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danytar · 14 days

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“His Weakness” [King!Aegon!Targaryen X Sister!Wife!Reader]

Warnings: Incest, vulgarity, expletives, murder,cussing,swearing, Mention of kidnapping, no use of y/n.

Summary: It is common knowledge that the king’s guards must protect him and his family, but this is not what happend with the king’s wife...

a/n: the scene is quoted from daenerys and daario bath scene.

You were relaxing in your tub inside your own chambers with your lady-in-waiting around who was fill your cup and rub your shoulders softly, you closed your eyes and sighed quietly. Natalie was chatting with you and joking. You loved her sense of humor.

“You have a wonderful choice of perfume, my queen.The King must be wild tonight”.

You opened your eyes and looked at her with a fake frown and a shy laugh “Natalie!”. she chuckled and I apologized to you saying “Apologize, my queen I shouldn't talk about the king that way ”.

“It's okay”. you replied with a small smilie then you closed your eyes again and leaned your head on the tub to return to your little bubble again.

A few short moments of relaxation were brought back by the sound of a small gasp coming from your lady-in-waiting.You opened your eyes and turned to find your sworn guard holding her with his dagger at her throat.

“No screaming or she dies”. he replied and looked at you. Natalie was looking at you in pure horror as she waited for you to do something.

“What do you want?” You respond to him in a stern tone, your eyes staring into his eyes with all boldness and defiance. You don’t want to let fear get to you now.

“you”. He answers you with a cheeky smile and takes off his helmet.

“Let her go!”. You command in your usual tone.

“Don't scream lovely girl”. He leaves Natalie to come back to you and stand behind the sink...behind you. You reply again, “I didn’t expect you to betray me like this sir frederick”.

He smiles at you and then says “What they say my queen.. A pinch from a friend hurts more than a blow from an enemy”.

“My husband will castrate you and feed you to his dragon”.

“I'm afraid he's very busy at the moment.Your dear husband is about to lose his dear queen”.

You can't believe the blacks stoop to this level are they really going to blackmail and manipulate aegon by using you as his weaknesses? You are in a difficult situation and you do not know what to do, and your lover is not around to save you.

You slowly stand up from your tub, letting the water drip off your naked body. You did not break eye contact with the guard As you appeared before him in all your glory, Natalie rushed to bring your green nightgown.

“I intended to talk to you more, my queen, but as you know we have a long way to go”.

“Oh? Do you think I'll let you kidnap me?”.

After your last comment, he grabs you by the waist and puts you close to him, then puts his hand on your throat and his other hand holds a dagger near your face. You felt his grip on your body.

“My queen, you have a very beautiful pussy and I want to taste the royal pussy but not now.. Let's go to Dragonstone first”.

“The king will have your tongue for this!” Natalie responds.

“Your drunk king is not here”.

Natalie quickly leaves the room and opens the door to find another guard standing at the queen's door When she tells him and asks him for help, he grabs her by the hair and brings her back to the room.. “Did you catch the silver whore or not?”. he replied.

“We're ready, just open the passage for us”. Frederic responds to his colleague with a cheeky smile. Meanwhile, a maid suddenly opens the door and sees you there tied up and about to be kidnapped. She quickly closes the door forcefully and runs towards the throne room. to fetch your husband.

Frederick's companion throws Nathalie to the ground and quickly moves towards one of the walls of your rooms to open the passage. You gather all your strength and kick his cock hardly.

He winces in pain and screams at you, then collapses on the ground in intense pain. “YOU WHORE!”.

“Natalie, get out quickly! ”. You yell at her.

“My queen-

“GET OUT! ”.

Natalie gets up from the floor and grabs your hand to quickly leave the room, but Frederick's colleague leaves the corridor and comes back to catch you. You throw things in his way But he gets closer to you... You let off her hand and move across the room like a mouse trapped in a cage of cats.

You quickly grab the bottle of wine and put it behind you, and when he approaches you, you break the bottle in his face. The shards of glass penetrate his eyes and he falls to the ground bleeding.

When you think you have survived, Frederick pulls your hair forcefully and puts his dagger to your throat, ready to kill you at any second.

“Very bad girl.. If you were an obedient girl, I would reward you with my cock”. His stinking breath on your neck and his strong grip on your hair.

“Or I will cut off your cock and feed it to you.”

Aegon's raspy voice bursts into the room. The guard turns around, holding you tightly. Your eyes meet your husband's eyes You can't, but you feel a little safe even if you are still in the grip of this bastard.

“Oh, the usurper what a pleasure to see you”.When Frederick mocks your husband, his guards entertain their swords at him. Aegon's eyes burned with anger and his lips curled into a deadly frown.

“LET HER GO! ”.

Frederick smiles at the king's command and presses the dagger to your throat more, making you raise your head up so that you do not feel his pressure on you. You can see Aegon takes one step towards you.

“Don't come closer! one another step and I will slay your queen”.

“Don't you dare touch one single inch of her”.

“OR?”

Aegon sighs at the stubbornness of this idiot who knows how to play with his nerves and make him lose his temper. aegon once looked at you while you were in the grip of that bastard.

“I'll give you all you want, gold... I will make you a lord in the my court... just let her go”. Your husband's tone is almost pleading now. Frederick laughs sarcastically. He is not stupid enough to believe your husband's false promises that will disappear once he loses his grip on you.

“I don't want gold. Gold can't buy a beautiful woman like our sexy queen”. He scoffs and his hand slides down to press your chest to tease Aegon.

“DON'T DARE!!.. ”. Aegon growls at him angrily.

You look at Frederick and he looks at you with a cheeky smile.. When his face comes close to kiss you. You spit in his face. Which makes him leave you for a second.

You quickly take advantage of the opportunity and run to hug your husband hardly.Aegon holds you in his arms while his guards catch that traitor and his colleague who lost his sight because of your blow.

Meanwhile, everything around you disappeared. You felt like the world had disappeared, and you and aegon were the only ones present in the world. He placed his hands on your cheeks and looked at you with great concern and interest.. “My love, are you hurt? Did this bastard hurt you? ”.

He was examining your face, your neck, and your whole body.. You just smiled at him with your big, loving eyes and shook your head.He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, your cheek, your nose, your eyebrow, your ear, your neck, his lips, and everywhere he could find his way.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips hardly.. You kissed each other as if it was your last day.. As if there was no tomorrow.. The kiss lasted a while longer, neither of you daring to break it.

You didn't care if you lost your breath with his kiss. There is no doubt that it would be an honorable death to suffocate on the lips of your beloved...

When you both broke the kiss, he kept you close to his chest, not allowing you to move or move away from him. He looked at the guard and spoke in a harsh tone “Take this bastard to the dungeons, I will deal with him myself”.

The guards nodded and pulled the traitor and his colleague from your room to the dungeons. when you were left alone, he looked at you and gently stroked your hair, then hugged you back to his chest.

“If I was a minute late, I would have lost you”. He whispered in a low voice, his tone as if he was about to cry.

“My love, please.. The important thing is that we are fine now and the matter is over now? ”

“What if it happens again and I'm not lucky enough to save you?”.

“It won't happen again”. You look into his eyes and wipe away his tears “I won't let them take me away from you”.

If he has a weakness, it is you... his greatest weakness no wonder the blacks would have broken his wing by taking you from him and threatening to kill you.

However Aegon won't let them take you and he won't leave you alone again. You will be in front of his eyes all the time from now on...

– Taglist ♡ : @hisfavegiri @callsignwidow @xitsemm @saltytidalwavetyphoon @khaleesihel @credulouskhaleesi @lovelykhaleesiii

#house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen #hotd #aegon headcanons #aegon the second #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon fanfic #hotd aegon #tom glynn carney #tom glynn carney x reader #aegon targaryen ii x you #aegon targaryen #aegon x you #king aegon ii targaryen #aegon imagine #danytar

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the-doomed-witch · 9 months

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hey boo, can u make 1800's reader and married nat having secret affair but reader convinces nat to run away with her somewhere else where they can live and love peacefully, inspired by ivy and the lakes

MAGNIFICENTLY CURSED

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You question your need for running away with the woman you love passionately, but her dreamy desires do it for you anyway. // based on ivy by Taylor Swift; the lakes by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS+MEN DNI. set in the 1800s, infidelity, homophobia + closeting, allusions to smut not really described, nat is like a whole ass poet bro i will cry 😭

SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Author’s Note: hi anon, i hope this justifies your request <3 obviously this is emisue-dead poets society-anne with an e-elizabeth bennet coded bc i’m a raging lesbian with an obsession with the 1800s for no reason at all🤭

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION

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Stealing glances with Natasha was the glory of her. She was a distinguished woman, known to be married to one of the most revered men in town. The ladies at the lunch discussed stories of her well established marriage, but no one knew the truth except you, and Natasha.

Sometimes you would go to meet her, with the excuse of needing to talk with her clinquishly. Her husband was a fine fellow, a gentleman who’d welcome you to their warm domicile, and let you take your time alone with his wife.

On the days when your blood boiled with envy of his nauseating smile, you’d meet her in forbidden places, near rivers of estrangement, and away from the common folk.

She held no love for him, you weren’t oblivious like the neighbourhood women. What made you bitter was the way he was associated with her throughout the town. He was the one credited with your efforts of making her the happiest woman around.

Oh how you longed for Natasha to be known as your lady.

But it’s worth struggling for, when she touches your lips, when she kisses them, and when her hands entangle with yours. “My most beloved,” she addresses you every time before she dares to break the space between the two of you. You respond, “Yes, my lady.” before leaning in.

It’s been years of meeting Natasha in darkness and in delight, touching her as if speaking of poetry. Your hands find their place in the heat beneath her gown, leaving her to the euphoria of gushing. She does the same for you in return, sometimes sitting on her knees to have a peek of what her fingers feel.

You have a rendezvous in the privacy of her own house, while he’s patiently sitting on the porch, doing something like pretending to read a newspaper. She sighs loudly against your kiss, it’s almost romantical.

He knocks on the shut door, asking if everything was alright. You break your contact with her abruptly, and answer him with a loud, stern voice, “Yes, Natasha is trying a new corset I brought along with me. Nothing to worry about.” He walks away with not a single penny of care, unbeknownst to everything you could do only if his wife had her corset taken off.

“I sense something bizarre about you today, my love.” she remarks, pushing your back against the stone cold wall, opposite to which is sat the notorious husband. To think the two of you could be vulnerable within inches was a terrifying thought. “I don’t think standing here is a good idea..”

“What would he even do if he finds us out? He can burn this house all he wants, at least my death greets me with you in my arms.”

“Natasha…”

“Tell me what is troubling you, my Y/N. What is so tragical that I can’t take it away from you?”

Her poetic mouth never failed to leave you enraptured. “W- well, all I've thought of since the past nights is running away. I mean to take you along, but I’m troubled by all the presumed consequences.”

“You meaning to take me along is singularly the greatest thing I’ve heard. To be with my muse, in a place where all the poets went to die, is a privilege I'm blessed to have.”

“I don’t belong, and Natasha, neither do you, you understand it, and I know it. But going out into the wild, with no shelter to take? I’m worried to death.”

“Again, my beloved, at least death greets us with you in my arms. I don’t fear it.”

You entwine your finger in her fierce red hair, and pull her face close to yours till you can hear her breathe and feel her heart pound against your chest and tell her, “Your musings, God, they make me want to be with you all the time, alone. Your poetry is the sole reason I live, dearest.”

“You’re the sole reason my poetry lives. You’re my muse, Y/N.”

You push her against her vanity, with an attempt to taste her delicacy, this time not confining her sounds to your secrecy. You lift up your leg, to give Natasha a place for grinding slowly. The skirt of her apron is lifted, along with her pale yellow dress.

The door smashes open, with her husband walking in, “You’ve been alone for far too- What is going on here?!”

Natasha speaks in a fake pleading voice, “Sir, let me explain to you.” before she gives you a long kiss, and grabs your hand. She squeezes your palm, hinting you to follow her along.

His chin falls agape, the green nerves of around his wrist pop out, irefully.

“What monstrosity is this, Natasha? I thought you were a pristine lady, but evidently you’re a disgustful woman! You should be- Get away from her Y/N!” He comes forward to push you away, but she doesn’t let him finish, and runs out of the house with you.

You hold up your dress to make yourself a room to run with her through the fields. After fleeing for a while, you notice he has missed the trail. So she tugs your arm again, making you run till you reach the illustrious lake, till you’re out of breath.

She laughs as you hold her in an embrace, and screams towards the deserted forests and mountains on the other side of the lake, “I can feel the freedom in me. I can feel it in my blood!” Her voice echoes back at you.

You join her laughter, eyes filled with tears, and cry out, “I am in love with Natasha! I am a woman, and I wholeheartedly love another.” She pecks your lips repeatedly, till you can’t stop laughing and hold her blushing red cheeks away from yours, “We’ll find ourselves a home, we’ll find us a way to live. I promise you.”

You lace her gentle hands with yours. They’re cold with the breeze and the disquietude. You grasp her untamed heart, and she cleaves on to your pain.

#skye’s taylor swift themed drabbles #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #black widow x you #black widow x reader

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violetlypurple · 4 months

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NAMES: A Hrothgal Hype Lorepost

It is highly likely someone far more competent already did this but I have EE3 in my hands and boundless anticipation in my heart so here goes.

I have badly photographed all the Hrothgar bits from EE3 for your pained enjoyment at the end.

As it turns out, even without an update to the naming conventions thread, we already have a large list of female Hrothgar names from the existing naming conventions. Full list under the cut!

As per the current naming conventions post:

Hrothgar surnames are traditionally based on the name of the clan’s female, or “queen.” If the queen is still living, as is the case when it comes to Helions, her name will be prefaced by “A,” meaning “on” in the sense of “in service to,” to form the male surname of her subjects. The Lost are those Hrothgar who have found themselves bereft of their queen and─typically after a lengthy period of mourning─struck out on their own. (Like “lost” comets that can no longer be found following their previous orbital patterns, one might say.) Accordingly, their surnames are altered by removing the initial “A” and appending “sch,” meaning “lost,” to their erstwhile queen’s name.

Egro the list of Hrothgar surnames can be easily edited into a list of lady names, which I quickly did. Hrothgar names in general are Old Slavic per the post, so many of these are familiar Slavic names, but her they are anyway!

Mira Zora Vesna Zorya Stana Rodica Milan Mirka Svana Vira Redna Zetina Stolla Marya Tolna Tessa Yurya Mov Deanna Jolla Zlata Liuba Branka Tira Ratya Slana Enya Nata Sven Dita Anatalya Inivi Jova Ona Petya Lina Ulga Maev Lentya Ova

I'm sure they'll pull a fast one on us with lady surnames, but for now, have fun character building!

#ffxiv lore #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #hrothgar #hrothgals

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newsintheshell · 7 months

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NETFLIX DROP 01: TRAILER, ANNUNCI E ANTEPRIME DEL NUOVO EVENTO ONLINE

Devil May Cry, Tomb Raider e Blue Eye Samurai fra le grandi soprese arrivate durante la premiere live di Castlevania Nocturne!

Ve lo avevo anticipato e non poteva quindi farsi attendere il riassuntone del primo DROP 01 di Netflix, lo speciale evento virtuale in diretta streaming su YouTube e Twitch, imbastito per unire il watch party in anteprima di Castlevania: Nocturne e qualche breve ma gustoso sneak peek di alcune novità, lato animazione, attualmente in cantiere.

Purtroppo riguardo a Pluto siamo stati scammati, non hanno fatto vedere nulla di nuovo. Hanno semplicemente ripassato il trailer spaccamascella uscito un paio di mesi fa.

Tutto sommato, però, è stata un'ora e mezza piacevole, fra episodi - che non sono riuscito a seguire al verso, se non a spezzoni ahimè - e brevi teaser e showcase di merchandise vari. Un evento dal formato leggero, informale e conciso, che mi piacerebbe si ripetesse sinceramente.

Capisco che eventi più corposi come la Geeked Week e TUDUM siano maggiormente attesi in generale, ma le presentazioni in pillole, a mio modo di vedere, sono decisamente più fruibili e, appunto, più efficaci.

🔶🔸DEVIL MAY CRY

Cominciamo con un primo annuncio MOTIVAZIONALE (*wink wink*). Dante, Vergil e Lady di nuovo in versione animata, 8 episodi, più stagioni in programma.

La sceneggiatura è stata concepita da Adi Shankar (Castlevania) and Alex Larsen (Yasuke), mentre il tutto porta la firma di STUDIO MIR (The Legend of Korra, Dota: Dragon's Blood, The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf).

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🔶🔸SONIC PRIME

Mostrato un teaser che annuncia una terza stagione per la serie con protagonista il celebre riccio di SEGA. Ad un'occhiata da profano, ha tutta l'aria di una grandissima cutscene, ma non sembra male.

Non sono però mai stato un fan di Sonic, quindi skipponi. Go next.

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🔶🔸CAPTAIN LASERHAWK: A BLOOD DRAGON REMIX

Altra produzione targata Adi Shankar, questa volta in mano allo studio BOBBYPILLS, che la chat di Twitch ha subito categorizzato come Suicide Squad made in Ubisoft e la chat di Twitch ha sempre ragione :v

Fra ultraviolenza in stile retro anni '90 e ironia, questo spinoff dello spinoff di Far Cry 3 (ci hanno infilato pure Rayman!!) sembra vare le carte in regola per rivelarsi una visione divertente. Il trailer ci dà appuntamento per il 19 ottobre.

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🔶🔸BLUE EYE SAMURAI

A quanto pare questo progetto era inizialmente comparso per la prima volta nel 2020, ma me lo devo essere perso.

Nata da un'idea dei coniugi Amber Noizumi e Micheal Green (Logan, Blade Runner 2049), è stata sostanzialmente presentata come una "storia di vendetta nel periodo Edo - Kill Bill incontra Yentl".

Come biglietto da visita è intrigante, ma ammetto che la trama di base mi ha lasciato con qualche dubbio. In sostanza, la nostra protagonista in cerca di vendetta, è una meticcia con gli occhi azzurri e per questo viene discriminata e trattata come una "creatura della vergogna". Le frontiere del Giappone sono ancora chiuse e razzismo e misoginia sono di casa, quindi che fare? Ci si traveste da uomo e si va a sbudellare gaijin finché non si trova quello che è tuo padre, l'occidentale che ti ha resa diverss e reietta dalla nascita. Ok...?

La serie, che arriverà in streaming il 3 novembre, a livello tecnico e di atmosfera si presenta molto bene comunque, quindi vedremo. Giudicate voi, ecco il treailer.

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🔶🔸SCOTT PILGRIM

Non ce la fate ad aspettare il 17 novembre per vedere la versione animata, in stile SCIENCE SARU (The Tatami Time Machine Blues, The Heike Story), del famoso fumetto di Bryan Lee O'Malley? Eccovi una clip in anteprima allora.

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🔶🔸MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE: REVOLUTION

Clip in anteprima anche per la nuova serie di He-Man e i Dominatori dell'Universo, che approderà sulla piattaforma nel 2024.

Pu confermando una vaga continuità con gli eventi della divisiva Masters of the Universe: Revelation, la serie è stata presentata ufficialmente come standalone, suggerendo un qualche tipo di correzione di rotta riguardo alla narrativa.

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🔶🔸TOMB RAIDER: THE LEGEND OF LARA CROFT

E dulcis in fundo, anche sul gran finale abbiamo chiuso con il botto, con l'adattamento animato di un'altra storica icona videoludica: Lara Croft!

Preannunciata un paio di anni fa, ma anche qua io non ne ho alcun ricordo, la serie si ispira alla trilogia reboot di Crystal Dynamics (Tomb Raider, Rise of the Tomb Raider e Shadow of the Tomb Raider).

In programma per il 2024, è prodotta in casa Powerhouse Animation (Castlevania, Masters of the Universe: Revelation).

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Per chi si fosse perso la premiere in anteprima e volesse comunque un assaggino di Castlevania: Nocturne, nel mentre aspetta di poter maratonare la prima stagione (vi ricordo che esce domani by the way), ecco i primi sette minuti della prima puntata in omaggio.

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Quel poco che sono riuscito a vedere, non mi è dispiaciuto affatto, ma la sensazione che ho avuto è stata quella di una serie molto introduttiva, con in mente un arco narrativo da sviluppare potenzialmente su più stagioni e che quindi potrebbe risultare un po' lentina e all'acqua di rose. Per ora mi mantengo curioso.

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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months

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You: Hi Nat!

Nat: Hey! Do you and Thor ever feel full?

You: Uhh, what brought this about?

Nat: Sam overheard Thor talking to Steve about how the two of you are always hungry.

You: Well, he's not wrong. I usually take my equivalent of a protein bar twice a day to stave off the hunger.

Nat: Well, as your friend, I refuse to let this stand.

You: It's okay, Nata-

Nat: I won't hear of it! We're going out to eat.

You: Alrigh-

Nat: Besides, Tony owes me a favor.

You: Well, if you put it that way.

Wanda: What's going on here?

Nat: I'm taking her out to eat since she almost never eats.

Wanda: Cool. Should I get Thor?

You: It's only fair.

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You: Whew! That hit the spot!

Thor: T'was a great feast, indeed! Thank you for inviting me.

Nat: No problem!

You: I could go for a tummy rub right now.

Nat: I'll give one when we get back.

You: Yay!

Wanda: Glad I found this Thai place!

You: Thanks, Wanda! I'm gonna- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! Oh shit! Sorry!

Nat: Nice one!

You: Hehe. Thanks, Nat!

Wanda: That's what happens when you chug nine two-liters of Dr. Pepper on a dare.

You: I know, I know. Still worth it, though.

Wanda: The look on that douchebag's face!

Nat: Also, Thor's glare sealed the deal.

Thor: T'was nothing, ladies!

You: Umm...would it be bad if that belch cleared some room? I'm still kinda of hungry.

Nat: Nope.

Thor: I could go for burgers.

You: Same.

Wanda: Well, let's go!

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Tony: Hey Pep?

Pepper: Yes, Tony?

Tony: Why did I get an alert from nine different restaurants that they were 'eaten into closing'?

Pepper: Nat took your card as part of the favor you owed her. She took two of our powerhouses out for a 'good meal'.

Tony: ...Damn it.

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bitbybitwrites · 3 months

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specific ask game 7, 13 and 18 !!!!

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Dolphins, Otters, Turtles or any fish that has pretty colors. I'm all for the pretty things. Oh jelly fish are kind of hypnotic to watch too.

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13. first thing you’re doing in the purge?

Lord, I'd probably board my house up and hunker down and try to enjoy the time not going to work and all. How boring am I.

18. your boba/tea order?

You might regret asking me this one 😂

1.) I love bubble tea. My usual go-to is mango or passionfruit or pineapple bubble tea. Black tea. Over ice and half boba/ half coconut jelly( nata de coco) . If I'm crazy and am in the mood for the dairy, I'll take a coconut milk tea over ice again with the half boba/ half coconut jelly. Taro milk tea with boba is pretty good too.

2.) I'm also a BIG tea drinker in general. I usually take it without milk and a teaspoon of honey. My usual go to first is Twinings Earl Grey . After that, these are some of my favorite blends, in no particular order:

Twinings Prince of Wales

Twinings Lady Grey

Twinings Darjeeling

Twinings English Breakfast

Twinings Blackcurrant Breeze

Harney and Sons Victorian London Fog

Harney and Sons Tower of London

Harney and Sons Lunar New Year

Harney and Sons Paris

Harney and Sons Royal Palace Tea

Stash Tea Holiday Chai

Stash Mango Passionfruit (herbal)

Stash Coconut Mango

Stash Christmas in Paris

Stash Christmas Morning

Bigelow Toasted Coconut Almond Bark

Celestial Seasonings Chamomile Lavender (herbal)

Nina's Marie Antoinette Tea ( Black tea with apple and rose from the gardens of Versailles)

Nina's The De Anges (Black tea with strawberry and vanilla)

Jasmin Pearl Tea (any brand)

I have tons more here herbal, black., green, white teas . . but if I list them all this post would be ridiculously long. 😂😂😂😂

Thanks for the ask, @kurtsascot !

If you want to play

#ask game

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curvesheaven · 5 months

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We LOVE curves

#natalee007 #nata lee #mavrin #curveheaven #welovecurves #babeoftheday #sexy #ladies first #hot as fuck #sexy curves #we love curves #babe #hot #mavrinmodels

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darsynia · 11 months

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Present Imperfect | Ch. 3. Day Two.WOAH

TONY STARK MASTERLIST | STORY MASTERLIST | PREV | NEXT

Written for @endlesstwanted for @tonysbirthdaygala!

Summary: After losing Pepper to Extremis, Tony decides to get the shrapnel (and thus his arc reactor) removed-- but he wakes up as President of the United States.

Tony's heart surgery is the last thing he remembers, a worst-case amnesia scenario that leaves the country with a leader who doesn't remember the last year of office, the election, or his marriage to the First Lady, Natasha Romanoff Stark. Length/Warnings: 2,597 words // Strong language, sexual tension

Tags: @sobeautifullyobsessed @chickensarentcheap

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If she can ‘front,’ so can he. Tony steps to within inches of her, maintaining eye contact as he rests his fingertips on the fake fur of her robe by her neck. He starts to trail them straight down, specifically not following the line of the fabric as it angles away from the bare skin underneath.

“You’re telling me being President made me less of a possessive husband?”

As expected Nat catches his hand just before skin has the chance to touch skin. Cleverly, she guides him up to a clip holding some of her curls away from her face. He’d always admired her spycraft, and this is no exception-- her action still shows intimacy, but it’s a different kind. Just as before, Tony looks into her eyes as he squeezes the clip and releases the locks of hair. They swing down to spring attractively beside her face, drifting over one eye.

Tony lets his approval show with a lean toward her, extravagantly smelling her hair while hiding his lips from surveillance’s view. “If you tell me where the cameras are, I’ll do my best to be so embarrassingly loud they’d risk the country’s reputation by releasing that tape.”

Day Two Point WOAH

The room is mostly taken up by the four-poster, so when Tony gets to Natasha, she’s pretty much trapped between him, the drawers, and the bed. The Black Widow is always at her best when she’s cornered, though, and this moment is no exception.

“Since when do you care about privacy?” she asks archly, curving her lips up into an inviting smile. Her arms remain crossed in front of her, though.

“You’re telling me being President made me less of a possessive husband?”

Her lips twitch as she tries not to react, and he breaks, cracking up so hard he almost sucks in her hair trying to remember how to breathe. Nat shoves him back against the bedpost.

“You would, too,” she grumbles, not humorlessly, as he can see, but she covers her mouth as though she’s giggling. “There are no mics. Camera covers everything but the bed.

“And they totally told the First Lady the truth about that.”

“Tony--”

He shoves off of the bedpost, circling around her to come up behind. Tony hugs her like he’s apologizing, even miming a contrite shoulder kiss, as he whispers: “Either let me fuck you into the mattress for authenticity or fess up that this is some kind of an op.”

Natasha’s sweetly concerned voice shows no sign of guilt, and neither does her body language. “The doctors warned me you’d say that, given the circumstances.”

“The same ones that tried to cover the bruising from my IV with face makeup?” he murmurs.

Natasha laughs.

She’s still laughing when she spins in his arms, catching his face with both hands before buzzing him with a kiss that ends because she’s backing away into the camera’s ‘dead zone.’ Tony resists when she grabs the front of his pajama shirt, but Nat keeps moving backwards without him.

“That reaction tracks about as well as the rest of this,” he observes.

“Fake fuck me into the mattress and I’ll tell you everything, baby,” she grins.

“I’m a reformed man, Natasha, and that means keeping crazy women away from the goods.”

She’s already crawling onto the bed, the robe a puddled pile on the floor (and, life-threatening bullshit aside, he’s maybe willing to lie back and think of his country, all things considered), but before Tony’s forced to admit his own hypocrisy, she tosses something into the middle of the room, and all the lights go out. Including the red one from the clock.

“Very Bond of you, Cunt Dracula,” is all he’s able to get out before being tackled onto the bed. It is both very good and very bad for his ego.

Three minutes later, after he’s been pinned by a woman half his size in the dark on a bed, Tony’s keyed up and ready to listen, which is good, because Natasha’s keyed up and ready to talk.

Those first words of hers will probably resonate for a while, hissed to him from above with his hands manacled down, his torso caught in the vice of her hips, and her hair tickling his face:

This ‘Cunt’ is trying to save your life, Stark. It’s taken over a year and a lot of sacrifices for me to be in this exact position, so your choices are to shut up and help me, or shut up and stay out of my way.

“Just for you, I’ll keep my retort to myself,” he whispers back. “I assume you used tech to nuke the power? How about I sound horny on the phone so no one breaks in while you’re fessing up?”

Her hair tickles like a motherfucker, and it gets worse for a few seconds as she dips her head down in thought. “All right,” Nat decides, tipping herself sideways and releasing his arms. “Don’t leave it off the hook after, it’s a direct recorded line.”

“Got it.” Tony reaches over and promptly knocks down half the shit he’d purloined from the Presidential desk feeling around for the phone receiver. Suddenly, a light clicks on-- it’s the flashlight. She’d stolen it from him. “Thanks,” he says, imbuing his tone with deep sarcasm. Before she can retaliate, he picks up the phone and says without preamble, “Hey, we’re roleplaying superhero and spy in here, no need to send in the clowns, got it?”

“Tony!” Natasha groans loud enough to be heard on the other end.

He decides to up the ante for everyone involved. “I’d tell you no deaths will be involved, but the French would call me a liar. Several times over.”

“Hang up the phone, oh my God!”

“Duty calls!” he says gaily, and hangs up.

“You are the worst,” Natasha huffs, throwing herself back down onto the mattress beside him.

“Thank you.” He rolls over to face her, only able to see because she’d propped up the flashlight on her own nightstand. “How long will your EMP blue balls last?”

Her face scrunches into a really adorable conglomeration of affection and annoyance. “Ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. I’d worry that there are self-powered backups still running if I weren’t the second in command for the whole operation.”

“If I punch Nick Fury in his other eye, is there a chance for a twofer?” Tony muses.

“Nick Fury’s on your side, Tony. So am I. SHIELD has a cancerous growth, and you and I are going to excise it.”

He can’t resist. “Bureaucracy?”

“HYDRA.”

As Tony listens, stunned, Natasha tells him about bringing Director Fury her concerns about Loki’s escape after the Battle of New York. It had taken a lot of work to discern what he’d said in the elevator, in the guise of Captain America. Those words had earned him the scepter, and when she’d figured out that they were ‘Hail HYDRA,’ her suspicions had immediately fallen to Agent Rumlow.

With Fury’s blessing, she’d thrown herself into the delicate task of getting close to Rumlow. It soon became clear that the best path involved expressing frustration with her eroding position of trust at SHIELD (aided by Fury giving her shitty assignments). It had taken six months, but Rumlow finally revealed the agency’s biggest secret: there was a secret horror hidden at the very center of the agency. A corroded, evil parasite had embedded itself there since the beginning, and its tendrils stretched into politics, industry, and commerce.

“They want the scepter!” Tony breathes, no longer reclining on his side, but pacing beside the bed, unable to settle. His lungs feel clogged with fear in a way he hasn’t felt since Afghanistan, when so much counted on the suit design, and only his life stood between good and evil. Except back then, ‘evil’ had been more murky than this.

“They really do. This operation's their holy grail, and I’ve filled it with poison instead of wine,” Natasha looks decidedly smug in her cross-legged position in the very center of the mattress. “It makes sense; I’d already worked in tandem with Brock, and I’ve known you for years. He put me in charge of picking the people.”

“What did you do, fill the fake advisors with people that hate me and can’t stand the idea of faking respect? Because you did great, babe,” Tony says, climbing onto the foot of the bed.

“I did,” she acknowledges, scooting over so he can stretch out.

The action drags her nightgown even further up, exposing more of her toned leg. He doesn’t know how to handle his physical reaction to this, given that everything he’s just learned confirms that he lost Pepper less than a year ago. Somehow, spending two days thinking he’d worked his way past the last remnants of grief had released them as though he really had. Tony doesn’t know how to take that. He doesn’t know how to take any of this. There’s nothing to blow up, nothing to hack. Brute force won’t save the day.

Nothing to hack…

“First things first: how do we get me access to JARVIS? Are you completely blind in here, or do you have some way to contact our people?”

She’s already shaking her head. “Cell phone jammers, thick walls, massive amount of suppression. You’ve been missing for days, Tony. People are looking for you, and right now, they’re blaming SHIELD.”

“Won’t that blow back up in their faces?” he asks, but really, it’s pretty brilliant. Anything suspicious found in the investigation of his disappearance would just make SHIELD itself look bad-- His mind races ahead, seeking out the possibilities in a manner thousands of time slower than JARVIS would, but reaching the same conclusion: “They’re going to kill me, aren’t they?”

“I’m not going to let them.”

“But, that’s the plan, right?” He wants to get up, to move around, but his muscles are locked into place with dread. “Tony Stark disappears, HYDRA’s been planning for this moment for months, they’ve probably been planting evidence that SHIELD itself is corrupt. The forces working against that corruption rise from the ashes as a new, better SHIELD, but it’s actually HYDRA. All the good guys take the fall. Fuck, it could work, too. All our guys will be sucked in to help it work.”

“Not all of them, but some, yeah,” Natasha says quietly. “We’ve had to stay small and mobile on this, just me, Fury, Clint, Maria, a few others.”

“Because you don’t know who else might be HYDRA. People we know and trust.”

She doesn’t answer, and they’re still staring at each other when the light comes back on. Without the deep shadows cast by the single flashlight’s indirect beam, the vulnerability on Natasha’s face is much more evident. Tony nods, his jaw clenching as he looks down at the cover on his arc.

“How long was I out, after I was taken into surgery?” Her initial silence stings, but Tony closes his eyes when he sees a flash of bare leg with her movement to get up. “I’m not blaming you, I just need to know how much power this thing’s got. Especially if I’m going to need it to get us out of here. Are we actually underground?”

“Yes,” she says. He turns to look, sees the arcing flash of red hair as she bends down, and snaps his head back before he sees anything else. Natasha may look like a siren to him right now, singing a song of heroism and adventure, but she’s also his savior. She doesn’t deserve to be Relief Ogled.

Tony gets up. “Did I say thank you?” he asks, careful to say the words far enough back that the camera view she’d told him about couldn’t read them on his lips.

“Don’t jump the gun, we’re not out of the woods yet,” she says, reaching for the light switch. “And we still have to get up early.”

“All work and no play makes Jack--”

She interrupts him by shutting off the light, and the two of them climb into bed in silence, right up until she sets his flashlight back into his chest pocket and whispers in his ear.

“If that was a masturbation joke, so help me!”

Natasha had agreed to wake early for the first round of survival planning, which would give Tony some time to sleep on the world-shaking things he’d just learned, but that decision looks deeply foolish from the other side of five AM.

“Think we could convince them to put a coffee maker in here?” he says after his third attempt to comprehend her verbal list of hidden items.

“That can’t be the only thing you do to wake up? Take a cold shower?”

“The cold shower goes after the spicy morning sex, if I want to be fully awake,” Tony yawns without thinking.

“Best I can offer is my hand,” Natasha muses.

Tony sits up to stare at her.

“You’re awake now!” Nat holds his gaze for only a few seconds before she wipes her amusement into a neutral expression and gets up.

“You were serious,” he realizes aloud.

The sound of the drawer closing is loud. “I knew I might have to, if I got the sense that you’d try to Iron Rambo your ass out of here instead of listening to me,” she says, tossing some clothes onto the bed. One of the items is a pair of panties, meaning she’d slept without. Tony is fully awake now.

“How would that have worked?” he can’t help but ask. “I’m not asking about the sex, or whatever. I mean trying to fuck up HYDRA without me being on board.”

“I would have played the perfect First Lady and lovingly reminded you that the scepter is too dangerous for any of those assholes to have access,” she says, expertly putting on the panties without showing more than a quick glimpse of upper thigh. There’s a brittleness to her actions that feel like condemnation, so he pushes back to see where exactly she might break, if at all.

“Okay I lied. How would the sex have worked?”

Nat angles her head skeptically to the side. “What do you mean? I’ve had sex on missions before.”

“Not with someone you--”

“Someone I what?” she asks, pulling off her nightgown in a move that is pure vindictive beauty, given that she’s now bare from the waist up.

“You want me to stare at the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen and say ‘someone you trust,’ therefore invalidating the words with my actions, but--” Tony breaks off and, with great effort, lifts his gaze to her steely expression. Fuck, but she really is gorgeous. And able to murder him in about fifty ways. “What was I saying?”

“You’re not very good at compliments,” she says coolly, turning her back to don her bra and blouse.

He touches his waistband. “I’m happy to show you my collateral. Tit for tat, as it were.”

“Tat’s not necessary,” Natasha quips, tossing a notebook and pencil directly at his head. “Picture the complex as your penthouse. I’ll tell you where some of the things are, you mark them down like you’re remembering remodeling instructions. Better than nothing.”

“Yes dear,” he grumbles.

“We’re going to need more private time than morning and night. I’ll give it some thought. All right, in the fake Oval, we’ve got…”

He knows just how to get alone time, but it’s all Tony can do to keep up with her rattled-off supply list, much less warn her that he's going to seem really horny today.

Next Chapter...

#tony stark x natasha romanoff #ironwidow #tony stark fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff x tony stark #black widow x iron man #iron man x black widow #tony stark smut #natasha romanoff smut #ironwidow smut #romance #fake relationship #friends to lovers #pining #amnesia #forced proximity

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lotusliasart · 7 months

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Oc-tober day 14: Sylvia Shan / 'Nata Problem'

This lady is my newest character for a ttrpg campaign with Cyberpunk Red. I have very little knowledge on Cyberpunk atm so I used the lifepath rolling system to make up her story and looks, and basically my entire thought process after the rolls was just very gay thoughts of "big, buff & sleek rockerboy lady" (even if the buffness is kinda hidden in this pose lmao)

She's a performance artist and a friend suggested a drag king persona, so I went with it because that sounds fun to play! I'll only be an occasionally visiting player though because of time limitations with multiple campaigns, but I trust that it'll be a fun ride either way!

I was going to get her a metal arm but it costs a fortune ahah i'll have to save up for that, and also I originally rolled her to have a style of "high fashion", but that's also out of budget, so I'll focus on getting her a businesswear outfit early in the campaign hopefully!

#2023 art #ttrpg arts #oc-tober

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ordinaryxxgirl · 2 months

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@starryskied asked: The Aegir is abandoning the traditional Valentine's Day chocolates. Instead, he presents to Katarina some ensaïmada de mallorca and pasteis de natas freshly pulled out of the oven. And... Lumen even has a guppy plushie for her. It's a subtle call back to his oceanic heritage. "Umm... Happy Valentine's Day. I love you."

Katarina typically didn't really bother with Valentine's Day, considering her line of work...At least, she hadn't before meeting Jordi. Now that the two were steady, the rosy-haired woman found herself doing things she'd never really thought about putting stock in, like making an actual effort for dates, and learning to be more romantic, among other things.

But...To be surprised with pastries and sweets, on top of the cutest guppy plush, for Valentine's day...It made the effort for Katarina to change worth it. And it certainly helped that it had brought a grin to her face as she moved in to kiss the Aegir's lips slowly.

...Maybe she could spend the day pampering her beloved boyfriend. Juuuuuu~st a bit. Right?

"...That's not fair, Jordi. Saying it before I could...Jeez, I thought gentlemen were supposed to let ladies go first...Hehehe. Those snacks look good, but... I love you, too."

#{Queen of Hedonism | Katarina Amy}#{To Love at last is a Beautiful thing - much like you | LumenxKatarina}#starryskied

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lewis-winters · 5 months

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'Shielding the other with their body' for Nat and Arthur if you're feeling it? - Nathan <3

after 10000 years @hellofanidea, here it is!

Arthur doesn't know how long he's been standing still. Long enough for the buzzing in his ears to go quiet, that much is certain. Everything is so silent now, more silent than the world has any right to be, the ambient noise cushioned by the thick blanket of snow covering all that there is to be covered.

Nevertheless, he's since learned not to trust it; it's deceptive. That's what makes it so alien. A silence like this doesn't immediately mean solitude, and he knows he's just inviting trouble simply by standing here, right in the open, where just about anybody can see him, without even a foxhole or a tree to hide himself behind.

But their newly put up Christmas lights are twinkling at him from their farm house windows, and it takes very little to allow them to mesmerize him into stillness.

"Oh, Arthur!" comes a sudden shout, followed by a muted sounding whump and the crunch-thud of a body taking a bit of a tumble into the snow-- all of it effectively shaking him out of his reverie. Suddenly, his other senses awaken all at once, and blinking up at the dizzying display one last time, Arthur swivels around and looks down, a laugh bubbling from deep in his chest at the sight of Natalie Morse, huffing and sputtering and sprawled across the ground, brushing snow out of her hair.

"That was rude, Matthew," she says to Arthur's sheepish little boy running up to them now, wringing his little glove-clad hands in apology. "What'd I tell ya 'bout aimin' those balls at people who don't know ya aimin' for 'em?"

"Not to do it," Matthew says, as he watches Arthur help his grump of an aunt up and out of the snow. "'M sorry, Papa. I really didn't mean t' throw it that far."

"Yeah, right."

"I didn't, Auntie Nat! I swear!"

"Aww, lay off the kid, Nat," Arthur tsks, finally getting her upright and dusting off the remaining bits of snow off her clothes. "He was jus' playin'."

"Playin' rough and unfair," Nat grumbles, reaching out to give Matthew an admonishing noogie. "C'mere--"

"No!" the little boy squeals and giggles, trying to get away but unable to escape. Dramatically, he flings his hands out at his other companions who're slowly approaching, breathlessly begging for help none of them seem willing to give him. "Daddy!"

"I'd getcha outta there, Matty," George says, grinning from ear to ear. There's snow in his hat, remnants of snowballs past, and several damp scarves in his arms, clearly cast aside in annoyance. Such is the reality of bringing children out in the snow. "But I gotta say you deserve it, right Tab?"

Tab smiles, hefting up his own bundle of squirming child in his arms. "She did tell you, Matty."

Matthew makes another breathless plea, half of it lost in a laugh. Natalie is relentless, though, moving on to tickling his sides until he's practically red in the face. Arthur thinks of intervening, even if they do look like they're having fun, but before he could, Matthew's most steadfast ally, Adelaide, puffs her cheeks out with jealousy, squirming out of Tab's hold to hit the ground running toward her mother.

"Nata!" she whines, flinging her little arms up at Natalie with a pout. "Up! Up!"

"Yeah, alright," Natalie relents, throwing a giggling Matthew over her shoulder to pick Adelaide up and tuck her under her arm.

The little girl squeals, absolutely delighted to be treated like a sack of wheat and not a toddler. "Nata zoom? Zoom!"

Arthur laughs at the look of exasperation that crosses Natalie's face. "You heard the lady."

"My back isn't what it used to be, ya know," Natalie grumbles, tossing Adelaide with practiced ease until the little girl was up on her other shoulder, hanging over her back with Matthew so they can whisper conspiratorially like a pair of deranged monkeys on a vine. "I'm goin' t' throw ya both into the nearest snow drift an' roll ya into a new snowman for Joe to see out the kitchen window."

The threat encourages more than deters, unfortunately, and Natalie takes off (in a jog that is more bounce than run, entirely made to draw giggles from the two children on her back) to do exactly as promised.

#people like us #band of brothers #ab foster #natalie morse #oh you thought it was going to be angsty huh? WELL THINK AGAIN #ask #ask game #the first line harks back to your disassociation fic! i wanted to evoke it a lil bit hehe #estrella_marie

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