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ethannku · 2 years
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to my usamerican people:
here is an article that details the status of abortion rights in each state. roe v wade being overturned does not mean that abortion is illegal across the u.s., just that it is now determined on a state by state basis. please stay safe and stay informed.
the un-hyperlinked link is under the cut
https://abcnews.go.com/Health/abortion-stands-state-state-state-breakdown-abortion-laws/story?id=85390463
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maisharush · 8 months
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Trouble on the blue app
Whew. Who knew I could be so popular 😅 I recently ran an ad on Facebook and I had racists coming out of the woodwork for my neck. Don’t worry, I got receipts. One guy called me a diversity hire ” swooping in at a time when people don’t have any money”. WHO doesn’t have money? Listen, if you’re broke just say that. 😳 Another guy went on to talk about how trump was up in the polls. This concerns…
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toshootforthestars · 10 months
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marvelcvte · 10 months
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forbidden touch - steve rogers
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*The above image is not intended to force the reader to identify with any of the people in it. Its purpose is to present the concept of the story.*
pairing: steve rogers x f!reader theme: smut warnings: heavy smut (18+, minors dni), handjob (f receiving), oral job (f receiving), edging, praise kink word count: 1,2k summary: you have a crush on steve and he hears you. a/n: hope you like it!! feedback is always appreciated (:
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The feeling of the much needed rest finally assails you as you get comfortable in your bed. The silk sheet embrace you just as perfectly as it always does.
Working out with Steve Rogers is something that you never thought of doing before, but as soon as you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury, that was the first thing they made you do. And apparently they wouldn't let you on a mission without having completed all the sessions.
You weren't complaining at first, since you had a crush on Captain America since the attack of New York. You didn't know him personally yet and you dreamed about him everyday. But after many, many work out sessions you started to hate him.
Not an enemy-like hate, I mean, you don't want him dead. It's more like you-make-me-horny hate. He is so bossy and demanding, and the fact that he turns you on makes you sick.
Of course, seeing him shirtless for four hours straight wasn't helping either. The hand-to-hand combats are the worst. Seeing him so close to you and smelling those nose-filling pheromones and testosterone is why you ended each session horny.
Today is no different. As your head meets the pillow, the only thing you can think about is him. You still imagine those sweaty pecs bouncing every time he jumped, or his arm flexing every time he took a break and drank from his water bottle.
At those thoughts, you find yourself sliding your hand towards your throbbing core. You are not wearing much, just a pair of panties and a sport bra, and this facilitates your eager hands.
Your fingers run on the fabric of your underwear and your legs begin to shake just at the clothed touch. Not so much time passes, that your hand is in your bare, wet folds.
The index finger finds the little button that gives access to your orgasms and it starts to give it round caresses. All your blood rushes between your legs as you speed up the movement. Your lips are parted, but you don't dare make a sound, at the risk of being heard by someone.
As soon as you pick a good rhythm, muffled words exit your mouth. You can't control your vocal cords anymore, since less and less silent moans flood the room.
For this reason, you can't hear the squeaking of the door and the panting of the person resting on the doorjamb. Steve had heard you and he quietly opened the door to see. He is prying on you even though he knew you wouldn't be happy about it.
But something makes him loose his mind and fully enter the room. As soon as he hears you repeat his rank more and more, he decides to get close to you and touch your thigh, without taking his eyes off what you're doing.
"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" you hear him say as soon as you open your eyes, frightened. The first thing you do is sitting down and covering your shame with the blanket.
"Steve... I mean, Mr. Rogers, what are you doing here? You scared me," you stutter. Your blood rush from your core to your cheeks.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention," he replies, staring directly at your face. "Please, continue what you were doing," he adds at the end.
"What?" the word leaves your mouth too quickly.
"You heard me. Do it, or I'll do it."
His demanding voice enters your ears and then that part of your brain that makes you obey, too clouded by excitement and shame. Your hand returns between your legs and starts moving as fast as before.
You muffle your moans directly down your throat and you close your eyes so as not to look at the Captain. But this is not what he wanted and that's why he wraps his hand around your neck, making your eyes meet his.
Your lips are parted again, this time letting your cries being heard. "That's more like it," he says.
"Now, tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" he asks again. You whine in response, but he growls at you. "Use your words."
And that's what you do. You moan a breathless "yes". The tremor of your thighs increases more and more every time your hand collides with your clit. Tears of excitement form in your eyes and they are fighting to not roll down your cheeks.
"Let me see," Steve says in a very rough voice that should be illegal. With a big gesture, he takes off your blanket, admiring all your lust.
Without further ado, he sits in front of you and his hand takes the place of yours. The wetness of your flesh slips between his fingers as he opens your folds. In a jiffy, his head is between your thighs, testing your flavor.
Your head, instead, is brought back again on your pillow. The room is spinning as the man under you is licking the fuck out of you. His tongue is quick and experienced, as if he had already done what he is doing a thousand times more.
He englobes your clit between his lips, all while his arm is resting on your stomach, holding you still. Your hand travels down your body, into his hair. At this touch, his eyes light up and he stops the pleasure.
You stare down at him with a questioning look. But as soon as he moves away, his fingers enters you without warning. They curl up inside of you, touching every right spot.
"That's what were you dreaming about, uh? You waited for this for so long, didn't you?" he asks you, staring at you, while you can't even utter a word. His movement are fast and your wetness is his natural lube. They come in and out with ease.
Your moans fill the room, and for Steve they're music to his ears. "What's my name, princess?" he asks you.
His fingers speed up, spurring you to answer. His other hand returns on you neck, making your faces too much close. You can feel his breath fanning your open mouth.
"Steve," you finally answer.
"Again," he says.
You repeat it again and again and with every word Steve's fingers increase in speed. From two fingers, to three, until there are four.
Your little hole is stretching around his hand and he can feel your walls clenching as you're near your high.
"I'm close," you warn him, hugging his arm still resting on your neck. In hearing these words, the Captain stops. You give him a nasty look, but he smiles and sits not so far from you.
At the lack of contact your body trembles. "Go ahead and finish what you started," the same commanding voice that you hear in those training session is now used to make you come.
He watches you as your hand is back again on your clit. "Yes, just like that, good job."
It looks like you're back in the gym, but you're sweating for something else. It takes little for you to pour yourself on the bed. You feel relieved and invigorated after an exhausting evening that never seemed to end.
As you open your eyes, coming down from your high, you find Steve still watching you.
"You did great. Next time, keep your voice down if you don't want me to hear you. Or don't."
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avengerscompound · 11 months
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Young Avengers in the MCU
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hcaivoices · 7 months
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Filling requests, tried to keep it all in the same genera. But I did want to include a good mix of characters. (Also to the person who requested 'doin time' by sublime I hope you're alright that I went with Lana's version Canada sang it better, it was a better fit for his voice.)
MP3s on discord. All voices made by me Posting for entertainment only
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hetalia-club · 1 year
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Incorrect Hetalia Quotes At The World Meeting (Mean Girls Addition)
Sealand: I just wish we could all get along like we used to. I wish that I could bake a cake out of rainbows and smiles and we could all eat it and be happy.
England: *In the back of the room wearing sunglasses and a hoodie* He's not even a country.
Germany: Are you even a recognized country?
Sealand: No, I just have a lot of feelings.
Sweden: Sealand go home.
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America: Russia, I don't hate you because you're a communist.
America: You're a communist because I hate you.
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France: That's so fetch!
England: Stop trying to make fetch happen France! It's never going to happen.
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America: I'm sorry people are so jealous of me...But I can't help that I'm popular.
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England: If I was wearing jeans today I would be sitting over there with the dead nations.
*Pan over to Prussia sitting at a table by himself*
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Belarus: Why should America get to stomp around like a giant, while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What's so great about America? Hm? Russia is just as cute as America. Russia is just as smart as America. People totally like Russia just as much as they like America. And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that's not what The world is about. We should totally just STAB America!
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Romano (Smugly): I don't think my father, the The Pope, would be too pleased to hear about this.
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Germany: I don’t care how long it takes to get the trade deals settled, I will keep you here all night if I have to!
Switzerland *Whispering*: We can't keep them past four.
Germany: I will keep you here until four!
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America (to France): England says nobody likes you because you're such a slut!
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America (to new NATO members): On Wednesdays we wear pink!
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jonathanhulten · 2 years
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Twin Temple by Travis Shinn (🩸)
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randomredneck · 7 months
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As someone who lives 2 hours from Nashville and regularly visits there, I can tell you these 2 sound no different from the other 1000 country singers trying to make it big down there.
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ameliafuckinjones · 14 days
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If I said half the things I wanted to say about Canada and Americas relationship as siblings and neighbors, how they're ACTUALLY viewed by the world when it comes to international matters that are actually important (NATO, AUKUS, global economy, AI and tech companies, hegemony etc) and how it would be more interesting to explore aspects of their relationship as well as their relationship with the world that correlates with reality rather than this made up version that dominates the fandom... commie tumbler would hunt me down and kill me
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piastriblogging · 10 months
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manifesting williams 1-2
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oyboyikiru-0 · 2 years
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wigglesforsquiggles · 2 years
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After our conversation about American flags yesterday, I decided to causally count how many American flags (minus super small ones by graveyards and painted on wood pallets) I saw on my drive back from town. The answer was 58. Now, it is Memorial Day weekend here, but a lot of those flags are just on peoples houses all the time. Lol.
. 58. wow. i mean ive seen a larger than usual number of union jacks bc its a week until the platinum jubilee, but thats like 5. 10 maybe..
you guys are v patriotic (not necessarily a bad thing tho, only when misplaced) :D
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mossymossman · 5 months
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A lot of central Andean made some pretty erotic gay pottery before the whole Columbus situation. The most famous group who made these was the Moche. Unfortunately, a lot of the pottery was smashed by the colonizers. But some still survive and they are just the best. I will show you some examples below. If you want to read more here is the wiki, and Rictor Norton wrote a little about it in his essay: The Suppression of Lesbian and Gay History(I would definitely recommend reading this essay if you can handle being angry)
Warning: Erotic pottery beyond this point
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