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marigoldenblooms · 24 hours
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Drunken Confessions - Drabble
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff  x Agent!Reader
Prompt: You never called on her for anything, always staying at a distance from  Natasha. She was starting to think you hated her, that your lingering glances and continual avoidance was because you didn’t want to know her. That changes when you call her drunk off your ass at 1 am. 
MINORS DNI - 18+
Tags: Drunkenness, slight drunken confessions, mentions of harassment, Reader calls Natasha “Natty,” Natasha calls reader “Agent,” Natasha has a motorcycle, fluff, hurt/comfort.
A/N: Had this one in my word counter for a while, and thought I’d finish it up! Quick little doozy, wanted a break from all the smut totally wholesome drafts I have going (although none of my work is not 18+ even without smut content! Once again, Minors DNI!) Biker women own my heart (I’d love to do a proper Biker!AU if anyone’s got any ideas!) Asks/requests are open! Director!N x Actor!R x Actor!W is coming soon... >:))
Word Count: 777 - Read Length: 2 minutes, 50 seconds. Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners!
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It had been a while since you’d been out drinking, and even longer since you asked for Natasha’s help. You were acquaintances, perhaps even coworkers, but she thought it stopped there. You always avoided her- you were a beautiful stranger, lost in the night. And even still, when she heard her phone buzz with your ringtone this late, she picked up without a second thought.
“Agent?” She’d question, brow furrowing as she’d sit up, slinging her arm across her knee. She could hear the sound of cars around you, though from your heavy, stumbling footfalls you weren’t in one. You were drunk. 
“Natty..-“ you’d keen and she’d blush, wiping the sleep from her face as Natasha tried to ignore the sweetness in your tone, and the nickname on your lips- never used for her. She wished it came out of your sober mouth. You’d stop walking and she’d hear you huff, stuck in an alleyway you didn’t recognize. “I think I’m..-lost, I’m lost, fuck-“ 
“And I’m awake,” she’d respond, voice gravelly and thick, but focused as she’d pull on clothes, and you heard the rustle. Your voice would drop into a secretive whisper, still too loud to be actually effective, “Natty, Natty- are you…naked-??” 
“No,” Natasha would be grabbing her motorcycle keys and jacket now, slung loose over one shoulder before you heard the sound of her door, and seconds later the ignition of some vehicle. “I’m coming to get you, Agent. Gimme a landmark-“ 
“There’s a Mc…a Burger King, next to me, mm-“ Your mumble about being hungry was lost on her as Natasha’s tires would squeal across the road, its emptiness allowing her to climb speed quickly. Her voice was closer now, spoken through her helmet’s microphone, “Stay put, I’m on my way.” 
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“He was… was callin’ me ugly-“ you slur, a blush alighting your cheeks. You’d hiccup, earning a chuckle from Natasha’s focused expression on the road. She’d picked you up minutes ago, careful to drive slower with your arms slung sloppily around her waist. You’d been telling her something about a rude man at the bar, disgruntled by your refusal to ‘go home to his smelly apartment,’ as your mocking voice had put it, “On the inside, and- and the…..outside, mhm!”
Natasha would chuckle again, expecting the insult to roll off your drunken facade, but instead your shoulders shook against her back. Slowing to a crawl on the side of the road, she’d look back to see your face looking crumbled- gleaming with tears. You hiccup again and Natasha turned off the bike, trying to soothe you with an awkward hand around you. She’d pull your side against hers, helmet in the crook of her other elbow as she’d whisper to you, “Hey, hey Agent, it’s alright, shhh..” Natasha’s hand would’ve risen to your cheek, prickling goosebumps down your spine as her thumb would wipe your tears away. Your fingers would’ve risen to hers, taking her palm gently before placing a kiss on it. She’d shift her hand away and you’d meet her gaze- her mouth was open, and your eyes darted down to it. “Natty..” your eyebrows would furrow, pouting as she’d escape your touch, “Why won’t you kiss me, Natty?”
“Because you’re drunk,” She’d roll her shoulders and you’d watch with wonder as her muscles moved beneath thin fabric, Natasha’s coat now on you. You’d have to pick your jaw off the road once you were done. Her words would almost startle you, “And you don’t know what you’re doing, Agent. Why did you call me?” 
“I..” You’d begin, yet your words left you as soon as you started them. You could never think when she was around- distance was necessary for professionalism. You hoped liquid confidence would be enough to bridge the gap, and ask the attractive redhead for coffee tomorrow. You overdid it. You forgot what she even asked, “But I want- want you. Don’t you want me?” 
Your declaration made her smile, and you decided then that you wanted her to do that again. Needed her to. Natasha shook her head, and she thanked your drunken stupor for you not noticing the blush on her face. She’d turn around, donning her helmet again- her voice muffled now, “You’re drunk, Agent. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, alright?”
“Mhmm..” You’d settle, pulling yourself against her back. “So warm..” you’d murmur, crooning into her shoulder. You’d hear the woman snicker, before the bike underneath you thrummed to life. Maybe if that conversation went well, your thoughts sluggishly considered- she’d teach you how to ride it. If Natasha’s playful snicker at your words was any indication, your chance was pretty high.
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 10 hours
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When I tell you I cannot WAIT to hear readers reaction to the stunt Bruce pulled. I’d be rolling up with some words to say and punches to throw
"Bruce," Dick cautioned, "don't start a fight."
"Hn."
"They have kids," Dick reminded. And Jason- well. It wasn't Jason that worried him when it came to the kids. It was you. Now that he'd had a little time to do some digging of his own, he could understand your appeal to Jason. A young, pretty single mom? A convoluted adoption story? Strong enough to do it alone but vulnerable enough to trip all his protective instincts.
"Hn."
"And dogs. Couple big ones," Dick hummed. Though the enthusiastic boxer and the aging wolfhound wouldn't be much of an issue, he didn't think.
Bruce nodded and looked towards the house. Through the kitchen window, he could see his son. Phone pinned between his ear and his shoulder. Flipping bits of diced meat to the dogs as he worked on putting... whatever it was into the crock pot. He looked... content. Relaxed. If a little out of place.
It was clear that the decorations and paint were... your taste. And that they hadn't been updated. Pale pink walls and mint curtains and appliances... It made his hulk of a son look like he was playing in a doll house.
"Quit being creepy and start your apology tour," Dick sighed. "You can do me next-"
"I just wanted proof he wasn't-"
"You're the one that told him to leave. Again," Dick snapped. "So he did. And now he has a wife. And kids. And probably another kid on the way. When the fuck is he supposed to cause trouble?"
Bruce looked back to the window and watched Jason sit in a kitchen chair. Shooing the wolfhound's head off the table. Only to groan when the dog just started to try and crawl into his lap.
"When-"
"His wife closes shop at 5pm," Dick said. "Kids get home at 3:45. You have an hour and a half if you want to get him alone."
"Hn."
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shaykesqueer · 14 hours
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Get yourself a man who looks at you like this
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witchydykebitch · 8 hours
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Thinking about being eaten out while reading, like being completely immersed in a book only to be distracted by a cute dyke settling themselves between my thighs
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Extremely homophobic that I’m not choking on my mom’s thick girlcock till I pass out. Even more homophobic that I’m not waking up to her grunts and moans while she demolishes my pussy
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babyotterboy · 22 hours
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sorry yall anon inbox submissions are revoked.. things got fuckin scary lmfao
again
minors
35+
it is not about YOU SPECIFICALLY BUT LEAVE ME ALONE
minors should not be in this space PERIOD it makes ME feel fucking gross. it’s dangerous for you. i am a literal fucking father and you guys actually make me wanna cry about how scary that is.
i get it. i WAS YOU THAT IS WHY I AM TELLING YOU TO STOP. it is DANGEROUS.
35+, this is a DNI inclusion not because i am unattracted to older men/trans masc people. i am. very. but i have. trauma.
disrespecting a DNI list is just not okay and i actually fuckin need to like take an hour because i’m steaming.
stop stepping on peoples boundaries.
i am not a toy. i am a person. with boundaries for a reason.
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snaccpopstudios · 3 days
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Everything That Shines~
Oh, Kain has taken a liking to the shiny things of this world. But you? It might be more than just a liking~
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b-1-tchinheat · 3 days
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I NEED to be a free use toy rn. Need my mommy to invite all her friends over and for her to tell me it’s just a friendly get together but I end up tied up with all of my holes exposed!! When mommy’s friends get here they all coo at me and start groping my pretty tits and start teasing my little pussy and all of my tight holes. Soon they are all out fucking me so rough I’m sobbing and I keep telling them “no, please don’t, please stop” and they all just laugh at me and keep using me all while mom is sitting and watching with a nice glass of wine.
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soft-fella · 3 days
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sad piggy peter single handedly brought back my depression pls let him have some hugs
awww man, i’m sorry 🥰 here is some sad human peter
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norrieluvsyou · 3 days
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my favorite characters as prn links
if it not over +18, do not go beyond the cut. watch these links at your own risk
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sanji vinsmoke (opla)
↳ getting fucked by sanji
↳ sanji rubbing his dick on your clit
↳ sanji fucking you on the merry
↳ sanji eating you out after dinner
theodore nott (hp fan character)
↳ theo fucking you good after class
↳ theo and you the morning after a party
↳ riding theo after a quidditch game
↳ theo fucking out his frustration
tangerine (bullet train)
↳ tan fucking you in a train restroom
↳ tan eating you out good
↳ waking tan up after a mission
↳ having fun with tan in a hotel
coriolanus snow (tbosas)
↳ coryo finger fucking your pussy
↳ the president and the first lady
↳ coryo folding you in half
↳ coryo loves your tits
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marigoldenblooms · 3 days
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Thinking of FilmProfessor!Wanda taking fem!Reader home after class.. safe to say, An Important Lesson is getting another part >:) If you wanna be tagged when it comes out, lemme know! Read the first part here!
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Her studio would be beautiful, yet you couldn’t even care about it as you feasted on her gaze. Heavy and dark, Wanda’s eyes would hardly know peace she’d take you in, kneeling naked by her bed.
Her fingers would raise your jaw up to meet her eye, crooning to you. “Look at you, Mommy’s perfect little doll..” Her voice was breathy and laborious, jaw flexing as you’d look at her with those doe eyes, and how your bare pussy had dripped arousal onto her floorboards.
She’d pull something from behind her back, and your pupils would blow at the implication. A camera.
“Want to make a movie with me, baby?”
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A freebie just in case
Again on the steps.
Again you died.
But this time- this time- through the crack in the door you could see... something. Markings and carvings that you didn't understand. And someone? Something?
Had they been the source of the whispers?
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Jason stroked a sweat-damp lock of hair away from your face and took your pulse.
Your heart rate was always slow. It crawled now though. "Where do you keep going?" he murmured.
Where did you go? Whenever you did close your eyes, you didn't STAY here. Your body was here, sure. But- it was almost like being in the room with a coma patient. You seemed to be hovering.
If it weren't for the sweat and the tension- well. He'd probably think you were dead. Or close to it.
"Again?" Tim said frowning, keeping his distance while Bruce moved closer.
"She was reading," Jason said. "Magazines Steph found for her. To try and jog- something. Anything."
"Hn."
Jason glanced up at Bruce and frowned. "Don't start-"
"Pulse?" Bruce asked.
"Crawling," Jason said, "But steady. Same as it is every time."
Bruce nodded, frown deepening, "Nothing new?"
"Nothing," Jason said shaking his head. "The only thing she remembers is cold. And scrapes on her hands."
"Consistent, at least," Bruce said.
"But not much to go on."
"No," Bruce sighed. "But at least we know it's true." You'd allowed Diana to use her Lasso. And- well. You really had no memory. You couldn't lie under those conditions. Still too many missing pieces for his liking. And he didn't like the way Jason was looking at you.
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jplupine · 5 months
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So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭
Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it's yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator's post directly from the creator so that it's still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.
Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!
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witchydykebitch · 2 days
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Tummy Tuesday ft. my favourite dress 🥰
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Need to fuck my mom’s tits so fucking bad. Not even for pleasure just to see the strap she tied to my hips glide through her lubed up tits. Need her to tell me how much of a good boy I am and throat my fake cock. Need her to pull away just to tell me to fuck her throat and if I do good that she’ll breed my pretty boycunt. Need to hear her moan as I lose myself in desperation and selfishly fuck her throat. 😖😖 Need to be a good pup for mommy
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oatmilkbunnie · 5 months
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Desperately need to be reassured while someone eats my pussy, telling me how good it tastes, how good it feels, how good I sound. I need to feel so pretty while someone touches me and makes me cum.
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