“all i know is love, and i find my heart infinite, and everywhere”

happy pride <33

Not to be sappy or anything but i wanna make out with a girl all soft and slow n shit, feel her hands in my hair and on my lower back as i'm in her lap and we're lazily cuddling for hours . . . i swear my heart will burst from how happy she looks as she pulls away, laughing about how warm i feel against her

Hear me out. Maria hill making you beg her to fuck you in her office and making you call her commander

HOOOOLLLLLLY 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay so i added some dumbification bc i’m a whore for it

Maria calling you into her office but as soon as you walk through the door she’s got a hand on your throat. she used your body to slam the door shut. Her wet and skilled mouth bites up your neck to the spot she knows that makes your knees weak. immediately you start to feel all fuzzy for her. you let out several whimpers, yet you never use your words. you’re too lost in the feeling of her biting, sucking, gripping, and grinding on you. she’s everywhere yet nowhere since she’s not where you need her the most. she pulls back and looks darkly into your eyes before cupping your heat. you let out a loud wantonly moan with no care about who could hear. she loves making you dumb for her. the only thing you can think about is how good she’s making you feel. you need more. you purposefully grind your center into her hand. that doesn’t last very long as she uncups her hand and tisks.

“you gotta beg for it, baby girl.” you whine again, words aren’t coming to your mind.

“does your commander already have you so dumb? you poor thing, not a thought in that head, huh?” she places a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. you lunge forward to try and capture her lips into yours. you almost throw a fit when she moves her head back with s smirk.

“oh my sweet little bunny, didn’t you hear me?” she says with fake pity. “i’m not doing anything until you use that pretty little brain if yours. beg for me.” she grips the hair at the nape of your neck and pushes you onto your knees. you burry your head into her upper thigh. maria deviously smirks as she sees you physically freeze. she’s strapped. the thought of her wearing her strap to work makes you dizzy.

maria cups your face in her hand and caresses your cheek with her thumb. her thumb passes over your lips before emerging inside your mouth.

“fuck bunny, you look so needy like this. i know you want more, babe. all you have to do is use those words if yours. i know you can do it honey, come one sweetheart. you don’t wanna make your commander wait, isn’t that right baby?” she raises one eyebrow and stares into your soul.

“please” you managed to whimper out pathetically.

maria’s face lights up and she removes her thumb from inside your mouth. she chuckles at you pouting.

“please what?” your thighs clench. you love calling her by her title. she gets so worked up hearing it from you.

“please, commander.” you whine as she smiles wide

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anon lemme smooch you this is such a good concept!!!! i need to make this into a full on fic are you KIDDING MEEE!!!!

Coining Aporagender orientation labels for myself. I'll make more eventually for other people and myself

None of these are inherently exclusive

Tourmalinic

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An umbrella term for any relationships or attraction between women and aporagender people

Almandian | Apelline | Lolitic

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An aporagender person who is attracted to women | an aporagender person who is attracted to aporagender people | a woman who is attracted to aporagender people

Sapphiric | Apellitrix

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A woman who is attracted to aporagender people and women | an aporagender person who is attracted to aporagender people and women

Apellolitic | Sapphellitrix

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A woman and aporagender person who is attracted to aporagender people | A woman and aporagender person who is attracted to women.

Sapphelline

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A woman and aporagender person who is attracted to women and aporagender people

Though this was made with aporagender people in mind, outherine, maverique, gendered neutrois and nonbinary people, and anyone who feels they have a distinct gender removed from "male" and "female" may use these if they want to! Though maverique, neutrois, and outherine versions will be made, if you want you can use these too

i want her to notice me

but i don’t exist that way to her

i want to run my hands through her hair but she only ever lets me braid it

i want to look at her with love in my eyes but she can never know

so i close them and forget her face

- loving a straight girl

Dear Lesbians of Tumblr:

I have a question that has been on my mind for a while and would like it to be answered because im getting frustrated at not knowing (frustrated at myself btw)

Q: Is the term ‘Butch’ offensive or not?

I have asked multiple people and have had bisexuals say yes and no but only one lesbian friend answer ‘no it’s not a slur’, but then I’ll Google it and find Reddit posts of people saying yes and no. This is mainly because I’ve been in love with the song ‘Butch 4 Butch’ by Rio Romeo ever since it came out and have been told by many separate party’s (who were not lesbian) that I shouldn’t sing it or listen to it publicly.

Please let me know so I can be more educated about my fellow alphabets in the mafia

being in a healthy relationship is one of the greatest thing you could ever ask for.

and no it’s not never arguing or always being happy because nothing goes wrong. it’s talking to understand what’s going on, apologizing when you’re wrong, not being scared of admitting your faults because you know they’re going to understand or at least they’ll try.

i think this is what we all should be yearning for.

….. I have a dildo coming in the mail lol ( already have many vibrators)

omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

Oh no please don’t force my legs apart and slap my pretty clit until I’m dripping and throbbing around nothing I’m begging you!!!!

Confront yourself with the uncomfortable reality that gender, sex, and sexuality are all fuzzier than you want them to be.

You cannot hold the idea that gender is a social construct while also holding the idea that sex and sexuality are rigid, unchanging boxes. It's all just words and definitions we created to try to explain human experience and guess what! Human experience is messy and complex and not beholden to a dictionary!

Just like gender, sex and sexuality are also more complicated and complex than any lines you attempt to draw in sand around them. Do what you want forever.

Coming on here to request a fluffy Nat/Reader fic where Reader is struggling with their mental health and Nat takes care of them ^^

word count: 857

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of mental health issues (does not go into detail).

an/ i really hope this did what you wanted justice bc i am not very confident in this lololol i really hope you like it!

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Dreary Monday’s at the compound normally put a smile on your face. Rain is almost like mother nature's way of sending her love to the earth, cleansing it of all the harsh treatment done by those who take advantage of her kindness for moments at a time.The slow pace of a rainy day is like a breath of fresh air. Your love for the rain slowly became a shared love for you and your partner, Natasha Romanoff. Before she met you, she admittedly loathed the rain.

The damp and depressing mood of the sun going away just never was her favorite. Once the two of you got together, you dragged her along on your rainy day activities. Cuddling up with a nice book and reading it to Natasha while she lays in your lap was one of your favorite things to partake in. Today was one of those days, yet something was widely different. Natasha knew something was wrong the second she came back from her early morning training session. On days like these, she's normally met with you curled up on the couch with two mugs full of hot coco on the coffee table; awaiting her arrival.

The moment she opened the door to your shared room you were nowhere to be found. All lights were turned off while nothing seemed to move an inch since Natahsa left early that morning. Immediately Natasha went searching for you. The rational part of her brain wants to think that you’re okay, but with her life and lived experiences, she can’t help but think of the worse. She enters your shared bedroom to see you curled up in the bed. One of Steve’s oversized sweaters you stole from him is practically swallowing you. Tear stained cheeks and a runny nose is all that Nat can see of your face. Her heart breaks a little bit every time she sees you cry. Her tender voice is the first thing you hear. “Oh detka…” Nat drifts by your side and pulls the covers down. She wipes your tears with a kiss planted on both of your cheeks. You want to say something, anything, but the struggle of forming the words you want feels way too severe to do so. All you can do is to lean into her touch. You have been struggling for the past few days. Your mental health has been on a steady decline and today was your breaking point. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” Nat moves over to lie in bed with you. She moves your head so that you are in her lap. This position is one you have done many times for each other. It has become an unspoken gesture of love, stability, and trust. Many nights the two of you have stayed up like this. Anywhere from talking about your hopes and dreams to reassuring each other about nightmares. This position automatically gives you a sense of being secure. A few beats go by with just silence. Natasha never forces you to talk or explain. All she ever wants to do is to allow you to feel that you are not alone.

“I didn’t want to stress you…” If Nat didn’t have almost superhuman hearing, she would have missed it. The redhead lets out a steady breath. “Honey, you know that you’re the most important thing in my life. Not my job, not even Lhio…don’t tell her I said that.” You smack her arm playfully as she smirks. “Seriously though, your wellbeing is the only thing that matters to me. You are the only person that has ever made me feel this way.” She caresses your cheek as she looks into your eyes. The only thing you can see is pure love. “I’m yours and only yours, my love.” She smiles softly as she plants kisses all over your face. “Tasha!” You squeal as she flips herself over to be completely on top of you. Her hands connect with yours as she interlaces your fingers and pins your arms down. She continues to pepper your face with kisses as she announces all the things she loves about you. “You are the smartest, most talented, and absolutely the easiest person to get to love. I never want you to doubt that you are loved by so many people who have the pleasure of getting to know you. You are a light in this world. I will say this until my last breath, you understand me? I know that your brain doesn’t let you see that sometimes. I know that you may feel broken and unfixable, but you're not. You are the strongest person I know, baby. Never doubt that. I love you forever.” You’ve never seen her so passionate about her feelings so knowing that she got this passionate over loving you makes you tear up. Knowing that you have someone who loves you unconditionally makes your heart soar. The pair of you shared a few kisses and gentle touches. You spent the rest of your day in bed enjoying each other's company. You may not be okay now, but with her, you will be.

T4T love is holy whether its sexual or romantic or platonic or monogamous or polyamorous or gay or lesbian or straight or any combination of any of those things or even something more deeply personal and undefineable

She looks so pretty when she’s shaking in my lap. When she’s burying her face in the pillows and letting them muffle her moans. I like forcing the vibrating toy on that one spot that makes her legs twitch and fingers grasp at the sheets. She’s so beautiful when she raises her hips up as I pull the toy out and begs for me to put it back because it’s not enough, it’s never enough.

NOTHING BUT THIS SPOTIFY PLAYLIST PLEASE