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Happy international women’s day, my loves.
To any and all of you who identify as women, I love you, I admire you, and I’m glad you’re here.
💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
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anothergoodtime · 1 year
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Happy dirty 30 to me. ✨
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allieinthesky · 11 months
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Heads up… don’t call me fucking pet names if you don’t know me.
I’m not your baby.
I’m not your good girl.
I’m not your princess.
IM. NOT. YOURS.
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depressionisexistence · 10 months
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Tumblr was made for people to be who they really want to be without society judging and labeling them.
Most Men on tumblr see that as women want to hoe around.. need attention.. or want to see their dick.
Most Women use tumblr to promote their content! Which I’m not opposed to.. but if you don’t like it when you’re overloaded with dick pictures.. what makes you think every guy wants to see content?
Im just over here like.. that’s what porn is for, while being almost all free! Not saying I don’t support small business. Because I do! But don’t assume and message me without saying hi first.
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hoolay-boobs · 11 months
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Imagine thinking women do anything to look nice for random men I wore my pink lace padded bra to go buy a burger and fries and then eat it sitting by myself at the park while reading Edgar Allen Poe simply bc I like how I look y’all are weak
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getofforgetout · 5 months
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ok cool apparently posting a selfie on here is an invitation for creeps to send you the most depraved and disrespectful shit imaginable, remind me to never do that again thanks!!
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thegreatmistake · 1 year
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“Women don’t want nice guys they just want douchebags” if that were true someone would have picked you by now because you’re not nice and your kinda a douche
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beneaththemooon · 4 months
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Bricks are about to start getting thrown. I’m tired and my ability to deal with stupid assholes is nearing its end.
Trans women are women.
Trans men are men.
Non-binary people are non-binary people.
It’s really not that goddamn difficult to sit down, shut the fuck up, and accept peoples gender are what they fucking say it is. It’s not a choice. It’s not a decision. It just is what it fucking is. Its. That. Simple.
No one should feel like they need to “pass” unless they fuckin want to.
If you see a man in a skirt, mind ya business.
You see a woman with a beard, mind ya fucking business.
No one owes anyone gender conformity.
IT’S THAT SIMPLE.
Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.
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starlooove · 7 months
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So y’all said she was lying and I go to see why just for it to be some nasty ass faux spiritual white woman with no evidence besides “I think she had allergies” and a gofundme from 2020? I hope black men specifically wake the fuck up and realize that these women yall prop up are gearing to turn around and blame y’all for misogyny period. Like all this shit you say about black is going to be turned on y’all to justify white peoples self defense! These women y’all are riding for are already trash at Intersectionality imagine now that y’all are broadcasting ur misogyny? Like be so fucking serious
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mean-gemini · 2 years
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I can’t stand mother hate frankly unless your mother was repeatedly physically abusive I don’t wanna hear it lol
#yes I know this is a hot take but I do not care#ppl are so obsessed with calling their moms emotionally manipulative for the littlest things#some of u I swear to god it’s like your mom cried in front of you once and you’re like I hate my mom she’s so manipulative#it’s gotten to the point where I straight up just don’t believe people I know that’s bad but when ppl are like my mom is emotioanlly abusive#I’m like ok I bet she’s not#is she manipulative or are you just a misogynist who thinks women expressing emotions is inherently manipulative#is she manipulative or do you just hold mothers to an insanely high standard of stoicism and patience#is she manipulative or do you just lack sympathy for everything she has been through and not really view her as her own person with a#complex history that you probably don’t even know the half of#is she manipulative or are you just entitled and expect her to baby you for your entire life#etc#unless she is Actually abusive your mother has done more for you than anyone else ever will and you owe her some patience and understanding#and gratitude#stop expecting your moms to be perfect stop holding them to a higher standard than everyone else stop villainizing them for being normal#human beings who have probably been through all kinds of shit and have some unhealthy coping mechanisms/communication habits/behaviors like#everyone else does#your mother is a human being just like you#some of you really have this vitriolic hatred towards your mothers just because they’re like. kinda annoying sometimes and not great at#communicating and/or because they were somewhat emotionally immature when you were a child which is usually bc they were young or otherwise#unprepared for parenthood . like get over it ?!!! literally get over it bro I don’t care that your mom acted crazy when you were 9 years old
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steddiecameraroll · 5 months
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both POVs on ao3
Eddie comes to a skidded stop outside the sailor themed ice cream shop. His Sam Goody bag slams into his shin from the sudden movement.
“Ow, shit.” He winces but tries to ignore the pointed pain from the corner of one of his brand new tapes poking his leg, and stares ahead at what he imagines must be an illusion.
Steve The Hair Harrington has his arm deep into some chocolate looking concoction, and suddenly Eddie wants to taste it. He’s not even much of an ice cream guy but this he cannot pass up.
Like a siren’s song, the little polyester shorts the sailor man is wearing calls to Eddie. He wonders if he could slide both of his hands up through the bottom of the legs.
Eddie steps into the bright lights and his ears fill with some ridiculous theme music. He wonders if Steve has ever tried to disembowel the sound system. Eddie would help him if he wanted assistance.
“Ahoy there!”
Eddie stands back watching Steve interact with a group of old classmates. He recognizes the young women from a couple of his classes last semester. Steve’s clearly flirting with them and missing by a mile.
Eddie hates to admit, even to himself, watching Steve fumble brings a smidge of joy to his heart. He may not be delusional and think that means he has a chance with Steve, but it does give him some kind of weird twinkle of hope anyway.
Right after the gaggle of women walk away, Eddie sees Steve lower his head and bang it gently on the countertop causing his adorable little hat to slip from his head.
“Buck up sailor boy,” Eddie grabs Steve’s hat and spins it around his finger.
Steve jolts and stands up, gawking at Eddie. “Munson? What are you…that’s my hat.” Steve snatches the regulated uniform accessory from Eddie’s finger and clutches it in his hand.
Eddie lets his eyes drag down the part of Steve’s body not hidden by the countertop, before flicking back to Steve’s face.
“Love the outfit, by the way. Really finishes off the whole ambiance.” Eddie wiggles his fingers around the space emphasizing the environment.
“I know it’s ridiculous, dude. You don’t have to rub it in.” Steve puts his hand on his hip and cocks his weight onto the opposite foot.
“Oh no, you misconstrue, my good man.” Eddie leans further into his hands coming closer to Steve’s face. “If I’m rubbing anything, it wouldn’t be your uniform.”
Eddie enjoys watching a beautiful blush rush up Steve’s neck onto his cheeks, before he diverts his attention onto the display case of flavors, giving Steve a moment to collect himself.
“What do you recommend?” Eddie runs his fingertip lazily across the glass.
“Um…” Steve takes a quick breath before putting on his customer service smile. “The USS Butterscotch is a favorite or the cherry’s jubilee. What do you usually get when you eat ice cream?”
“Wanna know a secret?” Eddie playfully whispers while leaning over the case.
“Um, ok.” Steve leans in closer.
“I’m more of a salty treat kinda man,” he winks, surprising himself with the weird level of confidence he’s slipped into.
Steve furrows his brows before leaning away and nervously scratching the back of his neck. He tries to chuckle in response as if understanding what Eddie’s implying but Eddie can tell Steve has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Well, then maybe-um-a parfait? Peanut butter? Or nuts…something with nuts?”
Eddie bites on his bottom lip trying to stifle a childish giggle keeping his eyes on the naive, adorable, sailor man. When Steve’s words finally register in his brain he awkwardly swallows hard, and shuffles on his feet trying to busy himself with something behind the counter.
“I could go for some nuts.” Eddie leans on his arms over the case. “What kinda nuts do you have, Stevie?”
“Um, just- y’know- normal ones. What kind do you like?” Eddie tracks the slow swipe of Steve’s tongue across his bottom lip.
Eddie lowers his voice before responding. “I’m sure I’d like anything you give me, captain.”
“Jesus,” Steve quietly huffs. “Uh, how about our peanut butter brickle topped with our candied almonds?”
Eddie keeps his eyes on Steve tracking his awkward movements behind the counter. Steve spins his scooper mindlessly in his palm, trying to channel his nervous energy.
“Sounds delicious. I’ll have one of those. Is there a show or anything I get with my treat?”
“A show?” Steve asks while grabbing a parfait cup from the stack on the countertop.
“Was just curious if there’s some kind of song or dance you have to perform in this adorable little outfit. Y’know, like that one restaurant in Chicago, Ed Debevic’s?”
Steve scrunches his nose and slides open the glass case. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Really? It’s this 50’s diner place where the staff are dicks. Nothing? Really?”
Steve shakes his head while reaching his arm deep into the ice cream tub. Eddie lowers his face to watch Steve through the glass. He wonders how sticky Steve is at the end of a shift.
“Is there a shower back there?”
“What?”
"In the back. Was just curious if you go home sticky or not."
"Um...no, I mean yes I'm generally pretty sticky at the end of my shift, but there's no shower...in the back. There's not really anything back there. Only a table and some safety posters, a white board that Robin shames me with." He trails off and Eddie wishes he could see this white board.
"Shames you? Robin...?" He has a hunch but isn't sure.
"Buckley? From school."
"Yeaaahhh, that's what I thought. Good for her." He means it.
Steve scrunches his face while finishing off the disgustingly sweet display of tasty deliciousness.
“Anything else I can get for you?” Steve gives Eddie his best customer service smile while setting the ice cream on top of the case.
A wicked grin spreads across Eddie’s face. “Naw I’m good. Unless… there’s something available that’s not on the menu.”
Eddie knows Steve is naive. Has never once picked up on his blatant flirting over the years, or at least doesn’t let it rattle him. But this utter display of fantasy is rotting away at Eddie’s resolve, and he’s seconds away from asking to suck on Steve’s sticky fingers.
He leans in front of the register and looks up at Steve through his eyelashes.
Pretty pretty boy.
“Um,” Steve looks around the empty restaurant, and then glances at something over Eddie’s head before turning his attention back. “Y-yeah, there is actually.”
Eddie thinks maybe he’s about to choke on his tongue as he attempts to swallow, waiting for Steve to continue.
“It’s in the back. Um, in the-in the break room. Wanna see it? Maybe?”
The fluorescent lighting above makes the beautiful shade of pink Steve’s cheeks are, into a warm glow. Eddie thinks he might be hearing angels sing or maybe it’s the dumb sailor music, but whatever it is it’s definitely music to his ears.
“Yeeaaah, definitely need to see it. Maybe wanna taste it even.”
Steve’s mouth is parted prettily, making Eddie wonder if his own tongue could slide between them easily.
Steve nods and bites down on his bottom lip, while motioning Eddie to follow around the opening of the countertop.
“Cool, very cool.” Steve walks backwards keeping his eyes on Eddie.
When Eddie steps behind the counter, taking in the entire outfit, he can’t control the subtle groan that emanates from his chest.
He’s gonna fuck this sailor silly.
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They reappear 17 min later to a puddle of melted peanut butter brickle, an annoyed Erica Sinclair, and a better understanding of Eddie’s love of nuts.
Steve’s POV now both POVs on ao3
coffee? ☕️🍩💕
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anothergoodtime · 1 year
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Lmaooooo y’all men are toxic af sometimes.
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sytoran · 10 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟏
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you, a regular law-abiding citizen, saved the gods by accident. now, the goddess of lust, natasha, is going to grant you a wish. you could've had just about anything, but looking at the ethereal being before you, there's only one thing on your mind.
pairing: goddess!natasha x dom!fem!reader (G!P)
note: hello, folks! this is the long-awaited goddess!nat fic for the milestone event! i am quite proud of this fic, ngl... got a bit too carried away with some parts ;)
word count: 2.5k
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When you jumped in front of a speeding car to save a cat on the road, you had absolutely no clue that the cat was not, in fact, a cat.
This not-cat was a species of flerken, and it’s name was Goose. Flerkens were extremely dangerous alien creatures. At least, that’s what the Goddess of Galaxies, Carol Danvers, told you.
Trust me, meeting an intergalactic space goddess with a pet killing-machine (that looked awfully like a cat) was about as chaotic and unbelievable as you would imagine it to be.
“H-holy fuck!” you yelled, jumping in your seat, as a glowing woman materialised before your very eyes, in your shithole of an office. 
“I do not believe I am holy, even though I am a Goddess.” The woman stated, watching with curious eyes as you tittered over your split coffee. Lifting your laptop and muttering curses, then sifting through the messed up paperwork.
“You’re a what?” You asked distractedly, still panicking over the mess that is your desk. “My boss is actually going to murder me. Or maybe I’ll murder myself first. I am literally- Yeah, okay, how the fuck did you appear like that? And aren’t gods supposed to be like, really huge? You look kinda…… human.”
“I am a goddess.” Carol reiterated with slight annoyance. A literal extraterrestrial being was in front of your eyes, and the only thing you cared about was your damn coffee? 
“We are beings you could only ever fathom from the depths of your imagination, powerful beyond measure. Which is also why we can shapeshift to look like regular human beings, so we won’t scare the shit outta you. Which seems to have still happened.”
You let out a dry bark of laughter. Carol wasn’t sure if you thought she was funny or you were about to burst into tears.
“So, why did you decide to visit me, ever-powerful, omnipresent, all-mighty being?” You asked, half-sarcastically, half simply given up on life itself. The report you had been working on for nearly an hour had been ruined by the fiasco earlier. 
You dropped into your chair, kicking your feet up onto your desk. Loosening your black tie with a weary sigh, you looked at the Goddess’ eyes and continued. “I’m a nobody. I’m an overworked and underpaid attorney. I run on caffeine. I don’t know why or how you’re here, but I really–”
“You saved us. The Gods and Goddesses.” Carol interrupts, firm and unyielding. “We owe you, alright? You get one wish.”
“One wish, to get whatever it is you desire. Anything. Anything at all.”
Your story was absolutely one of zero to hero. From an ‘underpaid and overworked attorney’, to having the fucking gods of the multiverse indebted to you, it seemed like a rather unorthodox situation.
“So… what do you want?” Carol had asked you. 
“Uhm, I don’t need anything,” you mumbled, fiddling with your loosened tie. “Like, it’s totally chill between us even if I saved your cat.”
Great. Real cool, Y/N. The middle school boys could never compare to your level of failed attempts at being cool.
“Goose is not a cat, alright?” Carol commented, offended. You mutter an apology. 
“So, what do you want?” she continued impatiently. “Humans thrive off greed. You mortals always want something. What is it, money? A fancy car? A boyfr– okay, not to be stereotypical, but you’re definitely not straight. So, women on your mind?”
You splutter at her outright but nevertheless true allegation. Carol gives you this blank stare that makes you feel stupid. 
“Well, I guess, as a woman, there’s something I do want,” you speak up after a while. Carol raises her eyebrows in interest. “Something I have wanted to try, you know.”
Leaning closer to whisper your deepest desire in the goddess’ ear, Carol’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline. Her impressed, intrigued, embarrassed, and taken aback emotions all morphed into one expression, almost steals a laugh from your lips.
“You want me to grant you a cock.”
The Goddess of Lust sits in her throne, a picturesque image of perfection, the statement falling from her lips with such ease. There’s a lilt to her voice you can’t decipher. You just nod, looking unfalteringly at the goddess, as if it was the most normal request in the world. 
The Goddess was slightly perturbed by your lack of, well, awe. There you were, standing in her grand palace, unfazed by the multi-million dollar chandeliers and gold-framed pictures, unfazed by her.
Natasha was just about the most exquisite sight people would kill to lay their eyes upon. Soft curls framed her delicately sculpted face like curtains to a stage, magnificent deep eyes and a more than well-endowed body to complement her pretty face. Her rose-gold dress of satins and sequins dripped with money. There was the thrall she exuded, of seduction so strong that had men and women falling to their knees.
Natasha was the Goddess of Lust for sakes, and the only thing you cared about was redeeming your wish?
She would’ve been annoyed, if not for how unfairly charming you were, standing with your hands in your pockets, a charming gentlemanly smile on your face.
“What kind of cock do you want?” Natasha resorts to ask, a playful smirk on her features. “I’ve seen some interesting ones over the years, intergalactic sex is far crazier than you would imagine. Ooh, do you want tentacles to-”
“Uh, no thanks.” You say hurriedly, a hand going out of your pocket to rub at your nose. It’s the first sign of discomfort or embarrassment Natasha’s seen from you. She grins. 
“Just a regular human one?” She clarifies, pouting at you slightly. 
“That’d be great, yeah.” You respond, back to smiling brightly. Natasha frowns. She knows that there’s something under that stupid gentlemanly facade you’re putting on. She’s craving to get a taste of it.
“What size?” The Goddess asks bluntly, like a Starbucks barista asking for your order on a Monday morning.
“A regular size would be fine, I suppose.” You respond in kind, nodding to yourself assuredly. Natasha winks at you. “Ah, a regular size, I see.”
Before you can decipher that cryptic response, the Goddess stands up, a pillar of superiority and authority. She snaps her fingers, and you’re being pushed back into a fancy chair. Where did the chair come from, anyway?
You forgo the answer to that question as the Goddess begins what you would assume to be the procedure. “Sit tight.”
A surge of pain presses against your crotch area, and you almost keel forward in shock, but the pain goes as quickly as it comes. 
“Wait….. that’s it?” You ask, almost disbelievingly. Natasha nods proudly.
You look down, hands resting on your belt buckle. 
You look up at the Goddess, and she only smirks. 
You pull down your pants in swift fashion, letting out a quiet ‘whoa’ at the bulge in your boxers. It definitely feels bigger than would be regular, but then again you don’t have much knowledge of a man’s cock per se.
“Thank you,” You say, pleased with the results. Trying something new in the bedroom would definitely bring more life to your desolate days.
All too quick for the Goddess’ liking, you’re putting your clothes back on and getting ready to leave. “Thanks for your help,” You say calmly, turning to walk down the long passageway.
God, you just wanted to watch her fall apart.
As you walk, you feel Natasha’ eyes burning holes through your back. Oh, the tension was palpable, building with each step you took. It was getting harder to walk, with Natasha’s thrall like a heavyweight on your shoulders, willing you not to leave.
As you stand before the tall doors, you come to a standstill. Natasha waits in her throne with bated breath, so many words fighting to fall from the tip of her stubborn lips.
Your hand pushes down on the door handle, and that’s the last thing you can do before Natasha snaps her fingers again, and the tension is broken like a snapped coil. Suddenly, you’re pressed against her, looking into her dilated pupils.
“You’re so annoying, you know? I’ve been so fucking horny, looking at you this whole time, and you were about to get up leave?” Natasha asks, her tongue coming out to dart at her pink lips. Her hands have grasped your forearms, but your hands are cinched around her waist, disabling movement.
“No,” you breathe, head moving down to trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her poised neck. “I was waiting for you.” The Goddess throws her head back under your fleeting touch. 
“Fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles, and you smirk against her skin. You’re rough with her, too, knowing that she isn’t made of glass, sucking purple marks into the pale skin of her neck, shoving your knee between her legs to spread them wider.
“Too much clothes,” Natasha breathes, and then with a burst of magic you’re stripped bare of any article of clothing. Her hands fly to your cock instantaneously, wrapping her delicate fingers around your semi-hard member.
You grunt against her skin, struggling to find a better position to properly have her. Since she’s sitting in the throne and you’re bent over above her, you can barely have her the way you want. Due to your lack of magical power, you resort to doing things the hard way.
Your hands slide under Goddess’ dress, going under her thighs, and then manhandling her up. Natasha’s whines of disapproval turn on deaf ears as you sit yourself in the grand chair, plopping her onto your lap. You don’t miss the way her thighs are already slightly damp.
“Need you inside now, fuck,” Natasha growls into your skin, climbing onto your cock as your hands squeeze at her thighs. You proceed to rip the fabric off her skin, deciding that there’s too much clothing restricting you from getting your hands on her.
And boy, was that a sight you’d never forget. 
“Oh!” The Goddess cries, when you lean forward to wrap your lips around her hardened bud. Your hands don’t rest for a moment, squeezing everywhere – hips, thighs, breasts, ass — whatever you can get your hands on. She’s fucking exquisite.
The stimulation seems to work wonders for Natasha’s pleasure, as she engulfs your cock in her warmth with fervour.
You gasp lowly, a throaty sound escaping your lips. Her hips and ass go up and down, working her cunt around the girth of your cock, wet and warm and slick. You can barely keep up with how desperate she is, and the fact that you have this wonder of a woman falling apart at your hands makes your heart soar.
Matching the rhythm of short upward thrusts with Natasha’s riding makes her moan out loud, a pretty melodious sound that imprints itself into your brain all at once. You wanna hear it a hundreds of times more.
Natasha gets more messy with her riding, as you suck hickeys, light ones and fierce ones, into her collarbone and her neck and breasts. You can’t resist the urge to slap her on the ass as she rides you like it’s the last day she’d be on this universe.
“Ah!” The Goddess moans, and you grip her thighs and push her down hilt deep, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. You feel her cum around your cock, so needy and desperate and mindless, and that triggers your own climax. 
Natasha hadn’t even begun to open her eyes again before she ends up on the floor and you hovering above her, your hands fervently spreading her cunt open. You duck your head down, licking a long stripe up her puffy clit. 
The Goddess writhes, unintelligible moans falling from her lips as you proceed to give her the best fucking cunnilingus of her life.
You’re more than determined to make this an unforgettable experience for the Goddess who probably had sex every other day. 
Natasha doesn’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your tongue, but you’re ravenous and your carnal desire makes her even wetter than before.
She’s slept with plenty of people, human or not, but none of them had ever been this uncouth about her pussy. Oh, it nearly drove her mad, but she was already seeing stars.
Before the Goddess registers what’s happening, your hardened cock slides into her cunt with a flippant ease once again. Natasha lets out a filthy moan as she feels it throb inside her, clenching around you hard.
You slap her thigh in retaliation, but feeling the sudden strike of pain only turns her on further. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you pant. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” 
Natasha takes it as a promise, when you spread her thighs and line your cock up with her pussy. The Goddess of Lust doesn’t think she’s ever wanted anyone this bad.
You enter her roughly, your previously calm exterior completely faded away. You fuck her deeper with each thrust, opening the Goddess up. Pounding into the woman’s cunt like a woman starved, you hear her beg and cry with each thrust.
“Oh, please! More! More!” The Goddes cries, nearly screaming your name every time your blunt head pushes against her cervix. You only get spurred on further, going at a pace so painfully fast you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
You swallow at the sight of this Goddess, completely breathtaking in her state of unravelling. 
“My divine Goddess,” You say, leaning down to press a kiss against the bulge of your cock at her lower stomach. 
Those words in itself have Natasha uncoiling before you, your name falling from her lips like a sacred mantra. Her walls are wrapped around your cock so tight, her nails digging into your back so hard it nearly draws blood.
“My divine Goddess,” you repeat, eyes glazed over, reaching your own climax inside her. Natasha lets out a filthy moan, feeling each throb of your cock in her as walls of cum pulse inside her, again and again. 
God, it feels so good, everything everywhere all at once, your world becoming Natasha, Natasha, Natasha. 
You think you could stay like this forever.
A long bath and a trip to the Goddess’ bedroom later, you’re laying on her expensive silk sheets, hair smelling like rosemilk or whatever that shampoo had been called.
You honestly don’t know how this gorgeous woman’s been charmed by your awkward humour and the coffee stain on your work shirt, but you’re definitely not complaining as she nuzzles into your neck, humming in satisfaction.
“You sure that’s the first time you’ve ever had a cock?”
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141 x cook!reader pt ii
Warning: feminine described reader, swearing, suggestive themes??, this is not proofread.
You honestly could have planned this better.
Never in your years of working have you been asked to cater for a party of this magnitude.
It’s the middle of summer. A celebratory feast. And it is hot as hell in this hot ass fucking ass room you’re in.
But here you are, baking sweets to feed an army. Literally.
Your uniform is unbuttoned, the sleeves wrapped around your waist so it does drag, exposing your arms and shoulders from your tank top.
Your crew made the joke to whistle at your ‘strip tease’ before you snapped and had half of them on prep duty. Earning a groan out of the group.
After the room got hot enough, you sent the rest out to start the grilling.
Bbq chicken, potato salad, stuffed jalapeños, buttered asparagus and mac n cheese was what was on the menu today.
You gave into the requests of Gaz, for half the menu. But surprisingly Soap really wanted chicken for the annual summer grill out.
Since giving you the goodie bag of delicious treats, one of them being home made cookies you swear were made by the fkn chefs of Gods high above, you have made a respectable friendship with the four gentlemen of 141.
And in return of your generosity of friendship, you decided to add a desert.
The best (shittiest) part? The shit in the oven was the fucking garnish.
You groan, rubbing your face with the heat, now worrying that the cute little churro like treats weren’t going to bake well, but using a fryer in the heat was even more so suicide.
One of your teammembers walked into the kitchen.
“Hey boss! One of the sergeant’s is asking for you!!”
You stood back up from where you put yourself in the corner. “Check on these every 10 mins please. I’ll be quick. Don’t stay in here you’ll die-“
The boy was perplexed at your declaration before shrugging and standing outside the open door.
You didn’t bother putting yourself together except putting up your hair.(if there’s short hair on ya then you slicked it back you stud)
Spotting Gaz waving your way, you began to jog over.
“Sergeant, what do I owe this interruption of your finest chef on this base?”
Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, fkn cutie-
“Needed to know where you needed these tables, Crook.”
You begin pointing to the direction of shaded areas. And as you watch other men n women putting up stuff you groan. “Shit. It’s still early. The sun not hitting there.”
“We’ll put up some covers to block the sun from your people.”
You smile greatfully and pat his shoulder.
“Gaz you’re the best, now if you’ll excuse-“
“Boss we got smoke!”
You turn in shock as you and Gaz race back to the kitchen, him hissing for you as you slid down and past the kitchen entrance before hurrying your way in.
You opened the oven, no hesitation, noticing that the treats weren’t burning but something under the trays were charred.
“What the fuck-“
You see Gaz pull out a pair of tongs, pulling out a burnt oven mitt.
“JUST WHO THE FUCK LEFT THEIR MITTS IN MY OVEN?!”
The sergeant can’t ever remember a time when he even thought you were a tiny bit mad. You were furious.
“EVERYONE! HALL RIGHT NOW!”
With such speed you shut off half of the ovens, seeing as now they actually are just crispy enough they should finish with the remaining heat.
There’s a total of ten men/women lined up in front of you.
“I want to know who put their mitts in the oven.” Your arms stay crossed as the group looks amongst eachother.
“We can all be on scraping duty for all I care. I don’t want no Spartacus in this bitch either. Just tell me honestly.”
One of the older gentlemen raises their hands.
“Paul?”
“I’m sorry, Crook. Jason asked me to cover to use the bathroom and I was just checking them honest. I don’t know where my head is.”
You can feel Gaz’s eyes on you as you uncrossed your arms, leaving them on your sides.
“New baby?”
Paul nods. “Colic. She’s not sleeping. I’m sorry, boss, I swear it wasn’t my intention.”
With a heavy sigh, you motion him away. “Use the cafeteria rec room to take a breather, take a nap since you’re gonna need it. Your on dishes tonight.”
You see Paul instantly relax. “Th-Thanks…boss.”
After roaring at everyone else to get back to work, you managed to get everything else finished in a timely matter.
Gaz managed to calm your nerves, a hand on your back as he assured you everything would be fine.
“It was an accident, and nothing terrible came out of it. I’ll have one of the rookies on cleaning duty check it out.”
You smile, leaning your hand on his arm. “Thanks Serge.”
Enough food to feed over 300 men was set and ready to go. And attending was a solid 130.
141 had a training exercise of cops n robbers with water guns to your surprise.
Team Alpha had red dye in their water tubs, while Team Beta had blue.
You’d be a fucking liar if you didn’t think it was quite the sight, your sergeants, Lieutenant and Captain drenched in colored water, white shirts sticking to their skins.
Shit.
Whelp back to work.
Paul ended up coming out sooner to help out, seemed in dire need to earn a respect that was never really lost back.
Before you knew it, everything was ready and whistled over, getting Ghosts attention. He raised a fist in the air, repeated the whistle and a mix of cheers and groans sounded from the field a few yards away.
Everyone lined up, getting plastic plates, getting their fill, and eventually- to your absolute pleasure, you got to announce seconds.
Soap and Gaz nearly ran each-other over to get to the chicken.
“If you whores knock over my tables-“
“Easy now, crook.” You heard your Lieutenant chuckle. “Don’t need you biting off more heads today.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m doing no such thing-“
“Really? Gaz tells us otherwise. Said you were *very* mean to your own teammates.”
The gasp you let out, turning to Gaz who immediately put up a free hand in defense. “I said no such thing, Dove. None.”
“You told them I was mean?!”
“I don’t recall ever saying such thing-“
“You said- ‘Crook is rather scary when we get on her bad side. She’ll rip off your head for sure, Cap-“
“Gaz!!!”
“Oh that’s very true he did-“
“I can’t-“
“I did not say that!!”
“Paul!” You cry over your shoulder.
“Was I too mean to you?!”
Paul laughs a full belly laugh, shaking his head. “Oh no, I 100% deserved worse than that. Sent me to take a nap- felt like I was 10 again!”
That honestly sent Gaz and Soap into a fit of giggles.
“I cannot believe you throw me under the bus like that- AND I MADE YOU GUYS DESERT TOO!”
As you yell, Jason and two other helpers bring out the cups of ice cream with the delicious baked treats you almost died over.
It revived a solid 5 stars. In fact the whole thing was a 10/10!
“Oi, Crook!”
You turn, seeing your lieutenant tossing his now empty cup into a trash bin. He motions you over with a wave of his hand.
“You know why we do this great big dinner annually right?”
You shook your head honestly. “I can’t say I do.”
“We do this,” and he leads you to a table, grabbing you by the waist and hoists you up with a suprised squeal from you.
“Because we celebrate the people here who have shown us their best. And thought we already gave a private hoorah to the others,”
He turns taking a bouquet of carnations from one of the women on base you recognized as one of the mechanics.
“We haven’t given you yours.”
He hands you the bouquet and you aw with a very large pout on your lips. “This is so kind of you guys!”
“Yep. Won’t be for long.”
And just as quick as he gave you your flowers, he took them away and you felt a splash of the COLDEST WATER STRAIGHT FROM THE FUCKING ARTIC.
Pieces of ice was stuck where your pants were tucked in, as you gasped for air, as if it would warm you quick. You look down and see your shirt was stained purple in some bits where the read and blue water was dumped on you.
“Oh I’m going to wring your by your necks-“
You turn in time to see Gaz and Soap running to get some distance from your shaking figure, bright smiles as everyone around you laughs.
Even Price is having a chuckle.
“Oh this is funny? Of course it’s fucking funny to you-“
You reach over trying to embrace Ghost to stain his clothing but he slips away.
As the sun went down, you managed to get your crew and the space cleaned up. Soap and Gaz helped since they felt bad for their stunt from earlier.
You let Paul off earlier than you just to get him home to his wife n baby. As you turned off the lights to the mess hall, and headed down the main hallway, you noticed Price’s office light was still on in his wing.
With a hum of curiosity you rapped on the door, hearing a ruff ‘come in.’
You peered in, seeing the man just putting on his jacket, seemingly to leave.
“Oh Captain. Was just checking in on you I saw your light on.”
“Yea, Crook, was just getting some work finished before the weekend.”
You nod with a smile. “Care for company on the way to the lot?”
He gives a huff of a laugh. “Sure. Why the hell not.”
The walk there is pleasant. There’s small talk, plans for a football game with Laswell and her wife, and you’re visiting your grandma this weekend for her birthday.
By the time you reach your car, and him his truck, you hear a loud boisterous laughter coming from your left.
Looking over, seeing Soap talking to Ghost and Gaz, he waves to the both of you.
“They often stay late?”
“Oh we all do, darling.”
You hum.
“I’ll leave some of my mom’s coffee creamer in the rec room fridge if you guys ever want a charge up for the late night.”
Your captains gruff laugh hits your ears again. “Always taking care of us, Crook. Thanks again.”
A/N: heh- sorry for shoving this towards you guys I enjoy writing this paring more than I thought I do.
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Hi, I read your first piece with Leah and really enjoyed it. I then saw you were asking for requests so figured I might as well give an idea I’ve had in my head. Basically its around Leah and a wealthy CEO/Buisnesswoman reader. Their relationship being loving but others seeing things in different ways. Where people/teammates end up assuming Y/n is a gold digger. Falsely accusing her of being such. I’d be curious to know what you think if this and see how it might play out if written.
Gold Digger
Fluff, angst, suggestive
Leah’s pov:
“Mate, please I really don’t want to go, I mean what do they even need me for? Im a footballer not a stock broker!” I whined to my manager Tyra.
“Leah trust me, you’ll love it, the CEO of the company is a huge advocate for women and girls in sports, it’s the centre of tonight’s event, she does a lot more work than just holdings, she’s trying to bring women’s sport into each company the corporation owns to increase growth” I continue to stare at her, still questioning why I have to be there. Tyra sighs, “and, leah, having successful women attending events to show those companies just what women are capable of can help a lot.” She pauses waiting for my response. “She asked specifically for you Leah” I raised my eyebrows, “she did?”, “of course she did you nut, you’re Leah Williamson, you’ve just won the biggest tournament in Europe, now get a grip and go get dressed.” Tyra walks out of the hotel room, and I sigh, maybe it won’t be too bad, I mean I do enjoy advocacy events, hopefully it’s not full of stuck up old rich men, Tyra did say the CEO was a woman.
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The event hasn’t been too bad so far, I’ve been introduced to a few really interesting people who seem genuinely interested in what I do, “and this, is y/n y/ln, the CEO of y/ln holdings” Tyra taps me and gestures to a woman stood next to her. I grab on to Tyra’s arm to stable myself, i genuinely think my knees were about to give out. Tyra side eyes me questioningly. 
“Leah! Hi, wow I’m so happy to meet you and so beyond grateful you were able to come tonight, you have no idea how much it means!” Y/n exclaims, offering her hand forward, I stand still, gobsmacked at the angelic woman stood infront of me, smiling brightly, praising me. Tyra shoves me “ow!” I turn to scowl her, she subtly gestures to y/n’s hand still waiting for mine to shake it. “Oh shit” I mumble and y/n laughs quietly, I quickly embrace her hand in mine and shake it. I look up at y/n and meet her eyes, my mouth opens slightly at the feeling of her hand in mine and her eyes staring through me, I feel something electric run through me, and by the look on her face I think she does too. “Well Leah why don’t we take advantage of your presence here and let’s have a drink, I’d love to hear your opinion on some of my ideas for women’s football.” She smiles gently. I nod and smile back “I’d love to” she pulls my hand that’s still clasped with hers and leads me to the bar.
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@leahwilliamsonn
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Wow! What a night, thank you @y/ln.holdings ☺️
@y/ln.holdings: Thanks for coming Leah!
@user78930: ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS WOAH
@emilythompson76: Gorgeous!!
@bethmead_: 🔥🔥🔥
@keriawalsh: bloody lovely 
@alexscott2: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
@y/n_y/ln: Hope you enjoyed your night😉
“Really?” I turn to y/n who is slumped up in my bed, sheets covering her bare chest.
“What!? Did you enjoy your night?” She smirks and moves closer to me. 
“Mmmh it was okay” I smirk back
“Just okay huh? Well we’ll have to do something about that, can’t you having just an ‘okay’ night” 
“Oh yeah? What are we gonna have to do?” I question her, eyebrow raised
“Why don’t I show you” she whispers
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Y/n’s pov: (2 months later)
“Ugh, for fucks sakes” I mumble, after getting my 175th email within the last 10 minutes. I run my hands through my hair and lean back in my chair, letting out a much needed breath when I hear a knock on the door. “Miss y/ln?” My assistant Emily peeks through the door, “yes Emily?” I say, slightly more aggressive than intended, “Leah is here to see you ma’am”, “oh Emily for gods sake how many times have I told you to just call me y/n?!” She looks down “sorry ma’am-I mean- uh”, “send her through please”, Emily nods and shuts the door. 
-
“I know darling” Leah assures as she softly massages my shoulders while I ramble about work.
“And it’s just non stop, Richard will not stop hassling me about the stocks and Ryan! Oh god don’t get me started on Ryan, I swear to go all he doe-“
“I want you to meet my friends” Leah cuts me off. I pause and spin in my chair to face her, “what?” I question, making sure I heard her right. “I said I want you to meet my friends, my teammates. You’ve become so important to me y/n, and I love you so much, you’ve met my family and I’d love for you to meet my friends as well, I want you to be able to know people if you ever get the chance to come to one of my games or bring you as a date to a team night, you know how much Arsenal and the team means to me, I want the two most important things in my life to know each other” she says, whispering the last sentence. 
I grin up at her brightly, “god how are you real?” I question her.
“I don’t know to be honest I’m pretty unreal aren’t I” she smiles cockily.
I slap her arm and stand up so we’re face to face, I grab the back of her neck “come here idiot”. 
-
Leah’s pov:
“Baby calm down it’s okay” I reach for y/n’s thigh and rub gently to stop her shaking. 
“No babe because what if they hate me, fuck”
“Darling girl listen to me, they’re not going to hate you, I love you, and they will too, so let’s go in there and let me show off my sexy, smart, bossy girlfriend” I smile at her.
“Okay.” She says and takes a deep breath.
I lean forward and capture her lips in a reassuring kiss, “I love you y/n”.
“I love you too my love, I just want the people that mean most to you to like me, I don’t want to lose you” she responds and I simply kiss her again, this time a little harder, fuelled with passion at her words.
-
“Leah all we’re saying is to be careful” Keira says, I look around at my friends, Alex, Beth, Katie, Lia, and Keira all staring at me, huddled in a corner, trying to convince me to be careful with y/n. 
“You guys don’t know anything about it why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“We are happy for you mate we just want to make sure you’re being cautious” Alex responds.
“Leah things are different for us now, we just won the Euro’s, you don’t know what people’s intentions are with you”
“Oh for fucks same would you lot give it a rest, I’m telling you right now y/n is not a gold digger! That wouldn’t even make any sense” I storm off to find my girl, “what?” I hear them question behind me.
-
“Come on darling, we’re going” I slide me hand around y/n’s waist.
“Why baby? Is everything okay?” She looks at me concerned. 
“No, my friends are being stuck up assholes, I just want to leave” 
“Okay baby we can leave” I pull her by the waist to lead us out of the pub.
“Leah wait!” I hear Lia call out after me, the rest of the girls following her, “we’re sorry we just want to look out for you”
“No you lot are being entitled twats, you don’t even know what y/n does for a living” y/n turns to me confused.
“What are you all talking about?” She asks.
“Well darling, my dear friends here are accusing you of being a gold digger” y/n laughs to herself in amazement but quickly stops when she realises I’m being serious. 
“Oh you’re serious?” She questions and turns to my friends.
They all look down.
“Y/n is the CEO of a company dickheads, she doesn’t like to boast but she was in Forbes’ millionaire list, her family has run a business for decades which she’s now taken over, so if anyone should be accused of gold digging here it’d make most sense that it was me.” I say to the girls, whose faces have all suddenly turned apologetic.
“We’re sorry Leah” they all say amongst each other.
“No, it’s y/n you should be apologising to” 
“You’re right” Beth says, “we are so sorry y/n, we didn’t even make an effort to get to know you, fuck honestly we are so sorry, can we please start fresh?” They all nod in agreement.
“It’s okay girls honestly you were just looking out for her, but to make it up to me you’re all gonna have to buy me a drink” she winks.
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@y/n_y/ln
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A bunch of gold diggers
A/n: I loved this request! I hope I did it justice. If anyone has any feedback or anymore requests feel free to message, comment, or put in my asks! Hope you all enjoy :)
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