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Natasha romanoff links pls, make her a boob person too please

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✰ Nat wanting everyone in the compound to hear you.

✰ Making out with Nat as she plays with your tits

✰ Riding Natasha's fingers.

✰ Giving Nat your fingers to destress after a mission.

✰ Natasha fucking you with her strap.

✰ Natasha eating you out after not seeing you for a week.

✰ Nat playing with your tits while she rides you.

✰ Rubbing your pussies together.

✰ Eye contact with Nat.

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Scarlet Heat

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

The air crackled with electricity as Wanda Maximoff stood before you, her piercing gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The dimly lit room was bathed in a crimson glow, her magic humming in the air between you like an unspoken promise.

“You keep looking at me like that,” Wanda murmured, stepping closer, “and I might start thinking you want something.”

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you leaned back against the wall, tilting your chin up in defiance. “Maybe I do.”

A smirk ghosted over her lips, and before you could process the movement, her fingers were at your jaw, tilting your face just enough for her to study you like you were a puzzle she was piecing together. The heat of her touch sent a flush down your neck, anticipation coiling low in your stomach.

“You’re dangerous,” she mused, her voice a sultry whisper. “Playing with fire.”

“I like the burn.”

Her eyes darkened at your words, and then her magic flared. Red tendrils curled around your wrists, holding you in place, not with force, but with something more teasing—like she wanted to see if you’d fight, if you’d beg.

“Let’s see just how much you like it,” she whispered against your lips before finally closing the distance.

Her kiss was slow, intoxicating, her lips moving against yours with practiced precision, as if she wanted to unravel you one deliberate touch at a time. Her fingers skimmed down your sides, nails dragging just enough to make you arch into her, chasing the press of her body.

The magic at your wrists tightened, a silent reminder that she was in control. That she could make you wait, make you ache, make you beg if she wanted. And gods, you wanted.

“Tell me,” Wanda purred, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, “how much do you like the burn now?”

Your answer came in a breathless moan, and her satisfied hum sent another wave of heat rushing through you. You were lost in her, in the fire of her touch, in the way she set you ablaze with nothing but a whisper and a promise of more.

And oh, there would be more.

Wanda’s lips trailed along your jawline, slow and teasing, as her magic tightened around your wrists, keeping you exactly where she wanted. The red tendrils pulsed with warmth, a reflection of the fire simmering between you.

“You’re so responsive,” she murmured against your skin, her breath sending a shiver down your spine. “I could play with you all night.”

A soft gasp escaped your lips as her hands skimmed down your sides, fingers pressing just enough to make you arch into her. She chuckled at your reaction, her amusement laced with something darker—something knowing.

“Wanda,” you breathed, her name a plea on your lips.

She hummed, pleased, as her lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear. “I love the way you say my name,” she mused, dragging her nails down your back. “Say it again.”

You did, but it came out in a gasp as her hands moved lower, pulling you flush against her. The heat between you was unbearable, every touch sparking something deep in your core. Wanda was deliberate, making sure you felt every brush of her fingers, every ghost of her lips.

Her magic kept you in place, but not to restrain you—no, this was something else. This was control. This was Wanda reminding you that she could take her time, that she could keep you on the edge until you were begging for more.

And you were close—so close to breaking, to pleading for her to give in.

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her green eyes dark with desire. “Are you ready to beg for me yet?”

Your breath was ragged, your body on fire, and still, you managed to smirk. “Make me.”

Wanda grinned, and with a flick of her fingers, her magic tightened once more. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “You have no idea what you’ve just asked for.”

And as her hands roamed lower, as her magic bound you tighter, you knew you were in for a very long, very pleasurable night.

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Red Silk and Russian Whiskey

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

The first time you saw Natasha Romanoff, she was draped in red silk, leaning against the bar like she owned the place. You had heard of her—whispers of the Black Widow, a ghost wrapped in beauty and danger. But none of those rumors prepared you for the way her green eyes burned straight through you.

She watched you over the rim of her glass, lips curling into something sinful as she took a slow sip of Russian whiskey.

"You’ve been staring," she mused, voice smooth as velvet.

You swallowed, refusing to be intimidated. "Hard not to."

Her smirk deepened. She set the glass down, closing the space between you with a slow, deliberate prowl.

"And what is it you see?"

You didn’t dare break eye contact.

"A woman who likes to be chased, but never caught."

Her breath hitched just slightly—a crack in her impenetrable armor—but then she tilted her head, lips dangerously close to your ear. "Maybe I just like to see who’s brave enough to try."

Your pulse pounded. "And if I catch you?"

Natasha’s fingers trailed along your wrist, featherlight, enough to make you shiver. "Then I suppose I’d have to let you have me."

Heat pooled in your stomach, but before you could answer, she pulled away just as effortlessly as she had drawn you in. "Careful, котёнок," she teased, her Russian accent thickening just enough to make your knees weak. "I play for keeps."

You watched as she disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind only the scent of her perfume and the lingering taste of temptation. But you weren’t going to let her slip away so easily.

Not when you were ready to play, too.

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The bar encounter

Tanya denali x Fem!reader

The first time Tanya Denali saw Emma, she smelled her before anything else—warmth, spice, something utterly human yet intoxicatingly unique. The mortal woman had no idea what she was doing to her, sitting at the corner of the bar in town, sipping whiskey with her lips stained red from the bite of it.

Tanya had lived centuries, had lovers who whispered her name in the dark, but none had made her pulse race like this slip of a woman with wind-tousled hair and tired eyes. It was dangerous, wanting her. But Tanya had never been one to resist temptation.

"You’ve been watching me all night," Emma mused, her voice smooth but edged with challenge as Tanya slid into the seat beside her.

"Can you blame me?" Tanya’s smirk was all slow, lazy confidence, her fingers brushing the rim of Emma’s glass.

Emma chuckled, tilting her head, exposing the tantalizing line of her throat. "You’re not exactly subtle."

Tanya leaned in, her breath cool against Emma’s skin. "Neither are you." She could hear Emma’s heart stutter, could see the way her pupils dilated. She could break her so easily—tear into her softness, ruin her.

But that wasn’t what she wanted.

Emma’s fingers curled around Tanya’s wrist, testing, teasing. "And what exactly do you think I want?"

Tanya let her lips ghost over Emma’s pulse, reveling in the way the woman shivered. "Why don’t you tell me?"

Instead of answering, Emma stood, tugging Tanya with her, leading her out into the cold night. The air was sharp, but Tanya didn’t feel it—not when Emma turned, pressed her against the side of her truck, and kissed her like she’d been dying for it.

Tanya growled low, hands gripping Emma’s hips, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. The taste of whiskey was rich on Emma’s tongue, and Tanya devoured it, devoured her, letting herself indulge in the heat and softness she so rarely allowed herself.

Emma pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, "You're cold."

"Then warm me up."

And when Emma grinned, eyes dark with promise, Tanya knew she was in trouble. The delicious kind.

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yall don’t understand how much pain this one video has caused me

(will i most definitely continue to watch it for hours on end to make myself feel more pain)

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Brownie Cake

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DEATH

Death, death has always intrigued me Not because I'm suicidal but because I'm fascinated Fascinated with the idea that we don't really know what happens to us in life after our deaths

But we still swear up and down that we'll find peace

Peace from all our sins and our past mistakes

Peace as well as freedom

I believe that, that after I'm gone I'll find freedom

Freedom from the outside world's expectations

Expectations on how I should live my life, and who I should live it with Away from those who believe just because I find love in women I am in the wrong Those who believe just because I don't identify with the gender I was born nor the opposite, I am mentally ill Someplace peaceful, joyous, amazing Someplace that will bring a smile to my face as I bask in a life with no expectations Death has always intrigued me and no I don't want to die, but when the time comes I will welcome it with open arms