#The don't fuck

[darkkryptonian]

Summary: Nat and Reader are childhood best friends. The reader likes Nat, Nat likes the reader, and they get into a relationship. Nat is way too innocent and the reader is ready to corrupt her.

A/N: No, you are not allowed either. Orgasm control, and stuff. So, get into it at your own risk.

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Natasha couldn't figure you out. You have been best friends since you were practically toddlers. 

Yet ever since you decided to go to the same university, there was a change in you.

You were the biggest tease. You had a way with your words that somehow made girls fall in bed with you. She has seen you doing stuff with girls that her innocent mind couldn't fathom and yet every time you possessively kept a hand on her waist whenever someone flirted with her, all she wanted to do was melt in your arms.

She was feeling exactly that right now. You had an arm possessively wrapped around her mid as you had pulled her on your lap mid-conversation. She knew it was because of the slight touch you had witnessed between her and the boy you didn't bother knowing the name of.

She shrieked a bit when you slightly picked her up to take her place and pulled her onto your lap immediately. You were her best friend, so after the initial surprise, she put her arms around your neck. You wanted to let the boy, who was now looking at the both of you with interest in his eyes know you were the only one who got to touch her. 

So, when you let your hand wander inside her top to caress her belly, she leaned closer into your touch and purred a little. She could see that the noise caused you to strengthen your grip on her and she took a deep shuddering breath.

“Natty?”

You asked with curiosity, and she looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers. You had a genuine look in your eyes, but she remembered all those girls you used to take to your room, and pulled away.

“I am not one of your toys.”

She said, shuddering and pulling away. You pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.

“Is that who you think you are to me?”

You said as you held her close. She looked into your eyes again, trying to find any signs of malice. But, all she could see was a genuine adoration.

“I am not ready.”

She replied and you took a deep breath, pulling your hand away from her skin.

“I know. I just want you to know that I am here and I am yours whenever you are. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“What about those other…”

“No one matters, but you.”

You said genuinely and all she could do was gravitate towards you as she hugged you tightly. You held her back just as tighter. You looked around and saw that a lot of people in the class were looking at you.

You softly pulled her into one more hug, before placing her gently beside you. For the remainder of the lecture, both your hands were entwined. 

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You always thought that you hadn't wooed Natasha enough before asking her to be your girlfriend. So, you tried to compensate for that by being extremely over the top. You gave her flowers every day, you took her out on insanely planned dates, and you made sure she knew how special she was every day.

So, when Natasha told you she was ready for your first kiss, you wanted it to be just as special. You picked her up from her place and drove her to this beautiful spot that overlooked the entire city. It was nothing too fancy. You set up a small picnic in your pickup and had a takeout. 

You both remembered the good, the bad, and the embarrassment from your childhood and by the end of the night, both of you had the biggest smiles on your face.

Natasha was now in your arms, covered by a blanket looking out to the city.

“Why did you sleep with all those girls?”

She asked you and held you closer when she felt you pulling away.

“I was… scared.”

“Scared?”

“I thought that I could never have you. I also didn't want to spoil your innocence. You are the best Natty, and you are my best friend. I was afraid that if we tried dating and it didn't work out, I would lose you.”

She moved in your arms to look at you. Your eyes were glistening.

“Hey, you are never going to lose me. Maybe, I'll be petty, and won't talk to you for a few days if we ever break up.”

She felt your grip tighten on her as she said that.

“But, I will always come back. Who else is supposed to make me the best Pasta salad in the entire world?”

You chuckled and looked at her.

“I will always make you Pasta salad.”

You both were now smiling ear to ear and she finally leaned in. You closed the remaining distance and placed your lips on hers. It started with a small peck and she pulled away, red and embarrassed.

“Can we do another?”

She asked and you replied with a nod as you finally took the lead and pulled her closer by her chin and swiped your tongue across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and you finally started exploring more.

You both pulled away when you ran out of breath and you pulled her onto your lap.

“That was amazing. Can we do one more?”

She asked and you finally let yourself get a bit carried off as you held her neck and pulled her closer to properly make out with her. You softly pulled the small hair on the nape of her neck, which made her moan and you were happy that everything you did had a positive response.

When she pulled away this time there was a darkness in her eyes. You could see her nipples now showing from her top and her legs were clenching to find some friction.

“Do you touch yourself?”

You asked her and she blushed furiously, shaking her head in a no.

“Is that a lie?”

“I… I sometimes let the shower head linger between my legs.”

“And why is that?”

“It makes me feel good. Especially after seeing you with one of those girls.”

“So, let me get this right, you were masturbating, thinking about the things I was doing to those girls?”

She was not looking at you now and you pulled her chin to make her look into your eyes.

“My sweet, innocent girl. I am going to corrupt you, baby.”

You admitted and she gulped before nodding.

“Anything you want.”

“Good girl.”

That praise shot a wave of pain and pleasure right to her core and she whined.

“You need to stop those noises, Princess. Otherwise, I will have to take you right here, right now.”

That caused a shudder and she pulled you closer.

“I heard…”

She started but stopped.

“What is it, Princess?”

You knew what you were doing, and you were enjoying the reactions she had to everything you said.

“I heard Wanda call you Daddy… In the class.”

You remembered that quite well. You had fingered her while conversing with Natasha. You might have been a bit too harsh and she had asked you to, please stop, Daddy, as you had kept going even after she had four orgasms.

“Yes, she did.”

You replied casually.

“Why is that?”

“Well, I can be a bit demanding, and dominating while fucking. That can make people call me Daddy.”

“Can I?”

You smirked and repositioned her on your lap so that she was straddling you.

“You can call me whatever you want and yes, I will love it if you call me Daddy.”

She leaned in closer to kiss you once more.

“I love you, Daddy.”

You growled a bit at that and placed a firm hand on her waist to pull her close. You could feel her trying to grind on your lap, chasing a release.

“I love you too, Princess.”

She was trying to find friction when you stopped her.

“You are not ready for that yet.”

You said firmly and she stopped right away.

“But it feels…”

She stopped mid-sentence.

“What?”

“Wet, and icky.”

“I have some wipes in the truck, go get them.”

You commanded and she hopped off to get to the driver's side. She found wipes in the dash and brought them to you.

“Clean up.”

You said and she leaned against your chest, opening her legs a bit. You gave her one of the wipes and looked at her intently as she slightly pulled up her dress and her hand disappeared.

She hissed at the cold sensation of the wipe against her pussy, but she also felt extremely turned on at the thought of you looking at her as she touched herself.

“Stop. That's enough.”

You said as you realized she was trying to pleasure herself. She whined loudly.

“But, Daddy…”

“No. You are not ready yet. Come on, I'll drop you home.”

She looked at you to see if there was any crack in your voice. But, you were firm and you hopped off the truck, helping her too. You opened the passenger seat door, putting her seatbelt on.

“You look beautiful, Princess. Disheveled, thoroughly turned on.”

You said as you placed a small peck before getting to the driver's end. While driving you realized she was moving a bit.

“Stop clenching your thighs. I am not going to let you cum.”

“Please, Daddy.”

Your resolve almost broke right then.

“No.”

She huffed and whined, before creating a distance between her legs. After a few minutes, you were parked outside her place. None of you moving.

“Give me your panties.”

You said and she looked at you as if you were joking. But you had your hand in front of her looking at her intently.

She pulled up her dress and hooked her fingers in the waistband before pulling her panties down and placing them in your hand.

“Souvenir. To remember this day by.”

You said, placing them in your pocket, and she shuddered, knowing that you had the entire control of this relationship. You hopped out of your seat to open her door and unbuckle her seatbelt. You helped her off of the truck.

“Now go home and remember, no cumming.”

You whispered in her ear before pulling her by the waist and kissing her passionately. You pulled away after a bit and bid her a goodbye. You saw as she disappeared nto her home and smiled at the thought of what you had planned for the innocent girl.

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[profeminist]

"The Don't Say Gay Law has been cut down to size in more ways than this.

- LGBTQ+ students and staff may now be protected by anti-bullying and anti-discrimination measures

- Libraries are free to restock LGBTQ+ books

- LGBTQ+ topics may be discussed freely

GO CRY IN A CORNER RON

Florida teachers can discuss sexual orientation and gender ID under ‘Don’t Say Gay’ bill settlement

[memendoemori]

Good morning everybody

[lastoneout]

I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.

[peggycatrerr]

today on the train home the guy next to me was on his phone and at one point i saw him go on tumblr and he just had like. a normie dash. like it was all photography. of nature and architecture. he was using tumblr the way a heterosexual landscaper for rich people might use instagram. i actually had to watch his screen for a few seconds to be sure it really was tumblr because i was so taken aback by the content he was viewing. this is why algorithmless websites are so beautiful btw because i genuinely didn't know that this side of tumblr even existed. he didn't even so much as scroll past any text posts.

EDIT: look i'm not going to turn off reblogs but i cannot stress enough that THIS WASN'T A HIPSTER BLOG DASH IT WASN'T AN AESTHETIC BLOG DASH IT WAS THE MOST WILDLY GENERIC COLLECTION OF IMAGES YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING OR BEING A QUIRKY FANDOM TUMBLRINA WHEN I SAY "NORMIE" I GENUINELY MEAN "SO NORMAL THAT IT CIRCLES AROUND TO WEIRD". CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? HELLO?

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[nouverx]

"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[tomi4i]

[liquidstar]

Yes, Greece still exists, we didn't all die 2000 years ago. Yes, people speak Greek. You people are so fucking stupid for real. So many of you claim to love ancient shit but can't even acknowledge the actual living culture of the people whose mythology and classics you romanticize. You keep leaving annoying comments about how you just forget Greek people still exist, thinking you're being quirky because you love ancient stuff soooo much that you forgot about the people it came from. You think about it so little you don't even realize that an actual Greek person has to read this shit, making it clear how little you actually care about the culture beyond the romanticized (and westernized) mythology. Don't claim you love Greece, don't use our mythology anymore if you can't acknowledge that we're still around without making it about how little you think about us. It's mind boggling that you'd think a Greek person would read this and think you're anything but obnoxious. Explode.

[gayshitanddadjokes]

What the fuck is this??????????

Folks: you CANNOT censor trigger tags. When you block a tag, it doesn't block other "spellings" of it. Writing it as "r@pe" or "r4p3" means that someone who has "tw rape" as a blocked tag will still see that post because you didn't wanna say the word rape. You are hurting people. Do not censor words, because people do not have those filtered out.

And honestly if you can't even write the word rape to protect other people then you probably aren't old/mature enough to discuss the topic.

[corvigae]

I keep having to tear down extremely predatory/misleading Scien.tology flyers in my school's art building. This is the third fucking time I've ripped the fuckers up and I'm getting Real Fucking Tired of it.

[condensed-ink]

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[renthony]

Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.

People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"

Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.

I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.