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okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭
maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)
and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵💫🤭
Stress Relief
Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.
Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation
A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3
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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence.
With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe.
Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.
She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please.
Always such a good girl.
And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.
Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed.
About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion.
Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you.
Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.
The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often.
For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted.
Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions.
She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.
As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples.
When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”
“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”
Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.
When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.
“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.
“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.
“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her.
When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.
“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.
Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.
“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”
When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak.
You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue.
“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily.
Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin.
“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”
You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.
Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple.
You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.
What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.
Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with.
One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.
You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you.
She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.
Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand.
“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.
“Please,” you mumbled.
“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.
“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”
She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.
“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night.
One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.
Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.
Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded.
Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper.
You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy.
You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.
That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”
“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”
You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically.
“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together.
That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest.
She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own.
She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower.
“Here’s a question for your soul: How many times can a broken thing break? And the Gods whispers: ‘let’s see, shall we.” - Nikita Gill
Who’s hotter - Timothee Chalamet or Tom Holland?
Tom Holland and it’s not even close!
Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.
If this had been a trans woman no one would have cared. It wouldn’t even have made the news. But since it did, I’d just like to say that prisons are dens of sexual violence and freedom demands their abolition
Moon Knight episode 2 + text posts
Theyre right and they should say it.
so the academy is reviewing whether or not to remove Will Smith’s award and here are some interesting tweets about that :)
FRESH // “Let’s Dance” Featurette
i love your writing! if you take requests could you do wandanat x reader soft smut but angsty in the beginning leading up to the smut, maybe mommy kinks involve? if not that’s completely okay!
We Still Worship this Love
Summary: You thought you had lost Wanda and Natasha forever. When they come back, you need them to prove to you they’re never leaving you ever again
Word Count: 6.5k words
Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x female!reader x Natasha Romanoff
Warning(s): hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, dom/sub undertones, brief mentions of throwing up, mommy kink, praise kink, some degradation kink, submissive reader, strap-on sex (reader receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), mommy kink x2 lol, lots of dirty talk, strap-on blowjob (reader giving), lots of nipple play, cockwarming, choking, double penetration, spanking, Wanda using her powers on you but in a sexy way, let hope god doesn’t exist because otherwise I’m never making it into heaven
A/N: you asked and you shall receive! I’m sorry it took me so long!! I got way too invested and just kept on writing lol hope you enjoy it. Also my psychiatrist confirmed the other day I have mommy issues so let’s celebrate with the dirtiest smut I’ve written so far
Gone. They were gone. And there was nothing you could do about it.
You walked out of the reunion room, completely ignoring Steve calling out after you. You felt so drained, so detached from reality and its cruel ways. Your mind kept replaying the last time you saw them, just a month ago, kissing them goodbye and whispering “good luck” as you hugged them. And suddenly they were gone.
Natasha and Wanda had gone off on a mission to infiltrate a secret organization that was apparently creating guns that affected enhanced people. Apparently, because S.H.I.E.L.D. had no idea if it was true or not, they needed the confirmation before they could proceed. So Natasha had been chosen, since she was a spy and knew how to infiltrate places without being seen or noticed. And Wanda would never let any of you go on a mission alone, so she had gone with the redhead. But of course, as stubborn as you were, they were twice as much. You tried again and again to go with them, even asking Fury to greenlight it, but neither of your girlfriends would let you go and get into unnecessary danger if they could avoid it.
If only you would have fought more to get them to let you go with them… God only knew what would’ve happened. Maybe they would still be alive, or maybe you would’ve died with them. It was better than living without them.
Just this morning, right after breakfast, you had gotten the news that the building they were in had blown away, killing everyone in it. Luckily there were no surrounding apartments or neighborhoods around. But still, they had not contacted the base since they've been reached out, and so they concluded both Natasha and Wanda had died in the explosion.
You felt like throwing up.
You made it to your bedroom with shaky legs, eyes so blurry you could barely see what was happening two feet in front of you. You sat down in bed sobbing, before getting up and running to the bathroom, the entire breakfast leaving your body in minutes. You sat in the bathroom, back against the wall, and stared into space, memories of the two of them filling your mind until you felt like you were drowning. The bitter taste on your tongue made you feel repulsive, but you reminisced on it, feeling like it was your only tie to the world. After hours sitting there, hearing people knocking on your bedroom floor and crying, you decided to get up, if only to have news about the organization. You wanted to tear them down until there was nothing left.
You walked over to the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and making yourself a sandwich if only because you wanted to regain some strength to keep investigating the accident. As you finished and were putting all the dishes in the dishwasher, one of the multiple tablets that were scattered around the entire building lit up, its screen fully red.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked, alarm washing over you and quickly taking over your grief.
“Someone has sneaked into the building, miss Y/L/N,” the AI said. “Shall I contact the authorities?”
“No,” you said. “Leave it to me,” you moved around the kitchen, eyes searching for a weapon. You grabbed the biggest knife you could find and walked out, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. the location of the intruder. You silently walked over to the other side of the building, where there was a small terrace that Tony commonly used to keep all the suits that needed to be repaired. Remembering what Natasha taught you about making little to no noise to keep the surprise factor on your side. You saw a shadow moving around, reaching out to introduce the password to open the glass door. You stood on the side, hidden from the figure, and waited until they'd walked in to jump on their back and hold the knife up to their neck.
“What the-”
“Drop your weapons!” You screamed, holding the knife firmly against the person’s neck. Before you could harm them, however, red mist surrounded you and you were positioned back on the ground, the knife leaving your fingers softly.
“Y/N,” someone said, walking over to you. The lights were soon turned on and you were standing in front of your two girlfriends, looking completely unharmed. You gasped for air, your hand going up to your mouth to cover it in utter surprise. You saw Wanda in front of you, eyebrows frowned in concern. “What’s wrong?” She asked, taking your hand out of your mouth to properly look at you. She dried the tears that had slowly begun to fall.
“What a warming welcome,” Natasha said, standing in front of Wanda. The easy smirk that was usually present in her face dropped when she saw you weren’t joking around. “Detka, what’s wrong?” She asked, voice soft as it never was with anyone else. She put her hand in your arm, trailing down until she got hold of your hand.
“You- you-” you sobbed, gasping for air. Wanda pulled you onto her, and Natasha quickly followed. Soon enough, you were wrapped in their arms, crying out in fear and panic and all the bottled up emotions you’ve felt this past day. You had missed them so much, and you were aware of it, but you truly didn’t understand how losing them permanently would have affected you until you were back in their arms.
“Baby, you’re scaring me,” Wanda said against your hair, leaving a small kiss there.
“Is she hurt?” Natasha asked, looking at the other woman over your head. Wanda’s eyes turned red, her magic caressing your entire body to find any discomfort. She stopped, shaking her head at Natasha.
“You died,” you said in a small voice, the warmth of Wanda’s magic always being able to calm you down. “They said-”
“Who said that?” Natasha asked, her fingers drawing patterns in your back.
Wanda, seeing you were incapable of forming proper sentences at the moment, put her hands on your cheeks, green eyes looking right into yours. “Can I?” She asked, and you didn’t need any more explanation. She wanted to see into your mind and look at the memories from that day, to understand why you were so distraught. You nodded, and the green was surrounded by tendrils of red. You felt the telltale feeling of Wanda inside your mind, and after a moment or two she pulled away, turning to Natasha to show her the reason behind your tears.
“I’m going to kill them,” Natasha said, anger clear in her voice. Had they only told the team so far, or had they notified Yelena and Clint? How must they be feeling? Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. simply assume they were dead without making sure they were actually gone? Something felt off about it. Wanda nodded, agreeing with her.
“Let’s get you to bed, malyshka,” Wanda said. You nodded, holding onto them like they were the air you needed to breathe in order to stay alive. In a way, they were.
The witch, still standing in front of you, put her hand on your forehead. You felt a warm feeling surrounding you, starting from where her fingers were resting on you. “Go to sleep, baby,” Natasha said behind you, wrapping her arms around you and catching you as you fell, eyes closed in comfort.
“Now we need to see what’s really going on,” Wanda said, watching with clear interest as you were cuddled in Natasha’s arms. As the redhead took you to your room, Wanda walked the other way, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to wake up the rest of the Avengers.
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You woke up, gasping for air. The calmness that had been accompanying you as you slept had suddenly left, getting you instantly in alert. You looked around your room, mind catching up with what had happened the day before.
“Wanda?” You called out, voice shaking. “Nat?” Silence greeted you. You got up from bed, chest raising and falling in a fast pace as you walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and being met with an empty room.
Had it all been a dream? Were they actually gone?
“Y/N,” Wanda called from the door. You turned to see your two girlfriends who were quickly walking over to you. “Hey, it’s okay.”
“We’re here,” Natasha said, kissing your forehead. You leaned into her touch, feeling as Wanda ran her hands through your hair to keep it away from your face.
“It wasn’t a dream,” Wanda whispered, making it clear she had been reading your mind. That was why they had made it into the room so fast. “I love you,” she kissed your ear, a delicate touch. Her breath hit you, and a chill ran down your body. You turned away from Natasha, looking at Wanda. There was so much you wanted to ask them, so much you needed to know, but most importantly, you had to know you weren’t dreaming.
You had to know they were actually with you.
“Show me,” you said, voice vulnerable. They knew how hard it was for you to show weakness, so in the rare moments you did, they knew it was important. Wanda was quick to react, never one to want to see or feel you suffer: she grabbed your face and kissed you, passionate and borderline obscene, nothing like the sweet kisses she always gave you, but it was exactly what you needed at the moment. They always knew what you needed.
“We would never leave you,” Natasha whispered and moved your hair out of the way, kissing your shoulder up to your neck. Her front was pressed against your back, and the warmth coming off of her was enough to calm you down.
“Never,” said Wanda once she pulled away from the kiss. Her lips were a darker shade of red than her normal red colour, and some saliva had been smuggled over them. You felt your heart beat faster at the thought of you marking her up the way Natasha was doing on your neck, even if it was in a less permanent way.
“What does our baby need?” Natasha asked against your neck, her left hand grabbing you hard by the hips. Wanda smirked, not needing to use her powers to know just what you were begging for. She could see it in your eyes, clear as day.
“She needs us,” she said, giving you a fake pout. “Don’t you, detka? You need your mommies?”
You moaned, the sound loud and resounding on your chest. You leaned against Natasha’s body, the pupils in your eyes blown away in pleasure and arousement. The black widow grabbed you by the neck, not putting any pressure on it, but it was enough for you to understand she was warning you. “Answer to Wanda, malyshka,” she told you, her voice sweet. She was always sweet at first, until you were begging her to give you some relief; she hated it when you rushed her.
“Yes,” you replied, opening your eyes to look into Wanda’s ones. She tilted her head to the side, and you were vaguely reminded of the times she did that movement during a battle, deciding in her mind what she should do next.
The two of them exchanged a short look before you saw Wanda smirking at Natasha. “Did you hear, Naty?” She said, grabbing the pyjama shirt they must had changed into while you slept and pulling it open, bottom flying over and hitting the floor, but the heartbeat sounding in your ears made it impossible for you to hear. Your upper body was naked. She smiled, warm hands following her stare as she touched your body. She was always so warm, you thought, the complete opposite to Natasha, but the two of them managed to make you shiver nonetheless. “Our baby needs us. What should we do?”
“Well,” Natasha’s hand left your neck to touch your breast, her fingers running over your nipple without applying any pressure on it. “It would be cruel if we did nothing to help our little girl, don’t you think?” Her lips touched your neck feather-like, and Wanda smirked at your reaction. You were so damn sensitive, it was almost adorable, and so damn hot.
“Yeah…” Wanda flicked her hand, moving you until you were laying on the bed, her magic making sure your body rested on the mattress softly.
“Stay still for a moment,” Natasha told you softly, and she walked to Wanda to give her a kiss. It was wet, and dirty, and you felt yourself getting even more aroused by it.
Wanda pulled away, red tendrils appearing and stopping your wandering hands. “No, baby. Didn’t you hear what mommy said?” She asked in a fake sweet tone. “She told you to stay still. Can you do that for us?” You nodded, and Wanda’s magic left your body, but you kept your hands where she had placed them.
“What a good girl we have,” Natasha said, kissing Wanda’s neck as she took off her shirt while the brunette unbuttoned her pants. “And all for ourselves.”
“Mm,” Wanda said, closing her eyes. You could tell she was getting impatient. “Why don’t you start with her, Nat?” She said, looking at you, smiling when she saw your hands were where she had left them. “She’s being so good, and she has missed us so much…”
“Have you, baby?” Natasha asked, crawling into bed over to you. You put your hands on her face, looking into her eyes. You kissed her lips softly, wanting her to know how thankful you were for her and Wanda for doing this. “Oh, you really have, uh?” She grabbed one of your nipples in her mouth, her teeth scratching the bubble of nerves lightly. You bucked your hips onto her body. Her lips traveled south, looking up only when she reached the hem of your pants before looking down again to begin removing them. You nodded as you felt the bed dip on the side, and moved to see Wanda kneeling on your left, her hands going to your face. Natasha removed your pants and underwear, wasting no time in beginning licking and sucking on your pussy. You moaned, eyes still looking at Wanda.
“Do you like what mommy is doing to you, detka?” She asked, kissing your cheek before grabbing one of your nipples in her mouth. When your only answer was a moan, she pulled away and slapped your hip, the message clear. Natasha kept eating you out, like the goddamn expert she was, and it was hard to breathe.
“Yes,” you said in a restrained voice. “So much, mommy.”
“Did you hear, Nat?” Wanda turned to look at Natasha, who had her head wrapped around your thighs as she made wonders with her tongue. By the lord, you would worship anything that mouth did to your body. “She’s liking what you’re doing so much,” she said in a mocking voice. Natasha looked up, her lips and part of her chin wet with your juices, and she locked eyes with you as she smirked. She blew cold air onto your pussy, two fingers twisting your clitoris. You threw your head back, almost slamming into the headboard had it not been for Wanda’s hands, and you came with a long scream.
“Damn,” Natasha said, not giving you time to recover before she was kissing your stomach and biting hard onto your nipple, earning another low moan from you. “Look at her, Wanda. She’s so sensitive.”
“Such a good girl,” Wanda said, giving Natasha a look. Whatever it was, the redhead understood immediately, getting up from the bed and leaving you only with Wanda. “So responsive…” the tip of her fingers ran over the reden area of your breast where Natasha had bit into. “Are you this responsive only for us, baby? Tell mommy.”
“Only for you, mommy,” you said, closing your eyes at the feeling of her fingers playing with your breasts.
“My, how lucky are we,” she said, looking over her shoulder to say something in Russian to Natasha. In other situations, you might have been able to catch a glimpse of what she was saying, but what Wanda was doing felt so good and it was helping you calm down from your high. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
You did as she asked without thinking, the feeling of rubber entering your mouth making you open your eyes. Wanda and Natasha had changed spots, and the redhead was completely naked and had a strap-on around her waist. As she forced the toy down your throat, Wanda, who was also naked, grabbed your hands and put them over the top of your head when you tried to slow down Natasha’s rhythm.
“No, baby, that won’t do,” said the brunette, caressing your thighs to give you some comfort. She was always like that, ordering you around but giving you soft touches to make you understand she was proud of how you were obeying. You could feel her multiple rings digging into your wrists, the metal cold against her warm skin. “Be a good girl and let mommy do whatever she wants with you,” as she spoke, her hand moved until she had her palm over your entire pussy. Coldness suddenly hit you and you realised she was using her magic to mess with your body temperature. Natasha’s hips moved forward, making the toy slide down your mouth and into your throat. You were once again thankful you had no gag reflex.
“Look at how good you take mommy’s dick, malyshka,” Natasha said, her hand grabbing onto your hair. Meanwhile, Wanda played with your clitoris before introducing two fingers inside. Her fingers were thin but oh so long, and they seemed to always hit the right places. You trashed around a little, the feeling of Wanda inside of you while Natasha fucked your mouth becoming too much to handle.
“No, no,” Wanda’s magic surrounded your body, holding you in place. “You’re going to take mommy’s finger like a good girl, do you hear me?”
“Maybe she’s not that good of a girl as we thought, Wanda,” Natasha said, her grip on your hair becoming a little more noticeable as she pushed the toy in and out of your mouth, all while Wanda fucked you with her fingers at a slow but deep pace. You looked up at her, eyes begging her to understand that you wanted to be a good girl for them. “You want to make us proud?” You tried to nod, but you couldn’t. You moaned against the toy, Wanda’s movement pushing you farther into Natasha.
“She does,” Wanda coed in a light voice, her fingers moving faster. “Then hold still all by yourself. You think you can do that, babygirl?” You nodded. “Can you do it by yourself, or do you need mommy’s magic to hold you?” You tried to nod again, fully aware that she was mocking you because you couldn’t give her a verbal answer. Wanda was cruel in that way, always pushing your limits but never crossing them, the fear of hurting you too big to even consider it despite how many times you’ve asked for it.
“Um, what do you think, Nat?” Wanda asked, looking over at the redhead as if she wasn’t fucking you like her life depended on it. “Think she can be good?”
Natasha looked down at you, and slowed her movements for an instant to look at you. “I think she can. But if you misbehave, we’ll have to punish you. You know that, right, baby?” You once again nodded.
Wanda pulled out her fingers, but before you had the chance to complain, Natasha was guiding you onto the other side, where the brunette was kneeling, strap-on around her waist. “Suck my cock like a good girl, baby,” you put your lips around the dildo, Wanda forcing you to swallow it all the way in a few times before setting you into a slower pace. Natasha settled between your legs, and moved them until they were wrapped around her waist.
“Look at Wanda, baby. Look at her while she fucks your throat,” Natasha said, pushing her dick inside of you. You trashed around, but you were firmly held down by red mist.
Wanda sighed, caressing your cheek with a disappointed look on her face. You hated when she looked at you like that. “You said you would be good, baby. I thought you were our good girl.”
“I am,” you tried to say against the toy in your mouth, eyes rolling back when Natasha’s hips met yours, her cock fully in, making you ache in such a way that you searched until you found the redhead’s back, holding and scratching on it as you came. The two of them stayed still, eyes analysing you.
“A good girl would be able to take some cock without coming,” Natasha whispered, biting your nipple again. She had always had a thing for them. Maybe you should get one of them pierced.
“Aw, Natasha,” said Wanda, smiling down at you. “But we know our babygirl can’t control herself. She’s such a needy baby when it comes to her mommies. Isn't that right?”
“Oh, believe me, darling, I know,” Natasha began moving again, your fingers still on her back, holding onto her.
“No, no, baby. You can take it without holding onto her,” Wanda said, pulling the dildo out of your mouth so she could move over to hold your hands down. She wrapped the other around your neck, pressing lightly, just the perfect amount to make you open your mouth a little wider to take in a breath. “Do you like what Natasha is doing?” She asked. You closed your eyes, trying to control your breath so you wouldn’t be choking for air. You could feel Natasha moving inside of you, a slow pace but so deep you gasped slightly every time she was fully inside. Her teeth were still around your nipple, no doubt about to draw blood, but it was okay because Wanda would cure you immediately if it were to happen. They would never hurt you, not to the point where it was unbearable, and you loved them so much for it, for the trust you knew you could give them.
“I like it. I-” you gasped when Wanda’s hand wrapped tighter around your neck. “I love it. Thank you, mommy,” you said, looking at Natasha, who smiled at you with your nipple still in her mouth, the look enough to make you come again.
“Aw, look at her. She’s such a mess,” Wanda said, watching as your hips moved, trying to get away from Natasha’s dick. “Don’t pull out yet, Nat. I want to see how much she can take.”
“Mm,” Natasha said, letting go of your nipple. “Not much I bet,” she ran her tongue all over it, fully aware of how sensitive you were there, especially after an orgasm. Wanda chuckled when she saw you move, holding you down by the throat as another orgasm hit you.
“You were right,” Wanda said, with a certain distaste in her voice. You were fully gasping for air, and once the brunette took notice of it she let go, fingers touching your neck as a form of apology. A few moments later, however, she slapped you on the face. “Can you warm mommy’s cock for a while?” She asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before she was getting up, the bed dipping, the movement making Natasha’s dick push further inside.
“Ah ah,” Natasha said, holding your hips down when you tried to move against her. “What did mommy just say, detka? Uh?” She pinched your clit, but her hand made it impossible for you to move.
“Sorry, mommy,” you murmured, looking her in the eye. You didn’t know where Wanda had gone, but you could guess it was to get something from the box you kept in the closet. She could easily get it with a hand movement, but she loved making you wait, especially while Natasha was buried deep inside of you. The redhead sighed in content, kissing the top of your breast before pulling all her weight on you, her dick sinking in even deeper. But you stayed still, the feeling making you see stars as you bit your lips. You were going to be good for them.
Natasha began lazily kissing your neck, eyes closed. “I could fall asleep like this. Being inside of you, so close to you…” she nuzzled your neck with her nose, and you ran your hand over her hair with affection, if only to distract yourself from the growing frustration. “You warm my cock so good, malyshka,” she whispered the praise in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. You could feel her erect nipples pressing against yours, but you remained completely still nonetheless.
“See? You look so pretty when you behave,” Wanda said, putting a hand on your head. You smiled a little, moving your neck so you could look at her properly. “This is how you should always be, baby. How are you liking it, warming mommy’s cock?” She asked. You could see she had put something on the nightstand, but your eyes were blurry with pleasure wanting to be released. Natasha’s breathing made her move slowly. You knew both of them wanted to continue with whatever they had planned next, but they wanted to see if you would actually follow their request to stay still.
“I love it. I want to warm your cocks all the time,” your words made the two of them groan, Natasha moving her hips and slamming hard into you. Wanda kissed your forehead, content with your reply. “Am I being good?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.
Natasha raised her head from your neck as Wanda smiled brightly, caressing your cheek. “You’re being so good, my love. The best baby we could ever ask for.”
“So, so good,” Natasha praised, moving her hips again, making you let out a noise.
“Nat,” Wanda said, catching the other woman’s attention. The brunette began playing with your nipple. “I think she’s been a good girl. She deserves to come all over mommy’s dick.”
“I think so too. She’s been so good keeping my dick all warm and ready,” you sighed in relief when you felt Natasha move against you.
You moaned, but Wanda shushed you, putting a hand on your mouth. “No, baby. Let Nat have her way with you without hearing your pathetic moans,” you nodded, moving your hand to grab Wanda’s dildo. She tilted her head. “Oh, my baby can’t have her mouth not filled by mommy’s cock? Are you that desperate?” You nodded, and Wanda wasted no time in putting the toy at the top of your mouth, forcing you to move so you could wrap your lips around it. Wanda smirked, pulling some strands of hair away from your face.
“Look at her,” Natasha said, still pulling in and out of you at a deep pace. “Looks so good with your dick in her mouth. Such a good girl,” she smiled, wrapping her hands around your throat in a similar way as Wanda had done before. “Our good girl, even when you misbehave,” she used the hand around your neck to force you down further on Wanda’s dick. Before you knew it, you were coming again.
“Pull out,” Wanda groaned as she pulled her dick out of your mouth, noticing how you were grinding onto Natasha’s dick as you came down from your height. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the brunette, but did as she said, watching as you began moving against the sheets.
“What did mommy tell you, darling?” Natasha asked, kissing your nipple. “Uh?” Both of them watched as you kept moving your hips. They had interrupted your orgasm, and you were turning red from frustration. “That she wanted you to be a good girl and let me have my way with you. You couldn’t listen to what mommy said?” She slapped you on the face, not enough to cause real damage but with the strength to turn your face to the side. “You said you would be a good girl.”
“I know,” you said. “I know. I’m so sorry.”
“Sit on mommy’s lap,” Natasha said, helping you sit up and move until you were resting on top of Wanda’s thighs. Had the situation been different, you would’ve had the decency to look coy at the mess you were making on her lap, but you also know how much Natasha loved when you made a mess. “Look at her and apologize.”
“I’m sorry, mommy,” you said, looking into Wanda’s eyes. You knew it had worked when the corner of her lip moved a little, indicating she wasn’t mad. However, you were also aware that she would still pretend to be. “I’m so sorry,” you kissed her lips, putting your hands on her cheeks and caressing them.
“Say it again. Louder this time,” Natasha said, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you closer to Wanda’s face, who at the moment looked more amused than angry.
“I’m sorry, mommy. It won’t happen again.”
Wanda chuckled, grabbing your chin. You sighed in relief when Natasha let go of your hair. “I highly doubt that, baby. But I still appreciate the sentiment,” she gave you a small kiss. “At least that way I know you really want to be our best girl.”
“I do,” you said, nodding enthusiastically.
“You do?” Natasha asked, resting her chin on your shoulder. You nodded, looking at her as best as you could. “Then go ride mommy’s dick to prove to her how good you are.”
Natasha gave you a small slap on the ass, an indication that she wanted you to move. You dropped your hands from Wanda’s cheeks, resting them in her shoulder instead, and you used that leverage to raise your hips. Wanda put her hands on your waist, helping you. She guided you until you were standing right over her dick, but remained still, looking at you, waiting for you to make the first move.
“Look at her,” Wanda said, looking away from you to make eye contact with Natasha. “Such a good girl. Waiting for me to fuck her,” the brunette smirked, letting go of your waist to point a crocked finger at the black widow. The two of them stood face to face, looking at each other and ignoring you. Natasha grabbed Wanda’s face and pulled her in, giving her a hard kiss. Once they pulled away, they turned to look at you.
Natasha smirked. “Did you like that, detka?” She asked. “Do you like watching your mommies kiss?”
“Yes,” you nodded, hands digging harder into Wanda’s shoulder. The gesture didn’t go missing to Wanda, who smirked and ran a hand through your back.
“You do?” The brunette asked, kissing along your breasts. “Go fuck yourself on mommy’s cock, baby. Show me how much you like it.”
You nodded, sinking into her dick with a moan. You threw your head back in pleasure. “You like riding mommy’s dick?” Natasha asked behind you, her hands guiding you up and down. You nodded, unable to answer.
“Natasha asked you a question, baby,” Wanda said, grabbing your hips and pulling you against her waist, her dick deep inside. “Are you not going to answer?” She murmured, pulling one of your nipples in her mouth. When you moaned instead of answering, she gave your thigh a small slap as a warning.
“I love it,” you managed to say, moving your hips up and down. “I love riding mommy.”
You felt Natasha chuckle against your neck as she helped you get up and down. “Don’t, Nat,” Wanda said, delicately moving the redhead’s hands away from your hips. “Let her do it all by herself.” You began moving again, this time by yourself. You sank into Wanda’s dick, feeling it hit that place inside of you that made your toes curl. “I said,” Wanda grabbed your hands, which were resting on her shoulders. “Ride me all by yourself, baby,” she put your hands behind your back, holding them there to ensure you wouldn’t move them. You moaned, the change of angle making you come.
“You look so pretty when you’re coming all over Wanda’s cock,” Natasha murmured against the side of your face. You whined when you tried to move your hands but were stopped by Wanda’s hold. “Do you want to come again?”
“I think she wants your dick, Nat,” Wanda said, moving you until you had no choice but to lay down against the brunette. “Am I wrong?” She murmured, moving your hair out of the way to kiss your neck. You set your head on Wanda’s shoulder, moving your hips to gain some friction, your hands still behind your back.
“You’re rarely wrong,” Natasha said, kissing your spine before pushing you even more into Wanda.
You moaned at the sensation. “I’m coming,” you said, your voice harsh.
“No, you’re not,” Wanda said. You could feel Natasha move to reach over to the nightstand, finally seeing what Wanda had brought with her. “You’re going to hold still and let Nat fuck your ass,” she said, moving you so she could look into your eyes. Her back was leaning against the headboard, and she looked so intimidating, telling you not to come, that you nodded, holding yourself back. “That’s a good girl,” she said, kissing your forehead.
“The best girl,” Natasha said. You felt the tip of her dick making her way into your ass, Wanda caressing your breasts to relax you. “Look at her, Wanda. Look how good she takes both of our dicks.”
“So good,” Wanda nodded, looking at your face to try and find some discomfort. If she thought you were feeling uneasy or hurt, she would tell Natasha to stop immediately. Once the redhead had pulled completely inside, Wanda moved your body until you were leaning against Natasha’s. “You like that, baby? Having both your mommies inside of you at the same time?”
You nodded, the feeling of Natasha and Wanda inside of you making you gasp. You moved your hips, grinding against Wanda’s, letting out a small whine as you came again. You tried to move your hands to hold onto them, but Wanda was still holding them down. “You look amazing like this,” Natasha praised, putting her hand on your waist to move you closer to her. You twiched on top of Wanda, the overstimulation making you come again.
“She does look fantastic,” Wanda agreed. “All ready for us to fuck until she’s begging us to stop.”
Natasha laughed, her hot breath hitting your neck. “She would never beg us to stop. She likes it way too much,” she grabbed your neck with her hand, holding onto it and using it to move you up and down, making the dicks enter you over and over at a fast pace. You could barely breathe, Natasha’s grip hard and firm. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You think you can come one last time for us, darling?” Wanda asked, her free hand moving to slap your clit. You moaned, nodding and hoping Natasha would take notice of your movements.
“I think she is,” the redhead said.
“Such a good girl,” Wanda murmured. She twisted one of your nipples, and you moaned, as you were coming once again.
“There we go,” Natasha said, her hand softening against your neck. “Good girl.”
Wanda smiled, her hand finally letting your hands go. They quickly moved over to her shoulders, finding some stability to hold onto. Wanda quickly wrapped her arms around your waist, letting you rest your tired body against her. Natasha pulled the cock out of you, making you whine. Wanda shushed you, kissing the side of your face. “That’s it, baby. You’ve been so good for us,” the redhead put her hand on your back to provide some comfort. You sighed in relief, feeling Natasha move around before she was laying kisses all over your face. Wanda moved you until you were laying on your back, pulling the dildo out delicately. You stopped her midway, moving your hips into her until you were coming again. “There we go. You’ve been so good,” she said, pulling out of you and moving to remove the strap-on.
Natasha laid beside you, moving you so you were resting your head on her chest. You were breathing heavily, body shaking from all the exercise you had just gone through. “How are you feeling, my love?” She asked, her voice raspy and low.
“Good,” you said. Wanda laid on your other side. She wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your back until you were giggling.
“My baby,” Wanda said, running a hand through your hair. “We’re here and we’re never leaving you, okay?”
“Okay,” you murmured against Natasha’s skin, your eyes dropping closed without you even noticing.
You fell asleep with a smile on your face, content that all the worry and sadness had left to be replaced by love for the two women who were currently holding you. As long as they were with you, you would be okay.
GREGORY EDDIE in ART TEACHER ABBOTT ELEMENTARY, 1.07
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Steve Rogers Hcs???
I decided to write some Steve hcs?? (once again idrk if i would call these hcs because its basically just my thoughts) so enjoy!!
warning: none
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***disclaimer for female readers: these hcs are directed at male/trans male readers.***
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Steve would be one of the most protective and caring boyfriends ever
Every morning he would remind you that you are loved and how he’s so lucky to have you in his life
He hates and i mean HATES when you get hurt, even if its nothing major. Sometimes you would have to hide your cuts or bruises bc he gets so upset
He loves calling you “angel” bc you’re his well…angel!
He is definitely an excellent cook even if he wouldn’t admit it
Steve loves watching movies. It’s his favorite thing to do. He would basically beg you to watch one with him every night
He finds it cute when you play with his hair when you’re bored
He loves it when you pout if you don’t get you want. He would keep on teasing you just to see you pout more
He would be great at taking care of you when you’re sick. Not to mention all of his attention would be on you. He wouldn’t care about anything else until you were better
I hope you liked reading my hcs? about Steve :) Also feel free to guve me suggestions on what i right! i can write just about anything
by Fe铁
What to do if you are facing eviction
Eviction protections are expiring across the United States and Canada right now, and millions of people are suddenly finding themselves facing eviction with a pandemic still raging and the start of winter just around the corner.
Not knowing where you’re going to live next month is an unbelievably scary position to be in, and there are a lot of people out there who are facing this for the first time in their lives. It’s okay to be scared. But it’s also important to start taking steps to deal with this as soon as you realize that might be at risk of eviction.
As someone who has worked in homelessness and housing advocacy my whole career, here’s what I recommend you do:
Do not leave your home. Many landlords count on their tenants not knowing or understanding their rights, and take advantage of that to try to illegally evict them without following proper procedure. I have seen landlords attempt some flagrantly illegal things during my time working with vulnerable people. Many landlords have been ignoring and violating eviction moratoriums during this pandemic. Don’t fall for it. There is a legal process that has to be followed to evict you, even if your name isn’t on the lease - your landlord cannot simply slip a note under your door ordering you out by the end of the week, no matter what they tell you. Do not leave your home until a judge orders you to do so. You may have a better shot in court than you think you do, and seeing the court process to the very end buys you valuable time to figure out your next move.
Get a lawyer. Many legal aid societies and law school legal clinics offer free legal assistance for people facing eviction. Having a lawyer can make an enormous difference - one study found that people without lawyers were evicted 65% of the time, compared to just 15% of people who had legal representation. Start calling and contacting legal aid services as soon as your landlord threatens or files eviction - these services often only do intake for new clients on certain days, so it’s a good idea to research these services ahead of time.
Understand your rights. The protections you have under the law depend on where you live - it’s critical that you take the time to educate yourself about what those protections are. Your area will likely have a Residential Tenancies Act, a Tenant Act, or something along those lines. Look online for information specific to your area. There may also be special protections and procedures in place because of the pandemic. If you live in NYC, for instance, you have a right to free legal counsel if you are facing eviction. Find out what protections you have in your area.
Contact resources in your area. Again, depending on where you live, there are different resources available. There may be a tenant support agency that can connect you to free legal resources directly. You might be eligible for unemployment benefits or emergency income. Your state or city might also have emergency funding or eviction prevention programs in place. NYC, for instance, offers “one shot deal” emergency grants that cover rental arrears for people who are facing eviction due to unexpected crises. You should also look at emergency housing options, community food banks, or other resources that can help you survive this situation. In many cities you can call 211 or 311 to learn more or about resources, or you can go online.
Attend your eviction hearing. Once you are given a date and time for your eviction hearing, it is critical that you attend. Even if you have not paid rent in several months and you think your case is hopeless, you absolutely must show up for this hearing. If you don’t attend, you will lose by default - if you attend, you may be successful in winning leniency, the opportunity to pay back rent with a payment plan and avoid eviction, or even just a few weeks’ extension on the eviction date so you have more time to come up with a plan. Attend your hearing.
Have a back-up plan. Even with legal aid resources on your side, you have to prepare for the possibility that you might not be able to fight your eviction. Buy yourself as much time as you can, and use that time to start researching possible options. Is there a cheaper room for rent that you can afford with your unemployment benefits? Do you know anyone you can stay with? Are there any housing non-profits in your area that can help? Do you have any leads on employment in the future? Explore your options, and remember that it’s okay to ask for help right now - people in your life can’t help you unless you tell them that you’re struggling.
Call your representatives. You are not the only person suffering as a result of expiring COVID protections - your elected officials need to know that letting these programs expire is having serious, dire consequences for real people that they represent. Call everyone. Call the office of your congressman, call your MP, call your state senator, your MLA, your local city counsellors. Tell your story, and make as much noise as you can. It doesn’t guarantee that anything will be done, of course, but it makes the problem harder for your elected officials to ignore.
Important Resources for Americans: LawHelp.org - website for learning more about local laws and finding free legal aid in your area JustShelter - a database of community resources available to people facing eviction (might not include all emergency pandemic programs) Eviction Moratorium Database - a database showing where evictions have been legally paused or restricted because of the pandemic National Evictions Database - a database where you can look up what the legal eviction process is supposed to look like in your state Tenant’s Union Resources - a website where you can find information for the tenant’s union or pro-tenant organizations in your area Legal Services - a federal non-profit that helps connect low-income households to legal resources for fighting eviction
Fannie Mae Renters Resource Finder - a database that will tell you if your rental unit is federally financed, and show you resources to fight eviction accordingly Freddie Mac Renters Resource Finder - another website to show you if your rental property is federally backed and connect you to resources
Eviction Lab - a website that outlines information about pandemic eviction moratoriums and restrictions currently in place in your state The National Housing Law Project - a comprehensive database of resources for people facing eviction or foreclosure Important Resources for Canadians: The Canada Mortgage and Housing Corporation - up-to-date information about eviction moratoriums in each province and territory Affordable Housing Programs Across Canada - information on affordable housing programs in each province and territory Western Law Eviction Information - a website outlining the eviction process in Ontario and what you need to do to fight it Community Legal Education Ontario - a website that shows the proper procedure for eviction in detail and outlines steps that can be taken to fight it Nova Scotia Legal Residential Tenancy Law Resources - detailed information about the eviction process in Nova Scotia and how to fight it Centre for Public Legal Education Alberta - resources and information for renters facing eviction in Alberta BC Housing - information and resources for tenants facing difficulties in British Columbia Saskatchewan Office of Residential Tenancies - information for tenants facing difficulties in Saskatchewan Tribunal Administratif du Logement - resources and information for tenants living in Quebec. Available in both English and French.
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𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖚
SPORTSCASTER ANNOUNCEMENT :
“the new york avengers are star filled team and have dominated the realm of baseball since the begging. today,, they have become the league’s mighiest team. with the best home run hitter like steve rogers, it’s hard not to win. let’s not forget the fastest man in baseball, pietro maximoff. maximoff can’t be caught, and with his speed and all of laufeyson’s stolen bases, it’s hard not to get cocky. “
“they have so truly spectacular pitchers too like clint barton and sam wilson. and we can’t forget thor odinson, the catcher that no ball can ever get past. oh, and no one can forget star player bucky barnes, he’s been running those bases since he was 19 along with rogers, they are two of best men in baseball. of course, barnes was originally on the rival team, the washington hydras but the avengers later bought him. what a big mistake, no wonder the rivalry has gotten so intense.”
“however, we got some rookies in this year, have you heard? peter parker was just recruited and signed onto the avengers. stark must have paid a pretty penny for him because parker has instincts like we’ve never seen before. joaquin torres also joined this year and last game, he caught a ball in the outfield, he jumps so high to get it, it almost looked like he was flying.”
“you know what we don’t talk about enough? the team we don’t really get to see. their trainers natasha romanoff and wanda maximoff, yes, i said maximoff as in pietro‘s twin sister. they are the only siblings in the game, thor and loki also share a love of baseball and their family. anyway, romanoff works these boys also as hard as coach fury. though, the real hero is the team medic, right? bruce banner keeps the boys well and without him, the team would be in shambles, or at least that’s what rogers said in his interview at last night’s game.”
𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
- 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 & 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗌 (coming soon)
steve rogers
— coming soon
bucky barnes
— coming soon
stucky
— coming soon
natasha romanoff
— coming soon
loki laufeyson
— coming soon
thor odinson
— coming soon
pietro maximoff
— coming soon
feel free to talk about any of the characters listed and the universe will grown as i develop the world. you can ask and send in concepts for any character in the baseball universe!
Friendly reminder, you don’t have to be skinny to be sexy.
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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
