Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requestedby @ballerinafairyprincess) WordCount: 2.1k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.] Author’sNote: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx
You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.
“You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.
“Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.
“Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”
“I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”
I’m seeing a lot of young transgender or non-binary people out there freaking out or going completely silent and removing all their info from their bios in light of the recent news in America. And I get that, I really, truly do.
But I also want you guys to know that it’s safe to come talk to me if you’re feeling pressured or scared or angry or whatever you’re feeling. If you’re comfortable with talking to me, go for it. :)
Secondly, if you’ve spoken to me about your gender for whatever reason, and are feeling scared about someone else finding out or you being being outed for any reason, please know that I will never reveal anything we have spoken about, anything you have sent to me or asked me about (as an anon or not) to anyone. What we discuss is private, and unless you give me permission to respond publicly or speak about it to others, it will stay between us. Always.
It says a lot about the fandom’s priorities where the biggest f/f ship is judged harshly and treated like the shipping version of Hester Prynne, but the two largest ships supported by fujoshis doesn’t get the same amount of scrutiny and treatment.
something that speaks to the loneliness and self-deprecation intrinsic to bi women’s lives is that we understand our position in relation to straight men, we despise straight men for brutalizing us, and we know that our dynamic with straight men/attraction to men in general is extremely complex, whereas straight women don’t have this same view of and understanding of their relation and attraction to men
If Ketch's new orders are to eliminate the Americans hunters, then she's going to have to kill Mary, and they have a thing even if they say they don't have a thing, Ketch it's, actually, the one who looked like he knew about the thing but was too insecure or oblivious about it to tell her anything. It'd be... i DONT know, if that's the case I hope Mary kills him before
I’m not really sure I understand what you mean there, but yes, I do agree that Ketch and Mary are having very different reactions to their (unforeseen) night of fun. I think that episode revealed a lot about who Ketch is and what he wants, but, since this is Buckleming, I’m not sure it was intentional, and how seriously should we take it. For instance, we now know with some certainty that Ketch is colour-blind, in a sense - that when we’ve seen him being rude to women, it wasn’t about them being women, per se - Ketch seems to operate in a world where the only people worthy of respect are those who do his job, and do it well. And, even more unusual, he doesn’t seem to mind if someone - even an outsider like Mary - is better than him. When she corrects him in front of Mick, who, after all, is supposed to be his boss, telling him they’ve killed eight shape-shifters, and not seven, Ketch is not annoyed in the least. Instead, he’s admirative. Considering he’s an alpha male who kills and tortures people for a living, this tells us a great deal about how his mind works.
(Mary’s attitude in that scene tells us a lot about her as well - here she is, the failed daughter, the failed wife and the failed mother, doing the only thing she knows how to do and doing it whit a proud smile on her face. I’d say there is a parallel with Dean in there somewhere, Daddy’s blunt instrument and all that, but I’m not sure it’d be appropriate - after all, we know Dean wants out, in some way; that he doesn’t want to be that person, never has. Mary, on the other hand - despite her insistence in pointing out she can ‘have it all’ is not, in fact, having it all. Whatever she says, she’s deliberately chosen hunting and killing over her sons, and she’s having a whale of a time. This is not a moral judgement: I’m simply trying to understand the character.)
Like - when Ketch was talking to Dean, he never showed his hand at all, in a way. But when Mary told him she once left hunting behind because she wanted a normal life, David does an excellent job to convey what would be pity on someone else’s face and is, instead, a kind of half empathy on Ketch’s. I have this feeling that while he was trying to make Dean his (if not sexually, than professionally, even if the subtext supported both readings), here Ketch is acknowledging he himself belongs to Mary. In that whole scene, he behaves like a subordinate - flattering without being unctuous, polite without being distant. And when he says out right that he understands and respects her unusual and ‘unwomanly’ choices (“Mrs Winchester, I believe you’re drawn to danger.”) - I believe that’s when something inside Mary woke up and decided that, after all, why not? They’re adults, and they’ve got a room, and look at this gorgeous man. In a way, he is to Mary what Crowley was to Dean - a bad influence, sure, but also genuinely attached to her within the limits of his capability to feel anything, and also non judgemental in any way and completely hers.
(In fact, I can see Drowley beginning in very much the same way during that ‘summer of love’ Dean and Crowley shared: I have no problem whatsoever in seeing this exact scene play out - Crowley offering Dean a drink in this same amused, friendly, slightly subservient way, and Dean suddenly ignoring the glass and catching Crowley’s tie in his hand instead; and pulling.)
The thing with men, though, is that - and it could be cultural, or biological - I really don’t know - very often they assume sex will change things. Since sex enpowers them but sullies you, you sometimes meet this power shifting attitude - as the old movies told us in greatest detail, women have control over men as long as they don’t sleep with them; but once the deed is done, the thing is reversed, because, as I said, sex makes men stronger and women weaker.
(Exposed to the dangers of gossip and pregnancy, that is; cheaper and dirty now their virginity is gone.)
As idiotic as this concept is, it somehow persists and lasts, and I think you could see it unfolding in this last episode as well: how Ketch’s careful politeness changes to a sort of cockiness - look at him, sitting up against the headboard, completely naked, his legs open, his penis (still this ever-important sign of masculinity and power and all things sacred) in full display. Contrast him with Mary, already dressing, as if hiding her own nudity, and slowly putting her wedding ring back on like some sinful adulteress. But next, and, okay, for once they wrote an interesting thing, the relationship between them is reversed. Ketch tries to be dominant and mark some kind of point, and Mary shoots him down every time. Having sex was her decision, not his; she’s now deciding it doesn’t mean anything, and he doesn’t have any say in that; and when Ketch confesses, with some regret, that he’s okay with it because he’s not ‘built’ for that and he’s not, in fact, capable to care for other people, just like her, Mary’s almost needlessly petty in pointing out that, again, he’s wrong, because she can, and she did - with someone else, that is, and certainly not him. At that point - and, again, I like how David played this, because he tried to cover himself at first, closing his arms across his chest, but then he sort of - manned up, so to say, and got all alpha again, choosing to remain there stark naked despite Mary’s word and even playing a card he knew would upset her: “I notice you took my advice. You had a choice to make - your work or family ties…”. Ketch doesn’t finish his sentence, but he doesn’t have to. Mary may be a strong woman, and also an unusual one, but she knows her relationship with her sons is far from perfect, and also that she’s a big part of the reason why. Hearing Ketch pointing it out - yeah, that must have smarted a bit - and, again, instead of being a ‘good’ woman and take the criticism, Mary lashes out and defends herself. And this is when Ketch finally takes a step back, because this is the kind of people he’s been trained (or trained himself) to respect: a bigger alpha.
So, really, I don’t know how to read this whole thing. I think it’s a big character shift for Ketch and almost invalidates the idea he’s a psychopath, but, then again, psychopaths are hard to write, so there’s that as well. I still don’t know what to make of Mary, and if I like her as a person (I do like her as a character, though - good choices all around). And, finally, I can’t help but feel that, if you took their relationship and that entire dialogue and gender-bended it, well, here you go - Buckleming did manage to insert their usual bit of dubcon, and yay, because look at it - Mary’s clearly superior to Ketch in most ways (professionally and, very clearly, emotionally), so if this was Mark Winchester seducing wide-eyed, damaged and vulnerable assassin Ms Ketch, who calls him Mr Winchester and hopes sex will lead to something more even if, sadly, she’s not sure she can ever love anyone - yep. They never disappoint, do they?
Sooooo I have a v important question. I have always assumed I was a straight female. I am attracted to dudes and everything but like when dudes flirt with me online I'm always "gross" and like this female flirted with me online today and we swapped ~pictures~ which I don't normally do but I was all blushy and happy and junk. Does this mean ~things~ because I dunno.
((OOC: I mean, an important thing to remember is that sexuality is one of the least stable aspects of humanity. Everyone is on a spectrum, and constantly shifting and changing. This could absolutely mean ~things~, as you say. Or it could be nothing. Who knows? You, probably. Better than I do, at least. My sexual preference has always wavered all over the scale, resting somewhere along the point of “Eeeeehhhhhhhhh I like who I like and am not too bothered by it?”
It’s absolutely a big, cool, important thing to discover in yourself. And I am so excited for you that you have a wee jaunt to take around the inside of your own body to start recognizing the way different people and things make you feel!))
Well, I don’t know about all men, but for me, Honesty and loyalty are non-negociable, then:
1- Deen, and by that I mean piety and righteousness, Not the regular obligatory and nafl Ibādāt (acts of worship), those are kind of non-negociable.
2- Delicacy and tenderness.
3- Culture, awareness and sophistication.
4- Intelligence and reliability.
But the bottom line is, The luckiest man is the one who has a woman that appreciates him, covers his shortcomings and never let him feel he’s not good enough. Even if he is.
It’s those reflective days between Christmas and New Years, and it’s time to write some weird sex stuff because what else do I do in my spare time let’s be real. No but really, Nico actually discovering himself and more about his sexuality is oddly super important to me, and that’s basically it plus Will being an awesome supportive boyfriend. Just remember kids, it’s all about good decisions.
But in Nico’s mind he was first and foremost a wild creature of some sort—an animal, a silent hunter, a stalker of prey in a darkened forest. Perhaps he was more akin to the screech-owls that haunted his father’s throne room than to other demigods, dark and hollow-boned and able to fade quick and fast into shadow and night, striking prey and fear with equal flap of wing. And then there was Will Solace. Will Solace who was like a lanky tomcat sunbathing at a window, stretching and rumbling with contented purrs, who radiated sunlight and warmth and was distinctly and utterly male in a way that could make Nico’s head whirl and do silly things to his stomach.
is this real? are you really saying trans men weren’t raised as girls? are you really saying society’s constant constant CONSTANT misogyny had zero effect on trans men because they “knew they weren’t women”? what about the trans men who didn’t know they were men from the second they could talk? what about the ones who only figured it out in their adult years and therefore were, actually, socialized as women? (wow incredible right)
Think on an older teen damian ends up being asked out a lot and dating some people his age. Eventually someone sends him a nude pic. He researches and finds that a proper response to this courting ritual is to send one of his own back. So he does. And then there's just radio silence from the other end. He starts wondering if maybe there's something WRONG with him. Maybe he's somehow deformed? He gets really sullen and reckless on patrol and winds up benched. But goes out patrolling anyway (ofc).
Dick tries his hardest to get Damian to open up but it’s not like Damian can talk to Grayson about sexting. That’d be intensely awkward. Besides what would Grayson know about being turned down? Men and women seem to flock to his side. It’s embarrassing, really. Bruce and Tim also ask (well, Bruce gives awkward talks about hormones and Tim keeps a much closer eye on Damian, which is their version of asking what’s bothering him)
But it’s actually Jason who ends up dragging the whole sordid story to late. He shows up at Damian’s door with alcohol, stokes Damian’s competitive spirit a bit, all but challenging Damian to a drinking contest. Given that Damian’s tolerance is half what Jason’s is, it’s not long before he spills everything. When Jason gets his hands on the pics immediately starts laughing so hard he’s wheezing. Damian shifts, irritable, and slurs that he doesn’t think he looks all that different from father.
Which makes Jason laugh even harder. “That’s the problem,” he manages between barks of laughter, “You inherited the whole PACKAGE.” Damian frowns and demands that Todd start making sense. Once Jason’s laughter starts to subside, he takes pity on Damian, informing him that “Some poor girl probably took one look at your enormous dong and ran for the hills. No way that’s gonna fit inside someone without considerable experience under their belt.” Damian blushes all the way to his hairline and threatens Todd with gruesome payback should he ever reveal this information to someone else.
Jason never tells but the sheer number of winks and innuendos and puns (oh god the puns) that follow him through the years are somehow much worse than any dispersal of the information would’ve been (Damian could probably have more effectively terrified people not Jason into not talking about it…or punning about it). Also, there’s no doubt in Damian’s mind that Grayson caught on within a year. He speaks the language of puns quite fluently, after all.
OH MY GOD LMFAO. POOR DAMIAN. Omg I’m laughing WAY TOO MUCH over “inherited the whole PACKAGE” like jaSON NO OMFG, hahaha. Makes me wonder if Jason’s speaking from experience re: “no way that’s gonna fit inside someone without considerable experience under their belt” wink wonk ;)))
Also DYING at “Bruce and Tim also ask (well, Bruce gives awkward talks about hormones and Tim keeps a much closer eye on Damian, which is their version of asking what’s bothering him)” LMFAO TIM oh my GOD. Ofc his way of showing his concern is stalking, lmfao. TIM NO.
Dear White Gays: Stop Stealing Black Female Culture.
You are not a black woman, and you do not get to claim either blackness or womanhood. There is a clear line between appreciation and appropriation.
I need some of you to cut it the hell out. Maybe, for some of you, it’s a presumed mutual appreciation for Beyoncé and weaves that has you thinking that I’m going to be amused by you approaching me in your best “Shanequa from around the way” voice. I don’t know. What I do know is that I don’t care how well you can quote Madea, who told you that your booty was getting bigger than hers, how cute you think it is to call yourself a strong black woman, who taught you to twerk, how funny you think it is to call yourself Quita or Keisha or for which black male you’ve been bottoming — you are not a black woman, and you do not get to claim either blackness or womanhood. It is not yours. It is not for you.
Black people can’t have anything. Any of these things include, but aren’t limited to: a general sense of physical safety, comfort with law enforcement, adequate funding and appreciation for black spaces like schools and neighborhoods, appropriate venues for our voices to be heard about criticism of issues without our race going on trial because of it, and solid voting rights (cc: Chris McDaniel).
And then, when you thought this pillaging couldn’t get any worse, extracurricular black activities get snatched up, too: our music, our dances, our slang, our clothing, our hairstyles. All of these things are rounded up, whitewashed and repackaged for your consumption. But here’s the shade — the non-black people who get to enjoy all of the fun things about blackness will never have to experience the ugliness of the black experience, systemic racism and the dangers of simply living while black. Though I suppose there’s some thrill in this “rolling with the homies” philosophy some adopt, white people are not racially oppressed in the United States of America.
White people are not racially oppressed in the United States of America.
White people are not racially oppressed in the United States of America.
Nothing about whiteness will get a white person in trouble the way blackness can get a black person shot down in his tracks. These are just facts. It’s not entirely the fault of white people. It’s not as if you can help being born white in America, any more than I can help being born black in America.
The truth is that America is a country that operates on systems of racism in which we all participate, whether consciously or unconsciously, to our benefit or to our detriment, and that system allows white people to succeed. This system also creates barriers so that minorities, such as black people, have a much harder time being able to do things like vote and get houses and not have to deal with racists and stuff. You know. Casual.
But while you’re gasping at the heat and the steam of the strong truth tea I just spilled,what’s even worse about all of this, if you thought things could get even crappier, is the fact that all of this is exponentially worse for black women. A culture of racism is bad enough, but pairing it with patriarchal structures that intend to undermine women’s advancement is like double-fisting bleach and acid rain.
At the end of the day, if you are a white male, gay or not, you retain so much privilege. What is extremely unfairly denied you because of your sexuality could float back to you, if no one knew that you preferred the romantic and sexual company of men over women. (You know what I’m talking about. Those “anonymous” torsos on Grindr, Jack’d and Adam4Adam, show very familiar heterosexual faces to the public.) The difference is that the black women with whom you think you align so well, whose language you use and stereotypical mannerisms you adopt, cannot hide their blackness and womanhood to protect themselves the way that you can hide your homosexuality. We have no place to hide, or means to do it even if we desired them.
In all of the ways that your gender and race give you so much, in those exact same ways, our gender and race work against our prosperity. To claim that you’re a minority woman just for the sake of laughs, and to say that the things allowed her or the things enjoyed by her are done better by you isn’t cute or funny. First of all, it’s aggravating as hell. Second, it’s damaging and perpetuating of yet another set of aggressions against us.
All of this being said, you should not have to stop liking the things you like. This is not an attempt to try to suck the fun out of your life. Appreciating a culture and appropriating one are very, very different things, with a much thicker line than some people think, if you use all of the three seconds it takes to be considerate before you open your mouth. If you love some of the same things that some black women love, by all means, you and your black girlfriends go ahead and rock the hell out. Regardless of what our privileges and lack of privileges are, regardless of the laws and rhetoric that have attempted to divide us, we are equal, even though we aren’t the same, and that is okay. Claiming our identity for what’s sweet without ever having to taste its sour is not. Breathing fire behind ugly stereotypes that reduce black females to loud caricatures for you to emulate isn’t, either.
So, you aren’t a strong black woman, or a ghetto girl, or any of that other foolery that some of you with trash Vine accounts try to be. It’s okay. You don’t have to be. No one asked you to be. You weren’t ever meant to be. What you can be, however, is part of the solution.
Check your privilege. Try to strengthen the people around you.
NOT TO BE RUDE…but some of you should take my crash course on sexuality and relationships.
Since my post about Clarke’s heterosexual relationship with Bellamy, I’ve gotten A LOT of hate for it and I know it’s due to a lack of understanding, so I’m going to break it down for all 68 of you who have messaged me and also for those of you who may just not know. I’ve taken many sexuality classes and have studied it for five years. I know my stuff. I’m certified and trained regularly on the topic in case a student comes to me questioning their sexuality (not to mention, I’m a lesbian lol). If Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake are in a relationship, they will be in a HETEROSEXUAL relationship regardless if Clarke is bisexual. I know the ends and outs of sexuality/labels so here we go, take notes. Let’s start this lesson:
First, we must understand that “hetero-” and “homo-” are comparative prefixes meaning that in order to use these prefixes, we must be talking about TWO (or more) things; in our case, we will be talking about Clarke and Bellamy’s biological sex. Hetero- means “different,” homo- means “same.” Write that down and continue.
In terms of sex pairings, hetero- and homo- are ultimately descriptive comparative prefixes: you compare a group based on similarities and differences of sex pairings. We’re going a little deeper now; technically, you, as an individual, cannot be considered a homosexual or heterosexual because you are not a group, you’re a single individual however, you can label your preference! This is why we call ourselves gay, bi, lesbian, straight, etc. We can’t call ourselves homosexual unless we have a partner or group we are being compared to or with. We can only label by preference if we’re individualizing. Homo/hetero-sexual should never have an “s” at the end.
It’s not: “I’m a homosexual,” It’s not: “We are homosexuals.”
It’s ONLY, “We are homosexual.” Homosexual is not a noun, it’s an adjective (this applies to “heterosexual” as well). It would be like saying, “the flowers are pinks.”
Clarke (my precious cinnamon roll too good for this world) is bisexual. Bisexual is a term used by an individual to label their preference in partners; in her case it’s men and women. Now, I know what you’re thinking: when talking about a biSEXUAL, it sounds a lot like a homoSEXUAL or heteroSEXUAL, right? If we can call an individual a bisexual, why can’t we call an individual a homo/heterosexual? Well, here’s why: The prefix “bi” is not a comparative prefix like homo- and hetero-, but instead, its a quantitative (numeric) prefix.
So back to these preference labels: bi, gay, lesbian, straight, etc. If you are a female who is in a relationship with another female, you are not in a “lesbian” relationship; you are in a homosexual relationship. Your SEX (biologically) is the SAME (hint hint HOMO(same)SEXual). This applies to gay men as well; homosexual relationship, NOT gay relationship. In Clarke’s case, as I stated, if she were to be in a relationship with Bellamy, she would be in a HETEROSEXUAL relationship. Their SEX is DIFFERENT. Their SEXES are “hetero”. But here’s the wild thing, get ready for your mind to be blown: She’s still bisexual! I know! Gasp! Crazy right? Clarke, as a bisexual individual, would be in a heterosexual relationship if she’s partnered with a male because their biological sex is different. She would be in a homosexualrelationship if she was partnered with a girl because their biological sex is the same. Clarke will only ever be in one of the following two relationships: homo or hetero. Clarke will never be in a “bisexual” relationship. There’s no such thing (there could be if she had multiple partners, but it would be a hetero-bisexual or homo-bisexual relationship but thats complicated and not the case).
For those of you who don’t know, the point of this is that Clarke will STILL be BISEXUAL while being in a HETEROSEXUAL relationship. She is bisexual, yes, but her relationship, if with Bellamy, would be heterosexual.
Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Hanna Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Masturbation. x2 ayyy
“Glad I caught you.”
Anna recognized the smooth, sweet voice from earlier and her heart leapt. She had daydreamed something like this would happen, every moment since their equally-clumsy first meeting. For her fantasy to actually come true? It must be fate.