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huh why don't i feel so good *remembers the curse on my bloodline* ohhhhhh
um...
What? 🤨😐😦
@desert-orb-blog what did you do
Definitely need more telekinetic animals in media, it's dumb as hell to suggest that statistically out of every life form extant on earth that humans are gonna be the only ones to get bullshit magic powers. I'm not saying you have to make them invincible or nothing I'm just saying sometimes you should have a random ape or frog develop latent psychic abilities and consider what they would do with those powers. A frog would subconsciously stop bugs as they pass in front of its awareness and use that to eat them easier. Maybe if it gets passed up for mating it flips its opponent over repeatedly. You get what I'm saying
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I'm a little shy hence the anon but I need to see you do a virgin sanemi fic or just hear your thoughts on it (but like, he actually loves the person, too, like he wants to marry them and shit) and its his first time.
I'm a sucker for desperate sanemi.
My idea of virgin sanemi having his first time with someone he truly loves is so SOFT.
For starters, He’s the type to talk you through it. Even if it’s his first time, he still has a pretty good idea of what needs to be done. He appreciates it if you talk him through it as well, regardless if it’s your first time or not.
He’ll ask you things like “does this feel right? How about this? Why don’t you show me how you want it, etc etc”
He takes his time, listening attentively to what you want him to do and will try his damn hardest to hold himself back until he knows you’re ready for him
He was initially a bit scared of his first time, he couldn’t wrap his head around how it would go down. He always envisioned it to be very awkward and silent
So when the time actually comes, it’s like a weight lifted off his shoulders. It feels natural, it’s not awkward, it’s exciting even. Even if he makes a mistake he’s not worried about it because it’s you, you know him so well.
When Sanemi actually enters his partner for the first time, he comes very quickly. He’s never experienced something so warm, so soft and inviting. That’s probably the only time you’ll see him get embarrassed.
You assure him it’s fine, you don’t mind one bit. It’s no shock that he’s hard again within minutes of kissing and touching. His first time takes a while, because he’s so enthralled with getting to know your body, you getting to know his, all that fun stuff.
He’ll whisper soft praises, tell you he loves you and adores you and he could never picture his life with anyone else.
He’s always thought of sex as stress relief, lust fueled fun. He didn’t expect it to be so tender and warm, full of love and care. He’s quickly becoming addicted, he never wants it to end. He loves the way you say his name, look at him so needy and dazed.
He builds his stamina pretty quick, moves his hips in a way that feels right and gauges your reaction every thrust. He learns fast what feels good for you and what doesn’t, he listens to your instructions and lets you guide him.
“L-like this?” He chokes out, your body is wrapped around him so tightly it’s nearly dizzying. “Yeah… yeah like—oh fuck— like that… just like that…” you moan softly, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he slowly drags himself in and out of you.
Hehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheheheh
googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
it’s you i’m thinking of
you spend your first christmas away from your girlfriend, and the older woman has a bad habit of teasing the fuck outta you
warnings: older!nat x younger!shy!innocent!reader, age gap relationships, phone sex, guided masturbation, and not proofreading.
merry christmas and happy holidays everyone! 🎄
With the phone against your ear, you attempted to keep your focus situated on the movie that was playing on your TV. Home Alone, the movie playing, a sort of homage to you and your girlfriend’s favourite movie and the redhead’s current holiday situation.
Through the speaker, your phone rang once, twice, then thrice before Natasha picked up. With her voice soft and gentle, you couldn’t help but smile at the sound of it. Your whole face aching with glee as you listened to your girlfriend greet you in tow.
“Hey, baby.”
You bit your lip in suppressing a smirk. Instead, you dawned your focus as you twirled the strings of your sweatpants around a finger.
“Hi, Tasha, how are you?”
“Good. I just woke up from a nap.” She hummed in content, slumber evident in her tone as she sounded every bit sultry and rough.
You frowned at the revelation. “Oh, I hope I didn’t wake you up. I’m sorry, Natty...”
Almost as if you could visualize it, the shake of her head as she sat up straight against her bed, you heard the creaking noise as Natasha rose up.
“You didn’t, baby. You’re okay. I’ve been napping for like three hours now. You were perfect timing.” You could hear the grin on her lips by her tone and in tow, it had you smiling to yourself like a nearly sane person.
But when the echo of your TV made the loneliness all too real, a frown lined your lips in return. You couldn’t help but sigh audibly against the phone, your guilt and shame wrecking through you despite Natasha’s words.
“I wish I could be there with you. Christmas isn’t the same without you here, Tasha.”
“I know, baby,” the redhead shared the same disappointment present in your tone, and while the situation was way out of your control, your feelings of misery was still ever present for the both of you. “I wish I was beside you right now. I’ve been stuck with Stark and his annoying ass family. I just want to hear your voice.”
You nodded at her words, smiling to yourself as you unconsciously watched the movie play on. Your lips widened at the thought and you almost couldn’t wait to tell Natasha about your day.
“I thought about you today, Natty.”
“Mmh, yeah? What about?”
The implication was present in her tone and the way your girlfriend’s voice fell like sweet, frozen honey made your legs clench together and body shiver in need.
You licked your lips just as you did, trying to pursue the facade you had, resisting Natasha and her lustful advances, but however much you did, the older woman was a hot redhead that everyone coveted.
With striking silken red hair, and creamy pale skin that reached over the miles of her legs, she was the catch everyone wanted. Both men and women, you were somehow lucky enough to have the older woman all to yourself.
“I-Um... It was a silly idea. I don’t think it’s appropriate.” You shook your head at the reminded thought. The idea motivated by lust, and in the evident unfulfilled needs from your girlfriend.
And now, the older woman had your cheeks warm in embarrassment and legs pressed together as attempted to coax the thought from you.
“Nothing is inappropriate when it comes to me. Cmon, tell me. I’m curious to what little naughty thoughts go on in that pretty head of yours, baby.”
You huffed, eyes up to the ceiling of your childhood bedroom before you were hesitant to speak your truth.
“I don’t know, I thought it would be a good idea. I thought I looked good today—”
“Oh, I bet you did, sweetheart.”
“Tasha...”
Natasha laughed across the phone, her chuckle loud as she found pleasure in teasing you on and on without remorse. “I’m sorry, baby. Continue.”
“I thought I looked good today. So, I don’t know, I wanted to send you an inappropriate photo.”
Natasha grinned at your words, but the game of teasing you has been so fun, she just couldn’t let it go. She was hoping your cheeks were just firing up the way it did when she teased you.
“A what photo?”
She heard you sigh through the phone, evidently embarrassed and quite obvious to what Natasha was asking.
“You know, those kinds of photo.”
Natasha hummed in faux query, feigning oblivion to your implications of photos.
“Oh, I’m not quite sure what those enquire, my love.”
A groan vibrated through the call, your frustrations evident as you spoke. “You know what I mean, Natty. You know? Nudes. Pictures of me... naked, I think.”
“You think?”
Your eyes shut close, the embarrassment rushing through your veins as you silently kick your feet against your bed.
“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve never sent pictures of myself like that before, I guess. It was just me topless. Nothing special.”
Natasha laughs at your words, the innocence and timidity of your tone. She’s ever wondered how you even found your way through such harsh world. The older woman ever nearly feels bad for her own seniority over you.
A woman like her, nearing late thirties, she shook her head of the thoughts and smiled at your coyness. She didn’t need that negativity mixed with all the frustration present in both of your lives.
Instead, Natasha called your name softly and caught your attention. “Did you send it, sweetheart?”
You shook your head at her question, only for the realization to settle in that she wasn’t able to see you at all.
“No, I thought it would’ve distracted you at work.”
The redhead chuckled once again and it had your cheeks firing up in embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sure that your tiny little body would’ve been a distraction.” Natasha paused for a moment as she settled into the silence. “Can I see the photo?”
Your eyes widened and lips parted at her question, surprised that she actually wanted to see it. Granted, your girlfriend hasn’t had much sex with you ever since the holidays and now that the both of you were away from each other for the first time, your needs grew and so did the older woman’s.
“I deleted it, Natty. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would actually want—”
“Don’t apologize, my love.” You smiled at her words and fell deeper into your pillow. “Can you turn on your camera for me?”
You scrambled to hold your phone properly, with Natasha on speaker, you attempted to find the button to switch it to FaceTime. When you did and the screen loaded, you were greeted by the face of your lovely lover.
“There you are, baby.” Natasha’s smile was still ever so vibrant despite the din lighting of her bedroom. Only a part of her face was slightly illuminated, you guessed that she had a lamp on, ever so faint and dim, you could still see every freckle on her pale face.
“Hi, Natty. I’ve missed you.”
You grinned giddily at your girlfriend, bottom lip rolled between teeth, while you practically bat your lashes at her.
“You look pretty like this, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes at her compliment. Natasha had always been your number one supporter no matter what. You suppose that’s what you adored about her, her presence, and her wonderful elegance even when she drew the spotlight onto you.
“You can’t even see me properly.”
She hummed in disagreement. “I think your fairy lights are doing a great job of illuminating your face.”
With a giggle, you buried your face into your duvet. Natasha on the other end was grinning from ear to ear as she watched the whole thing play, her chest beating out of her chest at the sight of you.
“What’re you doing right now, baby?”
You watched her adjust herself on her bed, then reach for something out of frame. When she returned, there was a glass in front of her as she took a generous sip of red wine.
“Just layin in bed. Y’know, talking to you.”
“Alone, I hope?”
You bit your lip in tow to her question. The implication present in your girlfriend’s tone making your cheeks heat up. But softly, you spoke.
“Everyone’s asleep.”
You heard her set the glass of wine down. The sound of rustling echoing through your earbuds as Natasha moves against her bedsheets.
“That’s good, baby,” you watched as her tongue made an appearance and lick her lips, her green eyes were so oddly prominent you couldn’t help but be intimidated. “Can you do me a favour? Just for tonight? You can say no if you don’t want to.”
“Anything, Natty.”
Her smile widened and you watched in anticipation for her next request.
“Can you touch yourself for me tonight?”
You froze in your bed, eyes wide and cheeks hot and fiery to the touch. It was so undeniably silent that even Natasha froze in doubt.
When you swallowed your shame and found the voice to speak, you looked at your girlfriend through your phone in embarrassment.
“You know I always touch myself because of you.”
Natasha’s smile was evident and almost laughable when she realize that you weren’t understanding what she had been asking.
The redhead bit her cherry stained lips and shook her head with a chuckle. “Can you touch yourself for me through the phone? Thinking of me just as always?”
“Natty...”
She saw the embarrassment on your face and she shook her head in disagreement. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, sweetheart. I can always wait for when you get back from the holidays.”
“No, it’s just that,” you turned away from the phone with a pursed lip, “I— I’ve never done anything... like that before.”
“That’s okay, baby,” Natasha smile encouragingly at you and your features softened at her face, “You want me to help you?”
You nodded meekly, shy and filled with guilt.
Natasha hummed, her lips wide with a grin as she moved around her bed to her comfortable. You were already aching in need and Natasha could tell with the way you nervously bit your lip in anticipation for her response.
“Can you put your hand under your shorts?”
“Okay...”
Nervously, you parted your legs, just as Natasha watched through the screen, you sighed a shaky breath when you felt yourself soaking through your panties.
“Do you feel yourself, baby?”
You nodded with your bottom lip stuck between teeth. “It’s sticky down there.”
Natasha couldn’t help but blush at your response. Despite being older and being experienced, your shy response has the older woman blushing with excitement. The idea that you’re greatly starved has her core shaking and aching for relief.
“You’re wet, baby.” She hummed softly, “Do I make you wet, honey?”
You nodded.
“I need you here so bad, Natty. I miss you.”
“Oh, baby,” the older woman threw her head back with a frown, with her neck exposed to the camera, you hissed at the sight and whined with lust, “I miss you so much more. God, those videos of you aren’t enough anymore.”
Breathless, you spoke with a grin. “I suppose we can always make more?”
“Fuck me,” Natasha clicked her tongue when she shook her head. Her eyes went dark and you giggled at her reaction. “You’re going to get me in so much trouble with this phone bill, aren’t you?”
Playfully, you frowned. “I supposed you don’t want to see me like this anymore?” Natasha watched as you sat the phone up against a pillow, her view is now of that between your legs with your hand buried deep into your shorts.
With the straps of your tiny camisole and despite the shitty fairy lights that illuminated your room, she could see the way your perked nipples pressed against the cotton top.
“Goddamnit, baby.” The redhead shook her head with a sigh, while you licked your lip as your hand sawed back and forth under your shorts.
You could tell Natasha was getting inpatient with the way a scowl presented itself on her face and she made sure to voice it as she adjusted herself once more on her bed.
“Take your shorts off, princess. I want to see this sweet pussy.”
Your cheeks flush warm at her words, considering your girlfriend has never been this vocal about such sexual behaviour as she knew your lack of experience and such shyness, the word fell like curses.
Nevertheless, you followed her demands and lifted your bottoms off the bed just enough to slip the shorts off. Teasingly, you left yourself in your panties and kept your legs parted so your girlfriend could see the prominent wet spot on where you touched yourself.
“I said take it off, baby.”
You gave your girlfriend a frown. “I’m shy, Natty.”
“Don’t make me ask again.”
With a whine, you followed her demands. Your slender fingers hooked itself underneath the band of your underwear before you tugged them off gently from your legs.
But you kept your legs closed in embarrassment, ever so prominent in the way you fluttered and batted your lashes.
“My shy little girl,” you smiled at Natasha’s words. “Look how wet you are, baby, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”
With a nod, you sighed and threw your head in pure lust. To say you missed your girlfriend was an understatement. You craved her so much that the simple thought of her kissing you, holding your hand, or merely pecking your cheek had your head in a daze.
“All for you, Natty...”
Subconsciously, your own hand travelled between your legs, and as it did, your body danced to its own accord and parted your legs in tow for your wandering hand.
Natasha’s hum vibrated against the phone when she watched you slip your delicate fingers between sodden lips. Your cunt deliciously parted with it wetting the length of your finger, and you felt the wetness of it just under the pads of your finger.
Just as softly, you circled your clit, that swollen little thing, right under your fingertips as you swirled your hand with a sigh.
The room was undeniably quiet and you knew that Natasha was touching herself just as much as you were. While tipsy on the red wine she was drinking, you knew your absence was affecting her much more.
Her whimper flooded your ears and it challenged you to quicken your own pace. You watched as Natasha settled her phone on her nightstand, and as she did, you were now able to see the upper half of her body laid against her bed. Her tank top pushed up just enough that you could see the curves of her breasts and the tone muscles of her abs, all the while she had her own hand buried under her shorts.
“Natty...”
Even out of the frame, you knew she had that gentle smile on her lips as she spoke back to your call.
“I’m here, baby,” you sighed at her voice, “keep touching your pussy for mommy, keep going, hon.”
You fastened your pace and as you did, a whiny moan left your lips. Your sawing hand was sloppy and careless and even despite it all, Natasha was enjoying the view of you rubbing yourself for her.
She merely imagine it was her hand that was doing the job, the only thing is, she would’ve probably shoved her fingers inside of your drooling cunt minutes before. She was an impatient thing and as she called for your name in the heat of the moment, she knew what she wanted from you next.
“Shove your fingers inside, baby.”
You froze in place and your legs clenched on instinct. You even looked at the camera as if she could see you. “What?”
“Pretend it’s my fingers. Just think of me.”
A giggle fell from you as you shook your head.
“It’s always you I’m thinking of.”
She hummed. “Cmon, darling. I wanna see you fill your cunt. Stretch it out for me before I come back, yeah?”
“Okay...”
Both cautiously and hesitantly, with a lip between teeth, your fingers dropped and travelled south. Between your wetness and your arousal, you teased your entrance for show for your girlfriend.
The sight made her groan as her hand worked faster. You whimper when you slipped that first finger inside, despite delicate and thin fingers, you were tight just the way your girlfriend liked it.
“Natty,” your desperate call for your girlfriend let her know you were close, and with the way Natasha knew you, she was more than well aware just she mimicked your actions.
“I know, baby,” her chest heaved in tow, “I want you to come for me, okay? Fuck yourself harder, cmon.”
You threw your head back and with a quickened pace, you reached your high with a squeal leaving your lips. Natasha’s end was any better, the woman was heaving in response, and as the two of you finished in sync, the both of you moaned for each other’s presence.
“Natty, it’s too much.”
Just as Natasha’s hand slowed down to a stop, she sighed when she pulled her hand and sodden fingers out from her shorts. She knew you were watching and when she neared the camera and licked her saturated finger, she heard your whimper.
“You did so well for me, baby.” She took the phone back into her hand and laid comfortably against the headboard. “‘S alright now, baby. You can relax.”
When you did, all the while laid on your bed naked, you smiled rather lazily when you took back the phone. Your lover was looking back at you with reddened cheeks and the embarrassment settled in to your bones when you realized what you had just done.
“We just did that...”
Natasha grinned.
“Mmh, and you were so good for me, baby.”
“Natty... Don’t say things like that.”
The redhead shrugged. “I’m just stating facts. Although, I will need to see the live action version when I do come back.”
“You’re insatiable, Natty.”
“Only for you, my love.”
“I must be special then.”
Natasha nodded. “Oh, yes. Very.”
You both shared a grin which yours softly became a smile. The silence was comforting as the two of you stared at each other until someone broke the ice.
“Merry Christmas, my love.”
Your eyes twinkled when you looked up and saw the clock on your wall strike the twelve. You turned back to Natasha with a glimmer in your gaze. Even despite the time difference and that it had been Christmas for her three hours ago, you were in awe at how your girlfriend made you all goey.
“Merry Christmas, Natty,” you sunk your head down into your pillow and purred her name, “I love you.”
Natasha’s lip twitched. “I love you most.”
Peacefully, your eyes carefully fluttered closed. Natasha then knew it was time for her to give you your rest, no matter how much longer she wanted to speak to you, the sight of you sleeping wonderfully set her heart ablaze.
“See you soon, baby.”
In honor of all the rayemma moments that I have no hope of seeing animated anymore..