#rightfulking

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☾ ‘’ Don’t tell me you don’t get turned on by a cute boy with a cute laugh that passes you by every once in a while, sweetheart. ‘’ ☽

Natasha was sure she was keeping her next door neighbor awake. Jackson had been screaming for a couple of hours- he just wouldn’t go down for his nap. Teething. Teething was driving her crazy. She’d tried everything before realizing his teeth were the cause, but even the teething ring wasn’t really helping.

These are the most NSFW asks I have ever seen. Obliterate me.

"I know I’m going to regret answering these later…."

1. What tends to feel better for you, sex or masturbation?

"Depends on my mood."

11. Have you had sex in the shower?

"….Not yet. I’ll have to tell Loki we’re not making good use of the shower."

21. Does your penis curve?

"I really hate to disappoint, but I don’t have one of those." (omfg lol)

31. What is the quickest you’ve ever brought yourself (or been brought) to orgasm?

"This one time I did it in a closet when this meeting I was stuck in all day took a ten minute break. Had three minutes to spare."

41. Are you particularly “vocal” when masturbating/having sex?

Hit shuffle on your ipod, phone, itunes, media player, etc, and write down the first 20 songs then pass this on to 10 people. 

One rule: no skipping.

Tagged by : dontmesswithdamien

    Elsa slowly awoke to the warmth of sunlight on her face as it poured in through the bedroom window. She slowly stretched her muscles, careful not to wake the person sharing the bed with her. She turned and looked at Loki, who was still fast asleep and smiled softly. Reaching over to him, she paused as she felt an uneasiness in her stomach. Again? She thought to herself. This was not the first time this week, and she began to wonder if she was coming down with something. She didn't have much time to ponder it, because in seconds she flipped the covers off, no longer caring not to wake Loki and sprinted to the bathroom joined onto their room, making it to the toilet just in time before vomiting.

    "Don't come in!" she called, still crouched over the toilet, knowing she'd probably woken him. After emptying last night's dinner into the bowl, she stood up, balancing herself on the counter. "It's probably just a little bug..." she mumbled, before getting a drink of water. As she examined herself in the mirror for any sign of sickness, something else caught her eye. Turning to the side, she ran her hand down her usually flat stomach, where there was now a small bump protruding from the lower region. Inhaling sharply, she pulled her nightdress up, running her hands over the bump again as she looked down at it.