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hope things get better for you soon!! there's no need to apologise, take all the time you need 🫶🏼
thank you 🩶
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Sending you my best wishes, I hope things go better baby, if you ever need anything dm me ☹️🫶
will do, thank you pookie <3
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An older river fic of yours came up on my timeline and i thought you posted a new one i got so excited😭😭😭
sorry :(
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Comet where are you 😭 we miss u
heyyyyyy my bad 🙏🏼
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Pookie where are you
been going through the worst month of my life. ill be back soon i promise
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can you write gf!amber headcanons?
gf!amber headcanons
sfw
she loves to make playlists for you <3
super protective— you all saw how she was with tara at the beginning
along with that part, she’s not the most trusting of others. it takes awhile for her to warm up to some people but it wasn’t that hard with you
neverrrr lets you drive!!! you’re her passenger princess <33
she’ll take you shopping and buy you whatever you want, but she’ll pretend to hate it
refuses to admit to being a softie. she’s a big mean scary gf >:(
whenever she meets new people she always analyzes how you act first so she can follow your lead
definitely definitely needs you to have your location on 24/7. she’s a bit obsessed with you and of course she has to make sure you’re always safe…
she has a lotttt of emotions like everything is always an extreme for her. just one tiny thing could make or break her day
she pouts when she’s upset :(
if she ever does something that upsets you she’ll beat herself up about it for literal weeks even if it was something small, and she’d constantly apologize even if you’d already forgive her
would kill for you. literally.
she jumps to conclusions a lot so there’s often some miscommunications but it’s just because she loves you a lot and is a bit insecure 💔
“mean to everyone but soft to that one person is such an overused trope blah blah blah” I DONT CARE!!!!!!!! amber fits that trope to a T!!!! she can be the meanest most intimidating person to someone else and then turn to you and get back to being doting and caring in seconds
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OBVIOUSLY she’s the top u don’t even have to question it 😭
very experienced but she’s never condescending or patronizing about it
sometimes she’ll let you take control (keyword: sometimes. whenever you “take control” it’s more like just her being a power bottom)
likes to experiment with darker things
she’s especially interested in knife-play…. for obvious reasons
she can go for hours like her stamina is kind of crazy. obviously she has the ability to murder multiple people in a night so she has more than enough energy in bed
into restraints and such but would never let you restrain her
definitely a bit rough at times. she has no problem slamming you against a wall or throwing you on a bed
she has a thing for whispering in your ear… something abt the way your body reacts to it just makes her crazy… and the fact that just a small fraction of the normal volume of her voice can make you fall apart? amazing
super super obsessed with foreplay and making you beg
looooves making you moan & hearing the way you react to her
private > public. she’s not much of an exhibitionist, but she does love pda like kissing and hugging
will send you racy pics while you’re at work or otherwise unavailable 👀
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hot mommy Wanda loves to tease and get us all riled up and then fake confuse when we be pouty and like >:( "what's the matter baby?" n we're just all grumpy because she left us all hot and bothered and SHE TLELS US TO USE OUR WORDSJDJDJS "mommy's angel is too dumb to think straight, your heads all fuzzy..hm?" JEHDICIWUSEIY9FNCNT
IHWJEHWH >_<
for some reason .. i’m imaginin cockwarming mommy!wanda’s strap while she’s doing work :( she’s subtly squirming in her seat so that the strap moves around inside you, adjusting herself by thrusting her hips up n moving from left to right in her swivel chair….
every time you whine about needing more she’d just hush you + tell you to “be a good girl while mama does her work. you can do that, can’t you? you can sit still like a big girl?” n when you tell her no, pouting at her, she’d just cup your cheek n rub the skin with her thumb. cooing, “oh you can’t? what’s the matter? c’mon honey, tell mommy what’s on your mind.” >_<
talking to you all high pitched like one would a dog, n then proceeding to tell you how much of a dumb, sweet girl you are when you stare blankly at her, fussing over you when you can’t manage any words. “oh baby, how silly of me! you don’t have any thoughts in that pretty little head of yours, do you? bet you’re all icky down there, need mommy’s help?”
nodding along with her dumbly as she’s lightly slapping your face to bring you back again ; “just thinking with your pussy aren’t you, sweetheart?” hfhgfdh :3
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I feel like Ellie would cum just from us praising her
this goes without saying, honestly. by the narrowest of margins, does that girl not ever prematurely cum from sultry spoken praises and soft handlings of her body; like she may indeed burst at the mere press of a button, or the release of that whisper in your throat you feel compelled to gratify her flammable arousal with. "you look so pretty on my fingers." trailed along an enchanting smile that would beget her demise on its own— or, "you moan just how i want you to, good girl." as your middle finger dips in her slick, clenched hole and caresses straight for her heaven–spot, making lightwork of her pussy ultimately left to your liberty. encloses your hand in her thighs pressed into that sweet, sweet feeling you give her loins. coats your fingers with her squirted release, and legit— apologizes during, "sorry, sorry— fuckk," contracting her body inwards and squinting off a withholden grunt, mouth–breathing heady of arousal and adrenaline, "m'so sorry, your fingers are so— they're so— fuck! call me good— haah, call me good girl again, fuck please."
DAILY CLICK . DON'T BUY TLOU . PALESTINE INFO
jizzing face tbh (my photo):
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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 || mdg pt. 5
timelines and lifelines have torn you and natasha apart, but the two of you are bound by the child you have created. though subjected to earth, loki, god of mischief, dangles the possibility of a future with natasha by making you a god.
pairing: goddess!natasha x mortal!reader (not for long)
note: this is the 5th installment to the goddess!nat universe, as per the 4k celebration! please read the other parts first if you haven't already. this part contains depictions of violence. this series is 18+ only.
word count: 1.8k
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Previously…
Your relationship with the Goddess of Lust, Natasha Romanoff, comes to a screeching halt. Torn apart by timelines and lifelines, you’re not coping well, and neither is Natasha — especially when she finds out she’s pregnant with your child.
On the other side of the universe, Loki, God of Mischief, breaks into your apartment to offer you a deal. Worse still, he eats your leftover pizza.
Now…
When you come back to consciousness, you feel like you’re floating. Not in the whimsical, psychedelic cocaine-induced way, but in the Help-I’m-Physically-Suspended-In-The-Air way.
And it is true, much to your demise, because despite the fruitful hours of work spent in the gym, your arms and back can’t quite handle the excruciating pain of being strung taut like a rope.
Against the will of every screaming cell in your existence for you to fall the fuck back asleep, you forcefully sit up and open your eyes.
It takes about two seconds for the headache-worthy hangover to sink in, and three seconds for you to regret every godforsaken decision you had made the night prior.
Last night- oh, fuck. Last Friday night.
(No, this isn’t going to entail a radio pop song with a curly black-haired Katy Perry, because the only curly black-haired one in this story is the God of Mischief himself. Both equally as sassy, but expounding on that would fracture the entirety of the space-time continuum.)
“Oh, you’re awake.”
Speaking of the devil (quite literally), Loki forces you to bring your blurry gaze up to the cocky expression painting his angular face.
“Fuck you,” you spit, dry and hoarse, memories surging through your teetering consciousness. All you were aware of was the mother of your problems was the man himself.
Now, you were suspended like a puppet in your very own living room, strings of golden magic encircling your body, keeping you stretched to the edge of insurmountable agony.
“Funny,” Loki says dryly, eyes raking over your pathetic form. “That’s exactly what you said last night that put you in this position.”
You would’ve laughed, truly, if not for the ache in your ribs and your back and your– you get the point. “You offered me a proposition,” you comment, licking your cracked lips with distaste.
“And you said ‘fuck you’ and threw up three bottles worth of alcohol on my ridiculously expensive snake-scaled shoes before promptly passing out from your hissy fit of a heartbreak.”
“Deserved.”
“I will hang you upside down.”
You roll your eyes – however much you can roll them in this position. “You gave me an offer. That means that I had a say in this, and I certainly did not consent to take part in this BDSM-worthy fantasy of yours.”
Loki scoffs at this, shifting in his seat. Your seat, actually, his black robes draped over your armchair like it belonged to him.
“My sex life is none of your business, and more than often entails men,” Loki begins, putting a finger up. “The only reason I’m taking interest in a hopelessly lovesick woman-lover is because you have something that I want.”
You exhale roughly, lungs and ribs screaming in protest. You weren’t of a godly status by any means, but based on his identity and the fact that a God was lurking around Earth, you were competent enough to figure out what he wanted.
“You wanna get back to the land of the Gods,” you state, eyes narrowing in seriousness. “Like me, you’ve done some shit that made SHIELD put a target on your back. Except it’s ten times worse, considering you’re a God. That’s why you’re here. What you want is connections, because I have – I had – a relationship with Natasha Romanoff.”
Natasha.
It pains you, to even put it in the past tense, that what you had with Natasha would only ever be history.
“Oh wow,” Loki responds, acting shocked. “There’s actually more to you than this himbo attitude you exude.”
You don’t give him the pleasure of a response to his provoking, despite your incessant need to sucker-punch that face of his. But uncovering his plan has that layer of composure slipping, for a second, and you delight in it for what it’s worth.
"Put me down first," you say instead through gritted teeth, looking up with a ferocious glint in your eyes.
"Say yes first," Loki answers promptly, folding his arms over his chest with a self-satisfied grin.
"Put me down and or I won't consider your absurd request," you try again, a wracking cough making your stomach lurch in pain.
"Funny you think you're in a position of power," the arrogant god taunts. "Who's to say I won't torture you to the brink of death until I get what I want?"
"...Who's to say I'd eventually break?" you say finally, narrowing your gaze. You sure as hell were scared as fuck, but you had to survive. "Threats only work on people who've got something to lose. I'm forbidden from ever seeing the love of my life again – I've got nothing to lose, y'know? No amount of torture will get you what you want."
Your little speech of sorts, delivered with an unwavering tone despite the pain coursing through your body, plays out perfectly. Loki's gaze is unreadable as he contemplates upon your counter-proposition.
Unceremoniously, you're dropped to the ground, hitting reality with a grunt of pain. “Shit,” you wheeze, clutching at your ribs with sore wrists. “Warn a girl, man.”
Loki waves you off dismissively. “The pain won’t matter anymore.”
“Wait,” you struggle to say, reaching out to nothingness as the man closes his eyes and raises his hands to the lands you once roamed.
It’s only then that you realise you’re surrounded by candles, so many candles. You’re in the center of some kind of ritual board, and what you assume are ‘offerings’ circle you.
From skulls to black flames, you know something is wrong. Very wrong. Loki is muttering incantations under his breath, a language beyond your human tongue, and the pressure in your room rises to an extent that forces you downwards.
“What,” you ask, exhaling roughly against your cracked ribs. “What kind of God am I going to become?”
Your question goes unanswered, lost in the swirling black flames that surround you. Loki’s eyes open again, and this time they are completely black. He begins a chant, crafted from an inhuman tongue, a language you’d never heard before.
That’s when the pain starts.
You scream, brain waves throbbing, a loud ringing sound echoing in your ears. Psychedelia takes over your conscience, producing images all around you, dark and distorted and everything you thought you’d buried.
“ибяѓюгэю юдякиэҁ, эиѫч ҩ рэд.”
Unbridled darkness, enemy of peace.
Natasha’s face is at the forefront of your mind, unblemished and happy and everything you’d ever wanted. You reach out, spluttering and breathless, trying to grasp that wistful memory like it’d materialize in front of you, like she could ever be yours.
“бцэт юҩщи ҩцядрҩи дю ғдг ҩця ҩиэҁ.”
Put down your weapons and fall to your knees.
Her face gets shattered into smithereens, scattered throughout the dark swirls of your mind, overtaken by shadows. Horrifying screams and flashes of a graveyard overwhelm you, and you yell through the misery for the love of your life.
“тҩ фэн тнэ юэҁѓяэ ҩғ џэиəэдисэ lə'”
To quench the desires of vengeance and rage.
Fury slugs through you, as you crawl away from cold hands that pull you back. “No!” You yell, but your voice is not yours anymore. The only thing to describe what you feel is chaos, darkness creeping in from the shadows, a slithering worm into your ear, a rotting carcass and the stench of carrion.
“ҩҁэ бҩиэҁ сдҁт ҩғ ҁсчнэҁ дию бдюэҁ.”
To see bones cast of scythes and blades.
The world snaps from reality, and you get flung into a different dimension. This place you’re trapped in is unfamiliar. You’re standing on a pile of dead human bodies, and there are ghouls and demons cheering your name. Blackness seeps through your veins, infiltrating your mindwires.
“Revenge,” you spit, a devilish noise, and the cheers rise again.
You scream, as black wings tear through your back, ripping your collared shirt and spreading towards the sky. You launch from the depths of whatever hellhole that may have been, an inhuman screech echoing around the void, soaring towards the heavens in search of the one you’d lost.
“ҩѫэҩя, гдск-щѓəэю юэџѓг, эт ндҁ иғцяг”
Come forth, black-winged devil, let chaos unfurl
Upon descending on holy ground, unfamiliar faces intrude into your mind, prominent and unmistaken. Backlogged information begs its worth — God of Thunder. Goddess of Magic. God of Science. God of Justice.
Then one word rings above all, high and mighty, and the darkness of your mind clears to reveal the people that had taken your Natasha away.
SHIELD.
“энҩгю яҩѫ нэг, ҩю ҩғнэ Циюэящҩягю.”
Behold from hell, Ruler of the Underworld.
Reality drives into your side like a thousand semi-trucks, bright and flashing, and then you’re back in your living room. You stay on the ground, all-fours, spluttering and gasping for air.
Natasha.
Black wings flap behind you, resplendent and marvelous. Those had been real.
Arising from the ground, gone is the fear in your eyes. No more shreds of hope. No more sense of justice. Your blackened eyes burn red, searching for Loki. He stands in the corner of the room, and he seems so much smaller now, compared to you and your bloodlust.
“She was mine,” you growl, dangerously, fearsome and inhuman.
“She is yours,” The God of Mischief answers, marveling at his creation, for there was nothing that could stop you now.
***
“Rockabye baby on the treetop,” Natasha sings softly, a hand gently caressing the swell of her stomach. Colours sweep into galaxies as nightfall arrives, cloaking her land in gentle beauty.
“When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” As if on cue, the wind gets a little chillier. Worry clouds Natasha’s face, edging in on her safe haven.
“When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.” A holographic image of The God of Justice materializes before her eyes. It meant that it was an urgent message, from one God to the next.
“The SHIELD base is being attacked by an unknown force. We’re in grave danger,” Steve says, urgent and frantic. Screams and chaos can be heard in the background, and the God barely ducks a crashing marble pillar.
Natasha almost scoffs and switches off the image. The Gods had ignored her very existence ever since they had banished you, which was convenient in hiding her pregnancy, but at the same time rather annoying, now that they were begging for help.
That is, until Steve persisted further. “Natasha. This perpetrator has power beyond measure, dark power. It could even exceed Loki’s.”
“......What does this harbinger of hell want?” Natasha asks, steely eyes surveying her homeland.
“Natasha,” Steve repeats, weary eyes hooded with anxiety. “They’re looking for you.”
Down will come baby, cradle and fall.
so that happened.... any thoughts about our new and improved y/n, ruler of the underworld?? loki rlly stirred up a lot of shit huh
reblog or no y/n x natasha reunion
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Amber Freeman x vampire reader
•She wouldn’t believe it at first she thought it was a joke and that the fangs were fake until she watched your eyes turn from a natural colour to a dark crimson colour right in front of her eyes.
•She thinks it’s hot
•Asks how old you are
•She loves when you use your powers.
•She would suggest that you help her with killing, Amber would find victims that you could feed on first and then she can kill them because you can’t drink dead peoples blood.
•She comes back home with heaps of victims
•You had to explain that dead blood makes vampires ill.
•She stays out of your way when you get bloodlust.
•She hates waiting for you to come back from hunting
•You two sit down together and watch a movie and cuddle after you got back.
•She lets you bite her and she loves it. She loves the feeling of your fangs digging into her skin and the blood trickling down her neck.
•Definitely leads to a passionate make out and maybe further.
•It only happens once in a while because you don’t want to kill her.
•Loves that you’re immortal so you can be with her forever.
•Amber and you watch horror movies about vampires.
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making sub ellie cum untouched from nipple sucking and groping
ERRNMSMSNDHHSHD i need her so bad bro.
ellie always had the most sensitive lil tits ever. you two were laying down together, your mouth attached to her nipples, while your hands continue to grope her.
n she always lets out the sweetest lil moans for you. they’re ragged, and filled with desire. ever since she told you she could cum untouched, you just had to see it in person.
“ohmygoddd, keep doing that— please. fuck, i think i’m—“
she cuts herself off with a moan, while her hand snakes into your hair, attempting to push your head away from her tits. she really is close, and you can tell. her hips start moving, attempting to get any sort of friction, and she has this fucking look on her face.
the look she always makes when she’s about to cum, eyes half open, mouth slightly parted, and the cutest moans coming out of her.
“awe you’re coming already els? i thought you could’ve lasted a little longer, no?”
she really doesn’t mean to ignore you either, but she can’t help it. she’s too focused on how good she feels, how your mouth feels sucking and licking her sensitive nipples.
els is such a good girl for you always, but so so sensitive.
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shes so pretty im in pain
BILLIE EILISH via Instagram (3.15.24)
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