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Vanessa Shelly/Afton fic dropping 2mrw 😍😍😍 (I promise)

#elizabethxolsenn #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #i haven’t written in so long

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Hearing "you're gonna make mommy cum" is like music to my ears. Am I really doing that much of a good job? Am I making you proud?

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Toxic Valcarol 👀👀

#riverthelesbian #carol danvers #valkyrie #valcarol #the marvels #captain marvel #lesbian

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Been really dead n need a one shot idea 👀

#riverthelesbian #reblog #lesbian #marvel

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butchspreading is so hot, pls do it more

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Sneak peak of bodyguard!Natasha x actress!reader below the cut:

“What is it? Am I just not pretty?” You ask Natasha as you throw yourself onto the couch next to her.

“You know I can’t answer that and be professional,” Natasha replies.

She tries not to smirk at the way you dramatically sat down. She is slowly opening up to the idea of enjoying being around you.

“But you could just tell me because it seems that no one wants to date me,” you say.

“Y/n,” Natasha warns. “Trust me you are not the problem. I know for a fact people tell you that you are pretty all the time. You wouldn’t be a successful actress if you weren’t.”

“Maybe, but I really don’t feel pretty.”

You sit up straighter and wait for Natasha’s response.

“You’re beautiful, y/n,” Natasha says sincerely.

“Really?”

“Really. Inside and out,” she says.

“I don’t know about that,” you reply despondently.

“I know. Look I haven’t known you but a few months, but I know that you’re a good person, y/n. And that makes you more beautiful than a million other people in the same position that you’re in,” Natasha explains.

There is no hesitation in her voice. It is nothing but the truth.

#SHES SO DHES SO SO I I #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #Reblog #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #elizabethxolsenn

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Happy birthday, Hailee!!!

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Here you go lesbians

#we won #the marvels #the marvels spoilers #captain marvel #carol danvers #valkyrie #brunnhilde #valcarol #lets go lesbians #riverthelesbian #marvel

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I just feel the need to comment on how damn beautiful Fiona Dourif looks in the behind the scenes for Curse of Chucky.

That's it, that's the post.

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She is my soul 🫀

#riverthelesbian #wanda maximoff #princess Wanda #princess wanda’s crown #soul #my heart #my girl #babyyyy #live laugh lesbian #ancient origins #Persephone #victorian #18th century Victorian lady #Spotify

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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Yelena: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Natasha: *raises hand*

Wanda: *raises hand*

Shuri: *raises hand*

Kate: *raises hand*

Yelena, side eyeing violently: Kate Bishop, what was that?

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The blonde doctor ladies that bossed people around and were experts in their fields and may have had a formative influence on my childhood

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do you have any soft!mommy!wanda thots/hc? I'm feeling really anxious and i need her to comfort me 😔

Oh boy do I have soft mommy Wanda thoughts. As a fellow anxious bean, it was wonderful being able to write this <3

Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mommy Kink | 18+ Minors DNI

Mommy Wanda who can feel whenever you're anxious...literally. She's a magical being and the two of you are bonded for life, so it's not difficult for Wanda to tell when you need her the most -- especially knowing you oh-so rarely ask for help.

A lot of kisses fall on your head as Wanda wraps her arms around you. She knows just how important physical contact is at times and smothers you with it.

"You're mommy's perfect doll," Wanda tells you as she plants kisses all over your jawline, tracing it with her loving lips before repeating the motion. "Everything will be okay, little one. Mommy's got you, yeah? I'll make sure you feel so, so good."

Wanda knows how anxious you get being outside of the safety of your shared house, so she makes sure to keep you inside by any means necessary -- even if she has to call you out of work/classes and if she does the same.

Takeout is ordered so that Wanda can spend her time holding you in her arms. And when it arrives, she plops you down close to her or on her lap. "Open up, sweets," Wanda tells you as she brings the food to your lips. And when you do, she feeds it to you. "There's mommy's good pup."

Sometimes, though, you're not a fan of physical contact. You're so overwhelmed that every little thing is way too much t handle. Wanda knows to not interact much with you not because she doesn't love you, but because it'll make your mind churn even more. So when you get like that, she makes the bed for you to lay in, turns off the light of your playroom with the blinds shut, and leaves you there with nothing but your favorite food, drink, and your iPad to relax with.

"You don't have to go through this alone," Wanda tells you whenever you cry against her chest, anxious due to just about everything in your life. "Mommy's got you, angel. We'll get through this together, as a team."

She will make schedules for you, creating a structure so that your anxious mind doesn't ramble on to the point you stress yourself out more. You have a set time to wake up for work/classes, a set bedtime (which changes during the weekends), meal times (which she prepares for you), and even times when you will relax or do important tasks. But if the schedule feels too overwhelming at times, Wanda let's you forget it for a bit until it feels more comfortable.

Each day she puts up new sticky notes around the house, even on your lunch box, with a number of things she loves about you.

Her magic helps a lot. Often you will lay against Wanda and giggle as she wooshes her wiggly woos around -- sometimes even letting you nom her fingers out of amusement.

Your oral fixation is heavy, especially when you're really anxious. Wanda gets you teethers, chewable necklaces, and pacifiers. But somehow you end up nomming on your stuffed animals sometimes or doing grabby hands for Wanda to let you suck on her nipples -- which, thanks to magic, can produce milk.

Wanda likes planning relaxing activities whenever she can such as: taking you to the zoo, taking you different stores you want to spoil you rotten, going to the pool (she spends an ungodly amount of time rubbing sun screen on you), going to the beach, visiting a park and having a picnic, etc. Anything to make you feel better even just for a moment.

She's not great at cooking/baking, but Wanda takes it up just to be able to make desserts/meals for you to enjoy...and sometimes even help her make them.

Whenever you have a panic attack, Wanda practically flies to you. She will be there holding you against her and cooing that "mommy's here, everything will be okay." She grounds you until you're crying exhaustedly once it passes, and Wanda doesn't let you go even after you fall asleep that night.

And if Wanda isn't there physically, she will keep you on the phone and guide you through things you can do to help calm yourself down.

Bath time is also one of the best ways to calm you down as splashing in the soapy water with your rubber duckies/toys with mommy Wanda behind you is too relaxing not to enjoy.

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Omg my Lena and Kara playlist are next to each other how coincidental haha guess they gotta make a season 7 and make them kiss 🤷🏽‍♀️

#shh I know L is right after K #they’re alphabetical I know but #but but Supercorp #love them hehehe #riverthelesbian #follow my spotify #my infected lungs #♥️

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Tbh im so sorry for being inactive fan fiction wise school drains me so much 😶

#im sorry #i promise #riverthelesbian #meanwhile stuff just sits in #my docs #like urggghhh just finish it

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SNUG:

You hated to admit it, even to yourself in your own thoughts, but you were beginning to enjoy the feeling of being bound up in your straight jacket. In fact, you had gotten so bored when they let you out of your restraints once they determined you wouldn’t pose a risk to the nurses, that you started throwing your stuffies and spitting your food in order to be restrained again. Nothing out right violent, you didn’t want a spanking, but just enough to be put in the straight jacket. The spitting and your constant babbling on about how you didn’t belong here also made the nurses keep you constantly gagged. Again you didn’t mind, something about not being able to speak was…relieving. Things happened without you needing to verbalize. And the diaper. Oh how it softly caressed your crotch, feeling so nice and crinkly, and you could dribble away as much as you liked and it would mostly be absorbed and you could even make a stinky and the nurses would clean it up for you. You could lay and feel a constant hug all throughout your body. You were safe and secure.

#🤭🤭🤭 #me #riverthelesbian

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Crawling Back (To You)

Kinktober 2023 Master List

Pairing: Final Girl!Kate Bishop x Ghostface!Reader

Word Count: 1,606

Warnings: Dub/Non-Con, Strap-Ons, Praise, Degradation, Attempted Murder, Knife Play, Blood Play, Face Fucking | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: A small college town is cursed with a murderous presence crawling the streets and one Kate Bishop — the wannabe vigilante — gets rather close to the truth before it finds her.

“So, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

Kate frowned as the question came about. In the emptiness of her room, after the complete chaos that had been the past few days, she couldn’t comprehend where it was posed from. Looking around her room, she scanned the nearby area. And when nothing came about, she exhaustedly sighed and shook her head. 

A crazed killer had turned the college town upside down leaving a trail of bloodshed everywhere they went. As a wannabe Avenger, she took it upon herself to investigate, thought unofficially, the murders. From bloody crime scene to bloody crime scene, Kate went on an obsessive spree to find them – to find you. The more she learned about the killer, the bigger the thrill it was to seek you out. 

“You know, it’s rude to ignore guests,” the voice came again. “I thought you were a perfect, good little girl, Kate Bishop. Is that not what Eleanor instilled in you?”

Surely enough she lacked a grandiose amount of sleep, but the mention of her mother had Kate rising from her bed worryingly. She tore apart her room, hands pulling at every nook and cranny to find whoever was in her mind. Frustrated that she couldn’t find anything, the young woman let her fists fall harshly on her desk, thankful that her neighbors were out and couldn’t hear her anger come out. 

“Pretty pup is all pouty, huh?” Amusement was strewn over your features as you stepped out from the shadows donning a dark yet messily stained cloak with a white mask covering your features. The knife in your gloved hand had blood strewn over it, one matching the splatters of red on your outfit. “A little birdie told me you’ve been looking for me, Katie.”

Upon turning, Kate’s blood turned cold. She gulped down a knot of fear that never went down from her throat, her eyes widening and turning scarily dark at the sight of you. Although she prided herself in being a warrior – an experienced archer much like her idol – she was simply frozen in place, her bow too far away to bring support. 

“W-what are you doing here?” Kate tried sounding scared because for the most part she was, but a smidge of her being found excitement, clear between her legs, in being cornered in her apartment by a killer on the loose. “Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, dragging the sharp tip of the knife against her bed. “Or maybe I’ll spare you. It all depends on how well you behave, pup. You want to be a good girl for me, right? Or will you be a stupid, naughty whore?”

“Get away from me,” she cried, but Kate made no move to leave. A large part of her craved you alongside the immense darkness stemming from you. “I’ll call the cops, I-”

“On your knees, now,” you calmly told her upon standing menacingly before her. 

“I’m not getting on my fucking knees for-”

But a hand wrapping itself on her hair, gripping a fistful of hair and pulling down, put an end to her disapproving words. When forcing Kate to her knees, practically throwing her on the floor, you pressed your boot firmly between her legs. 

“I wasn’t asking,” you roared. “Now let’s see how good of a girl Kate Bishop can be.”

Surprisingly, Kate was rather willing in comparison to what you expected, but still pushed her on the bed with wails filling the room. She was dropped on the bed, her back hitting the mattress roughly before you climbed on top, your knife forever pressed against her throat, leaving small slashes on her skin. 

“Open up, pup,” you ordered, moving up to her face where you rolled your cloak to reveal a decently-sized, veiny dildo stemming from your hips. “I have a little treat for you.”

Before Kate could protest, you shoved yourself in her. Gargles were forced from the depths of her throat, her eyes widening as you stared into their blue iciness. They came as music to your ears, tightening the knot on your abdomen with the more you pushed the strap-on into her throat. 

Kate could try to wiggle herself out all she wished, but nothing was stopping you. Her heavy breaths came from her flared nostrils while she eyed you curiously. Her fingernails dug into your thighs as she found any way to ground herself as her chest heaved dangerously quick – whether it was from exhilaration or fear, she didn’t know. 

“You’re such a good cock sucker,” you couldn’t help the chuckle that came out. “Do you like that, Katie? Oh baby, you’re nothing but a dumb slut whoring herself out for my dick. Bet it tastes good, huh?”

She hated herself for it, but Kate found herself nodding, her cheeks hollowed out as she swallowed your dick.

A fistful of her hair was gripped harshly before being pulled back far enough to give you better access to her. Kate could try to spit out the toy and bite it all she wanted, but that wouldn’t stop you from gently fucking her throat for your own amusement. Besides, you enjoy that she’d put up a little fight for you to remain entertained. 

“You’ve been behaving well, hon.” Carefully, you pulled out your cock, your hand instantly flying to her mouth to prevent the woman from screaming out for help. “Perhaps someone deserves a reward for being such a good puppy.”

It’s how she ended up laying flat on her stomach, her ass up in the air for you to grip and draw your bloody blade across – her mewls only made you do it harsher. Cutting up her clothes left her in a vulnerable state of nudity that she wanted to fight against, but the wetness between her legs showed off just how needy she was for it to get better. The dull part of the knife traveled up her slit, the woman shaking as she was afraid that moving oh-so slightly would leave her in a world of pain. And once you were sated with how many juices dripped down the blade, licking your lips hungrily beneath the mask, you pulled at her hair and pressed it right on her throat. 

“It hurts,” Kate sobbed against her pillow in an attempt to muffle her fright away. “It burns so fucking bad. Please-”

“Shut up,” you huffed, the knife coming stronger against her skin until drops of blood traveled down to her chest. “You’ll fucking take everything I give you and thank me for so much as paying attention to a bitch like you. Don’t make me kill you, Katie. Because as much as I like you, I won’t hesitate to shove my knife in your stomach and hut you like a fucking pig, whore.”

“I’ll be good,” Kate promised between shallow breaths that became more difficult with the seconds that passed. The sheer unabashed lust traveling across the clammy room made an embarrassed moan leave the depths of her throat. She could feel, practically rub herself against, the tip of your dick that you happily swirled up and down her puffy pussy. “Gon’ be a good p-puppy!”

And that she was, because as soon as you thrust the strap-on into her cunt without warning, Kate didn’t let out a scream stemming from pain – instead it came with the deepest sense of sexual desire she could muster. Her legs shook as she spread them. Although not able to turn her head and watch you sinking into her pussy, she could feel every slight movement the heavy toy made to roughly stretch her velvety walls out. 

With a mind of their own, your hips slapped against her ass as they moved back and forth to drag the toy much deeper. You couldn’t help but admire just how drenched she was, making it easy for the bulbous faux penis to be shifted in her tight insides. The knife never left her skin either. As much as you wanted to fuck her into oblivion, the thought of hurting Kate was even more delicious than anything imaginable. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” Your breath, even beneath the mask, buffeted her flushed ear as your sultry words became ingrained into her mind. “Don’t you want to be an even better girl and cum for me, huh? Come on, Katie. I know you have it in you. You’ve practically been begging me to do this to you. Obsessing over a killer? How naughty, but you asked for this and I am more than willing to give it.”

The higher her pitch went, the more slashes that were stern over her skin. By the time you were finished, Kate’s skin was mostly red with violent cuts and blood decorating her previously blushing alabaster hue. With the knife thrown to the side, the blade already dull from copious usage, you let your gloved hands roam free on her ass. Between her groans and hisses of pain, Kate came undone – she knew then that it was clear she’d never live that down, and from then on her obsession with you would only quadruple. 

“Was that so fucking hard?” Kate shook her head exhaustively with dry trails of tears running down her red face. Her entire body, dressed in a gush of scarlet, shook with every slight touch running down her back. While she longed to see your face, the woman couldn’t help but grow wetter at the sole sight of the mask looking back at her. “Now be a good girl and sit still while I give you something to cry about.”

#gaggles