we need to give cecil a gun
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I lied. About what? About everything. All of this— the land, the Americas, all of it. Your sons are going to fight forever, Zepheniah. There will be no end to this. You will never have a worthy heir. I guarantee it. I will be right here. Watching them fight until they die.
THE ADMINISTRATOR in TEAM FORTRESS #7 - THE DAYS HAVE WORN AWAY
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[…] love is my religion—I could die for that.
it’s valentine’s day. ceo!ambessa gifts you flowers.
abstract: ambessa wants you. more: she wants you to chase. the problem is the time it takes—you’re a tough nut to crack, and the woman has never been good at waiting.
cw: ceo!ambessa x assistant!reader, groping, kissing, shy ambessa for .002 secs but don’t tell anyone, sub/dom themes, corporal punishment (r!reader), voyuerism, ambessa has you masturbate in front of her, older woman x younger woman, reader is fat/plus sized
wc: 3.9k
fic inspired by this artwork by @/RoseYSD13 on twitter. heart skipped like 12 full beats. header inspired by the lovely @hcneymooners.
the year marches onwards.
if you catch the day early enough, time seems to pause and suspend; a breath you could almost hold in your hand.
it’s four in the morning—and so ambessa changes in her office today. and you stand, staring forward, only stealing glances when her back is turned.
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00valentina-does-things00-deact
Anonymous asked:
GIRL LISTEN- this request is...strange kind of but bear with me.
What if we got sevika, ambessa AAND grayson (yes all together) x reader where they all pleasure the reader (maybe each other too?) I don't know I just can't get it put of my mind, I always see sevika x ambessa x reader and think to myself "gosh if only grayson was added in there too..."
ANYWAYS THE YOUR WORKS ARE JUST PERFECT ILY💌💗🎀
(Thank you for asking this)
♡♥︎Triple threat♥︎♡
Warnings: Fingering, strap on sex, rough sex, throat fucking, being passed around between Grayson, ambessa and Sevika.
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Anonymous asked:
Ambessa Medarda x wife reader smut
𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄
Ambessa's hand cradled your face, her strap deep inside as she kissed your face and down to your jawline.
Her thrusts were deep, rough, asserting the default dominance she had over you.
Her other hand held both of yours above your head, gently caressing your ring as she moved inside you.
Your body squirmed in response to her rough movements, the slight bulge in your belly, the gentleness and firmness behind it everything she did.
The squelching noises, moans, and praises echoed in the room. "There, child, taking me so good," Ambessa whispered in your ear, leaving a hickey right beneath it.
Your back arched off the bed, hips rolling back against her, receiving a chuckle from her. "Patience, dearest." She'd lecture, slowly increasing her pace.
She tried to show restraint in her thrusts, but the way your eyebrows knitted together in desperation for her made it all disappear. She pumped in and out of you, taking in all the pretty moans leaving your plump lips.
"God, so messy, is this all you know to do, dear?" She whispered again, words raspy and hips stuttering.
"Hng— 'Bessa, so close—" You whimpered, your teeth sinking into her shoulder, chest to chest. Her pace increased, thrusts still sloppy with how the harness bumped at Ambessa's clit.
You came undone, your orgasm crashing into you, tears welling at your waterline. Her hand restraining yours came to move against your clit, helping you ride your high.
Your hands instantly wrapped around her larger frame, scratching at her back, rocking your hips slightly as the high left.
"Did so," her words drawled, kissing your neck and chest softly, "So good, dear."
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"The Bride" not having a name outside of her relation to a man she wants nothing to do with. Her body being constantly objectified and sexualized before she was even conceived. Her face, her torso, even each of her individual, rotting limbs being carefully selected to fit the sexual preferences of an absolute stranger. Her skull being beaten in and manhandled during a man's jealous outburst, her head rolling to the ground like an inanimate object. The story of Marilyn Monroe's body. The way women cannot rest even in death.
The constant expectation of who The Bride will be before she even is. The way patriarchal societies buy pink onesies and Barbie cribs and headbands with bows before a baby is even born. The stain of forever being "just" a woman. The way this mirrors Eric's flowers, the way he love-bombs her and lays ownership to her before she's even developed consciousness.
The way Eric insists that his bride doesn't need to develop basic language skills or even a rudimentary understanding of the world around her, because her education doesn't directly benefit him. The way he was created to usher in a new era of scientific discovery for mankind, while she was created only to please him. The Biblical story of Eve being carved from Adam's rib. The way organized religion trains women to believe that their only use lies in being obedient and subservient to the men around them.
The Bride being continuously punished for her sexual awakening, for any exercise of her own autonomy or free will. The way the only “love” she has ever known was brutally murdered because she refused to cater to the expectations of the men around her, because she denied the title that was thrust upon her at birth. The way that men have always done this to women— labeling us as "jezebels" or "harlots" or "whores" or "bitches" or "sluts" for refusing to fall into a role we never consented to performing.
And, of course, the fact that Eric continues to feel entitled to her body even after she tells him no in every conceivable way. "Why won't she let me touch her?!" The parallels between his behavior and that of so many incels who believe that women exist solely to serve their purposes. "She is to love me!" The way that, after losing her, he spends his time partying on yachts with models and playgirls, because that's all women are to him... just pretty objects. The way he bastardizes the word "love" because he's never taken the time to know or love her, not really.
The inherent trauma of her birth and nature— the way the horrorshow of her creation reflects the unspoken horror of every woman's creation. "She is but a cluster of fear and not knowing."
Ohhhhh Mary Shelley I fear you would love this show...
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⋆ down and out, you got me beggin' for thread.
milf!landlord!ambessa x oblivious!f!reader. men & minors dni. synopsis: in your defense, you just thought she was being an attentive landlord. and then the dinner happened. cw: landlord!ambessa, milf!ambessa, oblivious!reader, age difference, older woman/younger woman, domination, dom/sub, dom!ambessa, sub!reader, ambessa puts you in your place i fear, sweet!reader, oral sex, cunnilingus (ambessa!receiving), bessa has a clit hood piercing whoops, face riding, vaginal fingering (r!receiving), overstimulation, strength kink, praise kink, rough body play, reader is large-chested, cfnf (clothed female, naked female), crawling, kneeling, hair pulling, dirty talk, flirting, seduction, ambessa clocking your shit, she ain't new to this but she's true to this & she's gonna wear you out. notes: i have nothing to say for myself.
in your defense, you just thought she was committed to being a really lovely landlord.
you’d been somewhat isolated from the rest of your neighbors in the condominium, having moved in late and missed all the arranged social activities. they regarded you as a strange little creature—thick hair in an unruly shock, a mouth so full it seemed perpetually pouting. work kept you coming home late most nights, shoes in hand as you climbed the wooden stairs quietly, mindful of the many elderly residents whose comfort you took care not to disturb.