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[ricewrites]

they them pronouns used | warnings: college professor wanda/student reader, fighting for control, eventual dom reader, needy wanda, eager reader, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, degradation, light nipple play, roleplaying, oral in wandas classroom

tags: @httpsaliia @rosannadrinkstoforgetstarker

closing the last folder, wanda sets it down onto the table and looks up at them with a small smile. she cant help the way her eyes roam over their body, a hint of satisfaction in her smile. “how many times have I told you to not stay behind after the last student has left?” her tone gently chastising the younger standing in front of her desk.

they respond with a sheepish smile while tucking their chin, “i couldnt help it, you just look really good in that shirt.” their eyes flick to the older womans cleavage peeking through her burgundy long sleeve. their eyes flow over wandas fingers that trail over the peeking outline of her pink lace bra and the top button of her shirt. “couldnt stop looking every time you leaned over.”

a hum is let out from the older woman as she rounds her desk to stand between it and them. “you couldnt stop fantasizing, mhm?” her fingers pause at the button, tugging lightly at the material to reveal a little more.

a softer whine escapes at the sight of wandas bra and the valley of her breasts growing in front of them. “couldnt help thinking how badly i wanted to touch and suck…” their voice trails into a whisper as their hand reaches up to thumb over the revealed skin. “you know how much i love this bra on you.”

“are you going to keep admiring me or are you actually going to touch me?” wanda lets out a small chuckle, her free hand moving to undo another button.

they hum with a small huff of laughter as their hands move between her unbuttoned shirt to gently cup the lacy material of wandas bra, “youre so fucking impatient.” their thumbs caress her peaking nipple before they dip their head down to kiss her left breast just above the hem of the lace.

a gasp leaves wanda at the feeling of their hands on her, hands coming up to thread into their hair and hold their head against her breast. “seems like youre pretty eager to get your hands on me.”

“as if you werent bent over all class to show off what belongs to me.” they growl as their thumb tugs down wandas left cup to expose her entire breast. their eyes flick up to their professors face while their lips close around her nipple to suck gently on.

sounds of pleasure slip from wanda as their lips, tongue, and teeth tease her breast, her head tilting back as she lets out a moan. she pulls at their hair, tugging their head back to look up at her properly. their lips detach from wandas nipple at the tug to their locks, their tongue instantly peeking out to flatten against the hardened peak. the eye contact is intense and full of lust as they smirk at the redhead.

“gods, i should really send you to detention one day, for how often you misbehave in class.”

they pull away their tongue to laugh at wandas words, “are you trying to roleplay right now as i suck on your tit?” their hand continuing to cup her breast as their thumb raises to circle around the slick nub.

wandas expression slips into authority at their students joking, her voice growing lower in seriousness. “why dont you get on your knees in front of me.”

“professor maximoff has arrived.” they smile widely in faux innocence as they pinch the stiffened nub between their fingers before lowering to their knees. they preen under wandas commanding gaze, giggles failing to be stifled as they relax against their knees. their hands trail up wandas jeans to squeeze lightly at her thighs, “what are you going to do to me, professor?”

wandas taunting laugh doesnt stun them at all, knowing fully how mean she truly acted when she was in control. “you want to know what im going to do to you?” her lips form into a smirk as she grips their hair tight to move their head directly in front of her hips. their fingers squeeze tighter at wandas thighs as they fail to hold back their excitement as they start to giggle while theyre directed in front of wandas hips.

“youre so eager for this, arent you, honey?” the redhead moves her hand from the crown of their head to undo the button of her jeans before sitting onto her desk behind her.

they could almost feel their mouth watering in anticipation as they watched wandas fingers trail over her matching pink lace panties. “im always excited, professor.” they hum in delight at the fingers in their hair and wandas words, “just want to feel and taste you.”

“was made to be underneath you.” they mumble against the lace before their hands pushed at wandas hips to have her sit further up her desk.

wandas breathing quickens as her hands move to brace herself on the desk behind her, her gaze on their hands. “is that right, honey? you were made to get on your knees for me?”

they moan at the sight of the growing wet patch on wandas panties after pulling off her jeans, “made to eat pussy.” their vulgarity wasnt shocking at all since the redhead knew they had a naughty mouth.

“ill have to punish you for that naughty mouth of yours.” wanda says with a smirk, her teasing words coming out in a low and breathless tone as they nuzzle their nose against wet lace.

“shut up.” they laugh as they curl their arms around wanda thighs and teasingly lick at the already wet fabric, humming at the taste. their tongue flattens to lick another teasing stripe against the bright pink fabric, “just want to tear these off of you.”

the redhead gasps at the feeling of their tongue, her eyes squeezing shut at the touch, her breathing becoming more and more erratic by the second. every touch, every little tease, and every bit of contact just increases her desire and need for them, the younger student making her feel things she hasn’t before. “please, please.” wanda barely notices the pleads mumbling past her lips as her fingers squeezing tightly at the edge of the desk.

they look up in surprise at wandas incredibly needy response, their fingers moving her panties down her thighs gently. “never heard you this needy.” their eyes widen as they leans back in give a tentative lick to wandas slick folds, “have you been this wet all day?” her wetness was already dripping from her heat onto the desk underneath her.

the feeling of their tongue on her heat makes wandas back arch away from the desk, a needy moan leaving her throat as the wetness follows their tongue in sticky strands when they pull away. “fuck. since this-this morning.” she whines out as she makes eye contact with them again. the sight of her student between her legs the single hottest thing she’s seen in a long time.

“thats so hot.” they moan while their finger trails through wandas soaked folds, slick attaching to their finger tip as they pull it away and press it into their mouth to suck clean.

the sight of them being so turned on and so eager for wanda almost makes the professor lose her mind, “jesus, youre so hot.” her grip tightens even more against her desk, her knuckles turning white as her anticipation and need for them increases by the second.

they smiles at the compliment as they pull their clean finger from their tongue and push it back between wandas wet folds. they lean in to finally stop teasing and to start licking eagerly over her clit while their finger pushes into wandas squelching heat. they continue to lick up wandas wetness, eagerness growing at the older womans sounds of pleasure, before changing to sucking at her sensitive clit as they press in another finger to pump quickly into her. they curl their fingers and press upwards into wandas gspot as a sadistic idea pops in their head. there was only one time they had done this to the older women and the physical reaction made wanda so embarrassed.

the redhead almost screams in pleasure at the touch bringing her to the edge of an intense climax. she tightens her hands in their hair, her mouth dropping open as moans fall quickly from her lips. her body begins to tense and arch off the desk, her legs starting to tremble as they push her closer to the edge.

they could feel wanda clenching each time they thrusted against her gspot, knowing exactly what was going to happen. the clenching got stronger causing them to pull their fingers away and rub quickly over her clit, watery slick spraying out of her as she squirted with a scream.

wanda lets out a loud whimper when they pull away from her aching hole, the action stopping the impending climax and causing her thoughts to halt from the mix of pleasure and denial. “no, no, no. dont stop!“

they simply ignore the loud cries while pulling their fingers from wandas clit to start thrusting quickly into her her and focusing to aim at her gspot again. their free hand rests against her lower stomach to keep her from moving away from their touch.

wandas attempts to arch away from the desk at the harsh stimulation starting again, but the hand against her stomach just presses her flush against her desk. “no, no, its too-too rough.”

“shut up and take it.” they growled as they could feel the clenching around their fingers again. they continue to press against wandas squirming abdomen firmly as they pulls their fingers away to rub quickly over her clit again to make her squirt for the second time.

“no, please—” wandas pleading words are interrupted by a guttural moan as they quickly rub against her sensitive bud again, the overwhelming pleasure causing her to spray again, her whole body shaking from the intensity.

“gonna keep going til you physically cant anymore.” they taunt wanda as her wetness keeps spraying onto their tshirt. they press her further against the desk while their fingers easily enter wandas heat again.

wandas head falls back against the desk, her mind almost going blank at the words, the thought of being used and pushed to her limits like this causing her breath to catch in her throat. her bare thighs quiver harshly as slick droplets slip back to her core and the desk beneath her, “you cant, ill-” the red-head tries to speak, but her words are interrupted by another loud moan as she feels their fingers enter her again.

“youll what, wanda?” they mocked as their fingers pressed into her gspot again repeatedly to feel her clench. they dont get the chance to pull their fingers from wandas heat as she squirts all over their shirt again, her thighs trembling uncomfortably. “if only you could see yourself, wanda.”

the professors back arches off the desk again as her body shakes violently from the intense overstimulation, her words a mess of incoherent moans and wrecked sobs. she hazily look up at them with a mix of desperation in her eyes, the feeling of having lost control over herself both horrifying and insanely arousing to the older woman.

“i think you can do one more, dont you think so?” they taunted again as their fingers still didnt stop pumping into her heat regardless of her needy pleas that it was too much simulation. they dont respond as they move their hand holding wanda down to quickly rub over her clit as they thrusted against her gspot for double stimulation. tears pool underneath wandas chin the more she sobbed from the ongoing pleasure, her body feeling as if every nerve is catching on fire. they ignore and smile at her cries as they feel wanda clench the tightest she has since they started, her thighs stiffening as she squirts harshly into the air.

for a few moments, it seems like wandas brain has short circuited, her eyes rolling back as they continue their movements to wring the last intense climax from her body. they pull their fingers away at the slurred pleas and raise to their feet to lean over wanda. they dont touch her as she continues to shake from the orgasm, “did so well, professor maximoff.”

[ricewrites]

hi honey bunnies, im ninety percent done with the needy college professor wanda maximoff and eager student reader smut! i only have a few paragraphs and then revising :))

heres a sneak peek:

their eyes widen as they lean back in to give a tentative lick to wandas slick folds, “have you been this wet all day?” her wetness was already dripping from her heat onto the desk underneath her.

the feeling of their tongue against her makes wandas back arch away from the desk, a needy moan leaving her throat as the wetness follows their tongue in sticky strands when they pull away. “fuck. since this-this morning.” she whines out as she makes eye contact with them again. the sight of her student between her legs the single hottest thing she’s seen in a long time.

[ricewrites]

my current smut drafts:

peter parker climbing onto readers thigh all desperate as he struggles to cum as reader ignores him

college professor wanda maximoff and student reader fighting for control and ultimately reader makes wanda sob and squirt repeatedly

legal age gap reader nuzzling against graying tony starks half hard cock and degrading him for being a pervert

bucky barnes with an oral fixation and reader pressing their fingers against his tongue over and over

[ricewrites]

they them pronouns used | warnings: dom reader, sub bucky, mommy kink, degrading, rimming, fingering, spitting, overstimulation, couch sex?

“want mommy here?” their pointer finger brushed over buckys back entrance, “on your sopping wet and dirty hole?” they taunted him as their thumb pulled at his cheek to open his entrance to them for a moment before they looked back at his face.

buckys breath caught in his throat, his voice quiet and shaky as he spoke. "ye-yes, mommy. i need you to-to-“ his words trailed off as he gasped harshly at their next action.

they leaned forward to spit on his entrance before moving their finger over the gathered saliva and pushing it between the rings of muscle, “such a sweet boy wants naughty things.”

“so sad you dont have a pussy.” they taunted as their finger slid out to gather more saliva from their outstretched tongue to press inside, “youd squirt and drip all over the couch.” their words were vulgar while they kept their gaze on buckys entrance that was trailing with their spit.

embarrassment and shame swam through his chest at their nonchalance while speaking so degradingly, his breath still coming out in ragged gasps. “i don-dont need a-“

they leaned forward to teasingly lick at the underside of his hardened length, “you wouldnt want mommy to play with your pretty pink pussy?” their finger circled his entrance again before dipping inside and thrusting slow and deep.

their lips formed into a smirk as they watched flush grow even darker on buckys face the more they spoke vulgarly. “wouldnt want mommy to finger fuck you until you squirt all over me?” their finger curled upwards while they slowly dragged the digit out to press into his sensitive spot.

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“didnt you want this? wanted mommy to do dirty things to you?” the taunts returned as their hand moved from buckys hardening length to his thigh to keep him from bucking too hard onto their fingers. his muscles trembled underneath their moving fingers, the overwhelming pain and pleasure mixing.

“its too-too much.” his words forming around a mess of whines and sobs as their fingers started to quicken at his noises of pleasure.

“look how hard youre getting. i thought it was too much, james?” their hand against his thigh starts to trail towards his rear to spread his entrance wider for them to tongue over alongside their thrusting fingers.

[ricewrites]

do i write about reader sadistically pressing their fingertips into peters wound as they stroke him OR reader teaching inexperienced peter how to pleasure himself properly…

my requests r open :)))

[ricewrites]

peter climbing into ur lap n instantly rocking his hips against your thigh n u IGNORE HIS WHINES N SOBS TO BE TOUCHED!!!! his fingers curl around ur shirt as he struggles to cum!!!

[ricewrites]

cant stop thinking about embarrassing bucky while fingering him sigh

[ricewrites]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

college! peter parker x fem reader.

18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.

peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.

Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldn’t have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.

As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.

Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.

It was as if he did this purely for himself.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peter’s brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.

Peter liked hearing you.

Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. It’s why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.

His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red he’d gotten when you told him he couldn’t come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, he’d come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gotta…I’ll be quick.

The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, you’d let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. He’d tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. He’d said, if you let me make you come again, I’ll do your Maths work for the next week. After he’d left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.

Just…reflecting.

Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.

“Please,” you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. He’d caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air – Lavender and pear.

Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. You’d been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.

He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.

“Oh fuck – ohfuck, Peter—” you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.

He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.

The two bled into each other.

His tempo was leisurely, but that didn’t stop the heat from washing over you all at once.

You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.

Still, the ache was erratic, “So good,” you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it. 

“Move your hand, or I’ll stop,” he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, “lemme hear you.”

Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.

You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.

You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, you’d never seen that before.

“Gotta be kidding me,” you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, “’ M’sorry,” he mumbled, “usually I wait till I get home, but you’re just so hot.”

You had to stay completely still, or you’d burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?

Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.

Peter hummed, “couldn’t help myself.”

You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home – cheeks still wet with you – and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.

He was far too pretty to stay quiet.

The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.

Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.

Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.

He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.

“Oh fuck,” he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.

“Make me come,” you whispered, “and I’ll put you in my mouth.”

Peter had never moved so fast in his life.

[ricewrites]

continuation of this. mdni 18+. not proof read.

peter parker is usually patient - however - when it comes to sitting on your cock it’s a different story. not it be mistaken he can sit for a while but then he starts whimpering, whining, and letting it soft moans because you’re so deep and youre being mean cause you won’t move. peter will try to slowly grind his hips back and forth hoping you won’t notice but of course you do. just put your hands on his waist. and squeeze and he’ll stop moving. make him sit still long enough and he will start crying. it always starts off with little sniffles though, then the tears. if you point that he has tears running down his face he will bury is head into your neck bc he’s embarrassed at your teasing. feel free to cut off his begging by thrusting into him though. peter definitely wouldn’t mind.

[ricewrites]

Sleepy Reader cockwarming Tony while he’s working on stuff in the lab at like 3AM

i need me an arrogant asshole of a man </3

if you stay in this position any longer, you're sure to have lines to mar the span of your cheek, forged only by the rumpled fabric of the old tee that tony's wearing. fatigue is a heavy weight against your eyelids, and you're struggling to keep them peeled open as you wriggle atop his shifting cock.

he huffs, screwdriver in clattering against the glass desk when he drops it with exaggerated frustration. "was something lost in translation?" he gripes, wrestling himself away from you so that you're forced to maintain your posture, albeit it being slouched. "because if i remember correctly, you're meant to stay still."

pouting, your face drops. "you're moving too." you remind him, brows pinching together. "how come you get to move?"

his brows fly up to his hairline, and he rolls a tongue over his top row of teeth for a second, as if contemplating your answer. "what part about working did you not understand, sweetheart?" he fires back, fingernails scraping against your scalp when he weaves his fingers back in your hair and hauls you back against his shoulder. "you are all kinds of stubborn."

you blink, fatigued, against the soft fabric, not even trying to reign back yawn that muscles its way through. "lemme sleep already."

his dick swells inside you when you tighten sleepily around him, and he tilts his chin down to bury a kiss in your hair. "are you actively napping?" he continues to push. "you are missing out."

[ricewrites]

guidelines

if you are a minor, i will instantly block you

i do not write: incest, noncon, pedophilia, ect

i do write: nasty nasty smut (mostly sadistic dom reader/submissive character, dacryphilia, overstimulation, omorashi, blood play, oral fixation, ect)

[ricewrites]

hear me out, mob boss Tony Stark smoking a cigar while you sit on his lap and he gently plays with your pussy!!!! and in the meantime the two of you also share a glass of his best whiskey... I bet that would be his favorite way to unwind after a hard day

i wanna kiss your brain for sending this 😩

minors dni, pls don't copy or repost my work

warnings: teasing, fingering, overstimulation, italian mob boss tony 😏

tony stark masterlist

You were sitting on Tony's lap with your white lacey panties pushed to the side while he buried his knuckles in your cunt. His other hand held a cigar. The smell invades your senses as you try your best to keep still and not spill the amber liquid that was in the glass you were holding. 

“Such a pretty little pussy, squeezing my fingers so tight.” He groans, slowly thrusting in and out of your heat. “Don’t spill my whiskey, amore mio.” a warning as you start to squirm. 

 You weren’t sure how many orgasms he’d pulled from you. You could barely feel your legs, and Tony’s pants were soaked with your arousal, permanently marking them with your scent.  

“I won’t, daddy.” You whine, trying to focus on the glass instead of how good his fingers feel. 

Tony came home stressed from all his meetings, texting you to wait in his office with a glass of whiskey and his favorite lingerie set. You expected him to down his drink and fuck you senseless, but instead, he patted his lap and insisted on just playing with your pussy, calling you his “stress reliever." 

How could you deny him that? 

You watched as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, your arousal glistening in the light as he sucked them into his mouth, moaning at your sweet taste. “You want a taste?” He asked, and you eagerly nodded as you parted your lips. 

A mixture of whiskey and your arousal hit your tongue, you moaned as your tongue swirled around his fingers to get every last drop. He watched, almost hypnotized, as you sucked on his finger, big doe eyes staring back up at him. 

He set his cigar on the holder and took the whiskey glass from your hands, taking a swig, then placing the glass on his desk. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he trailed them down your sternum and stomach before pressing against your swollen and oversensitive clit. 

At the same time, he presses his lips against yours, swallowing your gasp as he drags you closer to your orgasm. His tongue slips past your parted lips, roaming your mouth as he draws you closer to your orgasm. You dig your nails into his arm when he thrusts his fingers into your cunt, almost instantly hitting a spot that has your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Feels good, huh?” He groans, putting his palm flushed against your clit to stimulate it while he curls his fingers inside you. 

“S’good.” You whine, back arching as he uses his free hand to grab you hips, keeping you seated on his lap. “Gonna cum!” 

Your legs shake as your release washes over you, muscles stiff and vision blurry. Tony’s movements don’t stop, he makes sure to drag it out for as long as possible, loving how you turn into putty afterwards. 

“Good girl, you’ve made such a mess.” He whispers in your ear. 

You look up at him with glazed eyes, barely registering his words, only attempting to jerk away when he pulls his fingers out only to place them on your clit once again. 

“Can’t. S’too much.” You slurred but give into the painful pleasure.  “Just give me one more, amore mio. Then I’m going to need you to clean up the mess you’ve made.”

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[ricewrites]

hi hi! im rice, a slow writer with a dirty mouth :)

im twenty four, autistic, and a sadistic dom

my requests and asks are open <3

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