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cythena · 1 year ago

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ CLOSER

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " i just can't leave you alone "

synopsis . . . choso is so infatuated with the shy girl from his forensics class. his hobbies outside of school make it so easy to get to know more about her but he just wants to get closer to her.

warnings . . . college au, ghostface!choso, reader is very sick in the head, dubcon, dark content, reader has longish hair but the texture can be in whatever way you want, breeding, slapping, hair pulling, bdsm (not with reader), choking, breaking n entering, stalking, porn, choso is a huge creep, voyeurism

notes . . . 2.7k words, 10 minute read, a little longer than usual. this is not not sum light but iykyk. so proceed with caution if you're concerned.

his eyes are attached to every movement you make. it could be anything. you clicked your pen, your head slightly tilting to the left, your sigh after glancing at the clock. he noticed it all. he loved it. it was the way he passed his time at 10 in the morning. unfortunately, this was the only avaliable time for this class but fortunately for choso, it was the same time you picked.

you were a dream; pouty lips and doe eyes fit your soft face. then he could drag his eyes down to your chest, admire your waist, and fantasize about your hips. he had an hour of time with you, albeit a table away from you, but still. for an hour, he memorized every feature he could to save later for his sketchbook.

he would arrive early just to see you walk in, and sometimes you would walk past his seat. on those days, he would catch a whiff of your delicate perfume. it was sweet vanilla, soft. you'd think it would fit you. you looked very sweet, with your hair styled with bows and a large collection of skirts. your voice rose in pitch whenever your existence was acknowledged by others.

but choso's seen you. he's really seen you — in such a raw state that no one had the faintest clue about it. you're very forgetful, leaving your curtains open like you wanted him to watch. you were such a tease. your room was true to your aesthetic. he watched you open up your sanrio decorated laptop and settle into your lush bed. from his angle, he could see the screen with you.

you leaned against your pillows as your fingertips moved naturally to a website. the sight excited him to the core and he started spinning his various rings around his fingers. he wasn't dumb, he knew you would get lonely. but he wasn't sure what site you were on. nevertheless, he was so interested in what softcore video caught your eye. you weren't into the dirty stuff. you liked it clean, amateur for sure.

to his surprise, your video was nothing of the sort. a masked man pulled on the bare girl's chain. her skin was red and dripping. a grin spread across her lips as the huge man slapped his cock on her face. your hand was already between your legs. your pajama top had the first few buttons popped open while your other hand palmed your tit.

choso's cock hardened at the view. your lips parted as you played with yourself. he was eager to join you, but he stopped himself — forced himself to burn the moment into his memory. the priceless sight needed to stay with him forever.

the woman and the video was tossed onto the bed. the camera propped in front of her face but a majority of the man was visible. his upper body towered over her as a large hand left bright marks onto her ass. her face contorted in pleasure. choso wondered how your face really looked now. he wanted to hear your sounds.

your thighs clenched together around your hand. your shoulders caved in and your entire body shook. choso's breath quickened. the man in the video wrapped his hand around her neck. he yanked her against his chest while keeping her pinned by the waist.

you quickly pressed a hand over your mouth while your eyes shut. chills racked through choso's spine. he wasn't sure he blinked until you were settled in your bed again and your laptop was shut. his hand clutched the neck of his shirt, now feeling warmer than before.

he took a moment to gather himself. his legs felt like jelly. he sank down to the grass outside your window but stared at your windowsill. the small window of light shining on the grass suddenly snapped off. you finally shut the curtains and he knew it was time to go. standing up, he felt an odd warm feeling in his pants.

looking down, he could barely see the faint glistening on his dark pants.

"fuck..."

that was months ago. over time, he's felt closer to you. you've shared so many intimate moments together, unknowingly. in his mind, you've consummated your love on numerous occasions. but it still wasn't enough. he wanted to really touch you.

he wanted to kiss you and caress your hips. in the same thought, he imagined his knuckles rubbing against your scalp as he pulled your hair back. he knew you would love that. your dirty searches told him many secrets. they helped him collect so much information about you.

there were a few attributes those videos shared. they were nasty, dirty, spit and cum covered those girls entirely. those girls were treated like a personal pets to serve those men. but the one that was in every single video, no matter the genre...those men were always masked.

even the nights you decided to take a softer route, the man's identity was unknown. it seemed you had a strong taste for the mystery. he's never seen you take a second glance at any video with a man's face.

he was so proud to know this about you. he watched you walk past him every day and all he could think about was how you would feel if he was the man and you were his to use. you'd be a toy he could never get tired of. he's felt a cord attach the two of you ever since. it was made of the secrets you shared.

the videos started getting more intense, more bloody and brutal, and your orgasms became harsher. this video had the man forcing himself into the unsuspecting girl's room. the man covered her mouth to stop what choso assumed were her loud moans.

choso watched your heaving chest. you're such a sick freak, he thought but he wondered...if watching it made you cum so hard, then would experiencing it be even better? an unknown and unexpected man having his way with you. he cock ached with the desire to climb through your window and test your theory.

you were much earlier today, choso had barely arrived and settled in to wait for you when you walked in. he was sliding his rings on his fingers again when he heard your footsteps. you looked so adorable. you wore a white tank top with a cute bow decorating your cleavage and a brown skirt. you were so effortlessly pretty in his eyes.

your perfume was different today too. you must've run out of your vanilla pearl. he loved the scent so much he went a bought a bottle to remind him of you. he'd spray it on his shirts every night. this new scent was fresh, floral. it was so light and refreshing. the charming mixture of flowers was irresistible. it lingered around him.

"excuse me, choso, would it be alright if i moved to sit with you? i'm sorry, i just wanted to see better."

you nervously tugged on the strap of your bag. your index and thumb toyed with the cat pin on it. the smile forced itself onto his face. he hoped it wasn't scaring you. there was no stopping the joy of hearing you say his name.

"yeah, that's alright." he even pulled the chair out for you to sit with him. the table had enough space for the both of you yet he scooted it a little closer to his side.

minutes of silence passed. choso had decided to entertain himself with your his sketchbook. it was his but the only thing he could bring himself to draw was you. it didn't look like that at first glance but it was you. he could draw you from his pure memory. there was you sleeping, playing in makeup, changing. one of you sitting in class caught your eye. you admired the faceless drawing.

"you're really good."

choso stopped, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. he even tried to cover some of the drawing with his palm. he could see part of your smile from the corner of his eye.

"thank you...do you wanna see more?" he offered, feeling his nerves tingling.

now you scooted closer to him. your shoulder pressed against his now. he slid the sketchbook over to the middle of you. his mind wandered and he could no longer completely focus on giving you a tour of his drawings — not when your tits were so close to him. he could ever see a little of your bra peeking out in a gap.

your nail ended up pointing to the one of you changing shirts. it was the one time you faced the window. he remembered you didn't even bother to put on a shirt again that night.

"this is the same girl, isn't it? why don't you draw her face?" you asked.

"she's too pretty, i'd never be able to do her justice."

your eyes widened, for a second you wished he was saying it about you. still, it was romantic. oh. it also meant choso had a girlfriend.

"she must be beautiful then."

you were so clueless to his affections if one could even call them that. you stared at him with what looked like stars in your eyes. he couldn't bring himself to look any further. instead, he pulled the sketchbook closer to himself and smiled at your portraits.

"incredibly."

every time choso set up outside of your bedroom window was more exhilarating than the last. it was his favorite part of the evening. it was your time together. tonight he would be doing you a favor. he felt significantly better about it knowing you'd appreciate it. he knew you better than anyone and tonight he'd proof it.

he wanted to get to you before you were ready for bed. you were in the shower for twenty minutes so when you grabbed your towel and left the room, he pushed open the window. he was careful not to dirty your clean floor as he tiptoed towards your door. he stood and waited for the water to stop running.

choso's heart raced, blood and adrenaline pumping a thousand times faster. his fingers twitched at the touch of sinking into your flesh, especially the clean skin after your shower. he ran his fingers over the textured metal and pressed against them. he was finally going to make you his even if you didn't know it was him.

time couldn't have gone by any faster. the water shut off and within minutes your footsteps came padding down the hall. he adjusted his mask in your mirror, the white ghost mask identical to the man's in the videos.

the door opened and his hand smacked over your mouth. he shoved your back to his chest and pinned you against him. he held you close, inhaling this new strawberry scent of your soap. his hand caressed the side of your hip.

"calm down," his chilling voice demanded. your breathing slowed and he relaxed as well. you stared at your reflection. this form towered over you. the towel you clutched to your chest began slipping out of your grasp.

choso steadily removed his hand from your mouth, ready to clasp it again if needed. "good girl, you can be a good girl for me. yeah, get on the bed." he patted your side and let you walk towards your bed. he stalked behind you. you turned around to face him with teary eyes. he tucked your chin between his thumb and index.

he moved your hands away from the towel and let it pool around your hips now. your soft breast filled his palm nicely. he felt like such a virgin looking at your body. it's like even when he's so close you can't help but be a little tease.

"spread, now."

you were so obedient. you followed every command like a well trained puppy. he kneeled between your spread legs, shifting the towel completely off of your thighs. your body was everything he ever dreamed of and more. he wanted a taste but this stupid mask was in his way.

he hovered over you, trapping you between him and the wall. you slapped your hand over your mouth when he snatched your neck. the mesh couldn't hide the beautiful panic on your face. your breathing quickened. he forced you to look into the droopy eyes of the mask while he unzipped his pants.

what he really wanted to do was kiss you. then, he wanted to hear his name. next time.

he didn't give you a warning when he shoved two fingers into your cunt. you squealed against your own palm — the most heavenly noise he's ever heard and it was his doing. you were at his mercy. the cold metal sent chills through your walls. he twisted and curled his fingers inside of you, pulling you closer to your finish.

he squeezed your neck enough to make your eyes cross and you go dizzy. a smile planted on your lips behind your hand. your walls contracted around his fingers and stayed tight.

he admired the strings of slick between his fingers. he needed it. he was so desperate to taste you. so he slipped his fingers underneath his mask and into his mouth where he sucked every last intoxicating drop. it seemed everything about you was sweet except that fucked up head of yours.

he yanked your legs around his waist, lining your hole up perfectly with his hard cock. the tip swept against your clit. your sensitive body reacted to every touch. he wanted you to beg for him to do something. he didn't care what it was just, beg.

he planted his hands on your waist. you clawed at his forearms while writhing. "please," you whimpered. "please, sir, i wanna feel you."

"my dirty girl." taking your breath away, he buried himself into your hole. you were so full of him it felt impossible. he gathered your wrists in one hand while slamming his cock into you.

drool dripped out the corner of your mouth stuffed with choso's thumb. you loved grabbing onto nothing and digging your nails into your own palm. you sank your teeth into your quivering bottom lip. choso laid a slap on your cheek and you moaned.

"oh! please! f-feels so good!" you gasped. moans continued to interrupt any word you could think to say. you just gave up trying to speak. he kept reminding himself that next time you'll be crying his name.

the need to feel you tighten around his cock powered him. he frantically drove himself into your hole working towards that blissful release for both of you.

he forced you further into the mattress by the neck. it was like his strength tripled when with you. it was like he was fucking a message into you. a message he wouldn't leave until he knew it was engraved in your mind.

"you're all fucking mine. all mine. say it."

"aha! yes!" you grinned. "i'm all yours!"

he dropped your bruised hands and you gripped his shoulders. your eyes crossed and rolled back into your head. your body convulsed as you tried to steady yourself with his shoulders. you felt your legs go weak and slip from his waist.

he flipped you over to your knees, his thick hands grabbed onto your waist while pushing you into the bed. it was pure instinct at this point. he brought his hand deep into the strands of your hair. using this, he made you squeal when he yanked your head back. tears fell from your doe eyes.

every signal in body told him he needed to fill you and he wasn't going to stop until he did. he let out a heavy growl with his head throw back as his cum spilled into you. he stayed inside you, forcing his seed to stay inside you.

"thank you," you breathed. choso rubbed your bruised hips and other darker spots littered across your body. he inhaled your scent again before pushing himself off of you. he watched you roll onto your side and close your eyes.

the next school day, you took your seat next to choso. you bounced into class with a bright smile. today your perfume was new. it was a sweet strawberry scent that filled his nose. he is cheeks heated up, remembering your smell that night.

"good morning choso," you smiled as you began unpacking your bag.

"good morning y/n."

choso shut his sketchbook and spread his palm over it. something you dropped clattered on the desk. looking back down, he saw one of his rings spinning around. he swept it up and slid it back on his finger.

"i knew it looked familiar but i think there was one more. could you come get it tonight?"

of course you knew. you shared every sick fantasy with him. "i'll be there tonight."

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wandasaura · 1 year ago

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SONG IN THE CAR

summary — wanda just wants to check that you’re not lying, but you can only keep yourself together for so long before you beg natasha to fuck you in the car

warning(s) — established relationship, married wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink, subspace, public play, inspection kink, butt plugs, packing, strap-on usage, mentions of edging, mentions of spanking, doggy style, car sex, semi-public sex, degradation, praise, dumbification, mentions of free use, finger sucking, oral fixation, men/minors dni

authors note — i’m not even going to apologize for what this turned into because once i started i just kept adding the most unhinged things. as always, this doesn’t need to be read with the yail series but it might make more sense if it is. the ending is a wee bit rushed but i wanted to get this out for you, so i hope you enjoy!

you are in love

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

A strangled whine falls off the tip of your tongue when Wanda trails her fingers across the small of your back. The interior of the store is cold, the electric hum of an air conditioning unit almost as loud as the music that plays through speakers hidden within different vents around the clothing store. You can’t even fathom what business Wanda and Natasha have being in a shop that’s blasting brain melting pop tracks, but they dragged you inside at the first sight of the large LED letters out front.

You’ve lost sight of Natasha, the Russian made a dramatic show of escaping toward the back wall merely seconds after Wanda dragged you over to look at a rack of denim shorts. The store was geared more toward a generation around your age, the elements of both boho aesthetic and minimalism felt almost too trendy to be authentic, but if you weren’t so… overwhelmed, to put it sweetly, you would’ve vocalized just how much you liked the style of clothes that sat folded precisely on the shelves surrounding you.

Wanda’s hand lingered on the small of your back for longer than an appropriate second. Despite the cold store that threatened to erase all memories of the sweltering heat outside, the Sokovian’s hands were the perfect cross between just barely warm and unacceptably frigid. The longer they sat on the exposed skin of your back – the baby tee Natasha had picked out for you to wear hugging your ribs tightly and subsequently allowing both her and Wanda access to your sensitive spine – the harder it became to not envision them falling lower and lower until they found a place between your thighs for the second time that day.

You weren’t looking at Wanda, intentionally avoiding her strong stare and focusing intensely on the white shelves that adorned the walls. You didn’t need to glance at her to feel the devilish smirk that rested across the very lips that had wrapped around your clit and left you needy only a handful of hours earlier to know that it was there and obnoxious. Natasha had kissed her in the car and claimed smugly that Wanda’s tongue still tasted of you, but neither had offered any assistance in relieving the sticky situation between your thighs.

When Wanda’s question went unanswered a second time, the question being if you liked anything in particular around the store, a perfectly sculpted brow rose in your direction and the attention you’d been putting on the racks of clothing became a fascination of the past. A slender finger cradled your jaw, cold against your flushed skin but not icy enough to flinch away from instinctively. The subtle gesture had forced your eyes away from the t-shirts and baby-tees you’d been meticulously staring at, and rather onto a set of twinkling green eyes. Wanda’s lips were still curved upward into a smirk, but they twinged with something dangerous as she set her gaze on your dilated pupils and permanently pink cheeks.

“Mommy asked you a question, milaya. What’s got you so distracted?” Wanda pouts, her lips teasing and thin as they purse in an attempt to ward off a sickening grin of mischief that she wore mere seconds beforehand. She knows exactly what’s distracting you, she’d been the one to suggest this little game when Natasha decided she wanted to go shopping, but still she feigns innocence as you come undone in a disgusting public mall.

Despite having an answer on the tip of your tongue, you can’t find the courage to share it with Wanda. There shouldn’t be any reason for you to vocalize your feelings when she’s already aware, despite her trying to break you down time and time again. Instead, you settle for something simple, and certain enough to wind her up a good deal. “Nothing.” The word doesn’t roll off your tongue as easily as you would’ve liked. It’s choppy and cuts like a dagger, but it sits lightly in the air between both of your warm bodies as Wanda takes the time to process what you’ve just said. Or rather, how you’ve just blatantly lied to her.

“Oh, nothing’s distracting you, baby?” Wanda coos, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side as her eyes threaten to unravel the web of lies you're spinning. You don’t even have a chance to answer before she’s gripping your jaw, the pad of her thumb pressing into the hollow of your cheek while her pointer fingers sentence the other side of your face to the same fate. Her grip is tight, controlling, but not harsh enough to actually hurt. She’s mastered the art of grabbing you in a way that stuns you into submissive silence, and though you’re in public where anyone can see, she doesn’t seem to mind holding all the cards in her one-handed grip. “So if Mommy put her hand in those pretty panties you’ve got on, she wouldn’t find a sticky mess?”

There are two choices here, you can either deny the accusation and save a sliver of your dignity that’s waning fast as the day progresses, or you can agree with her accusation and hope that your honesty satisfies her need to be right in this moment; either choice will lead to her hand in your panties, you’re not dumb enough to believe that she’ll drop the act when you’re already this far in, but there’s still defiance burning in your belly that deceives you enough to believe you’ll walk away with the upperhand. Hastily, not thinking much of the consequences, your head shakes from side to side in the negative. You’ve decided to save yourself the embarrassment of admitting that your panties are absolutely drenched by no fault of your own, it’s entirely her fault and she knows that. The movement is little, restrained to small jerks due to the hand on your jaw, but Wanda feels it, and she quirks an eyebrow. “I need words.” She tightens her grip, forces your lips to pucker and your cheeks to ache from how her fingers sit flush against your teeth.

“N-No.” It takes all of your strength to answer her, and even still all of your mustered up courage leaves a fierce blush sinking into the apples of your cheeks and across the tips of your ears, but a fire lights in Wanda’s eyes at your prolonged battle to remain coherent. You’ve been fighting her on decisions all day, trying to keep your head above the surface and your thoughts clear, but there’s only so much clarity in a moment like this. Nobody can blame you for falling beneath the thumb of the hottest lawyer in the world when you’re quite literally putty in her hands.

“Oh, well then I guess you won’t mind if I check for myself, will you, detka?” You’d discussed this new kink a week ago. You’d agreed to what she called inspections with no hesitancy, though a healthy bit of embarrassment at the prospect of her being able to feel your sopping cunt whenever she pleased, but you’d agreed and even anticipated the moment she decided to put your agreement to good use. You hadn’t expected her to be so bold as to cash in on your agreement in one of the most densely populated shopping malls in the state of New Jersey, but there was no getting around it now. Still, your eyes fluttered away from hers, anxiously scrounging the small boutique style store for other customers or cameras.

Your eyes only found two figures, and one was distinctly Natasha who had styled her red hair in dutch braids before you left the house. For a second, you wondered if this had been the plan all along; to get you into a store where nobody else dared to shop because of the steep prices and violate you into submission, though you wouldn’t technically call Wanda’s premistion a violation, but… still. The only employee that stood on the floor was a smaller woman with silky chestnut hair, and she occupied a space next to Natasha against the far back wall as the two engaged in a conversation that looked to be revolving around a red bikini top your girlfriend held up to her chest. It complemented her hair nicely, would do absolute wonders for her boobs, but she had no real interest in the article if the pinch between her brows was evidence enough.

Despite the reassurances you found, you met Wanda’s gaze again and choked out a strangled whisper, “Somebody’s going to see.” The blush on your cheeks was sheerly a factor of your mortification, but Wanda seemed to crave to deepen the sharp color on your face as the hand not gripping your face began its ascent toward your core. The flowy white skirt Natasha had picked out for you allowed her access without a fuss, and when her fingers tickled the sensitive interior of your thighs, you couldn’t help but instinctively part your legs for Wanda’s quest.

“Shh,” The Sokovian shushed you sweetly, her hand loosening its grip on your jaw but never falling away fully. Her eyes searched yours, practically looking through you as she assured that you were okay to continue, anticipating the moment the safeword fell off your lips and all of her movements stopped. You’d never stop adoring her caution in moments like these. “Let Mommy do the thinking, sweetheart. Little girls don’t need to be worrying about anything other than their Mommy.” Her words fell onto you thickly, and a pout pulled at your lips as they sunk in. That submissive headspace all three of you adored was creeping up on you slowly, and her infantilizing words merely accelerated the process as you blinked at her slowly.

The hand on your thigh brushed across your mound tauntingly slow, and for a second, you’d forgotten that you weren’t going to receive anything from her touch when it finally came. There would be no pleasure to spiral through your core when her fingers found a home beneath the drenched material of your panties. All that would come from her touch was embarrassment and more frustration. You gasped when Wanda’s ring trailed down the warm skin of your cunt, tracing a path downward until it fell onto your clit almost perfectly. Your hips startled at the cold sensation, but Wanda merely shushed you as the tips of her fingers sought out the source of your arousal. She hummed inquisitively, the pad of her finger pressing against your sopping entrance for merely a moment before it was gone and she was trailing strings of your wetness back up to your clit.

“You’re so wet, utenok. No wonder you’re having such a hard time listening to Mommy. I bet it’s so hard to think when your pretty little pussy is just crying for attention.” Wanda mused mockingly, the pads of her fingers circling your clit that throbbed and ached for actual relief, but the pleasure never came. As quickly as her hand had dipped into your underwear and sought out your intimacy, they’d fallen away and resettled on your hips. The sticky thinness of your arousal smeared against your exposed skin kissed beautifully from the summer sun, and you knew she had every intention of making you walk through the mall with a patch of glimmering dampness adorning your body that you’d never have the courage to explain if someone questioned it. A deep blush settled across your cheeks, but Wanda wasn’t finished yet. Before you could reach out to her and tangle your fingers into the softness of her t-shirt, she was spinning you around and forcing your back against her chest. “Mommy’s not finished yet. Be a good girl and stay quiet while she checks something.”

You’d almost had the chance to question her intentions before the words were stolen from between your bitten lips and the softest gasp of pleasure fell from you instead. Wanda’s fingers, still glistening with your arousal, had found a home beneath your skirt and against the base of the plug nestled deep within your ass. You’d only started trying the plugs out a couple weeks ago, but in that span of less than fourteen days they’d become something you adored and hated equally. The deep pleasure that came from constantly feeling full was insatiable and you craved it whenever Natasha pulled it out too soon, but you’ve grown to hate how every soft step shifted it against you perfectly, and especially how no matter which position you attempted to sit in it presses deeper and deeper into you without remorse. Wanda’s fingers circle the crimson red jewel framed between the globes of your ass, cheeks still pink from a spanking you’d received yesterday. The touch is soft, gentle, caring even, but when you think she’s about to pull away and end her little experiment, she taps harshly on the center plug twice, sending sparks of pleasure through your body and into your already fuzzy head.

“So full for Mommy. Those panties are absolutely ruied, moya lyubov’.” Wanda pulls her hand out of your panties, spinning you back around in her arms and cradling you close to her chest as you shake and try to comprehend the fact that for right now, that simple touch was all you’d be getting. You’d think she almost felt an ounce of sympathy for your desperate form if she wasn’t wearing such a cocky smirk. “You’re being such a good girl, detka. Maybe we should keep you like this, huh? All full and eager to be fucked. Daddy could just bend you over anywhere and you’d take it, wouldn’t you?” Wanda preened into your ear, her words thick with lust and traces of an accent you’ve begun to memorize. You’re not sure whether to nod your head and agree, because it’s true, you’d let Natasha fuck you anywhere she wanted to right now, you’re not oblivious to the fact that she’s packing your favorite strap beneath those denim shorts adorning her toned legs, or to shake your head and beg for her to not let that happen. You’re not sure you’ll be able to survive in this state for another couple hours, let alone for however long they deem acceptable. “Huh, answer Mommy, baby. Do you want Mommy to keep you like this forever? Want to be ready to use whenever Mommy and Daddy feel the need to take you?”

“I-I want you, Mommy.” You pleaded, shaking your head frantically at the suggestion that rolls off of Wanda’s lips like its been imprinted onto the tip of her tongue for decades. The Sokovian smirks, drawing you in closer to her chest and letting her forehead rest against yours, her deep sage eyes peering into your soul with how intensely she stares down at you.

“You have me, baby.” She soothed your downturned lips with a gentle kiss, her touch soft and smooth yet harboring a lingerance of artificial strawberry chapstick if you thought about her taste long enough. The embrace was fleeting, entirely too short, but it had your head spinning when she pulled away and greeted Natasha who you hadn’t even noticed had come up beside you. “Come on,” Wanda patted your ass deliberately, jostling the plug just softly enough to have you hyper aware of its presence but not earning pleasure. “we still have a couple of stores to hit.”

“I was thinking we stop by that store you like, ducky. We can see if they have any of those little pins you were talking about?” Natasha places a firm hand on your back, her eyes kind but tinted with lust that has settled deep within her stare permanently since Wanda wiggled the plug between your cheeks. There’s a hint of knowingness in her smile, an indication that she knows perfectly well what had just happened between you and her wife.

The proposition of spending another handful of hours surrounded by incompetent strangers with no regard for others and continuous sounds that blended into static chatter didn’t sound appealing, but unless you called red, they weren’t taking you home. Reluctantly, you took Natasha’s hand, allowing the lawyer to lead you out of the boutique and toward a store much more your style. Wanda’s hand stayed firm on the small of your back as Natasha took the lead, but your focus had fallen beneath the waves as you surrendered to them entirely.

A desperate whine slipped past your lips as Wanda pulled you into her chest, toned arms still warm from the sun wrapping tightly around your torso and keeping you still. The dressing room was saturated in gold plated decor and embellishments, illuminated by a chandelier framed with dazzling crystals worth more than your entire college education. Natasha had dragged the both of you into the high-end designer store with the hopes of them having their new summer collection, and much to your annoyance, they did. The bold colored suits were a powerful statement, she’d look absolutely delectable in them, but that was exactly what you were worried about. The thought of her in a suit so expensive and sleek sent tingles through your belly that couldn’t just be ignored, especially not with your already existing desperation. Wanda wasn’t blind to your frustration, and she smirked wickedly down at you the second Natasha had slipped behind the heavy fitting room door.

“Shh, Mommy just wants to check.” She whispered against the shell of your ear, a cold hand trailing up the inside of your thigh that is absolutely drenched with arousal. Your eyes burn into hers as you both become controlled by lust, already blown pupils somehow finding additional blackness to manipulate until the color in Wanda’s eyes is entirely vacant. Your bottom lip is bitten and quivering as you feel her fingers start to massage your slick coated folds, a shaky breath at the back of your throat desperate to be unleashed. “Oh, you’re so wet sweetheart. Did Mommy do this to you?”

You nod shortly at her question, aware of how close the tips of her cold fingers are coming to your clit every time she strokes the length of your folds, but each time they never brush against your stiff and throbbing nerve, merely coming close enough to tease before they’re gone. She circles your entrance repetitively, pressing against it only to pull away seconds later and trail her fingers back down toward the plug, but she never fully grazes that either. She’s content to keep playing with your body like a toy in the middle of the fitting room, her lewd actions have entirely drowned out the sounds of Natasha throwing different articles of clothes around in the dressing room just a few feet behind you, your focus entirely on her and the sensations she’s provoking cautiously.

“Oh she did? Mommy did this? What a little slut, getting so worked up and Mommy’s not even touching you fully. You’re so easy, dorogaya” Wanda continues to tease condescendingly, giving you not a single second of relief as she digs her fingers harder into your cunt on the last swipe across your panties before she’s hooking her fingers into the waistband and tugging them down.

Your eyes go wide as you look up at her fully, your shoulders tensing as she keeps tugging the soiled garment down your thighs. “W-What are you doing?” Your skirt is short, it’s flowy and it’s thin but that was Natasha’s entire goal when she dressed you that morning. You know that despite the length every intimate part of your body is covered, but you weren’t prepared to challenge the wind once you stepped outside again.

“Color?” Wanda stops her movements, her voice soft and kind as she keeps her eyes on you. Everything before this point had been a discussion that you’d had time to prepare yourself for, but this was unplanned and admittedly terrifying, and yet your belly clenched at the prospect of her undressing you in a public space and forcing you to walk around with no barrier to catch your arousal.

“G-Green.” You mumbled back at her once you’d taken a second to collect your thoughts and swallow your shock. Wanda nodded curtly before she slipped right back into her role, eyes hard and jaw clenched as she continued pulling your panties down before tapping your thigh in a silent demand for you to step out of them.

“Then stop talking and let Mommy do what she wants.” Her voice was hard, leaving no space for you to argue, but you weren’t going to. You stepped out of your panties with a gentle wince, feeling their dampness against your shins before the sensation was gone entirely and Wanda was holding them up to the light to inspect. Your cheeks flushed in humiliation, watching her fingers swipe across the soaked material before she hummed and folded them up, shoving them into her back pocket like they were just a piece of paper she’d found on the ground. “Good girl.”

You bristled beneath her praise, but your attention drifted away from her when you heard the door unlock and Natasha’s soft footsteps came stepping out slowly. There was no question about whether she had heard the entire exchange, but you had no time to pay attention to her cheeks flush with need as you drank in the sight of her in a hundred thousand dollar suit. If your eyes weren’t already blown wide with lust, they certainly were now as you gawked at her defined biceps and breasts, the suit drowning some of her more prominent features but highly accentuating others. A rippled whine fell off your tongue as your eyes memorized the sight, but so badly you wanted to rip it off her body and drag her home to appreciate her fully.

“P-Please.” You just barely got the plea off of your lips as Wanda sparked up a conversation with her wife, commenting on the fit of the suit before she began her shower of compliments and praise. You’d gone ignored, or maybe they just hadn’t heard you, whatever the reason for their silence toward you, it only frustrated you further. “Daddy please!” You tried again, eyes wet and pleading as you held onto the little attention Natasha was providing you as her eyes danced away from Wanda’s and found yours beneath the bright LED lights.

“Shh.” Wanda scolded, a finger coming up to sit on your lips as she turned her head to glare at you. It wasn’t intentional, but your lips had done it anyway. The second her finger, still soft from your arousal, brushed against your lips, you’d let your tongue poke out and lick at her finger, able to identify the traces of you that clung to her skin despite how she’d wiped her fingers clean on your outer thigh. Your lips wrapped around the digit, suckling and biting sweetly as the blanket over your mind became thicker and warmer. Wanda didn’t stop you, merely returned her attention to Natasha before the Russian nodded and disappeared back into the fitting room, hopefully changing back into her own clothes. “Mommy needs that back, little one.” Wanda said softly, gently easing her finger from between your lips when it became apparent that you weren’t going to relinquish it yourself. A pitiful whine came falling off the tip of your tongue when she pulled it away, but she merely smiled sweetly and kissed the top of your head. “Come on, Daddy’s gonna check out and then we’re going to go home.”

You shook your head, absolutely appalled at the suggestion that you’d have to wait until you arrived home to get what you wanted. The mall wasn’t far, but an hour was a long time for someone who had been teased and dragged along relentlessly since the sun had first kissed the gravel paths that weaved and winded through Westview.

“No?” Wanda furrowed her brows, looking down at you with nothing but softness in her still black and lust filled stare. She’d dropped the condescending tone, abandoned the fleeting touches and teasing, but the only thing that would fully cure the arousal in her eyes was getting a taste of your sweet pussy.

The words felt heavy on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t last another hour without release, and so they found their way off of your lips before you could panic about the implications of your request, “Fuck me now.”

Wanda’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but that look of shock that claimed her strong features had quickly become something sinister as she stepped closer to you, invading your personal space and allowed you the slightest tinge of her perfume as her chest came flush with yours and she let a single finger tilt your head upward to meet her heavy stare. “Yeah? You want your Daddy to put that strap to use and treat you like a filthy little slut where anyone can hear you crying out in pleasure? You want an audience, moya utenok?”

A whimper filled the dressing room as your thighs pressed together, your lack of panties leaving the rush of arousal to drip nowhere by your thighs as you writhed beneath Wanda. A soft nod came next, and Wanda smirked proudly, mimicking your gesture before she stepped away entirely and turned her attention back to Natasha who had only just left the dressing room with the suit thrown over her forearm.

“Hurry up, moya lyubov’. The little slut wants her Daddy to fuck her and who am I to say no to that?” Wanda taunted, grabbing your hand and leading you back out into the store, letting Natasha check out in peace as she occupied you with whispered promises of how the Russian was going to absolutely ruin you where anyone was around to watch.

The only saving grace about Natasha’s car were the tinted windows that blocked out the eyes of anyone who dared to even get close to the Stingray. The seat was drenched in your arousal, thighs spread wide as you occupied almost the entire strip of leather. She’d need to clean the seats thoroughly when you got home, but for right now, neither of you cared. Your hands sunk into the cushioned row of seats as you pressed your ass out further, back arched and muscles strained as you dropped your forehead onto the window and watched with slitted eyes as your breath fogged up the glass. Wanda watched from the passenger seat, green eyes trained on your desperate form that reflected off the rearview mirror pointed downward. Natasha was pressed up against the door, shorts unzipped and hanging loosely over her hip bones as the strap stood at full attention, no longer confined beneath the stiff denim.

Your skirt was bunched up around your hips, ass and thighs already red from various hits and spanks that the Russian had laid upon your ivory skin. She’d yet to touch you, but each hit that rocked the plug in your ass sent you reeling closer and closer to ultimate pleasure. All you could make out was white spots as they danced along your vision and intercepted the view of strangers and cars wrecking havoc in the parking lot around you. Even when a middle aged man and his wife had gotten close to the car, shopping bags in each of their hands that you could only assume was a pending return, you hadn’t focused much on what they could see from the outside. Your focus was entirely on Natasha, and yet the lawyer hadn’t done anything since bending you over.

“D-Daddy please! I need you so bad! Please!” You cried out in desperation, back arching further as your nipples grazed the seats, your ass grinding against the strap that she refused to shove into you just yet. What she was waiting for, you didn’t know, but every agonizing second that passed was becoming longer and longer as you waited for relief to wash over you fully. Only she could get you to that point, and yet no matter how much you pleaded with her she didn’t cave. “P-Please!” A strangled cry slipped past your lips when her hand found your ass and her thumb pressed firmly on the jeweled plug nestled between your cheeks.

“Shh.” The Russian coos. It’s the first sound that’s come to fill the car that wasn’t your own since she had aggressively shoved you into the backseat, and you greedily drink in the unspoken promise that what you want is coming soon. You have no time to prepare yourself for the intrusion of her strap as it slips between your folds and finds a home within your cunt in seconds, but you gasp so sweetly that Natasha doesn’t stop to give you a moment to adjust to the wide girth that’s splitting you open. You’ve wanted this for hours, she’s in no mood to drag your pleasure out any further, having already tested her own patience as she waited for Wanda’s silent permission to begin. You’d been oblivious to the curt nod that was given by the Sokovian, but as much as the game was in Natasha’s hands now, Wanda still held all the cards. “Do you feel that, malyshka? Feel Daddy’s cock splitting you open? Filling this slutty little pussy where anyone can see if they come close enough. I bet you’re so full. This pretty little plug has been driving you crazy all day, hasn’t it? Mommy picked out such a pretty color for you.” As the words drive you farther and farther into pleasure and submission, Natasha’s thumb presses against the plug and sends your mind spiraling downward into a sea of static energy. There’s a thick ringing in your ears that forces your mind to go blank, your hips that had been stuttering against her quick thrusts stilling as you surrendered your body to her control, willing to take whatever she gave you in this very moment.

Natasha’s thrusts only grow faster as your moans and whines become softer and sweeter, desperation not only evident in the way your arousal soaks your thighs and the seats, but in the pitch of your moans as they fill the car and ricochet off the windows. You don’t have it in you to feel embarrassed by how loud you’re being, your only focus is taking the pleasure and not letting it slip away again. A broken cry leaves your lips as Natasha’s hand finds your clit, thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive nub as she winds you tighter and tighter. Her own thrusts are becoming choppy and quick, groans of pleasure harmonizing with yours until the entire car is just an explicit symphony of intimacy. Wanda’s eyes haven’t left you once, but you can’t see her with the way you’re bent and arched over. Natasha can, and she curses beautiful in Russian as she gives you the green light to let go.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s strap.” She encourages gently, her thrusts growing harsher as she chases her own pleasure and orgasms with a delicate moan, though it's quickly drowned out by your own sobs and cries of bliss as you writhe beneath her heavy hands and let the coil snap in your belly. Your body shakes in the aftermath, arms giving out on you as you crash against the leather seats and subsequently pull your cunt off of her strap, the glistening material catching rays of sunlight before she quickly tucks it back into her shorts and zips them up. “You did so good for us, malyshka. So so good.” Natasha kisses the bottom of your spine, her fingers working on the plug in your ass simultaneously. Wanda maneuvered herself in the passenger seat, her hand reaching out to just barely brush against your upper back as well. “Relax for me, angel. Let Daddy take this plug out and then we’ll go home.” She talks you through the process, but nothing prepares you for how empty you feel when the metal is no longer flush against your walls keeping you full. A strangled whimper falls off your lips before it’s gently drowned out by shushing and shuffling. Natasha, unwilling to let you go through aftercare in a crowded parking lot all twisted up, opens the door and steps out of the car, nodding for Wanda to occupy a seat in the back beside you. “Mommy’s gonna sit back here with you, and Daddy’s gonna take us home. Just let go, honey. It’s all okay.”

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes for Wanda to be sat beside you, your body curled up into her chest and void of a seatbelt. Typically she’d scold you for such a behavior, but all she does now is hold you tighter and kiss your head, promising that you’ll be home soon and there will be plenty of cuddles and kisses all wrapped up beneath the heavy blankets on the bed.

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ashlovesfood · 1 month ago

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Run Bunny Run ♡

Tags ┈➤ Wolf!Bruce Wayne x Bunny!fem reader, predator/prey relation, preying, tears on a withered flower inspo, mating, fucking, bite marks, hickies, kissing, plot what plot?, rough fucking, pounding, p in v, huge ass dick, petnames, horny animals, heavy love,overstimulation, clit rubbing, pheromones, cunniligus, fangs, spit play, multiple orgasms!（ ´∀｀）☆

S/N - In another alternative universe, your a bunny and Bruce is a wolf. You work at a small flower shop and encountered him, having to make a bouquet of fresh roses for him. When you went to deliver, it was oddly quiet..

Bunny Fucking¡!

Maybe the world was cold, ruthless to people who tried their best in life, especially to you. You were born a bunny, floppy ears with a small fluffy tail at your bottom, mostly standing out from most species. There were many different hybrids out in the world, but somehow bunnies stood out the most due to their size and ears. The attention wasn’t harsh enough to make you cower and hide, but sometimes the gazes were a lot to handle , luckily people in Gotham never seemed to care much.

You walked into your workplace, immediately seeing one of your employees. “Hey fluffy! Listen, I need you to pretty pleaseee take over my shift. I’m going out with the gals and I already covered what I needed, pleaseee!” Your worker gave her big puppy eyes, making her lips pout as she waited for your response. “Ok, fine.. I’ll cover you but you have to pay back the favor, okay?” The two of you locked pinkies, swearing upon your hearts that she would repay the favor. “Eeek! Thank you so much babes love ya!” She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before running out of the building, going into a different direction. You chuckled, realizing how childish she was but it was cute.

The list of work wasn’t as hard, you worked as a florist in a small known shop near the corner. People come and go, most buying bouquets or flowers for loved ones. On occasion, a man or two decided to flirt with you, but you turned them down knowing that your mind wasn’t really set on dating, well not until you really feel comfortable. Today, your tasks were to make three bouquets for special occasions, clean the storage, and to sweep the floors.

The ding of the bell brought you back, making you look up. “Hi. I, can I get a bouquet of red roses tied together in black ribbon?” You tapped the screen, calculating how much his order was. “Yes of course, how many roses would you like?” There was a silent pause, the sound of breathing awkwardly filling the gap. “50, please. Could you also make sure they smell fresh?” He took out his leather wallet, shuffling through the cards to place a black American Express card on the counter. You caught a glimpse of the name ‘Bruce Wayne’ embedded into the card, where have you heard of this name?.. “I’ll make them extra fresh for you. It’s $85.27.” Your eyes were focusing on his ears, big wolf ears that twitched at the slightest movement. Wolves were known for their keen sense of smell, hearing, speed, and breeding. He handed the card to you, watching the titanium slide through the machine, a small beep approving the transaction. “Thank you so much- Here, drop these off at this address around 5:30 P.M. I’ll be waiting, fluffy..”

He gave you a subtle smile, turning around and walking out the door. Your face was heating up like a tea kettle, the way your nickname rolled off his tongue made your thighs clench with need . “Oh my goodness..” The loud sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, a slight thump of your foot against the wooden floors bringing you back to reality. Right, focus.

Your hands got to work, stripping the thorns off the stems making them prickly free. You cut them at an angle, placing together different ranges to make it look aesthetically appealing. The first bouquet was done, a pink and white tulip bouquet with baby’s breath placed in between. 1:36 P.M. Three bouquets were finished within a matter of time, leaving you to clean the storage and to sweep the floors. In the back, storage wasn’t always easy to clean. There were always random items placed inside, or withered petals from previous flowers sitting on the shelves. You managed to remove every misplaced item and cleaned up the petals, losing track of time in the small room. The sun was still shining, but the sky looked gloomy, like the Gods were punishing Gotham. Today wasn’t as moody, but the sky thought otherwise, rain trickling down onto the streets. 3:45 P.M. Last task was to sweep the floors. Thankfully, the floors were never that dirty. Usually, there are some dried up flowers on the floor or scraps of ribbon strewn around. You sweeped, hearing the door open as customers came in to pick up their bouquets.

There was the bouquet of roses you had to deliver, a small note written with an address on top, in neat handwriting. 4:28 P.M. It wasn’t five yet, but it never hurt to be earlier right? You grabbed the roses along with your keys, turning off the lights and flipping the open sign to close, shutting the door behind. The rain was starting to become heavy, forcing you to sprint towards your car. The door opened with a click, the pitter patter of rain against your windshield blurred your vision. It was warm in the small space, special warming built in as soon as you got in. The drive towards the address felt shady, seeing how the road disconnected into a pathway of pine trees, followed by a black iron gate at the end. Your car approached the gate, expecting to put a code in or something, but it automatically opened..

The house was gigantic, a gothic architectural manor surrounded by a huge driveway, a fountain being the centerpiece. Never, in your entire life would you think you would be driving to this sort of house. You placed the gear shift into park, turning off the engine and opening the door to get out. You ran towards the house, looking at the outside, it was so.. empty . There were no signs of anyone else, except a few black cars parked neatly throughout. I n your mind, alarm bells rung signaling you to get out, to turn around and get the fuck out of here, but you were always determined. The bouquet laid in your hand, a beautiful case of 50 roses with black fabric surrounding it. Figuratively, your heart almost came out of your ass when you heard the large door creak open, the small knock you thought wasn't hard enough managed to pry open the antique door.

Inside, the decorations and interior were absolutely beautiful, keeping the gothic vibe with variations of furniture. Your eyes were bulging out of your sockets, amazed with how big the inside was, hearing your footsteps pad against the marble tile. “Hello? Is there a Mr.Wayne here?” You shouted out loud, your voice bouncing around the walls, hearing no reply but empty silence. The rain slightly dampened your fur, making your floppy bunny ears heavier than usual. Then, a wave of musky cologne hit like a brick, the air stained with an intense aroma. “Bunny?.. You- shit! You can't be here bunny, or I'll hunt you down… ” His voice boomed throughout the manor, making your heartbeat pump kicking in your fight or flight mode.

Before you could register, your feet were already picking up, dashing towards a room near the hallway. You shut the door behind you, sliding down the wood to block him from coming in. Your hand clamped down on your mouth, trying to silence your breathing, focusing on the pitter patter of his footsteps. They were getting quieter, but then a loud boom was heard. You covered your eyes with your floppy ears, praying that he wouldn’t find you. It was too late, the door sprang open making you tumble out on the floor, looking directly at his face. “Found you…” His ears were bigger and more alert, he looked more hot, handsome, fucking delicous. He grabbed you gently off the floor, throwing your body over his shoulder like a potato sack.

His smell, it was addicting like a drug to your mind, making you feel all hot and needy . “Wait, hah- P-put me down! Please Mr.Wayne-” “Bruce. Call me by my first name, please.” He reached the master bedroom within seconds, throwing you onto the plush sheets on his bed. His smell made you clench around nothing, your panties dampened, forming a wet spot . “Bunny.. I could smell your scent ever since I entered that damn shop.. You looked so cute.” Bruce grabbed your ankles, sliding you down to the edge of the bed, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Please bunny, can I?” He leaned down towards your stomach, looking at your eyes for consent. “Yes, Bruce..” He was rock hard, lengthy dick pumping precum through his briefs, growing even more at the sight of your body . His hands removed your shoes, ripping your pants to shreds with his strength. He was blessed with the sight of your panties, cute lacy pink ones with a pink bow sitting on top. You shivered at the sudden chill, closing your thighs to prevent the coldness creeping up your thighs. Bruce placed his hands on top of your plushy thighs, holding them open as he looked down at his meal .

The fingertips of his hands yanked your panties down, face moving in to lick a long wet stripe down your pussy. “Hngh! B- Sensitive!..” You mewled, clenching the sheets with your paws, trying to stabilize your body. He growled into your folds, sending shocks of desire through your core, making you arch off the bed. He was devouring you, long licks of your slick fulfilling his thirst. He flicked your bud, making you come instantly. “Oh shitttt.. Bunny, couldn’t hold it in anymore?” He chuckled, grinding his boner against the mattress. You could come from his voice alone, panting as you tried to recover from your blissful orgasm. He nipped at the inside of your thighs, leaving a large bite mark with his fangs, sucking on the delicate skin making a purple spot. He sucked on your thighs, practically eating you up without hesitation, making you shake with desire. “Please Brucey.. Put it in..” Your hips bucked into his face searching for any hint of touch, trying to get off on him.

His mind crumbled in an instant, standing up to look at your body. You’ve removed your hoodie, leaving your top in a cute matching bralette, the same tiny bow on top. His hands latched onto your boobs, feeling the hard buds through the fabric, groaning at the squishy flesh. “You're perfect, so damn perfect bunny… ‘M gonna have to knock you up with my seed now, do I?..” He removed his cock from his boxers, the sight of a hot cherry red tip dripping with precum, making his shaft glisten. He was a whopping 11 whole inches, the sight of his length hitting the top of his defined abs, a sticky mess of pre rubbed onto his stomach. You gasped, realizing how much of a monster he was, with his large ears and sharp fangs, but his dick? R.I.P to you, cause of death from Bruce Wayne's dick! He leaned down slowly, opening your thighs to show your meaty pussy.

He spat on your clit, leaving a wet glob that dripped down your slit, making you moan. “Nghhh- Put it in already, pleasee!” You were sobbing, tears running down your cheeks, you were running off the feeling of need and pleasure. “Bun.. Don't cry, please.” He rubbed the flaming red tip onto your pretty little clit, using his spit and your slick to lube his shaft. He lined his dick up with your hole, thrusting all 11 inches in slowly. “Ohhh- You gotta relax f’me..” Your body was on fire, the feeling of being stuffed with his massive cock made you almost pass out. Your mouth breathed his name like a mantra, repeating the same word like there was nothing else in your brain besides him. He moved forward, the tip kissing your cervix sending chills down your spine. Bruce grunted, pulling back leaving only his tip in, jolting forward to feed you all 11 inches.

“Fuuuckkk!!!” You cried from the sensation, his hips fucking you like there was no tomorrow. Your bones were clattering from how rough he could fuck, pleasure and pain frying your brain. You came around his dick, clenching the sides of his length . “Hahh– Just came f’me? Oh good girl.. ” He started to speed up his pace, fucking your body into the mattress, his fingers leaving crescent moon marks on your thighs. He leaned down towards your boobs, ripping off your bra and throwing it behind him. He gripped one thigh while using the other one to stimulate the bouncy breasts, sucking and nipping on one of your nipples while rubbing the other one. His thrusts were getting sloppier, maw open heavily panting . Bruce felt it coming, placing his hands next to your head as his hips met yours. “Bruce Bruce Bruce! “M cumminggg-” He groaned loudly, plopping down to bite you on your pulse point, a mark meaning that you were his . The combination of your orgasms left both of you breathless, needy for each other in a deep sense. You looked up into his big milky eyes, grabbing his face with your hands, kissing his lips. Your kiss was basically the signal that made him reharden, the feeling of his tip spurting deep ropes of cum into your womb, his knot plugging your pussy to prevent anything leaking. “Guess your mine forever now, bunny.”

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A/N - oops this is an old work but why not post it now teheeeeeee also i lucid dreamed (kinda) for the first time bc apparently u can feel everything and i got fucked in roblox form??? also i wasnt in control of my dream sigh

#i love batman #bruce wayne x reader #dc comics #bruce wayne #batman smut #bruce wayne smut #fem reader #smut #batman x reader #ashywashy #batman comics #batman #dcu smut #dc smut #dcu comics #dcu #bunny girl #rutting #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 4 months ago

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title: love hate you

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: arcane

rating: M (It's explicit. I tried my best. pls dont flame me horribly. you lowkey highkey dom her, Mel might be OOC)

MINORS DNI

genre: enemies to lovers, mel and reader hate each other... we think.

pairing: mel x reader

summary: you hated everything about her. she hated everything about you. or so you both thought.

Request:

For your Valentine's Day prompts, I was wondering if you'd do Wilted Red Roses with Mel Medarda? Like a hate sex type situation. All specifics are up to you!

Mel Medarda was the name that could easily sour your day. Cause your body to lock up with tension and the lines between your eyebrows furrow so deeply it looked like you had aged twenty years. Her cold and calculated persona always bothered you as you sat across from her at the Councillors Table.

Today, was just as sour and foul tasting when you saw her saunter into the room, her newest puppy, Tails, trailing behind her. Jayce was tolerable. His councilor counterpart ruined his presence for you.

Rolling your eyes, you focused on the papers in front of you and your journal, reading over the research you were conducting before you had to go to this council meeting. You felt uneasy, the feeling of someone watching you and as you looked up you saw her staring straight at you. Raising an eyebrow in question, your face utterly displeased. Medarda’s responding smirk almost burned you as she turned to talk to Jayce again.

As the meeting started, everything you said, everything, was met with opposition from her.

“Councillor, I don’t believe that solution would fit for that area. Don’t you think it would be smarter to include some of the local floral selections, that way we are creating aesthetic appeal as well as providing support to the local ecosystem?” Her smooth voice striking you down.

“While that is a most considerate offer, Councilor, might I remind you that the area we are working with is quite small. Furthermore, the local fauna that you are referencing must be grown in open fields. It is also illegal for anywhere that it is growing for the land to be touched. We’d be damning ourselves for future improvements should we do something like that.” You shot back. Her eyes narrowing just the slightest, but seeing the nods of your fellow Councillors, you knew you had won this one. The next three you took hit after hit after hit. So much so that when the meeting was adjurned and she swept from the room, you quickly gathered your items and followed after her quickly.

Finally reaching her office, you’re down the hall, your steps echoing as she unlocks the door, holding it open as you stop in front of the door.

“Your steps are so loud they reverberated the foundation of the academy. I knew you were coming.” Her voice even and measured, made your burn even hotter. Walking in you round on her as she shuts the door.

“I’m not sure what the ever loving fuck you are playing at-“ You’re stopped as she glides up to you and her mouth is suddenly on yours. Your eyes widening as her lips slot with yours, easily coaxing you into kissing her. Dropping anything in your hands to roughly pull her closer. Taking control of the kiss, it became more tongue and teeth. Quickly moving down to her neck, marking her, you hear her gasp as your hand trails from her hip to her breast, roughly palming it. You part, both of you panting.

“Do you want this to go further?” You hear yourself ask. Her answering nod is all you need when you reach for her thighs and hoist her onto her desk. Wasting no time, your hands shove the skirt of her dress up and to her side. Your eyes meeting as she looked down at you between her legs, hand anchored in your hair.

“Please.” Her whisper barely audible as a blush darkened her cheeks.

“Look who’s so polite and nice now.” You laid your head against her thigh, pushing her left leg out and dragging your hand up to her core. Your first finger gently tracing a figure eight on the outside if her panties that grew wetter. “Are you desperate?”

“Y-Yes.” Her answer sounding more like a cry and a part of you was so shocked to see how quickly she submitted to this.

“How long have you wanted this, I wonder.” Inquisitive as you push against her with more pressure. Her breath stuttering in response. “Have you thought about this very scene while you lay in bed at night? Used your own fingers and wished it were me? Purposefully riled me up in hopes that one day it might end like this?” At that, your fingers swept the barrier keeping you from actually touching her aside as your first two fingers found her clit and started in a punishing pace.

“Yes!” Her cry answered your questions, while simultaneously was response to you finally touching her. Her back arched as her eyes closed.

“No.” You pulled your hand back and stopped. “Look at me.” As she looked back down at you, you smiled. A smile that was not comforting but like the Devil waiting to devour someone. “Do not take your eyes off me, understood?” You waited for her confirmation and once you saw her head nod, your other hand quickly helped rip her panties in half at the seam at the crotch. Her gasp seemingly echoed against the walls.

“Gorgeous.” You admired her before gently licking up to her clit. Her gasp encouraging as you did it again.

“Please, stop teasing me.” She begged from above you.

“Like how you’ve stopped berating me in every Councillor’s meeting? Placing every road block that could be in the way of my plans into effect?” You asked as you inserted a finger into her, thrusting them in and out a handful of times until you had three fingers in her. Her cries now echoing off the walls, her hips attempting to grind into you for more pleasure, you held them down as she sobbed.

Ducking down and drawing her clit into your mouth, you sucked gently letting your tongue flick against it as she froze against you. Her mouth open in a silent scream as she kept her eyes locked with yours and you continued to pleasure her through her high. Her body relaxed as you withdrew your hands and torturously gave one last rough suck to her clit, making her jerk and a plea start to fall from her lips. You were quicker, getting off the floor and placing a hand over her mouth.

“You will stop instigating at Councillor’s meetings, understood?” Her head nodding. “Good.” You smiled as you kissed her, ensuring she could taste herself on your lips, finally winning a battle.

#mel x reader #arcane mel x reader #mel medara x reader #arcane x reader #mel x yn #mel x you #mel medarda x yn #mel medarda x you #mel medarda

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mgnifiqueyoo · 21 days ago

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' We're the same. ' With a troubled past, one of FNC's greatest has fallen from grace after such sloppy work. Leaving Milan, the Poetesse returns to Seoul to redeem herself, guided by her equal. A thorn on the first day; a rose on the next. But as love deepens further, chaos just can't stop coming in between.

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word count: 2.3k

genre/s: romance, mystery, action, crime, angst, fluff, thriller

main theme/s: enemies to lovers, assassins

To sum it up, my first day back in Seoul was maybe six on a scale of one to ten.

It was full of surprises, and I was a little annoyed. I think the airplane food made it worse but the gravy made it at least better.

My second day? It started off with laying down my suitcase on the floor of a new flat with the same arrogant, useless ghost following me from behind.

It’s not a home sweet home situation; it just feels like you’re coming over to an apartment you've never even stepped foot in and calling it home. Nothing familiar. Never anything.

“I had a bigger apartment than this.” I pointed out.

My left eye was starting to twitch as I sat down on the huge couch comfortably. I used to live in white walls and clean tiles, black and gray cupboards, and the rectangular windows that showed me the essence of the city. “... But this isn’t so bad… I think…”

Now, I’m just living in some old apartment with dull colored walls and these antiques. It’s not my favorite aesthetic, but I could bear living in this home without this prick. “Italy, right?” Theo ignored what I said about his home, which also resulted in me nodding. I guess the only thing that’s great about this guy is that he’s somewhat of an engager. Someone with whom I could talk to about random things, which isn’t so bad in my opinion.

“Milan,” I said back casually, giving him some space to sit in but of course, this dimwit would want to remain standing. “I have a huge thing for clothes, you know?”

“Really?” The assassin grimaced, squinting his eyes at the clothes I wore. What’s wrong with the yellow coat? I mean, it looks like a rain coat, but it’s also because I’m a walking warning sign from the heavens above and especially the hells below… Or maybe the vibrance hurts his eyes. I should probably take a note of that. “I kinda don’t believe you.” He snickered as I faked a laugh, placing my boots over the table nearby. Somehow, it made him lightly slap my thigh– well, harshly.

“Hey! That hurt! Why’d you do that?!” I blurted out at him, softly caressing the part he hit, but he only shrugged nonchalantly as if he didn’t see the problem with that. “It’s my first day with you, and I’m trying my best to relax,” I grunted at him.

“This is my house and you are going to live with me, so please, have some manners,” he pleaded, half-assed of course, but I took it as an order. We’re working for the same organization as partners. He doesn’t hold power over me, and I don’t hold power over him since we should be a team, so I guess I’ll go towards the hard path instead. “What about you? Do you have any requests for me?”

“Clean freak? Sure, just don’t hit me again.” I scoffed

“... Understandable.” He muttered under his breath, bitter.

That made me smile… No reason, but I’m glad he saw me as an equal, too. “Anyway, no time for chit chat. Let’s check the profiles,” Theo quickly added, taking out the binder from his suitcase as he laid it flat on the table. Flipping through its pages, he made another face of disgust once he read the name. “... Christian Lee? Can’t FNC think of a better name than that?”

“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad,” I replied, turning to the next page to see my brand new profile. Good Lord, what in the world is that name? I’m squeamish when horrifying things like this happen. “Ann Gu… This is a nightmare.” I breathed out, stretching my arms up as I let out a loud groan.

This is annoying! It’s like FNC wants us to carry out the corniest stuff. Why can’t we pick our own names like Caitlyn Park? Or Matthew Seok?

A Canadian couple engaged last year and are starting a new life in Seoul, huh? Something about that sentence just didn’t sit well with me. I mean, seriously, what kind of background story is this? First, FNC wants me to work with this other guy, and then, there’s this. I have to play a nice, vulnerable character for their safety… Bummer.

I’m just uneasy; I’ve never been undercover before. I just do the job and go with my life with it.

But I guess I don’t have a choice. I’d need money to live, and as far as I know, people like me get the most cash. Sure, it’s like a leash around my neck at first, but as it gets longer, the power drives me to do it. No, not that kind of power that makes me want to act like a douche around helpless, dumb people but the capability of putting the fear of God over them is satisfactory; problematic for me, isn’t it? But God, I live for it.

“Oh? I’m engaged to Christian actually.” I posed sophisticatedly, showing off the cheap, fake diamond ring to my colleagues. I was no longer the Poétesse anymore. I’m just the lovely, daring Ann Gu of Toronto.

“Oh, you’re so lucky!” Julie, the woman sitting next to my space, congratulated me, and somehow, I could see how envious she was. If only she knew the ring was fake.

But then, the cheery look on her face turned to gray the moment she noticed the bruises that wrapped around my wrist, which were from my last stay in Milan. “... Um, is that- is he good?” She couldn't even form the right question as thoughts began to drain down my mind, running out of ideas. That was NOT part of the plan.

“... Oh, that’s not–” I bluntly chuckled, the enthusiasm fading away as I rolled down the sleeve. “Don't mind it.”

I refused to talk about it. It was just something that the target left on me before this whole catastrophe of a mission. It's no big deal, but when you're playing the shy and girlish character of someone named Ann, light bruises suddenly become a huge impact. Yeri nodded once and chose to follow those last three words, turning to her personal desk as she began doing her work, whatever that was. Data configuration? I don't really understand it. Math is not my strongest suit.

I decided to get up from my seat, walking over to the other side of the room, where Theo (well, Christian, Ann's fiancé) sat. “Hey, Honey, can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked him with the most polite tone I could ever form, so dainty and so light sounding as if he'd hear a feather speak.

“Sure thing.” The undercover assassin smiled back at me, his eyes glimmering under the light like he's been drawn to his… fianc��e. By far, this is the weirdest thing I've done, and I'm used to putting bullets in people's heads.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked as we were in a more private corner of the office, causing me to roll my sleeve up a little to show the bruises around my skin.

“Someone thinks I'm in an abusive relationship with you.” I later rolled it down once more, taking a few glances at our surroundings as relief sank in. I'm glad that no one's looking at us. We're kind of an introverted couple, I think?

"Well, keep the intrigue going."

"Wait, you're not against this…?"

Theo then crossed his arms, his head tilted to the side, before taking a closer look at the bruises. "The more 'personal' it gets, the more convincing we are." He was all relaxed about it, letting my wrist go by, carefully placing it down as he looked at me with nothing but determination in his gaze. "Let's go back. We don't want to be too suspicious on our first day."

And without a word, I was seated back at my spot again, figuring out the company's system. I should've learned more about tech, but hey, I didn't expect to work here for a few days.

I'm an assassin, not a girl from the IT department. I can’t even type on the keyboard as fast as these people; this is really hard.

Then, the glass doors slowly drifted apart, making way for the special person in the entire company. It was ZB1's founder and CEO, Jiwoong Kim. "Good morning, Sir." We all greeted him in unison, bowing down as he just stared back at us with an unreadable face. Well, in my opinion, I think he's feeling a lot of things all at once. Maybe not the expressive type of guy. Typical CEO things.

"Is he usually like that?" I asked the other data guy next to me (I'm basically sandwiched in between two nerds), as he didn't even take a pause to nod right away, his bottom lip slightly puckered out.

"Always. A lot of people say he's very mysterious," the guy took another pause, sipping from his cup of iced coffee. "It's pretty much expected not to get a reaction from him."

My eyes slowly trailed down from his face to his shirt, noticing the name tag he pinned over his chest that said, Sung Hanbin. "... Ah, well… That’s not wrong," I replied, still staring at the name tag before looking back at him. It's best for me to remember the names of the people I'm close to.

Hours passed by, and it was finally lunch break, which meant that Theo and I had to do some talking. I mean, it wouldn't be suspicious if I'm talking to a significant other, right? This is probably why FNC thought that it's best for us to be this foreign-engaged couple.

"Did you pick up on anything?" I questioned as he immediately showed me his screen. It turns out that he's been working as an assistant for the secretary, Zhang Hao, and it seems that he's noticed something strange with the company's list of participants in every single agenda.

"You see that? It's really weird that there are names with those letters," he said, pointing the tip of his finger towards the list of names as I looked closer at it. "Jangwoo, Jongwoo, Jungwon, Jaewon, Joo-In. They're all having those same syllabications at least."

ㅈ ㅇ

"Nice one," I admitted, chuckling as I scrolled down the pages further, later noticing something else.

Even the CEO and the vice president have similar first names, "Jiwoong Kim and Jiung Choi." That's strange. It could be a coincidence, but in a situation like this, it merely happens. "Jiwoong and Jiung are different people, correct?"

Oh, and how he widened his eyes at the realization. "... We need to look into them more." The corner of his lips curled upwards as he lifted his head up from the screen of his computer. I was expecting that he’d say a thank you, but I guess that’s why he reached out for my hand, grasping it into his own palm gently as he placed a soft kiss over it, plump lips brushing against my skin like a pillow.

“This is why I’ll marry you,” he expressed, his voice as smooth as ever as I raised an eyebrow a little, slightly tilting my head to the side, confused and in disbelief at what he just did. “You’re not the only one good at this.”

Oh, I almost forgot. “... I know,” I mouthed, rubbing the tip of my thumb against the back of his hand as I soon let go of it. “I’ll be back in a bit, honey.” I left a kiss on his cheek, leaving his place with a smile on my face while the rest of the employees stared in either awe or jealousy. Either way, I win.

However, there was someone who didn’t seem to like what he just saw. “I hope you know that there’s a time and place for flirting, Miss.” He had a deep, monotone voice, which made me turn around and face him. It was none other than Jiung Choi, the chief operating officer of the company.

“Oh? We’re engaged, actually,” I fired back, faking a smile while I showed him the ring that Christian proposed to me with. “I’m not just flirting with him. He’s my fiancé.”

In return, he just laughed at what I said, later shaking his head as if I had made a small mistake. “Oh, Ms. Ann, don’t be ridiculous. One of your friends told me he hurts you,” he says out loud, causing me to take a deep, shaky breath, pretending that I was offended by what he revealed. “Believe it or not, I can help you.”

“No, I’m fine–”

“You’re not. It’s never okay.”

I turned away from him once more, walking back to my desk as I could feel he watched every step I took. And when I reached my space, I noticed how much of a terrible liar Yeri was, acting all obvious about the fact that she told people about my relationship with Christian. For Ann, this could be her worst day ever. But for me, everything's just falling according to plan.

“I shouldn’t have told him,” she blurted out faintly, her fingers tapping across her keyboard frantically as she took short glances at me. “I’m sorry.”

Don’t be.

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emotions / feelings › deeply empathetic but guarded — she understands others’ emotions with uncanny precision yet keeps her own locked away. › struggles with a fractured sense of identity, caught between who she was before tantalus & who she became within it. › clings to warmth & connection but fears true vulnerability — trust is a privilege she rarely grants. › guilt-ridden over the things she’s done in the name of survival, yet justifies them as necessary. › finds comfort in control, but control often feels like a leash rather than freedom. › seeks redemption in small ways, even if she believes she doesn’t deserve it. › romanticizes the idea of escape but can’t envision a life outside of tantalus.

colors › soft ivory (f8f4e3): the illusion of innocence, the mask she wears when navigating the world. › muted rose (b76e79): the warmth she craves but never fully allows herself to embrace. › gunmetal gray (2a2c2e): the weight of her past, the steel discipline that keeps her alive. › deep wine (4b1d29): the blood she’s shed, the lingering ache of things lost. › midnight blue (191970): the quiet solace of solitude, where she feels safest.

scents › tom ford black orchid: rich spices, dark florals, & velvety vanilla — luxurious but mysterious, a scent that lingers like a secret. › gunpowder & cold steel: the residue of violence that clings to her no matter how many times she washes it away. › old books & aged paper: a whisper of nostalgia, a remnant of the life she might have lived. › clean linen & white tea: the comfort she wraps herself in, an illusion of peace. › faint traces of blood: the metallic reminder of her work, impossible to escape.

clothing › always impeccably put together — whether it’s a sleek dress or tactical gear, every choice is deliberate. › prefers muted, neutral tones, but sometimes indulges in soft, feminine fabrics as a quiet rebellion. › gloves, often — both for elegance & to avoid unwanted contact. › subtle but expensive jewelry; a delicate necklace that once belonged to her mother, the only personal possession she truly cherishes. › a concealed knife strapped to her thigh — her real security blanket.

objects › a single gold coin: a relic from her past, given to her by someone she once loved. she turns it over in her fingers when lost in thought. › an antique locket (empty inside): a symbol of something missing, something she can’t quite name. › silk ribbon: a seemingly insignificant object, but one she keeps as a reminder of softer days. › handwritten notes in code: messages meant for no one, a habit she picked up in training. › a small, hidden blade: beautifully crafted but deadly — like her.

vices / bad habits › compartmentalizes to the point of emotional detachment; suppresses feelings until they eat away at her. › over-analyzes every interaction, always searching for hidden motives. › uses charm as a shield, turning conversations into a dance of careful manipulation. › sleeps lightly, if at all — rest is a luxury she doesn’t believe she can afford. › struggles with self-forgiveness; any kindness she extends to herself feels undeserved.

body language › movements are graceful, controlled — like a dancer who knows every step must be precise. › rarely fidgets, except when deep in thought — then, her fingers trace over the gold coin in her pocket. › holds eye contact just long enough to unnerve but never long enough to be truly seen. › smiles often, but it rarely reaches her eyes. › crosses her arms when feeling vulnerable, an unconscious act of self-protection. › tension in her shoulders betrays the weight she carries.

aesthetics › moonlight filtering through lace curtains, illuminating an empty room. › a pristine white dress stained with a single drop of blood. › a piano playing in an abandoned hall, the melody haunting & incomplete. › candlelight flickering against glass, shadows stretching long across the floor. › the stillness of a winter morning, untouched snow masking the chaos beneath. › a letter sealed with wax, never meant to be sent. › the soft click of a lock turning, an escape route always planned. tagged by: stolen from my other blog where I was tagged

#dash games.#pearls & power & quiet wars | headcanons ♡

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 years ago

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Hey I really like your creepypasta stuff and I was wondering about general headcannons for Jane and clockwork ? Thank you!

I haven't gotten any clockwork requests yet! And i get very few Jane requests! Super excited for this one...

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jane

Very much into trad goth and romantic goth subcultures

Lesbian, she/her, 24 years old

5'8"

Her favorite band is She Wants Revenge

She lives in the manor, but she and jeff are kept far away from each other due to constant fights breaking out between the two

For a while, liu tried to help them work out their differences as a mediator, but that obviously didnt work

Jane, however, is actually good friends with Liu

She has a huge crush on nurse ann

I mean, who doesn't

Shes a very quiet person, generally

Very logical, ordered, scheduled

She is one of Sally's primary caretakers, along with Liu and EJ

Her ultimate fantasy is to have a date with her soulmate in a graveyard

Shes very interested in fashion, even designing some of her own fashion lines, but they are nothing more than sketches as she hasn't taken the time to learn how to sew yet

She's one of the very few creeps that keeps her distance from everyone else

She has a few close friends, namely, Ej and Liu, but other than that she doesn't really talk to anyone

She is polite and civil, but she doesn't go out of her way to be overly friendly

She is African American

Her proxy tattoo is on her thigh

I like to imagine her voice sounds like a deeper version of Amy Lee's

She likes having her nails done, and especially likes having acrylics with charms on them

Her favorite set (and the one she gets done over and over again) are black nails with silver crosses, pearls and chains

I feel like she has very intense PTSD from everything with Jeff, and refuses to be anywhere near fire, or men that she doesn't know for too long

And sure, it makes her work harder, but she's slaying so its not all that bad

As far as her work goes, she is normally used for spying and recon missions, as she is very stealthy, and even if she does get caught she can be very persuasive and manipulative

I feel like she would be the type of person to have very few tattoos and piercings

The tattoos she does have, they have meaning

For example, she has a rose on her left arm, and a daisy on her right arm, as these were her parents favorite flowers

I feel like she would use very high quality perfumes, like gucci and dior stuff

The best way to explain her signature scent is "expensive"

She is absolutely a boss bitch <333

Clockwork

Lesbian, she/her, 23 years old

5'6"

She's very butch <333

The best way i can explain her personality is Applejack from mlp

She's very extroverted and enjoys hanging out with people around the mansion

She wears so many flannels

Seriously. Someone needs to stop her from buying them

Flannels and blue jeans are her jam

I imagine that she smells like old spice, because she thinks all "female" deoderants smell too weak

Also, old spice fits her aesthetic better

Shes so gay for Jane

I feel like Jane would know at least a little about Nat's feelings

She wholeheartedly denies having said feelings though

She loves physical sport, and can often be found wrestling or sparring with another creep

As a result, she is tanned and buff

She has a septum ring, an eyebrow ring and has contemplated getting small gauges

Her proxy tattoo is on her shoulder

Other than that, i don't think she would have many other tattoos

I can see her having something like a star on her shoulderblade, or maybe a dolphin on her ankle, but thats about it

I would think that she's really close with Toby, Jane and maaaaybe Liu

Her proxy work normally consists of fast paced missions

If you need someone beat up quick, shes your girl

I feel like she would try really hard to be a plant person, but she just can't figure it out

She can also play the acoustic guitar

She only really plays it when Sally asks her too, though

When Sally first got in the mansion, Nat would help lull Sally to sleep by playing a song and singing softly by her bed

It really helped Sally warm up to the manor, and get comfortable living there

Ever since then, Sally and Nat have gotten really close, making Nat one of the first people she asks to play dolls with, asks to watch tv with, asks to dance with, etc

I feel like she would smoke every now and then, but its only to help calm her anxiety and she only does it when she knows there aren't any small children that could potentially be watching her

I feel like she would have BPD and maybe some OCD

#creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #slender mansion #creepypasta x female reader #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #jane the killer x reader #jane the killer creepypasta #jane arkensaw #jane the killer

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thetriphibianmonster · 7 months ago

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Godzilla Design Runway: Heisei

This time I get to evaluate all the tiny differences between the post-1989 suits. Photos sourced from Wikizilla.

The Odd Duck (1984) The Return of Godzilla also brought the welcome return of feature's absent since the 50s. The mammalian fangs and external ears bring back some of the original suit's dragonish flair, but 84goji stands out from later Heisei suits by retaining the anthropomorphic, almost cartoonish face of the later Showa suits. It's a distinct mixture of old and new that fits well within the transitional, semi-standalone film it appears in. It's just a shame about the walleyes.

Approaching the Generator (1989-1991) There's a reason this design is so beloved. BioGoji tones down the anthropomorphism of the prior design while retaining its ability to emote. An intimidating, powerful figure, with plenty of bulk, dragon-like countenance, and double rows of teeth, this template would serve Godzilla well for the remainder of the Heisei series with only minor alteration. The main drawbacks are physical rather than aesthetic: with extra mass comes reduction in mobility. This worked fine in Godzilla's more asymmetric battles in the 80s films, but once he started facing peer opponents the stiffness really hampered the choreography.

Erika II (1989) I wish Godzilla vs Biollante had been more successful. If it ways, we might have gotten more creative designs like this instead reheated old favorites for the next few films. While mostly static, Biollante's initial form makes up for it with eerie beauty. I particularly like the little jaws hidden in the flower, hinting at her connection to Godzilla and her following form.

Meaner and Greener (1989) While I wish Biollante had kept more rose like traits in her second form, her design is still wonderfully creative. She is also a tremendous achievement in practical tokusatsu effects: the amount of manpower and coordination that went into making her hulking form move in a convincingly organic way is nothing short of astounding.

The Last Dinosaur (1991) This pre-mutation Godzilla has an interesting mix of dinosaur features. It looks mostly like a retro-theropod, but the larger size and smaller head feel closer to sauropods: I can easily see Godzillasaurus being some form of basal Saurischian. I also like the continuity with his mutated form in the double tooth row and hint of dorsal plates.

GoldenEyes (1992) Most of my points on BioGoji apply to the later Heisei suits, but they all have their subtle variations and tradoffs. BatoGoji's slimmer build improves mobility, but alongside the rearranged plates it results in a less powerful presence. The pronounced ribbing adds definition to the neck, but I'm mixed on whether it fits with the other detailing. The lightened eye color certainly aids in reading emotions, but it lacks BioGoji's fearsome, wine-dark gaze.

Lawd He Comin' (1993) RadoGoji adds back some bulk to the suit, but unfortunately it's more fat than muscle. The shoulders and legs are actually slimmed down, resulting in an awkward, top heavy build. Unfortunately the worst of both worlds.

Super X-2.5 (1993) I can appreciate the idea behind Heisei Mechagodzilla's streamlined, futuristic appearance, but the aesthetic fits poorly with that stubby little tail. I think the design would be improved immensely by a longer, more mobile tail like its organic counterpart. Unfortunately design is even more let down by it's heavily limited mobility: Mechagodzilla's inability to brawl utterly hamstrings the film's fight choreography.

The Blessed Child (1993) This is the right way to handle the Son of Godzilla. Baby Godzilla's large eyes and puppy-like proportions make him undeniably cute, but his realistic anatomy grounds him as a real infant animal. By sidestepping Minilla's human traits, he deftly escapes the uncanny valley.

Thunder-Thighs (1994) The final iteration of the BioGoji design returns to some of its roots, with its muscular build, mountainous proportions, and decreased neck ribbing. The face builds on the subtle anthropomorphism of the prior suits though, giving Godzilla a slightly gentler countenance to fit with his increasing sympathetic portrayal in the last few Heisei films. MogeGoji also deserves major credit as the first suit to encorporate ventilation for the performer within.

SuperGodzilla (1994) One of the poster children for elaborate, inflexible Heisei suits: it's a bad sign when the combat form is barely more mobile than the Flying Geode mode. Spacegodzilla at least looks pretty nice, though I think the shoulder crystals are oversized, and I wish the first original Heisei monster since Biollante wasn't so derivative of the original Godzilla.

Inverted Ontogeny (1994) Little Godzilla retains the cuteness of his predecessor with his feline visage, but abandons any and all realism for cartoonish caricature. He would be right at home in the Showa era, but feels radically out of place within the established tone of the Heisei series. His intermediate form also breaks continuity with his other two designs, which call for a more organic transition between a subtly cute infant and a more serious adolescent.

GlowstickGoji (1995) A radical visual alteration to the previous suit, DesuGoji's vibrant, lava-like coloration deftly conveys the meltdown he is undergoing. This effect is enhanced by the constant steam, though the carbon monoxide fumes can't have been good for Kenpachiro Satsuma's long term health, particularly considering his tragic death a year ago from interstitial pneumonia.

FinalGoji et al. (1995) A welcome swerve back towards realism, though it leaves Little Godzilla as the odd one out. I how Godzilla Junior blends features of his adoptive father's pre and post mutation forms, with his lighter coloration, more horizontal stance, and stubbier dorsal fins.

#kaiju #kaiju eiga #godzilla #biollante #mechagodzilla #godzilla junior #spacegodzilla

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another-corpo-rat · 2 years ago

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:3 for the smut sentence starters "you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me."

ty ty for the prompt 😘😘 tho i have to admit this one is not as smutty as i wished but hey, i like what i wrote anyways \o/ it's a pseudo follow up to Gemini in a way prompt list is here!

❛ you’re mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜ Adam Smasher/OC

At some point Adam’s giddiness at her conversion, the pride that radiated off of him like a welcoming heat, dulled. It didn’t vanish, not entirely, Victoria could still feel the fondness in his hold and the stolen presses of mandible to lips, demanding where once he merely tolerated, but something changed. Shifted.

It was more obvious now, when that hold tightened into something that could crush bone and made her HUD flash a warning of external pressure as his thumb traced a scar that didn’t exist anymore. Not truly. The threads of gold through skin was a recent aesthetic choice, a replication to make her change easier; to help her resettle into a new body distressingly similar to her own. She wasn’t sure how effective it was, but well…she hasn’t had shaky hands or glitchy visions just yet.

She huffs a needless breath where her lips work against the cables of his neck, pausing to ask; “An enny for your thoughts?” The tilt of his head is a miniscule thing, a quiet acknowledgement that she feels with where her fingers are curled against the hard line of his jaw. He furthers it with an ease in that crushing grip, thumb ghosting circles over her hip as if to soothe the never-forming bruise.

There was some irony there, that he’d be gentler with her in a body that could handle his strength.

“The princess’s,” a rebuke brews on her tongue, Michiko has long outgrown being a mere princess— “little spies found him.” It dies.

An audible clack in the space between them as she gnashes her teeth together. A stagnant heat builds in her circuitry, so hot it burns cold.

He was a horrible thing; busted jaw and crooked nose. One eye cybernetic and the organic one cloudy white, what little left of his iris torn. His hand was shaking. Thrill or adrenaline; not nerves. Not with that smile. Not nerves. A hum rose in her ears; the building charge of a tech weapon, buzzing like static or flies or—

“Victoria.” Adam’s voice cuts through, stern in demanding her attention. His free hand had moved, coiling a blonde lock around a thick finger, tugging gently until her vision unblurred after quick blinks and deep breaths.

The hand on her hip continued the soothing motions; “What do you need?”

Nothing. Everything. Too much to ask for but— but demand is instinctual, so deeply embedded it’s woven through her internal mechanisms. She wants to know why Michiko alerted him first and not her. She wants that bastard on the brink of death, suspended in limbo and agony, taken apart and pieced back together with rusted parts grafted onto peeled skin.

But what she needs…

Well, that’s ridiculously simple.

“You.”

Adam hums at her answer, and she wonders if she really needed to say it at all as he adjusts her position on his lap. Her thighs frame his hips, arms wrap loosely around his neck. There was hardly any space between them but his hand cradles the back of her head and draws her in those final inches.

A lot of things taste different now, but he’s always had that tang of bitterness that lingers on her lips for hours after. An unexpected but delightful constant that she can’t imagine ever getting sick of.

“You’re mine, Buttercup,” the mechanized croon against her lips shouldn’t be as tender as it is, not with that accompanying tell-tale click of a panel sliding open and the hard press of his cock between her legs, “and I take care of what belongs to me.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #adam smasher #victoria crane #ship: gilded chrome #my writing #fic tag #Adam when human Vic was giving him kisses: 🙄🔪#Adam when Vic's a gemini: 😘😘#i realised towards the end there was like only a hint of smut starting in this and im #jjhbhjb so sorry

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cycian · 2 years ago

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If you're still taking writing requests, could we see Andreja x female captain (shocking coming from me, I know) trying to go on a "normal" date in Akila, or maybe Paradiso? But of course, these two being who they are, shenanigans are bound to happen. Whether they be serious or lighthearted shenanigans is up to where your imagination goes!

HERE COMES SARAH 'SAPPHIC PALADIN' WITH THE STEEL CHAIIIRRR

Andreja did not overlook details. She was nothing if thorough when reconnaissance came into play—nothing was ever left to chance. Paradiso had a reputation for its entertainment, quietness and safety. She had attempted to break in precisely twelve times in the last week and had only managed to get in three times. Perfect. It meant that very, very few people in the universe could disturb her and her love.

Nothing was left to chance.

Even their seat at the restaurant. Perfect view, early enough not to be overcrowded, not so early that they would be too sleepy to eat. Andreja finally let a sigh out as she relaxed in her chair, her beloved’s hand on her thigh. They would finish their meal, before heading down to swim some more. Perhaps Sarit would teach Andreja another card game, laying in the warm sands.

A perfect way to enjoy their newly forged bond.

Unfortunately for Andreja, a wrench had been thrown in the cogs, a wrench named Aja Mamasa.

Night had crept across the gentle waters and though the sunlight had faded into the horizon, fairy lights soon cast their glows as bottles of expensive alcohol came out. Andreja savored her own cocktail, raising her eyebrow at the umbrella.

“I am confused. The sun is out, my drink no longer needs the shade.”

Sarit twirled her own umbrella between her fingertips, laying her head on Andreja’s shoulder.

“It’s for aesthetics only. To make your drink all pretty.”

Andreja hummed, inspecting the small umbrella closer. Sarit plucked the umbrella from her hands, before taking her head between her hands. Although they had already discovered each other’s bodies, taken the time to map each scar life had left on them and spent long nights worshipping them, Andreja’s heart still skipped a beat as her face was cradled in her lover’s hands. She all but melted into the touch, her eyes boring into her lover’s.

The small umbrella was neatly tucked above her ear and she could not resist it. She giggled. Her dearest could be so… unserious. She loved that. And loved the lopsided, self-satisfied grin Sarit gave her. She brought her love’s face closer, her lips curling into a smile as they kissed.

“There, you’re even prettier. Now, can I get my pretty woman another drink?” Sarit took her own glass, wiggling the empty cocktails.

“I am unsure what I did to deserve you—yes, please.” Andreja hesitated, wondering if perhaps she should be a little more… adventurous. “Could you please get me the cocktail with the rhum and pineapple?”

“Oooh, party girl! A sweet drink for my sweet love, sounds good.” Sarit stole another kiss and chuckle from Andreja as she sauntered away.

There was certainly a sizeable line for the bar. But nothing that could justify fifteen minutes. Andreja discreetly patted her swimsuit. Her hidden blades were there. Good. She slid one into her palm, before making her way across the open-sky bar, her eyes scanning the dancing, mingling bodies.

She spotted her love immediately. Her back to the wall as a woman chatted her up, too close for comfort.

Andreja furrowed her brow. Sarit bore the marks of their bond—could the woman not get a hint? She strode forward. Andreja tended to curl in on herself quite a lot. Her full size could be… imposing. Not to mention that her height and broad shoulders could sometimes complicate undercover missions. But this time, she rose to her full height, rolling her shoulders back, tightening her stomach, knowing that in this swimsuit, the woman would be forced to consider her musculature before continuing to flirt with her dearest.

“Ah, there you are, ya amar.” Andreja lowered her voice. Her furrowed brows shot up to her hairline as Aja Mamasa turned around, a big smile on her face. And her hand on her beloved’s arm.

Andreja had hoped that perhaps the former Chair, Miss Morgan’s mentor, was not flirting with her Sarit. Unfortunately, she had been wrong. Horribly so. She had expected the older woman to drop her flirting upon seeing the proofs of their bonds—the rings they wore, the matching tattoos on their wrists… Aja Mamasa had noticed.

And was now also flirting with Andreja.

Her poor lover was in the same predicament as Andreja. Too respectful to shut down the woman that had had too much to drink and not enough common sense to see that Sarit wished she would be abducted by another lifeform and that Andreja was praying for the Great Serpent to call her to His side.

Under normal circumstances, Andreja and Sarit would have probably shot such a deadly glare at whomever dared interact with them in such fashion, enough to drive anyone away. But this was Aja. The woman that Miss Morgan praised endlessly and that had not hesitated to offer her support in the face of the Starborn threat.

Andreja did something she thought she would never have to do in her life. Every Constellation astronomer received a transmitter along with their watch and spacesuit. Barrett and Sam called it the ‘Morgan bailophone’. The boys had had to use it countless times, even having a shortcut to Miss Morgan’s coordinates on the main menu of their watch. Sarit had only resorted to the ‘Morgan solution’ once, when cornered with a very drunk Noel and Matteo argument.

It was her time.

She excused herself from Aja, who was halfway in Sarit’s lap. Her beloved’s eyes pleased for her not to leave her there. Andreja steeled her heart, her finger pointing to her watch. Sarit nodded solemnly.

Miss Morgan picked up immediately.

“Andreja? What’s wrong?” Andreja could hear clothes being fumbled on the other end.

“Aja is here. She is groping my bondmate. She is groping me. May I request your help?”

“Oh. My. God.” All movement ceased on Miss Morgan’s end. “You’re actually calling for a ‘Sa-rescue Morgan?’, Andreja?”

Andreja let her head hang low. She was ashamed of herself. Because she could not properly navigate a complex social interaction, she’d went ahead and disturbed a woman she most admired for petty reasons.

A throaty laugh interrupted her self-loathing.

“Ah, Andreja, I’m so glad you called. Don’t worry, I have your back. Thank you for calling, hold on for ten minutes. Help is on the way, dear.”

At least, Sarah was amused.

Andreja had expected Sarah to stride in and gently shoo Aja Mamasa away, as she had seen her deal with inebriated members of Constellation. But it seemed that her method for dealing with Aja was… different.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Andreja saw a bush rustle, a tuft of blonde hair making its way through the vegetation, before stopping right behind the stool where Aja was sat, swinging her cocktail wildly as she regaled them with a tale, one hand on Sarit’s shoulder and the other over Andreja’s waist, soaking her garbs with liquor.

“Members, down!”

Out of sheer reflex, both Andreja and Sarit ducked, stepping back to see Sarah Morgan, Chair of Constellation, clad head to toe in black, bodying Aja Mamasa to the ground, her forearm against the former Chair’s mouth as she dragged her away.

Sarit watched in awe, her mouth open. Andreja herself wondered if perhaps someone had spiked her drink as Miss Morgan raised her thumb at them, winking as she dragged away Aja, leaving tracks in the sand.

“I…Am so very sorry, my Sarit. I had meant for this to be perfect, but—” Andreja began, before lips silenced hers.

“No. You’re not doing that. You’re not spiraling. This is perfect, everything I wanted and more. We just saw Sarah body Aja Mamasa. If we were not already bonded, I would ask for another ceremony on the spot.” Before Andreja could retort, her lover’s lips were on hers again. “Best. Date. Ever”

“I suppose that the use of ‘Tactical Morgan Strike’ was entertaining.” Andreja conceded.

#starfield #starfield prompt fill #andreja #sarit ramesh #spacefarer x andreja #s'more organs number one defender of fellow sapphics #aja mamasa out here catchin' strays #coming up with increasingly unhinged nickname for 'divine sarah morgan intervention' is my new hobby

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https-furina · 2 years ago

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just my personal rambles about how much i love fontaine utc ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

i’ve literally been bottling up my sheer adoration for this country since we started getting hints at it and teasers; i share a mild connection with france itself as french is my second language and i spent majority of my childhood between marseille and london so i was so excited for a sense of familiarity in fontaine and i was also incredibly excited for the lowkey steampunk aesthetic they gave fontaine )):

so like first things first; the archon quest??? has left me gasping, shaking, bawling, on my knees choking on tears!!! and like the best part about it is that it’s only just begun <3 my favourite thing is that with past countries, we could get a feel where the archon quest plot was going. in inazuma you recognise that ultimately you’re going against the raiden shogun and you’ll fight her before you can ask her about your sibling and in sumeru it becomes obvious that the government is the problem and you need to free the dendro archon but in fontaine? where are we going with this?

what is the prophecy truly? is it from a curse from celestia? what about furina’s status? is she just another helpless archon drowning her sorrows in trials because if she doesn’t live in that moment she’ll remember the prophecy she undoubtedly believes in, knowing her people’s sins will never be washed clean? what about arlecchino? is there actually a good motive behind her or is there going to be a hidden twist when you least expect it? how the hell are we supposed to help fontaine from submerging? and what about childe’s loss of control for his vision? i’m SO EXCITED because i have so many questions and very little answers! (who knows i might update this with more questions after doing 4.1’s archon quest)

then there’s the soundtrack!! i don’t know about yall but i’ve been going idle in absolutely every place possible just listening to the music and the ambience. i’m absolutely in love with the underwater music, i have my favourite underwater song playing in my teapot and i sit in my teapot in awe every time <3 i’m so excited for future regions’ music and how these new locations may differ from what we have now (not to mention the range of orchestra instruments hoyo included in making fontaine’s ost!)

not to mention all the species! i love the clockwork concepts (especially the dogs pfft) but also just the animals in general??? the OTTERS?! the blubberbeasts and even the seahorses, the dogs that wear silly little outfits and birds that look like they came out of pokemon aaaa <3

the flowers !! pluie lotuses that i pick every time i see them because i would kill just to have a vase full in my kitchen window <33 and the rainbow roses that look more like tulips or the lumidouce bells that are like the lovechild of bluebells and lily of the valley ): i can’t wait to see more as an ex-florist who still clings to her relationship with flowers

melusines <33 need i say more? their quest regarding elynas had me sobbing and screaming honestly, i long for more lore about them - not to mention they are such funky little genderless creatures, i aspire to be them hehe - and more quests regarding them; like i physically need melusine content or i’ll be perishing ):

character outfit designs!! everyone just looks so good i’m sorry but there isn’t a single outfit i’ve even remotely disliked yet. everyone looks amazing, hot, baking some damn goods - like we got geo taylor swift and electro lana del ray, an archon with heterochromia, some elf looking ass man who could be a dragon - or an otter, i like otter more - the wolf looking mf who wardens a prison??? magicians in thigh highs, stockings, garters and boots?! with matching bows?! AND FREMINET’S WHOLE DIVER’S HELMET ORDEAL AND COLOUR PALETTE?? i can’t i’m too in love with everyone (and all their english voice actors are fantastic too!!)

the airships being the most fun thing i have ever seen in my whole life, i routinely go on the airship at the west slopes of mont automnequi because you can see almost all of our past locations there! you can see deshret’s masoleum, the divine tree, the jade chamber and (i think) dragonspine. not to mention you get a good ass look at fontaine and some things in areas we haven’t got yet - also you can see how close celestia is to fontaine… i still remember all the theories about celestia and mondstadt (╥ ω ╥)

being able to dive out of water with fontaine characters & hydro traveler (please please please let us dive with wriothesley and neuvillette, just because they’re the first two tall characters we’ve got i’m so curious if we can)

building a relationship with berrypuff ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ proceeding to cry when we release berrypuffier and then cry again when you run into them in the wild <3 i’ve also grown attached to the dog in the ship graveyard, i go there daily to feed them chicken and i cook dishes while i’m there hehe

the dishes in fontaine!! i still cackle daily about fonta ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა oh and salsa! she’s so annoying but at the same time i love that kid hehe

i could go on for too long aaaa.. i love fontaine guys. i thought i was sad seeing sumeru finally go but i think i may cry when it’s time to leave fontaine. i’ve never been so excited for a genshin region and plot since inazuma and inazuma has always been my favourite up until now. i think the only things i’ll be excited for after fontaine is meeting the tsaritsa and khaenri’ah <3

#if you read this congrats i wasted your time /j #i just need to fangirl a little !!#૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა i love fontaine we been knew #but here’s all the reasons why i’m loving it yayaya #genuinely you don’t need to read but if you do PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SPECULATIONS AND THEORIES FOR THE ARCHON QUEST!#— 🌊 inner thoughts #https-furina #furina.txt

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walpu · 1 year ago

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As an Aeon, Prima looks nearly identical to how she looks as a human except her hair is floor-length and she has a pink, six-petal flower marking between her collarbone.

Her attire consists of a white low-cut tube top, a tea-length white skirt that has a slit that reaches mid-thigh on the left side and a dark pink, a pale pink sash tied around her hips, and gold, high-heeled sandals.

Her accessories include a pair of gold earrings that resemble upsidedown roses attached to a wavy stem, a gold circlet with a green jewel in front, and a gold cuff around her right bicep.

In this house we love flowery aesthetic ❗❗❗

#prima

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ferinehuntressmoved · 2 years ago

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◈　@knifvd　[ ⋯ ]　unprompted Ask . 　☾ ⸻　 ❛ i've NEVER been kissed before . like , actually , really kissed , ❜ lux admits quietly to the OTHER , fiddling with the LIGHT flat sheet that covers the both of them , rubbing her own legs together nervously , ❛ i mean , um , sylas , he ... he did but , i --- ❜ a short , scoff / laugh from little LIGHT , ❛ i just ... i want a fairy tale kiss , you know ? ❜

Lights bounced off around the room with little faerie lights around Caitlyn's bed for aesthetic purposes. It reminded her of twinkling starlight at night and prevented the room from being encased in darkness. Caitlyn rolled over onto her side, resting her face against her cheek and looking up at Lux who fiddled nervously with the sheet. Fingers brushed up against her thigh, squeezing it softly to try and ease her worry as she quietly listened. The idea of that man, kissing Lux, caused a little growl against the back of Caitlyn's throat. Caitlyn vowed to never let him near her again, nor anyone else who might try to take advantage of her. The growl quickly faded as she looked back up to Lux who wanted a fairy tale kiss.

Caitlyn didn't know if she could do fairy tales. Lux had this light about her, a kindness and sweetheart. Caitlyn often leaned toward the darker aspects of life; from reading books about vampires and killer kelpies to constantly seeking out the shadows of Zaun and thriving in the chaos of that realm. She knew there lingered a darker side of her, a monster that if she did not maintain control over could come out and truly hurt someone.

Still, she wanted to try and give her that. While Caitlyn wasn't a dominant person, lux wanted this and a part of Caitlyn wanted it. Her body rose from her inclined position and brushed silver-tipped nails against her cheek. No words left her lips, save for a slight part between them. Silence whispered between their bodies, with only the soft hum of music in the background as Caitlyn brushed her fingers through Lux's hair. Beautiful, she thought to herself. Her hand slid down to cup her jawline and guided her to her.

The ambiance of the room provided a dim elegant setting. A soft scent of dragon blood and sage incense filled the room and tickled the noses. Slowly Caitlyn leaned down and pressed her lips up against Lux's. Her free hand brushed behind Lux's back and pulled her closer, leaning her head slightly to the left as she pressed her lips fully to hers. Eyes fluttered close, allowing herself to fall into the sweet kiss as her hand moved from Lux's jaw to the back of her neck. A flutter of hope, that perhaps Lux would want this, enjoy this. Perhaps... she would realize just how much Caitlyn wanted her to know the depth of her feelings.

#knifvd #answers — my name is caitlyn .#interactions — the answer is here ; staring me in the face .#post canon verse — revealing the snow leopard within .

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oneforthemunny · 2 years ago

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what is and what should never be |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 2

prompt: you agree to go on a date with mr. munson.

part 2 of the older!eddie x reader series.

reader is of age, 25 or 26 in this story. Eddie is 42. if this isn't your thing, don't read, but everything is consensual.

contains: age gap, language, drinking, smoking, p in v sex, oral, fingering. mentions of divorce & Eddie was previously married. 18+ minors DNI I'm so serious.

Your knee bounced underneath the table, polished nails tapping against the faux-leather lined menu in your hand. Eddie sat across from you, coolly, scanning the menu over. His eyes would raise to meet yours, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips when your eyes locked, sending a blush up your neck and to your cheeks. You were thankful for the dim lights in the bar.

He'd picked you up at your apartment in his truck, extending a bouquet of red roses to you when you descended. You'd gushed over them, cheeks heating to match the flowers in your hands.

"Told you I was old school, sweet thing." Eddie purred, sending you a wink that made your thighs clench together.

Eddie took you to a bar just a little outside Hawkins. It was clear it had been newly renovated to match the rising Art Deco aesthetic, but it was nice, private.

"So," Eddie placed his menu down, looking at you carefully. "Brielle tells me you're a teacher."

You nodded. "Yeah, first grade at Hawkins Elementary."

Eddie smiled. "You like it?"

"Love it." You smiled back. "A little exhausting at times, but they're the sweetest. A good age."

Eddie nodded. "Yeah, Brie was sweet when she was that age." He paused. "Not that she's not sweet now, but... God, she's a teenager."

You laughed. Eddie shook his head gently. "Sometimes I miss when she was that age." He sighed. "I mean, at least she wasn't sneaking out, and if she was bad, I just threatened the tell Santa."

You smiled sweetly, your heart swelling. "Where is Brielle tonight?" You asked. "Maddy said she was grounded."

"She is." Eddie grumbled. "But she's at her mom's tonight. Gina usually keeps her every other weekend when I work."

You pressed your lips together, looking back down at the menu. This was the first Eddie had spoke of Brielle's mother. "How long were you two together?" You asked as nonchalantly as you could, lifting your eyes carefully to meet his. You'd hoped you weren't too obvious.

Eddie's grin told you otherwise. "A coupla years." Eddie shrugged. "We met when we were young. Had Brie, tried to stay together for her, but..."

"But?" You questioned, lifting a brow.

"But we hated each other." Eddie scoffed with a laugh. "I shouldn't say that. I don't hate her. We just... We would fight all the time. To the point where Brielle asked Santa for us to stop fighting one year."

You cringed slightly. "Oh," you gritted. "That's rough."

Eddie nodded, shrugging. There was a pause, a moment of silence that laid thick in the air between you two. "You from Hawkins?"

You nodded. "Pretty much. Moved here when I was seven."

Eddie smirked. "So not that long ago, huh?" He teased.

You blushed, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Ha-ha." You deadpanned sarcastically.

Eddie held his hands up in mock defense. "I'm just trying to address the elephant in the room, sweetheart."

You pressed your lips together, fighting back your uncomfortable grin. "I thought this was just a thank you dinner, Mr. Munson?" You challenged, playfully raising a brow. Two could play this game.

You smirked when you saw his cheeks flush underneath the light, lips twitching and twisting into a smug smile. "If that's all you want it to be, that's all it'll be." Eddie said, fingers tapping on the table. "But I am having a good time talkin' to you."

You giggled. "Yeah?" Eddie nodded. "It's been nice talking to you too." You agreed with a breathy sigh. "The last few times I've been on a date it's been..." You cringed at the memory. "This is way better, let's just say that."

"So it is a date?" Eddie asked, raising a brow playfully. The wrinkles in his forehead deepened as did the small ones by his eyes.

The waiter brought you your drinks, saving you from a response. You sipped your gin and tonic, twisting the lemon curl on the straw, peering over the glass at Eddie.

Eddie lifted his whiskey out to you in a toast. "A thank you," he said. You smiled, clinking your glass delicately against his.

***

It happened so quick.

One drink turned to two, three, four. Next thing you knew, you were pressed in the backseat of the pick up truck, not even out of the parking lot. The two of you had shut the place down, Eddie slipping into your booth after the third drink, one arm around your shoulders with you pressed to his side.

He smelled like spicy aftershave mixed with cigarettes and the whiskey. The whiskey that you could taste on his tongue now. It clouded your mind, made your head spin and swirl until your only thought was him.

You don't know what came over you. Eddie had paid the tab, walking the two of you out to his truck. He'd placed his hand on the small of your back- respectfully- to keep you steady, even opening the door for you. Instead of getting in, you'd kissed him. Hard and deep, underneath the lamp post, tangling your hands in his hair.

Now he was on top of you, forearms planted on either side of your head to keep himself above you. You were beneath him, writhing and grinding into his thigh, feet sliding the length of his calf.

"Sweetheart," Eddie breathed, pulling apart so he hovered above you. His curly tendrils fell onto your cheeks, ticking them. "This is great. Really great, but..."

You took a sharp breath in. You knew it was coming. The inevitable 'I can't do this with you'. You were stupid to think this was going to work. You knew better.

"... My back is killing me." Eddie sighed, shaking his head as he adjusted so he was knelt between your legs, still hunched in the back of the car.

You blinked. "What?"

Eddie scoffed lightly, grinning. "I'm not young like you, baby." He smiled. You smiled gently, adjusting so you scooted back into the seat. "I gotta go somewhere where I'm not so cramped if you wanna do this. How about we go back to my place? Only if you want to."

You nodded, biting your lower lip carefully. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Eddie didn't wait long after the two of you stumbled through the front door, limbs clinging and grabbing, sloppy and needy kisses to each other. You dropped to your knees in the entrance way, his hands planted on the front door behind you.

Hands fumbling with his belt as his hands found your hair as you licked his tip, one hand gripping the back of his thigh to keep you steady, and the other cupping his balls, squeezing as you rolled them.

"Fuck, baby." Eddie groaned. "Just like that. All the way. Good girl." He groaned, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. You felt another gush of wetness flood your panties, clenching around nothing as you took him deeper.

You swallowed him as far as you could, only gagging when he pushed past your throat. "You can do it. Atta girl, good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby?" Your nose brushed against his coarse hair at the base of him, eyes pricking with tears.

He pulled out of you unexpectedly, a small whimper leaving your lips. "That's a good girl." Eddie cooed, calloused fingers wiping the wetness from under your eyes. "Someone's gotta take care of you, huh? Your turn now."

Eddie had you on the couch for at least forty five minutes after. Legs over his shoulders, your nails digging into the cushions behind you as you sobbed, crying out his name as he devoured into your pussy. He was a pro, that much was for certain.

When you'd told him that, spacey from your second orgasm, he'd laughed. "Years of practice, baby doll." He'd winked, smooching the inside of your thigh sloppily before letting his fingers run through your slick, sensitive folds.

He'd finally got you into his bed, stumbling down the hallway, before you propped yourself on all fours near the edge of the bed. He'd fucked you, hard. The squelch of your pussy being filled with him echoing off the walls, mixed with whimpers and groans from the both of you.

You'd pushed him on the bed, climbing on top before you sank down on his cock. It was a thank you for the dinner, and for everything afterwards. Nails dug into his tattooed chest, brows pinched and eyes shining. You felt so full of him. The head of his cock bumped the spongey spot that made you gush, leaving your body electrified and on fire.

He could feel your walls clench again, another sign that you were close. Eddie's hands dug into the meat of your hips and ass, a low grunt falling from his chest.

"Y'gonna cum for me, sweet thing? Yeah?" Eddie whispered, your whiny response making his cock twitch. "Go ahead. Cum all over me. Soak me, sweetheart." His fingers traveled up your body, flicking and twisting your pebbled nipples.

You clenched, rhythm stuttering. "Oh, fuck," You whined, high and nasally. "I'm gonna-fuck- I'm gonna-"

Your brain blanked, eyes rolling back as you clamped down on him, leaning forward for support as he held you up. Eddie smirked, moving you so you were on your back, his dick never leaving you.

"'M gonna finish up, alright? I'm close." Eddie whispered, pressing lazy kisses up and down your neck. You could barely register what was happening, sensitive and starry eyed still as he thrusted in you.

"You're such a pretty little thing, aren't ya?" Eddie teased, nipping and sucking at your neck. The stubble of his beard rubbed against your skin, leaving it raw and chaffed, but you didn't mind. He collapsed on top of you a few moments later, breathing heavy and hard in your ear.

"Goddam, baby." Eddie rasped, chest heaving as he tied the condom off.

Your thighs were trembling, a sheen of sweat on your entire body, heat still licking every inch of you. The realization of it all came crashing in- the post orgasm clarity. Your eyes cut to Eddie, watching him smoke a cigarette next to you. He looked over, handing it over as an offering, which you shook your head.

"Good," Eddie's gruff voice said, blowing smoke in the opposite direction. "Pretty things like you don't need nasty habits like this." He grinned.

You blushed, head still reeling as your eye lids drooped. "Thanks for takin' me out tonight." You sighed. "'M glad you asked me out."

Eddie smiled. "Anytime, sweet heart."

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marilynthornhilllover · 2 years ago

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Lucifer x human fem! reader

Name: understood?

Warning: fingering, indecent language, blindfold, , ice cubes, tied up ,NSFW, mommy kink, praise kink, master kink,

You had just came back a mission lucifer had sent you on and you were exhausted, but obviously you couldn't let her see you that way or she'd punish you. laying tired on a stool you threw back your head against the wall.

The silence was raining down on you as you slowly start to fall asleep. " y/n?" You heard a soft but dangerous voice, call your name. Swiftly standing you turn towards the voice. There she was, emerging from darkness as she stood infront of the fire-pond.

"Yes master" you asked, looking at the dark blue eyes staring at you from across the room, she was in her favorite red slik robe with bell selves. Gulping hard you bat your eye lashes . " are you tired my love?" She asked slowly making her way around the fire pit. You were breathing heavily and your positive she could hear you.

Talking a deep breath you answer before she got inpatient with you. " no master" you said bravely as you lied but deep down all you were filled with was fear. You heard her chuckle in disbelief. She walked towards you swiftly as her wings flap.

The sight was truly mesmerizing but terrifying at the same time. You felt your self suck in all the air in your lungs, just to push it out as soon as she was standing directly in front of you. You looked down not wanting to hold any eye contact with her.

She brought your chin up so you could look at her. " ok, was the mission to hard for you?" She asked her eyes filling with lust. You were lost in her blue crystal eyes, that pieced through your soul. " kinda," you replied placing both hands on her chest. She looked down on you like the prey you were.

Breathing shakily you look over her shoulders to stare into a mirror behind her. God she looked amazing from behind. " so would you like a mission that you could handle darling?" She asked bringing your full attention back to her face. You could feel your self getting wet as your core began to drip causing you to shut your thighs tight.

You were ready for anything she had planed. You nodded like a dumb slut. " ah ah ah, use your words darling" she said grabbing a fists full of your hair, pulling your head back, as she began to kiss your neck. You moaned" yes master" trying your hardest to keep your self together. She smiled against your skin. You couldn't help but shiver from it all.

" Oh and what might that be my love" she asked still keeping your head back as she sucked on your neck like a vampire. "To be fucked by my master" you mumbled between moans. Your sounds filled the room like a melody and, she was loving it. She quickly picked you up and, walked over to her chambers.

Her chamber was dark and sexy. Fire, candles, roses , swords all the things to her aesthetic. You couldn't help but spot a strap and some handcuffs as well as other toys.

She threw you on the bed as you landed with the sound of a thug. She shut the big metal door as she took her place infront you. Looking up at the creature you couldn't help but feel special. To have a nova look at you with pure lust was a once -in-a- blue moon. She leaned down and pecked your lips with a soft but passionate kiss.

It was swift but telling from the way she did it, she wanted to devour you right then and there. "Strip for me princess" she said as she put her wings away, turning into her fully human self. You quickly undid your blouse and jeans tossing them wherever. You were going to take off your bra and panties but then she stopped you.

"That I'll do" she said, she took off her robe and was left in her very own underwear. It was lace with thorn cutouts, obviously her aesthetic theme. She brought a slik blindfold to your face and looked at you. " May i?" She asked. Despite her ruthless behavior for others she awalys found a soft spot for you.

You nodded and she tied the blindfold around your eyes. Pushing you to lay back she spreads your legs open. You couldn't help but let out a gasp. You felt her body weight lift off the bed as she walked away. You were confused but you wanted her to fulfill her surprise.

After a while you felt a cold ice cube rest on your lips demanding entrance, quickly opening up you took it in and sucked on it. That's when you realized what she was going to do, but before you could protest you felt a cold cube press against your clit. You immediately arched your back moaning out. "Fuck,". She chuckled removing the pressure of the ice.

"Relax darling, just enjoy yourself" she said firmly but you could her the playfulness on her cold stern tone. Catching your breath after that sudden action it was quickly taken short again when, you felt the ice cube inter your cunt. The way the it spreaded you out, sent shivers down your spine. Lucifer was enjoying the view you were displaying to her. The coldness was driving you crazy.

After making you scream and cry she eventually stopped and got up off the bed again. She came back and tied your wrists to the bed post with handcuffs. You felt like a helpless. You tried pulling your wrist to test them, but they didn't move one bit it was almost like they were glued to the bed post.

She gently spread your legs apart, her hands very cold from the ice early causing you to shiver. " good girl" she purred, rubbing your inner thigh in a circle motion. " take a deep breath in my love" she said, you did as she asked, breathing in slowly. Suddenly that was cut short by a moan because she entered 2 fingers into you without warning.

"That's it my love, take it easy" she cooed, her cold fingers pushed far into you, spreading you out instantly. You arched your back as she began slowly pounding into you. "Fuck, master please" you moaned, tugging at your hands but it was no use.

She had no mercy with you. Watching you scream and cry out her name. "OH my fucking God. OH GOD PLEASE " you moaned, as your legs began shaking, she was knuckle length in you her curled fingers hitting your sweet spot every thrust. " oh sweetheart, not even god can help you now" she whispered in your ear. You felt defenseless.

You just closed your eyes and took it, as you were close to your high. "Look at me" she said, forcing your chin up with her hand. "If you wanna cum, you have to look at mommy" she whispered, kissing the area underneath your ear. You forced yourself into a passionate kiss with her. Both tongues fighting for dominance. She swallowed all your sweet moans, moaning back at you.

The way she made you felt was unbelievable. You never knew you could feel this way, because now one has ever made you feel such escasty. You looked at her deep in her eyes as she fucked you endlessly. Her eyes never leaving yours. Feeling you getting tight around her fingers she gaved you a slight smirk. A smirk that could end the world if it could. You felt that knot in your stomach get tighter.

" cum on mommy's fingers baby" she said in a soft tone. You did as you were told. She placed gentle kisses all over your face as she carried you through your high. You felt as if you were on top of the world. She slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper. She slowly kissed your forehead as she undid your cuffs, kissing your bruises. She pulled you into a cuddling position and laid there with you in silent. Lucifer was brutal, harsh, evil and cruel to everyone, but when it came to you was was the opposite. "Are you ok my love? Was I too hard? Did I perhaps hurt you by any chance?" She asked brushing her finger tips softly against your back.

"No I'm fine master, you made me feel special" you said hugging her tighter. " cause you are special my love" she said. She kissed you and rubbed your skin into random shapes. " new mission tomorrow at 5:00 am, can't handle it and I'll give you something to handle understood" she asked " yes master." you said getting up to put your clothes. After getting your things together .

You left her chambers smiling. Lucifer just owned you..... in a very special way. And know you belonged to her and only her...

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