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rafeshoeeee · 25 days

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popstar!reader x bodyguard!rafe

Ever since you were a little girl, being in the limelight was something you'd always dreamed of. Singing on stage and entertaining the crowd as they sang every lyric to all of your songs, It was a feeling you couldn't describe. It was almost like every nerve in your body was dancing around to the music you sang, and dancing to beat.

However, being a pop-star had its pros and cons, it was extremely overwhelming at times when all the attention was on you. Simple tasks like going to the supermarket was a challenge, without swarms of paparazzi flashing their cameras in your face and constantly getting up in your personal space. They had no shame, they didn't care if they pushed you about or invaded your privacy, they only cared about updating the media on your every move.

Your bodyguard always succeeded in making them give you space and when they didn't, he got very protective very quickly. He never backed down when paparazzi were ruthless, your safety always being his number one priority.

Apart of you found it insanely attractive, a guy who you barely had any relationship with, was willing to go above and beyond to protect you.

Another part of you felt rather guilty, how he puts you over himself in any situation and all you know about him is his name. Rafe, Rafe Cameron.

You had just finished touring around a week ago and decided to invite him out for dinner, just the two of you. Not a date of any kind, just to get to know each other, and so you could thank him for all the times he's helped you in situations you knew you wouldn't of been able to escape on your own.

He accepted your invite pretty much instantly. He had always found you intriguing from the moment you first met, you introduced yourself to everyone individually, despite all of them knowing who you were anyways. You were just so polite and precious and he didn't want you to experience the big wide world alone. He had the urge to protect you like no other, to shield you from any danger that you may face and to hold your hand when things got too much. And he got to do just that, but he wanted to do more.

You were looking forward to your evening ahead with Rafe, it'd be a nice change to see him without all his bodyguard gear. Although it suited him extremely well and you almost couldn't picture him without his black belt around his waist with his security badge pinned to it. You would actually be able to view him in a different light and get to know who he really was, not just your bodyguard. Potentially a friend.

You had to keep it professional of course, news spread quickly with anything that revolves around you and your love life. There has been rumors of the two of you dating, but you both just brushed it aside and took no notice. At the end of the day, it wasn't true, and there was no point getting wound up by it.

You aimed to get there by 8:30pm, you wanted to try and arrive a bit later to avoid it being too busy. You and Rafe decided to go to The Ivy, a nice Italian restaurant that was twenty minutes away from your house.

Rafe said he would pick you up at 8pm, he was very prompt and arrived exactly on time. You heard the doorbell ring and scurried there quickly so he wasn't waiting for too long.

And there he was, stood at your front door wearing a white button down shirt, it had been perfectly ironed to a crisp and the material looked expensive. The first two buttons were undone, showing off a slight bit of his toned chest, but not too much so it was inappropriate. Dark, navy blue trousers hugged his legs and a chocolate colored belt sat comfortably around his waist. He looked good, good enough to eat, and he thought the exact same about you.

The warm smile on your lips that you had coated with red lipstick as you opened the door. You looked incredible. It made his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of you in a long black dress, a slit traveling up your right leg and stopping at your mid thigh. Rafe licked his lips at the cheeky bit of skin you had showing, he wanted to see underneath. His eyes raked down your body and stopped at your nipples, that were prominently poking through the thin material of your dress.

He would do anything to swirl his tongue around your nipple slowly whilst he groped the other with his spare hand. He wanted to feel your skin slapping against his as he pounded into you, whilst you moaned in pleasure underneath and littered wet kisses onto his neck.

He was pulled from his thoughts to hear you rambling, "sorry i'm not ready, but i shouldn't be much longer. Soo, you can come in, i'll only be like 5 minutes"

Rafe nodded, "yeah that's fine" he stepped inside her house and shut the door softly behind him.

You cleared your throat, "there's glasses in that cupboard just there and drinks in the fridge, just help yourself, i'll be down in five"

Rafe watched as you ran up the stairs to finish glamming yourself up, he needed a drink, he needed something to take his mind off of the ungodly thoughts he was imagining just a few moments ago.

You were two steps ahead him, before you began getting ready, you poured yourself a glass on white wine and pretty much downed it immediately. You were on your third glass but had slowed down a bit, not wanting to embarrass yourself. You were a little tipsy but nothing you couldn't control.

You sprayed your Prada perfume on your neck and behind your ears, checked yourself out in the mirror once more and grabbed your bag from off the floor and headed for downstairs.

To your surprise, you collided with Rafe, he was wondering around like a lost puppy but he held a huge smirk on his face.

"Rafe? What are you doing?" you asked with confusion written all over your face.

He placed his hands firmly on your shoulders, fiddling with the small strap of your dress.

"i need you. So badly" he admitted.

He couldn't hold it in anymore, he couldn't go to dinner with you and then go home and wank off to a picture of you on your instagram. He wanted to watch you ride his cock, with your tits bouncing his face, him grabbing the flesh occasionally. He wanted to watch you do all the work, make him feel good. Feast his eyes of the image he's been dreaming of.

You were stunned, taken aback by his boldness. You weren't the only one who felt this way? You knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

You bit your lip and looked up at him through your eyelashes, slowly tracing your nails up his body, stopping at his face. You cupped his cheek and pulled your lips together.

Rafe's hands immediately traveled down your body and cupped your ass, aggressively squeezing the flesh. They didn't stay there for long, they traveled to your bra less tits and he squeezed them both, hard.

You moaned into his mouth, your lips separating, he lightly chuckled at your reaction, "you like that yeah?" his eyes full of lust and desire, waiting for your answer.

you were out of breath from the heated kiss you shared, "yeah" you breathed out before grabbing his hand and pulling him into your room.

Your hands made their way to his shirt, fiddling with the flimsy buttons and undoing them as quickly as you could. His toned upper body was on show, his abs making you clench your thighs together and wetness soaking your panties. Your hands then found the zipper of his jeans and he stepped out of them quickly, leaving him in just his boxers.

He flopped on your bed and laid there staring at you manspreading, "strip for me baby"

You raised your eyebrows but did as you were told. You slowly pulled both your straps down and stepped out of your dress, leaving you in just your panties. You could have sworn you could see love hearts in Rafe's eyes as he stared at your tits.

He jaw was agape, he was in awe, "fuck. you're so perfect" he complimented, causing the wetness in your panties to grow.

You grabbed your black lace panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, you were stood completely naked in front of Rafe.

"such a sexy little body. c'mere" he grabbed the band of his boxers and removed them in a swift motion.

His dick hard, precum leaking from the tip, it looked angry and desperate for some attention.

You crawled on top of Rafe and teased your entrance with his tip, making him become impatient, "no teasing baby c'mon, i need you" he grunted out.

You smirked to yourself, you didn't know how much control you had over him until this moment. You slowly sunk onto him, his length filling you up, you could feel him in your stomach.

It took a minute for you to adjust to his size but once you did you were bouncing on him slowly, making both his and your dreams come to life.

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wndaswife · 2 years

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A Bitter Craving

「 Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader 」

Tags: smut, angst, slight hurt & comfort, unreliable narration, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation, praise, mommy kink, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 6252

Summary: Wanda has been behaving strangely for a while. In spite of her maintained routine, you miss the affection she once gave you, and you do everything in your power to make up for an undisclosed mistake.

Part Two of 'Love and Loathing' | Series Masterlist

Blankets cocooned you, your stuffies were on one side of your bed with your favourite one tucked under your arm and your head laid comfortably on a soft pillow.

Wanda pulled your blankets up to your chin and kissed your forehead.

“Sweet dreams,” she whispered, stroking your hair once then heading to the door.

You rolled onto your side and said quickly before she left, “Mama.”

“Yes, my angel?”

“Can you read me a story?”

In spite of your request, Wanda raised her fingers to the light switch as if she had already made up her mind before you finished speaking. “No, darling, I’m sorry. Mommy’s tired,” she answered.

You nodded in understanding and snuggled back down into your blankets.

Wanda smiled softly in appreciation and turned off the bedroom light. She blew you a kiss before she closed the door.

The little dim bunny-shaped lamp on your nightstand lulled you to sleep when mommy’s soft voice could not. But all it did tonight was keep you up as you stared at it while thinking over the past two weeks.

Your spanking felt as if it happened ages ago, and all your little mind could reflect on was how oddly Wanda had been behaving ever since then. She hadn’t once neglected to make your meals and kiss you goodnight, but she also hadn’t read you a single bedtime story since your punishment, nor has she played with your dolls or had a movie night with you.

Overtime, you’ve become slightly more unnerved with every passing day that Wanda didn’t drown your face with kisses and spend hours dressing you up.

Most notably, you hadn’t slept in the same bed as Wanda for the past two weeks.

Initially, you had your own room separate from hers when you first moved in because of how big the change was and Wanda wanted to respect your space. Now, sleeping alone in your room was reserved for punishments and mere day-to-day preference in the case that you wanted time alone, but you knew mommy wasn’t angry with you because of how kind she was, and you knew that you would’ve much preferred to cuddle in her arms as you fell asleep than to be without her.

The sleeping arrangements of the last two weeks were an unspoken agreement though neither of you had brought it up and you certainly hadn’t ever agreed to it, which only further proved to you that there was something strange going on with mama.

You turned onto your other side and forced yourself to stop staring at your nightlight. You pulled your favourite stuffie to your chest and vowed to try and make Wanda feel better tomorrow lest you live through an indefinite amount of time without the affection you found yourself needing terribly.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of cooking eggs.

You practically leaped out of bed, eager to have Wanda’s time and attention as you once did, but firstly brushed your hair because mommy liked to see her little girl all done up just for her, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

She was standing in front of the counter by the stove and you could hear eggs crackling in their pans.

“Morning, mama,” you greeted happily, standing by the table with your hands behind your back.

Wanda turned and she smiled. Her hair was pulled back loosely with a jade claw clip you gifted her when you first began dating. She was free of makeup but it was clear that she had already gotten ready for the day, her skin supple and glowing as a result of her morning routine. She was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Mommy looked so pretty.

“Good morning, baby,” she answered then became occupied with her work on the kitchen counter again.

You ducked your head under Wanda’s arm and jutted yourself up to tuck yourself against her body. She squeezed her arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head, which made you giggle and cuddle into her chest. You turned around in her hold to the counter behind you to see Wanda putting together two yogurt parfaits with oats and various fruits, some cut up on a cutting board to the right.

“Finish this for me, my love,” she instructed then laid the two blueberries in her fingers down to move to the stove where she lifted a perfectly pan-fried egg and a few strips of bacon onto each of two small plates on the counter.

She placed the plates on the table while you sprinkled on a layer of oats and several blueberries and cut up fruit onto the yogurt.

Wanda put the rest of the unused fruit into a bowl and placed it between your plates, then took the yogurt parfaits and set it down on the table too.

You sat beside her at the table, looking over to her expectantly though you weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting. She caught you staring at her and wrapped a hand around the side of your head. She kissed your forehead and smiled down at you.

A few short conversations ensued with you desperately trying to start a longer exchange with her as the two of you always had. But Wanda didn’t seem to be all that invested in the things you brought up.

Moreover, she didn’t offer to feed you nor did she even pick up your fork to try, and much like your present sleeping arrangements, you didn’t dare ask if she didn’t offer. It didn’t stem from pride but rather a fear of pushing things too far with her, making things more tense than they already were.

Suddenly, without putting even a second’s worth of thought into your next words, you blurted out, “Are you mad?”

Wanda, who had a spoon of yogurt and fruit in her mouth, looked at you inquisitively. She eyed you for a moment before swallowing and scooping up a strawberry slice. “Why do you ask that?” she inquired, looking down at her plate then back over to you.

“Because you’re being mean to me,” you muttered quietly, petulantly.

“It is not mean to make you breakfast, Y/N.”

You raised your head from your plate, a spoon half-covered in yogurt clenched in one hand, and exclaimed, “No, but it’s mean to never kiss me or read me bedtime stories or play dolls with me!”

For the most part, Wanda’s expression was still and unmoving as she scrutinised you. Then she exhaled through her nose and spooned the blueberry into her mouth.

“I’m unsure what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” she answered, eyebrows raised in slightly irritated indifference.

You bursted up from your seat, fists at your side as you regarded her with what felt like childish anger. “No, you’re not!” you objected, your voice raised. “You’re being mean! Maybe I should run away and see if you’ll care about me then!”

A mix of humiliation and distress came over you with incomprehensible weight as you stormed out of the kitchen and up the staircase to your room; you had intended to stay composed and level-headed to ease things back to normal and most importantly, you hadn’t even known how upset you really were.

Were you really so much of a fool that you had no consciousness of even your own feelings?

How were you to ever know how Wanda felt?

You slammed your bedroom door and buried yourself back in your blankets, pulling them up over your head and vowing not to come out of your room until tomorrow morning.

The door opened and you heard Wanda step in and you buried your face further into your blankets. She closed the door behind her gently and sat on your bed.

“That is no way to speak to me,” she said.

When you didn’t respond, she lifted a hand to the blanket that was pulled over your head. She attempted to tug it down and expose your face but you tightened your grip on it.

Despite your persistence, Wanda continued, “Apologise for the tone you took with me now, Y/N.”

“No,” you responded, your voice muffled under your blankets.

“Then you don’t get to come downstairs until you apologise to me,” she chastised and stood up from the bed. She left the room and closed the door without another word, leaving you to ball up in bed and bear the weight of your unspoken words.

Eventually when you had the courage to pull your blankets down and roll out of bed, you walked over to your closet and leaned over to dig through your nightstand for your phone.

You hardly ever used your cellphone for you had realised how little you missed out on when you didn’t have it — those you believed to be your friends hardly ever messaged you and your family only ever did so out of what you believed to be obligation, though even that came every other month or so.

Wanda had suggested you spend your time doing something else that wasn’t being with her, which was the first time that had ever happened. If she wanted to get rid of you, then you knew no better way to atone for whatever mistake you knew she wanted you to atone for.

You’d spend your time alone at the park or at the movies, or doing nothing in particular at the public library — anything to give Wanda the time she needed to herself so you could come back and be welcomed home in her arms.

You were going to be on your own for the first time since you moved in with Wanda.

You tried to remember how she liked to do your hair but found it difficult to navigate after it was cut, so instead you settled for brushing it through and putting a headband on.

Wanda was sitting on the couch with a book in-hand when you came downstairs. She looked up from it, her eyes flitting down your body at your dressed appearance with your tidy hair and pretty outfit. The way her eyes narrowed in scepticism made you believe that she initially imagined you had come down to apologise.

She set her book down in her lap and perched her glasses up from her face and onto the top of her head.

“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, the barely-audible grit in her tone daring you to say yes.

You nodded, your arms still at either side of your body as if to maintain your self-control, to not burst out into childish fits like you had earlier. “Going to the park,” you replied.

No one would have answered you in time even if you did ask to see them. The very thought nearly broke your confident exterior as you felt that pathetic pit forming in your chest again.

A soft outline of her clenching jaw formed along the soft curve of her face as Wanda eyed you silently, a multitude of thoughts running through her mind at every second. She debated what to say next.

“Come here,” she told you simply.

Swallowing, you set your bag down by the front door and walked through the living room. She uncrossed her legs and moved her book to the side when you stood in front of her.

It wasn’t very often that you were able to see her from this upwards angle.

She reached up and unbuttoned your shirt.

“You buttoned unevenly,” she said, her fingers working on buttoning you back up properly.

You swallowed, avoiding eye contact with her as you looked ahead at the kitchen though you could feel her staring up at you.

She set her hands down onto her lap and interrogated, “Is someone going to pick you up?”

Nodding, you answered obediently, “Yes.”

“Who?”

As a result of a nervous instinct, you lied, “Natasha.”

Wanda’s lips parted. “Ah, Natasha,” she acknowledged. “And who else will be going out with you?”

“No one.”

“I was under the impression that you didn’t want to be anywhere but here,” Wanda said and took your hand, guiding you down so you sat in her lap. She leaned up and kissed your cheek. “Here with mommy.”

Your skirt hiked up your thighs when your legs parted to sit in Wanda’s lap and you tried pulling it down, looking away from her as she kissed up to your temple.

“What’s been bothering you, Y/N?” she asked, taking hold of your chin and making you look at her.

You pulled away from her but she wrapped her hand around your jaw instead.

She added sternly, “Tell me the truth, and no excuses like before.”

Something about the way you were sitting on her lap, her arm wrapped around your hips and her free hand making you look straight up at her made you give in.

“Feels like mommy doesn’t want me around anymore,” you muttered.

Normally, Wanda would scold you for mumbling, but this time she just let go of you and brushed your hair behind your ear with her fingers affectionately, not uttering a word of disapproval.

“Why?” she asked quietly.

“Because you never want to spend any time with me.”

You felt Wanda’s fingers tap against your bare hip where your shirt hiked up. Her eyes flickered down your face though you weren’t sure what she was seeking in your disheartened expression of uncertainty.

“Y/N,” she began, “I’m sorry.”

Her words made you look up from your hands that were resting on her lap.

“I should not have punished you that time. I was too rough with you. I knew how sensitive you were and how much your punishment hurt, and I neglected my power over you,” she explained. “I’m sorry.”

The more you heard her apologise, the more you realised how much you had been wanting to hear her say it.

She continued, “I let my fantasies get the better of me.”

“What are you talking about, mama?” you asked timidly, frightened of ruining the intimate moment between the two of you.

Wanda regarded you with a certain hesitancy, a precariousness glistening in her eyes that captivated you in its depths for you’d never seen her so powerless. But the moment was fleeting, as she looked away as suddenly as her apology had come.

“You don’t need to apologise for breakfast,” said Wanda, recasting her focus on you with the discretion you’d always known, “just say you won’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t leave you.”

“Ever,” she corrected.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

She raised a hand to your cheek, softly stroking your cheekbone and smiling at you proudly.

“Why don’t you…” she started reluctantly, “call your friend and tell her you can’t make it today?”

A smile formed on your face, a warm feeling from being on the receiving end of Wanda’s affection once more coming over you.

The sight of her smile made her feel more reassured and Wanda said, “Let’s go to the park together. You don’t need Natasha.”

You shook your head and wrapped your arms around her neck, hugging yourself close to her while she laughed and raised her hands to your upper back, embracing you.

“I wanna be home with mama,” you opposed.

Wanda hugged you and nuzzled her nose against the side of your face, inhaling the scent of your hair while she cradled the back of your head. “Okay, baby,” she said finally. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll change you into something comfortable. How does that sound, hm? You can wear mommy’s clothes if you want.”

You nodded immediately and you felt her smile against your cheek.

She stood from the couch carefully so you eased off her lap. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you headed back up the stairs. She peppered kisses against the top of your head until her soft lips reached your forehead.

Wanda looked through her dresser for clothes she imagined you’d like while you stood in front of her full-length mirror.

This was the first time you looked at your hair in this regard — fully dressed to go out, looking how you’d appear for the next while until your hair grew.

Some days you weren’t sure who you were, and as you stared into the mirror watching the rising and falling of your chest and into the reflected eyes of someone changed, though you could not say how she had changed, you felt today was one of those days.

When Wanda’s arms wrapped around you, one around the back of your shoulders and the other around your midriff, you turned in her hold and laid your head on her chest.

Some days you weren’t sure who you were.

But if you were anything, you were Wanda’s.

Always.

Her fingers played with the hair against the back of your neck, twirling it around her fingers as you squeezed your arms around her hips.

“It’ll grow out, my love,” she said suddenly as if reading your mind.

You asked and raised your head from her chest, “You don’t like it, mama?”

“I love it,” she answered. “But I know you don’t.”

“Why do you love it?”

Wanda placed a hand on either one of your cheeks and stepped back so she could angle your body towards the mirror again. The tips of her fingers brushed against the locks of hair that fell against your ears. The pads of her fingers grazed your lobes.

“Because I think you look adorable,” she answered. She stepped behind you, wrists crossed just below your chin and her hands still caressing your face gently. “I love to see my little girl’s face.”

One hand was placed on your shoulder and the other wrapped around your chin, turning your head so she could kiss the bridge of your nose.

“When you had longer hair, I could hardly see your pretty smile because you were so shy about it, angel,” she added.

“I don’t like my hair. Makes me look bad.”

She let go of your chin and placed her free hand on your other shoulder. “I know you don’t like it,” she said, her voice quieter.

“I shouldn't have cut your hair,” she then admitted. “I knew how much you adored it — how long it took you to grow and care for.”

You bristled slightly at her recollection. It did take you a few months to have grown it out to the length it had been.

Wanda squeezed your shoulders. “There are a lot of things I did that evening that I am not proud of. I acted out of instinct, out of temperamental and irrational feelings. I should have known better.”

That momentary hesitant look came over her again. You watched her closely through the mirror at how she looked at your hair, felt the way her fingers brushed the fabric of your sleeve.

Then she looked up at you, your eyes meeting through your reflections. She smiled at you and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“But I really do love your hair, princess,” she said, her smiling growing.

Her head ducked down and her lips met the sensitive skin of your neck. She kissed up to your jaw, your head tipping to the side and allowing her more access to you. “Let me show you how pretty I think you look, baby.”

The words made your cheeks flush with an exhilarated fervour, a chill of anticipation running up your spine.

Her hands fell down to your hips and she pulled you against the arch of her body. She tugged you at a certain angle so your ass ground backwards against her hips.

From the crook of your neck, Wanda watched the way your lips parted shakily at the simple gesture. She smirked and nipped at your skin softly, your gasp still caught in your throat before she reached up swiftly and groped your breast.

She then unbuttoned your shirt, her other hand pushing your skirt down from around your hips. You lifted your arms and allowed her to pull your shirt over your head, eliciting a satisfied hum from Wanda.

Your clothes were forgotten on the floor of her bedroom when she saw you wearing the pair you were wearing — a pink bra decorated with pretty little bunnies on them and underwear that matched.

Reassuring kisses were peppered along your shoulder as she continued to undress you, feeling how you began to squirm at the dawning thought of being completely naked in front of a mirror.

“Shh,” she whispered against your bare skin. “It’s alright, my beautiful girl.”

She unclipped your bra and with the gentle tracings of the tips of her fingers that trail chills across your skin, Wanda pushed its straps from your shoulders and it fell onto the floor, exposing your bare breasts.

A desire to turn and look away from yourself bubbled up within you but Wanda stepped forward, pressing her front flush against your back and preventing you from doing anything but keep your body facing ahead.

Her hands came up and groped both of your breasts, kneading gently as Wanda kissed the side of your head.

“You look so cute,” she said and chuckled when she watched you shy away, looking down at the floor while your cheeks flushed at the compliment. “Look at how pretty your body is. I find myself jealous of you from time to time — so smart and beautiful.”

“Thank you, mommy,” you uttered quietly.

She lowered and whispered against your ear, “Oh, you’re welcome, angel.”

Your lobe was taken between her teeth and Wanda tugged on it teasingly before she rested her chin on your shoulder, watching you intently through her mirror.

Her fingers tugged at your nipples and you felt a sense of vulnerability when they hardened between Wanda’s thumb and index fingers as you realised how familiar her hands were with your body. She knew just how to tug at you, how to flick her fingers over your nipples and tease you just the way she wanted.

With that vulnerability came a sense of belonging, and you lolled your head to the side and rested it against Wanda’s.

One hand travelled down your stomach, fingernails running over your skin and leaving delicate red trails in their wake.

An index finger hooked itself under the band of your underwear and Wanda hummed as if contemplating something.

You squirmed, but this time out of impatience and little to do with your previous bouts of insecurity. “Mama…” you whispered.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Wanda cooed in response, voicing concern for a thirst she knew she could quench if her fingers only inched down a little more, her cool fingertips making contact with your warm, sticky-

“Please, I feel icky,” you confessed. “Need you.”

Wanda angled her head up and kissed the slant of your jaw. “Need me where?”

“Need you touching my adult parts.”

Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth and she corrected, “Nothing about you is ‘adult,’ sweetheart. You’re just a little baby who’s dependent on her mommy. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and willing yourself not to melt onto the bedroom floor out of ticking anticipation. “That’s right. Mommy knows best,” you replied.

Wanda was particularly satisfied by your answer and she mused with an impressed hum before saying, “Mommy does know best.”

Her fingers finally delved past the waistband of your panties, and further down until her wrist was snug between your thighs. The pads of her fingers merely ghosted over your slit and Wanda chuckled when she felt the way you quivered against her body at the slight contact.

When she made contact with the fleshy hood of your clit, your hips bucked upwards and Wanda giggled. She pulled her hand back and away from your pussy. She watched you attempt to grind down against her hand and pinched your nipple to make you cease your movements.

She let go of your breast and placed her fingers against the side of your chin, forcing your head to turn to her. Her head lifted from your shoulder and she kissed you, her tongue slipping past your lips without warning and exploring the inside of your mouth. She forced herself further into your mouth with her tongue, slowly coaxing yours out.

Once your tongue stuck out from under Wanda’s to give her more room, she took your tongue between her teeth. The action made you gasp, but she was quick to shift her advances into something softer when she wrapped her lips around your tongue, sucking softly.

Her hand slipped out from beyond your panties and she turned you around with her hands on your hips while your lips remained attached. She led you backwards and sat you down on her bed.

Wanda lowered herself slowly while her hands found themselves on either side of your waist. Her fingernails pressed into your soft skin greedily. She lowered herself onto her knees and she faced the valley between your breasts. She nipped at the side of one of your breasts, smirking up at you before continuing down, transitioning between her lips and her tongue.

Once she reached the space under your bellybutton you shiver knowing how painfully close she was to your pussy. You watched Wanda as she took the waistband of your panties between her teeth and dragged it down teasingly. The fingers of one hand tucked themselves under the waistband when she released it from her teeth.

She straightened and placed her forehead on your stomach, watching intently as more and more of you was uncovered as she pulled your panties down slowly. Your underwear finally dropped to your feet, and when you expected to be chilled by the cold air of Wanda’s bedroom, your dripping centre was greeted with her warm exhale.

Her hand lifted to travel between your thighs. Two fingers parted your sticky folds slowly. Her head was tipped down slightly, watching with parted lips at how her fingers ran through your soaked cunt.

You writhed against the torturous speed and bucked your hips upwards impatiently.

“Good girls are patient,” she reprimanded, looking up to you through her eyebrows. “If you want to be good for me, you won’t do that again,” she emphasised sternly. At the sight of your obedient nod, she looked down between your thighs again.

She cocked her head forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit. When she pulled away, her tongue darted out to lick her lips and she moaned at the subtle flavour of your pussy. She took her fingers out from between your folds and put them to her tongue.

Eyes were pinned on her intently as her tongue pushed itself between her glistening digits. She visibly became hungry for more as her fingers pushed themselves past her lips. Green eyes darted up to you, making direct eye contact with you as she sucked at her fingers covered in your juices.

Fingers slipped out of her mouth and she pressed a kiss to your upper thigh. “Open up for me, princess,” she instructed.

You obliged immediately, shuffling each leg to opposite sides.

“That’s right,” Wanda praised and kissed your lower stomach. “Perfect.”

She removed one hand from your thighs and pressed the length of her middle and ring finger against your silt. The pads of her fingers slowly parted your folds again. You could hear the stickiness of your cunt when Wanda ran her fingers up the sides of your inner labia.

A shaky exhale escaped you as your thighs trembled. Her two fingers parted as her middle finger moved forward to circle around your clit softly. You shuddered and your lips parted to let out a whimper.

“I love how sensitive you are to me, kitten.”

A thumb pressed against one of your outer pussy lips and pulled back, exposing more of your cunt to Wanda. A kiss was pressed to your opening. “Tell me this is all for me. Tell me how much of a filthy whore you are,” Wanda whispered and looked up to you.

“It’s all for you, mommy,” you answered immediately. “Only for you. I’m mama’s dirty little slut.”

Soothingly, her hand rubbed against your thigh. Before wasting any more time, she leaned forward, burying her nose against the hood of your clit as she ran her tongue through your slit.

You let out a long moan as Wanda’s tongue ran through you languidly. You leaned back, allowing her more access to you.

Appreciation was quickly expressed as she moved further down your cunt. The bridge of her nose rubbed against your clit as she stretched her tongue forward to tease at your opening. The tip of Wanda’s tongue circled your soaked hole. Your hips jolted down and your clit pressed against the bridge of Wanda’s nose, eliciting a squeal from you.

Wanda pulled her head back and kissed your clit. She raised her hand to your cunt, her ring and middle finger drawing gentle circles against your folds. She heard you whimper above her and she looked up at you. Her fingers pushed into you carefully. You were tight, and Wanda used a bit more of her arm’s force to enter you.

She kissed your upper thigh repeatedly until you reached her knuckles. “That’s a good girl. You feel how deep I am?” Wanda asked.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, mama, feels good,” you slurred pathetically.

Wanda’s fingers arched inside you. A fierce pressure built in your lower stomach. Her thumb raised to rub your clit. It circled around your mound as her other two fingers began moving in and out of you. “Taking me so beautifully, my perfect girl.”

Wanda gradually picked up speed. Her thumb removed itself from your clit and her lips replaced it.

You mewled, grinding down onto Wanda’s mouth. Her teeth peeked out from her upper lip and her teeth grazed your clit softly. A gasp escaped you as her knuckles hit your opening repeatedly. Your juices dripped down her hand, but Wanda’s speed did not let up. Her tongue darted out to smooth itself up the sides of her fingers, lapping at your pussy lips as they spread to wrap around her digits.

The mirror was perched up behind her, allowing you the ability to see yourself perched up on the bed, legs on either of Wanda’s shoulders as she was on her knees for you, her head buried between your thighs.

She began to stretch your hole out, her fingers parting inside you. Her tongue was incredibly nimble. She flattened her tongue against your clit, rubbing against you side to side.

“I want to put my tongue in you,” Wanda panted out. Her fingers slipped out of you and you whined at the sudden hollowness inside you.

Leaning forward, her lips made contact with your glistening mound and she cleaned you up. Her words were slurred when she said, “You taste so good. I could eat you out for hours.”

The way she pressed her nose against your clit made your arms turn to clay and you nearly fell back into the bed. But Wanda had instructed you to look at yourself in the mirror, so you tried your hardest to pay attention to the mirror ahead.

“Blyad. Ty ochen vkusnyy,” she emphasised in Russian against your pussy. A throaty groan came from the woman underneath you.

Wanda’s tongue entered your hole and you clenched around her. Her lips closed around your folds and she moaned out at the taste of you, her eyes fluttering closed. Her fingers pressed into the sides of your ass, pulling you further down onto her mouth. Her tongue pushed further into you and pulled back with no resistance, stretching your hole out repeatedly.

A series of stuttered left you, “Mommy, I feel- I’m going to-”

“You want to come in my mouth, doll? Show me how much you love when I eat you out. Make mommy proud,” Wanda moaned against you, her tongue darting in and out of your hole as she spoke.

“I want to make you proud, mama. I wanna come,” you cried out.

“Keep your eyes open,” Wanda instructed. “Look at yourself when you come.”

A long cry escaped from deep inside you and Wanda grinned against you as your soft walls clenched around her tongue, your thighs hugging around her head. She watched as your eyes struggled to keep your eyes open and look ahead, watching the way you came for her in the mirror.

Her tongue lapped at you, cleaning you up as you slowly came down from your orgasm. Carefully, she slipped out of you, sticky ropes of your juices connecting to the lower half of her face.

Wanda pressed a soft kiss to your pussy, making your hips jerk. Her hands circled around to your hips and she hoisted herself back up to you. She kissed your lips, watching your drowsy expression as your eyelids fought sudden fatigue.

A hand wrapped around the back of your neck and the other around your lower back, moving you up along the bed until you laid down comfortably in the middle of it.

“My wonderful girl. So beautiful,” she cooed. She stripped herself down until she was bare, knowing how much you loved to feel your skin against hers.

Soon, you were covered in blankets, cuddled up against Wanda’s side as she held you close, your head tucked under her chin. Not very much was said between the two of you, only the silent exchange of soft inhales and exhales, a dance of breath whose sounds soothed one other.

Then Wanda muttered against the top of your head, “I haven’t been myself. I’ve been destructive and cruel — especially to you. I let my jealousy and my own insecurities overtake me, and I let it out on you.”

The conversation she last had with you before she left your room that evening had been replayed in her mind until it formed a rot in her from the inside, one that spread and infected her. She became bitter, finding that it was easier to become cold rather than to tell you she didn’t want for you to leave her.

It was juvenile, the response one would see from an adolescent.

Wanda knew that well, yet she could jot stop the rot from spreading anyhow until it harmed her even the one she held closest to her heart.

“It’s okay, mommy,” you said.

She continued despite your pardon, “I truly am sorry for how I’ve treated you. I love you dearly, Y/N, and I’ll try to be better at showing it. Properly — as you deserve.”

You moved upwards and wrapped your arms around her neck to hug her. “I love you too,” you said, your cheek pressed up against hers.

Her hands ran up and down your back, thanking you wordlessly.

You laid there for a few minutes more, your bare bodies entangled in each other with Wanda’s arms wrapped protectively around your body. Though she didn’t utter another word, you felt somehow in the security of her hold that she was still apologising by the way she held your head against her breast, let you hear the beating of her heart, and rested her head against atop of your own. Her lips were pressed against the top of your head as if in a perpetual kiss all while she inhaled the scent of your hair, the scent of your body, felt the radiating heat of your skin after making love to you.

You went to bed that night in the same manner, wrapped up in her body, under her blankets and enveloped in her scent, in her hair, in her kisses that lingered even long after she’d fallen asleep.

Wanda sometimes awoke in the middle of the night, grasping for you in the dark of her room, her fingers wrapping around her sheets in desperation to feel you beside her, curled up against her body.

Sometimes you slipped away from her as you slept, but you always promptly woke when she was shaken awake by her terrors, for you had slept beside her enough times to hear the sudden sharp inhale in your dreams, the panicked outreach for you.

You sat up sleepily and Wanda reached up to wrap her arms around you, pulling you back down to her chest. She kissed the top of your head and ran her fingers through your hair.

The beats of her heart would slow and her hold would loosen as the minutes passed until you were taken by sleep again with Wanda following soon after she ensured she held you close enough that the feeling of your body curled against hers, even in her sleep, would guide her away from her night terrors.

She never told you what she dreamt about and the following morning took place as they usually would, often without a single mention of the earlier occurrence.

But you didn’t have to ask to know what haunted her in her sleep, for it was the same thing that stalked her in her waking hours, the same thoughts that contoured the stillness of her brow in something pensive and solemn if you caught her at the right time.

Then within moments when Wanda’s lips found your skin, the memories vanished. But it was never long until they reproached her again, even if that meant they would take her in her dreams.

#love and loathing #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut

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if you're too shy then let me know.

so i had a dream and i had to write it. CW. Overstimulation, non-con, dub-con, self word non stablished, innocent reader, dark!spider man, perv!peter parker, creampie, oral sex (male and female), fingering, masturbating (male), sir kink, public sex, exhibitionist kink, multiple orgasms. let me know if i missed one.

Peter always thought he liked Gwen Stacy. It was only fair, it was right, it felt right. She was smart, pretty and charismatic, she always seemed to understand him and she was a strong, independent woman.

But just when he was thinking on asking her out, on start working, building the friendship into something else, he met you, and you were the prettiest little thing he has ever seen, and wanting you just felt right, even more than wanting Gwen.

Thought the feeling was different, he knew he loved Gwen, she was his best friend, and being by her side, in any situation, made the universe's path seem correct. But he wanted you, he wanted you like he has never want someone, it burned his skin and it didn't allow him to sleep at nights.

"Umh, hello?" You said, a sunday night while walking outside the store, Peter knew you saw him, at least Spider-Man, he was standing close to the alley and that was the first time he saw you. "Are you going to hurt me?"

You questioned, far too innocent fom the city of Brooklyn wickedness, he wanted to, you seemed too pure, too cute for the darkness of the night and he wanted to bruise your skin, put you against the wall and make you beg for him to stop.

As soon as that thought invaded his mind, he thought how many more could think of that, and he felt the need to protect you, at least from others.

He and Gwen befriended you, your faculty was near to Gwen's and you crossed paths when you almost throw her final project. You couldn't stop apologizing, wanting to get smaller and disappear, but Gwen just smiled at you and invited you for lunch, as she thought you were incredibly cute as well.

"Peter, this is my new friend... Y/N" the blonde girl smiled, and Peter could swear he might die from the cute smile and the little wave you used to greet him.

"Hi" He said "I'm Peter Parker"

As time passed by, you became close with both of them, and one afternoon you said, out of the blue, gaining concerned looks from Gwen and embarrassment took over Peter's body when she looked at him.

"This boy has been follow me lately" You started, 'lately' meaning since you moved to Brooklyn "He wears a red and blue suit, I think I've seen him on the news but..." you stopped "I don't think it's him because he's supposed to be a hero, a friendly person, and the boy following me scares me"

You continue eating, as if what you said wasn't concerning, as if it happened every day; "Peter..." Gwen said, between her teeth.

"Maybe there's two of them" He said, his hands sweating at Gwen's deep stare "The good one and an impostor"

That made sense, at least for you, but Gwen knew better.

"I should ask the good one for help, to take the bad one away" You said, and then you opened your eyes, as if what you just said was unacceptable "Not in a bad way" You pout "I just don't want him following me"

Where did Peter got someone to dress as Spider-Man so he could 'fight' him and pretend he saved you wasn't what was concerning, which was even more unbelievable was your ability to believe everything people would say to you.

"You alright, sweetheart?" Spider-Man asked you once the other ran away "Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head and look at Spider-Man with big doe eyes, thanking him with the sparkles in your eyes and trying to catch your breath.

"Good" He continued "Now... How're you gonna repay me?"

It came out too mischievous, too perverted for anyone's liking but you, he did something for you, the least you could do was paying for his actions.

"I– I don't know, sir" You started, tears assuming through your eyes because your pockets were empty and you were just carrying your daddy's credit card "I don't have money on me but I promise you, mr. Spider-Man, I would pay you as soon as I have cash on me, I'll– I'll even pay interests"

You rambled and Peter chuckled, finding you ridiculously cute.

"Princess... no, I don't ask for money"

"No?" He shakes his head "Then...?"

"Last time, an old woman gave me a chocolate pie"

"But I don't bake" You pouted, and his hand traveled to your chin, caressing your lower lip with his thumb and you felt shivers traveling down your spine. "Sir?"

"Yeah" He breathed "I like sir, call me that, princess" You frown, not understanding. "I'm gonna go easy on you, alright?" You nod "Just because you're so pretty" He continues, and you blush, his hand goes to his mask and lifts it a little, enough to show his lips, and even thought they seemed familiar for you, you didn't give it a second thought, most people looked alike in New York. "Gonna kiss you"

And you panic, because you've never kiss someone before, you swallowed your lips and he looked at you, or at least you thought for how he moved his head, the white eyes of the mask going from your lips to your eyes.

"I've never kiss someone" You let out, and you don't know why you felt suddenly ashamed.

"No one has ever touch those lips" You shake your head, lips inside your mouth again "Well, today's your lucky day, princess. Who better than your hero"

And you knew he was right, something told you he was making a point. A kiss should be shared between people who love, who care for each other, and if Spider-Man took the time to save you, took the time to still be here, to wait until your body stopped shaking, it was because he cared for you.

"You love me?" You asked, looking at his pretty puffy lips, pink and small, you smiled.

"Yeah" He said, not thinking it twice, chuckling. Maybe he didn't love you, love you, not like he loves Gwen, not like he loves but may, but he loved the way your body looked tiny next to him, he loved the idea of how gigantic his cock would look once he puts it against your cunt. So yes, he loved you too. "How could I not? You're so pretty"

Peter was waiting for you to say something, in reality he just wanted to act, he wanted to take you right there, rip your clothes off in the middle of the night, knowing the cold October breeze would invade your body, but it didn't matter, because he was gonna fuck you so hard, you would get warm with his horny body. For a minute, consent started to feel overrated, just a factor made to lose time.

He finally kiss you, taking your silent as a clue to do so, knowing you were too shy to say 'yes', too shy to let him know you wanted that too. He must as well just fuck you straight away since you would never verbally allow him to. Too timid, too innocent to even know what sex what, or at least he got turned on by that thought.

His lips smashed against yours, he wetted your lower lip, biting it when he was about to pull away, suddenly deciding it wasn't enough. He needed to be inside of you one way or another, so when you gasped at the bit, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, causing your eyes to open and your hands travel to his chest, pulling him away or at least trying to do such thing.

His hand went to your neck and hold it a bit tight, closing his fist more every time you tried to pull away, a few seconds after, tears were asking your eyes to let them go and you were whimpering, crying, for Spider-Man to stop.

"You' alright there, doll?" He asked, pulling away and taking your hand in his, looking at your teary eyes and your red neck "What's wrong?"

"Couldn't breathe" You say in a thin, broken voice "Wanted to stop but you wouldn't let me"

"Oh!" He faked worry "I'm so sorry, doll, you just looked so pretty I couldn't stop myself" And it was like he knew he would get away with everything just with that nickname, you're favorite word, it sounded so good coming from his lips, so honest and soft, so pretty. "Are you mad?"

You shake your head and look at him, putting your hands back in your neck, not knowing why your pussy was tickling. Not knowing if it was right how much you liked it.

"No, sir" You answered with a small smile, cleaning your skirt and looking at him again "Thank you"

"I don't think that bad, mean man would bother you again, doll. Might stick around sometimes to take care of you, alright? Don't get scare" He smiles, but you can't see it "Doll, don't tell anyone, right? Everyone would want to kiss Spider-Man and I can't go kissing every girl I save, can I?" You shake your head "Not when I have you"

You nod with a smile and walk out of the alley, Peter's eyes glued to your back, making sure you get back home safely.

★

You start the next morning feeling new. You shared your first kiss with none other than Brooklyn superhero, and he speeded the whole kiss reminding you how pretty you were.

You arrived school with a smile, the world seemed pink and for some reason any problem could bother you. Gwen complimented your sudden radiation of happiness;

"Nor that you didn't look happy, you always look happy..." she started "But you look radiant today"

Peter just nodded, as if he didn't know, but the thing was, you liked the kiss, and he felt happy for that.

There was a party that weekend, you wanted to attend and meet new people, the event which usually would pass by the two of them, was attended.

Gwen wouldn't let go of your hand, always thinking if she drops it you would get lost. And in Gwen's mind, you loosing them in the crowded club was the worst think that could happened to the United Stated of America.

"Peter, what's wrong with you?" Gwen asked, turning to see him and then at you, examining your face for any sign that you wanted to leave "You're awfully quiet"

Peter chucked, nervously "Parties are not my thing" He shrugged.

"Yeah, I know, but Y/N's having a good time" She turned around to see you, still holding your hand, trying to get away, inside the crowd of people dancing. "That's good"

Peter nodded, and his eyes couldn't help but travel to your ass, your skirt seemed to get shorter today, your graphic shirt tighter and you were wearing leather boots instead of the usual snickers.

How could he act nonchalantly when he couldn't stop thinking about you, about putting your skirt up and fucking you in any surface he could find. He would even take you right there if he had the chance.

★

"Peter I lost, Y/N" Gwen arrived next to him, panicking "She was standing next to me then I went for drinks and then she was gone"

"What do you mean you lost her?" He says, looking at the blonde girl "Like a child?" She nods "Alright, let's look for her. Take a look around the club I'll see outside"

Gwen nodded and walked away from Peter, Peter, who saw you walking through the back door a few seconds before, who saw you hugging his jacket trying to warm your body.

Peter who left through the front door, taking advantage of the darkness to start taking his clothes off and pulling his mask on his face. Peter who was about to rail you on the club's parking lot.

Would you like him to fuck you? And more important, would you want him to fuck you?

It was echoing his mind, but it was far too late now, he knew your opinion couldn't import less, he needed it.

"Sir?"

You called when you distinguished the red and blue suit. He nods, walking close to you.

"What're you doing by your own here, doll?" He asks, caressing your cheek and smiling at how you pressed your face against his palm "It's dangerous"

"Inside felt weird" You said, opening your eyes and looking at him "I wanted some air"

He nods and without you noticing he sends a web to the door. Starting to breath heavy, pulling his mask up with desperation and taking your face more aggressive than the last time. You try to protests, but your words are shouted by a surprised gasp when he puts you on top of the nearest car and his hands make their way down your skirt, without leaving your lips.

You try to fight back but his hold gets tighter, his hand moves faster through the fabric of your panties and he stops his touch to pull up your shirt, your bare chest on display for him and you start to complain when he leaves your lips to put your breast inside his mouth.

"Sir?" You asked, scared "What're you doing?"

But he didn't answer, just pulls your arm, making you bend over the car, your cheek against the cold white metal of the Mercedes and letting out a gasp by the froze sensation traveling through the skin of your sensitive titties.

"Please, no"

You cry when your ass is exposed, your skirt pulled up and Peter big hands touching you, putting your underwear aside and kissing your inner thighs.

"Don't fight it, bunny" He says softly, as if what he was doing was right "I'm making you feel good, don't you want that?"

And yes, you wanted, but this didn't feel right. It made you feel dirty, it made you feel so bad it was almost good.

"Your pretty pussy's all wet for me, darling. Doesn't it feel good?" He whispers "You know what pussy is?"

You nod, because you weren't that oblivious, what you didn't know was why it started to feel wet.

Peter licks his fingers and pass them through your folds, making you quiver and cry, it hurts when he puts his finger inside, your walls stretching the two long and slim fingers and his cock hardens at the thought, because if his scrawny fingers felt like that, how would his cock feel.

"You're pussy's so tight, bunny. Fuck it feels too good"

He starts to move fasters, your cries are beginning yo mix with moans and your whispered 'stop's' doesn't seem to register through Peter's ears, ignoring how violently your body starts shaking and how you seem out of breath.

He kneels to kiss your cunt, his tongue making its way through your folds and his hand grabbing your ass. He takes off the Spider-Man suit as fast as he can and frees his cock, starting to stroke his cock with his fingers inside of you.

"Do you like how Spider-Man makes you feel, baby?"

"Stop, sir, please. S'not right" You cry.

"But it is, baby. It's just right, it's what people who love each other do, didn't you say you loved me?" He pouts, and you catch a glimpse of his lips quivering; "Were you lying?"

You shake your hand, tears leaving your eyes because it felt wrong and you made Spider-Man sad.

"Love you" You moan, trying to make him feel better.

"Oh, baby" He moans, taking his cock and spanking your ass with it "Love you more"

He wanted to be careful, the thought was present on him since before he got out of the club, but he was so horny, he needed to put it inside of you right away, so he did, ignoring your hurtful cries and how you tried to climb on the car to get away from him.

He took your hips, thrusting deeper into you, slowly, because he wasn't a monster after all.

"Hurts, sir"

You cry, and he feels his cock harden, the look of your teary eyes, mascara streaming down your face and hands in your back. He cummed inside once, the first of the night he thought, and you felt a sudden peace when his warm cum traveled your walls.

"Sir?"

"That's my cum, doll" He starts, taking your body and flipping you, lowering his face to your cunt and smiling at how the white sticky fluid was trying to scape your pussy "S' like medics" He continued "Gonna make you feel better, alright?"

And you, full of ignorance, nod, exhaling and maintaining your back up with your hands. Peter starts to lick your folds again, wildly, like he was starving, he dingers it, moving his hand like an expert and sucking your clit, making you squirm uncontrollably, looking at him with mouth open, moaning, crying, because you don't know what it's happening to your body and if what you felt was right or wrong.

It feel... strange, your stomach was tickling and you didn't know why or how but something made you feel like you wanted, no, needed, more.

Your legs hug Peter's head and he smiles, taking your tights and deepening his tongue inside of you, you throw back your head and Peters pulls away, starting to finger you fast, making you feel exactly what you needed.

"Sir..." You say, in a whisper, almost in a moan "Feels weird"

And he smiles without stopping his fingers, holding your legs open every time you wanted to close them, "How weird, bunny?"

"Wanna pee"

You cry in embarrassment and plead for him to let you go to the bathroom, gaining a 'no' every time you asked him to stop. He doesn't think about it twice when he feels you cumming, a scandalous moan leaving your lips that made you almost feel ashamed, but you didn't even knew what a moan was, or how it should sound.

Peter opens your legs and slicks his –again– hard cock inside of you, feeling the cold breeze between you both and if it wasn't because Peter Parker was your friend, he would've take the mask off right there. His cock in thrusting into you while his fingers are circling your clit, you hug his torso with your legs and let your back collapse into the car, opening them like a reflex.

Peter takes his cock out and kisses your swollen pussy once more, fingering you now with three fingers, taking advantage of the stretching his cock did. You couldn't hold still, your body squirming at a violent motion, trying to pull him away from you with your tiny little weak hand, which had nothing against Spider-Man's big and strong body.

One of your legs was moving on the air and the other was feeling the cold metal against your skin, extending and distending at the overstimulation.

You couldn't take it anymore, your cries should advert Peter of it, your tired voice and your shaking body, but he had much more cum to go.

"Let's go, princess" He says softly "You can go more, I know you can, your body is begging me for it"

But your body couldn't beg, you weren't even aware it could talk, but today you discovered your body knew what you wanted even before you could think of it, much before you could even process what was happening, because even if your mind seemed oblivious to what was happening, your body knew what it needed.

"I'm gonna let you all full with my cum, baby. You'll get back to your friends with my cum stuffed in your pretty pussy" He says, thrusting into you again, holding your leg up and taking your hand to put it in your clit. You look at him in horror "Move it, princess. How you want it doesn't matter, make yourself feel good"

"That's a sin" You whisper, scare of the mere word, he smirks and shook his head; "S' alright, Spider-Man's asking you to do it"

"Is fine if Spider-Man asks?"

"Oh, baby" He moans "Everything's alright if Spider-Man asks you for it"

And with that, a small part of your mind telling you to feel dirty disappeared. You move your hand as he ordered and he still thrusting into you, He stops your hand to take both of your legs and takes them to his shoulders, making you scream and now it was pure pleasure.

Your body felt good, and you didn't want to prive yourself from the pleasure, but you wanted him to stop. Because this doesn't feel right.

Peter pulls your hand and makes you sit, getting close to him and kissing your lips, making you think that maybe it wasn't that bad after all, because everything was right if you were sharing a kiss.

"You're so fucking pretty" He moans, guiding your leg to his shoulder again and grabbing your hair, pulling you closer to him and kissing you, like he knew you were needing that assurance,

You stop thinking for a moment and just get stuck in the kiss, moaning in his lips for how close you were, for how good it feel, it was almost understandable this felt wrong in your mind, dirty, because if you were having any remorse you couldn't possibly stop doing this.

Peter hugs you and holds you close, hiding his face in your neck and thrusting violently into you, confident in what he was doing.

You cry, and you weren't sure if it was because you felt tired or because you felt so overwhelmed. Now Peter grabs your neck, closing his fist around your skin and smirking with his face close to you.

"Who's the prettiest girl in Brooklyn?" He asks, earning a smile from you "You– fuck..." he thrusts "You are, princess. Such a pretty fucking baby" He says, kissing your nose and leaning to whisper in your ear "You're such a pretty tiny little thing"

And with that he cums inside of you again, flipping you and letting your hips to start bouncing in his cock, watching as your body tries to get close to him so he could thrust deeper; "God, I turned you into a whore" He chuckles and you moan.

"Alright, my cute pretty whore, gonna make you feel even better, right? Gonna cum again?" He asks, chuckling because he knows, he knows you have no idea what cum means.

"I want your mouth, baby" He says, pulling your body and sitting you on the concrete of the street, leaning his cock to your face "Open"

He says, and since he said everything was valid if Spider-Man asks you for it, you open your mouth wide, he has to do all the work, you're clueless to what you're doing, gagging when in the hear of the moment Peter puts his cock deeper, feeling your throat close and the air wasn't entering your body.

And that was it.

You put your hands in his pelvis, pulling him away from you, feeling suffocated and your stomach upset.

You can't tell him to stop, you're chocking in his cock and the tears on your face don't seem to concern him, he's enjoying how your soft lips feel around his cock and how your small throat hugs him. You almost choke when your nose meets his pubic bone and a few seconds later he finally lets you go, you crawl away from him, trying to win back the air you lost.

Your chest moves up and down quickly, your eyes filled with terror and Peter takes your hair, pulling you to him again, stroking his cock while you cry and he opens your mouth with his big and strong hand since you refused to do such thing for him, finally coming undone inside your mouth.

"Swallow, baby doll"

You're crying, and you flinch back when he tries to touch you again, Peter in exchange puts his hands up and walks back, allowing you to stand up and fix your clothes, panicking installing in your body.

"You alright, bunny?" He asks nonchalantly, as if you weren't wishing you were dead, as if you didn't feel like dying just minutes ago. "Can I help you?"

"No!" You yell, taking Peter's –your friend Peter– jacket, covering you with it in an attempt to feel protected. "Please, no"

You whisper, and he just puts the suit on. Leaving a kiss on your cheek before you flinched back and swinging away from you.

★

"Y/N, oh, Jesus Christ" Peter yelled as soon as he saw you leaving the parking lot "What the fu– what're you doing here, alone, we were worried sick" He says, examining your body and swallowing his smirk when he smells your pussy full of cum. Finally he hugs you "Don't do this to us, sweetheart, we were concerned about you"

"Sorry" You say, your voice sounding small and broken, feeling like you wanted to cry, feeling the shame hugging your body because how were you suppose to tell your best friend Spider-fucking-Man railed you there, in the parking lot, outside with the people walking by the street. "Didn't mean to"

You pout and he smiles, vanishing it with his thumb and kissing your forehead "S' everything alright?" He wonders and you want to tell him, but it doesn't feel like something you should extern, because you don't want Peter treating you any different. "Was someone with you?"

You nod, hiding your face in his chest "Spider-Man?"

You tell him in a whisper, your words sounding like a whisper, scared Peter wouldn't believe you, scared that he would get mad; "The mean one?"

"I don't know"

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stumachersfavoritegirl · 1 year

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His Favorite Girl <3

(Stu Macher x reader)

Disclaimer: The use of Y/N pertains to you inserting your own name. The main character in the story is you, but you just have a a different description. Imagination is fun girlies ;3 Thank you for understanding and enjoy!

Chapter 1: Just 3 more hours...

The fourth bell of the day rings, and I'm finally excused from Algebra. I quickly gather my textbooks in my arms, grabbing the strap of my backpack as I head towards the exit of the classroom. Everyone begins to swarm the doorway however, and I'm stuck waiting for them when someone bumps my right shoulder, hard. My glasses fall slightly farther down my nose and I snap my head to the right. "Watch it!" Low and behold, it's Tatum Riley. She basically hisses at me, and I avoid her eyes. Fucking Bitch. I know she did it on purpose, the way gossip flows through Woodsboro High, I'm pretty sure immediately after Stu left my sight, someone already told Tatum he was conversing with me. They probably exaggerated us hugging, or at least, him hugging me. And I could tell this was the case, because until today, she's never even looked in my direction. Now apparently, I'm "in her way"? I mutter a pathetic "...Sorry", and she scoffs dramatically. "That won't be the only thing you're sorry for. Stu is mine. Don't forget it loser." she says before pushing past me and literally every other student in front of her, and no one even dares to open their mouth and protest. She's Stu Machers girlfriend, even me simply saying sorry is the beginning of my demise. But I shake the thought, and as the entryway clears out, I quickly brush past others as I finally enter the hallway. I dig my headphones and cassette player out of my backpack, resting the headphones on my head and pressing play on the cassette. "Bonez" by Mr.Floyd Larry begins to play, and I let the noise take me somewhere serene, somewhere that isn't this hellhole with these assholes. I fix my glasses as I walk to my locker to put my books away, it's finally lunch time and I couldn't be more nervous and grossly, more sweaty. This will probably be the most exciting thing that's happened to me for the rest of the school year and I'm not even mad at it. To have Stu Machers attention about anything, younger me would be excessively gushing at the thought. We're talking sophomore year to senior year long obsession! Wet dreams, fluff dreams, anything my mind could think of pertaining him. But instead of gushing, I feel nauseated. I reach my locker and open it, when a white folded piece of paper falls to the ground. I place my books inside before bending down to sweep it up. I look around me, trying to pinpoint any eyes on me, but when I see none I go back to the note, opening it. It's in big red writing that looks cursive, but it's really just sloppy and the thick ink bleeds through the paper and onto my fingers.

"Change of plans. Meet me at the Woodsboro Coffee and Bagel shop around 4. Maybe dress up a little for me, huh? I know there's something underneath those baggy shirts you love to wear.

-You know who I am ;) "

I definitely know who it was. My cheeks immediately start to heat up and I quickly close the note, looking around before shoving it in my locker. Coincidently, the brews right down the street from my house, and my parents are having a date night tonight so they won't know how long I'll be out. I nod in approval as I close my locker and pull my other bag strap over my shoulder. Ok, not bad. This gives me way more time to prepare. I can run home and quickly change, probably do something with my hair that'll make me look different, but not like I'm trying too hard, ya know? I sigh loudly as the song ends, and I pull my cassette player out of my pocket before entering the lunch room, rolling my eyes at the excessively long lunch line. I drag my feet to join the line when-

"Stop it Stu! This isn't funny, they said you kissed her!"

I look to my right and see Tatum and Stu, with Tatums back to the wall and Stu brooding over her, extending his arm to lean against the wall with it. I quickly step to the side and out of everyones way before standing behind a pillar, pretending to have trouble with my headphones and cassette player. When I notice no ones looking, I peer over and listen.

"Come on, you know I don't like this jealous shit. You're my Tatum." He says, grabbing her face gently before bending down to quickly peck her lips. She closes her eyes as he does this, and he almost lets his lips linger there, before pulling away and leaning against the wall again.

"I only want you babe. Why even believe school gossip anyway? I've heard a lot of stuff about you, but I never believed it." He shakes his head, never breaking eye contact with her, but she does with him as she rolls her eyes dramatically. "Please Stu, what could you possibly have heard about me that I haven't about you?" She says, testing him. She snarls her face as she says this and he grazes the room, hesitating before slightly chuckling. "It doesn't even matter. I mean, why are we still even talking about this? When this day ends, who will I be with?" He asks her endearingly, his voice softens and he bends down to get more to her level. "Huh?" He says, amusing her, moving closer and closer to her face. "Who?" He asks one more time playfully, there lips are basically touching and she rolls her eyes, scoffing meekly before kissing him. "You stupid." She surrenders and he smiles something so mischievous. "Wanna go for a quickie?" He sticks his tongue out to lick her nose and she playfully smacks his shoulder, smirking as she rolls her eyes at his perverse remark. He fakes a theatrical "ow" before bending down again to wrap his hands around her waist, picking her up to bury his face in her neck. "I gotta get you for that. You know better." She giggles rapidly as she tries to pry him off of her. "Stop it Stu!" She pleads out, almost looking around in embarrassment as he continuous to tickle her neck; he makes sounds that are obvious he's biting it. He eventually stops, repositioning her in his arms and she shrieks. "Stu!" She yells out, hysterically laughing, as he holds her in his hands bridal style, almost studying her with his eyes. He licks his lips before asking "You hungry baby?" and she nods giddily, still laughing. "Then let's go!" He widens his eyes and his mouth forms an 'O' before taking off with her, clearing the crowd of students in front of them with the biggest grin on his face. As they pass the pillar, I look back down at my cassette and fake a few scoffs because I'm having 'such a hard time with it'. When they leave my sight however, I put the cassette away and sigh. Ugh, if I had eaten breakfast this morning, I definitely would've threw up from their grossly not faked chemistry. I hated how much he was always on top of her, so overbearing in an overprotective and caring way. I always noticed whenever they were together anywhere, his eyes would be peeled on her no matter where she was in the room. Granted, I've also noticed that when she isn't around those ocean eyes definitely wandered. But, he always made it aware to any and everyone that Tatum Riley was his, to a point where it translated to he owned her. There was something about his patronizing demeanor that always turned me on. I always got Dom energy from him, especially when he was with Tatum. But, around Billy Loomis, he seemed to surrender. Their friendship dynamic was definitely different, Billy always seemed so serious, uptight almost. I never really saw him breathe, or even rest his shoulders for a moment. Stu on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Every time I saw him there was a smile on his face. He moved around so much, there wasn't a time I could recall him standing still. But nonetheless, they always seemed to make it work. Their whole clique seemed so perfect all the time, and I catch myself yearning to be apart of something similar. Things would've probably turned out way different if I had grew the balls to speak to him after hearing a rumor that him and Casey Becker broke up. But in under a week, he was locked in with her copycat and my Mrs. Matcher dream became history...again. But who knows? Maybe things can change later today. It really all depends on how I prepare for this situation. I begin to contemplate everything I need to do to impress him this afternoon as I continue my venture to the lunch line, resting my headphones on my head and pressing play.

//////////////////(lower volume)

I dump the food on my tray into the trash as I place it on the table nearby, tucking the strands of loose hair behind my ear as I exit the lunchroom, dreading the next 2 hours of this day. I couldn't be more anxious about later, but the day just seems to drag on and on. I tilt my head to the side to scratch the nape of my neck when I see Stu Macher ahead of me. He's staring directly at me, his gaze is cold, and I'm almost scared to keep looking in his direction. But he keeps my attention when he motions his head for me to follow him down the hallway. I almost stop walking completely in disbelief, and I look around to make sure he's talking to me and no one else. When I see no one looking in his direction, I turn back to face him, but he's gone. I furrow my brows as I contemplate even following him. The way todays been going, I wouldn't even be surprised if it was a hallucination. But, I sigh as I force my feet to walk forward, towards his direction. Once I turn the corner where I saw him, he's at the end of the hall waiting for me. When he sees me, he makes another turn and I pick up my pace to catch up with him. I end up in the janitors corridor and as I make the turn, someone quickly grabs my arm and pulls me into a dark room. I gasp but someone grabs my mouth and covers it, closing the door. I feel someones breathe against my right ear and my face burns as I purse my lips together, swallowing. Stus smell washes over me however, and I close my eyes and silently moan, pressing my thighs together as I realize the breathe on my neck and the hand over my mouth belongs to him. He reaches infront of me and switches on the light, and I quickly open my eyes and clear my throat, fixing my loose strands of hair. He removes his hand from my mouth and as I turn around, he's towering over me, his dimples deeply pierce his cheeks as he smirks. His pupils are dilated as he burns holes into me. I can tell he was humored by scaring the crap out of me because he teases me as he says, "Don't be scared, it's just me." I smile quickly and look up at him before silently chuckling and looking away. I can feel him continuing to stare at me but I don't dare meet his gaze. I hear him sigh deeply before he states with a taunting grin, "So, I need to know. I've heard rumors are going around about us, and a little birdy told me it all came from you. Is that true?" He begins to advance me slowly, and I end up backed against the wall, his smile almost begins to vanish; his eyes almost turn a darker shade of blue and his gaze goes cold. "You know I have a girlfriend right?" He asks me sternly, and I stutter and nervously chuckle as I say. "I-I-I wouldn't- I'd never, uh st-start a rumor um, I didn't say anything about u-us talking. I don't even- I don't h-have friends here."My eyes are desperately darting the room to avoid his, but when I'm finally done experiencing word vomit while also feeling completely speechless, I look up and him. He stares at me for a while longer before completely bursting into laughter. He spins around in a circle slowly as he cackles, bending over and clutching his stomach as he finally makes a full 360. He meets my gaze again and I'm left to stand against the wall shrinking in embarrassment. "Holy shit man, I was just fucking with you. Holy shit you should've seen your face! Pure fear."

His face is red from laughing so much, but he stops chuckling to stand over me again. "You know, I don't really listen to what these shitheads have to say about me. It's really just Taum that's worried about that shit. And I'm sure you saw that in the lunch room today huh, stalker?" He smirks as he taunts me with this, and I begin to feel my heart beat out of my chest. Jeez, how many times can one person fuck up in a god damn day? First he catches me staring at him like a creep, then he catches me ease dropping on him and his girlfriend? All in the span of 4 hours too, I'm clearly on a roll today. My thoughts race as I stand there like an asshole just staring at him as he stares at me, waiting for my response. I'm completely speechless and he knows this because he bends down and gets close to my face before he whispers, "Cat got your tongue?" He chuckles at his remark and my cheeks heat up as I look down again. "I-I-"

"Relax, it's not the end of the world kid." He pushes himself off the wall as he teases me, maliciously smiling as he examines the janitors room. "Besides, I think it's kinda hot. I mean, you're the reason I need help in English." He turns to face me as he says this, his dimples still showing as his smile grows. "You never noticed I look at you too?" He asks me, as he begins to walk towards me again, slowly. "Maybe because you're always in your own little world, or maybe because you sit in front of me. But I always see when you're staring at me, because I'm really good at not being seen when I stare at you too." He's close to my face again, and I feel my glasses fog up. I'm breathing heavily as I clutch the side of my pants to hold onto reality. "Are you surprised? I mean, did you really think I asked someone about being "study buddies" and they referred me to you?" His question comes with a sarcastic chuckle, and I'm still standing there, my lips slightly parted before I lick them and push my glasses up. "Um- I-I um..." I swallow as I look down, pursing my lips together as I try to figure out how to say something, anything that'll help him understand that this is everything I've wanted since sophomore year. "You know how pretty you are. I mean, without the glasses, the messy buns, the baggy clothes, I always wondered what you'd look like in a tight skirt, your legs exposed..." He leans into my ear as he says this, smirking, and my breathe picks up again.

"...with a tight short sleeved crop top, exposing your belly." He looks down at my body as he says this before locking eyes with me again. "Your hair down, just bouncing as you walk..." He licks his lips, "along with your breast." He looks down again, "...your nipples poking through your top, almost like now. I can see them through your sweater." He repositions himself in front of me and he levels his head with mine so I'm forced to keep looking at his face, "Do you have any idea how crazy that makes me?" His pupils are dilated as he says this, and his smirk is completely gone. I open my mouth to attempt a response, when he takes a sharp breathe in, pushing himself off the wall again chuckling. "You do now. " He says before smiling again, walking around the room. "You got my note right?" He asks me, snapping his head towards me. There's a seriousness in the question, even though he's still grinning. I make sure to lock eyes with him before nodding quickly. He sighs deeply before facing me again, looking me up and down before slowly advancing me one last time. I hold my breathe as he gets closer, and for a moment, time stops. He gets close to my lips, and he licks his and looks down at mine before saying, "Don't be late then. I... don't like to wait." He quickly scans my body again before winking at me and flashing a quick smile, exiting the janitors closet as he playfully waves at me. I finally breathe as I lean back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling as I press my hand to my chest. My hearts beating so hard, I feel it in between my legs, and I press my thighs together tighter. What the fuck...just fucking happened? Did Stu Macher really just confess he's always had a crush on me? Did he basically just tell me, that he's always liked me back? Were we both just afraid this whole time? I never saw him as a guy that held his tongue, he always seemed so out-spoken. I guess things would've turned out different then, if I had gone up to him after him and Casey broke up. I wonder how things will be now that I know about him, and now that he knows about me. So many different thoughts are racing through my head about what could've been and what could be, when the door swings open again. I suck in my breathe, expecting it to be Stu coming back to taunt me more, when I see gray hair. Fuck, the janitor. Luckily, they don't look around the room as they walk in. They head towards the toiletries as they store the Mop and bucket away and as the door closes, I slip through. I speed walk back to the school hallway as my heart continues to race. That would've definitely been detention, that would've ruined everything planned later on. I realize that I'm also now late to my next class which might get me detention as well. So I quickly pick up my pace as I head up the school stairway. I just have to get through 3 more hours of this day, and then I'll have his attention again. 3 more hours and I'll feel his touch again, smell him again. Just 3 more hours, and I'm his. Just 3 more hours…

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centralperkchenford · 1 year

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The chaos twins (Lopez and Harper) go wedding dress shopping with Lucy

Thank you for the prompt friend! I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry it took awhile!) this also turned out softer than expected.

The chaos twins (Lopez and Harper) go wedding dress shopping with Lucy

Spinning like a girl in a brand-new dress

“Hey Lucy!” Calls Angela from across the station and Lucy turns to look at her friend coming towards her a grin on her face. Lucy glances over at Aaron who shrugs and walks away before Angela can reach them.

“What’s up Angela?” Lucy asks as the other woman gets closer. Angela places herself in front of her and grins.

“Have you looked at wedding dresses yet?” She asks. Lucy furrows her brows at her friend but shakes her head.

“I mean I have looked online but—” She begins but Angela cuts her off.

“Online? You have to try your dress on Lucy!” She says waving her hands in the air. “You can’t pick out your wedding dress out online.”

Lucy huffs out an exasperated breath before speaking. “I don’t have time to go wedding dress shopping Angela. I barely have time to plan the wedding as it is!” She says and Angela rolls her eyes.

“Well as Tim’s best friend and best woman I refuse to let you to pick out a dress online.” She says. “We are going wedding dress shopping this weekend.”

Lucy opens her mouth to say something but Angela cuts her off. “I already cleared your schedule. So you can’t say no.”

Lucy looks up at the ceiling because lord help her. “Okay.” She finally says and Angela bounces on her toes.

“Did she say yes?” Nyla asks coming up besides Angela wearing an identical smile to Angela’s. Lucy sighs as Angela nods at Nyla and then turns back to Lucy.

“Saturday morning. I will pick you up, please be fully dressed when I come to the door.” Angela says. Lucy rolls her eyes, Angela had caught her in a state of undress once and every since then she wouldn’t let it go.

She could already tell this was going to be a long day.

***

Saturday comes and Angela picks her up at their house. Tim gives her a sympathetic smile and kisses her on the lips.

“Good luck baby.” He says and then turns to Angela his hands still on Lucy’s waist. “Don’t be too hard on her.” Angela rolls her eyes at him and then pulls Lucy out the door. Lucy sees Nyla in the front seat grinning at Lucy. Lucy looks behind her and Tim is standing there with the door open shaking his head in amusement.

“Have fun.” He calls out as Lucy gets in the backseat. Lucy rolls her eyes resisting the urge to give him the middle finger. He wasn’t the one who has to try on dress after dress just to find the perfect one.

***

“What is your dream dress?” Nyla asks Lucy as they sit in the dress shop, and wait for the girl to come back.

Lucy shrugs her shoulders. She wants simple but pretty. She doesn’t want anything too frilly or fancy. Just something that is hers.

“A simple dress.” She says. “Nothing to fancy but that is—”

“Easy to take off.” Says Angela grinning at her. Lucy groans and rolls her eyes at her.

“No. Well yes. But I want one that is me. No long train or anything that I have to worry about getting dirty because I have to pick it up. I just want it to be me.” Lucy says blushing a little.

Angela nods in understanding. “Okay. Well we will find you something Lucy.” She promises her. Lucy nods and now that she is here she is kind of excited to try on dresses and pick out the perfect one.

The first four dresses are no-go’s. One is too long for Lucy’s taste, one is too frilly and the other two she just doesn’t like.

By the sixth dress she is getting more and more frustrated. And when she comes out in a ridiculous get up she wants to scream at the girl who is helping her. Nyla sighs when she sees her in it looking just as frustrated as Lucy feels. Angela ushers her back into the fitting room, muttering something about big bows on dresses are not it.

“I got this Lucy. Don’t worry we will find your perfect dress.” She says and then leaves Lucy to get undressed. She hears Angela outside with Nyla trying to explain to the girl what Lucy’s style actually is.

Lucy signs and picks up her phone. She has three new messages from Tim.

Tim: How is it going?

Tim: You know you could wear a trash bag and you would be beautiful.

Tim: Anything you pick will be perfect. I love you.

Lucy: Trash bag really Tim? Don’t tempt me. I love you too.

Lucy sighs as Angela opens the curtain just a little bit to hand her a dress.

“Try this one.” She says. Lucy takes it from her and looks it over. It’s simple and it has a bit of a train, but it’s not too long. It has buttons all down the back. It’s beautiful.

She slips it on and it fits her perfectly. And she just knows, this is the one. She calls for Angela to help her button it up. She does and then she leaves so Lucy can come out. Lucy pushes open the door and she hears a gasp.

“Lucy..” says Nyla standing up. “It’s perfect.” Angela is grinning from where she is standing.

Lucy can see her in the mirror and she grins back at her.

“I know.” Lucy replies because she really can’t say anything more except she loves this dress and she can see herself walking down the aisle to Tim in this dress. She imagines what Tim’s face will look like when he sees it for the first time. Both Angela and Nyla step on either side of her and she grins at her friends in the mirror grateful that she has them by her side.

“It is perfect Lucy.” Angela says and then adds with a wide smile on her face. “Tim will actually have to work to get it off.”

Nyla bursts out laughing and Lucy rolls her eyes once again as she turns around in the mirror and feels the soft fabric swoosh at her feet.

This is it. This is the dress.

***

Tim is really not sure what to expect when he sees Lucy in her dress for the first time. He knows that he will most likely cry when he sees her for the first time. And Angela and Nyla both had been tight lipped about what her dress looked like. He knows he’s not suppose to know but he couldn’t help but pester them a little.

And then their wedding day came and Tim is up front with Angela beside him. The music starts and Tamara comes walking down the aisle grinning at Tim and then glancing back over her shoulder for a minute.

And then Tim sees her, and while had no idea what to expect from her dress he knew this was better than he could have imagined.

It was simple but elegant and it hugged all her curves perfectly. Lucy catches his eyes and smiles softly at him. And once she reaches him and stands in front of him, he gets a better look at her and she’s glowing.

When they have their first kiss as husband and wife he runs his hands down her back and pulls her close. The fabric of her dress soft against his hands.

When they have their first dance and he spins her around much like he did at Nyla’s wedding he admires how she spins in it. And then as she’s laying her head down on his chest as the music slow down, he whispers in her ear. “I love you in this dress.” He says and she grins up at him. “But I can’t wait to get you out of it.”

The smile Lucy gives him is so bright and happy, Tim could fall over right there. She leans over in his ear a mischievous grin on her face as she whispers. “I can’t wait for you to get me out of it.”

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic

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satninroses · 1 year

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Broken Back & Doting Girlfriend

(A/N): I have nothing to say ;-; I hope you all enjoy! :-)

Summary: Elvis slips and injuries himself in the shower. You rush to help him but get sidetracked with little Elvis.

Pairing: Older! Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2,788

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Hand jobs (M. Receiving) Dirty talk, swearing, descriptions of injuries, mentions of Colonel Tom Parker

Elvis returned home a few days ago from his latest tour. This one in particular had taken a large toll on him. He felt like he had no time to breathe or talk on the phone with you. When he finally got home, you were glued to his hip to make up for all the lost time.

You felt as though Tom Parker was squeezing every last drop of energy out of him. You had pleaded with him to take a breather but Elvis persisted that he needed to prepare for the next big tour he was going on.

As if there wasn’t enough to worry about with his music and the Colonel, he always worried about you. He worried if you liked it at Graceland when he wasn’t there. He worried if you were comfortable in all the lavish clothes Elvis gifted to you. He even worried over if your dinner was warm enough.

Even before he met you, he was always stressed about his Mama and Papa. He always wanted to make sure they were ok and in need of any assistance. He had always told them that if they ever needed anything during a tour, he would walk right off that stage and take the first flight back to Memphis.

After his mom passed and his dad had distanced himself from the family, he was left with no one but him and the Mafia. Sure, he wasn’t lonely but he always get as if something were missing. He enjoyed how his mother doted on him as if he were still a young man.

Life had seemed dull for a year or two before he met you. He was well into his late thirties and you were fresh out of college. When he first spotted you outside the gates to Graceland, your sweet face had drawn him to you first. Your hair looked soft and your cheeks had a sweet pink tinge to them. You had the biggest and sweetest doe eyes he had ever seen. You sported a pretty pink dress the fell right beneath your knees. You had the prettiest string of pearls around your neck and on your ears. You were also wearing these adorable Mary Jane heels.

When he had first approached you, the girls around you grew excited at his presences and did everything to get his attention. Not trying to be rude, he handed out a few hugs and autographs. He wanted to push through all of them to get to you.

After the mob of girls had moved to the side for him to pass through, he stopped right in front of you. You were about a foot shorter than him. He peered over at your friend who was stationed next to you. She had an awe-struck look on her face while you babbled on about the newest fashion trends you wanted to indulge in.

He cleared his throat and your head shot up to look at him. You gasp and your hands come up to slap over your mouth. “You’re Elvis Presley.” The excitement rushed through your veins and up into your brain.

He checked and nodded his head. “In the flesh Darlin’. What’s your name?“ You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled up at him “(Y/N).”

He let go of you and grasped your chin in his hands. His lips met yours in a rush. You gripped his bicep and kissed back. He pushed back a little bit.

He released the short-lived kiss. “Listen, why don’t you come back here later tonight when I can meet you again without any nosy paparazzi. I’ll let security know that you’re coming. They’ll let you in.”

These last few years have been a dream for him. He loved you so much and you loved him even more. He was 39, almost 40 this year. You were on the verge of 23. You were so polite and kind-hearted. He doesn’t know what he would do without you. Every night, he thanks his lucky stars and mama that you were sent to him. He knows that if he were to step out of line even once when it came to you, his mama would rise up and scold him endlessly.

Tonight, he wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and cuddle with his beloved. He entered the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He stalked towards the faucet of the shower and switched it on. While he was waiting for the water to heat up, he took in his reflection through the mirror.

He was sweaty and he looked exhausted. The bags forming under his eyes were becoming increasingly noticeable. His arms bulked up a little bit from the endless guitar and piano playing these last few weeks. His eyes traveled down lower. He seemed to be bulking up in size in general. He wasn’t fat by any means, he was just a little round around the edges.

He turned away from the mirror and headed to the shower. He checked the water and stepped in. The hot waterfall was like the best back massage he had ever had. He felt much more relaxed and calm. He let the steam envelope him and clear his pores. He felt much less tense and more loose.

He allowed himself to put his guard down and enjoy himself. He began to hum the melody to Burnin’ Love.

“Lord Almighty. Feel my temperature rising,” he sang softly to himself.

He turned to grab the shower head to adjust it. As he turned, he tripped over his own foot and took a harsh fall to the ground. “SHIT!” The pain that he had been feeling in his back and arms increased tenfold. To make matters worse, the shower rod had fallen right on his face and onto his nose. It wasn’t broken, but it was bleeding heavily. “Damnit! (Y/N)!”

You had been sitting on the bed looking through a magazine detailing Elvis’ latest adventures. Your head perked up at the sound of a crash in the bathroom and a loud profanity from your lover. You hopped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. “Elvis? Are you ok?”

The scene beneath in front of you made your stomach turn. Elvis was sitting in the tub now, the shower rod having fallen on him giving him a bloody nose. His arms and back seemed to have taken the most damage as it looked like it was already swelling.

“Elvis! What happened? Oh dear, you’re very hurt! Uhh… Don’t move, ok?” You handed him a warm rag to hold to his nose while you gathered some more items to help him.

He was compliant. He laid in the tub in pain while he watched his doting partner scramble about the bathroom. It really reminded him of his mom. This is why I love you he thought to himself.

“I think we need to take you to the hospital.” Elvis didn’t like the thought of paramedics entering his home while he was indecent. He also didn’t like the idea of having to travel down stairs, out of the house, into the car and put more pressure on his achy areas.

“Doll, I think it’s ok. I just need to get dressed and sleep it off with some pain killers.”

“But Elvis! What if you’re seriously hurt?”

“Satnin, it’s ok. I just took a tumble is all. Trust me, ok?”

For a second, you looked hesitant to believe him and considered going against his wishes but you didn’t want to stress him out further.

“Ok. What can I do now to help?”

Elvis had finally snapped back to reality and realized the gravity of the situation. He was sopping wet and naked with his legs spread in front of you.

“I suppose we can try and put my clothes on. I wouldn’t worry about drying me off. I just need to get out of here right now.”

You nodded obediently and began rummaging through the clothes on the vanity to look for something light he would wear. You dug a paid off dark grey pajama pants out from the pile and showed him. “Are these ok?”

He nodded back at you. You made your way over to him and helped him out then over his feet. You continued to pull them up until you hit his mid thigh.

While the pants were not form fitting, Elvis had but on a little bit of extra fat and muscle so it was making it impossible to pull them up.

“E? These pants aren’t fitting. Do you want another pair?”

“No, it’s ok. I can squeeze into them.”

You tugged at the waistband of the pants harder and harder trying to fit them over his legs. In the middle of this tug-o-war battle with you and the pants, you had caught a glimpse of his cock.

It was still wet and had some soap suds on it. He wasn’t erect but it still sat large and very thick in between his legs.

You grew up as a modest girl. You were polite to everyone you came across. Sure, you had a few boyfriends before Elvis but it never progressed further than light kisses and the occasional hand holding. To you, this seemed very intimate and you were flustered.

“I’m sorry. I know this is uncomfortable for you. But, I have to go over your.. you know.”

Elvis bit back a chuckle from your timidness in attempt to ease the tension. “It’s ok baby. You’re ok.”

You felt more grounded from his reassurance. You pull the pants up further until they’re over his thighs. The waistband catches him roughly. His dick was harshly pressed against his lower abdomen. It almost hurt more than his arms and back.

“(Y/N), baby. S-Stop real quick. You caught me.”

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

Caught him? You thought to yourself. It takes Elvis everything in him to to groan in frustration of the situation.

He contemplated his next choice of action before making a decision.

“Satnin. Listen very carefully. I need you to reach into my pants and push… Little Elvis to the left a little bit. That’s what I meant when I said that you caught me in the waistband. I’m real sorry Darlin’. “

The fire in your stomach somehow got hotter. You’ve never touched Elvis this way, much less, touched a man in general. This made you jumble up into a flurry of all different emotions. Shame, embarrassment, excitement, and… arousal?

You hesitated for a second before slowly sliding your hand down into his pants to readjust him. The palm of your hand grazes the tip of his cock by accident. He lets out a low and guttural groan.

You continue to readjust him into a more comfortable position. At the same time, his cock was beginning to grow hard and heavy. You felt bad about this. You wanted to retreat back to yourself and help in other ways. You look at him to apologize and he was no better. His eyes were shut tightly and his grip on the shower rod was so tight that he knuckles were turning white.

He was trying to stop himself from getting hard and making this more awkward but he was failing miserably. He wanted nothing more than for you to just jerk him off right then and there. He knew about your lack of knowledge in the sex department. He didn’t want to push his limits with you but this was something he couldn’t control.

“I’m so sorry Elvis. I know I didn’t want to make this awkward and i’m doing a terrible job. I’m not hurting you, am I ?”

“N-no. Not at all. It feels good. Really good. You could… keep going? Maybe I would feel a bit better.”

You nod nervously. It wasn’t that you were scared and didn’t want to do it! You were just inexperienced. You didn’t have to first clue on how to please a man and you didn’t want to disappoint Elvis.

You turned your body so you were more facing him. You have him a shy smile and began to pump his cock again.

“God, Satnin. You sure know how to use those hands. Yeah, just like that” He he weakly moved his arms so that his hands were on yours. He slowly pumped your hands up and down the length of his cock applying little bits of pressure when needed.

You could feel your core producing a wetness that pooled in between your legs. You moaned a little from the friction.

“Elvis? If I help you up, can we go back to the bed?”

He smiled softly at you and nodded. “Just don’t kill me, doll.”

You rose from your spot on the floor and dusted of your butt. You stood over the tub where he sat and gripped his outstretched hands. You pulled him up, albeit not easily, and walked him gently over to the bed. You placed a pillow in the middle of the bed and urged him to lay back on it.

“Are you ok? Do you need anything else?”

“I’m ok angel. Are you?”

You smiled and held his head in your hands. You bent over and gave him many small kisses all over his face.

Your kisses grew more passionate every time. Soon, those little kisses turned into a war. Who’s tongue could take over the other ones? Even in a not physically good condition, Elvis still had the upper hand.

He kissed you like it was your last one ever. He gripped that back of your head tightly and didn’t let got. His other hand rubbed it’s way down your face, to your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts. He squeezed one in his big palm and massaged it.

You moaned quietly into the kiss before pushing youself off of him. “We came in here for you! I want to please you.”

You slithered your way down his body until your eyes and mouth were face-to-face with his hard cock. It looked much prettier like this. It stood tall and thick. The tip was a pretty pink and precum was dripping down and onto his balls. Speaking of which, his balls sat heavy on the blankets. They had a satisfying weight in your hands. For a few minutes, you took a closer look at every individual hair, vein, and part of his pelvis until you were satisfied.

You brought your hands to his cock again and began a slow pumping rhythm. Deep sighs and occasionally sharp inhales could be heard from Elvis. His arms lay dormant at his sides and he had his neck and head arched off the bed and looking at the ceiling.

You increased your speed and friction in an attempt to create a stronger reaction. As expected, he was groaning much more loud and whimpering your name here and there. You moved one hand off his cock and down to his balls where you pulled and tugged them.

“Fuck. Baby, spit on it. Get it nice and sloppy”

You obliged. You gathered a little bit of spit and released it onto his cock. You so spread it up and down the length of his cock. It looked even prettier than how it started. Not only was it pretty and big, it was practically glowing in the light.

You jerked him off faster. This resulted in a flurry of swears being released from him.

“Fuck! Just like that. God you’re p-perfect (Y/N).”

You kept doing until he jerked his hips up into the air. His cum shot out the top and coated you in it. Even through his orgasm, you kept the same pace. He spurted all over you. Long ropes of his thick cum coated your hair and face. He let out a loud groan from the bottom of his throat and lied back on the bed breathing heavily.

“You’re so good Satnin. So perfect and good for me.”

You moved so you were laying at his side. You kissed him deeply. “I love you so much Elvis. I’m so glad you were patient with me.”

He smiled sweetly at you. “Absolutely. However, you might want to get cleaned up before you fall asleep here. I’ll be waiting.”

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips playfully and stood up.

“Fine. I’ll be sure to clean up the mess YOU made though.”

You both laughed at your childish remark before he looked at you with serious eyes.

“Just so you know, when I’m feeling better, I’m gonna repay you real nice. Nice and rough.”

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simlicious · 5 months

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Personal update 😃

I have not done a personal update for quite some time, so here it is! Today, I dreamed that it was suddenly the 1st of December and I had nothing prepared for my advent calendar yet and was feeling in over my head and thinking "Do I really want to do this again?!" Maybe my brain telling me to actually prepare patterns ahead of time this year and to start early? 🤔 I'll keep that in the back of my mind. I actually finally got Sims 4 running (let's see how long until the next patch breaks everything, maybe I have a few days left). I only want to play with tons of mods, which break all the time and are a pain to update, so I only do that procedure once or twice a year. When I actually get to play, I really like to immerse myself for a while until it is all over again. The funny thing is that I actually have fun playing because so many aspects are new to me (having fun in TS4 is almost unheard of, but apparently it can really happen 😆). Building and CAS are so much fun too! I'm not exactly a gameplay blog and not sure how many of you want to see TS4 on here anyway, so I doubt there will be many pics. I get super frustrated whenever I try to make sims in TS3 CAS, I guess I do not have some of y'all skills or the right CC at times (or do not know how to use it properly). In Sims 4, everything can be solved with a few skin overlays and I feel the weird head shape proportion thing that is so off in Sims 3 does not apply there, which makes everything easier. I do miss patterns though 🥲 I have been pretty preoccupied with other hobbies lately, I've been on a serious style rediscovery with my best friend, we discovered this style system called the Style Key and it is all about giving yourself permission to try out new things and your personal needs when choosing styles, which is really refreshing to all the systems that tell you "you cannot wear that with your body type!" So I've been trying things I did not actually dare to wear, like cute/playful outfits in pastel shades. I may wear the styles now that teenage me was too shy to wear and it feels great! I do not care anymore what other people may think about it. I recently discovered those colorful chunky plastic rings which surprisingly look good on me. I always felt like I could never really make jewelry work on me, and tried the tiniest minimalist pieces because everything felt "too much", but I have never tried the other extreme, the big chunky stuff because I told myself "that could never work". Turns out that trying out stuff instead of limiting myself feels really great and yields surprising results! And I feel more confident too because my outfits are fun and make me happy, and I am more relaxed if I feel happy too. In the Style Key system, I think I'm a Ruby (left-down quadrant) and I think the archetype "Spicy Girl Next Door" fits pretty nicely for me. The biggest takeaway for me is the realization that outfits have to "feel right" for me, not for anybody else and I do not dress to please anyone, but to help me feel good in my own skin and take into account my comfort needs and feelings on that day when I choose what to wear. The Style Key is not a system that tells you exactly what to wear, but it helps you figure out what you need your style to do for you and go from there. It's a bit daunting to get into because it is really so different from other systems and includes rather abstract theory/unusual concepts that are not really that intuitive, but the videos on the youtube channel really help to explain those concepts.

I also still work on some Python projects, but they're still a long way off from amounting to anything. But it's where I can use my problem-solving skills and just tinker around. I just really need something to bite my teeth into every now and then and that is perfect for it. 😊

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dia-souls · 2 years

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🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing: Subaru🗡️ and Yui 🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Funny, Sweet themes, Happy ending

Chapter: 3

Admin's note: ⚠️ This Chapter includes violence themes, Choking, humiliate ⚠️

“Ok, class, I need to step out for a minute. Finish chapter 8 on your own. I’ll be back” As the door closed the students started to chat amongst themselves. Mainly about mundane topics, but the main thing on everyone’s minds was the dance on Friday. It was anyone could talk about. From girls talking about what they’ll wear to the guys discussing who they‘ll as out. Amid all these conversations, one thing on Yui's mind was,” Should I ask someone?’’

All day she has been hearing about the dance from all the second years, they told her how fun the dance is. Everybody dressed in the most exquisite ensembles from designer brands that cost more than the house she lived in. Some people talked about how heavenly the food was. Prepared by the most renowned chefs in the world. Drinks are brewed from the highest quality fruits and alcohol. For the adults of course. Then the music would be played by talented musicians from all over Japan. It sounded like a dream.

Yui only got more and more excited as she heard amazing things about the dance. She was apprehensive before but now, she couldn’t wait for Friday. Be that as it may, there was one thing she wasn’t so sure of yet. She had been hearing from some of the girls about who they were going to ask to go with them. That was something she hadn’t thought about.

“We need to ask someone to go with us? I wonder if anyone would ask me. Probably not, especially with all these beautiful girls here. Who’d ask me? Besides, I’ll be going with the brothers anyway. I bet it would be awkward if I had someone going with me. Although…it would be nice.’’ She had never been asked out before, therefore her father being her partner at a church event didn’t count.

After the bell rang for lunch she decided to head to the library to eat. Even after being at this school for a year now, she still wasn’t used to all those children who were raised so differently from her. She didn’t mind, however, in fact, she did enjoy the time for the small amount of time she got. Gave her time to relax and study without interruptions.

Once she reached the library and found a quiet place to sit. She was finally in her element. Putting her nose in a book, blocking out the world, herself the only one around for miles. It was calming, peaceful, and well worth the bullying she received every time she went home.

That as it may be, the illusion was shattered once Kou decide that she could lose a couple of seconds of what she most desperately needed. “Hey, M-Neko-Chan~ What's up?” “Oh hello, Kou-kun. Not much, just trying to get some quiet.” “Yeah, yeah, that’s nice and all. Anyway, I said something I wanted to ask you.” Yui raised a confused eyebrow at the idol. Did he want to ask her something? Her conscience told her to be weary of his question, while her more optimistic side encourage her to at least consider his request. In the end her optimism over her rationality. Only by a margin though.

“Uh, sure. What is it.” Kou's smile was very big and very unsettling. “ Well, I’m pretty sure your ears have been ringing with everyone talking about the dance on Friday I just wanted to ask..” Kou walked towards her, his face a little close for comfort. “Has anyone asked you to the dance yet or have you asked anyone?” Huh? That’s all? Yui was a bit taken aback by Kou's question. She had thought it would’ve been more….eerie “Uh, no. No one has asked me or I haven’t asked anyone.” Kou's face twisted into an annoyance for a second. Then, into mischievous. ‘’Oh is that so~ Well then I don’t suppose you fancy going with……me!”

What! HIM!? Yui was so taken aback by his statement that she fell out of her chair. Kou roar with laughter as Yui rubbed her bruise backside as she watched Kou lose himself in a loud cackle. She hastily picked herself off the floor while brushing the dirt off her skirt. Looks like her quiet time was completely ruined. Not wanting to waste her time being the butt of Kou's joke, she swiftly grabbed her things and stuff them in her bag. Yui let out a huff as she walked past Kou to the exit of the library. Nonetheless, Kou wouldn’t let her just leave. Instantly he was in front of her. Due to their height difference, there wasn’t any room for escape. “Hey now M-Neko-Chan, I wasn’t done talking to you yet.’’ The once smiley vampire aura turns cold and distant. Yet, possessive.

“You haven’t given me an answer yet. Don’t you think that is kind of rude? Not to mention the fact that you’re trying to leave without even saying a word, I’m disappointed. Honestly who the hell do you think you are huh!?” Despite Kou’s abrasive behavior. Yui stood her ground, albeit anxiously.

“ Kou-kun you were the one who abruptly asked me the question in the first place, so forgive me for being shocked. Also instead of at least helping me off the ground, you just laughed at me the entire time. I thought you were here just to make fun of me, if you have nothing better to do than laugh at me I’ll decide to leave. I’m sorry but my answer is n-“

In a fit of frustration Kou grabbed Yui by the throat and slammed her back to the door with a loud thud. The shock was so great that it knocked the wind out of her. Kou grasped her throat so tightly that air barely was able to enter. Tears floated down her face as she struggled to breathe. With her eyes glazed over with tears, she could hardly see Kou. His face which was normally so handsome and charming was contorted into a violent scowl. His bright were clouded with hatred, those idol-worthy, perfect white teeth gritted against each other in an unbearable ear-piercing screech. The muscles in his hand cracked and popped as his fist squeezed so tingly that blood started to trickle onto the floor.

“ Do you know how hard is to be nice to an oblivious twit like you? You’re so fucking stupid that it’s pain to even talk to you. Millions of girls would love to even get the chance to even breathe the same air as I do. Yet here you are being ungrateful for the gift you’ve been giving. The opportunity to be seen with a start like me, but all you can think about is leaving?! Are you sick in the hand or are you naturally born with no common sense? You’re so lucky right now….but, YOUR DUMBASS CAN’T EVEN SEE IT!!!

Kou squeezed tighter on Yui's neck as he continued to snarl insult after insult at her face without even thinking. Yui struggled to remove his hand from his hands from her neck but was unable to do so. With air becoming more and more scarce, and dark splotches blinding her vision. She has to think fast.

So, with the last bit of strength, she could muster. Yui opened her mouth which was covered in drool from struggling to break free, and bit down on Kou's hand as hard as she could! He howled in pain as blood spurted from his hand! Yui fell to the ground while coughing up a storm as air slowly enter its way back into her lungs. Kou grasped his hand as he glared at Yui with a look of murder in his eyes. “ YOU BITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU BIT MY HAND!!” Kou walked towards the blonde ready to intact vengeance for causing him pain. But she was ready. Before Kou could lay a hand on her, Yui grabbed a fountain pen from her pocket and as Kou was nearer, she stabbed the point of the pen in Kou’s wounded hand!

Kou fell back in pain, clutching his hand, giving Yui time to get up and run out of the library. She ran faster than she has ever before! Her body needed time to rest from being near seconds away from deatmh but the adrenaline kept her going. Her only objective was to get away from the vampire that would surely main her if he caught her.

As Yui turned the corner, almost falling in the process, she spotted a tuft of white hair in the distance.

“SUBARU!”

chapter 3 ended.

To be continued…

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