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wandasaura · 4 months ago

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LET ME CHECK

summary —natasha just wants to make sure you haven't broken any rules since she left, and who better to help her out than maria

warning(s) — established relationship, alludes to existing sexual dynamic with maria, natasha’s your girlfriend maria’s simply there, dom/sub dynamics, inspection kink, semi-public sexual encounter, teasing, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, pussy spank, very slight degradation, humiliation, condescending tones and elements, praise kink, men/minors dni

authors note — a little fic for the sweetest girls birthday! @iwantscarlettandlizzie

kinktober

The hallways were dim as you crept across them in search of Maria’s office where you knew Natasha always sought refuge after meetings with Fury. Pathetic tissue paper pumpkins, that you’d spent nearly an hour constructing from thin pages of muted orange parchment, were held between your clammy fingers ambitiously. The instructions had been unbearably vague, but you knew how easily holidays slipped the minds of those that devoted their lives to saving others, so you attempted to boost the morale of those that you held close, even if it was a measly attempt at crafting that you brought to the table.

Your fingers, clammy and gauntly in appearance from how possessively you gripped the construction paper stems stapled onto the tissue paper pumpkins, itched to relieve a greater issue that turned your insides into butterflies and dull insatiable sparks of unattainable pleasure; an issue that Natasha had single handedly created that very morning when she roused you from sleep with her tongue between your thighs. She’d woken you in such a way countless times before, however today she’d given you the clear ultimatum to be good for her until further notice before she’d pulled away without allowing blissful relief to crash over you in any capacity, and you’d never blatantly gone against that; you’d never go against that. You were her good girl, her precious angel that she enjoyed corrupting in unspeakable ways, and as much as that ache between your legs was growing unbearable as your mind traveled back to those first few moments of pleasure that had started your grueling day, you could hold off on relieving yourself until she gave you permission to do so. You hoped that she gave you permission to do so.

When you reached Maria’s office, the blue-tinted lights reflecting off of your white skirt in a manner that you’d grown accustomed to since the first time you’d taken up space aboard the helicarrier with her, you knew that Natasha was hidden away inside without even opening the door, able to hear the low vibrations of her voice though the metal walls, probably throwing paper balls at Maria with her feet perched up on the desk. The Commander absolutely detested the mistreatment of furniture, especially furniture in her office, but for some reason, Natasha always got her way.

You didn’t bother knocking, balancing both paper pumpkins in one hand as you turned the sterling silver knob with the other, cautious of walking into a conversation you weren’t at liberty to know about. If you had knocked, you would’ve been turned away and assumed to be just another rookie seeking out her favoritism, but Maria never minded when you barged in. She’d been the one to instill that open door policy that you acted under now, and while it always made your belly churn with anxiety for potentially overstepping, she’d never once turned you away; especially not when Natasha was also seeking refuge in her spacious office overlooking eloquent clouds and tempting bodies of deep frigid water.

You smiled timidly as you captured their attention upon entering, bashfully smoothing down your skirt despite the sight beneath it not being anything they hadn’t seen before. A permanent blush had stained your cheeks since Natasha’s cruel teasing had ensued hours earlier, and as you fell victim to Maria’s dominating gaze, you felt the twinges of pink across your features darken as heat rushed to the tips of your ears. Natasha’s smirk of amusement was belittling to put it gently, but persistently you stepped farther into the room, allowing the door to softly close behind you, fully enveloping you in their undivided attention.

“There she is!” Natasha greeted you cheerfully, a stark contrast to the near primal gleam tainting her gentle eyes that had seen horrendous acts of evil and suffering in such a short life. “What do you have, baby?” She quizzed gently, her eyes wandering your frame, taking note of the decorative pumpkins you clutched, but ultimately traveling downward until they settled on the sight of your thighs, glimmering softly with slick beneath the bright lighting that enveloped your frame. It wasn’t noticeable to anyone that wasn’t truly looking, but to her, it was all she could see.

You shifted bashfully beneath her heavy stare, soft eyes filled with innocence darting between the decorations that felt like flames between your palms and the two women practically undressing you from across the room. “Pumpkins. I, um, I needed a distraction, and Masha always forgets about Halloween.”

“You needed a distraction, hm? Why’s that, baby?” Natasha craned her head inquisitively, a faux gleam of confusion crossing her features before it melted away into a that same look of possession that had been written within her eyes that morning. You were hers, entirely hers, she never questioned that, but she did love to prove it, and that always came with humiliation and Maria’s wandering hands.

“Um,” You faltered, your breath hitching as your eyes shifted over toward Maria who sat perched behind her desk with a near sadistic smirk pulling at the corners of her tantalizing lips. You’d done so many things with her since Natasha had introduced you both. You’d allowed her into your relationship during both the softest moments and the most intimate, but you never failed to grow shy beneath her gaze that had been so meticulously refined throughout the years of commanding armies and demanding respect.

Natasha knew firsthand how flustered you became beneath the attention of her best friend, and the sight of you floundering to be good never failed to amuse her. “You can say it, angel. I’m sure Masha would love to know what’s going on in that pretty little head.” She cooed, head tilting to the side in that sickeningly cruel manner that conveyed innocence and genuinity to anyone that didn’t know her personally, but was truly the start of a harsher game. When she looked at you like that, like you were her entire world, it almost always meant that she was going to ruin you unapologetically.

“Oh? What’s your needy girl gotten herself into now?” Maria wasn’t blind to your flustered state either, and as the words fell against your skin, your heart leapt in your chest and that coil in your belly tightened once more. Neither woman said anything about how you pressed your thighs together pathetically, but both of them noticed how you attempted to fight the arousal turning you to putty for them to play with however they pleased.

Your eyes found a coffee table to your left, and softly you laid both pumpkins down on the glass top, no longer interested in finding the perfect spot for them to live until the end of October came. With Natasha’s expectant gaze still set on you, you fiddled with the edge of your skirt and found the will to answer, despite your voice sounding meek and soft as it floated through the office overlooking the world beneath you. “Natty, um, Natty said I’m not allowed to cum until she says so.”

“Yeah, and I edged you this morning, didn’t I, pretty girl?” She hummed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched you unravel without so much as a single hand reaching out to touch your aching body tenderly.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, dropping your gaze to your shoes, unable to keep your eyes on either her or Maria as humiliation crawled up your spine and turned those butterflies in your belly into wild sparks of anticipation.

“Nu uh, we want to hear you say it. Use your big girl words and tell Masha what happened this morning.” Natasha condescended easily, her posture straightening as she narrowed her gaze, challenging you to disobey.

“Um, Natty woke me up with her tongue. And, um, she said I’m not allowed to cum ‘til she says. Didn’t cum this morning. Didn’t cum at all. Promise. I promise, Natty. I was good!” You begged her to believe you, you knew that she did, the way you stood with your legs pressed together desperately was enough indication as any, but she wasn’t feeling kind, and you could see that just as easily as she could see you.

“I don’t know, baby. I think I’m gonna have to check.” She frowned sympathetically, but there was no ounce of sincerity in her wrinkled pout and earnest eyes. It never failed to turn you on when you realized just how easily she could deceive the untrained eye. Luckily for you, you hadn’t been an untrained eye in years, however unluckily, she wasn’t quick to spare you humiliation when she felt the need to be cruel. “Well, I think Maria should check. You wouldn't lie to Masha, would you?”

“No! Wouldn’t lie to Mia, I wouldn’t! Not lying to you!” You pleaded, blubbering with her to believe you, but it was futile. She already knew what she wanted, and unless you called your safe word, she wasn’t backing down. You didn’t want her to back down. Your belly burned with wild humiliation, but sickeningly that only heightened the arousal swimming in your belly like a rogue electrical chord.

“Come here and let’s prove it then, honey.” Maria’s features softened momentarily, a calming reassurance that had you following her voice without hesitation. Her hands fell onto your hips when you were close enough to reach, and tenderly she tugged you closer. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Let me check, let me see how icky those pretty panties are.”

She positioned you over her desk easily, a steady hand placed on the center of your back, guiding you down farther and farther until your chest was flush against her paperwork and your ass was propped out for her to grope and fondle however she pleased. You whined softly when she flipped up the edge of your skirt, her calloused fingertips ghosting along the globes of your ass that were only barely covered by cheeky pink panties printed with delicate frilly bows. You whimpered, body involuntarily twitching when those same fingers that had pulled the trigger of a few hundred guns dragged across the center of your panties, prodding at the damp patch that darkened the fabric and tormented you incessantly.

“Oh, that must be so uncomfortable, sweetheart. Your cunt’s making such a mess on these pretty panties.” Maria cooed, but there was no ounce of sympathy in the tone she’d taken, and your cheeks burned with humiliation as you felt her touch slip away and the telltale sounds of her sucking her fingers clean followed. Your eyes searched for Natasha, your hand reaching out to desperately hold onto hers, and she allowed it easily, her thumb brushing against the back of your hand as she maintained eye contact. “Just as sweet as I remember.” Maria mused softly before her hands found your body again, this time grabbing at the waistband of your pink panties. “Why don’t we take these off, hm?”

“Okay.” Your voice was shaky, but you knew she wanted a verbal response. All of this would stop the second you shut down, and as much as you wanted relief, not more teasing, you didn’t want this to end prematurely, so you mustered up the strength to respond, despite how you wanted to whine and plead and lean into the sensations of pleasure and nothing else.

“Good girl.” She hummed, lowering them down your legs the second you’d given her permission. You stepped out of them when she signaled, tried not to watch as she flung them across the room for anyone to see if they entered. You didn’t have the chance to plead for something more, because the second your panties were out of the way, her fingers were plunging deep into your core, seeking out that spongey spot that neither she nor Natasha had any trouble finding. “So wet, so tight. Ah ah, quiet, angel. We wouldn’t want the rookies next door to hear these pretty sounds, would we?”

You gasped back a moan, bottom lip bitten between your teeth as you dug your forehead into your arms, attempting to muffle the sounds that you couldn’t stop from falling off your lips entirely. For minutes she explored every inch of your cunt, making lewd comments to Natasha that diminished you to nothing but a pet, but just as that pleasure was starting to amount to something worth chasing, she was gone. Your skirt was flipped down, her fingers were licked clean, and her gaze was heavy as it fell upon you after she’d guided you back up onto your feet.

“Well, she wasn’t lying. The little slut’s just as desperate as she was this morning, if not more now.” Maria taunted, her gaze set on Natasha, not paying even the slightest ounce of attention to you as you whined and shook your head pleadingly.

“My good girl.” Natasha smiled softly, nodding for you to come around to her, and when you did, she eased you into her lap sweetly. “You’ll get to cum soon, I promise, angel. Why don’t you be a doll and get Masha and I some water, until then, yeah?”

With your head fuzzy and desperate to please, you could only nod your agreehand, but you faltered when her voice cut through the silence again, stopping you from collecting the panties that laid in a heap on the floor. “No. Leave them there. Desperate girls don’t need panties, you’re only going to ruin them more than you already did.”

Not wanting to fight, not wanting to prolong your pleasure than it already was, you only nodded your head, leaving the office behind on shaky legs, hoping that you’d earn her sympathy before the day came to an end and you were left unsatisfied for any longer.

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celestiamour · 20 days ago

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Hej, czy mógłbyś stworzyć grę fem-reader x thanos (gra squid), w której oboje mają ten sam klimat i są najlepszymi przyjaciółmi z dzieciństwa, ale thanos zakochuje się w niej i w końcu mówi jej o tym w pierwszej grze??? (Jeśli uważasz, że to głupie, pomiń) Miłego dnia/nocy 😁🙏

ft. choi su-bong (thanos) x gn! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ childhood best friend! reader┊0.6k words

contains: thanos is his own warning, mentions of bullying, canon-typical violence, drug use, love confessions, they have the same energy, this sucks I'm so sorry

➤ author's note: i forgot how to write!! please be patient with me!! (i hope i translated this right)

╰₊✧ let’s get one thing straight, you probably teamed up to steal lunch money from other kids and maybe even pushed them into lockers afterward: a troublesome duo who ended up in the principal’s office more than once and had to be seated far away from each other or else the entire classroom would erupt into chaos. your parents told both of you to stay away from the other as they were a terrible influence, but it just had you guys sneaking out in the middle of the night to hang out at a nearby park.

╰₊✧ that’s when he realizes you’re his first love probably, pushing you on the swing set at two in the morning with nothing but a dim street light to light up the night, barely in high school and yet determined to make you his. unfortunately, while he’s trying to figure out how to tell you or figure out how you feel about him so as not to ruin the friendship, you tragically move away for some reason and leave him broken-hearted.

╰₊✧ he wrote his first rap about this experience, and it touched hearts all around the world, probably launched his career, and remains in his top ten most streamed songs.

╰₊✧ alright, now to the games, the second he laid eyes on you, it was like all the young love buried from years ago hit him like a ton of bricks. he audibly gasped as if he had just run into the queen of england, even making his fans turn their heads, jogging up to you to see if you remembered him. he’s so excited, he almost trips on his way over.

╰₊✧ on your end, you remembered him obviously, he’s made quite a name for himself and you’ve seen clips of his music videos/performances which you look into every now and then out of curiosity. you would be lying if you said he wasn’t even more handsome than the screens do him justice, his brightly-colored purple hair seemed to suit him so well and he’s grown so tall. you’re also pleased to see that little has changed about his attitude, still the same old su-bong you remember him to be.

╰₊✧ you two are probably near each other when the true nature of the game is revealed, and he offers you one of the colorful pills hidden in his cross necklace which you smack him for getting into drugs, but you can’t say you’re surprised. he becomes so carefree afterward that he blatantly pushes three other people over and watches them get shot for the fun of it, but he also does the contradictory action of hiding you behind him to make sure you don’t get shot.

╰₊✧ the smile that splits his face when he hears you laughing and going along with his antics is worthy of being photographed when it hits him that this experience would be much like the times you both shared as kids. he finally reunited with his childhood best friend, and he’s going to make the most of the time you have together— death games be damned!

╰₊✧ keeps you close throughout the voting process and confesses his love once he sees you press the blue button. the amount of time you both have left is uncertain, but if you both help each other out and make it out alive, then the leftover money will go to the future he dreamed of having with you. he doesn’t care if it seems unrealistic or too ideal, he’s thanos and nothing was ever impossible for him.

╰₊✧ of course, you say yes and become a force to be reckoned with!

#📜. her works #choi su bong #choi su bong x reader #thanos #thanos x reader #squid game #squid game x reader

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