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tan1shere · 3 months ago

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Double Trouble

Billie Eilish x Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: well well well, I was watching the whole interview of these fine mfs and finally got a storyline for this plot 😇 I hope you all enjoy this one. Choosing Oxytocin for the song as the lyrics fit the vibe 🤭 - also small disclaimer if the Spanish isn't correct pls let me know !! Google translate isn't always trusted lmaoo LONG !!

Summary: You're dating Billie and go with her to one of her small events, Young Miko happens to be interviewing her when later on things escalate.

Warnings: smut ! THREESOME !!! Billie and Miko are both dominant, sub reader. Overstimulation, strap usage, oral, (all r receiving) mommy kink, orgasm denial, think that's it, lmk if there's anything else. This one's going to be interesting, but enjoy 😈

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Hearing fans scream as they call out for Billie. You were currently in the back just waiting for the interview to be done, listening to their voices. She happened to get Young Miko to interview her while she was in Mexico. Which was awesome, seeing as you had been a fan of her music for quite some time now. So there was no doubt you were fan girling just a little.

Once the event had finished they come into the back room, approaching you. "Hey baby, thought I'd introduce the two of you. Considering you're a fan of hers." You stand up, smiling at them both. "You like my music?" Miko asks, seeming a bit surprised. You nod at her question. "Most definitely, I've been listening for a few years now actually." You admit, she gives you a smile. "That's awesome honestly! Have you learnt any Spanish?" "Funnily enough yeah, I've learned a ton of new things just by listening." Your smile widens. Billie seemed a bit, distracted though. As if she had something brewing in her brain. Your curiosity got the better of you especially when she says this to Miko.

"Meet you there." Meet you there? Miko then salutes her with a small smirk. Your brows furrow, looking at your girlfriend. "What was that about." You had asked as you head for the car. "Just a little surprise we have for you." We??? There was something behind her eyes. Excitement, no? Maybe? You let your orbs linger over her own. Then it clicked you knew exactly that look and your eyes suddenly blew up in size. It was lust. She got that you were catching on, putting a hand on your thigh. "Now, I'm ok with it. But I want to make sure you are." It was all very secretive, until she catches you way off guard. Pulling into a parking lot which looked to be at a hotel. "You want Miko to touch you?"

She asks, breathing impossibly close to your face. Your cheeks heat up. I mean sure you'd have a little fan girl moment but you loved Billie, butttt you'd be lying If you said you hadn't imagined it just a tiny bit. "Go on, I know what you're thinking." Her fingers trace over your jaw. "You want her to baby?" You just nod, vividly. But her head shakes. "Uh uh, speak." Your breath hitches. "Yes.. yes I would.." Your eyes look into her growingly dark ones. "Good girl."

And that wasn't even close to the beginning of the best night of your life. Everything was very hush hush. This was incredibly wrong in many ways, but the thrill was overpowering that. "I'm a little nervous.." You admit to your girlfriend. "Don't be my girl, we are going to take good. Care of you." She speaks in such a velvet tone, making you clench your thighs. Already she had such an effect on you. That only made you wonder how Miko would be. Was this really happening.

Yep. It was. The door was being opened to her room, she lets the both of you in. Billie gives you a quick but passionate kiss. "Go strip babe." Your body felt tingly at the way she was speaking, filthy yet so damn sexy. You bite your lip. Billie loved to be in control, not in a horrible way ofcourse she just adored having that strength. "Do what you'd usually do, but listen to her. If she doesn't speak up. Make. Her." You swallow overhearing Billies husky voice saying that. "lo entendiste. - you got it." Miko says with a small smirk causing Billie to mirror that, but more evil.

You had stripped out of everything except your bra and underwear. Sitting nervously on the bed. Was this truly happening were you dreaming? You suddenly were being pulled out of your thoughts as you see the pretty Puerto Rican infront of you. "Hi angel." She smirks at your expression. You turn your head for a second to see where Billie is, was she going to watch. When you felt fingers under your chin. "She's just preparing Mami." Your eyes linger over the small bathroom door in the hotel room. "Something tells me you want her to watch. True?" She asks, going to kiss your jaw. When a shakey breath leaves your lips. "I- uhm-" Her eyes connect with your own.

"Imagine her, watching someone else fuck you. Senseless, might I add." Her kisses move lower and lower, having them on your neck. "Imagine her hearing how dirty you sound, because of me?" Your brain couldn't process this, feeling it fogging over already.

Can't take it back once it's been set in motion.

Your nerves and excitement both mix together. Wondering what you had agreed to. Miko's hands come in contact with your bra covered breasts. Kneading gently. "Can I take this off?" You nod at her question but she remembered what Billie had said to her. Her fingers press lightly against your jaw. "Do I get an answer, angel?" You swallow thickly. "Y-yes you can take it off Miko.." You breathe, her smirk grew at the way you whispered her name. Loving it maybe a bit too much. But she had to hear it again. After she removes your bra, discarding it somewhere. Her lips immediately attach to your nipple, sucking hard. Your mind goes blank at the insane feeling. But even if Billie consented to this, or if it was her idea. You couldn't help but feel bad. Or maybe that just made you feel great.

Maybe that aroused you more, the thought of her watching was something you did enjoyed thinking of. And as if on queue. Shes there in the room. Your eyes meet as her head tilts slightly, your heart races at this insane setting. Miko sucking on your tits, as your girlfriend just watches. You weren't being loud enough to Mikos liking. She then bites your nipple, sending a moan to tumble out of your mouth. Your eyes are still locked on Billie as the noise comes out, feeling your eyes go wide. But she smirks. And she does it broadly.

"Don't hide your noises baby. - we've talked about this." Billie then speaks, noticing the way you were biting your lip extra hard. "Go on, wanna hear how she's making you feel." You do as told, but God was this so incredibly filthy. Was it bad you enjoyed it very much? She continues to watch.

She couldn't look away.

Your head lulls back against the headboard as Miko travels down your body, leaving kisses. Her eyes then look into yours as she's reached the main event. Ofcourse asking for permission but silently. You go to nod, considering she hadn't spoken you'd be safe. But the look in her eyes makes you think differently. Your brain just goes to the quickest sentence you can think of. "Please take them off." Your winey voice made them both smirk. Although you weren't looking at Billie right now, when you did. You swear you could've just cum. Then and there. You hold her gaze for a bit.

Shed wanna get involved.

That eye contact remains, until Billie speaks. "Make her cum." Her eyes still boring into your own as she utters those words. You felt like you could go insane. "Heard that mama." You nod slowly. "Y-yes." Miko smirks at your reaction. "You look scared love. Don't worry I don't bite. ... unless you want that." She finishes, coming impossibly close to your cunt. It now being free from the previous fabric clinging to it. You swallow again, letting your mouth hang open as her tongue is on you. Your head falls limply at the insane feeling. Billie's smirk never leaved her face it was as if she was frozen. Getting to watch you like this from a different point of view. Your moans grew louder as she picks up the pace, causing your hands to grab her hair.

What would people say, if they listened through the wall.

There was no other sound but Miko's tongue lapping at you, your soft but powerful moans. Making not only Billie, but Miko also. Go mental. Your orgasm was quick to approach as Miko speeds up, if that was even possible. Sending your mind blank, feeling yourself cum on her tongue with a slight screech. You let out pants, trying to catch your breath again. "Overstimulate her." Billie then orders. Your eyes look over at her. Finally gaining the courage to actually say something. "Bils-" Her head tilts, once again. "Hmm?" Your mouth shuts almost immediately. "Nothing." "No no, go on babe. What is it? You don't want that?" But that'd be a lie, ofcourse you did.

"I just-" But that was cut short as Miko's back at it, having you shake at how sensitive you truly became. You let a shakey but satisfied sigh escape you, having your eyes flutter shut. "What was it you were saying angel?" Your back arches too distracted by your second orgasm to fully care about what Billie was mocking you for.

I can see it clear as day. You don't really need a break.

Billie craved to watch you writhe under Miko, the way you're almost cumming again. But Bills was having too much fun. "Deny her." Billie speaks lowly. And just like that you felt nothing. A cryish whine leaves your plump lips. "Nooo." Your eyes had been closed. "Wanna see what you can take." Billie mutters, enough for you to hear. Your lips then pout as you look at Billie. With such a defeated look in your eyes. Almost begging without words. But you knew you had to speak them you knew that's what she wanted, you to beg.

You take any extra courage floating around inside you and grab Miko's face. "Please, please don't stop. Need your tongue." Billie smirks as you say that, proudly. Miko dives back in satisfied, herself. With how you responded. But she felt like teasing you, testing your limits. Billie seemed to be proud of that also, knowing you'd start to get bratty if she kept it up. "Make her cum, one more time. Then I'll come on over." Billie states, making Miko nod in response.

You should really run away.

She kept circling your clit with her tongue, moving back and forth from there, to your entrance. Your head is rested back as she does so feeling worn out but so amazing at the same time. All you could then think of was what Billie would do. "Make her work for it, need her begging." You look over at her, giving an annoyed little look. But she returns it with a warning one, causing you to immediately look away from her. It was nearing once again, the coil was incredibly close to snapping when Miko squeezes your thigh tightly. Signaling for you to not do so yet. A slight whimper comes from you, trying to hold it. "Please let me cum please-"

Her whole tongue inserted into you suddenly, rapidly sticking it in and out at an ungodly pace. You were shocked at how good she was, nearly as good as your girlfriend. Your mouth agape as your coming close to your release. "Please, please- need to." She looks up at you with such a lustful look. Pulling away slightly to speak. "Cum now." And so you did. Hard. Feeling just as amazing the first two times if not. Better. You let out ragged breaths. Miko removes herself from you. Standing up fully, swiping her thumb over her lip to get the excess cum and put it inside her mouth. "Hm, tasty." She says. Billie comes over standing next to her. "Isnt she." She smirks at you.

You sit up on your elbows, just now catching your breath. Billie inches closer towards you, crawling ontop of your figure. Your eyes glued to hers as she looks to your lips. "I don't think you're ready for this." She spoke in a hushed whisper. Leaning in to kiss you. Ofcourse you kiss back, honestly missing any kind of touch from her. Your hands reach out to gently place them on her face. But it's as if they had already discussed this, because Miko is lifting you up slightly, sitting on the bed and placing you on her lap. Your eyes dart back to Billies. Gulping. "What? Nervous?" Your head shakes but her eyebrow raises in a questionable way. "N-no..not nervous." You speak up.

"Hmm, good." You hadn't even noticed she attached the fake dick to herself, until you felt it near your entrance. Looking back at Billie once again and taking a tiny breath in. Were you nervous? "So wet." She says as her fingers swipe along your sticky cunt, from the multiple orgasms. You bite your lip subconsciously, feeling the dildo peek into your hole. "Please Bills.." Miko's hand moves to your throat, causing Billie to get closer to your face. "What's my name baby? Say it correctly and I'll give you what you want." You take a second, letting out a few staggered breaths. "Please fuck me mommy."

And thats exactly what she was about to do, sliding it in almost all the way, making you arch your back. Slowly bringing it down again as she begins to fuck into you. God this was so insane but amazing all at once. More moans fill the hotel room, you didn't care who listened to be honest you were too caught up on the feeling of Miko's hand still around your throat and Billie's hard thrusts to worry about what others may think. Billie begins to pick up the pace, Miko's other hand coming to cup one of your breasts sending pleasure throughout the whole of your body. Head to toe shivers consume you as her hand tightens just slightly.

Billie watches in amusement as your face contorts into pure ecstasy. Eyes rolling back as she enters you even deeper. You truly were on cloud 9. It just felt too good.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Her hand rests on your waist as she continues to fuck you, feeling you suck her in as if it were her own dick. Making Billie go more feral for you. Her other hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing slowly. Whimpers filling her ears as she does, feeling like she could cum from that alone. She craved to hear such sounds coming from your pretty lips. Drove her mental. Billie didn't feel like being as nice though, wanting to make you go mental. And it sure did. "You cum when I say to got it, pretty girl?" You let out a slight whine, not before shes grabbing your face with her fingers. Smushing your cheeks slightly. "Got. It?" "Yes.. - mommy." Her once Satisfied look returns, bigger than previously.

"Good girl, that's exactly what we like to hear. Isn't that right Miko?" She then replies. "Without a doubt Bill." Your breathing becomes irregular again, trying to gain that focus. "I- I'm so close." Billie just shakes her head. "Don't even think about it." You then feel Miko's soft fingers dance over your skin, moving their way down to your pussy to mess with your clit. "Bi-" You let out the filthiest moan ever, trying so hard to hold it. "C-cant.. please." You speak on the verge of tears. Bingo. Just what Billie was after. The little pout on your lips almost makes her give in. But she keeps drilling into you, so much harder making your head spin. "I-" "hold it."

"B-b..u." A near pornographic moan then ripped out of you, feeling your body shake. "Be a good girl baby. Know you can." - "hold it mama." Miko then whispers in your ear. Another whimper comes from your mouth trying so so hard to keep it in.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Billie goes close to your ear, close to Miko. They then kiss one another making you stare, as your girlfriend comes back into view. There was no denying how hot it was. Billie catches your eyes. She chuckles softly. "You enjoyed that didn't you bub?" You couldn't even speak. She lets that one slide, knowing how much you were struggling. "Precious girl can't even reply to you." Billie shakes her head at Miko. "Shes too busy crying over my dick huh baby?" Your head just rests back on Miko's shoulder. Almost screaming at the insane euphoria you felt. Miko's other hand quickly covers your mouth, tightening her grip on your throat. "Shhh baby not too loud."

I wanna make you yell.

Wanna do bad things to you.

Your eyes roll back again, letting out a groany whimper.

Don't wanna treat you well.

It was getting nearly impossible. Until Billie says the three words. "You can cum." And you gladly do, gushing all over the plastic dick inside you. Squirting a little over Billie. Your brain felt empty, having your eyes closed to try regain stability.

If you find it hard to swallow.

"Just one more angel, know you can." Your eyes snap to Billies. "S-so sore." Miko wipes the lingering tears on your face. But as she starts to move slowly, the need for more is inching its way back. Grabbing onto her hips. "Fuck!" You then scream, making Miko's hand return on your mouth. She eventually got an idea. "Open." She says to you. You do as told going to let her slender fingers enter your mouth. You suck needily, feeling Billie speed up yet again. Her thrusts go at an ungodly pace eventually sending your body to writhe and shake underneath her. Those tears coming back, you cry out of pleasure. Sucking harder on Miko's digits.

I kinda wanna look away.

Her grip on your neck loosens, keeping her fingers there for you to greedily suck on. She honestly enjoyed the feeling of it. Bringing that hand down from your neck to your nipple giving it a pinch. You moan around her fingers, feeling your fourth or fifth. You honestly lost count. Orgasm of that night.

Kinda wanna get involved.

Billies hands grip your waist, completely railing the fuck out of you. The sight infront of her making her moan, herself. Low, lustful. Filthy. Your eyes continue to gloss over feeling it coming closer and closer. But you listened to what she had said earlier, only when she says to.

Other people don't obey.

Her thrust continued, her stamina was impeccable. But you knew that already. Your hands reach out to touch her, grabbing at her tits. She smirks at you, knowing their your favorite. "Can feel how close you are. Tugging me in." You accidentally bite down slightly on Miko's fingers. Little did you know she didn't mind that, one. Bit. Your teeth retract from doing so, continuing the sucking motion.

You should really run away.

The coil was close to snapping, it got harder for Billie to even thrust at how tight you had became. She needed it, you needed it. Miko needed it. "Cum." She breathes.

Bad. Things.

You did with yet another scream, of who's name? Well ofcourse both. They both, made you cum. They both, made you scream. And there was no doubt this wouldn't be the last time this would happen.

It was your little secret.

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wandasaura · 9 months ago

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SEE WHATS UNDER THAT ATTITUDE

summary — wanda intends to keep the promise she made to you, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have to work to earn it

warning(s) — established relationship, married wandanat, heavy on the mommy kink, subspace, entrance of the oral fixation, degradation, praise, dumbification, light humiliation, fingering, ¿light nipple torture?, definitely nipple stimulation, teasing, edging, orgasm control, mention of orgasm denial, begging, crying, fake sympathy, biting, oral sex, overstimulation, forced orgasm, aftercare, men/minors dni

authors note — there are some russian exchanges between wandanat toward the beginning, i’ll add translations for at the end but if they’re not correct, blame google translate. this was highly requested so i hope it’s everything you’ve been waiting for!

you are in love universe

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

The bed had been abandoned when you finally came to consciousness. The room was dark, the blinds drawn over the windows and blocking out sunlight, but the peaks of gold that kissed the trim around the windowsill was enough to gauge how late in the morning it was. The first sensation that crossed your mind was the lingering ache on the skin where Wanda��s had unforgivingly struck you half a hundred times, the second sensation that registered was the soft throb in your core that had been left unsatisfied hours earlier. A quiet whine rolled past your lips, filling the silent room with sound that was left unanswered. Your head still felt like it was filled with cotton, thoughts still hazy and disoriented.

Leaving the bedroom behind was a decision made lightly, but the absence of blankets over your shoulders felt like the cruelest punishment as you descended toward the living room. Wanda didn’t work in the office on Friday’s, or at least she tried not to most weeks. Typical Friday’s were spent in quiet company, if Natasha’s stories proved truthful, but the few times you’d spent the day in Westview had come with silence from the redhead who spent hours holed up in her office. It hadn't occurred to you then that she busied herself to avoid you, but with the only indication of her presence in the house coming from the laugh track behind some old eighties sitcom, you realized this was more typical of her routine.

Your footsteps were soft; careful and easy. It wasn’t intentional, nothing felt intentional in this state, but the sweetness of your mood could not be pushed further than soft taps of naked skin and quiet hums that tried to be words but fell flat. Wanda’s head craned in the direction of the stairs when she’d first heard the door creak on its hinges, counting down the seconds until you came into view. It was late, late enough for breakfast to have been eaten and dishes to have been washed, but even one glimpse at you could tell that you were still beneath the confines of subspace. She wasn’t surprised, slightly concerned, but not entirely surprised. She had pushed you farther than anyone ever had last night, careful of boundaries that had been set but still firm with her hand and treatment. She had forced you into submission in a manner that was unkind and dominant, she was not expecting you to stumble down the stairs in a clear state of mind, but the sight of your naked chest still bare of a shirt indicated just how far deep you were.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She smiled at you warmly, and you frowned in confusion when she didn’t incline her head toward the couch. You needed her to tell you what to do, wanted her to keep her grip on the reins and hold them tightly. Sensing your distress at this new sense of control, Wanda frowned realizing that her soft approach would not work you through this limbo. “Come here, baby.” The permission to approach that you had been waiting for finally came, and your feet that wouldn’t carry you forward without it started to move toward her again.

You stood in front of her with a silent question in mind, but Wanda was not willing to budge without the presence of your words. She needed to get you up, and coddling you was only a recipe for disaster. “Is there something you need, sweetheart?” Her approach was gentle, yet firm. Any harder and she would find the opposite effect of what she intended.

You nodded pleadingly, fingers coming up to sit in your mouth the same way hers had been last night. The sensation wasn’t the same, not even close, and that seemed to be too much to handle at this moment because tears that Wanda would deem ‘crocodile tears’ glimmered in your eyes. Even as your reserve crumbled, fingers falling back down to your sides and curling into the soft cotton of Natasha’s sleep shorts, she didn’t waver.

“Words, honey. I know you know how to use them. You used them very well last night.” Wanda tutted, shaking her head at your behavior dismissively. Your mouth opened and closed as you shifted through the haze in your thoughts attempting to string together a coherent sentence that articulated your wants to her.

When no more than a single word came to mind, you decided that had to be good enough, and nimbly you forced it past your chapped lips and into the space between your bodies, hoping it was loud enough to reach her ears, “Hold.”

A smile pulled at the corners of Wanda’s lips and she nodded at you encouragingly. “Of course I’ll hold you, sweetheart.” She pulled her arms away from the closed off position she had been maintaining, opening her posture up for your added weight.

You settled contently against her chest, your legs thrown over her hips. The position allowed relief to come to the sore skin on your bottom, and you hummed in satisfaction at the newfound release. Wanda laughed softly when a look of blissful realization settled on your dazed features, and her nails took full advantage of your exposed back as she placed feather light scratches to your spine. Natasha was fond of being held like this after an intense session, so it was no shock that you had come to like it too. Your head fell onto Wanda’s shoulder, just above the place where her heart sat.

“Nat!” Wanda called for her wife; said wife that you had yet to locate as the rest of the house sat in perfect silence. Natasha wasn’t a loud person, quite quiet actually, but there hadn’t even been an inkling in your mind that she lingered somewhere close, just barely out of sight. Your thoughts had been a one track road to Wanda, but at the call of Natasha’s name you were desperate for her all the same.

You picked your head up from Wanda’s shoulder, searching the room for any trace of Natasha that you could have possibly missed. Wanda smiled at your clear adoration for her wife, but guided your head back down to her chest when she noticed the thick haze coming over your eyes once more. She hadn’t had the pleasure of treating anyone with such tender dominance in years. Natasha was hard to break down to this point, her unwillingness to fully submit a persistent mental barrier, and Wanda was thankful to be useful in this way.

When Natasha appeared, blue light glasses keeping red hair from falling into her eyes, you realized that the reason she had been so hard to spot was because she was hidden away in the dining room, a place the couple rarely sat if it wasn’t for a meal.

“Yeah?” She asked, clearly confused about why Wanda had called for her instead of seeking her out physically, but when her eyes trailed to find her wife’s, she noticed your position against the Sokovian’s chest and a smug smirk pulled at her lips. Even if the bet hadn’t been made, she had still won. “Ona vse yeshche daleko vnizu, da?”

Wanda nodded her head at the question asked in Russian, her hand resuming its delicate scratching along your back. You hadn’t realized you had missed the feeling until it reappeared higher up your spine, but when it did and you weren’t expecting it, you shivered away instinctively. Wanda didn’t take your initial flinch as a reason to stop, and you were thankful because when she persisted, you melted into the touch. “Da, ty poydesh' za odnoy iz svoikh tolstovok? V obozrimom budushchem ya budu zapert zdes'.”

It could have been hours that you sat in silence with Wanda, or it could have been minutes, you honestly weren’t too sure about the passing of time around you, but you knew that you felt cared for, and you knew that you felt loved. You hadn’t understood the words that had been spoken in Russian over top of your head, but when Natasha had let her feet carry her upstairs and into the bedroom, you realized they’d been about you. The hoodie she came down with was soft, and Wanda had helped you into it with a practiced ease. That had been the most movement that had come from you, but Wanda didn’t make a fuss about your chosen stillness. She merely set her eyes on the reruns of old sitcoms, and occasionally whispered something sweet to you that required no verbal response. Somewhere in that mix, you had begun to bite at her shoulder, content to find that the sensation was the same pleasurable one you had found last night, and she hadn’t stopped you from further discovering it. It was when your head had finally cleared that you recognized the signs of hunger in your belly, remembering that dinner had been all but forgotten about last night, and when you pulled away from Wanda, her first instinct was to guide you right back down.

“I’m hungry.” You had protested her guidance, pushing against the hand that cradled the back of your head tenderly until she finally allowed you to sit straight up like you wanted.

“You back with me, dorogaya?” She double-checked, not wanting to blindly take your first coherent sentence as proof that you were fully functioning. She wanted to avoid a subdrop, knowing that it was a less than pleasurable experience and had caused Natasha a thick bout of depressive thoughts the one and only time she had failed to communicate her needs before they spiraled into darkness.

“Yeah.” Despite the clearness of your head, your words were still soft. The only time you ever came across harshly was when you tried to go toe to toe with Wanda. The redhead smiled at your affirmation, guiding you off her lap but not fully releasing control over to you just yet. She grabbed your hand, leading you into the kitchen where pots and pans dried on the mat beside the sink. You pouted, realizing that either her or Natasha had made pancakes and eggs for breakfast, and neither had woken you up to join in on the fun. “You had pancakes without me?” Was the first question that rolled off your tongue, and Wanda shook her head in bemusement that pancakes were your only concern.

“Your body needed the rest, moya lyubov’. I can make you some now if you want.” Wanda suggested, helping you up onto the counter despite your proven capability to do it yourself just fine. You didn’t shrug off her help, rather leaned into it, and pulled her in close when she dared to try and step away. You dropped your head onto her shoulder, feeling a desperate need to have her close. And again if she minded, she didn’t show it.

“I want cereal.” You decided, knowing that the women had cheerios shoved in the back of the pantry beside an unopened box of popcorn that you couldn’t quite place who it had been bought for. You didn’t know why they even bothered to buy anything that came in a box, considering in the near year that you had been frequenting the Maximoff residence you hadn’t seen them eat anything that wasn’t made on the stove, but right now it sounded like the perfect source of energy.

“That’s all?” Wanda frowned, prying your face away from her shoulder and forcing you to look into her eyes. You melted into her touch when she set her gaze on you firmly, pliant and willing in her grip. You hummed, your tongue poking out and swiping at the pad of her thumb that sat within licking distance on your cheeks. “That’s not going away anytime soon, huh?” Wanda laughed softly, pulling her hands away before you could get any bolder. She’d had her suspicions about your oral fixation, something was always in your mouth whether you realized it or not, it was truly only a matter of time before you realized how fun it was to have one of them between your teeth.

“Please?” You pouted, making puppy eyes at the pantry where the box of cheerios remained hidden. Wanda relented, her green eyes rolling backward into her head.

“You’re eating dinner tonight, milaya moya.” You merely shrugged at the compromise, simply glad to have gotten your way for now at the very least. She tapped your thigh in warning of her approaching absence, and though you had expected it to come if you wanted your cheerios, a whine still fell from your lips when she pulled away, instantly missing the warmth she provided.

You’d started to slip down from the counter when Wanda turned back around, only halfway to a pantry before you’d decided she’d been gone long enough. “Stay there, Mommy didn’t tell you that you could move.” The firmness that you had sought for earlier sent a rush of something different through your body hearing it now, but still eager to comply with her demands, you scooted back up onto the counter and tried your best to ignore the lingering ache in your untouched clit. You remembered her promise, remembered how she had so cruelly worked you up and left you dry. You didn’t think you could go another night with the sticky feeling between your thighs.

“Do you want milk with your cheerios, detka?” Wanda asked, her voice slightly muffled by the walls of the pantry that she had disappeared into. You nodded your head, forgetting that she couldn’t see you, but decided that you would just wait until she reappeared to tell her what you wanted. Words still felt too hard to grasp, and secretly you adored this special treatment that you’d never received before. When Wanda stepped out of the pantry, the familiar yellow box now in her hands, she asked again. “Do you want milk, honey?”

You nodded softly, pulling at the string of Natasha’s hoodie though you found them rather boring. You let your feet kick against the cabinet doors beneath where you sat, trying to occupy your attention with something other than the need in your core, having a feeling it wouldn’t be satisfied until you got something into your belly.

It was warm, too warm to be wearing a hoodie but in your foggy mindset and rush to find her, you had forgotten about the fact that you remained only half dressed. You sighed, pulling at the long sleeves until they came to your biceps, but even that couldn’t help you entirely.

“Words, honey.” Wanda reminded you firmly, and you kicked the cabinets beneath you rather harshly in response. You wanted her close to you, and yet she was standing halfway across the kitchen with her recently freed hands on her hips. The box of cheerios was placed on the island countertop, awaiting your direction of adding milk or a bowl or now. Wanda raised a daring brow, tilting her head to the side in a manner that was admittedly intimidating. “We aren’t going to go through this again, milaya. Do you want your cheerios with milk? Yes or no?”

“Yes.” You sighed, deflating on the counter as you itched to get down and cling onto her. You couldn’t comprehend the rush of feelings that overwhelmed your brain in the moment, but it felt like every choice you were forced to make only drove you farther and farther from a position of sanity. You wanted her to decide, wanted her to talk you through every process and choice. You were never this needy, never this dependent on somebody else, but the taste of total submission that you had been given was like a drug elementary schools never warned you about tasting.

“Good girl.” Wanda praised your willingness to comply, already maneuvering around the kitchen to acquire a bowl and the gallon milk from the fridge. You shone beneath her words, a shy smile gracing your lips as you tilted your head down toward your lap and tried to hide the flush on your cheeks. Wanda wasn’t blind to your reaction, but she spared you the embarrassment of knowing you’d been caught.

“Where’s Natty?” You whispered, suddenly realizing the woman was displaced from the pair of you, which was a rarity if you ever knew one. She had been in the dining room before, but now she was gone and yet her laptop remained on the table, the only object in the room that wasn’t in its perfect place.

Wanda smiled softly at your concern, a tad surprised it had taken you this long to realize that the Russian was missing. She didn’t let you dwell in that confusion, wanting your mind focused on one thing and one thing only; her. “Pepper faxed her over some files. Nothing you need to worry about, malyshka. Come eat.”

You wiggled down from the counter with a distinctive delicacy, a stark contrast to the usual faith you put into your ankles. Wanda appreciated your carefulness, smiling at you with unspoken praise that you had no time to hide from before she saw your faintest blush. Unlike every day that had come before this one, Wanda sat down at the island instead of gravitating toward the dining room. You brightened at the prospect of eating here, clamoring into her lap because there was absolutely no chance that you were sitting on your own. It seemed she hadn’t expected you to, because her arm tangled around your waist and her hand found its place on your thigh, dangerously close to where you wanted her most, but still too far away.

“Mommy promised you a reward, didn’t she?” Wanda hummed, her voice laced with a sultry silkness that would’ve been enough to have you weak in the knees on it’s own, but the deadly combination of her lust and her hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear, which Natasha had discovered was incredibly sensitive, was enough to completely melt your self restraint down to nothing.

A gasp fell from your lips, your head tilting to the side and allowing her lips all the room she needed to explore your unmarked skin. Your eyes fluttered closed, thoughts of cheerios dissipating. “Mommy.” You pleaded with her, hoping that she would relent in her teasing measures.

Her wet lips trailed down the side neck, and in the same second cold fingers bearing rings more expensive than you could even fathom moved the collar of Natasha’s hoodie out of her way. The caress of her lips didn’t last long, because as quickly as she’d began to suck a hickey on your collar bone that was sure to last at least a couple of days, she pulled away and the fingers still on your right thigh pinched the warm skin experimentally. “Eat. What Mommy does to your body is none of your concern, little girl.”

A guttural moan left your lips at her dismission, and although your brain was officially nothing but mush between bones, your trembling hand reached out for the spoon. The first mouthful of cheerios was rewarded by her fingers moving toward your core, the second by a sharp nip at the base of your neck. Every bite was followed by pleasure, and by the sixth, it was getting harder to think about anything other than release.

The lack of panties between your thighs had made access to your core disturbingly easy, and when you faltered on the seventh bite of cereal, your pulsing clit was pinched harshly between fingers that were still surprisingly cold. Your hips twitched in her lap, your head falling back onto her shoulder as you surrendered to the pleasure the sharp sensation had provided. Wanda hummed, taking your body's reaction into account for a later date.

“You’re not cumming until you finish eating. I suggest you keep going unless you want to find out how cruel I can be, malyshka.” It wasn’t a threat, but rather a promise, and you whimpered pathetically at the sharp bite to her words that satisfied every craving in your body.

“Mommy.” You pleaded when a single one of her deliciously slender fingers threatened to penetrate your weeping hole, toying with the wetness that had already dampened the pajama shorts on your hips.

“Shh, Mommy’s playing.” Wanda redirected your attention to the bowl of cereal that had become soggy in the minutes it had taken you to even make the smallest dent. You swallowed down a cry of frustration at her unwillingness to fold, but raised the spoon to your lips and forced your mouth to comply with her demands.

Every bite felt heavy and horrible against your tongue, but you somehow managed to persevere, even as her fingers wandered beneath the thick fabric of the hoodie and sought out to find your nipples that had been ignored thus far. At the first brush of her metal rings against your flushed skin you gasped, thankful that you had held off on taking another bite of your lunch because otherwise you would have choked.

“Such pretty sounds, milaya.” Wanda cooed, her lips back against the shell of your ear. Her tongue dared to lick at the skin of your neck, a stream of cold air sending shivers and shocks of pleasure shooting down your spine. “Do you like it when Mommy touches you? Huh? Do you like it when I play with this desperate little pussy however I please?”

“Please.” You writhed in pleasure, your eyes screwed shut impossibly tight. The single finger buried deep within your walls had quickly become two, and they curled against your softest spot with accuracy that should’ve concerned you had you been any more coherent than you were. Her pace was teasing, slow and unfulfilling, but that was entirely the point. “M-Mommy please!”

“Mommy’s not going to tell you no again. Little girls don’t get to make decisions. Little girls wait for Mommy to give them permission, and until she does so, they take what they’re offered.” You cried out in painful pleasure when Wanda sadistically twisted your nipple between her fingers, the sensation shooting right down to your core that wept around her fingers and squeezed them tight. “You can do that, can’t you? Be good for Mommy? Or are you just a dumb little baby?”

“I-I can! I can!” Despite the desperate need for more of anything she was willing to give you, your body tried pleadingly to arch away from her touch when your nipples became too sensitive to handle the sting she caused unforgivingly.

“How do you want Mommy to make you cum? With my fingers, or maybe my mouth? Do you want me to fuck this slutty cunt with a strap-on, are is that too much for my little baby to handle? Oh I bet you're so sensitive, kotenok. Nobody’s ever denied this pretty pussy before, have they?” Wanda’s fingers pointedly avoided your clit, and you're absolutely certain that one accidental touch would have you falling over the edge and into blinding pleasure.

“No!” You sobbed in frustration, your hips meeting her thrusts and she let you, knowing nothing she did would send you over that sought after edge until she let her fingers brush against your pulsing bundle of nerves. She had you right where she wanted you, right where you needed to be, even if you hadn’t realized this was the treatment you’d been wanting just yet.

“Oh, my poor girl. You still have so much to learn.” Wanda cooed though her sympathy was anything but genuine. You pushed the bowl away from you, shaking your head desperately, just needing her to take care of you. “You did so good.” Wanda kissed the side of your head, but her actions contradicted the praise she had fleetingly bestowed upon you. Her fingers left your aching core, effectively edging you as if that had been her goal all along. She smears strings of your arousal against the insides of your sensitive thighs, drying her fingers on your skin. You cried out at the loss of pleasure, desperately grabbing her wrist and attempting to draw it back closer, but she didn’t allow you to win. “I’m not taking you in the kitchen, milaya. You deserve better than that.”

She guided you to your feet easily, a firm hand on your back the only thing that kept you upright when your knees threatened to buckle beneath your full weight. You grabbed at her hand desperately, wanting to keep her close as she led you through the house and up the stairs. Throughout the journey, her lips had found entertainment in seeking out soft spots on your neck that had been otherwise neglected in the kitchen. A shaky moan fell from off the tip of your tongue when her teeth nipped at the edge of your jaw, and in that moment you had forgotten how to walk as you stood stock still and stiff as a board in the middle of the stairs, leaning backward into her touch pleading for more.

“Keep going. Mommy will take care of you soon.” Wanda coaxed, and desperate to listen, you complied with the request, hoping that this time around, soon actually meant what it was supposed to.

When you passed by Natasha’s office, where you suspected the woman had migrated to work on the files that Pepper had sent over, the door was closed and light peaked out from the cracks between floor and white oak. You barely had time to pout about her absence before Wanda was pulling you in the direction of the bedroom, simultaneously making quick work of getting you free of the clothes that you drowned in so cutely. Though Natasha wasn’t much taller than you, the woman had a bad habit of buying clothes three sizes too big if they weren’t going to be worn with the intention of maintaining professional appearances. Despite how you had grown to be too hot in the hoodie that covered your torso, the initial absence of it had caused a rush of cold to assault your spine and you shivered beneath Wanda’s heavy hands. Your shorts were the last thing to fall to the floor in a heap.

“So pretty, malyskha.” Wanda praised your fully naked body, running a single feather light touch down the front of you, starting just below your chin, down between the valley of your breasts, and stopped only just before your throbbing clit begging for release. You gasped and moaned at the ticklish sensations she so easily provoked, chasing her touch when it vanished too quickly. “So responsive too. Mommy’s going to have so much fun playing with you.”

“Please!” You sobbed, wide eyes filled with desperation and need that only she could quench. Your hands trembling with lust and pent up frustration pulled at the hem of the old t-shirt adorning her body, attempting to get rid of it the same way she had done for you.

Complying with your request, not willing to sacrifice her own desperation to fully get her hands on you any longer then she already had, Wanda stripped out of her shorts and t-shirt with ease. One too many office quickies with Natasha had forced her to become sufficient with the act of undressing, and the skills, though rusty from lack of recent use, hadn’t failed her now despite the months it had been since she’d last taken her insatiable wife on the couch in her corporate office. When she was naked, every inch of her skin available for your eyes to admire for the very first time, she leaned in to meet your lips with a kiss that was softer than she had been all day. The single action had eased your anxious thoughts, and you leaned into the embrace just as easily as she had.

When her lips separated from yours, swollen and pink and wet with your saliva, her hand reached up to grab your chin and force your eyes on hers. “I expect you to use your safewords if you need to. This is not about me, this is about you. Do you understand me, milaya?”

“Yes.” You breathed out desperately, your hands settling on her hips, pulling them closer when you felt like she was too far away.

“Good. Get on the bed.” She grinned sadistically down at you, taking full advantage of the few inches she had over you. There was something dark in her eyes, something you had only gotten the shortest glimpse of last night, and you swallowed thickly as the promise of feeling her touch on your body for hours after this moment ended, but you complied with her request just as quickly as it came. There was no way you were going to go against her now, not when she had so carefully unraveled your brain and you were finally on the cusp of getting what you had long since sought after and been promised.

You scrambled onto the center of the bed the Sokovian shared every night with the Russian, laying flush on your back with your elbows propping up your torso. Your eyes trailed Wanda’s every movement as she disappeared into the closet without a single spoken word, but knowing what lies within the four walls of the walk-in, you could only anticipate what she returned with. Desperately you rubbed your thighs together, gathering that she wouldn’t take kindly to your hand relieving the ache she created and single-handedly wanted to soothe. It hadn’t been more than three minutes before she returned, and you noted that between her legs was the presence of something pink. Her hands carried the cooling lotion she’d used last night, and the red strap-on that Natasha had pounded you with weeks ago in her office. A stuttered moan filled the quiet of the master bedroom, and ever so seductively Wanda crawled over your body on the bed, close enough for her nipples to drag against your skin, but far enough away for her lips to ghost over yours.

“Have you decided how you want me to use you, dorogaya?” She laid her accent on thicker than you had ever heard, straddling your hips as her arms sat on either side of your head, trapping you beneath her.

You nodded frantically, forcing your eyes to stay locked on hers, wanting to remember every inch of her face in this moment in case it was the only time you’d see it. “I want– I want your mouth. A-and your fingers.”

“Both?” Wanda teased, her eyes glowing with dominance. “What a greedy girl. I suppose I can give you both, but it won’t come without a price. Are you willing to pay, milaya?”

You nodded your head frantically, desperate to give her whatever she wanted from you. That seemed to please Wanda, who smirked down at you before her lips ghosted over your lips and trailed down your neck that craned instantaneously in response. Her tongue licked a bold stripe over the center of your neck, and just when you’d anticipated her to keep moving lower, she trailed back up again. This was the price, you realized quickly. She was going to tease you until you broke completely, and there was nothing you could do about it, nothing you wanted to do about it.

Her teeth nipped and bit at your skin that had been dampened by her tongue, but she made no efforts to mark you entirely. She wasn’t interested in wasting time on leaving hickeys that would fade in days, much rather devoting her efforts and energy into making you squirm beneath her with sensations that were intense, but not strong enough to cause real pleasure. Your clit throbbed in tune with her ministrations, your entrance pulse at the emptiness. It was only when you’d started to grow accustomed to the feeling of her tongue lapping at your neck did she move lower, plush lips wrapping around your nipple and creating a ruthless seal of suction. Your back arched into her, your fingers that had been fisting the comforter shot toward her back, and blunt nails that had been bitten down to numbs scratched mercilessly at her skin.

Wanda hummed in satisfaction at your reaction, her teeth tugging at your sensitive bud between her lips while her fingers worked on your other. She pulled teasingly, pinched evilly, and twisted when you just didn’t seem to be enjoying it as much as she wanted you to. Her goal was to have you screaming, crying out for a god that she didn’t believe to exist. There was no god in the master bedroom of the Maximoff residence, only a Sokovian lawyer consumed by nearly a year's worth of pent up lust and frustration. When she was satisfied that she had punished your right nipple enough for the time being, not wanting to cause you an exceeding amount of pain though there didn’t even seem to be a glimpse of it on your scrunched up and sweaty face, she moved her mouth to the left, and replaced what was lost by cruel fingers.

“I wonder how long it would take for you to cum from just this.” Wanda released your nipple with a pop, speaking softly into the silence that was only attempted to be filled by the low buzz of the vibrator between her legs and your moans of intense pleasure. “Mommy’ll have to test that one day.”

Unable to handle her teasing for another minute longer, you sobbed out in desperate need for something more, and the fingers that had successfully marked angry red lines into the once untouched skin of her back moved up to grab handfuls of her auburn hair. “Please. P-Please. Please. I need y-your mouth. I need– I need– Mommy, pozhaluysta!”

Wanda froze at the trace of Russian that fell from your lips in a desperate attempt to persuade her into folding before she was willing. She hated to admit that it worked, and that before you could even continue to beg for mercy, her lips were kissing a wet trail down your belly until they fell firmly around your clit. A broad stripe was licked across your core, wetness collected on the tip of her tongue that she swallowed down with a needy moan of her own. A single hand reached between her legs and increased the speed of the vibrator that had been set at a teasing pace since she’d first grabbed it in the closet.

“Okay baby. Okay. Let Mommy take care of you, no more teasing. We're all done with that.” She cooed, not giving you a single second to doubt her promise before her fingers were falling into your glistening folds just as easily as they had in the kitchen. You gasped at the initial stretch of two cold digits working you open, but her mouth distracted you when she took your clit between her teeth and tauntingly bit at your pleading bundle of nerves. The fingers coiled around strands of pin straight dyed hair pulled her closer, and your hips had adopted a mind of their own as you rocked against her face with a feverish need. Curses and moans tumbled past your lips in incoherent bundles, and just as she felt your walls clenching around her curled up fingers with the telltale indication of an approaching orgasm, the vibrator between her legs brought her to the same pace. “Hold it. Hold it for Mommy, baby.”

You shook your head, fingers pulling her head even closer. “I can’t! Can’t, Mommy! C-Can’t.” The movements of your hips had become jerky and unpredictable, but before you could hurt yourself or her, Wanda’s hand that wasn’t buried between your legs forced you still and compliant. “I-I’m gonna– Mommy!”

“Cum for me, malyshka. Make a mess all over Mommy’s face.” Wanda’s words of encouragement thrummed against your clit, and with permission to finally unravel beneath her hands, you let the coil burning in your lower belly snap with a blinding white rush of pleasure. Her fingers didn’t stop until you were trying to push them away, and even once they left her tongue remained. Your exhausted body writhed beneath the too intense to bare pleasure, and your whines of sensitivity mixed with hers. You were actively aware of how she was moaning against your core, her hot breath an additional sensation that was quick to make you overly stimulated despite how long you’d sought for this. Her hips grinded against the blankets between her thighs, but they came to a stuttering stop seconds after your own hips tensed and stilled on their own accord. Despite her own end of pleasure, fingers sticky with your arousal pulling the toy out from her own entrance, her tongue was relentless against yours. “Shhh, let Mommy clean you up.”

“Too much!” You cried out, going limp beneath her wandering hands, but she didn’t let up, and that coil had formed again quickly in combination with her double-downed efforts and your existing sensitivity. Wanda remained dutiful, and her tongue was undoubtedly skilled as she pulled yet another orgasm from you in a matter of minutes. This time, she did pull away, leaving a single soft kiss against your abused clit before the touch was completely gone.

“You did so good for me, moya lyubov’. Mommy’s so proud of you.” Wanda peppered your face with kisses, touching every inch of available skin with her lips drenched in cum. You giggled at the sensation, pushing her away when your cheeks began to ache from smiling so hard. She fell onto her side beside you in the bed, arms looping around your waist and pulling you into her chest firmly. Her fingers dug into your hips, keeping you flush against her front, and the words she let meet your ears had melted your heart in seconds. “My girl.”

“Mmm.” You sighed contently, snuggling into her with no intentions of moving away anytime soon. “Hi.” You looked up into her eyes, a drunken smile pulling the corners of your lips upward.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Wanda giggled, taking your face into her hands and pressing a sweet kiss to the crease between your eyebrows. “What’s that thinking face for?”

You shook your head, humming softly as you further melted into the soft bed beneath you. When her hands trailed away from where they cupped your cheeks, you took one of them between your own hands, spinning the rings adorning her fingers around her knuckles. “Not thinking. Just… happy.”

Wanda smiled, rubbing the pad of her thumb across the only expanse of your palm that she could reach with the way you were grasping her hand so possessively. “Yeah? I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart. I’m happy too.”

“Your bed is comfy.” You grinned at her, bringing your fingers up to trace across her lips that had kissed every inch of your skin so intimately and passionately. You shrieked in laughter when she snapped her teeth at you, just barely catching the tip of your finger before you pulled it protectively into your chest.

“I never would’ve guessed you find my bed comfy, little one.” Wanda teased, because obviously she knew that you did. You weren’t subtle with the ways you all but threw yourself into it whenever you were given the chance. Her sage eyes trailed behind you when she saw the slightest shift of light beneath the closed door, a shadow unwilling to enter looming behind it. “Stop hovering and just come in, Natalia.” Wanda called out to her wife, though her eyes briefly flickered down to your face when your teeth found a place around her fingers in the handful of seconds that she had been distracted. Wanda only shook her head in amusement, overly fond of your new habit.

“Well if this isn’t my new favorite sight.” Natasha smirked her eyes trailing over both naked bodies in the center of her bed. Setting two bottles of chilled water down on her nightstand before she let her weight shift the bed, there was a silent conversation shared between the two lawyers with nothing more than eye contact and inclines of heads. Natasha’s hand brushed strands of hair away from your face that was practically smothered into Wanda’s naked chest, and she rolled her eyes adoringly when she found that you were chewing on her wife’s fingers like a puppy. “Still feeling kinda floaty, detka?” The Russian hummed, easing her body down against the headboard so that she didn’t have to remain kneeling beside you.

Unwillingly to let Wanda’s fingers fall from your mouth, you mumbled around them carefully, not wanting to accidentally hurt her and lose this new privilege. “No.”

“You wanna let Daddy put some more lotion on you then? It’s looking kinda red, moya lyubov’.” Natasha’s fingers tangled into the baby hairs at the nape of your neck, and she pulled at them tenderly the way she knows you like when you need a minute to decompress but don’t want to be alone. A quiet sigh slips past your lips, but it’s muffled by Wanda’s fingers before either one of them have the chance to hear it fully, though they’ve grown quite used to your muffled words and sounds seeing as half the strings on their hoodie are marked with indents of your teeth. The Sokovian teasingly wiggles the digits against your tongue, only to be met with you biting down on them in an attempt to get her to stop teasing you.

“No biting.” She reprimands, though the sharp sensation hadn’t hurt her. You amend the mistake with a well intended suckle, shuffling even closer to her chest until the swell of her breasts blocked out the impeding sunlight. “Come here, baby.” Wanda gently coaxed you fully on top of her body, your sensitive chests pressing together in a way that makes you whine. “You’re sensitive, I know. But, Daddy’s going to put some more lotion on your ass. We don’t want it to really start hurting.”

When Natasha first laid her hands on your ass, the cooling lotion significantly colder than you had been expecting had caused your entire body to stiffen. Your teeth nervously gnawed at Wanda’s fingers, your tongue flicking across the band of her engagement ring. Her soft assurances calmed you effectively, and with reassurances of it being just Natty that touched and her hands would warm up soon, you began to relax into the sensation.

When the Russian was done, she left a lingering kiss to the end of your spine, her lips trailing up the dip in your back until she pressed them against your shoulder blades. “Good girl.” Natasha praised you promisingly before she fell flush against the mattress and let herself sink in beside you and Wanda, her files forgotten about for the foreseeable future.

Ona vse yeshche daleko vnizu, da? — she's still pretty far down, huh?

Da, ty poydesh' za odnoy iz svoikh tolstovok? V obozrimom budushchem ya budu zapert zdes'. — yeah, will you go get one of your hoodies? i'll be trapped here for the foreseeable future.

pozhaluysta — please

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dixons-sunshine · 8 months ago

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marilynthornhilllover · 3 months ago

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To Become A Dragon Rider

Rhaenyra .Targaryen X Fem!Reader

Warning: smut 18+, breast sucking, speaking in high valerian, french kissing , slight masturbation, choking , mommy kink, tamed kink, praise kink, fingering, riding of fingers, Rhaenyra being controlling and dominant.

N.B: the valerian translation is not perfect, I used the shows translation,the rest I got from Google so forgive me if it is not 100% accurate.

As the queen's loyal advisor and hand it was your swore duty to inform her when her plans or acts were outrageous or not align with what the realms wishes. Rhaenyra was planning to send Elinda to king's landing to recruit all the long forgotten targaryen bastard that were swept under the carpet and kept hidden for years.

Her plan was to bring them to dragonstone to have them claim a dragon. Either vermithor or sliverwing. You tried to talk her grace out of the corruptible act. It was beyond dangerous to even think about nonetheless to even put a foot to attempt. It was a huge risk, and rhaenyra knew that but so did the dragonseeds.

Also, wherein doing this act she weakens Jacaerys' claim to the throne and his birth right to succeed her when she dies. It was no lie that Jace was a basterd, everyone knew that. Perhaps when rhaenyra laid with ser harwin she didn't think others will know, maybe didn't think he'd take his hair color....

They knew that without a doubt in the world that the chance that stood before them claiming a dragon was perhaps none. Dragons were said to be Gods, what makes a targaryen different from men. And the price you pay for attempting to claim one was death.... your life was the price.

Having a dragon was jace's only excuse to the claim that he wasn't a basterd, because basterds couldn't ride on dragons yet with this his excuse falls short of it's validity. You tried breaking it down for her in the sweetest most understandable way possible, but rhaenyra was a targaryen. And whatever she wishes, she shall have.

You walked slowly behind her, both of you followed by guards as you entered into the hall. Rhaenyra immediately stopped when one of her dragonkeepers approaches her.

" heksir Daor sȳrī issa ( this is not well!)" He speaks, clearly angrily. Rhaenyra stops and looks back glancing at you before she proceeds to walk again.

" Skoros ȳdrassis hen? ( what do you speak of)?" She asks, clearly confused. He huffs as he angrily approaches rhaenyra but takes awareness of her guards eyeing him closely.

" Issa vali se nyke jāhor daor gūrogon isse bisa! ( my men and I will not take part in this madness)" he says as he eyes rhaenyra up and down before storming off, the other dragonkeepers following quickly behind with their heads bowed. Rhaenyra clenched her jaw before she sighs.

She looked around the room, eyeing all of those who stood before her, the dragonseeds. A small half smile appears on her face and she approaches them. Taking a deep inhale she speaks up.

" I know that each of you have left behind a life to answer this call, a life to which you may never return to, but I assure you that if you survive you will be transferred, no man can claim a dragon and be otherwise" she says walking around the room, carefully inspecting everyone. Trying to pinpoint the braves ones, the weak ones and of course the ones with little hearts but big dreams. The ones who just want a better life perhaps.

But with a dragon does not come a better life, with a dragon comes war, death, privation, starvation. Rhaenyra continues to talk and you zone out. All your childhood you've only ever wanted to become a dragon rider, to feel what it feels like to be a kin, to serve the realm. You knew that it was never going to happen. Only the blood of dragon can conquer and tame their own kind, dragons.

You loved rhaenyra, she was the realms delight, you vowed to serve her faithful and truthfully until death. And you'd stop at nothing until she sits her throne.

" the dragon" Hearing her voice again you immediately snap out of your thoughts, not wanting to miss anything important and suffer the consequences of it.

" named vermithor, is the largest in the world after vhagar and perhaps the most fierce" she pauses and looks up at you before her eyes connects with the ceiling.

" he's called the bronze fury, we'll go to him now" she picks up her cloak and walks towards the door that leads to the hallway of the dragon cave before she stops again.

" and...may the God's bless you" she then nodds and continues to make her way out of the room. Everyone following behind. Everyone follows her onto the platform and they all look around in awe. You keep your distance, staying in the entrance of the hall. Rhaenyra walks all the way towards the end of the platform and turns around to face everyone.

" naejot māzīs vermithor" she commands, her valyrian accent was thick and the way she rolled her R's was stunning. You bit your lip and tried to control your breathing, you were well aware of the little crush you had on rhaenyra for the longest time but as time grew and you became her hand was it was certain that your love for her also grew.

You never hid your feelings from rhaenyra, she knew. You almost had a chance with her but then she was married off to laenor, then daemon. But now that daemon was in harrenhall the chemistry and tension between the both of you had been growing more and more each passing day. You tried to contain yourself and while it was working there were certain things she did that made your skin hot.

A deafening silence can be heard before a low rumbling erupts after rhaenyra spoke and everyone gasps and grabs onto the nearest wall or person beside them. The sound of claw scrapping and a loud growl echos from beneath the surface of the platform and rhaenyra turns around as vermithor emerges from the depths of the darkness. Everyone shudders as they look up at the enormous beast completely terrified.

The beast screeches and opens it's mouth wide, it's long and sharp teeth showing as a threat. Rhaenyra doesn't flinch or move, facing vermithor head on without fear.

" vermithor lykiri" she says, her tone soft and calm yet the creature is surly aware of the power she holds as a targaryen but after years of not having a rider and being locked up with pent up stress the dragon seems restless. Vermithor growls and places her wing on the platform causing a piece of it to break as the others behind step back in terror as their Hearts pounded rapidly in their chest.

" lykiri!" Rhaenyra shouts and the dragon looks down at her and pulls back before he growls loudly, the large sum of air slightly pushing against Rhaenyra but she doesn't move with it.

" DOHĀRĪS!" She shouted again but this time for demanding and the beast finally obeys, closing it's mouth, he slowly pushes his head towards her grace in a calm surrendering way. Rhaenyra gently and peacefully places her hand on him and he closes his eyes and breathes. Rhaenyra smirks and turns around.

" who amongst you will be first?" She asks, her voice thick and sultry, slightly husk too from shouting. There's a slight pause before someone steps forward. Everyone looks at him and he looks at rhaenyra, complete fear bounds in his eyes. Rhaenyra's eyes flick up to yours and for a moment she holds your gaze.

In her bright green eyes all you see swirling in them is desire and need. For what you do not know. She may or may not end this day with new dragon riders, but the hardest task was getting dragonseeds to begin with. You feel ashamed of it but a feeling of wetness can be felt between in your legs as she continues to challenge you with her vicious gaze.

You could slowly feel yourself getting hot. Maybe it was the air, or perhaps maybe due to being in a dragon cave with little to no ventilation or maybe it was the look in rhaenyra's eyes. As if she wanted to devour you. You'll be honest hearing her speak in high valerian with her accent did things to you, it wasn't the first occasion but it was certainly the first time you heard her speak in such demanding tone.

Suddenly you wanted to be at her mercy and command, on your knees maybe.... have her praise you in high valerian. Command you, shout at you. You've always been thankful rhaenyra wasn't cruel to you, but seeing her strict side made you think of all the things she could do to you do to you.

Maybe you wanted to see that side of her. The tension began to rise and you felt as your chest getting heavier with every breath you took, you swallowed heavily and quickly averted your gaze, upon doing this you walked swiftly towards the queen's chambers. When's she finished she'll return. You weren't supposed to leave her side at all, you weren't even to leave the room without her permission but you couldn't stand there a second longer.

You may explode.

When rhaenyra saw you leave in such a haste she too quickly dismissed herself.

" I have nothing more to tell you, it must be the dragon who speaks" she says, nodding to everyone as she quickly fled the place.

You closed the door behind yourself and walked towards her desk. You placed both hands at the side of the table in attempt to steady yourself. You felt light headed, you could feel your own juices pooling at the inner parts of your thighs. Slipping your hand into your underwear you felt your wetness, moaning softly at how sensitive you were as well.

You began to rub slow circles around your bud gripping the table even tighter as soft whimpers slipped from your lips.

" why did you leave?" You jumped, totally caught off guard by the sudden intrusion you swiftly spun on your toes to see rhaenyra standing at the door. All the color drains from your face and your convinced she can see how sticky your fingers are as they are coated with your own juices. Rhaenyra eyed you her eyebrows quirked as she patiently awaited your answer.

You swallowed thickly your voice even breaking as you spoke.

" i— I uh— forgive me your grace but I'm afraid I do not have an excuse" you said looking everywhere but at her eyes, biting your lips you watch as she slowly approaches you. Her eyes glued on yours, a predator stare, for you, her prey. Every step she took towards you was one step backwards for you until she had you completely caged in. No space to run, just the wall, you and her.

Your breathing intensified when she pressed her body weight on yours. Her eyes traced down your body before they suddenly snapped back up to your eyes a new found darkness lingering within them. You are caught off guard when rhaenyra roughly forces her hand around your neck. You gasp as your hands flew to the hand that was wrapped around your neck.

There is a predatory hunger, dark and urgent, in the way she stares at you. It makes you want to shrink into yourself or even disappear. It frightens you the way she stares into your soul, but not as much as the urge you have to simply give in to her. The room feels too hot, your skin blazes and you grow wetter between your thighs, guilt eating away at you for it.

You are broken from your thoughts when rhaenyra's hand cups your mound beneath your skirt, her lips parting slightly as she feels the arousal gathered there. Your eyes go wide and you try to move your hips away but you remember your trapped between her and the wall. You swallow a moan when her hand pushes itself pass your undergarment and into your panties.

" you dare to lie to me?" she whispers her voice smooth and dripping with honey but you heard the rasp of demand lingering within. She smirks when she sees your eyes go dim and your breath hitches when her finger hovers cover the entrance of your cunt, she could feel the wetness pouring out on the digit as she slowly drags it back up to your clit teasing the small bud.

You feel her squeeze your neck tighter, urging you to answer her. You didn't know what to say, your brain had already became clouded with the possibilities of what she could do to you right now.

" i—fuck rhaenyra, I mean my grace, it's your high valerian accent" you answered, Rhaenyra removes her hand from your neck and positioned it at your hip, her grip on you firm as ever. Her body heat radiating off her making you more hot. Your head falls back against the wall and your eyes close when you feel her enter two fingers inside of you.

" your gonna ride my fingers like the good slut you are" she muttered against your lips as she leaned in to kiss you. Her lips were just as soft as you had imagined if not better. Her hand moved up your side and back up towards your neck but this time she didnt choke you, she just allowed her hand to rest there.

She forced another one of her digits inside of you which caused you to let out a pornographic moan to which she swallowed. Your eyes rolled back at the intense and sudden intrusion, the stretch had you collapsing on her shoulder as your knees gave out and your legs quivered.

Her tongue wondered in the depths of your mouth as she French kissed you. Her tongue completely enveloping yours and sucking on it as you slowly dragged your hips forward and backwards riding rhaenyra's fingers, whimpering like a needy dog. Rhaenyra broke the kiss and pulled away, chuckling when you chased after her lips.

She curled her fingers in you and once again your head fell back against the stone cold wall behind you. You started moving your hips at a faster pace as you slowly began to fall apart on her slender fingers. Rhaenyra could feel you clenching around her fingers as your juices dripped from them.

Rhaenyra started making a circular motion with her fingers as her hand grabbed your hip again and started forcing you up and down. You grabbed onto her shoulders to stabilize yourself as you trashed against her. Your sure that any passbyers could hear your moans and the squelching sound of her fingers connecting with that spongy spot in you.

" Sȳz riña ( good girl)" she purred as she started thrusting her fingers as deep as they can go, knuckle length in you. You could feel your cunt spamming around her as you neared your climax. You needed it badly, but rhaenyra was not going to allow you to cum so easily.

" That's it, good girl, such a good girl" she whispered, her lips made contact with your neck as she gently began to suck on the tender flesh, she knew she couldn't mark you, but a part of her wanted to. Wanted to make it known to everyone that you were hers. Daemon might as well have not existed anymore because it was you rhaenyra wanted, and she always gets what she wants.

" Pleasepleaseplease, Rhaenyra please I want it so bad please let me cum" you cried trying your hardest not to let go and fall into oblivion. Rhaenyra chuckled but said nothing. She continued to bruise your skin with kisses and marks. You muttered a soft " oh fuck" when he fingers managed to drive deeper into your pussy when you lifted your hips.

" perhaps you should beg me in valerian.... if you so desperately want it of course" you could feel her smirk against you when you whined. She was going to be the absolute death of you. You started thinking of ways in which you could translate yourself, thinking back on all the times you heard her speak valerian or heard someone else spoke valerian.

You didn't know much, and your pronunciation was always off, you did understand when others spoke it but it had always seemed like trouble when you tried to speak it for yourself. Rhaenyra's fingers curve deeper into your cunt which causes you to cry out as your nails drag against the wall.

" shhh, time is ticking ñuha Rāqnon ( my love )" she husked, her pace picking up. A silent scream surpassed your lips and your eyes squeezed shut, her fingers in you felt so good your hips still moving against them.

" ijiōragon ( please)" you whispered as tears pricked the corners of your eyes as they snapped open to find her already staring. The animalistic look in her eyes was almost enough to make you entirely make a mess on her fingers.

" Kostagon nyke māzigon? ( may I come)" you asked and she smirked.

" Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon ( I don't know )" she replied, at this point she was playing games with you, She was sending you crazy. Her fingers in you were moving at a pace you didn't even know was humanly possible. She had them so far deep in you, you felt every movement. You clenched down around her as your eyes rolled back. God she took up so much space in you.

If anyone were to enter and see this scene they would only think of you as a slut from henceforth. But you didn't care.

You could feel your orgam approaching and so did she. She could feel how needy you were for it. The way you were clenching around her. She pulls out her fingers half way and slam them deep into you. She started thrusting hard into your g spot with her fingers deeply curled into you. You could feel the knot in your stomach already forming.

Your hands immediately grab her hair, pulling against it and straching your nails against her scalp.

" good God's rhaenyra please— fuck!" Your eyes roll back and your back arches slightly off the wall as your orgasm hits you like a passing train. Your breathing is heavy and your legs were trembling if not for her strong grip on you, you would have crumbled to the ground. After you came down from your high your reopened your eyes and you are immediately met with rhaenyra's primal gaze.

" remove your cloak" you were confused by her demand but you obeyed her order and removed your cloak. Rhaenyra finished the job and undid the lace to your dress to expose your breast. You gasped when he pinched the small bud to your left breast causing it to become more erect. Her eyes flicked up towards yours as she smirked at you.

Her lips found your left nipple as she attached her mouth to it. Sucking gently her hand slid up your back pressing your chest into her face more. You tilted your head back a bit and allowed her to pull and twist your small bud with her tongue like a baby. Rhaenyra's other hand came up to your other neglected breast and began groping it. You moaned softly and closed your eyes as you gave into the feeling.

Rhaenyra released your nipple with a 'pop' as Slavia dragged from her mouth to the bud before she envelope the other nipple into her mouth and started twisting the bud, slightly chewing on it even. You whined but it was quickly cut off when the door knob rattled and twisted. Rhaenyra quickly removed herself from you and you grabbed your cloak and put it back on.

The door swings opens and rhaenyra's sworn knight steps through. Rhaenyra pretends to inspect the floor as she clears her throat and you turn your body so that your back would be facing the door.

" your grace, pardon the sudden intrusion but the dragon vermithor has chosen it's new rider.... you must come now" he says Clearly out of breath. Rhaenyra nods turning to look at you but you avoided her gaze. She clenches her jaw and looks down before looking back up at the knight. She walks swiftly pass him as he turns to follow her, closing the door on his way out he looks at you suspiciously.

When they both left you sighed a breath of relief. Today was a day, Rhaenyra's plan did work. Getting Vermithor and sliverwing a rider was successful. But Hugh and ulf weren't the only ones who got to ride and dragon today, you rode a special one in it's chambers......

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ariascoven · 22 days ago

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⟡ THANKS TO THE RAIN

PAIRING : vanessa shelly x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : female reader. petnames (angel, hon, bunny, baby, love, honey & princess). smut. praising kink. nipple play. biting, and a little bit of blood. finger sucking. fingering and oral (both reader receiving). mommy kink.

WORD COUNT : 2.8k

A/N : this has been sitting on my google docs stuck at 500 words, all forgotten since august 4th and i felt the need to continue it when i made this account because WHERE did all the vanessa fics go ??? hello ??? i'm still at the restaurant </3

MY MASTERLIST

It was another work day for you — or rather, work night. You were in the security guard room, lazily sitting on the chair with legs spread as your eyes roamed over the monitors showcasing exactly what you saw every working night; an endless void of nothing. Nothing happened, ever. The clock made a sound signaling it was 2am and you let out a yawn as boredom washed over you, rubbing your sleepy eyes before turning your head towards the door upon hearing a knock. “Vanessa?” You called out, head tilting to the side. As suspected, the blonde woman eased the door open with a bashful smile playing on her face. Your eyes widened at the sight of her state — completely soaked, strands of sopping wet hair glued to her face in a way that seemed nothing but uncomfortable. “Vanessa! Get in!” You spoke as you got up from your seat in a flash. “What happened? Did you forget your coat?” Your voice was laced with concern as you walked up to your work bag that was on the other side of the room and pulled something from inside.

“I did, indeed.” Her voice sounded angelic per usual, an awkward chuckle falling from her lips. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the table, observing you with curiosity in her eyes. “Do you bring that with you to work everyday?” She asked with a raised brow, watching as you removed clothes from within the bag. You hummed in response. She muttered a ‘thank you’ as her cold fingers brushed against yours while she took the clothes from you. The outfit you gave her was rather simple, consisting of a long sleeved shirt and a pair of baggy pants, both in the color black. “I don't like going home wearing my work clothes. Makes me feel all dirty and disgusting.” You said with a slight pout that Vanessa thought was adorable, grabbing your jacket from where it was hanging on the chair and walking up to her. “I don't have a towel with me, so this will have to do.” You murmured, using it to dry Vanessa’s hair. You thought the way she snapped her eyes shut as you aggressively rubbed the fabric on her head was endearing, a smile spreading across your face. “You're going to get sick like this.” You scolded.

A sense of gratefulness washed over Vanessa as you showed your concern and care for her. She gave you a soft smile as her arms awkwardly dropped to her sides as she allowed you to finish what you were doing. “Thank you.” She said in her usual gentle tone, her hand grazing against yours as she took the jacket from you to finish drying herself up. That was the second time your hands met, and even though it was nothing but a simple touch, it made your heart flutter a little. You dragged your feet to the other side of the room, the half finished cup of coffee that you left on the monitor’s desk being warmly welcomed into your hands as you took a long sip and sighed at the familiar taste. Was it good? Not really. But it was your best friend through the nightmare you called your job, keeping you awake. “It really is that stormy outside, huh? Why did you-” The words died in your mouth when you turned around to find a topless Vanessa, lips feeling suddenly dry. Subtle was not your last name at all, jaw dropping at the sight as your eyes shamelessly wandered over the cop’s nice figure.

Confusion was written all over her face when she looked up after noticing the way your sentence was never completed. Your gaze met hers and you bit your bottom lip in embarrassment, cheeks reddening as you dipped your head down to avoid eye contact. “Sorry.” The word came out almost like a whisper, your voice shaking. Amused by the situation and your adorable demeanor when embarrassed, Vanessa smirked mischievously. She put down your jacket, once more supporting herself by her hand as she leaned against the table. “Woah, you look like you saw a ghost.” She nagged, head cocking to the side. “Never seen a topless woman before?” Too embarrassed to deal with her mocking at the moment, you turned your back to her with a scoff and brought your drink to your lips once more with a shrug as you pretended you weren't affected by her — and failing miserably at that.

Vanessa, on the other hand, could hardly hide her excitement at the unexpected situation. Ever since she laid her eyes on you, she thought you were incredibly attractive. However, afraid of ruining the friendship you've been building along those few months you've known each other, she kept it to herself and never made a move, secretly hoping you would. Regrettably, you felt the same. You never knew about the secretive glances she shot in your direction when you weren't looking and assumed the touches that lasted a little too long in your opinion were simply accidental. Your heartbeat quickened when you heard her footsteps approaching. The sound of your breath hitching was audible the moment she stopped right behind you and pressed her chest, covered in nothing but the fabric of a simple black bra, against your back. A hand snaked around your waist and slipped under the fabric of your shirt to caress your bare stomach.

Her lips grazed against your ear as she spoke and you could feel her warm breath hitting you. “I can see the desire in your eyes, angel.” The whispered words sent a jolt straight to your core, body tensing. “Shhh,” she cooed, pressing a wet kiss to your neck as the hand beneath your shirt traveled higher and touched the underside of your breasts. “It's okay, just relax.” With trembling hands, you returned your coffee to its previous spot, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “Good girl.” She praised, feeling your body relax against her. “Do you really want this?” The blonde woman asked as she rested her chin on your shoulder, her free hand turning your head and forcing your gaze onto hers. When you nodded in response, she tsked and tapped her index finger against your cheek in a playful manner, a small smile on her lips. “Need you to use your words, m’kay? I just want to be sure, hon. Now, say the three little words for me.” The way she was speaking to you made your mind go blank. You felt the need to hold onto her arms to steady yourself, legs weakening under the weight of your body.

“I need you, Nessa.” Your voice dripped with pure want as you spoke, looking into her eyes and squeezing her arms, fingers digging in slightly. She breathed out at your words, gaze lowering to your parted lips. You let out a shaky sigh when you felt a hand cupping a breast and kneading it gently. There was a pause, then you heard a low chuckle falling from Vanessa’s lips as she twisted your nipple between her fingers, the delicious sensation causing your head to tip back against her shoulder. “No bra? What a bad bunny.” You shivered at the nickname. You contemplated saying something back, but the only sound you managed to make was a sinful moan as she played with your hardened peaks. She turned you around in her arms, speedy fingers working to unbutton your blouse. Your body trembled, and you weren't sure if it was due to the cold air hitting your now-bare torso or the way Vanessa licked her lips as her gaze burned holes in your chest. Your hand wrapped around her ponytail when she leaned down to take a breast into her mouth, her blue eyes looking up at you as her tongue swirled around your sensitive nipple, your knees becoming weak at the sinful sight.

A deep groan left Vanessa’s lips when you tugged on her hair harshly. You whined as she doubled her efforts, your free hand reaching behind you to grip the edge of the desk. You watched as she moved from a breast to another. It felt heavenly, having someone worship you like that. Your back arched almost involuntarily, pushing your breasts further into her mouth. She hummed in approval around you, the vibrations sending a rush of arousal through your body — one that went straight to your cunt. While she tugged a peak between her teeth, she teased the other, mimicking the motion but with her fingers. Nobody had ever paid this much attention to your breasts before; and it drove you crazy. She pulled back with a satisfying pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to you. “Shit— always wanted to do this.” Her words came out as a whispered confession. Your hand released her ponytail and landed on the nape of her neck, pulling her back up. Your lips met in a passionate and sloppy kiss that made your head spin, the way her hands groped your ass eliciting a gasp from you.

A whine came out of Vanessa’s lips when you pulled back for air and you squeezed your thighs together at the marvelous sound. She began peppering kisses all over your jaw and neck, a contented sigh of pleasure leaving you. Then, you suddenly felt her forcing your head to the side as her teeth sank down into your neck. You let out a strangled moan at the bite. It stung, it hurt, but most of all — it made you clench around nothing. It made you dizzy, the way she licked the blood that left the wound as if it was the most delicious thing she's ever tasted on her tongue. Fingers fumbled with the zipper of your pants, quickly getting rid of it and sending the fabric down onto the floor. She pulled back to stare down at you, blue eyes darkened with lust. She tapped two of her fingers against your bottom lip and you immediately opened your mouth, its warmth welcoming her digits inside. Your tongue swirled around her, not daring to break eye contact even for a split second. “Good girl, angel.” She praised as she pulled back, a chuckle falling from her lips when you whined at the absence of her fingers inside your mouth. Her knees dropped to the floor, grabbing your leg and throwing it over her shoulder without ceremonies. Her tongue licked a wet stripe up your slit through your drenched underwear, soaking it even more.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” You groaned out in frustration as your hips bucked against her face, desperately seeking the friction you needed. She shot a devilish grin up at you as she continued to tease your needy cunt, sucking and licking the sensitive skin through the thin fabric. Your body shook with excitement when she finally slid your panties down your legs, then started planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. It set your body on fire, the way her mouth sent waves of pleasure through your entire being just from kissing your thighs — you could only moan in anticipation from the pleasure she would make you feel when she finally touched you where you needed her, with no underwear as an obstacle. She took her time with you, made sure her mouth didn't miss any inch of your shivering flesh as she kissed her way up towards your center. When she finally reached your soaked folds, your eyes rolled back into your head so hard you almost thought you could see your own brain for a brief moment.

Slender fingers spread you open to expand the exploration of her tongue, and she whimpered at the taste of you. You couldn't believe what was happening. The hot police woman you’ve had a crush on for months now and that maybe, just maybe, you thought about when touching yourself on multiple occasions, was eating you out like a starved woman and whimpering at your taste — devouring you whole like you were her last meal. Your mind spiraled, knuckles bruising from gripping the desk so tightly, holding onto dear life to ensure you didn't fall pathetically. Your legs felt like pure jelly, and you thanked the Gods above for the fact Vanessa was gripping your hips to keep you in place. Her tongue was a dream; a dirty, wet and delicious dream you hoped you would never wake up from.

“You're dripping, bunny. You've been wanting this, haven't you?” You’ve never heard her voice this low, sounding this husky before, and you loved it. You nodded as she stole the air from your lungs, her tongue plunging deep inside you. The moan that slipped from your mouth could only be described as filthy. “How long, baby? I need to know. How long have you been fantasizing about this?” You feel your cheeks burning at her question as a light shade of pink dusted your cheeks. You found it hard to form coherent words and respond — both from the embarrassment of admitting you’ve wanted her for a while and the pure bliss that made your mind blank out.

“S-Since we met.” You whispered, eyes widening at the depraved moan that left her lips as she heard your response.

“Fuck, me too.” You whimpered at her words, fingers finding their way to Vanessa’s head and holding onto her blonde hair, nails digging onto her scalp. She seemed to like that, the way her breath hitched. “You're telling me I could've had this sweet pussy all to myself months ago?” You gasped and clenched around nothing when her finger teased your entrance. “So wet for me, love.” She cooed, dragging her digits along your soaked folds and gathering your slick before sucking them into her own mouth. “You're addicting, you know that?” And damn, how you wished you were able to say something, anything. But incoherent blabbers were the only thing you were capable to spit out. The moment she slid two fingers inside your hole was the moment you realized what you had gotten yourself into — the way your inner walls gripped her like a vice. Truthfully, you could cum right then and there.

From between your legs, Vanessa relished the effect she had on you. The way you had your eyes shut tightly and bit on your bottom lip drove her insane. She wanted, needed you to cum. She needed to feel your orgasm, to hear it. Her fingers moved at such a fast speed that your brain was barely able to register when they were sliding into you and when they were sliding out. She found that sensitive spot inside you with ease as she curled her digits inside you, her palm hitting your clit with each movement of her wrist. Her eyes darkened even more when she looked up, being greeted by the most delightful sight she's ever seen; your tongue sticking out of your mouth as drool streamed down your chin. “Fuck— honey, look at me.” It took a few seconds for her words to register, and then you obeyed. You glanced down at her through half lidded, dazed eyes. “You're the prettiest thing in the world.” She whispered, so quietly she wondered if you heard her. When she saw your cheeks flushing and the faintest hint of a smile forming on your lips, she knew you did.

At some point, you don't even remember when, your hips had stopped moving to meet Vanessa’s rhythmic movements. Your body was completely spent, there was nothing you could do other than stand there as she fucked you like a good girl. You just wanted to be her good girl. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as you neared the edge, fingers gripping the woman’s hair so tightly you were afraid you were hurting her — however, not afraid enough to stop. “I need you to cum for me, love. Please. Can you do that for mama, princess?” Mama. That sent you over the edge. You screamed out her name as you reached your orgasm, not caring about being heard — it's not like there was anyone else in the building with you anyway, you worked alone. She groaned and planted kisses on your lower stomach as she fucked you through your climax. Your moans turned into small, shaky whimpers when she finally pulled out of you.

You watched with tired eyes as she ascended from the floor and brought her fingers coated in your slick to your mouth. You happily accepted the tempting offer, taking her digits inside your mouth and cleaning her with your tongue. She gave you a smile so gentle, so tender; it didn't even seem like she just fucked you brainless during your shift. You were putty in her hands, and you loved it. When you released her fingers, she cupped your cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Moaning against her, you eagerly returned the kiss and reached for her with shaky hands. Fingers threaded through her hair as your lips moved against each other slowly, and you felt her smiling against you. When you reluctantly broke the kiss for air, she gave you a cheeky grin. “Thanks to the rain.”

#written for aria’s coven ♡#vanessa shelly smut #vanessa shelly x reader #fnaf x reader #elizabeth lail x reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly #fxf smut #wlw fanfic #female reader

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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Hi!!! This is my first ever ask so sorry if it’s weird lol. Out of all the 141 boys, who’d you think would be most likely to sneak lactation pills into readers food in hopes of reader coming to them for help??? I can’t stop thinking about it and I need to know your thoughts too

no worries at all!!!!! i did not realize lactation pills were a thing though omg this is wild to me

here's my ranking from most to least likely: price, ghost, soap, gaz

i'll be honest, i only put soap below ghost because when i did some googling the Internet said lactation inducing medicine can take several months to work and soap does not have the patience for that lmfao

anyways price is the most likely culprit for this (imo) because that man is the walking definition of a Breeding Kink. he wants you knocked up and pregnant the moment he decides he even wants you. it's his first fucking priority. he'll start slipping you lactation supplements concerningly early in your relationship (because of the aforementioned several months) and masks the way he feels you up in the shower as horniness instead of medical curiosity lmao

also i personally don't see the appeal in drinking breast milk but John Price sure does. that man is drinking you dry, and tbh it's lowkey better if you don't actually have a baby to feed because he gets to keep all your milk for himself

ghost would do this and like 10 other things to keep you as reliant on him as possible. he just wants you to come to him for everything, and he's far from above manufacturing a reason for you to need him. and with breast milk drinking, it's just another way for him to consume you, another part of you he can literally drink down. of course he's into it. that man starts salivating the first time you complain about your tits being sore

(also ghost is totally a dominant freak but tbh there are certain versions of that man that i think have a very deeply buried mommy kink)

soap would do it just because he's a fucking freak. he sees like a singular porno with breast milk drinking and is like "I Need That Now" and starts slipping you the lactation pills. tbh he probably just gets into a routine of doing and forgets about it after a while, by the time you actually start lactating he's like "oh hell yeah" because he just completely forgot

gaz would probably suggest that you take them while you're pregnant, and he just ends up being fucking obsessed with the milk you produce. before the baby's come, it's got to go somewhere and he deems it an insult to just pump and throw it away :/ he'll lay on your chest for as long as you'll let him lmao (and maybe keep slipping the medicine to you post-baby and post-baby-being-weened)

#this ask is fun for me bc sometimes i like to write for kinks i don't enjoy just to see if i can do it lol #see: half of kinktober tbh #let me know if this is terrible so i can never do it again #john price x reader #ghost riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #gaz garrick x reader #asks and answers #bo writes

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mixes-archive · 2 years ago

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König NSFW Alphabet 😊

Requested by: my bbgs and a lot of simps. In all my time as an archivist (maybe a few months at best), I haven't seen something requested as much as this.

This is mostly gender neutral and includes stuff for both afab and amab readers

A = Aftercare

(what they’re like after sex)

"Ach du heilige... Schatz, geht's dir eh gut?"¹

Very worried.

No matter if he's been top or bottom, dom or sub, gentle or rough, he'll be so worried he hurt you in any way.

Give you a quick massage and clean you up. Depending on if you're doing anything after, he'll either take a bath with you or just a brief shower.

B = Body part

(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes his arms, mans trained years for his muscles to be as defined as they are and being able to carry you with them just gives him a real boost of confidence.

Is weak to your thighs <3 Could spend hours just laying on or massaging them.

C = Cum

(anything to do with cum, basically)

Yum yum in his tum tum😋🍽️

No matter how he made you cum, mans will absolutely devour that shit, no exceptions.

D = Dirty secret

(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

AFAB: Would love for you to sit on his face while his mask is on, just imagining feeling you through the fabric and how you soak through it makes him hard

AMAB: sucking you off with the mask on, half the fabric draped over your stomach, hiding his next move and having to look directly into his eyes. He gets weak in the knees at the thought.

E = Experience

(how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Man had zero rizz in his childhood, you're his first everything actually. If you don't have any experience either, you're kinda fucked lmao

F = Favorite position

(this goes without saying)

Any with direct eye contact, or you being on top of him.

G = Goofy

(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's funny, but not intentionally. He's really creative when it comes to swears, so it's easy to make you giggle with them.

H = Hair

(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Bald or something, I don't know how this works with men and I am NOT about to Google it.

I = Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

König is dropping all the nicknames he can think off, constantly caressing your face or body. He'll also try to set the mood as best as possible beforehand.

J = Jack off

(masturbation headcanon)

Does it a lot tbh. He's big big and knows it can affect you for a few days after, so he'll only fuck you if you ask.

K = Kink

(one or more of their kinks)

Mask kink, size kink, praise kink goings both ways. What else is there? Oh yeah.

This man definitely has a mommy kink, you cannot convince me otherwise.

L = Location

(favorite places to do the do)

Probably the couch or the bathtub, he isn't into other people potentially seeing you at all.

M = Motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going)

You. That's it. You could be wearing a hoodie that should've been washed long ago and he'd go "omg I'd hit"

N = No

(something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to do with degredation. Doesn't like insulting you and likes being insulted even less.

O = Oral

(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

König would willingly be between your thighs until his lungs give out. He's really big, so this is the best option in his opinion. (also just really into the way you react to him and your taste).

Would only let you suck him off occasionally and after a loooonnggg while of being in a relationship. You'd have to beg him to do it lmao

P = Pace

(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

König likes being slow and hitting all the right spots, but he can speed up if you ask politely enough. Much prefers to go slow in a borderline teasing way tbh.

Q = Quickie

(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Prefers taking his time, but with how packed your schedules can be, there's not really another option. Sometimes when you're on a long term mission, you get so desperate you have a quickie, but that's the last resort.

R = Risk

(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes and no. He'd like to experiment with you a bit, but there are just some things he wouldn't do like public sex, non-con, etc...

S = Stamina

(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

König lasts for HOURS. This is a trained military man, his stamina is through the roof and on its way to space. You could be panting, struggling to catch your breath or move, and he'll ask if you want another round.

T = Toys

(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Didn't see the sense in toys before meeting you, but he has a small bullet vibrator for you stashed away somewhere.

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease)

When he gets the opportunity, he does like to tease a little. Would stop if you ask though.

V = Volume

(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Swears a lot. Like a lot a lot. He's still more vocal than you'd expect otherwise. Lots of grunts and moans between the swears.

W = Wild card

(a random headcanon for the character)

You wore thigh highs once and he can't get enough of them now. He tends to rip them, but is constantly buying new ones to make up for it.

X = X-ray

(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big. Too big, perhaps. Long and girthy. Have fun getting that anywhere in you.

Y = Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, is down to clown almost every single day. And with that I mean he just wants to make you scream his name so loud the squad members become concerned he's holding you hostage.

Z = Zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Honesty, he's more awake after than he was before. Makes him feel like he just injected five shots of espresso right into his veins.

¹ "Holy... Treasure, are you okay?"

A/N: Being a lesbian in this economy is hard, but I'll gladly take the L so you can all continue to simp for the only relevant austrian representation in this day and age

#könig x reader #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #könig call of duty

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Power Outage/Candles

Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, monsterfucking 😏 , dirty talk, nipple/breast play, mommy kink, lactation kink, breeding kink, biting, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✌️

EDITED 31 JAN 2024: replaced the Google Spanish translations with the italicized text

Anything in italics is Spanish, but as I can’t properly speak it thought it better to do it this way

With a loud crack of thunder, the lights in your place go completely out. Sighing out loud, you climb up from the couch and go grab your emergency lanterns and radio from under the cabinet. Thankfully your phone still has plenty of battery, but the less you use it the better, hence the lanterns.

You glance out your window and see the streetlights are also out signaling that the whole block is probably out of power. Biting your lip, you look out over to Leon’s place. On the plus side, he’s out of town because of work. He’s told you enough that you know he could be gone for just the night or an entire week depending on what happens.

Pouting to yourself, you miss his voice and his tight hugs, not to mention the nastiest sex you’ve ever had in your life.

With another sigh, you grab up your things and head off to your bedroom. Might as well head to bed a little early. You brush your teeth with cold water before changing and climbing into bed. Glancing at your phone, you see it’s only a little past 9pm but without much else to do (and you really don’t want to waste the batteries in your lantern), you close your eyes and do some deep breathing exercises to lull yourself to sleep.

It certainly works as you suddenly wake up, feeling on edge as it’s still pitch black in your room. Throat feeling dry and scratchy, you decide to get up and grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. You swing your legs out of bed but pull them up quickly. The sudden intrusive thought of something under the bed makes your hair stand on end.

You blow out a breath and then quickly stand up and move away from your bed. Chiding yourself for being so jumpy, you carefully make your way out of your room and down the hallway to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water, you peek through your kitchen window but see nothing out of place. You make your way back into your room, but have that eerie feeling again making you hesitate at the threshold.

Deciding to just grab your phone and head back to the kitchen, you slowly step past the doorway. Snatching your phone off the nightstand, you turn and see a pair of eyes staring at you from the corner of your bedroom.

Screaming, you throw your water bottle at the intruder and bring your phone up to dial 911 as you make a dash for your doorway.

“Wait,” a familiar voice speaks as you feel a pair of warm hands envelope your waist.

“Please, let me go,” you whimper, brain still in flight mode, thrashing in the strangers grip.

“Baby, you’re okay,” a soft kiss is dropped to your neck making you shiver, “you’re fine, I’ve got you.”

“Leon?” You whisper.

“Mmhmm,” he nips at your neck, “‘m sorry to scare you, was gonna surprise you.”

“I thought someone had broken in,” you let the tears fall as he spins you around to face him, “I-I thought—“

“Shh,” he murmurs, brushing his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away your tears, “I promise nothing will ever happen to you. Besides,” he smiles at you, mouthful of sharp teeth, “I’m the scariest thing around here and I’ll never hurt you.”

You laugh through your crying and pull him into a hug, “You have to make it up to me.”

“Yeah?” He coos, “what does my pretty girl want?”

“Cuddles,” you sniffle and bury your face in his chest, “want lots of cuddles.”

He grins happily, “Okay.”

Pulling away, he leads you back to your bed, flopping down on the mattress before tugging you down and into a hug. You tuck your face into his neck and sigh as he wraps his arms around you.

After a few minutes he shifts restlessly before pulling back to look down at you sheepishly.

“Can I take your shirt off?”

You bite your lip but end up giggling anyway, “I guess you can.”

He slips your shirt off and buries his face between your breasts, mouth kissing your sternum.

“Mmm my favorite way to cuddle,” he rumbles, and you can feel his hands shifting against your back until the sharp point of claws are scratching at your skin.

Goosebumps make your nipples pebble and he sighs as his mouth latches onto one, softly suckling the hard bud until you’re whimpering and pulling his hair. He lets go with a pop and moves to the other one, sucking this nipple just as roughly until you’re tugging his hair.

“Leon,” you mewl into the cool air of your bedroom, clit throbbing as he teases your stiff peaks.

“Love your tits,” he whispers, eyes blown out as those inky black veins crawl across his face, “they’re my favorite pair of tits ever.”

You snort a laugh at that, “Thank you?”

“Mmm,” his eyes droop as they move from your face down to your breasts, “I mean it. Sexiest fucking tits. Wan’em in my mouth all the time.”

You gasp as he squishes them together so your nipples are side by side, his mouth eagerly sucking them at the same time. He runs his sharp teeth over them, careful not to cut you, but it shoots white hot pleasure all throughout your body to the point your toes curl.

His long tongue wraps around both nipples before flicking across them, making you keen and press your chest into his face. Groaning, Leon sucks your nipples into his mouth and doesn’t let go until your pushing at his forehead.

“S’too much, Leon,” you whimper, nipples puffy and sore when he lets go of them, “it’s too rough.”

He moans, “Let me be rough tonight? Wanna see if we can get you to squirt from your sexy tits.”

A gasp leaves your lips and Leon goes back to sucking and biting your swollen nipples.

“Bet you’d make a sexy mommy,” he rasps, rocking his hips against your lower legs, “sexy mommy titties leaking milk everywhere.”

“Leon, that’s so dirty,” you mewl, pulling his hair so he stays close to your chest.

“Mmm, you’d be my little mommy, giving me all your milk,” his rough tongue lathes across your hard nipples making your cunt ache.

“I-I can’t,” you keen as he bites both hard buds at the same time, “can’t produce milk.”

“Not yet,” he chuckles, voice going into that low silky octave that has your thighs clenching, “I can make you a mommy. Breed that little pussy.”

Feeling like Leon needs a taste of his own medicine, you laugh, “You wanna knock me up, Leon?”

The change is instant. It’s like you blink and the next thing you know, Leon has you pressed down into the bed in a mating press. Your legs are pushed up, knees pretty much at your chin as he rips your panties in half, the tattered underwear laying against your thighs. His cock is out and dripping against your bare slit.

He presses inside your pussy making your eyes clench shut.

“Leon, Leon, it’s too big,” you whimper even though you’re rocking your hips up, trying to work more of his cock into your sopping wet pussy, “g’nna stretch me out.”

Leon growls and fucks himself further into your cunt making you wail at the feeling of being so full, “Take it, stretch that little pussy out on my big cock.”

Panting, you reach out to grasp at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin making him grunt.

“We need to serve you,” he mumbles into your neck, “We would kill for you. Die for you.”

“Leon,” you gasp out, tears dripping down your temples from the overwhelming stretch of your cunt, “I’m sorry, I d-don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry,” his words echo strangely, as if two voices are speaking, “I’ve got you, little mate.”

He bottoms out with one more grinding thrust making you choke on air, pussy spasming like crazy around the stretch of his big cock. You inhale shakily, feeling like the tip of his dick is in the back of your throat.

“Too full,” you whine at him, “Leon, please.”

He leans down and chuffs against your hair before nosing his way from your hairline down to your mouth, kissing you before his teeth overcrowds his mouth.

He huffs out a pained whine as his mouth splits into that joker’s smile you’ve grown fond of seeing. Reaching up with his blackened hands, his claws slice your shirt to pieces until it flutters away. He sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder with a low growl.

You keen as the pain turns into pleasure, vision going a little fuzzy on the sides as his venom seeps into your body.

“There you go,” he murmurs, “make you feel so good.”

His black claws grip around your waist, lightly scratching the skin as he pulls out until just the fat head is splitting your cunt open. With a grunt, he buries himself balls deep inside your pussy, ramming into the opening of your womb but instead of pain only pleasure bursts like fireworks behind your eyelids.

“More,” you whimper, hands scratching at his arms, digging into the inky black skin, “Leon, need more.”

He snarls gutturally, pulling out just to hammer his cock back into your squelching pussy, scraping across the spongy spot in your cunt that just makes more slick gush around his thick length.

“Perfect pussy,” his dark timbre makes your nipples stiffen, “give you my seed. Share las plagas with you.”

Your pussy clamps down harder as he mumbles a mix of English and Spanish under his breath. His eyes have darkened so much the blues are practically little pinpricks of light in his face.

His huge cock keeps grinding along your g-spot as the fat tip batters against your cervix, making you squeal and clench down on him with every thrust. The sound of your skin slapping fills the background under your pants and moans paired with Leon’s feral sounding growls.

He pulls completely out of your pussy making you whine. Flipping you over, he mounts you from behind, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down next to you to your head.

“Oh, god, Leon,” you choke out, eyes rolling back as he plunges his cock into your sopping wet cunt.

At this angle, he’s fucking you so hard that your clit rubs against the bedspread making your pussy walls flutter around his dick constantly. You feel his teeth sink into the opposite shoulder from the first bite and you wail out as your orgasm rushes through you unexpectedly.

“Pretty perfect mate,” he rasps, voice splitting into that double octave again, “gonna breed you, breed this little pussy deep.”

You shudder and shake, cunt sensitive from cumming while he fucks you through the aftershocks. He shifts his hips down, letting his cock rail against the opening to your womb so much you start to drool against the sheets.

“Please, please, Leon,” you mewl pitifully, fingers clasping at the bed as he pins your wrists down harder.

His balls slap against your clit from the back as he pistons his hips into your pulsating cunt. Between that and rubbing your pudgy clit against the bed, you feel another climaxing ramping up.

He snarls and gnashes his teeth right next to your ear and you keen back at him. Picking up the pace, he jackhammers into your soaked hole, jostling you and making the mattress creak. Grinding his cock deep into your cunt is enough to have you cumming again, clit throbbing as you squirt around his dick, almost pushing him out of your pussy.

“Mate,” he purrs in approval, vibration rumbling through his chest so hard you can feel it against your back.

He snaps his hips hard and buries himself against your cervix as he cums inside your pussy, hot spurts of thick cum shooting out to paint your walls white. Your cunt flutters and milks his throbbing cock as he spills his sticky cum into you.

“Mmm, so perfect,” he licks and nuzzles at this bite marks on your shoulders.

Mewling, you can only clench purposefully around his cock as it kicks inside your used cunt. He licks across your neck and across your chin to swipe the wet muscle against your parted lips. You suck weakly on the tip and he groans, dropping his full weight down on you so he can thrust his tongue inside your mouth as he finishes filling your pussy.

“‘m tired,” you mumble once he pulls his tongue away.

“Sleep,” he coos into your ear, “I’ll take care of you.”

Humming, you let yourself drift off. You wake up only a few hours later, cleaned up and dressed in different clothes. There’s soft light coming from the few scented candles that Leon lit and placed around your room.

Speaking of the man in question, he’s softly petting across your head, twisting your hair with his fingers before running his palm down your arm. You’re tucked into his neck, lying on top of him.

“You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod, “you?”

He chuckles, “Oh, yeah.”

You feel yourself drifting off again and try to fight it.

“Shh,” he squeezes you in a hug, “I’ll be here in the morning.”

You nuzzle against his neck before kissing his Adam’s apple, “‘kay.”

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to shutter and sleep to overtake your thoughts.

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#lipglossanon #lipglossanonmasterlist #lipglossmasterlist #lipglossanon promptober 2023 #promptober 2023 #promptober #monsterfucking #las plagas #las plagas!leon s kennedy #las plagas!leon s kennedy smut #las plagas!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #las plagas!leon s kennedy x fem!reader smut #fem!reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic

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capricosalvation · 6 months ago

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Star and Stripe (Cathleen Bate) headcannons

God i love this woman so much. She was My gay awakening i need her so Bad- anyways, here Are some things..

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• Since She was saved by All Might (She was a 7 year old at that time, i think), she wanted to be like him. And there wasnt any other training than join in the USA military. When She ended Elementary school, She went straight there.

• I think Ethan Drive is her Best friend and that they're like Brother-Sister. I think Cathleen realized She was a lesbian in her mid 20's. I think that Ethan had a little crush on her but he shrugged it off. There Is nothing more funnier than seeing a military squad full Of strong gay and bisexual Men, a Straight (Ethan) being commanded by a careless selfless Lesbian. (Why i think some Of Them would call her "Ma" lmao)

• i don't think She had many girlfriends after coming out Of the military and starting her hero career. She's timeless and married to her job, but, She secretly want a girlfriend to cuddle to.

• And if She gets a girlfriend, She Will be the most protective, romantic and silly Muscle mommy ever! Like a Golden retriever with the USA flag on her back. She Is so selfless in and out Of the bedroom. I think She haves like a butch lesbian vibes, Dom vibes? I dunno i'm down Bad for her i need medical help skddieidiksjd- I'm Getting mommy kink vibes, powerplay and mostly size difference. Bc She's a BEAST!

• I headcannon her as a four Star general Of the USA Army, i checked on google and saw that they have maximum authority in certain things, (correct me if im wrong, im not from the Usa jeje..) bc in the manga she says something about her maximum authority when she called Agpar. So Yea

• I picture her With one Of those Usa flag bikini eating her favorite gummies-

• i think She would be 50/50 about marriage and kids. Because she's practically married With her job. But if Y/N it's the love Of her life, and She's ready... Fuck yeah, She would use New Order to have kids-

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Sorry if i Made it weird ! I'm just so exited about season seven! Anyways, if You liked it do tell me. I'm Open to positive criticism. And sorry if i Made a typo, English Is not My mother languaje!

Anyways, i hope You liked it, and if thats so, i'll make more!

#Cathleen Bate x Reader #star and stripe #cathleen bate #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia fanart #sapphic #wlw #wlw post #x reader #fem reader #sapphic post

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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 1 year ago

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You’re Gonna Make Me See God

Pairing: Julieta Madrigal x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Girl on Girl, Lesbian smut, Fingering (fem receiving), Oral sex (fem receiving), Mirror sex, Mommy kink, Dumbification, Multiple orgasms, Established relationship.

Writing Time: ?

Word Count: 800 rough estimate.

Format: NSFW Fic.

A/N:

Don’t mind me, just reposting any of my saved works right now. Expect more Encanto smut and random masterlist.

Translations:

Hermosa - Beautiful

Una - What

Peqeña perfecta la coño - Prefect little pussy

Pequeña puta - little whore

Mi amor - My love

Mierda - Shit

Preciosa - Gorgeous

I'm really sorry if these translations are incorrect, I am not a native speaker and I am using Google Translate. If anyone wants to correct me, please feel free to do so.

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You could feel her eyes flick up and burn into you and then you heard a giggle escape her lips.

But you couldn't look back at her. Not when she was doing this to you. Not when she was touching you in this sinful way and making you cry her name weakly.

How could such a quiet polite young woman make you whimper like how you were now? Many, including yourself for a time, thought of Julieta as a sweet innocent girl with no unholy thoughts and only a goal to heal and help as many people as possible.

But how wrong you all were.

Imagine the look on the townspeople if they could see you now with Julieta Madrigal, everyone's holy healer and saviour, fucking you with her long delicate fingers.

"Does my hermosa girl like that?" She grinned.

You whined again.

"Does she like being bend over with my fingers deep inside of her pequeña perfecta la coño?"

I moaned at her dirty words, "Julieta!"

"Aw.." She cooed at you and thrusted her fingers in deeper, "Una pequeña puta..."

More sinful noises fell out of your mouth. You felt so filthy; you were having very tender sex with a woman well out of your league and she won't stop whispering dirty things into your ear.

But it felt so dam good.

You felt although you was slowly falling down slowly, into the deep pleasure Julieta was providing you with.

It felt amazing. Like bliss.

You never wanted her fingers to leave you, so you tried your hardest to squeeze your thighs close together to prevent the sinful Angel from pulling away.

But your thighs were shaking so much from the pleasure, you couldn't do anything. Which made it easy for her to hold your legs open so she could do whatever she wanted to you.

Julieta owned you. And your pussy.

You had felt slightly embarrassed earlier about being so exposed and vulnerable to someone but you had instantly forgotten those self-doubting thoughts as soon as Julieta's fingers entered you.

"Mi amor..?"

A sudden change in her tone brought you back up to reality. She had went from playful dirty tease to the usual soft and gentle Julieta everyone knew again. The change didn't scare you, but it made me slightly nervous as you knew she now wanted something from you.

Julieta leaned up from behind of you and gently used your hair to pull your head and force you to look straight forward. You now saw and remembered the mirror that stood across from the bed.

You could see yourself looking back at you and Julieta behind you in the mirror. You thought you looked...unflattering, to say the least. With your tight braids now out and an absolute mess in between Julieta's fingers, dry tears on both your cheeks, a red face that made you look as if you had been drinking and salvia (that was both yours and Julieta's) smeared across your mouth.

'Mierda.' You thought, 'She had done that much to me? How long had we been doing this for? I thought it had only been a few minutes but now I really think about it, it been at least an hour. Possibly two.'

"Look at how beautiful you are, Preciosa!" Her laughter filled the room and you sighed in response.

"I want you to watch your pretty face while I lick your pussy."

There it was. The command you was waiting for. It made your cheeks burn more and your legs shake again.

Julieta then let go of your hair and moved back down to ruin you again. This time with her tongue. You quickly tended up and gasped, but your eyes didn't leave the mirror, as you felt her slippery wet member enter your wet throbbing cunt.

You whispered, "Oh God Julieta, you're going to make me see God..."

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched mouth #stitched writes #encanto #me encanta #encanto x reader #encanto smut #julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal smut #encanto julieta

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orphiclovers · 5 months ago

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ok so re this thing

this actually adds to joongdok's whole pseudo-incestuous nature. with yjh being doksoo's creation, thats somewhat similar to being a child created by parents. theres of course the "father, brother, oldest friend" line that exposes that yjh is literally everything to kdj, including family despite kdj's obvious simpery. probably part of why kdj's obvious simpery. kaizenix arc being where they're very much like soulmates and also get put in the roles of brothers, which kdj seems to take too much enjoyment from. do you see what im saying tumblr user orphiclovers. do you see.

(you could probably make it yoohankim if you wanted, but im a joongdoker so thats my focus)

oh yeah, I'm picking up what you're putting down tumblr user cum-villain. now we BOTH are going to end up on a callout post

I'll also add that I always thought it was INSANE that sp called od his parent and then later BECAME od's parent. Let me just pull up the monologue, it lives in my head rent free

Like... what a choice. Even if I don't ship them like that - Freud would have a field day (didnt yjh literally get therapy from him. i wonder how that went lol)

and I absolutely could make this yoohankim but I don't know if the world is ready *nervously looks at google document* in fact I may have uhh started a fic a long time ago that. well. lets just say the mommy kink yoo joonghyuk post I made wasn't a bit

#i wonder how many followers posting this will lose me. coming out as a freak lol #its not like i havent thought and said all this before anyway. only not in so many words i guess #i dont ship spod not for any moral reason but cuz i prefer yjh being the one getting groomed. thats why yoohan is otp in this essay I-#asks

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years ago

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His Treasure

MINORS DNI

Warnings: Service/sub top male reader, power/dom bottom yandere Rook Hunt, reader has an oral fixation, possessiveness, jealousy, obsessiveness, praise, lil dumbification, mommy kink, feminization, blowjob, ruined orgasm, sub space, google translate french

A weight on your lap wakes you up in the middle of the night. You blink away the sleep from your eyes, groaning softly as you adjust from being ripped from your peaceful slumber.

“Rook?” you mumble, faintly making out his face from the moonlight seeping in from your open window.

“Bonne soirée, mon amour,” he greets you softly, cupping your face with a gloved hand. Knowing it’s him atop of you, you bring your hands to his thighs, which are stationed at either side of your hips, squeezing the muscled flesh there affectionately. You’re delighted by his presence, despite not knowing why he’s in your room, or how he got here for that matter.

“What are you doing here?” you ask sleepily, leaning into his touch. He hums softly, his sharp green eyes practically glowing in the moonlight. His hand goes from your face to your neck, finding your pulse and pressing there gently. Your breath hitches, and any exhaustion from being awoken leaves your body as goosebumps bloom across your skin.

“I saw you with Cater this afternoon,” Rook muses. You nod, remembering the moment in question, but you don’t remember Rook being around when it happened. “Whatever could Monsieur Magicam want from you?” you audibly swallow at his question,

“Um he just wanted to see my notes for Trein’s class, and then he wanted to take a picture together,” you explain, feeling nervous, even though you know you don’t have any reason to be. Rook hums again, smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I see,” he sighs, “I understand his desire to photograph you, mon beau, however…” his gaze finally shifts away from you. The pause he takes is light, but you feel uneased by it all the same. “I hope he does not post it,” Rook finally continues, “I would be very displeased if others could so easily acquire access to your beauty. You are a rare jewel, a treasure, and you should not be exploited,” he rambles, returning his attention to you. You smile, for even though it’s excessive, any praise from Rook makes your heart flutter.

Rook returns your smile lovingly, letting out a pleased sigh as he looks down at you.

“Ah, mon amour, je suis désolé, I just can’t help myself when it comes to you,” he leans down to kiss your cheek, “forgive me, it’s selfish, but mommy wants to keep you all to himself,” he whispers in your ear. An excited shiver runs down your spine, and you can already feel the beginnings of arousal setting in.

“I’ll ask Cater not to post the picture,” you tell him, wanting nothing more but for your lover to be pleased with you. Rook kisses your cheek again before pulling away a bit,

“Tell him to delete it,” he all but orders. You nod, and Rook smiles happily. “Good boy,” he hums as he begins pulling off his gloves.

Slowly, painfully so, he brushes his now bare fingers against your lips, before leaning down to kiss you properly. You accept the kiss eagerly, opening your mouth when his tongue licks against your lips. Rook’s hands find their way to your chest, and he presses his thumbs against your nipples. You can feel him smile into the kiss when you moan from his light touches.

When he pulls away, he leaves you breathless and aching for more. “I want you inside me,” he hums, grinding back against your half hard cock.

“Yeah,” you practically whine, bucking your hips up, chasing the pleasure. Rook makes a noise that’s halfway between a moan and a laugh at your reaction.

“So impatient,” he chastises, his hands moving downwards so he can help you pull off your sleep shirt. You flush as Rook stares you down. It’s moments like this that remind you of your lover's fascination with hunting. There’s no better way to put it, but he makes you feel like caught prey at times.

“So impatient, but alas, I can’t deny you,” he laughs, pulling his own shirt off. Now it’s your turn to admire him. Uncontrollably, you salivate looking at his chest. Your arousal grows as you remember how many times you’ve sucked and played with his nipples as he’s cradled your head and waxed poetic about you.

“Ah,” he runs his own hands over his chest, instantly taking notice of where you’re focused on, “does my baby boy want to suck on mommy’s breasts?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice.

“Yeah,” you moan again, leaning up so you can do so. Rook stops you by pushing your chest back onto the bed. He tuts,

“I know you have better manners than that, mon amour,” you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Sorry, please, can I, mommy?” Rook smiles at your correction.

“You may,” he permits, and you can’t get your mouth on him fast enough. Rook laughs at your zeal, but is cut off when you take one of his nipples into your mouth and suck. He moans softly, holding your head gently. “There we go, good boy,” you moan at his praise, looking up to see his pleasured expression.

“Hm if only mommy had milk for you,” he says dejectedly, and your cock throbs at the thought. You whimper, sucking more fervently, like any second now your wish will be granted. Rook arches his back, pressing your face more against his chest.

“You make me feel so-oh good,” he coos, moving your face from one nipple to the other. You give the other side the same attention, sucking and licking at his skin. There have been times when you’ve mouthed at his skin for hours, but tonight you’re wound up and itching to be inside him.

“Please,” you groan, pulling away from his chest, “please can I fuck you mommy?” you ask, oh so politely.

“Asking me so nicely,” he grins down at you, “how could I possibly say no?” leaning down, he kisses you lovingly. Your hands wander for the first time tonight, tugging on the waistband of his pants. Rook assists you, and sooner than later you’re both naked, your clothes in a heap on the floor.

You’re more than happy to be fully undressed, because it was starting to get uncomfortable having your dick strain against your sleep pants. Plus, now you can see Rook’s pretty cock, and how hard he is. You find yourself salivating once again as you stare at him unabashedly. Rook lets out a breathy giggle, jerking his hips up so his dick bobs against his stomach.

“You want mommy in your mouth, non?” you whine at being called out. He hums, “I think you might have an oral fixation, mon cher,” he jokes lightly. You don’t respond, and your silence is as good of an answer as anything you could’ve said. He touches your lip again, “nevertheless, that will have to wait until later,” you nod, excited by the promise of a future blowjob, “right now you have to stretch me.” He pauses,

“Do you think you can do that? Or do you need mommy’s help?” he teases.

“I can do it, I just need-” you pause, looking around. Rook reaches behind you, under the pillow where you were soundly asleep not long ago. He presents you with a vial of lube you didn’t even know was there, and you’re far too consumed with lust to wonder how it got there. “Thank you mommy,” you mumble softly, lubing up your fingers as fast as possible.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he kisses your face, then leans forward, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, so you can reach around and finger him open.

As your fingers brush against his puffy hole, you busy your mouth by sucking a mark onto his neck. You can feel his pulse under your tongue, it quickens when you press one into him.

“Good boy,” he coos, pressing himself back against your hand. Spurred on by his praise, you ease another finger into him, spreading your fingers and working him open for you.

You have him gasping for breath and moaning in no time. Your cock is throbbing and aching with need as you fuck him with three fingers.

“Enough,” he says gently, after a moment, “fuck me,” you whimper at his command, giving a final kiss against his skin before pulling away.

Slowly, you ease your fingers out of him, and grab the lube again. You coat your cock with it, then look to Rook for permission. He smiles at you affectionately,

“So sweet,” he kisses you lips chastely, “you know how to beg, don’t you?”

“Please, mommy, please let me fuck you,” you whine, your hands squeezing the meat of his thighs so you can ground yourself. Rook lets out a pleased hum, and aligns himself with your dick. You watch as he lowers himself inch by inch until he’s fully seated on you.

“Mama,” you gasp, feeling overwhelmed beyond belief already. Rook doesn’t let you adjust to the feeling of his hot, wet, clenching hole, before he starts moving. “Mommy- Rook- wait-” he pauses, holding himself up with just your tip inside.

“Were you going to cum, mon trésor?” he asks breathlessly. You nod, and he moans, “that’s okay, that’s okay,” he reassures, kissing you lovingly, “tell me when you’re ready, my love.” A couple heavy, steadying breaths later you feel good enough to continue, and you tell him as much.

Once again Rook slides down your cock, and sets up a slow pace for you.

“It makes mommy very happy that- ah- I have this effect on you,” he confesses, gazing at you fiercely, the way he looks at you when you catch his eye across the packed halls and you already know he’s been looking at you the whole time. “Hah, my pussy feels so-oh good, non?” you groan and nod, your hips jerking up into him, he grins wildly, “you only want mommy, oui? Oh, you’d only fuck me? You’d only love me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble, grasping weakly at his thighs, and letting him ride you into the bed.

“Say it,” he all but begs, picking up the pace.

“Nghh, I only wuh-want you mommy, and I oh-only wanna fuck you, ah-and I only love you,” you struggle through it, your brain muddled with lust, but that doesn’t seem to phase Rook. He bounces on your cock, moaning at your words, clenching tightly around you. And then, catching you entirely off guard, Rook cums.

His mouth drops open, letting out erratic breaths as he rides himself through his orgasm, his cum making a mess of your stomach and chest. Awestruck, you watch him, getting so close to your own climax, yet you’re unable to finish before he slows down and slumps against you.

“Mommy?” you can’t help but sound so small at this moment, so unsure of what’s going to happen next, all tense and stressed over not being able to cum. Rook runs a hand through his hair, then gives you a soft smile.

“I’m sorry baby,” he leans in to kiss you, “ah, that took me off guard as well,” he confesses. You whine as he begins to lift himself off your lap. Rook shushes you, “don’t fret, mommy is going to make you feel good,” he promises.

Rook lifts off your cock, then pushes you so you’re laying down fully. He collects his cum from where it splattered against your bodies, then lifts his hand to your mouth. You drop your jaw obediently, and clean up his fingers, moaning at the taste.

“Good boy, now,” he takes his fingers from your mouth, “I recall telling you that you could take me in your mouth earlier,” your eyes widen as you too remember his words. There’s a few seconds of readjusting, and then Rook has his thighs on either side of your face, his flaccid penis just inches away from your awaiting mouth.

Not wasting another moment, he eases his cock inside of your mouth, and you take all of him inside easily. It’s different from when you’ve sucked off his erect dick, that much is obvious. You simply hold him in your mouth, sucking and swallowing around him, cleaning his cock of any leftover cum. As you hold him in your mouth, the outside world disappears fully, and you sink into the happy, fuzzy feeling you only get with Rook.

“Ah, look at you,” Rook muses, tracing the features of your face lovingly, “my sweet boy, taking me so well, making me feel so good.” You feel him twitch in your mouth, and pre leaks from your neglected dick. “Submissive, pacified, and impeccable,” you moan around him, and his dick begins to swell in your mouth. “All mine, making me feel good, only me,” he rambles, and you know from the wild look on his face that warning bells should be ringing, but currently all you can feel is euphoria.

Your eyes fluttered shut at some point, as your mouth fills with his hardening dick. You have to stop yourself from choking as it presses against your throat. If drool is seeping from your mouth from the intrusion, you’re too far gone to realize it.

When you feel a hand circle around your dick, your eyes open up. Rook, arching his back and reaching behind himself to jerk you off, is the sight you’re met with. The lube still wet on your dick allows for him to stroke you smoothly. His thighs squeeze around your head as he stabilizes himself.

You moan around his length, jerking your hips into his touch. Rook smiles down at you, “are you close, mon amour?” he asks breathlessly, shallowly thrusting his now fully hard dick further down your throat.

You don’t answer- you can’t, of course- but the way your dick twitches and leaks pre is evidence enough. He quickens his pace then gives special attention to your tip; the fire in your loins grows, and you feel your cock twitch. He’s pulling off all the stops, and it’s having the desired effect on you. You grab his hips, squeezing the flesh there and pulling him closer, so his cock is as far down your throat as possible, and your nose is buried fully in his pubic hair.

“Ah-” Rook gasps, “go ahead baby, cum for mommy,” he murmurs, looking at you through his lashes. His permission topples you over the edge with a groan and a hip thrust. Your eyes glaze over, pleasure overcoming every ounce of your being.

Rook catches your cum in his hand, carefully working you off until you come down from your high. Nearly a second later, he cums for a second time, down your throat. You swallow it down, choking and gurgling around him as it shoots down your throat and into your stomach.

In a haze, you keep sucking and licking around his cock until he begins to lift his hips. “Come on, love,” he coaxes you to let him go. You lick your drool slicked lips once his cock leaves your mouth, a satisfied smile gracing your face. Rook mirrors your smile, flopping down next to you.

He wipes his cum covered hand on your bedding, then hauls you into his arms. You’re still in that fuzzy space where you aren’t fully there, but you know you like being held, so you press yourself as much as you can against him. This pleases Rook immensely.

“Bien précieux,” he says softly, “my darling treasure. I love you so much,” he looks expectantly down at you. Wanting nothing more than to please him, you reply with a hoarse,

“Love you too.” Rook hums,

“It’ll just be the two of us together forever, isn’t that right mon cher?” he asks, taking advantage of your sleepy, eager to please state. You nod, and Rook kisses you before you both succumb to your exhaustion.

You sleep soundly in his arms, unaware to the fact that you’d just sealed your fate with Rook.

#this fic is the equivalent of me going for a meditative retreat #cw yandere #cw mommy kink #cw possessiveness #cw jealousy #cw dumbification #cw feminization #spice #rook hunt x male reader

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mayomaggot · 2 months ago

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Every Single Class of 09’; Flipside Message

Feet Ending

Title: Greetings my queen

From: 703-425-2981

Message:

hewwo dere i saw your FM wisting and wanted to see if I could come to your house to be stepped on by your cute little piggies. My parents named me Frederick but you can call me Freddy Footins! I am 34 years young and have been with the FeetMeet community for about 5 years now. Someone on the forums snapped a pic of your feet without your permission and I pleasured myself to it roughly 9 times.\nWith that icebreaker out of the way, i have saved up about 300 dollars with my SSI checks and would like to hire your services. Unsure if you do any of the more erotic foot sessions but just in case let me list you some more of my fetishes: feet, choking, food play, facesitting, Mommy incest, sister incest, twincest, simulated kidnapping, women wearing the Taco Bell uniform, you pretending to be Mexican but then saying you are white after I point out how hot it is that you are Mexican, covering my rent this month, that last one wasnt a kink but would be pretty cool if you did that. Also I am not a rapist by definition (looked it up) so no need to google anything about me. P.S. havent seen your face yet but if you look roughly 12 i am SO going to try moving out of my parents house down the line one day maybe to date you!

OD Ending

Title: right number?

From: 703-960-1431

Message:

Hi I'm not sure if I have the right person but this is Jeffery's mother. Was just texting to thank you for finding his body and alerting the authorities when you did. Unfortunately they were too late but you can't blame yourself for that. A part of me is devastated but another part of me is relieved, which is horrible to say... Jeffery has never quite fit in with the other children, never had the best grades, and maybe this was the only avenue for him sadly enough. Every day I wondered in the back of my head if I had failed as a mother by raising someone so awkward. By middle school I eventually gave up on him to compartmentalize my insecurities as a parent, letting him play with toys and masturbate to what I assume is animated pornography that I found on his computer. I was worried he would be hopelessly going through adulthood so this might have been the best outcome for him. He would tell me he was going to work on video games for a job when he was an adult, then it was comic books, then it was making YouTube reviews of action figures. All these things he said he wanted to do and never pursued... my fear was he just wanted to be a child playing with toys forever. My son's suicide is bittersweet, on one hand he is gone but on the other he realized himself that life wouldn't work out and ended things before they got worse. I KNEW there was a smart boy somewhere inside of Jeffery. I also know we have never spoken before but I needed to tell someone who would not have any pre-conceived notions about my pain...and can understand my blunt honesty now.When Jeffery was alive I was insecure. Now that he's gone I can feel free.

Slave Ending

Title: right number?

From: 202-347-4800

Message:

Heyo this George W Bush from the America White House! Not sure if those lesser camel jockeys let you have a phone as a slave but I personally wanted to let you know that Obama has sent a presidential pardon message to the Taliban to let you out. The Taliban ignores most of my messages and will make a grainy VHS tape telling me MacDonalds is the anti-christ or buddha or whatever the hell brown people worship but you get the idea. American girls like you have a bright future and we need to perserve that in ensuring all men are created equal in this race for equal opportunity.

P.S. Kanye was right ;)

Car Crash Ending

Title: can you cover

From: 703-960-1431

Message:

This is Ron Stumpford of Dominos Fairfax texting about the tragic passing of Ari. Now that shes dead we dont really have anyone to do deliveries on NFL Thursdays anymore so can you cover for her? We dont care that you killed her drunk driving we just gotta move orders here. Between you and me I am glad you killed her cause I asked her out on a date and she made up some fake excuse that she was gay FUCK THAT BITCH! But please come down and cover for her because the selfish bitch was too inconsiderate to have someone cover for her in the event she died on the job. I told her parents that and they made it out like IM the bad guy. If you cant drive for us would you at least have any naked pictures of her or anything? Im trying not to leave this deal empty handed here. Not even her parents had naked pictures of her to send me like what a rip off!

Nicole's Suicide Ending

Title: why why why why...

From: nicole

Message:

why cant u help me

100% Completion Message

Title: Thanks for playing!

From: SBN3

Message:

Thank you for playing the Class of '09 visual novel series to completion!

This project set out to bring real, relatable experiences back into the current lexicon of entertainment through the medium of comedy. Originally it was thought a bunch of people in their early 30s would play these games for a laugh but it turned out people who were barely alive for 2009 gravitated towards it in larger numbers.

Many of the social issues featured in this game were not exclusive to the late 2000s and the teenage portion of our fans lead me to believe times haven't changed... I also learned that 2-line throwaway jokes qualify as lore for people who need employment.

Through these games, presenting the dynamic reality I had witnessed came second to only writing dialogue which would entertain a wide array of people.

From FPS streamer fratboy assholes who love Kylar to purple-haired gender neutral girls who love Ari... Class of '09 has succeeded in being a crossroads of internet culture (regardless of whether those two parties are even aware the other side plays the game). This was not by accident, this is just what happens when you aren't afraid to exit your comfort zone and explore other circles, other cultures, and most importantly other levels of hardship.

Represtation in media is important, however mainstream media cannot represent those they are disconnected from. If you're suicidal, homeless, bulimic, addicted, a sex worker, or in an abusive relationship, Class of '09 is not shock humor to you. It merely displays a reality the comfortable can't comprehend.

I cannot necessarily write how real which stories were or were not, but I can guarantee the answers will surprise you. Lives had been lost and many futures were squandered along the journey which influenced the stories in these games. Those who experienced some events of Class of '09 in their own lives would understand. Your funny stories and your sad stories are all you need to create media that resonates.

Now while the game contained a plethora of anti-pedophilia messagery you just can't avoid psychos who latch onto media just because it's popular. I would just like to warn our fans that child predators who infiltrated the Class of '09 fanbase have been using the following phrases to secretly identify each other:

"the writing in Class of '09 isnt very good"

"I hate SBN3"

"I hate Wrath Club"

"Class of '09 was good by mistake"

"I love Class of '09 but hate the creator"

"No! The game just made that up!"

Make sure to report anyone using this or similar secret pedo rhetoric to your local authorities. Thank you.

-SBN3 a.k.a. God.

this game was an actual dumpster fire, idk what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t whatever we got

#class of 09 #class of 09 flipside #class of 09 jecka

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marilynthornhilllover · 1 year ago

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Hi, I love your fanfic of Morticia Addams x reader! I’m wondering if you can do “Mommy morticia x bratty reader?

mention of hair pulling, spanking, crying reader and comfort in the end?

Attitude problems

Dom!Morticia x brat!reader

Warning: smut, indecent language, praise kink, spanking,mommy kink, pulling of hair, crying, fluff.

Translations: mon amour = my love

Je vous aimed = I love you

Je t'aime aussi = I love you too

A/n: please note that all translations were done from Google if they are wrong i do apologies🤚. Enjoy💕

♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤

You were not having it with mortica today. She had promised to take you shopping and now she wants to go visit her and uncle all the way across town, you were not having it.

It's not that you wanted to act like a brat, she was irritating you.

"Come on mon amour, you'll make us late" she shouted leaning against the car.

You slowly walked out of the mansion , the maid waving morticia a goodbye before she closed the door. You had a bad attitude today and mortica was getting impatient.

You locked eye contact with her and rolled your eyes, forcing a pout on your face before graciously taking your time to walk down the steps.

Morticia huffed as she walked up to you and grabbed your arm harshly. Her grip was insane giving the length of her acrylic nails. The was she manhandled you made your core ache.

"Do not play with me darling" she said in a harsh tone, her voice laced with dominance sending shivers through you. Shivers that she felt, oh how she loved the effect she had on you.

You gulped as she slightly pushed you towards the car, opening the door for you. As soon as you entered she slammed the door, starting you before walking over to her side mumbling something in French. That made you more angry.

What gaved her the right to be angry, after all she was the one breaking promises.

You scoffed as you turned to face the window avoiding eye contact with her as she entered the car. You knew she was shooting daggers at you.

It was a long ride, she tried playing your favorite song but after realizing you weren't keen about it she turned it off.

She then tried to place a hand on your thigh, slowly pushing it under your skirt making your breath hitch. She chuckled darkly as she felt that you were already soaked.

She removed her hand a small whine escaping your mouth as you played it off as a yawn. Morticia pulled up in the drive way of her uncle and his wife house smiling ear the ear.

You liked that she was happy but you were still disappointed that she changed the plans of the day.

She removed her seat belt and turned to look at you. Her smile dropped when she saw you still had your attitude.

Grabbing your chin to look at her she gaved you a stern look.

"Will you be on your best behavior?" She asked as her eyes flicked down to your lips.

"Yes mommy" you mumbled. she hummed in response and released your face with a slight push before getting out of the car. Mortica ran up to her uncle and his wife like a little kid who was getting adopted. You heard them greeting eachother in French obviously before all three if them turned to wait for you.

Seeing the impatient and confused expression on the two people's face plus morticias angry one you hurried your little feet up to them, forcing a smile.

" sorry, hi" you said as you reached them. Morticia flashed you a disapproving look before turning to introduce you to her family.

" this is y/n my wife" she spoke before repeating herself in French. The couple shared a confused surprised look before turning to look at you then back at mortica. You didn't know French too well, but since you've been with morticia you've learned quite a bit.

And you were positive the lady said you were too young to be with morticia before laughing her ass off.

"And as old as you are your still quite a a noisy bitch" you mumbled. Mortica gasped as she turned to look at you.

"Y/n that is not nice" she said, you swore you saw flames in her eyes. You rolled your eyes before looking away.

"She said your house looks nice, lovely colors" morticia said in french faking a smile. The lady looked at mortica in disbelief, if that is what you had truly said that wouldn't have been her reaction.

The lady gaved you a small smile before opening the door for you and morticia to enter. Her and her husband following behind, as you hear them whisper.

"Don't try to be smart mouth y/n, just because they don't speak English doesn't mean they don't understand it" she whispered in your ear.

Dinner went smoothly, the food was great, you managed to get a small house tour. But you still had your attitude... slightly.

"So tish how's Wednesday" the lady asked. You almost choked on your water, hearing the lady speak English was like hearing an animal talk. The lady flashed you a savage smile before returning her gaze to mortica.

That meant she had heard your insult earlier. But you didn't care nor did you regret it.

" Oh wednesday is..... how she's always been still most definitely destructive AND trying to pursue a career of an detective" morticia said as the two elderly people started laughing.

"I must get going now, we had a great time, right mon amour?" You nodded as you again faked a smile. You both said your goodbyes and left.

♧

The entire ride home was silent but you could read morticia like a book, and the grip she had on your thigh was insane. You could tell she was still angry and disappointed.

As soon as you both got home morticia had you dragged into the house and into the bedroom in no time. Taking off your clothes and bending you over her leg.

"You know how I feel about brats yet you still choose to act like one huh" she spoke sliding her fingers up your folds, slightly rubbing your clit.

You whine as you pushed back into her making her spank you hard. You moan as the sensation goes straight to your core. Oh how you wish you has just been a good girl.

"Tonight mon amour you'll be counting and I'll be spanking" she cooed as she caressed your ass cheeks. You knew too well what was about to go down.

Smack.

"One"

Smack

"Two"

Smack

"F-fuck tish" you tried to move away from her hold to only earn another hard slap to your already burning ass. Tears started to form in your eyes as the pain becomes unbearable.

Mortica grabbed both your hands and pressed them firmly against your back, keeping your body close to her.

" brats take what their given" she growled as she continued to leave her hand print against the skin of your ass.

You then tried moving again but she grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back, making you let out a pornographic moan that was music to her ears. She gave you another slap to your ass making you jolt.

" such a good girl for mommy, taking her so well" she cooed in your ear kissing your earlobe as she went back to slapping your ass.

All you could do was take it. Regret was killing you but at the same time you were loving it.

After she was finished she picked you up and gently placed you on the bed, looking at you with pure love and adoration in her eyes.

" I'm sorry" you mumbled, tucking a strand of hair from her face to place it behind her ear, she smiled softly at you and placed a kiss on your nose.

"It's ok baby, je vous aimed" she whispered kissing you softly. The kiss was slowly and soft, sending electricity through you. You sighed into it. Morticia's kisses always made you feel so loved.

" Je t'aime aussi" you whispered, watching as she gasped in surprise. She chuckled softly as she kissed you again, pouring all her love for you into it.

She picked you up bridal style, making sure not to break the kiss before taking you into the bathroom to give you a shower.

She sat you down in the bathtub your back pressed against her front as she took her time and carefully washed your back as she left kisses along your spine.

You laid back into her as she left marks on your neck. You've never been more loved.

" I'd buy you the world if I could" she whispered, holding you tight around your mid section. The only thing you could focus on is the butterflies in your stomach and the closeness of your wife.

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domripley · 1 year ago

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In the Night

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/Reader; Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff; Wanda Maximoff/Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff/Reader.

Warnings/Tags: Dom Wanda, Dom Carol, Dom Natasha, Gangbang, Double Penetration, Sub Reader, Light Angst in the begging, Verbal Humiliation, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Mommy Kink, Daddy Kink, No Powers AU. Also hints at Supernatural AU.

Summary: After getting dumped, your coworker, Wanda gives you two nights to remember.

The night went great at first, your girlfriend had taken you out for a date at a fancy restaurant. But when she told you the real reason she took you out, you wanted to cry. Having taken you out just to dump you, you were heartbroken. So you rightfully walked out of the restaurant, not even caring that it was nine-thirty at night. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could, not wanting to be in the cold for too long. Thankfully, your apartment was only a mile away, so it wasn’t that much of a walk. The area was peaceful, and so you really didn’t mind. Plus, it gave you time to think.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, wishing you had brought a jacket out with you. But of course, you didn’t expect to have to walk home. Wanting to get home and cuddle up with your cat, Smokey, but as you continued you noticed a figure approaching you. Normally, you’d cross the street, not wanting to bump into someone, but tonight you didn’t care.

You were trying to hold back tears as the person got closer, and when you finally walked passed, the woman stopped you. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, which made you confused. How would she know you were even upset, it wasn’t light out - the reason it wasn’t pitch black out was do to the street lamps every few feet.

“Y-yeah, uh,” you began, but the woman cut you off.

“(Your Name)?” you met the woman’s eyes, realizing that it was one of your coworkers. Lovely. “What’re you doing out so late? And without a jacket?”

“I was, well, I just went out for a walk. Didn’t realize I’d be out this long,” you lied. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Just came back from a friend’s house. Since Halloween is in two days, we’re hosting an annual party a bunch of my friends put together! We have one the night before for just close friends, and then on Halloween is bigger. Hey, I know we don’t know each other well, but if you’d like to come for both, you’re more than welcome to!”

“I’m not sur-”

“There’s free food for both days,”

“Alright, I’m in. Text me the address, yeah?” you asked with a sigh. Free food was usually the reasons you went any other party. But with Wanda telling you this, you figured she was fine with you just coming for the free food.

“Of course!”

Before leaving, she texted you the address. Telling her you couldn’t wait, you began your walk home again. Usually you weren’t a party-goer, but you had to admit, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Wanda. You had met her on your first day at work in the used bookstore three months ago, but never had a chance to get to know her. Now, newly single, you thought it’d be nice to at least become friends.

That night you picked out your favorite skirt, and a graphic-t of a band you used to listen to in high school. You wanted to feel comfortable, and you were becoming anxious by the minute. Maybe it was a costume party? Maybe you should text Wanda and find out. No, that would be bugging, and you didn’t want to bug her. All of these thoughts ran through your head, and you knew they were unnecessary. You’ve worked with this woman for three whole months, but why was she only trying to be friends now?

—

The next day came quick, and by the time five o'clock came around, you were ready to head out. Typing the address into Google maps, you realized it was a half an hour away, so you grabbed a light snack and headed out. You got there at five-forty-five, and as you finished up your bag of chips you brought, you silently hoped she didn’t give you the wrong address.

Locking up your car, you made your way up the stairs, and you were surprised she gave you the address to this place. It was bigger than any of the other houses on the street, and usually you’d stay away from places like this. A part of you told yourself to run away, like the characters you always yell at in horror movies. But today you were throwing it all out of the window, what did you have to lose?

When you went to knock on the door, you were surprised when a woman opened it. “You must be, (Your Name),”

“Ah-yeah. That would be me.” you smiled shyly at the redhead.

“Come on in,” she continued, “I’m Natalia, by the way.”

“It’s-uh. It’s nice to meet you, Nat.”

–

As she led you to what it appeared to be a living room, you were greeted with the smell of fresh popcorn. You’ve always loved the smell. As soon as you walked in, you noticed there were only seven people in there. Of course, one was Wanda, who rushed over to you.

“Hey! I’m so glad you came,” she smiled, pulling you into a hug. You gladly hugged her back, and when she pulled away, her face lit up. “Let me introduce you to everyone!”

She took your hand, leading you to some of her friends. “(Your Name), this is Clint, James - but we call him Bucky, and Steve.” she explained, and you gave them a shy smile.

“Hey, I’m (Your Name).”

“Hello,” Bucky smiled, sticking out his hand. You gladly shook his hand, shocked that it was freezing cold.

“Your hand are so cold!” you stated. Chuckling as you pulled yours away. Before he could respond, Wanda wrapped her arm around you. Leading you towards the redhead you had met at the door, along with two other women.

“This is Maria, Carol, and you already met Natasha!” she smiled as she stood and talked to Maria. Both Carol and Natasha began a conversation with you. They were gorgeous, and as you continued to talk to them, Wanda’s arm would travel down your back.

“You didn’t tell us how pretty she is, Wan.” Carol smiled, biting her lip.

“So, so pretty,” Natasha added.

Maria walked away with a smirk, telling she’d talk to the three of you later. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you tried your best to hide it.

“Hey, would you like to go exploring, maybe talk a bit? Privately?” Wanda rolled her eyes as her friends continued to follow the two of you. “Sorry about them they can be a bit much at times.”

“You’re friends are fine, they’re both really pretty,”

“You think so?” Wanda asked with a smirk that made you blush. You shouldn’t have said that, but you really didn’t care. you were throwing all your rules away lately.

“I-I do,” you admit, cursing yourself for getting shy all of a sudden. Wanda didn’t laugh, which made you a lot better. Instead she led only smiled and led you up the stairs.

“Mm, good to know. They think you’re very pretty,” she said, and you bit your lip to try and keep the whimper from escaping your throat.

Maybe you wanted to be fucked where her friend’s could easily walk in.

“What’s wrong, (Your Name)?” she asked.

“I’d rather not annoy you with the things that are bugging me,” you continued. “Just some stuff, but it’s okay. I’m having fun here, and I don’t want to kill the mood.”

Wanda gave you a small smile, before saying, “Was it your girlfriend?” Your brows furrow at what she said. How did she know? She must have realized you were confused, so followed up with. “You didn’t bring her, so I figured it had something to do with her.”

You took a deep breath, “Yeah. She actually broke up with me on our date. But it’s honestly okay, I’ve realized some things that I hadn’t before. Yes, it hurt she did that, but I think I’ll be okay.”

She pulled you into a hug, giving you a kiss on the check. Catching you off guard, but certainly not unwelcomed, you let out a whine. Eyes going wide, you tried to form the words, but they weren’t coming out. Wanda chuckled, “What’s got you all jumpy?”

You thankfully had a good excuse, “This house…just, something about it.” Which wasn’t a lie, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Oh this house? Don’t worry too much about it. Bucky o-his great-great grandfather owned it way back in the day. So it was recently passed on to him, plus I like the creepy vibe it gives.” she shrugged, and your eyes widened.

“Would you like to see the upstairs? There’s some really interesting artifacts upstairs, I’d love to show you!”

“Oh-oh no, I don’t want to intrude,”

“Love, you’re my guest, and he’s my friend. I wouldn’t take you somewhere where I couldn’t go or if he didn’t want anyone else to see. Promise.” she held up her pinkie, and you hooked yours with hers.

Still holding onto your pinky, Wanda led you up the stairs. For a decade old mansion, the stairs weren’t as creaky. The thought was pushed out of your mind when you reached the top of the stairs. Wanda wasn’t lying about the interesting part, but the box in the corner was the thing that really caught your eye.

“What's… is that a coffin?” you were ready to turn back and head down the stairs when Wanda laughed softly.

“Baby, it’s just a prop Bucky’s father got from a really movie called ‘Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein’. It’s a movie that came out in 1984, I promise it’s not real.” Wanda explained, and you were finally able to breathe.

“I think I’ve seen that when I was younger,” you commented.

—

Taking you all the way through the second floor, you smiled every time Wanda stopped to explain something to you. As you reached the stairs to go to the third floor, Wanda stopped you.

“Can I be honest with you about something, (Your Name)?” her voice was soft as she reached out for your hands. When you nodded, she continued. “You’re a sweet girl, and I wish I had gotten to know you more instead of just waiting and stepping up now. I was just nervous, wasn’t sure if you’d even give me the time of day.

"Y-yeah?” you felt your cheeks heat up. You knew you shouldn’t overreact, but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah.” she smiled.

“I would have given you the time. I am now aren’t I?”

You leaned in to kiss her, only for her to turn her head. “I’m so sorry,” you were embarrassed, wanting to turn and leave, Wanda grabbed your hand.

“No, no you’re okay! I just, I don’t want you to be put in a position like this, especially since what happened last night. Unless you want it, and if you do half way through decided that you don’t want to do this anymore, I’d stop if you changed your mind.” she assured, and you bit your lip.

“It’s much appreciated, I’ll be honest, I really want… want to do things with you. I just don’t want you to feel like you’re a rebound.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t feel like one. Honest.” she promised, lifting your chin with two of her fingers.

“Would you like to come upstairs with me?” she asked, sticking out her hand. You trusted her, even if you changed your mind halfway through, you knew she would stop. So you took her hand, leading you up the second flight of stairs.

When you got to the top of the stairs, she led you around the corner, surprised to see that this floor wasn’t as fancy as the second. You still looked at the stuff in the hallways, until you reached the first door.

“In here?” You went to reach for the door handle, but Wanda stopped.

“No not that one, we’re going four rooms down on this side of the hallway,” she smiled, and as you made your way to the room, she lightly pushed you against the door.

“If you want to stop no matter what, whether it’s too much or you changed your mind about doing this, I won’t be upset. I promise.” she smiled against your neck.

“I know, please…” you trailed off as she kissed your neck.

Running her tongue up from your neck to your ear, Wanda chuckled as you let out a gasp. “Such a pretty girl, did'ya wear this outfit for me?”

You nodded, unable to form the words you wanted to say. But that wasn’t good enough for her; she wanted to hear you. Stopping her movements, Wanda whispered in your ear, “Use your words, or I’ll stop and leave you, because I just know that pretty pussy of yours is soaked.”

“Yes, yes I wore it for you! Tried to impress you,” you admitted, and this seemed to make Wanda happy.

“You tell me if something I do is too much, even if it’s my words. Tell me if I cross the line,” she whispered, and you told her you would. “Gonna give you some safewords, you know what a safeword is, correct?”

“I do,” you said as she pulled away from you.

“Good girl.” she praised. “We’ll do the traffic light system. Red for stop completely, yellow for slow down, and green is 'I’m okay, you can continue’. If you are unable to tell me a color, I stop immediately. I’m not going to gag you, I want to hear you.”

“Wanda?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to fuck me here?” You said, turning your head in the direction the two of you came in. The thought of her friends catching you made you breathe heavy, and your knees weak. She leaned in again, her lips ghosting your ear, “Mhm.” she hummed.

Pulling up your skirt for her, Wanda got down on her knees. “Hold that pretty skirt up for me, gonna eat your pussy.” she smirked, looking up at you.

She slid your panties down to your ankles before leaning in to kiss your thighs. You bit your lip as she kissed your wet cunt, earning a whimper from you. Wanda took that as her cue to give you what you wanted. She ran her tongue through your folds before pulling away, biting both of your thighs before she returned to your core.

“Oh god, Wanda, please please,” you weren’t sure what you were begging for but thankfully Wanda got the hint.

Pulling away, she stood up, “Want you to get off on my boot. Can you do that, baby? Then gonna take you inside and fuck you good.” she said as you moved down so you could get to where you needed.

“You look so pretty down there, such pretty eyes. Kind of want you to suck on my strap before I fuck you. Wanna see those pretty eyes tear up.” she moaned as you began your movements.

Rubbing your soaked pussy against her boot, you picked up your pace. You had a feeling someone was going to catch you, but your thoughts went away when two of Wanda’s fingers pushed into your mouth. Smirking at you she instructed, “Suck.” and you did just that. You could feel yourself growing closer to coming, the way her fingers pushed deeper into your mouth sent more pleasure to your soaked cunt.

You mumbled, “Gonna come.” Against her fingers, but you were glad she understood what you were trying to say. Wanda allowed you to continue your movements.

“You look so pretty, you’re such a desperate little slut you’ll get off on anything, huh?” she asked, pulling her fingers out of your mouth. Wiping them on your face, she continued. “You wanna come, hm? Beg me.”

“Please, please Wan. Please let me come!” you cried out, holding onto her thigh as you grew closer. Trying your best to hold back the orgasm that was close to coming. Before she could answer, you felt your orgasm ripped through. But as soon as it was there, it was gone as she moved her boot away.

“You’re a bad girl, (Your Name). I was going to give you what you want, but since you’re a slut, I’ve got to punish you. Don’t I?” she asked, helping you up to your feet, and soon into the room finally.

You realized it looked like someone was living in the room, and had been there recently. You’d normally ask why it looked like that, but you figured it was an extra room for a guest. “Strip for me, and maybe I won’t punish you.” she said, stepping back as you sat on the bed. Doing as you were told, you quickly took your shirt off, only to be stopped when you had it over your head.

“Slower, slut.” she demanded, her eyes never leaving you.

As you continued to get undressed, Wanda pulled her pants down, revealing that she was packing. Once you had your skirt off, she helped you to your knees. Without being told, you wrapped your lips around the tip of the toy, earning a dark chuckle from the brunette.

“I didn’t even need to tell you what to do, you’re just a good little slut. Tell me, have you ever sucked a strap before?” she asked, and when you hummed, she pushed you further on to the toy. “Thought so.”

You pushed her strapon deeper into your throat until your nose hit her stomach. Holding your head down on it, Wanda finally pulled away moments later to let you breathe. Sighing as she watched a strand of drool followed with your mouth. When you finally caught your breath, you went back sucking her strap. Making sure it was wet enough for you, Wanda didn’t seem to care. The look on her face was all you needed to keep going, even if you looked like a mess.

Your eyes were tearing up, and you knew the makeup you spent an hour on was messed up. Finally Wanda pushed you off of the toy. “On the bed, spread your legs so I can see your pretty little pussy.”

Doing as you were told, you laid down on your back. Wanda’s eyes never left you, watching the way you took your time. As you opened your legs, she pushed them apart faster, not wanting to waste any more time. “Before we start, I’m going to remind you of the three safewords: 'Green’ is for keep going, 'yellow’ is for slow down, but don’t stop, and 'red’ is for stop. You can use them any time you want, and I promise I’ll respect it. I won’t be upset or disappointed, I’ll be proud of you.”

You nodded in agreement, tensing up as her hands lightly moved down your thighs. Making sure you were staying in place as the toy was pushed up against you, Wanda asked “Color, (Your Name)?”, and you answered with “Green”.

“Good girl, now beg me to fuck you. Wanna hear your pretty voice begging to be used,” she cooed, your cheeks heating up as the tip of the toy rubbed through your folds. You were trying to get the words out, but as her movements continued, you were unable to think. “Aw, are you unable to think when you’re getting touched?” she asked with mock-sympathy as she pulled away. Laughing at the whine that left your throat, you knew you were going to have to answer before she continued.

“Please, please give it to me, need it so bad!” you cried out, and thankfully Wanda gave into you quickly.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute, I usually have sluts like you begging more than that,” she groaned, slowly pushing into you. The strapon was bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, so as she eased in, she rubbed at your clit to help you adjust a little easier. “You’re such a good girl, taking all of my cock so easily. You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Yes, Wanda,” you promised, closing your eyes. Wanda took the time to get the bottle of lube from the bedside table. If you weren’t so focused on her strap in your pussy, you’d ask her how she got the bottle without moving a muscle. The thought of it was wiped out when Wanda slapped your clit, moving slowly so you could still adjust.

“Please, Wan, I need it,” you begged, and she was happy to oblige.

Her pace picked up, moving her hands so she could keep your legs open. You didn’t care about being quiet, as she fucked into you harder. “I’m yours, all yours. Wanda please, please!” you cried out, the words couldn’t come out faster as her thumb returned to your clit.

“Yeah? You’re all mine?” she asked with a chuckle. Pushing your knees up to your chest so she could get a better angle, you realized that she was fully clothed - minus her pants. You loved the feeling of being naked for her, especially since she still had clothes on.

When she pulled out of you, Wanda was quick to flip you over onto your side. Getting on the bed behind you, Wanda slid the toy back into you as she hooked her arm around your leg.

“Such a good girl for me. Tell me when you’re ready to come.” she moaned, gently kissing your shoulder. You reached down to play with your clit, but Wanda stopped your hand. “You gotta ask for permission to play with what’s mine, slut.”

“Please let me touch my clit? I’m already so close, wanna come so bad!”

“Play with your clit, make yourself come on my cock,” she moaned, the toy on her end was bringing her closer to the edge.

Wanda put her fingers into your mouth as came, you began to try and fuck her back the best you could. As she helped you through your orgasm, she came with a gasp. When your breathing steadied, and so did hers, she pulled out of you. Wrapping her arms around you, you closed your eyes.

—-

You woke up, Wanda had her pants back on, and you were fully dressed. You were still in her arms. You groaned as you stretched, not wanting to get up.

“Mm, hello Sleeping Beauty,” she hummed, kissing you on the cheek. You weren’t aware of when you fell asleep or how long; you did know that it was the best sleep you’ve had in a long time.

“How long was I sleeping for?” you asked, sitting up.

“Oh, its eight in the morning. You had fallen asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you. Especially since you were sleeping so comfortably.” she smiled, watching as you slowly got off the bed.

“Do you want to get something to eat? I’ll pay,” she offered, but you shook your head. You didn’t want to have her pay, and you were having to leave to get ready for tonight.

“No, it’s okay. Plus I’m sure Smokey is freaking out, wondering where I’m at.” you smiled, and Wanda nodded.

“Alright, let me at least walk you downstairs?”

“Yes please, I think I’d get lost in this place.”

—

You said your goodbyes, even as you noticed both Carol and Natasha up and early. They waved goodbye to you as both Wanda and you passed them. “Am I going to see you tonight?” she asked as you reached the front door.

“Definitely! I mean, if you want me to come still!” you felt your face heat up, embarrassed by the effect Wanda had on you.

“Of course, come around four tonight if that’s okay! I want you to personally meet my friends.” she smiled, leaning up to give you a kiss on the cheek.

—-

You weren’t sure what you were going to wear, not sure if it was even a costume party or not. So, you decided to where something simple: sweatpants and a hoodie. Even though at first you didn’t really want to go to the party (but went so you could hangout with Wanda), now you really wanted to go. Wanda was going to introduce you to all of her friends, since last night she spent it mostly with you.

It made you nervous - you wanted her friends to like you, so you hoped for the best. Three pm arrived, and you headed out for the same spot. Since the party wasn’t starting until nine, you weren’t sure what else Wanda wanted to do. Hoping that you’d get more alone time with her.

You got there at three-fifty due to traffic, but when you get there, you still take your time getting up the stairs. When you knocked on the door, Bucky answered the door.

“Hello, (Your Name),” he smiled. “Come on in, Wanda’s just getting ready. She’ll be down in a few minutes.”

You figured that she was staying the night in the house since it would be easier than having to drive back and forth. Especially since she didn’t work the last two days. He led you to the large living room, where Carol was sitting on Natasha lap.

“Hey, (Your Name)!” Carol smirked, and your eyes widened. You knew someone was bound to hear the noises you were making, and now she was going to bring it up.

“H-hey,” you gave a small smile, and as Carol was about to say something else, Wanda cut her off.

Coming over near you, Wanda gave you a hug. You noticed she smelled like strawberries, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You look lovely, Wan.” you smiled, the heat from your cheeks returned as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. You noticed the other women staring at the two of you in a way you couldn’t explain.

“I know you weren’t able to talk that much yesterday, but Carol and Nat are special to me. I really want you guys to hit it off!”

—-

The four of you got talking, and you found out that you had a lot in common. But as the conversation got going, it took a turn that you couldn’t complain about. Natasha had asked what the two of you what doing last night, because they heard you. You hid your behind Wanda, not wanting them to see your blush. You couldn’t care less about them knowing - especially since they heard what was happening.

Wanda didn’t say anything, and you all moved on from the subject. You excused yourself to the bathroom, and once you were down one of the many long hallways, you realized that you hadn’t asked where the bathroom was. So you decided to try and find it on your own instead of going back and asking.

Where the hell is the bathroom, you said to yourself. You wished you went back to ask for help, but it was a little too late for that. So as you pushed each door open slightly, you hoped to find it soon. As you opened it, you had caught Wanda’s friend, Steve, on his knees. You couldn’t tell who was in front of him, but you were quick to apologize as you shut the door. Turning around, you almost jumped out of your skin when Wanda was behind you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just you didn’t ask where the bathroom is and I didn’t want you to get lost.” she smiled softly. You gave her a smile, taking her hand as she led you to the bathroom.

“Hey, Wanda?” you whispered as you reached the bathroom. She stopped right in front of the door, eyes locked on you.

“Yeah, love?”

You weren’t sure on what you wanted to say, but the way she was staring made you feel warm. So you decided to go with your gut. “I know we hooked up yesterday but we’ve known each other for a few months, and I’m just now getting to know both Carol and Nat. But-”

“You think they’re very attractive and you wouldn’t mind doing things with them and me tonight if they were up for it?” she asked casually, causing your jaw to drop.

“How did y-you know?” you asked, baffled.

“I can read minds.” she winked, and you laughed. You weren’t entirely sure how she guessed it, but she was in fact right. Although unsure of what to do with the feelings, especially since you liked Wanda. Was she even okay with it? You had to ask her, but you weren’t sure of how you were going to express it.

“Wan…” you trailed off but she pulled you into a hug.

“If you’re wondering whether or not I’m upset about your feelings. I’m not, trust me. I’m more than okay with it, and of course, if you don’t want to do anything with them, and it’s just a thought, I would never have you do anything you don’t want to do.” she assured, and although it was comforting, you were still curious on how she knew what you were thinking. Shaking the thought out of your head, you walked into the bathroom when Wanda told you she’d wait outside for you.

“Let’s go back to the party, I’ll give you some free food that I promised.” she chuckled as you took her hand.

—–

You walked straight to the food table, where Steve and Bucky were arguing over which type of cheesecake was better. When they turned to you, Steve’s face went bright red. “Oreo cheesecake is my favorite, however regular is just as good.” you smile, taking a small piece from the table.

You found Wanda on the couch, talking to both Carol and Natasha. You quickly sat down next to her, your head leaning against her shoulder as she continued to talk. An hour went by, and you noticed that everyone was beginning to leave, except for the small group that was there last night.

“So what do ya guys want to do? The night’s still young,” Bucky asked, climbing onto the couch, you heard Carol groan as he almost fell on top of her. To avoid being anymore uncomfortable, she climbed on to Natasha’s lap.

“I mean, we could watch horror movie?” you suggested, and Bucky’s eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Yeah? Which one?”

“Well, I have a few in my car that I bring with me on long roadtrips with friends. I can go get them if you want!” you smile, hoping you didn’t just embarrass yourself (a fear you’ve never really gotten over since high school), but when they all collectively said yes, you get up quickly.

“I’ll go with you.” Wanda smiled, getting up off the couch just as quickly as you did. “You’re not stealing our seats.” she made sure they knew before the two of you headed out of the mansion.

Once at your car, you popped the trunk, and Wanda stood close behind you. “So,” she started, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Yes, Wan?” you asked bending down to grab the tub full of movies. You grabbed the tub with your one arm, holding it to your hip as you shut the trunk.

“You’re so cute.” she smirked, taking a hold of the movies. She sat them on the trunk of your car so she could push you up against it.

“Da-Wanda, please,”

You caught yourself slipping, only stopping because you weren’t sure if she was into it. You waited patiently for her to respond, unsure if she truly caught on to what you had begun to say.

“What do you want, baby? You want me to fuck you right out here against your car?” she asked, grinding against your ass. The strapon she was wearing was bigger than the one she used on you last night - you were sure of it.

“N-no, want you to-” you cut yourself off with a moan. “Carol and Nat-”

Wanda pulled away from you so you were able to think. You wanted to tell her right then and there, but the words weren’t forming. As she began to walk away, you stopped her.

“What do you want, baby? You can tell me, I won’t judge.” she smirked, moving closer once again. Now with her chest against your own, Wanda kissed you.

“Want Carol and Natasha to…fuck me with you,” you finally admit. Waiting for Wanda to respond, you began to grow anxious.

“Are you sure, baby? You thought about it enough, because if you want to do this, I promise it doesn’t have to be tonight.” she assured you, but you shook your head.

“I’m sure, I promise.”

Wanda hummed, “Alright sweet girl. Let’s get back inside, and we’ll watch the movie, and I’ll talk to them if you’d like?”

“S-sounds good.”

—-

As soon as you made your way back inside, you noticed that Natasha was sitting on the couch that Wanda and you were sitting at. She didn’t seem to mine - especially since the seats that you were once sitting in were still empty. You sat down next to Natasha, as you looked through the movies.

“We can either watch: House of Wax, The Blair Witch Project, or, since it’s Halloween: Halloween.”

“Halloween sounds good to me,”

—

You had paid attention to most of the movie, occasionally looking away as Wanda placed her hand on your thigh. She was teasing you, and it was definitely working. You tried your best to sit still, but when you had enough, you pulled the blanket off the couch from behind. Thanking whoever because everyone was watching the movie. Wanda leaned in, whispering to you, telling you to open your legs. With Natasha next to you, you were sure you’d get caught.

She slipped her hand quickly down your sweatpants, but slowly rubbed the tips of her fingers against your soaked panties. “You’ve already soaked through your panties? You’re a needy little slut aren’t you?” You gasped as she slid your panties to the side, a single finger of hers running through your folds slowly.

“Can you be quiet baby girl? Everyone’s distracted with the movie, do you think you can get away with coming? Hm?”

You hummed in response, bracing yourself as she slipped a finger into your soaked cunt. Moving it as slow as she could, she turned back to the movie. Trying your best to stay still, you bit your lip hard enough that you broke the skin. From what you could tell, you were silent. But when the redhead turned to you, you knew you were caught. Natasha leaned in, pushing the tip of her nose against your cheek. “You okay?”

Before you could get an answer out, Wanda added a second finger. You tried your best with forming the words - or anything to avoid the embarrassment that was about to happen. Maybe you were being louder than what you initially thought.

“Mm, Wanda told Carol and I what you want. If you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. There’s no hard feelings,” Natasha smiled, assuring something that you already knew. But you were thankful they were serious about your feelings.

“My mind has-hasn’t changed!” you cry out, wishing you were able to keep your composure. This time, you knew you had been caught for sure.

Natasha whispered, “You’re not very good at being quiet, (Your Name). It also doesn’t help that I can hear your desperate little pussy. You’re so wet, you’re driving me crazy, baby.” As Wanda continued to fuck you nice and slow.

Pulling her fingers out, Wanda brought them up to her own lips. Making sure that her eyes were on yours. You broke eye contact when Natasha’s hand slipped between your sweats. “Are you okay with this, baby? Are you okay with me playing with this pretty pussy?” she whispered, smirking against your neck when you nodded.

“You’re being so good for us, being so quiet. But later tonight, you can be as loud as you want. We wanna hear those pretty little moans.” the words that were coming out of Natasha were making you want more. She seemed to notice, because instantly, she leaned in and continued. “Carol and I heard you last night. The way you were begging Wanda, the way you came. You sound so pretty when you come, (Your Name).”

You let out a soft whimper as Natasha pushed two fingers into your cunt. Unlike Wanda, she sped up almost instantly. Fucking her fingers into you, Natasha looked at Wanda. Giving her a nod as if they were silently communicating with each other, she slid a third finger in. You couldn’t contain your movements any longer, so as you began to fuck yourself on her fingers, she pulled out.

“I never gave you permission to fuck my fingers back,” she tsked. “Unlike Wanda, I’m strict.” she smirked. Sucking her fingers, she hummed at the taste.

“Please…” you whined, and Wanda turned to both Natasha and you.

“What do you want, baby girl? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Wanna go upstairs now, fuck the movie.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

—–

As the three of you excused yourselves to go upstairs (only getting a confused look from Steve, and a smirk from Bucky), you told them they can watch the other movies you brought in from your car. As the three of you made it to the stairs, Natasha pushed you up against the wall. “Can’t wait to have you coming for me.”

When you reached the same room you were in the night before, you were surprised to find Carol sitting on the bed. Both Natasha and Wanda didn’t seem fazed, so you just shook it off. You watched as all three women sat down on the bed, eyes never leaving you as you shut the door.

“You ready? Color?” Wanda asked, and you focused on her.

“I’m ready, and green.”

“Undress for us, and get on your knees, princess.”

You slowly took your clothes off, thankful that you had decided to wear something simple. Slipping the sweats down to your ankles, you were quick to kick them off as you moved to your shirt.

“Such a good girl, doing what you’re told. Are you more into praise, or being degraded, detka?” Natasha asked, watching you throw your shirt into the pile of your clothes. “Knees Carol. Help her take off those pretty panties.”

“B-both.” you admitted, earning a smirk from the redhead.

You turned so you were facing the blonde, already on her knees. Not even paying attention to how fast she jumped off the bed - you were way too focused on the desperate look on her face. Running her fingers up your thighs, Carol let out a dark chuckle as you whimpered. She hooked her fingers around your panties, looking up at you as she slowly pulled them down. You gasped as Wanda came up behind you, quickly unhooking your bra.

“Be a good girl now and get on your knees.” Wanda whispered, kissing the back of your neck.

You did as you were told, and as you waited for further instructions, you stayed still. As if to read your mind, Wanda stood up to unbuckle her pants. You knew what she wanted. Pulling the belt from the loops, she threw it on the ground. Stopping her hands from going further, you pulled her pants down for her.

“How much do you want my cock, princess?” she asked, combing her fingers through your hair. You gasped as she pulled your head back by your hair as she pulled her strapon out of the briefs she had on.

“So much, please Wanda. Please give it to me.”

Slapping the toy against your cheek before rubbing it against your lips, Wanda pushed the tip into your mouth. You took it into your mouth more, getting half way before it hit the back of your throat. Wanda held your head in place as she moved the toy out of your mouth.

“If it gets to be too much, you let go of Carol’s hand. Okay?” Wanda instructed, and you nodded. Knowing that she wanted actual words.

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

Carol got closer to you before grabbing your hand, watching closely as Wanda tipped your head back. “Open that pretty mouth of yours.” You did as you were told, as she let go of your head to lean in, she pushed two of her fingers into your mouth.

“You’re such a good slut for me, can’t wait to see my friends use your pretty little holes.” Wanda cooed, pulling her fingers out of your mouth. Wiping them on your cheek while Natasha walked over to the closet.

Holding the base of the cock, Wanda guided it back into your mouth. You took Carol’s hand once more, as Wanda began to fuck your face. “You look so fucking good like this, sucking my cock like a good little slut.” she praised, watching as you pull off to breathe.

“Good girl, (Your Name). Carol’s gonna lay down on her back, and I want you to sit on her strap.”

“Wait,” Natasha stopped you as Wanda helped you to your feet. “I kinda want to prep her.” Wanda looked at you to see if your face showed any sign of displeasure.

“You okay with her stretching your ass? Color?” Wanda had to make sure you were a hundred percent okay with it.

“Green, Wanda,” you assured her.

“Good, now bend over the bed. Gonna stretch you, get you prepped for my cock.” she smirked, licking her lips as you did what you were told. You looked back, watching as Carol went to grab something’s out of the dresser drawer. Unfortunately, you were unable to see exactly what she was grabbing. “You tell me if any of this is too much. Even if you’re in the middle of making Carol come, or even Wanda. I will check in with you during each step. Understood?”

“I understand.”

You waited for a few minutes as Natasha gathered a few things to use on you. Beginning to grow impatient, you whined as Wanda sat in front of you. Stroking your hair, she was still fully clothed, as was Carol. Hearing a cap being opened, you let out a whimper. Natasha carefully squirted some of the lube onto her fingers before rubbing them against your tight hole.

“You still good, (Your Name)? Color?” she asked, stilling her fingers.

“Green.”

When you had given her your color, she continued her movements. Dipping a finger slowly into your entrance, she used her free hand to rub at your clit. Carol began to take her clothes off, watching as Natasha worked her finger into you more.

“Gonna have you make Carol come, slut,” Natasha said. Pulling her hand away from your clit to slap your thigh, causing you to cry out.

Wanda moved from in front of you to let Carol could take her place. The blonde lifted your head by gripping your chin, she scooted down so you were able to reach her wet cunt. “That’s a good girl.” she moaned as you ran your tongue lightly through her folds.

“Going for a second finger, printsessa.” Natasha warned you, and you hummed against Carol. You waited as she squeezed a little more lube onto her finger, the cool texture made you whimper. You pulled back, looking up at the blonde - you wanted to try to be a tease, but that didn’t last long. Pulling your face back to her pussy, she let a chuckle as you went to work again.

“You’re such a good girl, would you like me to play with your pretty pussy?” Wanda asked, moving next to Natasha. Watching as Natasha began to pull her fingers out to the tips, and push them back in now with a third finger.

You hummed against Carol’s pussy, reaching up with your right hand rub at her clit. You closed your eyes as you felt Wanda’s fingers rubbing your clit. “Don’t get distracted, princess. Wanda will take her fingers away from your greedy cunt of yours.” Natasha warned.

“I-oh-” you cut yourself off, feeling Natasha slip her fingers out of your ass. Soon pushing a small plug into you to replace her fingers. “Fuck.”

“Yeah? You like that, (Your Name)? Going to keep that in until we’re ready to fuck your ass, understand? Color?” she asked, slapped your ass as Carol grabbed your wrist to stop your movements, even as she was growing closer to the edge.

“I-I understand. Green.” as soon as you said the color, Carol let go of your wrist, and you continued to fuck her with your fingers. Wanda pushed a finger into your entrance as Natasha moved to sit next to Carol. You were focused on making Carol come, pushing in a second finger into her, you watched as the redhead got up to grab something in the next room. Unsure of what it was, you shook the thought out of your head so you could focus.

“You’re going to make me come, add a third finger,” she moaned, and you did just that. Curling your fingers up as as you rubbed her clit with your thumb, she cried out. “Just like that, baby.”

Fucking her fast as Wanna mimicked your movements, Carol came as you curled your fingers once more. Your whole hand soaked from her, she pulled your hand up to her mouth, she cleaned it off. Watching as her tongue traced your skin, you let out a whimper.

Natasha came back into the room both of her hands holding a toy and it’s harness. "Gonna fuck you so good, are you going to be a good girl, (Your Name)? Because bad little whores get nothing.” Natasha smirked as you let out a whimper. Wanda helped you to your feet before she sat down on the bed.

“Come sit on my cock while they get ready, baby,” she said, and you moved closer to her. Pulling Wanda’s shirt up over her head, you lowered yourself onto the strap before unclasping her bra.

“Fuck, I don’t think I could get tired of watching her stretch on a strap,” Carol moaned as she tightened the harness around her waist.

“Please, Wan.” you whined as she held you still. You wanted to be fucked, but you soon realized she wasn’t quite wanting to fuck you yet.

“No, I’ll fuck you only if Nat and Carol think tou should be fucked, princess.” she smirked, kissing your back softly. Natasha tilted her head as if she was contemplating on what she should do.

“I think (Your Name) should fuck your cock. Why should you do all the work?” You bit your lip at her words as Wanda leaned back, resting on her elbows.

You began to move slowly, trying to get a pace that you liked. Wanda held onto your waist as she guided you on her strap, letting a soft moan as it brushed against her clit as you fucked it. “Look how pretty you are, slut. When you want to come, you ask. Understood?” Natasha asked slapping your as soon as she got closer to you.

“Y-yes, Nat-” Wanda cut you off with a slap to your ass.

“You’re going to call me 'Mommy’ for the rest of the night,” she said, pinching at your nipples as you continued to ride the toy. You moaned out, earning a slap to your face. “Mm, you liked that, princess? You like riding Daddy’s cock? Tell her, don’t tell me.”

“Oh god-” you swallowed, trying to form the words that you wanted to say. “Wanda I love riding your cock, please fuck me back, please. Please!”

Wanda stopped your movements, pushing you down on her strap so you couldn’t move. “What did Natasha call me, baby girl?” she asked, bringing her right hand to lightly, but firmly slap your cheek.

“D-Daddy,” you whispered as Carol wrapped a collar around your neck.

“Then call me that if you want baby, I’ve noticed a few slip ups when you almost called me that.” she smirked, leaving small bits on the parts of your arms where she could reach.

“Yes, Daddy,” you cried out as soon as she began fucking up into you.

“You look so good with a collar on, pup,” Carol smirked, rubbing your clit as Wanda continued her movements. You were growing closer to the edge, but you knew you had to ask for permission. The words weren’t coming as Carol sped her fingers up as Wanda continued to fuck you. You weren’t sure what Natasha was doing - too focused on your pleasure to find out.

“I can tell you’re close, baby. Do you wanna come? You know what to do when you need to,” Carol said, voice stern as she slapped your at your cunt.

“You’ll be punished if you come without permission, slut.” Natasha whispered in your ear as she snaked her hand through your hair. Pulling your head back by your hair, Natasha kissed you as her other hand slapped at your breasts. Pinching at your nipples before you broke the kiss.

“Please, Mommy. Please let me come all over her c-cock,” you whimpered, but Wanda stilled as you Carol continued.

“No.” Natasha smirked, helping you off of Wanda’s strap. You groaned at the feeling of being empty, but as the redhead stood you on your feet, you watched Wanda get on the bed so she was propped up on the pillow. “Bend over baby, gonna take the plug out now.”

You did as you were told, trying your best to relax as Natasha rubbed at your ass. Pulling at the toy lightly, she rubbed at your clit as she slowly worked it out of you. As soon as it was out, she slapped your ass. Wanda moved out of the way as Carol took her place. “Sit on Carol’s cock, then wait for instructions,” she stated, watching as you climbed on top of the bed.

Straddling Carol’s strap, she held it in place as you pushed yourself down on it. “So fucking tight, can’t wait for you to come on my cock.” She moaned, biting your shoulder as you let out a gasp. The toy much bigger than the one Wanda fucked you with. Having a few minutes to relax before you felt the bed dip as someone got on.

“Relax baby, the lube’s going to be really cold as you know, but I’ve gotta use much more now.” Natasha warned as you heard the bottle. Waiting in anticipation as she squirted some onto her fingers, you jumped at the cool feeling when she pushed the tip of her finger into your ass. She pulled it out as she lined the toy she was wearing up to your entrance. Wincing as she pushed in at a slow pace, she rubbed at your ass to try and sooth you.

“It’s okay, baby, just breathe.” she cooed, and you nodded against Carol. “You’re doing so good, so fuckin’ proud.” you moaned at the praise as Natasha pulled out. You knew she needed to go slow so she didn’t hurt you, but you began to grow impatient.

Your thoughts left you as Carol’s fingers poked at your lips, which you happily took into your mouth. Humming against them as Natasha pushed back into your ass - this time going halfway in before stopping. “How do you feel, (Your Name)? Color?” she asked, and you pulled your mouth away from her fingers.

“I feel so good, Mommy. So fucking full though, and green.” you smiled. Kissing Carol’s shoulder, you waited until you were fully comfortable before letting Natasha know that you wanted her to start moving. As she waited, she opened the bottle of lube up before squirting some onto the strap, and your ass. She checked as she rubbed up and down your crack teasingly when you finally broke the silence.

“Please, you can move now. Please give it to me,” you whimpered as the redhead did what you wanted. Fucking you at a slow pace, you gasped as Carol reached down the best she could, rubbing against your clit.

“Yeah? You want Mommy to fuck your ass, huh? So fucking full you need more?” she asked, moaning as she began to slowly move.

“Y-yeah!” Earning a laugh from Natasha, she pulled your back against her chest by your hair. Fucking into you at a much faster pace, she whispered, “You tell me if it’s too much, (Your Name). Okay?” licking your neck. You whimpered as she her arm went along your chest to keep you against her as she let go of your hair.

“Mommy- please, so fucking close.” you held on to the headboard as Carol rubbed at your clit once more.

“Yeah? You’re already so close, beg your Daddy to let you come then.” before you could respond, Natasha pulled your hair so that you were looking to the right. You gasped as you found Wanda pumping two fingers into herself as she watched as Carol and Natasha fucked you.

“Did I hear that right, baby? You wanna come on their cocks?” Wanda asked as she got up off the chair. Getting on the bed, she stood on it above Carol. “Suck on my cock while you come then.” she held onto the toy as Natasha pushed you onto it. Taking in as much as you could, Wanda slowly moved you on it, fucking your face at a comfortable pace.

“You look so fucking good sucking her cock, Wanda’s dripping all over me.” Carol moaned, watching as you took the toy deeper. You hummed against it, trying your best to relax your throat. Wanting to make her proud you pulled back, taking a deep breath before taking the whole strap in one go. Your nose pressing into her, you looked at up at her. She smiled down at you, tapping your cheek before pulling out of your mouth.

“Tongue out.” she said, voice stern. She left no room for disobedience, but as Natasha continued to fuck you, the words weren’t processing. Knowing that Wanda would grow impatient, you closed your eyes, and stuck out your tongue. “Never said to shut your eyes, slut. Where’s my good girl? Maybe we should stop fucking you all together. Make you think about how much of a bad girl you are.”

You shook your head, “No, Daddy, I’m sorry.” Opening your eyes as you stuck out your tongue once again.

“Good girl.” she praised.

Leaning in so her face was a few inches from yours, she spat in your mouth before closing in on the space. Kissing you as she held you in place. “Please, please Daddy. I’m gonna come!” you cried as Natasha smacked your ass.

“Come for us, come now.” she said, wrapping her hand around your throat. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you came with a loud cry. As Natasha fucked you through it, Wanda let go of your throat. You laid against Carol as Natasha pulled out. Quick to take off the toy as she left the room once more.

“You did so good for us, baby. Took us all so well, so fucking proud.” Carol whispered, kissing you on the cheek as Wanda lifted you off of her strap. Carrying around the bed, she laid you down in the middle next to the blonde.

“Nat went to grab a few things for you, but she’ll be back.” Wanda smiled, kissing your forehead as she got into the bed next to you.

Carol and Wanda both wrapped their arms around you as you began to drift off to sleep. Only waking back up when Natasha entered the room. “Drink some of this water, you needed it.” she said, leaving no room for you to refuse it.

“Wanda and Carol will take you home when you’re ready to get up.” Natasha stated, leaning over Carol to kiss you on your lips.

—-

After cuddling all three of them for a good hour, you whispered to Wanda that you were ready. Although you would rather stay the night once more, you didn’t want to intrude. “I’ll see you around?” you asked as you gave Natasha a hug goodbye - unsure of why she wasn’t going with them to take you home.

“Maybe,” she winked playfully as Carol, Wanda, and you all made your way out of the bedroom door as soon as you were fully dressed.

You noticed that everyone at the party wasn’t downstairs any more. “You guys wait in the car, I’ll go grab your movies!” Carol said as Wanda took your hand.

Wanda walked you quickly to the car, pushing you up against it. Kissing your lips, she quickly moved down to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath before she pulled away.

“Do-Do you work tomorrow?” you asked as she nuzzled against your neck.

“Mm, no. You?”

“Unfortunately.” you were going to be dead tired, but it was well worth it.

Wanda didn’t respond with words, instead sucking on your neck. You knew it was going to leave a mark, but you couldn’t care less. Pulling away when she heard the front door opening, as you went for the driver’s side, Wanda stopped you in your tracks.

“I’ll drive you to your house, you’re exhausted.” she said as you opened the door to the back seat.

“Alright. But how are you guys getting home?”

“We’ll walk, and before you try and get us to not, it’s okay, we enjoy walking.” she assured you as if she had read your mind.

The ride to your house was silent, but comfortable. It was already beginning to become light out when Carol walked you to the front door. You were thankful that you didn’t have to go to work until four pm.

—

When you woke up, you groaned. You must’ve fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Opening your eyes to look at the clock, your eyes widened as you realized it was already three pm. You slept in way too long, jumping up, you got into the shower. Before you went to work, you texted Wanda saying “Hey”. Something in your gut was telling you to text her. But as you drove to work, you hoped that it wouldn’t be too busy so you could get away with texting.

—

You said hello to your boss before sitting at the front desk. Eyes wide when you noticed the scheduling calendar - noticing that you and Sam were the only ones on it for the whole month. You called for your boss, wanting to know why Wanda wasn’t on it anymore. Considering that she never brought it up to you yesterday, or even the day before.

“What’s up, (Your Name)?” he asked, a concerned look on his face. You weren’t sure how to word it, not wanting to pry in her business. Especially since this was all new to you - just two days ago she was working with you!

“I know it shouldn’t be any of my business, but I just saw her yesterday and the day before. Wanda? Why isn’t she on the schedule?” You watched his face turn from a friendly smile to a look that said he was contemplating his answer.

“Nobody named Wanda has ever worked here.”

#my writing #mine #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers

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