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yelenasdiary · 5 months ago

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I have request for A widow's sunshine

Could you write a reader that is like fifteen or sixteen and she found out recently she's like lesbian and she comes out to her parents and also tells them she has been dating someone for awhile

Hope this made sense, English is not first language lol

Coming Out

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Daughter! Reader, Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: You come out to your parents for the first time

Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of Homophobia?, Mentions of fears of being disowned, if I missed any, please let me know | 0.9K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I am also open to an alternatives to this! If you want Reader to come out as anything, I would be happy to write it!

A Widow’s Sunshine Masterlist

For months now, you couldn’t come to terms with the feelings you were having. You knew deep down that your mothers wouldn’t judge you or disown you but still, the thought of coming out to your parents brought its worries. You’ve known since you started high school that you were a lesbian, you’ve never looked at a boy and thought about how they looked or ever having a little crush on any. But you found yourself crushing hard on a girl in your history class.

Kate Bishop. What could you say about the girl with blue eyes and long dark hair without falling harder for her? She was funny, carefree and extremely skilled at archery. You ended up helping her with some history homework which is how the two of you formed a friendship, a friendship which soon led to a relationship. Being a sixteen-year-old and having a girl in your room wasn’t something that your parents worried about, in fact, they never had a reason to worry. You’d never been open about your sexuality with them, but you also almost never showed them any interest in a romantic life for them to have questions about.

Well, Wanda did. Sometimes you’d come home from Kate’s house with a flustered look and your lips as red as strawberries. She didn’t want to scare you or make you think you were in trouble for anything, but it was something Wanda noticed and did bring up to Nat who was now her wife of 8 years.

You wanted to tell them; you really did. You wanted them to meet Kate and for Kate to meet them but any time you thought to bring it up, your stomach turned and suddenly you were telling Kate that you couldn’t do it. But something changed in you tonight. It was time and you promised yourself you wouldn’t let the feeling in your stomach change your mind.

Wanda and Nat were washing up the dishes from dinner, Wanda handing the wet plates to Nat to dry and put away when you had interrupted them. “Is everything okay love?” Wanda asked, drying her hands on the clean hand towel. You nodded, “I just need to talk to you both about something, its important” you replied.

“Okay, how about we sit in the dining room” Your mother, Nat, suggested in a soft tone. You smiled softly in reply before wandering into the dining room and taking a seat, waiting for your mothers to take theirs. They sat together across from you, looking at them as they waited for you to speak only made your stomach turn more than before. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes dropped to your hands that were in your lap as you picked at your nails.

“I….I don’t know how to say it” you said almost too quietly.

“Whatever it is honey, we are here to listen” Nat replied, “did something happen?” She asked. You shook your head, “N-no, thing has happened, but something might?” You looked up slowly. Your reply only worried your mothers more.

“What do you mean sweetheart?” Wanda asked. You could tell by your mom’s tone that your comment added more to their worries.

“I mean-“ you sighed, trying to rack your brain for the right words to form but all you could think of was how nervous you were feeling and how you were starting to think this was a bad idea. “Y/n, it’s okay, just say whatever comes to mind” Nat said softly. You looked to her and nodded, taking a moment to gather yourself.

“Well, I guess I know you both won’t judge or disown me, but I guess I am just worried about others” you started, “Mom, Ma, I like girls and I have a girlfriend” the words flew from your lips. Both of your mothers smiled at you, “oh honey, how long have you had that built up?” Wanda asked.

“I guess I’ve known I’m a lesbian for a year but Kate and I, we started dating two months ago” you replied with honesty.

“Kate as in your friend Kate? The one you have study dates with?” Nat asked, just wanting to know more about the young teen who has stolen your heart. You nodded, “I really want you guys to meet her, like properly. Not just in passing when you pick me up from school”

“We would love to meet her” Nat replied with another soft smile, “but you are studying at those study dates, right?” She added slightly rising her brow. Your eyes widened at her suggestion, and you were quick to close those thoughts down. “Yes, I promise!” You replied.

“Sweetheart, what did you mean that you’re worried about what others might think? has somebody said something?” Wanda asked, bring the topic back to your comment that she couldn’t forget.

“Oh, I guess I was just overthinking things” you said. Your mind now reminding you that all the people who love you would never judge you for this, if they were to do so, they would be judging your parents as well and you knew that would never go down well.

“How do you feel about Kate coming over for dinner tomorrow night? I’ll cook” Wanda smiled.

“I’d really like that” you replied, trying to hide the giddy smile that tugged at your lips, “so would Kate” you added.

Natasha stood up and walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you and placing a kiss on the top of your head, “we love you so much” she whispered, “and I’m really happy for you detka” she added. Her loving support really helped push any other negative thoughts you were having away. You knew you could never doubt the love and support from your parents and you were glad you were finally confident enough to open up to them.

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elliespassagerprincess · 1 year ago

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Can we please get some milf Abby or Ellie the lesbians who like older women are in a drought

💘

Headcannons: milf!abby anderson x reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Milf Abby who was divorced and who had full custody of her 4-year-old daughter.

☆ Milf Abby who worked as a lawyer and got her daughter into the best schools.

☆ Milf Abby who went to a parent teacher meeting, to meet her daughters’ new teacher.

☆ Milf Abby who met you for the first time and thought you were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

☆ Milf Abby who stood behind everyone else because you made her shy.

☆ Milf Abby whose palms felt sweaty when you walked close to the direction where she was standing.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart rate increased when you asked the parents “any questions?” with a smile.

☆ Milf Abby who went home that night and stared at the ceiling because she just saw an angel.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her daughter about you the next morning.

“What’s she like?” Abby asked as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Aubrey.

“she’s nice” the little girl started. “she always likes my drawings, and she tells funny stories!”

A small smile appeared on Abby’s face.

Pretty and funny, huh?

“she’s pretty too” Aubrey said with her mouth full off eggs. Abby chuckled at that.

“Your right baby, she is”

☆ Milf Abby who almost shit herself when Aubrey told you that she finds you pretty.

“You did what?” Abby said frantically.

“I told my teacher that you said she was pretty”

Abby groaned, her large hand coming to rub her temples.

“Baby you aren’t supposed to tell that to people, it was a secret”

“Yeah, it was red ones”

“But Heathers dad brought her flowers, and that’s not a secret”

“what?”

“roses?”

“I think so” she spoke

☆ Milf Abby who gets jealous even though she barley knows anything about you.

☆ Milf Abby who watches Heathers dad bring you snacks almost daily when she picks up Aubrey.

☆ Milf Abby who wants to vomit every time you smile at him.

☆ Milf Abby who realizes she had to make a move.

☆ Milf Abby who was nervous because it’s been a while since she’s asked someone on a date.

☆ Milf Abby who writes you a letter and sends it with her daughter.

“My mommy sent you this” Aubrey ran to you with a white envelope. You thanked her, as you opened the letter, eyes widening at what it had to say:

“Hi, are you Tennessee because you’re the only ten I see.

I’m sorry I know that was inappropriate I didn’t know what to say.

Would you like to go on a date with me? I promise no cheesy pickup lines”

☆ Milf Abby who almost jumps out of her car when she sees you walking towards her.

☆ Milf Abby who rolls down the window and tries to act cool.

“Sup” she said, but soon cringed.

You giggled “I’d love to go on a date with you Miss Anderson”

“Call me Abby”

“Abby… I’d love to go out with you”

A grin spread onto the blondes face.

“Friday?”

“Friday”

☆ Milf Abby who fist bumps the air because she’s just that excited.

☆ Milf Abby who almost cancelled because she was so nervous.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her 4-year-old outfit advice.

“What about this?”

“No”

“Aubrey you can’t keep saying no”

“But I don’t like it”

☆ Milf Abby who kisses her daughter goodbye as she bought you a bigger bouquet of roses.

☆ Milf Abby who takes you to a fancy restaurant to impress you.

☆ Milf Abby who finds out you were 20 years younger than her.

Abby blinked a couple of times at the information.

“26?”

“yeah… do I not look my age you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You really don’t”

☆ Milf Abby who enjoys the date more than she intended to.

☆ Milf Abby who almost combusts when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night in denial that she liked someone so young.

Age is nothing but a number, but you were years younger. What were you doing with someone like her? Why her? Why not someone your age? What happens if Abby grows so old that you become bored?

☆ Milf Abby who ghosts you for 5 months.

☆ Milf Abby who avoids looking at you when she gets her daughter from school.

☆ Milf Abby who ignores your texts because she thought you deserve someone better.

☆ Milf Abby’s daughter who gave her an awaking.

“Can you stop crying at night mommy? It makes noise”

Abby looked up from the stove.

“you hear that?”

“Yes”

A few seconds of silence passed before Aubrey spoke again. “You made my teacher sad”

“she’s sad?”

“yes and she asked me about you”

“and what did you say?”

“Nothing, you said it was a secret” Abby groaned at Aubrey’s response

“you need to stop pushing people away because you’re insecure”

Abby looked at Aubrey with wide eyes.

She was right, because Abby was so insecure she’s losing a perfect girl because she was scared. How sure was she that you would leave her? How sure was she that you were only using her? Maybe you were the one.

“Where did you hear those words?”

“from grandpa” she said with a shoulder shrug.

“He said that to Nora”

Your back was facing the door as you were writing something on the board.

“of course he did”

☆ Milf Abby who goes to your classroom the next day with flowers.

“I’m sorry” she spoke. She watched you flinched as you turned around.

“what?”

“I’m sorry for just disappearing and not saying anything”

“ok” was all you said as you turned back around to continue writing.

Abby walked towards you with long strides.

“no- no don’t say ok please- give me a chance”

she watched you sigh as you turned around:

“look Miss Anderson-“

“Abby”

“Miss Anderson” you said through gritted teeth.

“It’s ok, this should have not happened”

“Don’t say that”

“Let’s move on, I’ll pretend this never happened” you said with a fake smile on your face.

“god you’re so-“ before Abby could even finish her sentence she grabbed your face, and caught your lips in a kiss.

☆ Milf Abby who was surprised when you kissed her back.

☆ Milf Abby who whimpered when you pulled away.

“What can I do to fix this?” she spoke as she held your face.

“take me out on a date again”

a smile spread on the blondes face: “yeah I’ll do that”

☆ Milf Abby who realizes you won’t make it easy for her.

☆ Milf Abby who was willing to work for this relationship because you were worth it.

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cevherien · 7 months ago

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Ellie Williams, ྀི♡

Yandere Alphabet Headcanons

Along with your blood, sweat and fresh wounds.

Warnings Yandere, Smut, Angst, Blood and Gore, Violence, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Lesbian Sex, ww, Sapphic, Drugged Sex, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Verbal Humiliation, Abuse, Toxic relationship

Also, hey. Dark content. Clearly. Kidnapping and yandere business is never consensual so keep that in mind.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Before Ellie started showing her lovesick tendencies, you'd thought that she was just the type of girl to be possessive over her loved ones, like a protective dog. But the more into the relationship you got the more intense her obsession became.

Insufferably jealous and easily irritable.

During sex she started getting rougher with you, leaving more visible marks across your body with her skilled mouth. Mumbling curses under her breath about how she couldn't bare to lose you, how you were meant to be. How much you meant to her.

"Tell me you'll never leave me angel, say it." she'd urge while two fingers knuckle deep into your sweet pussy, the pussy that belongs to her and her only. Curling them to your G-spot with ease, getting you to the edge with only simple movements.

With the way she blurs your thoughts, head in the stars with the satisfaction of each stroke, you can't get yourself to respond. All that leaves your lips are moans and the occasional call for her name.

Now that just won't do.

She'd grab your chin with her free hand, fingers squeezing your cheeks with a little more force than necessary, "I said tell me, tell me how much you need me." her fingers stop their movement so you can focus on her words better. "Say you'll never leave. Promise."

That night was the first time you saw such a dangerous spark in her pupils, one that spoke volumes about what was about to come.

"I promise, Ellie."

Not like you had a choice in her eyes.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Real messy.

We all know she gets the job done, she is no rookie in the killing game. This is not something new for her, the killing atleast.

But now she has you, she swore to be more careful to not get any unwanted attention from people but it's not her fault that a pretty little thing like you attract the worst kind of pesticides. She won't even dare call them human, just filth. Filth that wants to take you away. Unacceptable. Unforgivable.

Ellie violently stabs the now completely unrecognizable corpse. Been going at it even after it died. This little piece of shit had its eyes on you. Undeserving little whore that was, thinking it had a chance.

Her angry screams fill the night along with the wet splash of blood everywhere leaving god knows how many stab wounds behind.

Ellie pulls back away, but not without spitting at it for one last time.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Never. You are her sweetheart, her lifeline. The blood that pumps in her veins, it's all for you. The breath in her lungs rushes in for you and her heart beats with the contagious love she carries for you.

But the catch is, she expects the same from you. It's only fair, no? If Ellie is to dedicate her all for you, she thinks you should be doing just the same.

She worships you, quite literally.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Anything thats for your own good, for your own safety. She knows what's best for you, always. The more you deny, the more pervasive and stubborn she'll get, leaving you no freedom left whatsoever.

But in her eyes your freedom belongs to her. Just like how you do too. Her precious baby, all for her to love on, all for her to adore.

She doesn't acknowledge or recognize your autonomy & consent in times like this, yet ask her, she'll deny rape. Afterall, aren't you her sweet girlfriend, soon to be wife, darling, angel? ,,All her's so she doesn't really need to ask.’’

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ellie is absolutely infatuated with you. We know that, whats new?

She is truly her genuine self with you, shows you all her colors, which also -unfortunately- includes the ugly aspects. Since she loves you this much, why can't you excuse her imperfections? Love her as she is. as the monster she has become

Disinterested and rude as she may be to others, to her angel she is a saint.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Betrayed, confused and scared..? You were supposed to be by her side no matter what. No matter. You promised. Come back. Don't go. Please don't leave.

Was she too overwhelming for you? Was her love too much?

That night she makes her plans for the abduction.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

She isn't playing when it comes to you, she can't have you abandon her. Ellie genuinely believes she's better off dead without you.

Foreshadowing

Oh and don't even try your luck running away, your first few attempts were futile and she had gotten more paranoid and violent after each try, leaving you no choice but hope for someone else to come get you. But Ellie would make sure nobody even knew of you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably first week of the kidnapping, just freshly captured and kept in Ellies basement for the time being, until you accept the shackles your new life, she'd be keeping you safe and sound.. or with no sound with the gags she used on you.

In her defense, you were screaming too much, tch her poor baby. You might just damage your throat and that just won't do. It's for your own well being baby, she swears.

"It hurts me more than it hurts you puppy, you know that."

The night that she drugged you, once too many times, she'd swore upon her love for you that this would be the last time. Since.. you won't be needing that no more, Ellie had planned this long before but now that it was finally happening, it felt surreal.

But hell, she couldn't keep her promise.

Why'd you have to misbehave so much? Just sit tight and enjoy your new life with her; getting used to it would take time, sure, but she had that in mind when she captured you, giving you some alone time in the basement to.. ehm, cope for a lack of a better word, cope with the loss of your old life, your freedom, your ways of living.

And soon yourself.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

After the difficult first two weeks in the basement with a fit thrown every other day, it was inevitable for your resolve to slowly crumble, shattering into in salvageable pieces like the shards of a broken wine glass; knocked, devastated, broken.

And that's exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She had too many things in mind for you: wife you up, keep you safe in her grasp. Her little doll to do whatever she desired. But planning too far ahead was never Ellies forte, you knew that. Her kidnapping you was impulsive and selfish, and she doesn't regret it one bit.

But for now, she'll just have you all by herself. Keep you naked for her viewing pleasure, her sweet insatiable eye candy you were.

Just sit pretty, thats all you had to do.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Once she feels like you finally accept her and your new life she would start taking you out occasionally, not too much though, and you can't leave her side not even for a second. Ground rules are to be followed, and thats one absolute.

And at days when she felt jealous or envious, sometimes for absolutely no reason, she'd take it out on a complete stranger she claims looked your way weird or stared at you for too long. When she doesn't have anybody else to blame she takes it out on you.

"Baby how could you do something like this to me? Betraying me and my trust like that..?" she'd spit on your face while fingers digging through the sensitive skin of your cheeks, "Is that what you are, bitch? A whore?"

"Ellie please-"

"A fucking whore that tries to seduce anyone she possibly can, and for what huh? All you need is me, don't you get it-!"

With that Ellie has her way with you for the rest of the night. Nose buried deep into your cunt, sniffing in your scent while she sobs as you are too tired to shed more tears. She'd apologize a mantra, yet your body would be too boneless tired and overstimulated to even respond. You'd only be hearing her pleading in tidbits in your state.

sorrybaby sosorrybaby imsosorry iloveyou please pleasedontleave dontleave me please dont leave

Before the usurp, before she opened your eyes as to what kind of person she truly was, before all the trauma and abuse, when you two were just an unconventionally overloving couple, she'd be constantly on your neck about how other people had their eyes on you and how she wasn't having it. You'd shrug it off with 'they don't matter to me', 'you're the only one for me Ellie.' or 'why does it matter, just ignore them'

At first she'd listen to you, but time pass, and her impulses get heavier to control leading her to murder them, or worse, torture them behind your back. And things would only escalate from there.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Like a primal fucking animal.

Groping your ass every chance she got, one hand one your waist constantly as if something or someone was going to take you away from her.

Hands exploring your inner thighs when sitting together, occasionally going in too deep and settle on top of your crouch, just lets it linger there. Arousal hits your core in times like this, guilt getting harder to swallow with how enticing her touch is, yet her hand doesn't move. Just holds it still as to tell 'this pussy belongs to me' her eyes recite the same story, 'she's mine right? my cunt.'

When she has you naked, fingers in your mound just fingerwarming your wet pussy barely moving and avoiding your clit and leaking hole, only maybe caressing your puffy wet lips if she's feeling generous. Afterall, you were but trouble at times, and she was just giving you a lesson. Patience.

She was doing much more than you deserved, with how ungrateful you were, she was convinced.

But with the way your nails would imprint on her forearms and wrists, her name falling with heavy moans as you whine for your sweet most anticipated release, she'd give in and slide two fingers in, just easily with the way you were creaming all over her palm.

And when your orgasm finally hits, you cry out with so much pent up satisfaction that it would make Ellie hurl. Music to her fucking ears.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Ellie is hardly around people, and if she is, she's stoic and serious. Really not much of a people person, not anymore atleast. The only person she needs is you, anyway. Why would she bother with incompetent fools.

The only time she's around people is when she's out on a deputy, and it doesn't take her long to come back considering she skillfully handles the missions with ease, swift and faithful with the thoughts of you at home. Home. What a foreign concept made possible by you.

But what could be said is, Ellie has an impossible to read Poker-Face. Try as they might, no use. She's a mystery to everyone but you. She shows the real Ellie to you and you only.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Sex. Ellie uses sex both as a gratification and as a punishment. It might sound dubious but really, is the least painful thing she does. Atleast on your end, it makes you feel good even for the shortest of time. Goddamn her and her masterfully talented hands and tongue.

Everytime you cum for her you feel guilty, guilty for feeling good in your situation. Guilty for liking the rape.

Guilty for starting to crave your kidnapper.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

She's certainly patient with you, as long as you don't make a fuss, she'll tolerate you quite fine.

Just.. don't try to leave her, that won't end well.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You're not going anywhere, she's convinced herself that. Atleast not physically. You're binded to her as long as you live. But what if you die. Then what?

Then she dies too, that simple. If you were killed, she'll seek revenge and pull another Abby hunt before she commits. But more violent this time around, the second time losing someone so close, this close, and now she truly has nothing else to lose.

Her death would be quick and smooth with a revolver to her head. Not wasting any time, she wants to see you again. Maybe in an afterlife. Ellie's never been a believer, she never believed in that kind of stuff, but for you she wants to. She hopes to.

With the pull of her trigger she'd go out effortlessly. Her body going limp with a subtle smile on her lips, ready to see you once again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Regretting kidnapping you? No way in heaven or hell, that was the best thing she'd ever done, the only right thing -she's pretty convinced - she's ever done.

But after every punishment you receive, the smallest resemblance of humanity left in her twinges. Not enough for her to stop or change her ways though. Just an uncomfortable little shiver up her spine.

She's not ever letting you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

All her life, Ellie's been abandoned wether they intended to leave her or not. She'd been left alone for too long, nothing was ever permanent in her life. Every thing and everyone she'd loved and cared for had turned into nothing but a figment of her memories.

... Joel was her breaking point.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She's conflicted when it comes to this, at one hand it turns her on. She can't really explain why. ever heard of a fetish Ellie? But it also hurts her soul to see you suffer like that. And for what?

For you to get used to her that is. If then, she finds no mean in interfering with that. When it comes to that point of denying her so much that you isolate yourself for days, she knows your resolve is about to break soon.

It's just a matter of time before you fully give in.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Definitely the love and admiration she has towards you. She cherishes you so much to the point that, she would not only kill but die for you.

Do what you will with that information.

But she will certainly be hesitant with the self sacrifice route, since she doesn't want to leave you alone. What would you possibly do if she died?

Especially since she made sure to mindbrand you shamelessly.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

This goes without saying but she truly believes there is nothing more serene than having you under her touch, besides wasn't all the hussle she went through just to have you enough to prove it?

And the worship doesn't stop there, not with the murders or the sex. With her devoting everything she is to you, it's only a matter of time for you to get lost and be over consumed by her lust love.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

You're not aware but she'd been watching you left and right for years. Not making a single mistake in her ways or getting caught.

Never thought she would even end up with you at first, but when a night in the bar had you two all over eachother - definitely not because she spiked your drink, it was all for you she says - and fucking like animals all night she asked you on a date and things progressed.

You were completely oblivious to the fact that this was her plan all along. You only thought of her as a faithful encounter, a one night stand turned into your new girlfriend. But Ellie had something completely different in mind.

You have no idea how painful it is for her to be away from you, like ever. After Ellie kidnapped you, she still had to work to keep things moving. Which meant being away from home, from you.

Her being away so often left you all alone in the house, resolve broken from the emotional manipulation she'd been doing to you for so long.

In the earlier days of the abduct you had tried to escape, multiple times. But after some time -and a lot of abuse- you'd became completely dependent on her. The plan she had worked wonders, breaking your resolve and keeping you all to herself till the end of days.

Now you just wait for her arrival like a loyal little puppy. Stockholm syndrome so strong that you feel stressed and anxious when she's not around.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Her poor little innocent angel, you don't know any better now, do you? It breaks Ellie's heart to see you hurt, see you so out of it and shattered, but it had to be done.

When she first took you in and you rejected to eat or drink anything, let alone spare her a glance, it became the only option. Had to have you one way or another. Either you'd eventually submit to your new life or she'd have to get you get used to it.

Has to have you to the point of no return in which you feel the constance of time breathing down your neck everytime you're not with Ellie, not under her touch, not near her warmth. Craving her like some drug. Completely dependent on her to feel something, anything.

Then again, she'd much rather not have you go through a single bad experience with her, -that's what she promised, yet..- unless you really push it she'd be as gentle as the night sky.

Just be her sweet escape, the darling she can come back home to, her beloved. It's about time you get used to it by now.

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daphwritesworld · 24 days ago

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can u write something with alessia taking the strap? desperate lessi sucking the strap and begging reader to fuck her

some good old lesbian sex

content: strap on(A receiving), strap sucking, manhandling, some impact play, referring to strap as a cock, needy!lessie, dom/sub relationship, bottom!Alessia, top!reader

warnings: car sex/semi public, strap on referred to as cock, less begging

synopsis: if the car is a rocking…don’t come a knocking.

word count: 1.5k

!! MINORS DNI 18+ !!

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You have no idea how you ended up here— in the backseat of Alessia’s car. A pillow is placed under her hips, angling them up towards you more. You’ve got the strap tightened around your hips, sliding it between the lips of her pussy as she stares up at you with pink cheeks and her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. Fuck her mouth.

Your mind starts wondering back to exactly how you got into this situation— you’d worn the strap out today. Promising Alessia if she was good you’d fuck her exactly how she likes when you got back home. And to your surprise she was on her best behavior…until you got back to the car. You’d opened her door and let her in, stealing a kiss before shutting her inside the vehicle. Your hands intertwined with each others as you pulled out of the parking lot of the restaurant you’d just left.

The music was low on the radio as you both just enjoyed each other’s comfortable silence filling up the car. That is until Alessia started getting handsy— running her hands up and down your thighs as you sped down the highway.

You tried to warn her, tried to sound stern as her pretty manicured nails tugged your zipper down. But every complaint left your head as soon as she started kissing the tip of your strap, pulling it out and looking up at you as she did so. Your knuckles turned white against the steering wheel and you had to pry your head back up not to crash. “God dammit, Less.”

She moans out at that, sinking her mouth down around the plastic cock as her eyes roll back. Hungry for a fuck she’s been craving all day. Her head starts bobbing up and down faster as the seconds pass— sloppy sounds of her spit leaking out from her throat and onto the toy. It’s drowning out the low music on the radio now, and before you can think about it you’re taking the next exit. Your hand finds the back of her head, fingers tangling in her blonde hair, guiding her head back down on the strap as she gags at the sudden intrusion of deep throating it. When you release your grip she’s pulling back enough to cough, tears falling down her eyes as she takes a stinging breath into her lungs.

You’re throwing the car in park at this point, hand returning to her hair as the other grabs the base of the strap attached to your lower half. Before you even have time to make demands, she’s sliding her throat back down around it. Keeping her eyes locked to yours this time as she bobs her head all the way down— deep throating it each time she comes down now.

You let her keep going for a few minutes, taking in the sight of her absolutely cock drunk. But then you’re pulling her off— pleads flying from her lips as you do.

“Fuck me, now, baby! I can’t wait till we’re home— please! Need to feel you inside me,” She starts leaning up to speak against your lips, pulling back slightly to pout into your eyesight.

She wastes no time, climbing into your lap as she slips herself down onto you before you can protest. Her athletic thighs flexing as she slams herself down onto your strap. sending jolts of pleasure down to your clit. She’s pulling her tits out now , and throwing her arms around your neck as she lets out pornographic moans at the pace she’s set.

Your mouth finds her nipples, switching between them as she keeps working herself down onto your plastic dick. She’s moaning out louder now, getting messier in her movements as she chases her high. But there’s something missing— a lingering question that hangs unasked in the air. And as her knees start to buckle you yank her off, a whine escaping her as her eyes snap open to look at you. But she shuts up pretty quick when she sees your face, brain sobering up at as she thinks about what she did.

Your clenched jaw ticks as your head motions backwards, “Get in the back.”

She quickly follows your orders, climbing into the back over the center console as she starts stripping the rest of her clothes off as she waits on you. You decided to just get out, the cold night air turning your nipples hard as you make your way to the backseat. Closing the door behind you as you lean down over Alessia’s body, reaching into the floorboard as you pulled a hidden pillow up from it.

That leads you back to now— with your cock between her pussy lips as she whines and grinds up into your touch. You’re teasing her— you both know it. Taking your sweet time to butter her up before you slip it in…but who can blame you? Not when she looks so pretty when the tears fill her eyes, or how fucking good she sounds begging for you to just give her something— anything.

“Y/N! Please! I’ll do anything, j-just please fuck me already!” Her fingernails are digging into your forearms placed beside her head. The signature tears rolling down her cheeks as you finally slide the tip inside of her, a high pitched moan breaking through her hiccups as you keep a slow pace at first. You let her get used to the feeling, adjusting to the new stretch of the strap.

One of your hands finds her hips, rubbing little circles there to help ground her as she gets used to the feeling of being so full. You’re about to ask her how she’s feeling, but then Alessia’s grinding her hips up into yours. Hands finding your shoulders as she pulls you up towards her chest, “Please move,” it’s said out lightly in a breath. Her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly as you pull out and thrust back in.

“F-Fuck!” Her eyes are glossed over at this point. So fucked out and you’ve barely even done anything yet. It causes a laugh to bubble up in your chest.

“Doing so good for me, Less,” You cue out at her. Speeding up your hips as you start slamming them down into hers a little harder, making her spill out those noises you love so much every time you bottom out. Her fingers are digging into your back now, running down and surely to leave marks for tomorrow. But you don’t care, as long as Alessia gave them to you, you’d wear them like a badge of honor. A proclamation of her claim on you.

The cars shaking now, the windows fogging up as you both start breaking out into a sweat. She sounds so fucking good, a mess of jumbled words, your name, and praises flowing out of her lips at an ungodly rate. You’ve broke her brain into a million pieces right now, shattered her into nothing but a withering ball of pleasure and she lays there and takes everything you’re willing to give her.

“H-Harder!” She squeaks it out as she spreads her legs wider, allowing you to angle yourself a little different and hit even deeper inside of her. It’s immediately clear when you start hitting her G-spot, making sure to keep up the assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves located there. Alessia’s screaming out into the night now, begging you to let her cum as one of your hands reaches down to find her clit.

She’s thrashing around, trying to starve off her orgasm until you tell her she’s allowed. Her legs try to cross, but you just grab them and fold them up into her chest, fucking down into her even harder now. Her eyes are rolling into the back of her head and a thick white creamy sheen is overtaking the strap as you keep bullying your cock into her tight hole.

“P-please let me cum, baby!”

“Go ahead, darling. Cum all over this dick. Let it allll out, baby.”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she abides, cumming at the sound of your permission that grants her to reach absolute oblivion. Her legs keep shaking even after you help her ride out her high, and as you get lost in the sight of her cum glistening off the strap and between her thighs— she’s pushing a hand against your abdomen.

“T-Too much,” she whimpers out weakly. Still trying to find the strength to breathe properly again. Her eyes are heavy as she rests her legs back down onto your thighs. You start rubbing them, trying to take any discomfort away now that you’re both level headed and not blinded by horniness.

“You okay, Lessie baby?”

“Yeah I’m fine. I just think you’ll have to carry me inside the flat is all,” she lets out with a breathless laugh. Her chest shaking as a few hairs fall into her face. You watch her for a few moments, taking in the sight before you as you thank the lucky stars above for allowing her to be yours. Your Alessia. One of your hands comes up to move the few stray hairs back into place while the other moves downwards.

“That was the plan, Russo!” you lightly slap her thighs, pulling her body up to meet yours in a passionate kiss. Stealing her breath away once again tonight. “Now let’s get dressed and back on that highway before we’re calling the girls to come bail us out.”

#a.russo 23 #woso fanfics #woso smut #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo smut #alessia russo x y/n

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 11 months ago

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We don't have to wait

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Wanda doesn't like to leave you alone for long. But sometimes she has to. That however doesn't mean, that you can't have fun together.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, guided masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, dirty talk, Mommy kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader This is the guided masturbation fic. In the end I don't think it turned out the way I hoped it would, so let me know what you guys think.

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She doesn’t like to leave you alone. Especially for long. She misses you terribly and her heart always aches for you, but sometimes it’s inevitable. She has you under a strict no touch rule, selfishly wanting all your pleasure for herself, but she knows that she hardly has to remind you. You’d been with her long enough not to want to touch without her anyway. Mommy felt much better. You knew that well enough not to even try. You didn’t want to disappoint her, that’s true, but more importantly, you didn’t want to spoil the magical feeling of pleasure that she always brought. Wanda was always elated to come home to you, all needy and starved out for her touch and she always made it up to you. That was your deal. And usually you were happy to wait, but this new mission of hers stretched longer than expected and the throbbing between your legs got harder to ignore, making you almost desperate enough to break your resolve and her rule. You were lying in bed, lost in such thoughts, fighting an internal battle, when your phone suddenly vibrated and you saw an incoming video call from Wanda. You picked up immediately, happy to see her face and to have a distraction. As soon as you saw her face, you smiled, propping yourself up on the headboard.

“Hi, baby!” She greeted you warmly from the bed in her room. “How are you doing sweetheart?” “Hi, Wanda!” You let your smile widen. God, you loved this woman. “I’m good. Missing you terribly though.” “I know, honey, I miss you too! I’ll be just a few more days, but I promise to be back with you as soon as I can.” She assured you. “I really hope so.” You admitted, omitting to tell her how empty the house felt without her. You never wanted to make her feel bad for leaving. “I know I haven’t called as much either this time, but I just got back to the safehouse and showered.” She said, tilting her phone down to show you the towel still wrapped around her. “I can see that.” You smirked, letting your eyes linger at the tops of her breasts and her strong arms. “Please tell me you’re being safe.” You added, spotting a nasty bruise near her left bicep. “I am. Don’t worry, love. I made you a promise to always come back to you and I intend to keep it.” She said, her voice warm, but serious. “You better!” You said with a note of challenge. “Unless you’re tired of all this?” You added, pointing the camera at your naked body under the sheets. “Never.” Wanda smiled, biting her lower lip subconsciously at the sight of you in that bed, naked and just waiting to be ravished. “Good.” You smiled, dragging the camera back to your face and ready to move on to lighter topics, but Wanda would have none of that. “Oh no, honey, put that camera somewhere I can see you.” She said, her voice getting lower and more seductive. “I’ve missed that gorgeous body of yours.” “Really, Mommy?” You teased, purposefully delaying. “Yes. I missed my baby girl so much.” She assured you. “And I don’t like to be made to wait.” She added, impatiently raising an eyebrow at you. Smirking, you obliged, settling your phone on the nightstand beside you and moving, so you’d be in the center of the bed, pristine white sheets outlying your body’s curves in a teasing way. “Like this?” You asked, eyes glinting. “No, not like that.” Wanda shook her head knowingly. “You know what I want to see.” “Whatever could you mean?” You asked, a finger resting on your chin as you pretended to think. “Sheets off, baby. Show me that sexy little body of yours.” Wanda spoke more sternly, unappreciative of being teased, especially when she could do so little about it. “Now.” She added when you took your sweet time. Of course, you were merely playing with her, eventually following her instructions and pulling the sheets off of your body, so you could be left on display for her. You were lying on your tummy, the camera capturing you perfectly. Your head propped up on your arms, the outline of your breast visible from the side, shoulders up and your spine curving at your lower back. The swell of your ass looked delicious from this position too and Wanda couldn’t help but imagine how good she could fuck you like that. Her body on top of yours, her strap buried deep inside you, one of her hands wrapped around your neck and keeping your head up so she could litter your neck with small bites and kisses, while her other hand sneaked underneath you, skilled fingers rubbing circles on your clit. She’d make you cum so good like that.

“So beautiful.” She mused, smiling. You were a work of art. And all hers to admire. No one else was going to lay eyes on your beauty ever again if she had any say in it. You’d be forever hers. “Tell me, baby, have you been good while Mommy is away?” She asked softly. She knew it’s been a while. So long, that she would hardly hold it against you, if you touched. “I have.” You nod, your cheeks growing pink at her question. “But it’s been hard.” “Yeah?” Wanda asked, cocking her head to the side at your confession. “Have you been reading naughty things again?” “Maybe.” You giggled a little. God, she knew you so well. “Hmmm… Must have got you all needy, reading those stories again, when Mommy isn’t home to help you feel better. Is that what happened, baby? Are you feeling all hot and bothered now?” She asked softly, her voice dripping with innuendo. “Yes, Mommy.” You nodded, your body relaxing more on the bed at her words. She always knew how to soothe you. “What if Mommy said she could help you out, honey? Would you like that?” She continued, soft words making their way into your head, making you feel light, chasing away the swirling thoughts. “Mhm.” You nodded again, smiling, eager for that familiar feeling only she could bring. “Yes, Mommy. Would you help me?” “Such a good, polite girl.” Wanda praised. You were giving in so easily. So pliable for her right from the start. You must have really needed it. “If you want Mommy to help, you’ll have to promise to do as you’re told, my little darling. Do you think you can do that?” “I can do that.” You nodded eagerly, happy to agree to just about anything if it meant Wanda would let you feel good again. “All right then.” Wanda smiled victoriously. “Get nice and comfy and listen to Mommy’s voice.” Wanda instructed. “You can close your eyes if it’s going to be easier, or you can keep looking at Mommy.” She told you calmly, watching you sink deeper into the mattress, but your eyes stayed on her. “Very good, my darling.” She smiled. “So eager. I bet you don’t even need any foreplay. That pretty pussy of yours is already nice and wet, isn’t it?” “Yes, Mommy.” You breathed out, your hips rolling against the mattress. “Good. Then I want you to take your hand and touch your cute little clit. Just one finger.” She told you, her eyes unblinking as she followed your movements. Your hips rose, making room for the hand that sneaked under you and between your legs, the new position accentuating your curves even more. “Do it slowly, baby.” Wanda instructed. “Nice, gentle circles, just the way Mommy does it.” She explained. “Imagine that you’re lying down and you have Mommy between your legs, drawing small circles with her tongue. Slow and steady. Make it last.” She told you.

She knew you were needy, that you’ll come so quickly if she didn’t slow you down a little. And she was just starting to enjoy the show. She didn’t want it ending before it began. “That’s right, honey.” She encouraged, watching your hips rut against your hand, your breathing shallow, interrupted by small moans and sighs that left your lips. “Such a good girl.” She mused. “Tell me, baby, do you like that position? Does it feel good?” “Yes, Mommy, so good. Love being like this for you.” “Yeah?” Your girlfriend asked, smirking. “How about you give me a better view.” She suggested. You did as you were told, eagerly turning your back to the camera, your ass in the air, legs spread wide, the camera capturing your glistening folds perfectly, while your head was buried in the crumpled sheets. Your hand hovered close, just waiting for her permission to start touching again. “Mommy, please.” You wiggled your ass a little, hoping to entice the woman. “Look at that pussy! It’s just begging to be filled up. Begging for my cock… You must need it so bad right now.” She commented, as she watched the glistening wetness accumulate even more and your hand sneaked even closer to where you needed to touch so desperately. “Go ahead, honey. You can play with it for me. Just one finger. I wanna see it slide inside. Nice and slow. Just the tip dipping inside.” She instructed, drinking in your little frustrated whines and moans. “Yes, just like that. Tease that cute, little pussy. Maybe if it leaks enough, Mommy will give you more. What do you think? Do you deserve more?” You could barely respond, thoughts focused on doing what you’re told, scared that Wanda will take it away, should you misbehave. And it was so easy to just give in to your desire. The tip of your finger did very little, besides tease you and you needed so much more. “Please.” You whined, when her voice disappeared. “Aww, my poor girl. Is your brain getting fuzzy already?” She asked with fake pity in her voice. “But we’ve barely started, sweetheart.” Wanda pointed out. “Please.” You breathed out again, a sigh and a plea for more, that Wanda couldn’t resist. “Well, since you’re putting on a show for me… You can have that finger all the way inside, baby.” Wanda agreed, watching with a glint in her eyes, as you immediately did as you’re told, sinking a single finger as deep inside you as it could go.

You tried to keep your pace steady, but your hips had minds of their own, grinding down against the palm of your hand, trying to get some needed stimulation on your clit as well. Wanda let you have that moment for a little longer, knowing it will get you that much closer to your orgasm, using this time to leave her phone on her nightstand and start touching herself to the gorgeous image of your ass in the air and your pussy grinding against your hand. She could picture countless nights, when she had you just like this, strap buried inside you, as she made you fall apart for her. One in particular stood out, the two of you coming home from a road trip and running so late, ending up alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no one to see the way she pulled the car over, hurriedly pulling your clothes off of your body, so she could bend you over the back seats, your ass hanging out of the car, as she fucked into you from behind with one of the bigger straps you owned, the full moon shining above you as she made you cum. She’d emptied the toy’s reservoir of fake cum across your ass, fucking some of it into your pussy, before she put you on your knees, making you eat her pussy right there, on the side of the road, where anyone that passed could have seen you. Not that you cared much at the time. God, she really needed to be back home with you right now. “Such a good girl.” She sighed, forcing her attention back to the present. “I think you deserve two fingers, don’t you?” She asked, her fingers working faster between her own legs. “Yes, please.” You nodded, even though she probably couldn’t see. “Do it, baby. Do it for Mommy.” Wanda encouraged, letting a moan slip from her lips. The sound was like music to your ears, the knowledge that she was getting off to the sight of you fucking yourself spurring you on even more.

You wanted to give her a good show, so you used your ring and middle finger to play with your wetness, dipping your fingers in and pulling them out, a string of your slick clinging to your messy fingers, before you used them to fuck yourself, hips moving back and forth. Your moans were obscene, breathy, while you pictured Wanda fucking you like this. She had, many times before, but one stood out. In a messy hotel room, with your bottoms pulled to the side, while she fucked you with her fingers, her body on top of yours, holding you down and keeping you pinned as she took what she wanted. She had gotten jealous from some girls near the pool, but you were quick to remedy that. “You feel that pussy Mommy?” You’d moaned, her fingers curling within you. “It’s yours.” You gasped. “That’s your pussy. No else will ever have it. Just you.” Wanda had only fucked you harder, a possessive growl escaping her, even through her clenched teeth. She made you say it over and over again, elated. She made you chant it, while she coaxed orgasm after orgasm from your body, until you were too spent to even move. “You see how wet I am for you, Mommy?” You said now, remembering how much it affected her. “Only you can make me this wet.” You told her honestly. “That pussy has been missing you so much. Waiting for you to come back.” You said, pulling out your fingers to show her your glistening folds better. “I’ve been dripping for you, Mommy.” Wanda’s surprised moan and the sound of her movements speeding up made you smirk, your face hidden in the mattress. She certainly wasn’t expecting you to dirty talk to her like that, but she wasn’t going to complain.

“Yeah, baby? That pussy misses me? It needs Mommy?” She asked, trying to steady herself. She had almost lost control and made herself cum too soon at your words. “Yes! I need you.” You responded instantly, pulling your fingers out of your pussy and settling at the edge of the bed, facing her fully, legs spreading wide open, so Wanda could see you, while you used those same fingers to play with your clit, smearing your juices. “Oh, that’s a good view! I like that. I want you to stay just like that, so I can see that desperate pussy.” She finished with a moan, smirking when your movements stuttered, as soon as you saw her naked form on your screen. “That’s right, play with your clit and watch Mommy fuck herself.” She encouraged breathlessly. “I bet you wish it was your pretty mouth making me feel this good right now. Don’t you, baby? Don’t you wish you could taste me right now?” “Yes, I want to taste you so badly!” You nodded, fingers speeding up to match her pace. “Don’t you worry, you will. Mommy will ride your pretty face as soon as I get back.” She promises through laboured breaths. “I won’t stop until your cute face is covered with my juices.” She pants, her movements speeding up. “Thank you, Mommy.” You say the words on instinct, but it drives Wanda crazy. She loves it when you thank her for being good to you. She loves it even more when you thank her for being cruel. She loves making you thank her for every edge she gives you, or for the spankings she sometimes delivers, for denying you, or for the post-orgasmic torture she likes to sometimes put you through. God, how she loves it when you thank her for being mean. “Say that again.” She demands, her eyes refusing to even blink. “Say that again and use your other hand to fuck yourself. Nice and deep, just the way Mommy does it.” She instructs, spreading her legs even wider, so you can see just what you do to her when you’re good. And you want to keep being good for her, you want to keep making her this horny and this wet, you want to watch her fall apart, knowing that you caused it, so your free hand joins the other, fingers coating with your slick, before they plunge inside you, sinking in up to their knuckles and curl. It pulls out a desperate moan from your throat and you try to keep eye contact with Wanda.

“Thank you, Mommy.” You say again. “Thank you for letting me touch your pussy like this. Thank you for letting me feel good. Thank you for making me feel so full.” You say softly, loving the smirk on Wanda’s face when you emphasise that what you’re touching is her pussy. It may be between your legs, but it belongs to her. That’s what she always says. A lesson she’s happy you’ve finally learned. “That’s right, baby. Good girl.” Wanda praises. “Now, is that how Mommy would fuck your pussy? Because I remember telling you that I want you to do it the way I would.” She reminds. She feels so close and she wants you to come together and she knows that what you’re doing wouldn’t be nearly enough. She trained your body to respond to her touch, to be so in tune with what she does, that nothing else will ever feel as good. You scramble to do as you’re told, your movements speeding up, the muscles in your arm starting to strain from the exertion, but your body responds. Your pussy clenches, the familiar rhythm awakening something within you, a kind of euphoria that only Wanda could ever bring you and in this moment you know for sure that she has ruined you for anyone else. “Oh my God, Mommy!” You almost scream, head falling back in pleasure for a moment, before you straighten your position again, desperate to see her. “I’m so close. I’m going to come, Mommy. May I please come?” You beg earnestly. “Yes, baby, go ahead and make a mess for me.” She nods encouragingly, her movements growing more erratic as she nears the edge. In the end it’s the way you scream out her name that sends Wanda over the edge, her legs shaking with the force of her orgasm, while she watches you fall apart. You’re such a work of art, your fingers burying themselves as deep as they could go, while you circled your clit, your movements slowing down to help you ride the waves of pleasure for longer. You chant her name, eyes fixated on your screen, needing to have some connection to Wanda. Eventually you both calm down, breathing evening out. You pull your fingers from your pussy, careful with how sensitive you felt and you inspected them briefly, before you got interrupted by Wanda’s voice on the other end.

“Show me, baby. Show Mommy how wet she made you.” She demands, staring at her screen as you bring your fingers closer to the camera, your juices glistening. “Very good, baby. You’re such a good girl. Now clean them up for me.” Wanda instructs, sitting back, so she could watch. You do as you’re told, lips parting and taking your fingers to the knuckles, cleaning them with your tongue, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked. You looked almost obscene, doing this for her, letting out a pornographic moan at your own taste. But then again, that’s exactly how she liked you. “Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” She asks lazily, once you’re done. “Do you taste good?” “I did.” You nod, following her lead and lying down. “And yes, I do Mommy, I taste so fucking good. You should come check for yourself. Although I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” “Neither would I, love, although I prefer the real thing.” Wanda agrees. “So do I, trust me.” “We should go clean up.” Wanda says after a moment of silence. “I’m too tired.” You protest with a whine. “Can’t we just stay in bed?” You ask, allowing some of your vulnerability to creep in. “Yes, baby, we can stay in bed.” Wanda agrees easily. “I’ll even stay on the phone. We can fall asleep together.” She offers softly. “I would love that.” You smile, pulling the covers closer to yourself and looking at Wanda’s features through your screen. “Sleep now, my love.” Wanda whispers as she sees you start to drift. “Mommy will be back soon.” She promises with a smile, allowing sleep to claim her too. ________________________________________________________ Marry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little fic.

#lesbian #writing #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff fanfiction #top!wanda #bottom!reader #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch

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xeungwannie · 4 months ago

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top of the game

somehow this, lwk kinda long shit, turned out as the first one i put out lmao (i was having cockwarming daydreams bout giselle so i just had to yap about it). its not the best. ending is ass and rushed. and the writing lwk comes off as a man but i promise im a woman with child bearing hips 😭 im just also a masc lesbian so a lot of my "str8 writing" shit stems from that.

giselle x f!reader (MATURE)

cw: strap on, cockwarming

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"put this on."

confused, but quick to obey, you paused your game and took off your shorts slipping on the sex toy you didnt even know your girlfriend, giselle, had.

she soon disappeared to your shared room so you refocused your attention back onto your game. after thirty minutes, giselle was still nowhere to be found around you. quickly looking down, your eyes met with the toy your girlfriend had brought for you to wear: a strap-on with a girthed purple dildo attached.

"love! just how much longer do you expect me to keep this on?"

no answer.

"aeri?"

again. no answer.

finally standing from your spot, you walked to the shared bedroom she was in, slowly peaking in while knocking at the door to alert her. she turned to you panicking, hurriedly throwing one of her makeup brushes at you signaling you to leave. after what seemed to be eternity, but was really only fifteen minutes, your girlfriend finally came back out from the bedroom as beautiful as ever, black lace "covering" her from the top down.

"i wanted to try something i saw the other day."

excited, yet scared, you followed along with whatever she felt like doing to you, holding yourself back with every cell in you to not jump on her and ruin her little surprise she had already planned.

"you... you can get back to your game."

when five minutes passed, she slowly made her way towards you. turning around, she positioned the dildo perfectly at her entrance, sliding it in with a moan quickly leaving her lips. instinctively, you tried to move your hips, wanting to thrust the fake attachment into her. her hands automatically coming down to hold your hips still.

"please let me be the one to guide us tonight. please."

you nod your head in agreement trying to get back to your game but inevitably getting distracted with giselle now sitting in your lap perfectly cockwarming the dildo, with any and every little movement from you accidentally forcing a beautiful moan from her.

#girl group smut #aespa smut #aespa giselle smut #aespa #aespa giselle #wlw #giselle x f!reader #aespa giselle x f!reader #aespa x reader

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munsonsfairy · 3 months ago

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I always see bbf abby but never sbf, so maybe older abby x friends little sister (of age of course, like about to graduate college) 🕺🏽 reader is visiting her sister and she sees abby type thing idk

Btw, your work is amazing 🙂‍↕️🩷

love me tender ✨🐚🤍��🐠

author’s note: thank you so much! i appreciate you for reading and sending in a request. i hope you enjoy! thank you for @katemartinis for proofreading. 🤍

abby wants say yes to heaven, say yes to you, and let fear she has fall away. you thought you were only a lost memory to abby until this summer. now, you’re standing in front of abby in the rain with shoes full of water staring at each other.

content: fluff with angst. summer before graduation. 18+ no smut. no specific descriptions of reader but is feminine.

word count: 2.2k

The salt air coming in from your open window cools your skin from the summer heat. You're lying on your bed watching season three of stranger things as you always do at the start of summer. Or at least you were watching it until your best friend, Jackie, came over. It's the summer before your senior year and you’re trying to soak up every bit of it before you graduate.

You and Jackie made a list of what you want to do this summer consisting of tanning to getting matching tattoos to trying out surfing. Luckily you live on an island making it easy to complete. today you wanted to check off going to the aquarium off your list. While you were going through your closet for an outfit, Jackie was talking about a boy she swears she’s in love with after knowing him for two weeks.

Finally, you found the dress you were looking for. You always felt your best while wearing it and thought your skin glowed with the color. you stood in front of the mirror in awe.

Downstairs, you hear the door slam and someone yell to your mom that they’re hungry.

It's your older sister, Sarah coming back from volleyball practice. You both might be lesbian, but someone was definitely dropped too many times as a baby. You hear your mom greet Sarah and someone else.

“Well look who it is. my favorite Anderson!”

Abby. Anderson.

She's your sister’s best friend and also plays in the same volleyball team. You've had a crush on since you laid eyes on her. The way she carries herself and listens to you always filled you with butterflies. making eye contact with her blue eyes made you dizzy. Her love for books makes you wish you didn’t get so flustered around her so you could ask her about what she’s currently reading.

There was something about Abby that had your heart wanting more. she always knew how to pull you in. Unfortunately, she was off limits. your older sister made you promise you wouldn’t complicate things and ruin her friendship, but it takes two to tango. the stolen glances and subtle touches can only last so long before Sarah gets suspicious. Neither you nor Abby have confessed any real feelings, but it was enough to raise red flags for Sarah.

You feel yourself getting nervous at the thought of seeing her again. You haven’t seen Abby since last summer since she wasn’t home for Christmas. the four of you camped out together at the beach since the weather was more tolerable compared to summer. Sarah and Jackie fell asleep, so the both of you laid down next to each other looking up at the stars. Abby was a nerd when it came to constellations. She pointed out every single one she found, then it got quiet letting you only hear the waves crashing.

You felt at peace and closed your eyes to take it all in. Abby turned her head and admired you as she always did. The next morning, you woke up to Abby holding you close to her chest; her breath tickling your neck. You look up to see the blonde deeply sleeping. Her eyes lashes so long and freckles covering her skin. Being an early bird has its perks when you wake up before your older sister sees you cuddling her best friend.

Your reminiscing is soon interrupted by your older walking into your room eating a sandwich and laying on your bed with Jackie.

Just in record time, Abby comes behind her but doesn’t go into your room. Instead, she leans against your doorway focusing on the one person.

Through your mirror your eyes made eye contact with the bluest eyes you’ve seen. her freckles covered her sun kissed skin. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest making her arms show off for you.

Abby’s eyes rake over your body, drinking in every curve before meeting your eyes again. She tried to be discreet but couldn’t help but admire you.

She thought you were glowing and couldn’t believe such beauty existed, but you always proved her wrong. She loved way your eyes crinkled with your laughed at her joke. Oh my god she thinks I’m funny. Those were one of the few times she saw your true personality.

SAY HI IDIOT. Abby’s mind screamed at her.

“Hi.”

Her voice filled with honey and softness. You feel your knees get week and feel a shiver run through your spine. Abby notices and smirks then looks away to let you breathe.

You mentally kick yourself for not evening answering. It's one word!! two letters!! stupid stupid stupid!!

Thankfully, your sister and Jackie were too busy in their own world to notice or so you thought.

“I’m sure it would be fun if Abby came with us!” you turn to Jackie with wide eyes who is smiling knowing what she’s doing.

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Since Sarah and Jackie went to the reptile exhibit, you and Abby stayed on a bench admiring the open ocean exhibit. Reptiles weren’t really your thing. The blue hues fill from the water paint the walls. It feels like the fish are moving in slow motion. You're in awe of the two stingrays swimming together it almost looks like they are dancing.

Although, the sea creatures were beautiful, Abby couldn’t focus when she felt your arm touching hers, or your hands brushing against each other when you were walking next to each other earlier. If only you knew how it took everything in her not to reach for your hand. she has been this close to you before but today felt different. The peace she was feeling was something she wouldn’t be able to put into words.

“Do you think seals have spots?” Abby asked as suddenly.

“Hm?” You missed her question when you turned to look at her. you feel a little embarrassed by how she can easily throw you off.

She laughs, “Do you think seals have spots? Owen swears up and down he saw one spotted. He says saw one and I haven’t heard the end of it. Not saying I want to prove him wrong but…” She trails off.

“Oh, definitely. Have you considered researching your question? I mean you do know how to use your phone, right or do you need assistance?” You laugh at her.

Abby playfully rolls her eyes, “You think you’re so funny, huh? I personally would love to see this seal in person.” She shrugs.

You laugh but this time Abby fully sees you. She wishes she could freeze time and just look at you forever. To make you laugh and smile every day.

“Do other people think you’re funny?”

Abby looks towards the fish tank shaking her head but still smiling, “No, they don't.”

For a moment you didn’t let your nerves hold you back, so you squeeze her bicep, “Let me be the first to tell you that you are very funny.”

You lay your hand back down to your lap, but Abby reaches for it and holds your palm up. She traces the lines on your hand and finally decides that it’s now or never.

It felt like she was on Saturn, and it was only the two of you. Nothing else mattered. All of her nerves were gone. It felt like a dream, but the warmth of your hand reminded her it was real.

“You're staring,” you whisper.

“I like looking at you,” Abby whispered back smiling.

Abby raises her hand reaching for your cheek. Her thumb gently rubbing your soft skin; scared to break you. She drags down her thumb to your lower lip sending a shiver down your spine. The world slowed down for the two of you. Abby admired every detail on your face just in case this was the last time she was this close. She could smell the coconut perfume you spayed earlier. She knew what color your eyes were, but they were so much better up close. Her eyes flickers from your lips to your eyes. Abby felt herself leaning towards you as if it was the most natural thing.

“Oh, are we interrupting something?” Jackie asked smiling.

Out of fear, Abby dropped your hand and pulled away from you. “N-no,” she stands up quickly and walks in front of you away from the group. Luckily, your sister didn’t see since she was walking a bit behind Jackie. The rest of your time at the aquarium Abby avoids looking at you after that. It's all gone.

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The car ride home was filled with tension. Abby had barely said a word to anyone. You sat in front while she drove back to your house staring at the raindrops that filled the window. Summer might be your favorite season, but hurricane season makes you wish it was over already.

You finally got the confidence to look at the blonde next to you and see nothing but an emotionless face. Her eyes aren’t the same blue you saw earlier. They look empty. Abby must have felt you staring because she sighed and made sure you heard it.

Your brain replays what happened earlier over and over like a record player. There was never a moment where Abby looked at you the way she did right now.

After what felt like hours, she drove into the driveway of your house. Your sister and Jackie quickly got out of the car leaving you alone with Abby. You felt a knot in your stomach and don’t feel words come out when you open your mouth. Out of habit you anxiously pick the skin on your fingers.

“Wanna come in? I think we’re going to order some pizza. Sarah always orders way too much food for us to finish,” you ask trying to break the tension.

Abby clears her throat, “Uh, I can’t tonight. rain check? I’m pretty tired it was a long day.” Her eyes never met yours since you were at the aquarium. You missed her blue eyes filled with love. Now you couldn’t tell what she was feeling.

“Oh sure! We have the whole-.”

“I think it’s getting late don’t you think? I’m sure they’re waiting for you,” she interrupts. You hear the irritation in her voice and almost leave, but you needed to ask her why she changed her attitude in a matter of seconds. You really thought today was the day you’d finally tell her what your heart feels. How you much you find her funny and think she deserves to have someone love her.

“What changed, Abby? I know it wasn’t only in my head what happened earlier, or did I imagine it?”

Abby sighs and looks towards her fingers, “You didn’t imagine it, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be together. We're just good friends and I don’t think it’s the best thing to do. I mean what will you sister think?”

Her heart beats for you but she could never admit it to you. She's watched you go from relationship to relationship to break up to break up. yet, she can’t get the words out to tell you.

You scoff, “Just good friends, huh? you’re so full of shit, Abigail. I mean you were there! was I the only one who felt the feeling?”

“What feeling,” Abby asked confused.

“You know! the feeling! The feeling you get before you kiss someone for the first time. The excitement, anticipation, and butterflies in your stomach. The way your heart flutters when you finally kiss the girl you love!” You were talking so fast and just ranting now that you didn’t even notice you confessed your feelings to her.

“Wait what?” Abby was shocked but knew she shouldn’t be. She was there and so were you.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I’m here explaining this to you and expecting you to understand. Just next time, don’t look into a girl’s eyes and say you like looking at her if you’re planning to be an ass.” You open the car door and start running to your front door without getting soaked by the rain.

It took Abby two seconds to finally realize the girl of her dreams is running away from her. Abby ran out of her car leaving the door open without a care.

“Do you really want to know how I feel?!” she yelled out.

“I’ve never loved anyone like you! I’ve never felt so much peace before in my life! Everything about you consumes my being it’s frightening. This love I feel for you is so beautiful yet so scary. If choosing you means that I am losing your sister as a friend, then fine!”

You felt like your heart was beating so hard as you stared at Abby trying to process everything.

“And you couldn’t say all of that in the car, Abigail!? I have water in my shoes, I’m cold, and we-.”

Abby grabs you with both of her hands and kisses you. It takes you a couple seconds to process and kiss her back. Your eyes fluttered closed and you felt everything happening all at once. Her lips are softer than you imagined and so familiar. Your hands move to her braid making her moan into the kiss and letting you slip your tongue inside. She wrapped her arm around your waist bringing you closer to her.

“Wow…” you were breathless with your eyes still closed. When you finally opened them, Abby was smiling and looking into your eyes. She leans in again and whispers, “Can I do that again?”

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BEHIND THE BOOKSHELVES

librarian!billie x student!oc

Authors note: i decided to split this into two parts because i’ve been so busy and can’t write the second part to save my life. i promise y’all it’ll be out before monday trustttt. anyways this look ass but whatever smh

Warnings: not proof read

clara was extremely obsessed with reading. it was absolutely hands down her favorite hobby ever. if she was bored, she’d read. sad? read. stressed out? read.

something about escaping her reality through these stories made her feel something. so when she went to her new college in LA she immediately caught the librarians eye.

billie had only been working at the school for two years now but wouldn’t be able to tell you one students name off the top of her head. that was before clara came along.

clara would come into the library everyday, sometimes even multiple times. clara was also really recognizable. while most college students would walk around campus in big baggy shirts and grey sweats, clara really made a statement.

each day she would get dressed up in the cutest sweaters and short mini skirts with her same pair of doc martens. she looked like she belonged in the library.

billie genuinely never payed attention to anyone who came and went. no one ever cared to talk to billie, even ask for help finding a book. people would just come in and get her to scan their novels and walk out without saying a word. not clara though.

“hi, sorry can you help me?” the girl asked. billie looked up from her desk. immediately locking eyes with the girl. billie furrowed her eyebrows, no one ever talked to her. “yeah of course.” billie replied with a smile on her face. “uhm i’m new here, a freshman actually, and i was wondering if you could help me find the romance section?” clara asked politely.

her brown honey eyes only had innocence in them. she batted her eyelashes at billie like a little puppy. billie smiled and got up from her chair. “yeah, it’s right over here.” she began to guide her.

clara followed behind. her skirt swaying back and forth as she walked. “its kind of hidden in the back for some reason. the people who made the layout in here must of been some bitter person since it’s so hidden. no one even comes back here most of the time because nobody even knows it exist.” billie explains with a chuckle. “wow really?” clara asked, interest filling her tone. billie looked back at here. “yeah.. well.. here you go. if you ever need anything let me know.” billie reminded her. clara flashed her one last smile and went to serching. she definitely kept the words if you ever need anything let me know in mind.

almost everyday she would come into the library and ask billie a question. any other time billie would probably have gotten aggravated. but with clara she never minded.

clara came in today. immediately greeting billie with a heart warming smile. that smile lighting up billie’s entire day. “hi bils!” clara spoke. the nickname immediately making billie’s face go red. she loved how friendly clara was. its like they had know each other their whole lives. clara went back on to the romance section leaving billie back at her desk alone.

clara soon came over with a book in her hand. she rested her arms on billie’s desk, sliding the book to her. “hey billie can you tell me what this book is about? the description is pretty vague…” clara asked. billie happily obliged.

billie was also a huge reader herself so most of the time if someone brought up a book she knew it.

she took the book and read the cover. she immediately knew what book this was. “its kind of a generic enemies to lovers book. its a lesbian book too, if you know, your into that. its basically just a story where these two girls are forced to be camp counselors together who hate each other but then fall in love.” billie explains. clara nods. “sounds good enough.” billie took the book and scanned it. “i’ll see you again tomorrow bils.” clara said. a little seduction in her tone. it made billie shiver a little.

clara knew what she was doing. she was extremely interested in billie. everything about her made her feel all kind of things. the way she dressed, like, a librarian but way hotter. the way billie’s glasses fit on her and made her already pretty blue eyes even more pretty. how billie would help her. something about it just made her want her more. so everything clara was doing she was very much aware of.

clara came in the next day. she wore a button down top that fit her in all the right places. her cleavage on full display. she also wore one of those cute little mini skirts that basically had her ass on display. she walked in the library confidently. her little sex mafia book in hand. she immediately made eyes with billie. her iconic smile flashing to billie, and billie flashing it back.

clara began to walk up to her desk. “hi billieee.” clara said, dragging the e out. “there’s my favorite girl.” billie said while closing her book. the words my favorite girl lighting clara’s face up. clara sat her previous book on the counter and began to walk back to the romance section.

clara looked through the books until she found something that caught her eye. the description got straight to the point. explaining how sexual the book was. it was a book about a mafia boss and his wife. the book was extremely explicit. a smirk creeping across clara’s face.

clara walked over with the book in her hand. she rested her arms on billie’s desk, her boobs basically on full display for the older girl. sliding the book to her, she said, “hey billie can you tell me if this book is good or not?” clara asked.

billie nodded, taking the book from her. she looked at the cover and immediately knew what it was. her cheeks flushed red.

“its uhm, its basically this book about some mafia boss and his wife who go on these mission. the plots pretty boring if you ask me. it’s mainly just lots and lots of sex. while reading it i tended to got distracted on whatever was actually going on because the sex was so much.” billie explained. an evil grin began to plaster across clara’s face. a face that billie had never seen on her before.

“perfect.” is all she said. billie’s eyebrows furrowed. clara didn’t look like the type of person to be interested in a book like this. but billie pushed away her questions and scanned the book for her. “thank you.” clara said. a little seduction in her tone. it made billie shiver a little.

clara went back to her door. she wasn’t actually interested in the book if she was being honest. this was all part of her plan.

she waiting till it was late at night. she was in her skimpy victoria secret pajamas. the same pajamas that you could see her nipples through. it was currently 8:50. ten minutes before the library closed. she wanted to give billie one more visit.

she began to walk back down to the library. her book in hand. she walked in and the room was completely empty. billie couldn’t even been seen in sight. a confused expression filled clara’s face. she began to look around the room. she got onto the fiction section when she saw billie. her back was facing clara’s. she was putting up some books. clara walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. billie swung around. a terrified look on her face. billie immediately grabbed her chest.

“holy shit clara, shit, you scared me oh my god.” she said while trying to calm her down. all clara could do is smile at her. “i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean to startle you..” billie sighed. “its uhm, its fine. w-what are you doing here so late?” billie asked.

clara took her book from behind her back. “my book… its too boring.” she explained. billie chuckled. “yeah i told you..” clara cut her off. “no. not boring like you said. it was too.. soft for me. too vanilla. could you help me find a more interesting one bils?” clara asked her. she made that same innocent look. only this time billie knew she was faking. billie was utterly confused as to what was going on but she decided to play along. “uh, sure i guess..” billie began to lead her back to the romance section again.

as they went to the back they both started looking at books together. that’s when clara pulled out one. one she had already read, but billie didn’t have to know that. “can you tell me what this one is about?” clara asked. billie took the book from her hands. billie hadn’t read this one yet.

she turned the book around and looked at the description. “uhh it says it’s about a teacher and student affair.” billie says. clara began to get closer to billie. “well isn’t that interesting?” clara’s said tilting her head. billie began to get hot. “uhm, yeah i guess so..” billie couldn’t hold eye contact. “doesn’t the thought of doing something with someone you shouldn’t be just turn you on? i mean come on, anyone would agree with that, right?” clara asked. lust filled her voice. the way she delivered that sentence gave billie goosebumps. clara began to get closer to billie. their chest touching. billie could feel clara’s hard nipples. billie gulped.

clara chuckled. “bils you look hot.. you should take your jacket off. your face is getting red to..” clara said with a mocking tone. billie didn’t know what was happening at this point. her head was mush. she couldn’t think properly. “clara, stop.” billie demanded. clara looked at her confused. “stop what? am i not allowed to be concerned for you bils?” clara asked, this time running her fingers on billie’s arms. billie couldn’t take this anymore.

billie took clara by the arms and pinned her against the book shelf. a little gasp escaping clara’s mouth. “what are you trying to get out of this, hm? prancing around here like a little slut.” billie spoke. her voice was rough. clara wasn’t expecting this whatsoever but she was complaining. billie began to rap her fingers around clara’s neck. “so tell me. what is it that you want?” this was a completely new tone for clara. if she thought she was hot before, this completely changed everything.

“please, billie. i need you.” clara spoke out pathetically. thats all billie needed in order to flip clara over.

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