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marigoldenblooms · 10 months ago

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That's a Wrap - One Shot

Pairing: Director!Natasha x Fem!Actor!Reader x Actor!Wanda (MINORS DNI - 18+)

Summary: You and Wanda can’t seem to get this scene right. With your director’s help, you manage.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tags: Is Y/N in the room with us right now (They aren’t), Dom!Natasha, Switch!Wanda, Bottom!Reader. Dub-con, power dynamic (Director/Actor), voyeurism, degradation, praise, semi-public sex, semi-orgasm denial, light edging, objectification, oral (W receiving), fingering (R receiving), strap-on use(R receiving), some pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling, ma’am, Tasha(For N), Wan/Wands(For W), Mommy(For W, used loosely)), Nat calls her strap her dick, semi-previous established relationship? Porn with plot, clothed sex, sextape, light aftercare, fluff at the end.

A/N: Welcome to the first issue of Smut Saturdays! Want to really create some good shit in this genre, so I'm posting at least one spicy fic every Saturday (if I can help it)! This came to me in a vision (called the five minutes before my math class)- After my last smut fic did well (An Important Lesson, Prof!Wanda x Reader, which you can read here), I thought I’d do some WandaNat practice! Not proofread, written in the span of an evening. This is a crime against intimacy coordinators, I’m so sorry. Asides over. Natasha wears a strap to her films and she can dick me down with it, please and thank you!

Word Count: 2.4k - Read Length: 8 minutes, 49 seconds.

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It was never fun when the producers came by.

They’d always arrive in droves of two or three, never the top dog- as if Natasha’s ‘avant-garde chick flick’, as they called it, wasn’t worth their time. They certainly treated it as much. Today was the worst day for them to arrive, in pressed jackets and always on a phone call, because today you were filming the sex scene. It was more of a ‘romance’ scene, with alluring cinematography and enough passion to make your eyes fall out, yet you hadn’t even gotten to remove any clothes from your beautiful costar- Wanda. You knew she was incredible, her previous films as a fem fatale showing her dominant streak, however the spark couldn’t burn when interruptions from the suits kept happening. You weren’t on a porn set, and yet sometimes you wish you were. Might’ve been faster, or at least more fun.

“From the top,” A groveled voice muttered, Natasha’s steely gaze breaking into your skull- though a part of you wished she’d break your back. The redhead had always been an inspiration, one of the leading reasons for your participation in her project, besides her being so fine. But now, she looked pissed, worn down by hours of appeasing the producer’s half-baked suggestions and guarding you and Wanda from their prying eyes. “Yes Ma’am,” you replied, earning a slight chuckle from your director, the twinkle in her eye not lost on you- she was on her last legs, but it was yours and Wanda’s compliance that kept her going.

You’d return to your blocking, centered in the middle of your ‘apartment bedroom’, with Wanda’s hand placed gently on your waist. Your roles were lovers, reuniting after a long day of hardship, slowing down after it all. You’d stare up at her, the mild exasperation in your expression making her smile. She’d send a wink down to you, muttering something about being ‘bored too’, but ‘not hating kissing you again’, or the like. She’d invited you out to coffee tonight, and especially after a day like this, you’d take it. Perhaps you’d even forget the paparazzi and really kiss her as you’d been wanting to do this whole shoot. Throw a bone to the fanfiction writers and make their canon comply with reality. Maybe. It was Natasha’s words which startled you from your thoughts, a look of tenderness overcoming your face as you’d sink into your character, “Action!”

Within an instant, Wanda hiked her hands under the hem of your shirt, eyes darting down to your face. Her palms were warm against you, smooth against your soft skin, as your head rested gently on her shoulder. She’d tug at the fabric- and you’d send her a quick nod, smiling as you’d lean up to capture her lips in yours-

“Well that’s not very marketable!” A producer would crow, scoffing with both his hands outstretched towards the two of you. You’d freeze, feeling all of the passion drain out from the scene, no more than a shell of itself. His bald head wasn’t very marketable, looking like a morally dubious Mr. Clean- and yet you didn’t comment on it. He’d look at Natasha, the woman pinching the bridge of her nose with a stern sigh, and you gulped. Oh, shit. She was going to lose it. “Can’t you get their clothes off faster? Our focus groups won’t wait around for-”

“Fucking Christ, get- out!” Natasha shouted, a growl in her tone bringing heat to your face. She scowled, roaring to the surrounding suits, “Leave, get off my set- it’s my fucking turn to direct them.” Her hands would fan away their deer-in-headlights looks, ushering them out before locking the door. Her fiery gaze would bore into you then, jaw locked as her heels would click towards you and Wanda, many feet apart.

The two shared a knowing nod- And before you could speak, your director grabbed Wanda by her shirt collar and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Your jaw would drop as the brunette’s eyes widened, fluttering shut as Wanda moaned into the embrace- Natasha’s hands planted firmly on her tits. She’d squeeze them, earning a gasp from Wanda, your costar’s head swung back as Natasha swiped her thumbs across her nipples. Your director’s gaze would strike yours, and you understood why Wanda’s submission was so quick. You shuddered at the redhead’s gleaming smirk, her voice a husked whisper, “Get those clothes off and get on the bed for me, baby. Now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Your reply was instant, Natasha’s grin only widening as you’d shed your layers, kneeling on the mattress’s soft sheets. They were cold, goosebumps settling up your spine yet you wouldn’t move, eyes trained obediently on Natasha. You were so perfect for her.

Natasha’s mouth would return to Wanda’s, pressing her into the faux wall that had outlined the bedroom. Her hand would splay against Wanda’s stomach, and you saw how she hiked up the shirt there, continuing to palm her tits while unclasping Wanda’s bra with the other. She’d pepper kisses across the brunette’s neck, sucking hickeys the lower she’d go.

They’d part only so Wanda’s top could come completely off, your director keeping a claiming touch on Wanda’s hip as she’d look back at you over her shoulder. Her hair was wild, mused from Wanda’s hands slung loosely around her shoulders while her expression remained flushed, dark eyes darting down to the slick that pooled between your legs. Wanda’s voice would ring to you, almost reverent as her hips would stutter against Natasha’s, “She’s fucking drooling for us, Tasha..”

The redhead would bite back a smirk as she’d watch you twitch. You ached to touch them, yourself, anything- your hands already balled into fists on your thighs, legs rubbing together, desperate for friction. But neither had given the command, and you had an inkling from their hungry looks that they wanted you needy, right where they had you. Natasha’s rasp came second, “Then show her what I taught you.”

Wanda would reach you first, discarding the rest of her clothes in the process. Her hands trailed warm touches up your legs and to your chest, digging into your soft flesh as her lips would meet yours. It was explosive, sweet and tender yet with a ferocity that claimed you quickly, heating up your skin as her knee would slot between your thighs. You’d feel Natasha’s calloused fingers on the small of your back, the sinking of her weight in the mattress behind you, and her tone husked in your ear, “Stretch her out for me, Wan- like we practiced.” Your director’s words sent a buzz to your core, cunt grinding mercilessly into the sheets below as Wanda’s hand would trail there, dragging two fingers along your folds before arcing dazzling circles around your clit.

You’d eagerly press your hips into her touch, moaning lowly as she’d chuckle, “So wet for me, sweetheart…bet I can just slip right in.” She’d coax her fingers inside, your pussy walls taking her gladly as Wanda curled her digits against that spongy spot. Your back would arch, head growing fuzzy as you’d feel your slick drip down her hand. Her thumb would press into your clit as you’d buck your hips against her, cursing a quick “Fuck-” which was quickly swallowed up by Wanda’s mouth. She’d bite your lip, dragging it with her teeth as she’d settle into her rhythm, spare hand palming your tits with a rougher grasp, “Been waiting for this, haven’t you sweetheart- pretty whore, just for us.”

“Mhm, good girl just wants to be fucked, don’t you?” Natasha would grit, and you could see her stroking something behind your back. She’d unzipped her slacks- her strap heavy in her hand, glistening with the spit she’d gathered in her palm. Natasha bucked her hips against her hold, cursing as the cock’s base would rub against her clit. She looked incredible, sweat across her brow as her hand would clench around the toy, like she could feel it. “Keep going, Wands- want her perfect for my dick.”

Natasha would pant, breathing ragged as her hand moved in time with Wanda’s fingers- curling into you almost torturously, feeling your cunt clench around her. The brunette’s kiss would claim you again, moaning into her warmth as her thumb would circle your clit. She’d sigh almost lovingly, fondness overtaking her expression as your head found the crook of her neck, “She’s already perfect, Tasha-” She’d coo, although her hand wouldn’t stop, gasping at the squelching sound of her fingers up your cunt, “This pussy was made for us, darling.”

Their words and touch brought you so close, yet Wanda’s hands slowed down when she felt your legs quiver or your breathing seize up, never giving you what you needed. You’d squirm against Wanda, begging for more, a lingering touch, anything- “Please, Wan- I‘m so close,” You whined, earning a tut from your costar. She’d devour your pleas, lost to time as her mouth would reach yours, softer than before. You felt her sympathetic smile against you as she’d shake her head, locking eyes with Natasha’s heavy stare, “Not yet, sweetheart..It’s not my turn anymore.”

The redhead groaned when Wanda slid her fingers out of you, her fingers shimmering with your arousal. Your walls fluttered around nothing, aching for anyone’s touch as you felt Natasha’s rugged grasp on your hips, pulling you up and back so your pelvis was against hers. The strap had warmed in her hand, dragging between your legs. You were dripping for her, soft sparks of pleasure seizing you as her tip would brush against your clit. Her voice would thunder through you, almost delirious with her own need, “Fucking finally..want this pussy all to myself…”

Wanda would chuckle at that, your director kneading at your hips as Wanda’s thighs settled in front of your mouth, your arms propping yourself just above her soaked cunt. “We promised to share, Tasha..” She’d croon, face flushed and touch softer than Natasha’s as she’d cradle your face in her palms, “Such a pretty girl..are you ready for your reward, darling?” You nodded, a flurry of sensation hitting you all at once- Natasha’s strap sinking into you as the redhead would push your shoulder blades down, pressing your face between Wanda’s legs.

The stretch was incredible, the woman behind you vicious as she’d drive her dick into you, bottoming out as your mouth would be smothered against Wanda’s cunt. Each thrust would drive Wanda crazy, your gasps and whimpers vibrating right into her core, especially as you’d flat your tongue against her clit, suckling on the sensitive nub. Her thighs would threaten to shut on you, her stretched words lost in your pussydrunk haze, “Yes, like that sweetheart- such a good girl..-” Natasha would rock her hips into yours, pace bruising as she’d pull your thighs flush to hers. You’d hear her muffled curses as she’d bottom out again, sighing as if she could feel you clench around her. “Baby..fuck, so perfect for us…” Wanda’s hands would thread into your hair, anchoring her hold on you as she’d press your face further into her cunt.

The sight would echo a curse from Natasha’s mouth, her hips growing a little more erratic, “Fucking christ, she’s our perfect little whore, aren’t you baby-” You’d try to nod, moaning as Natasha’s hand would press further into your back, keeping you from moving an inch, “Don’t even think, baby- just fucking take it, fuck-”

Time would seem to slow, your brain fuzzing into blissful static as you’d feel Wanda’s thighs tremor around your head, her grip tightening as she’d see your body tremble in Natasha’s touch. “Come with me, sweetheart- be a good girl and come for Mommy.” Her saccharine words spurred you into a blinding release, your tongue working Wanda through her orgasm as your body quaked with your own. You’d feel Natasha follow shortly thereafter, cursing aloud as she’d pull herself out of you, watching as you’d clench around nothing. Her hands would immediately find your waist, bringing you gently up to kneel with your back against her clothed front.

Panting, your arms would shake as you’d catch your breath, leaning up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You could feel both women’s eyes on you as you’d suckle on your fingers, cleaning up with an exaggerated moan, looking towards Wanda as you’d pop your hand out of your mouth, your words almost dreamy, “Mmm, so good, Wan..” You’d giggle as Wanda’s face would alight in blush, although the clink of metal and fabric drove you away from your teasing.

Natasha’s hands would be rushed as she’d pull her pants and harness down, eyes heavy with a lust that made you shudder, “Switch with me, Wands-” She’d grit, thrusting the strap in her general direction before settling calloused palms on your still quivering thighs, her gaze boring into yours, “It’s my turn for her mouth.”

Wanda’s smirk was immediate, sending you another sly wink, “Gladly.”

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Unbeknownst to the three of you, the cameras had never stopped rolling. That film would never be seen by the public, kept hidden once you left the building. Not to say it couldn't be enjoyed by you three, though.

Natasha and Wanda took you out to coffee afterwards as the brunette had promised. They explained their prior agreement to ‘test the waters’ with you, Wanda working with Natasha on a plan to woo you both in and out of character. The date went well, although with much less lingering glances and more almost-fucking in the back of Wanda’s car afterwards. It was there that the public and paparazzi learned of your relationship, although their camera flash thankfully stopped any romance before it got good. You weren’t on a porn set, after all- and Wanda kept your half-nude form hidden while Natasha cursed out the press. All in a day’s work.

Unfortunately, the day’s work began anew the next day. Filming the romance scene was no difficult measure now, but Natasha’s grin and Wanda’s wandering hands blurred the lines of professionalism. The film crew couldn’t care less, a few of them- such as Kate, a script supervisor- mentioned how they knew it would happen eventually (and won a bet with Peter, who said it’d take until the award show for you three to get together).

However, once you three escaped into Natasha’s office for some ‘paperwork’ as she’d called it, it didn’t matter. They were yours, and that was enough. ~~~

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nats-firefly · 2 years ago

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ceo!wanda maximoff x assistant!reader

summary: your girlfriend corrects you when you just couldn't help yourself

warnings: mommy kink, pillow humping, wanda calls r pet, heavy use of petnames, orgasm denial, wands slaps r once, dacryphilia, cum strap, wanda is mean but also really soft, breeding kink

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“Bye, Celeste,” You said with a smile as the older assistant picked up her coat to leave the office, attention turning back to your screen as you typed away on your keyboard.

“Bye, Y/N, have a good weekend,” She said as she walked through the door towards the elevator. Your eyes focused on the small clock at the corner of your screen. You clicked random places on the screen, having to pretend to be doing something just a little while longer before you could finally go into your girlfriend’s office.

You and Wanda had been dating for about two years now. No one in the office knew about it except the head of the HR department who Wanda swore to secrecy. You didn’t want everybody in the office to view you just as Wanda’s little toy, which you very much were, but you were also excellent at your job. Handling the CEO’s personal and professional commitments was no easy task.

As you heard the doors of the elevator close, you sprung off your seat, gathering your personal items into your bag before quickly sliding your underwear off. For the last few work hours all you could think about was the strap your girlfriend left the house packing and everything you wanted to do with it.

You knocked on her door before walking into her office and dropping your bag at one of the plush chairs by the door of the large room. You took a second to appreciate the view behind your girlfriend’s desk. You were in the tallest building around and the view from the floor to ceiling windows gave you a great view of the bustling city under you.

“Good evening, Ms Maximoff,” You said, walking around her desk and swiveling her chair to face you. You cupped her face with your hand before leaning down to kiss her beautiful soft lips. You felt her hum into the kiss, enjoying finally having you to herself.

“Good evening, sweetheart,” She said, pulling you onto her lap. You easily straddled her, your face settling into the crook of her neck like it did every night. “I just have a few more things to wrap up, shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

You grunted softly into the skin of her neck, earning yourself a soft hair tug from Wanda so she could see your face. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes, Mommy,” You whispered, looking down at her lips. She granted you another kiss before you went back to laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of your girlfriend’s arms in her large office chair. You felt her hand running up and down your back when she wasn’t typing. You didn’t like when you had to wait for her attention like this, but she always made your waiting so comfortable.

You tried to be patient. Tried not to let all the thoughts of Wanda fucking you into the mattress from last night drift into your mind. But they did. And the feeling of her large strap, the one you knew was the one with the cum reservoir solely from its size, made not thinking about it very hard. And when the hour Wanda promised was up, you started to get desperate.

“Wan-” You started to whine but were quickly interrupted.

“Work is over, sweetheart, you know better than that,” She warned between typing noises.

“Mommy,” You whined, starting to lightly kiss up to Wanda’s earlobe. “Can we go home now?”

“Not yet baby,” She continued typing, not even sparing a second to look at you. You knew the work she had to do, and couldn’t figure out what she was doing for the life of you.

You knew better than to argue with her, instead deciding to take things into your own hands. You started leaving soft kisses on her neck, thinking about how much you wanted to litter her neck with marks just like she so often does to you. As your lips started nibbling on her earlobe, your hips started subtly moving against her leg.

Wanda smirked, knowing exactly what you were doing. The fabric of her pants against your bare cunt lit a fire in your lower abdomen, your breath becoming labored as you continued your movements. Since walking into your girlfriend’s office you could feel how wet you were, now that you were finally doing something about it, you couldn’t get enough.

“Are you enjoying yourself baby?” Wanda asked. Your hips stuttered, but ultimately continued their movements. You hid your face in the crook of her neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, releasing a breathy moan into her skin. Wanda’s hand slid down to your ass, looking to snap your underwear against you but she found none. She quickly grabbed your hips and slid them away from her so she could look at where you were grinding against. She could see you left a wet spot there from your arousal.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” She cursed, making your legs clench around hers. She pushed you off her lap, settling you on the ground. “Look what you left on my work pants,” Her tone was harsh and you pouted as you looked at the wet spot. “Needy pets like you can go hump a pillow while Mommy is working.”

She went back to her work without a second look. Wanda kept a large pillow for you under her large desk for times when you misbehaved like this. You pulled your pillow between your legs, feeling the rough texture of the fabric rub against you. Wanda watched you as you rocked your hips back and forth against the pillow, noticing your eyes go hazy as the feeling between your legs overwhelmed you.

Wanda went back to her work the same second, her ignorance did something unexpected to you. Every rock of your hips sent a fire through you, your thoughts drifting to how Wanda’s hands feel against your body. You pictured how her fingers felt inside you, and how much you wanted them there. Wanda shifted in her seat, the strap straining against her pants reminding you of the possibilities for the night.

“Mommy,” You whined, your hands gripping the pillow for dear life as you continued your movements. You were so close you could almost feel it. Your eyes screwed shut as you started to feel that pleasurable knot in your stomach.

“Don’t cum,” Wanda’s voice was stern. Her eyes narrowed at you as she closed the useless windows she was using to stall you on her computer. You moaned, your hips stuttering at her command. “And don’t you stop either.”

You shuddered, trying your hardest to hold off your incoming orgasm. Even with your hips going at a snail’s pace, the feeling of the pillow against your clit guided your senses. You didn’t notice Wanda finally powering off her computer.

“Mommy, I-I can’t h-hol-” You came with a moan, your body betraying you as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs squeeze against the pillow, goosebumps running down your arms at the feeling.

Wanda stood up and made her way to you in two strides, taking you by the jaw. Her grip was strong, and it made tears flood your vision. “Are you too dumb to follow directions, pet?”

You let a tear slide down your cheek, the shame of what you’d just done sinking in. She pushed your head away, turning away from you. “Stand up and get your things, we’re going home.”

You stood up on shaky legs, almost stumbling to where you left your beg. Wanda was impatiently waiting for you by her private elevator by the time you grabbed your bag. She refused to look at you as you made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding in anticipation of being in a small space with the seemingly enraged woman for such a long time as you went down the many floors to the parking lot.

In reality, Wanda knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what her pet could take and exactly the thoughts going through your head. She never expected you to actually hold off your orgasm, the second she saw the hazy look in your eyes, she knew you couldn’t.

The second the doors of the elevator closed, Wanda had you pinned against the wall, your bag dropped by your feet. Wanda spread your legs apart, fingers easily slipping into you. You moaned, gripping her arms that were doing most of the work to keep you upright.

“If you can’t follow directions, we’re gonna have to practice, aren’t we princess?” She growled in your ear. Her fingers started curling into you, your nails digging into her blazer as you moaned into the small space. “And don’t you dare cum this time.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it was the only word you could remember at this point. Her fingers expertly moved inside you, making your back arch off the elevator wall. Your walls clenched around her fingers as her mouth found your neck, quickly starting to suck a mark onto your skin. You moaned as her teeth grazed your skin, hips starting to buck against her hand. You could feel yourself getting closer to your release, Wanda’s fingers hitting the perfect spots inside you. “Wanda, please.”

Wanda pulled her fingers out of you, your arousal almost splashing against your face as she slapped your cheek. Your head turned at the impact as you felt tears start to form, her action only added to your arousal, you could feel it almost dripping out of you. She grabbed your jaw so you face her again, slipping the fingers that were previously inside you into your mouth.

“That’s not my name,” She said, pushing her fingers further into your mouth. She cooed as she watched another tear roll down your cheek. “Crying won’t help your case, baby, you know Mommy loves it when you cry.”

All you could do was whimper around her fingers, a strangled ‘Mommy’ left your lips. Wanda trailed her lips down your neck, roughly littering it with more deep marks. Her leg made its way between yours and just as you were starting to get something from it, the doors to the elevator dinged open to the parking lot. “Come on, pet.”

You watched as Wanda walked to the car in front of you, following closely behind her. Your mind felt so hazy, all you wanted was to have her, to please her. All the brattiness you had felt earlier had faded away. Now you just wanted to be good for Mommy.

By the time you reached the car, Wanda was already inside. You got in next to her and George, her driver, pulled off. You sat nicely, with your hands on your lap and head down, waiting for Wanda’s instruction.

“Come over here, baby,” She said, pulling you closer to her so you were practically on her lap. Her hand ran up your inner thigh, fingertips playing with the hem of your short skirt. “You know, if you’d just been a good girl the ride down in the elevator would’ve been very different.”

“Mommy,” You whined quietly, holding onto the collar of her blazer. Her thumb drew circles on your thigh absentmindedly, it left your skin tingling for more. You were afraid you’d leak onto her slacks again. “George is right there.”

“You came in my office without a second thought, I didn’t think you’d mind, baby,” She teased, kissing the corner of your jaw. When she pulled back she sighed at your prevalent pout. “He doesn’t care, pet,” She sighed, rolling her eyes then turning to the driver. “George, do you care if I teach this whore a lesson back here?”

“No, ma’am,” George said, clicking a button on the center console lifting the divider up so you and Wanda had some privacy. Your mouth was left ajar as Wanda looked back at you with a smug expression.

“Open your legs, princess,” Tears stung at your eyes at the embarrassment you felt at just how wet the interaction made you. Wanda slipped her fingers into you, You gripped the edge of the seat, trying to control yourself as much as you could as her fingers curled and hit the perfect spot inside you. “See, baby, if you were good, you could cum as many times as you want.”

You whined into Wanda, holding off as much as you could. “Mommy, please.” Your hips rut against her hand, making her slip her fingers out of you.

“Oh come on, I’ve heard you do better than that,” She cooed, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Mommy, please,” You begged, trying to slide her hand back to your center. “I need it, I need you, you make me feel so good, please Mommy.”

“Hmm, better,” Her hand went back to playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing as she shifted in her seat, reminding you of your favorite strap, safely tucked into her pants. You grabbed onto her wrist, rutting against her hand. “Maybe if you’re good and take what I give you, you’ll get a little reward when we get home. How does that sound, baby?”

“Mommy,” You whined, letting go of her wrist and burying your face into her neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as you let Wanda have her way with you, destined to be good for the rest of the ride home. Her thumb continued playing with your oversensitive clit, quickly sending you closer to the edge. “I wanna cum, I need it.”

“I know what you need, baby,” She pulled her hand away as more tears escaped your eyes. “Mommy knows best.”

“B-but,” You cried, cutting yourself off before you said something that would get you in deeper trouble. You felt her nails lightly scratch down your thigh then her palm soothe back up. “O-okay, I trust you, Mommy.”

“You know I love when you cry for me,” Wanda cooed, using her other hand to smooth down your hair. “Almost as much as I love when you cum for me.”

You cried out as her fingers met your clit once again, It was almost painful at this point. You desperately needed a release, your cunt now freely leaking onto her pants. Wanda didn’t care at this point, she wanted to destroy you. You moaned breathlessly, rutting your hips against her fingers.

“Don’t cum,” Wanda said, watching to see if you would obey or defy her again. Your eyes shot open, it was taking every muscle in your body to hold off the orgasm Wanda was pushing you towards. “Be a good girl, listen to Mommy.”

“Mommy- I can’t- I can’t hold it- it’s-” You cried, genuinely trying your very best. But Wanda’s fingers moved relentlessly, the pain was quickly turning into pleasure. To your luck, the car stopped just as you were about to give up, and Wanda took her hand away. When you looked at her, she was smirking as she tasted you on her fingers.

“So sweet,” She hummed, sliding you off her lap and giving you a kiss on the cheek, trailing her lips down to the corner of your jaw. “I could eat you whole.”

Shivers went down your spine at her sultry tone, hints of her accent coming through. “Come inside, princess, let’s get your punishment over with.”

You turned to her wide eyed, but she didn’t notice, back already turned to you as she walked into the house. You thought you’d had enough already. You chased after her, following her past the kitchen and into the living room.

“Mommy,” You called sweetly, slinging your arms around her neck to pull her into you. She hummed against your lips swaying the two of you towards the back of the couch, she settled you between her legs as you continued kissing her.

“Yes, angel?” She asked when you finally pulled away. You didn’t actually have anything to say, hoping your teary doe eyes would do the trick and make her go easy on you. Her lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and biting every few pecks.

“Please, Mommy,” You moaned, scratching her scalp. She hummed against you, her lips now trailing your collarbones.

“Strip,” She commanded, pulling back and leaning against the couch. You stayed frozen in place, not knowing if she was letting you off the hook or not. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You stepped away from her, slowly reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. Wanda’s eyes stayed on yours as your dress fell onto the floor, quickly followed by your bra. Her eyes trailed down, tongue sliding along her bottom lip as she took you in. She couldn’t wait to have her hands on you again.

“Turn around,” Her voice turned sultry, her desired flooding into every one of her senses. “Let Mommy have a look.”

“M-Mommy,” You could feel her eyes on your body, your skin burning without her touch. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your prolonged exposure made you unsure of Wanda’s desire. You almost felt embarrassed, did she even want you anymore?

“Hey, none of that,” Wanda said, beckoning you back into her arms once she noticed the self-doubt creeping up your face. You walked into her open embrace, her hands immediately pulling you closer by the waist and lips connecting to your neck.

“Look at my baby,” She breathed against your neck, her lips trailing up to litter soft kisses all over your face, making you erupt in small laughs. “So beautiful, the prettiest pet in the whole wide world.”

You hid your face in the crook of her neck, her arms wrapping around you and engulfing you in a big hug. Your eyes shone up at her, still unsure. “Really?”

She leaned in, bumping your nose against hers. “You’re my gorgeous girl, I’ve only got eyes for you, angel.”

When you looked at her, you could tell she was telling the truth. You tilted your head back, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Wanda said, cupping your face and sliding her thumb over your cheekbone.

“I love you too,” You replied, letting her kiss you once again.

“Now, angel,” You could tell by her tone, this wasn’t gonna be anything good. “Mommy’s gotta finish giving you your punishment for your little act at the office.”

“No, Mommy,” You teased, letting her manhandle you to bend over the back of the couch. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh, yes I do, princess,” She punctuated her point with a slap on your ass, making you grip the pillows under you. “How else are you gonna know to follow my rules?”

“But Momm-”

“Be quiet and take it,” Another slap, hard enough to make you yelp. “Count for me, baby, can you do that?”

“Yes,” You mumbled, grunting as she delivered another onto your ass. “Three.”

She continued her actions until tears were sliding down your face and it hurt even when she slid her hands over your ass. Her rings were still on, the metal only making everything more painful. It wasn’t until you counted to forty and tears were rolling down your cheeks that she stopped.

“Look at you, honey,” She cooed, running her hands down your ass and the back of your thighs. “So wet for me, you’re dripping.”

You whined, leaning back as she ghosted her fingertips over your cunt. “Mommy, I- I’m sorry, I‘ll be good, please.”

“What was that, sweetheart?” She easily slipped two fingers into you, making you gasp into the pillow below you.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your wall clenching around Wanda’s fingers. “Please, Mommy.”

Wanda continued curling her fingers inside you, using her other hand to silently remove her pants. You were too overwhelmed by her fingers in your cunt to notice. When Wanda removed her fingers, your whine in protest was quickly interrupted by the feeling of the tip of the thick strap pressing against your entrance.

“Is this what you want, pet?” She asked, slowly inching inside you. “Want to be stuffed full of my cock?”

“F-fuck, ye-yes Mommy,” You groaned as Wanda bottomed out inside you, your insides buzzed at the feeling. “Want you to breed me Mommy, please.”

“That’s my pretty pet,” Wanda started pumping her strap in and out of you, your back arching to give her more access. She gripped your hips, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room mixed with your moans. Wanda gripped your hair, pulling you up so your back was against her front. You moaned, legs starting to give out under you as you were brought closer to the edge. “Are you getting closer, baby?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” You almost screamed as Wanda’s hand drifted down to circle your clit. “Mommy, I’m gonna- Can I cum?”

“Good girl,” Wanda kissed the side of your neck, quickly trailing up to nibble on your earlobe. Wanda pulled out completely, bringing a fresh round of tears down your face. You were so worked up and sensitive, you didn’t even know if you had it left in you to cum. Her strong arms turned you back around, and picked you up into her arms, carrying you into your shared bedroom. She let you down on your bed, holding your legs open and pressing them into your chest. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”

You looked at her, wide teary eyes begging for a release. “Please, Mommy.”

“You did so good for me,” Wanda started slowly sliding inside of you once again. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, look how pretty your pussy looks stretched around my cock.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it wouldn’t take long to send you over the edge and her words were making it embarrassingly easy. She started thrusting into you at a steady pace, your nails digging into her skin.

“I’m gonna fill you up so pretty,” She said, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Please,” You moaned, trying to buck your hips up to meet her thrusts. “Please, Mommy, let me cum, please please please.”

Wanda reached down to play with your clit once more, making you scream out in pleasure. “Cum for me angel,” Wanda released the cum into you, the feeling of it sending you plunging over the edge.

“You did so good for me, baby,” Wanda encouraged, helping you ride out your orgasm as your body shook with the overdue release. “Look so pretty cumming for me.”

“All for you, Mommy,” You mumbled as Wanda rubbed your thighs up and down, slowly removing her strap. She watched as the cum leaked out of you, resisting the urge to fuck it back into you.

“Good girl,” Her praise made you feel so warm, her soft voice making you feel hazier than ever. Her lips trailed down your leg, until she leaned over you, pushing the hairs stuck to your sweat covered face back. “So good for me.”

“Mommy,” Your voice was hoarse, Wanda’s lips trailed up to yours, connecting them in a slow, soft kiss.

“Let me go get you some water and a cloth to clean you up, my love,” She said, continuing to tuck your hair behind your ear. You wrapped your arms around her body, collecting all your strength to keep her close.

“No,” You whined, feeling tears fill your eyes. “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be right back,” She promised, lifting you so she could reposition you higher up on the bed. “You won’t even notice I’m gone, baby.”

“But,” You let her pull back but still held her close to you. “What about you?”

“We can leave that for the morning,” She said, kissing your cheek and lifting your chin so you looked at her. You held onto her, feeling guilty she didn’t get anything out of this. “You know how much I love making you feel good.”

She poked your sides, making you squirm under her. “Are you sure?”

She kissed the tip of your nose, leaning back so she could go to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up with. “We have all night and all weekend, you don’t have to worry.”

Wanda quickly moved to the bathroom, coming back moments later with a glass full of water and a damp towel. She was soft with her touches, making sure she didn’t press too hard as she cleaned up the mess she’d made of you.

“You’re so pretty,” She cooed as she tossed the cloth to the floor and leaned in to connect your lips. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the luckiest,” You answered before she settled next to you. You cuddled into her side slowly sipping the water she brought for you. You watched as she scrolled through food delivery apps looking for where to order for dinner. Your hand drifted to Wanda’s thigh, drawing light patterns onto the exposed skin.

“What do you want for dinner, baby?” She asked, turning the phone to you but you were busy pressing kisses onto her collarbones. She felt you squeeze her thigh as you sat up.

You settled yourself between her thighs and started to kiss down her body with renewed energy. Wanda smirked, readjusting so you could more easily get to where you wanted to.

“I could think of something.”

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everyonewooeverywhere · 3 months ago

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NSFW BLOG | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: sometimes cuddles aren't enough for good boys after they've had a long day

pairing: sub!yeosang x female!reader

genre: smut | non-idol au

rating: 18+

word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: pet names (baby, good boy), mommy kink, oral (f receiving)

notes: yes this is two fics in one day. no don't get used to it.

You were reading in bed, snuggled up in your pj’s, back propped up on the headboard. It was a typical evening in your quiet apartment. The window was open to let in a nice breeze. The sun had set two hours ago, leaving you just drowsy enough to be able to relax.

Only one thing was missing.

Lucky for you, he showed up right at your bedroom door as soon as you started to miss him. His brown hair fell right above his eyes, and his sweater hung loosely over his hands. He had a soft little pout on his face that made your heart swoon, wordlessly begging to climb into bed with you.

“Come here, baby,” you spoke assertively but void of any aggression. Just giving orders to your good boy knowing they’d be followed without any defiance.

His lips curved into a soft smile before he crawled into the bed. Staying on top of your blankets but still laying his head on your tummy. You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, freshly cleaned and dried after his shower.

You cooed as a shudder coursed through his spine when you scratched your nails along his scalp, “Are you tired, Sangie?” He nodded against your stomach but he seemed a bit restless, “What do you need, baby?”

You looked down to your tummy to see him looking up at you with big eyes, “Mommy…”

Chuckling and raising an eyebrow, you scolded him lightly, “I thought mommy told you you needed to be more specific than that.”

He reached a hand up to palm at one of your thighs, looking up at you expectantly, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.

“Please, mommy. I wan–I want your legs arou–around my face,” he gasped between practically every letter, and you could see him subtly trying to grind into the mattress.

“Yeah? You wanna eat mommy out?” He nodded.

You ran another hand through his tousled hair, “Ok, baby. Take whatever you need.

Sometimes you were worried he couldn’t breathe with your legs around his head so tight. But he kept moving. His tongue never stopped moving over your clit and borderline fucking your pussy. Your toes curled into his back as he ate you out with such need.

You kept your hand tangled in his hair, muttering little praises to him because you knew they built up his confidence. And you loved when his big arms pressed your thighs closer to his face.

“Good boy~” you praised. Letting him whimper into your cunt at the sound of your voice, “You always know how to make mommy feel so good, Sangie.”

You deliberately scratched at his scalp again to listen to him groan. “Oh my pretty boy,” you muttered as you watched him.

His head moving up and down in a steady rhythm. His arms so tightly wrapped around your thighs. The way he thought you didn’t notice how his hips rolled into the mattress every time you praised him.

It didn’t get much better than this, your pretty baby doing everything he could to make you feel good. He didn’t even have to add a finger for you to start feeling an orgasm coming on.

But you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be the first, because as the minutes went on he started grinding harder and harder into your mattress. And you watched as he snuck a hand past the waistband of his sweatpants. Normally, this would be a punishable offense. But you were feeling nice today (and you wanted to watch him cum all over himself).

“You’re close. Aren’t you, baby?”

He locked eyes with you through his hair, only whining into your pussy in response.

“Oh, you’re too precious.” You coddled him just a bit, “Can you come with mommy?”

His tongue on your clit and the hand in his pants started working harder together in tandem. And you felt the familiar pressure build up in your belly. You grasped his hair tightly and suffocated him into your thighs as you came all over his face.

And nearly cried between your legs as he came all over himself in his shorts. Tears formed in his eyes but never fell.

You took a second to catch your breath before speaking, “Come here, baby.” And you pulled him up and let him burrow his head in your neck. Your hands scraped through his hair another time. “So good for mommy.”

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jilixthinker · 11 months ago

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sweet nothings

=͟͟͞♡ bang chan × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ collared channie

word count: 950 words

content warning: explicit sexual content, sub!chan, established relationship, mommy kink, edging, cock play, ass slapping, dacryphilia

a/c: @straykeedz asks (kinda) and I deliver, mwah.

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"What's going on Channie? Too much already?"

Chan looks like a wet mess while you caress his sweaty cheek. He is on the verge of tears, sweet whimpers falling out from his parted lips. He is been rutting against your stomach for more than one hour now, straddling your lap and grinding his naked body with growing impatience.

His swollen cock is gradually wetting your pants underneath, red and oversensitive after being denied of his orgasm for so long. He is wearing nothing but his black cat ears and the collar he used for the fansign. The letters forming "Chris" are shiny under your gaze.

Chan doesn't answer to your question, but his face is a flushed mask and you know he heard you. You coo condescendingly at his silence.

"Too dumb to answer me, honey? You are so sweet."

Chan keeps rubbing himself in small circles, quickly puffing air out of his opened mouth. His tongue lolls out of his lips and a dribble of saliva falls from the tip of it, leaking on his aching cock.

"S' tired m-mommy."

Your bring your arm to circle his hips and your hand caresses the small of his back. Chan whimpers and his puffy cockhead gets caught on the fabric of your sweats.

"But I'm not done playing with you, baby."

Chan cries a little when your hand rests on the soft fat of his buttcheek before hitting his skin with a loud smack. As soon as he feels the slight pain, he rolls his hips and spurts some more precum on you.

"Ah... b-but I've been good. Uh, uh, I've been good f-for you. I wan' cum."

You slap his butt again, he lets out the sweetest sound, cock twitching for the slight pain.

"I don't think so Channie. Not yet. You are still talking, uh? That means you are still with me. You know what I want from my baby boy, right?"

You look up and he is just the prettiest, all spread out and submissive for you. His face is a mess, eyes glossy and lips all bruised and red. His legs tremble every time he delivers a shallow thrust over you.

"Y-yes... I-I don't know, I jus' want to- uh."

You wrap your free hand around his cock and you squeeze it. It's not too harsh, but it's enough to finally make him cry. The tears wet his cheeks and he keen loudly at the feeling.

You smile and you scoot forward to place a tiny peck on his neck, just above his collar. You start a lazy rhythm, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head, all red and swollen. Chan soft sobs make you feel lightheaded and you slide your thumb against his slit. Chan's thighs shake and he nearly screams.

"You know why I gave you this pretty choker to wear in front of all those people, Channie? All tight and with your name on it?" you ask, sliding your left fingers around said collar and grabbing it firmly. "You know why mommy did it?" You wrap your index and thumb on the material and you suddenly pull, Chan's neck harshly moved forward.

Chan is just babbling at this point, head empty of thoughts but full of pleasure for being toyed like this by you. As if he is just yours. As if you own him.

"I did it so everyone could see that you are mine. Just mine to use. My pretty toy." You pull the choker more and he lets out a painful sigh at the movement. "And for you to remember your own name after I am done using you."

Your words are harsh, but your tone is sickengly sweet while you start to circle fastly your wrist around his tip, and obscene squelching noises fill the room.

"And I guess it's working, uh? Can't hear you talking anymore."

Chan's strenght reaches his final point and he finally gives up, falling on your body. He squishes his face on the crook of your neck and his warm tears roll on your shoulder while you keep rubbing the palm of your hand against the head of his cock, making him mewl and squirm. He cannot think anymore, he just feels sticky pleasure and nothing else.

"That's right. That's it. My sweet boy is gonna give me all of his cum, isn't he? You're gonna give it to me because it's mine. Every drop is mine, like everything of you have."

With the hand in between his legs you finally pump his cock fast and hard, feeling him getting painfully rigid between your finger. The filthy noise of his balls slapping against his own skin with every stroke fills the room.

"C'mon, baby boy. You can cum, you have been so good for mommy. Let go, sweet thing. Cum on me."

You turn your face and you kiss his cheek lovingly. Chan hiccups and you give him one last stroke, rubbing your thumb just under the cockhead, where the spongy tip meet his frenulum. And that's how he cums. Warm spurts of cum covering all your hand, hot and creamy, while he finally breathes all of the pleasure out of himself.

"That's my baby. There you go. Always so perfect for me, so sweet. I love you. You did so well."

Chan hums and you bring your hand to stroke gently his hair, combing his sweaty locks and hugging him tight. Chan snuggles against your chest, still panting a little and nuzzling his head on your breasts.

"B-been good?" He murmurs, voice low and tired.

"Been so good, Channie." You kiss the top of his head, whispering sweet nothing until his body relaxes against yours.

His shiny collar is so pretty on him, you think. Good for him you bought him another one.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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A Helping Hand

Professor!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Age Gap(roughly 11 years), Swearing, Pregnancy

Smut: Daddy/Professor (N), Mommy (W), Little Dove/Baby (R), Jean Riding (W),, Oral (N—W, W—R)), Unprotected Sex(R—G!PNat), Squirting( R), Marking (R), Kinks: Lactation ❗️, Praising, Breeding, Choking

5,526 Words

18+ | Minors DNI | SMUT ❗️

Natasha smiled tiredly down at Tommy and Billy, they were truly adorable like this, when they weren't screaming their heads off that is. They'd been up since five am, and finally fell asleep in their swings around nine after two hours of wailing. They were suffering with colic, and therefore the couple were suffering too, at least their little lungs were strong...

Natasha yawned rather loudly as she entered the kitchen, an unavoidable consequence of the glorious sleep schedule of a new mother to a couple of sleepless infants. After steadying her tired body against the marble counters she began to pull down two mugs from the cabinet, then she quickly got to work on breakfast.

The Keurig was the first thing she went for, it was her greatest ally in this current battle of life, Wanda even joked that at this point she might as well have an IV drip of the bitter liquid for her mass coffee consumption. Once she was certain her coffee was brewing she moved quickly to plug in the electric kettle. Wanda's breastfeeding tea was a must for her breakfast routine; happy wife, happy life...

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Natasha decided on fixing chocolate chip pancakes, she cut the strawberries into the shape of hearts to try to spruce up the day. Though the day didn't feel special due to the fatigue of life right now, the calendar noted that it was indeed the fourteenth of February. Valentine's Day was Wanda's favorite holiday, so she knew this whole being stuck indoors would be relatively hard for her wife.

Every year they'd usually go out, even in the earlier days when all they had was their measly little allowance. It didn't matter to Natasha if she was saving up for months, she would take Wanda out to the 'fancy' Italian joint, and even have enough money stashed for the dessert. Over the years they expectantly moved up in life, they graduated from the Olive Garden, but no matter what it was always pasta for dinner.

The couple's going on twenty years together, from awkward high school sweethearts to smoking hot professors, it was quite the ride. They'd always wanted kids, but for the better part of their twenties they'd been busy building their careers, but last year that all changed. When Wanda blew out the '35' candles she told her wife that she could feel her womb aching. Natasha laughed at first, her wife had always been the dramatic type, but after she saw the glare paired with the head tilt she was all in.

"Moya lyubov'?," Wanda stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes scanning for her family., "In the kitchen.," she heard her wife's quiet response, her eyes found the sleeping infants, and so she slowly pattered her way to her., "What's for breakfast? It smells good."

Natasha had just finished the plates, so with a smirk, and a swivel on the ball of her feet she presented the plates., "Ta-Da.," she cheered., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she held the plates out to the side, then she leaned forward to kiss her., "Happy Valentine's Day lyubov'."

The couple shared a quiet breakfast, as the years had passed by they found silence to be far more comforting than forced conversations. They'd smile at each other from time to time, or make mention of something, but for the most part the room was filled with the sounds of soft chewing, and white noise for the boys.

"Wan—.," before Natasha could ask her what she'd like to do today the doorbell was ringing., "Nooo.," the redhead groaned, because just as soon as the jingle stopped the wailing started.

"You get the door, I'll get the babies.," Wanda remedied, she placed a soft kiss to her lips., "Play nice, no more scaring off the neighbors."

Natasha rolled her eyes, then she marched to the door with a harsh scowl., "What is it?," she barked out, but at the sight of you with your book bag, and a tray of goodies she softened., "Sorry honey, I didn't realize it was you.," you smiled back., "It's okay Professor Romanoff."

A teasing giggle left you when she once again narrowed her eyes., "How many times have I told you to call me Natasha?," you set the tray down on their counter and turned to her with a shrug., "We've been neighbors for seven years, longer than you'd been either of our student."

Even though Nat tries to hide it, you knew she was deeply affected by your use of her title. Before you could continue teasing her, you were interrupted by a loud set of synchronized wailing., "Come Y/N, time to meet the boys."

You'd only ever seen them up close once, when you stopped by just after they got home from the hospital after a trying month in the NICU. The school required Wanda's signature so you could transfer ELA program advisors since she'd be out for your final semester, they wouldn't accept electronic, so you offered to collect it personally since you were neighbors.

That was two months ago, you were far too busy with preparing for the semester to stop by again, but you never stopped the observing. They'd hardly left the house in four months, at first it made sense, Wanda was nesting, and Natasha was supporting her tenfold. But now that the boys are three months, and it's the holiday of love you decided to lend a hand.

Wanda was frazzled, her hair a tousled mess, and her shirt all discombobulated due to her attempts to breastfeed one of the infants., "Detka, what happened?," you watched on as the couple were working together to calm the babies, but sadly nothing they did worked., "I'm not sure Nat, they just combusted."

That comment makes you snort, and eyes of fiery green meet yours., "Y/N/N, why are you here?," Wanda squeaked, then not so subtly tried to fix her messy appearance., "To help."

The couple stare at you in bewilderment as you scoop the infants up from their arms, the boys instantly calmed in your embrace, and they were almost certain you partook in witchcraft.

"It's Valentine's Day, you two should be out.," you relay while not even sparing them a glance as you make the funniest faces at their babies in an attempt to keep them this calm., "Y/N.."

"Nope, don't try it Natasha.," you cut her off, then stared knowingly at the couple., "You two have been cooped up in here for months, it's clearly having an effect on the whole family.," you then gestured to the now calmed babies.

"You might call me a stalker for it but I've kept watch—it's sad how little you two leave, and I'm here to fix it."

"Don't you have class today?," you shook your head amusedly at the idea that they knew your class schedule even though they'd been off.

"Mr. Barnes and Rogers both cancelled their lectures today.," you winked., "Plus, I have a few unused sick days, but luckily we're good."

"This is nice of you Y/N/N, but.," you cut her off again., "Oh, I know it is.," the both of them softly glared at you., "There's no way you two aren't having another one of your magical Valentine's Day dates, so stop debating me, tell me where the stroller is and say thank you."

Natasha and Wanda shared a moment of quiet deliberation as you bounced the fussy babies, no words were spoken, but a heavy sigh lent to you knowing that they decided on something. The two of them got off the couch, then slowly but surely they stalked their way over to you., "You win Y/N.," you beamed at the phrase.

"Thank you!," you squealed, and they simply giggled., "I thought we were supposed to thank you.," you shrugged., "Yeah, I just got excited."

Natasha smirked at her wife, and you knew from years of torment that it meant bad news. Natasha leaned in first, placing a kiss to the boys temples, then Wanda followed behind her, it was innocent enough. Until their eyes were zoned in on you., "Thank you kotenok.," you gasped at the feel of their plump lips on your cheeks, and you willed for the heat rising to dissipate before the teasing only intensified.

Natasha left to the garage to collect the stroller while Wanda hung back to talk to you a bit. She'd asked you how the guy in her place was doing, then she chuckled when you grimaced. Then after catching up on all things Y/N, one of her favorite pastimes actually, she began to go over the twin's prospective schedule with you, she showed you her abundant stash of milk, along with their nursery and essentials.

"Alright, so, I have one more surprise.," you announced while halfway out of the door., "These are vouchers for the salon up the road, an hour long all over body massage is right within your grasps loves.," you slipped the paper into a shocked Natasha's parted hand., "Oh, and you two have a dinner reservation for 5:30pm at Locanda Verde under Maximoff."

Wanda and Natasha watched you leave in a fit of shock., "Can we keep her?," Nat whispered, and her wife softly chuckled., "I sure hope so."

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After a few hours in which the women spent napping peacefully, they set off to partake in the salon experience after taking a rather steamy shower to clean themselves up first. Apparently the shared intimate moment was just what the worn down mothers needed, and they entered the car in a fit of relieved giggles.

Wanda smiled down at her phone, she awed out loud, and showed her wife the photo you sent once they came to a stop at a red light. Tommy was clearly excited, his pink gums were prominent as the boy grinned at you, and next to him on your blanket was a sleeping Billy.

"How does she do that?," Natasha groaned, the jealousy rolling off her in waves., "Y/N's got a peaceful aura Nat, how many times have you and I calmed down just by seeing her smile?," and as if proving her point, Natasha smiles at the distant memories of you in her classroom.

"Plus, she's right, we're stressed out and that can't be helping the boys with their regulating."

Natasha hummed thoughtfully as she put the car in park., "Then I guess it's a good thing we're going to have our stressors melted away."

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After awhile sat at the park you felt a chill picking up in the air, the fading of Winter into Spring was well underway, but the sun wasn't doing its job of keeping you warm. Knowing that you were cold, it was expected that the babies were colder, so you placed their sleeping forms into the stroller, cautiously covering them so they were warm, but not smothered.

The walk back to your neighborhood was long, as you took a few detours to run some errands. You stopped at the grocery store for snacks, then you picked up a few toys, and outfits for the infants because you couldn't help yourself. Tommy and Billy began to stir as you neared the house, and they pouted at the sight of you.

All you could do was offer the groggy babies a soft smile, Tommy accepted it, but Billy was a bit more wary and began to cry. They weren't all that used to others, and after a nap it was as if they forgot you altogether. Just like earlier though, as soon as you picked them up they settled, you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

After giving them their warmed bottles of their mothers milk you burped them, then after a few diaper changes you settled them onto their bellies, and snapped a photo for their moms. Sending it off you chuckled at the instant 'read' that flashed at the bottom of the screen, and then you reminded them to have fun before you moved to the kitchen to fix yourself lunch.

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The women left the salon in a daze, everything they'd been holding onto melted away, and all they had to thank for that was you. Their sweet, sweet Y/N, the neighbor that caught their eye instantly, but before they could pounce they found you were enrolled in their university's undergrad program, and now you were in the master program of Wanda's department.

There'd been so many times over the years that they nearly gave in, especially when it was clear how much you wanted it too, but for the sake of your education remaining secure they held off. Now that you're graduating this semester, and no longer under either of their tutelage, they seemed to realize all at once the opportunity that they were presented with today.

"Nat.," the redhead met her wife's lusty gaze with an intrigued one of her own as she sipped the expensive wine from her flute., "Yes?"

"How are we going to thank Y/N?," she asked innocently, but the underlying idea wasn't too hard for the redhead to decipher., "Well, I say we bring her back some dinner.," she paused to down the rest of her wine., "Then I say we stop dancing around the tension, let's capitalize on the moment instead, and rail her senseless."

Wanda whimpered against her glass at the sinful thought, her body instantly warmed as the thought induced a painful arousal to hit. Natasha never was one to care about remaining coy in public, and the slick now coating her wife's thighs gave way to the effect she had on her in her buzzed state., "I-I need her Nat."

"Me too.," the redhead breathed out affectedly, the thought of you clenching around her cock more than enough to leave her feeling dizzy., "Shall we get some to-go boxes?," she asked while reaching under the table to rearrange her pants fabric so her bulge was less noticeable. Wanda answered her by waving the waiter down, and asking for your dinner to go, another bottle of wine, and for a few boxes.

"Happy Valentine's Day moya lyubov'.," the brunette said with a sweet smile while she raised her glass to clink with her wife's. Natasha smiled back, appreciating the lines that adorned her lover's face that showed her of a happy life well lived., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she clinked their glasses, and they settled back in their seats to the thought of you.

Happy Valentine's Day to them indeed...

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Wanda entered the house with a pained groan, pulling your attention up from your laptop, and just as she'd hoped you sauntered over to her., "Wanda, what's wrong?," she nearly lost her momentum when you cupped her cheeks, but the buzz in her head kept her motivated., "Mommy needs you Y/N.," your hand fell from her face and you stumbled back a bit.

"Wanda, I-I'm not sure what's happening.," your heart was stammering in your chest at the idea of being with them, but you weren't sure if you could trust the moment., "Honey, you said you were here to help us, right?," you nodded rather dumbly, causing the brunette to smirk wickedly., "Then come here baby, and help."

Wanda slowly guided your hands to the hem of her shirt, and it was up close that you noticed the prominent wet patches over her breasts., "Mommy's breasts are so full baby, but I can't pump or it'll go to waste.," she pouted., "We don't want that, do we?," you shook your head with a sweet smile that she easily matched.

With her hands over yours she pressed you to lift her shirt, and as you slowly complied you felt your stomach flip at the sight of her breasts spilling over her bra. Lost in a trance you were not ready for the next moment when the bra hit the floor., "Think you can help mommy baby?"

Flecks of a murky white pebbled over her nipples, the woman watched intently as you unconsciously licked your lips., "Well?," you shyly smiled at her, and nodded your head., "I'll help you, whatever you need mommy.," she moaned when you tentatively groped her, and sealed your fate for the night of your life.

Wanda yanked you into her by the collar of your shirt, her plump lips hungrily attached to yours as she spun your bodies around and fell backwards onto the couch with you following. Though her breasts ached with the pressure of her supply she couldn't resist kissing you, the feel of you against her just felt too right, it was like you were perfectly made for this role.

"Wow.," Natasha breathed, the sight of you and her wife making out so desperately nearly had her busting in her boxers., "I told you to wait for me Wanda.," the tension you felt at being caught in a messy situation faded instantly as she trailed a hand down from your neck to your backside where she roughly groped the thinly covered flesh and smirked triumphantly when you moaned into her lovers parted mouth.

Wanda was growing needier by the second, her panties were beyond ruined and her nipples were leaking of their own accord, so with a hand in your hair she was moving you down., "Go on baby, drink mommy's special milk.," she panted in anticipation and you gulped down your nerves and experimentally licked up a drop, moaning at the semi bitter taste of her.

"Hold on honey.," Natasha gently caressed your cheek, twisting your head to face hers as she happily stole a kiss from your swollen lips., "Let daddy show you how mommy likes it.,"

Natasha moved over Wanda's other breast, slipping her tongue out she slowly swirled around the sensitive nub a few times, then she flattened the tip of her tongue out beneath the nipple, and began to suckle, Wanda's body arched into yours as Natasha's cheeks hollowed to get the milk to really start flowing, then she let the nipple go much to Wanda's dismay.

Natasha pulled you in for a sloppy kiss by the nape of your neck, giving you a taste of what's to come. The kiss wasn't sweet this time, she swirled her tongue around yours tauntingly, she had you panting within mere seconds. It was rather embarrassing how quickly these two were able to have you desperate for them, but it was far better than the quiet, obvious pining.

When Wanda whined she reluctantly pulled away with your bottom lip caught between her teeth, nibbling it ever so slightly to gauge your reaction. A smirk painted her features as a mix between a moan and a whimper left your lips., "Drink up baby, make mommy feel good, and then afterwards daddy will return the favor."

A playful wink was sent your way before she was standing upright again, her hands quickly fumbled to remove her belt, then her pants. Finally relieving her pulsating member from the harsh pressure of her slacks., "Oh shit...," she groaned at the sight of you working her wife up so well. Sounds of Wanda's moans and your slurping left her gently stroking herself with the same sentiment of a needed release.

"Open up .," Natasha husked, her fingers drumming across her wife's cheek, and as Wanda slowly opened her eyes she was met with Natasha's rock hard cock. Her whimpers of pleasure morphed into a moan, the idea of sucking her off while you drained her as well turned her on even further., "Milk daddy for all she has detka.," Natasha's tip tapped against her plump lips, and the cue was easily taken.

Wanda anchored a hand in your hair, while her other gripped onto Natasha's muscular thigh. Tears of pleasure slipped over her temples, matting her hair to her face as she allowed Nat to tenderly fuck her throat, the redhead was feeling sentimental, so she tempered her urge to destroy the brunette like she usually does.

The longer you suckled the more addicted you became to her ever flowing milk, it seemed like it was becoming sweeter, and you truly couldn't get enough of it. Add onto that the sounds of Wanda's obvious approval and you found your thighs clenching, "You're doing so well for your mommy, I can feel her every single whimper.," Natasha groaned as her finger tenderly stroked over your hollowed cheek, and you mewled at the praise combined with the gentle caressing.

An angry whine left you when the breast you were suckling ran dry., "It's okay little dove.," Natasha breathily shushed you, and Wanda guided your dizzy head over to her other breast that was aching just as bad as her jaw was.

Everything happened in a perfect sequence really, your leg had shifted between Wanda's when she guided you to her breast, giving her the perfect surface for the needed friction for her to rut against and reach her state of bliss. Natasha was close too, the buildup was slow, but the more Wanda's moans resounded around her shaft the tighter the coil wound.

"Oh fuck.," Natasha screamed as her hips stuttered, and all at once her release shot down Wanda's throat, Nat pulling back just to give her lover a bit of a facial., “Fucking hell detka, you look so hot with my load on your face.”

Wanda was gasping for air as she’d not only been deprived of the glory that is oxygen, but she’d also climaxed hard while suffocating., “Look at mommy baby, we did that to her.,” Natasha tapped the back of your head softly, you slowly unlatched from Wanda’s sore nub with a loud pop, and a messy slurp that had dribbles of your sweet treat trailing over Wanda’s collarbone. Looking up you saw the beauty that was Wanda Romanoff-Maximoff.

Her skin was flushed, with a sheen layer of sweat upon her skin, mouth wide open as she desperately tried to breathe. It was only as you slowly came out of your milk drunk haze that you feel her rutting against your black jeans. Slowly you crawled higher and without any hesitation you cleaned Natasha’s cum off of her face, moaning pleasurably at the taste of her.

“Wow.,” you were awestruck, this was what you’d always fantasized about, but you never actually thought you’d get to see., “Yeah.,” Natasha chuckled., “That was all us baby.,” you met her devious smirk with a dopey smile that had Natasha craving to hold you intimately.

"It's okay little dove.," Natasha coo'd, pulling you off her wife, who's body was still trembling with the after effects of her intense orgasm., "You did such a good job.," Natasha beamed at the sight of your dizzy state, then she leaned in to kiss you hotly., "Daddy's going to take such good care of you, but first we need to take this party upstairs, then I'll rail you senseless."

Your body tensed at the brash promise made., "Please, I need you so badly professor.," you whimpered against her lips, and she felt her semi-soft cock harden in between your bodies. She’d been called that many times in the last five years, but it never affected her until you said it so innocently during one of her Russian Lit seminars. When you, their sweet little neighbor uttered it, she nearly buckled at the knees; it filled her mind with vivid imagery.

The idea of fucking you in a short skirt from behind while marking up quizzes on your back. With her red marker she’d paint an A+ on a certain student’s work, it was her scarlet letter fantasy. Sometimes she’d imagine you on your knees for her, begging her to let you suck her cock, her debt inducing title slipping the more desperate you got to feel her down your throat. To right now, where she imagines fucking you so incredibly well, until you have no choice but to just pass out. She’s never been more needy.

“Oh baby.,” her lips pressed against your cheek.. “You’re such a pretty little whore for your professor’s cock.,” she slowly guided your hand down., “Aren’t you?,” a gasp left your parted lips upon feeling her throbbing against the pads of your fingers., “Yes, I-I am professor, can’t wait to be all filled with you.”

Natasha growled, your words and moan worthy grope of her shaft combined almost enough to have her take you now without a lick of mercy., “Go to the room, and sit pretty for me baby.,” she pulled you in for a rough parting kiss, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood., “We’re right behind you.,” her hand slapped your ass as you turned around, you moaned embarrassingly, and she chuckled.

“Did you see that detka?,” she softly whispered as she lifted her wife up off the couch., “She’s ours now, our little dove, no one else’s again.,” Wanda smiled up at her in a mix of blisses., “Nash malen'kiy golub'.,” she giggled in a hush, and Natasha pecked her lips amusedly., “Da.”

Upon entering the room she grinned at the sight of you with your hands on your knees as you kneeled with a smile and devious glint., “Good active listening skills Miss. Y/L/N.,” she greeted in her familiar professional tone, and she watched your innocent façade crumble as you gripped your knees and clenched your thighs., “Let’s see how you listen now.”

Natasha laid Wanda down besides you with care, her head landing softly on the pillows., “Professor Maximoff is a bit messy, and well it’s all your fault.,” she taunted from behind, her arm wrapping around you, and her hand softly clinging to your throat causing you to gasp harshly., “You’re going to clean her all up now baby, and as you do I’m going to fuck you from behind, hard and fast like a whore likes.”

“Do I make myself clear?,” she now gritted against the shell of your ear., “Yes Professor.”

Her hand slid back around, splaying flat against the nape of your neck as she’s swiftly pushing your face down into her wife’s slick covered pussy., “Get to work!,” you dove right on in excited for this golden opportunity. Licking slow, long strips seemed to work for her, she slowly met your tongues movement, and as she did you began to pick up the pace, and she followed in tandem with you.

Natasha watched your hole in awe, clenching spastically around nothing as you clearly found yourself growing far needier the more you pleasured the actual goddess lying underneath your lips. It was quite the sight to see, and it made her just as desperate to feel them doing that around her; wet and warm., “Oh fuck.,” she moaned in a broken voice as she slid into you, there wasn’t any resistance with how wet you were, but she felt your walls fluttering as they worked to accommodate the new stretch.

The room was a chorus of choppy, muffled sounds as the three of your bodies moved as one. Natasha pounded into you, her hands gripping your hips loosely, and as your body lurched forward, Wanda’s would move against it, and the rhythm never faltered on either end, the wives in sync as they wrecked you wholly.

After Wanda’s release flooded your mouth, you were able to focus solely on Natasha as the aforementioned sunk into the mattress with labored breaths., “Professor, please, more!”

Natasha faltered at the sound of your croaky voice., “Beg for it baby, what do you want?,” an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your back against her front, she held you up effortlessly while continuing to fuck up into you., “I-I.,” you broke off into a moan when she began to suck a mark against your throat.

“Go on.,” she mumbled, continuing to mark the exposed skin as you panted heavily., “Wanna be full Professor, want you to fuck your cum into me, I don’t want you to stop either until it’s dripping down my thighs, please.,” her member throbbed, pulsing against your walls as your words held a heavy effect on her.

Wanda and Natasha locked eyes for a brief moment in time, your desperate request was nothing to take lightly, but with a set of smiles they were quick to give in to you. They knew you were on birth control anyways, so it’s not likely you’d get pregnant, but the main thought was that they wouldn’t care either way.

So you screamed as the redhead didn’t relent her pace, and you were encroaching unable to breathe as Wanda shimmied down, and began to play with your bundle of neglected nerves., “Fuck, you’re just so hot.,” Wanda began to mark your abdomen and fondled your breasts, making your body tremble even harder.

“I-I’m.,” you stuttered, tears now streaming down your cheeks as the pit nears painful, and without needing to finish your sentence the redhead gives you what you need., “Let go for us now Miss Y/L/N, be our most prized pupil,” and with a steadying hand now wrapped tightly around your throat you came hard, your slick gushing down and spraying out onto the sheets and landing all over an astonished Wanda.

Natasha groaned, of course you squirted, you always were an over achiever. Her hips rutted against your cunts clenching walls, hitting so deeply into you that you were already on the edge again., “I’m cumming baby, I’m going to paint your walls with my essence.,” hot spurts of white were released in you instantaneously, and you therefore writhed in her strong hold as another wave of blinding pleasure worked to consume your entire body whole.

Wanda watched the way her wife continued to thrust into you shallowly, every thrust pushing a mix of your releases back into you, and it was a sight she was trying to paint to her memory. Watching affectedly as you gasped for air with every one as she lazily circled your clit until you whined for her to stop, it was all too much, you were truly fucked out, and undeniably pliant., “Such a precious thing, our little dove.”

“All yours.,” you confirmed, and they smiled.

Natasha placed firm kisses to your shoulder after pulling out of you, with a smooth swivel of your body her lips found yours for a sweet kiss. Wanda’s essence transferring to her as she slid her tongue over yours in a quick circle, then she pulled away and pulled you into a soothing embrace, rocking you momentarily, and soaking the moment in before she had to begin heading into the oh so necessary after care.

Natasha gently laid you down in her wife’s awaiting arms., “I love you guys.,” they both shared an emotional smile, then Wanda pulled you tightly into her., “We love you too baby.,” her lips found yours briefly before she was adjusting the both of you to be laying down., “So very much.,” Nat added with a kiss to your forehead, and you sighed rather dreamily.

Natasha left you two cuddled up in the bed, making her way downstairs she whipped up a few sandwiches and collected waters for all. After ensuring the both of you were full in all ways, she wandered into the en suite and brought out all she needed. While she was gently wiping at Wanda’s sensitive folds, you were using another wipe to clean her face.

Natasha saw the look in your eyes, and her heart soared when she saw the true love, this wouldn’t end here, it will be something eternal. Only to be double confirmed when your eyes met hers and you never lost the loving glint., “What?,” you shyly asked and she smiled teasingly., “You’re just really beautiful Y/N.”

“Natty.,” you whined, hands flying up to your face to hide your silly smile, and she only laughed harder., “Don’t hide from me now.,” her hands gripped yours, separating them just enough to lean in and kiss you a few times., “Now get some rest, your day was long.,” you smiled, gently nodding before snuggling further into the exhausted woman’s hold.

Wanda held you tightly in her arms as she faded off to sleep. Her tummy, heart, and Y/N meter full up for the night. Natasha was just about to settle down besides you when the baby monitor went off., “I’ll get it.,” you tried to offer, but Wanda’s grip tightened., “net, moy.,” she softly growled in her sleep, and Natasha pressed you back down with a smirk., “Rest little dove, you’ve done more than enough.” (No, mine)

Natasha left the room with a final kiss to your snoring lips, and a wide, accomplished smile on her swollen pair. They finally have every last thing they could ever need, and there was no way they would ever let you go. Not when they loved you for far too long in the forced dark. And especially not when you find out a month later that your implant had been expired…

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v3nusxsky · 1 month ago

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Hello 👋 Could I request another Larissa x Morticia x Little reader fic please? I love your writing and Pumpkin's Day Out was adorable! Maybe it could be winter based? Playing in the snow or something?

Winter wonderland

*Authors note~ the winter vibes are hitting as everyone is either travelling home from uni for Christmas or preparing to. Here’s to a well deserved break. Also a nod of respect for everyone still working this holiday period. *

Trigger warnings~ Agere! Little shifter fem reader, cg Larissa (momma) and cg morticia (mommy), everything has been discussed prior. Can be readee after pumpkins day out or stand-alone.

Prompt~ see ask^^^

The seasons change rather quickly, autumn soon fell into winter, white soft snow seemed to blanket the grounds of Nevermore as soon as November hit. The temperature steadily dropping causing most people to prefer the indoors. Yet for you, snow is a rarity, your home town hardly ever experienced it. The thick inches of soft powder only further mesmerised you in your little state. This would not only be the first proper snowfall that you could experience within the safety of Nevermore with your loving partners but also your first proper Christmas.

Larissa couldn’t help but groan in response to the chill biting at her, clearly her lover decided she needed all the warmth from the blankets during the night. Again. A quick squinted glance to the clock informed her of what she already knew deep down, it was too early to be awake. The winter chill wining the battle over the dying embers of the fire she lit last night. Her raven haired companion clearly showing no signs of awaking any time soon she thought of rejoining the sleeping world, until the sound of little feet echoed along the hall. You’d fallen asleep in a little fort in her office last night, and neither of your caregivers had the heart to move you so after ensuring you would be warm the headed to the bed.

“Momma! Snowwy!” You announced your arrival showing the door open and immediately battered into the older shifter. She couldn’t help but grown as the weight of an over excited two year old found its way to her. “Shh darling, see mommy’s still sleeping” Larissa murmured moving her hand through your sleep tangled knots, “is someone a little excited for the snow hmm?” You couldn’t help the way you giggled, nodding your head as if you were a bobble head figure, “we build Olaf!”

“Olaf?” A sleepy Mortica mumbled back causing you to gasp and throw yourself from Larissa into the middle of the bed, “mommy! Up. Up! We go outside now momma?” As if they could ever say no to you, Larissa snuck out of the bed to relight the fire as morticia pulled you into her arms, encasing you in the blankets she had stolen. “Is our sweet girl excited to play in the snow with us? So excited you forgot about breakfast?” Her teasing words were accompanied by her nimble fingers gently digging into your sides causing you to giggle loudly, “momma help! Mommys tickles.” It was no surprise to either woman that today would be a breakfast in bed morning, so Larissa quickly put something together for you all before rejoining you both.

After everyone finished eating, Larissa and Mortica started to get you bundled up for the cold weather chuckling to each other at your levels of excitement. It was truly adorable to see such an innocence in you. Innocent and inpatient. “Wan go outside mommy” you whined for the umpteenth time within the hour. Why was it taking mommy so long to get ready? You and Larissa had been ready, quietly reading books while you waited for her.

Finally. Finally she was ready to take your hand alongside and guide you outside to where you wanted to be. Your smile and giggles were truly infectious as you jumped around in the snow. Larissa watching over you, anxiously calling out to remind you to be careful as Mortica wrapped her arms around the shifters waist, “let her be my love, she’s safe and happy.” Larissa nodded with understanding but couldn’t fully relax, your excitement was blinding any rational thoughts you were having, she couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to you. Her girl.

“Momma hwelp I no do it!” You huffed trying to start the ball for your snowman and failing multiple times. It didn’t take long for your momma to come to your aid, together you began to create the most beautiful snowman. The first of many. Mortica slipped away to get some decorations for you and a camera to snap a few photos. Larissa even taught you how to make a snow angel, causing you to plead with the older shifter to create one too. As if she could say no to you. Mortica returned to help you decorate your versions of Olaf before they noted you started to shiver. Clearly it was time to head inside. “Come on snow girl, time to go inside and get cosy with momma and mommy” Mortica tried causing you to cry out a negative and look to Larissa, silently pleading with her to take your side. “Come on baby, we can go watch frozen and have some hot chocolate yes? Snuggles with some blankets darling. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

A few tears later, Larissa had you curled up in her arms, free from the wet outdoor clothing, soaking in the warmth from the lit fire. The opening credits of Frozen playing on the screen as morticia got the drinks. A perfect sight, and a perfect snow day. When Mortica sat on the other side of Larissa the picture was finally complete. There you all stayed until you fell asleep on Larissa, leaving the older women to bask in the peace and love you all shared.

Word count~ 875

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa x morticia x reader #Larissa x morticia x reader Agere #little shifter reader #v3nusxsky daily presents #larissa cg #morticia care giver #care giver larisaa

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pttwice · 1 year ago

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bad dream

|| little!chaeyoung, cg!mimo ||

Putting Chaeyoung down for the night was surprisingly easy. She agreed to and stuck with one episode of Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood, let Momo brush her teeth without complaint, and didn't put up a fight when Mina changed her into a nighttime pull-up.

Momo and Mina leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her baby's forehead and whispered a soft 'I love you' before they turned the lights off. They left the door cracked open and turned the cloud shaped night light on as they left to their own room.

Easy nights were rare, and Mina wanted to take advantage of them. She leaned back against her pillow that was propped up on the headboard and cracked her book open. Momo was already fast asleep, so Mina used a little reading light attached to her book.

Other than the soft sounds of Momo's breathing, it was quiet. The light from the crescent moon filtered through the small cracks in the blinds. There was the lingering hint of the vanilla and honey scented candle that Momo lit as they were getting ready for bed.

Mina was a few pages into the next chapter of her book when the peaceful silence was broken. Their room was right across the hall from Chaeyoung's and at first, she just thought it was the little's bed squeaking as she shifted, but the small whine quickly got louder.

Shutting her book, Mina quietly sat in the bed. She leaned her head closer to the door and quickly got out of bed when she heard more whimpers and whines coming from Chaeyoung's room.

Mina slipped her robe on and crept out of her bedroom and into Chaeyoung’s. She turned the lamp on that stood by the bookcase and turned to see her baby’s covers pulled all the way over her head. Mina gently sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers down from Chaeyoung’s head.

As soon as Chaeyoung caught a glimpse of her mommy, she sat up and wrapped her arms around her mommy’s neck. She was shaking like a leaf and a thin layer of sweat was starting to form on her forehead.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.” Mina softly shushed her baby and carefully pulled her into her lap. She gently rocked back and forth; her arms tightly wrapped around her baby’s small frame.

Mina’s heart broke as she heard quiet, broken sobs and sniffles from her baby. Chaeyoung had her face tucked into her mommy’s neck as she clutched onto fistfuls of her robe.

They sat and rocked for a few minutes before Momo quietly appeared in the doorway. Her eyes were cracked open, obviously just woken up as she leaned against the door frame. “What’s up?” She whispered and nodded her head towards Chaeyoung’s still shaking body.

Mina just shrugged her shoulders and kept gently rocking back and forth, her hand rubbing soothing circles into the small of her baby’s back to calm her down. Momo yawned and shuffled over to Chaeyoung’s bed. She sat down beside the two and gently kissed the back of her baby’s head.

For a half hour, they quietly sat and tried to sooth their baby. Eventually, Chaeyoung’s sobs turned into soft whimpers. She kept her face tucked into her mommy’s neck but her grip on her shirt loosened a bit.

Mina carefully pulled Chaeyoung back and wiped her tear-stained cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. She wiped the thin layer of sweat from her baby’s forehead and placed a gentle kiss there.

“Did you have a bad dream, sweetheart?” Momo gently rubbed Chaeyoung’s back and scooted a little closer to Mina.

Chaeyoung nodded and leaned into Momo, resting her head against her mama’s chest. “No w-wan’ be ‘lone.” She managed to hiccup out a few words as she slowly crawled into Momo’s lap.

Momo’s heart broke as she wrapped her arms around her baby. It had been months since Chaeyoung slept in their bed. They thought she was okay sleeping in her own bed whenever she regressed, but there were still nights that were too much for the little.

“Do you want to sleep in our bed tonight, little tiger?”

“P’ease.” Chaeyoung mumbled out a quiet reply as she looked up at her mama. Her bottom lip was still trembling a bit as she sniffled and nodded.

“Okay, sweetheart. Mama will take you to our bed and I’ll bring your blankie and Mumbo.” Mina gave her baby a small smile and kissed her forehead before Momo picked her up and walked back into their room.

Mina picked her baby’s blanket and Mumbo, her stuffed tiger, up before she turned off Chaeyoung’s lamp and joined the two in bed. She helped Momo tuck Chaeyoung in between them with her blanket and slipped Mumbo into her small hands.

“Comfy, little tiger?” Momo smiled when Chaeyoung sleepily nodded. She nuzzled down into the covers, her grip tight on Mumbo as she cuddled into her mommy’s side.

They knew there was still a chance that Chaeyoung would wake up again with another nightmare, but they’d wake up as many times as necessary to keep their baby safe.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #little!chaeyoung #caregiver!momo #caregiver!mina #sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw agere

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loveyjeongie · 1 year ago

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Bedtime

m upset so here is me writing out how I feel but also comforting myself with a short thing bc I can relate to baby mina. also I wrote this half asleep and running on no sleep for 24+ hours so I apologize if there are any mistakes <3

|little!mina, cg!2yeon|

word count: 941

warnings: mina is autistic, talk abt nightmares, hair pulling as a way to regulate emotions, just a little sad with a happy ending bc we all need that rn and I want to sleep peacefully with mommies 2yeon too :(

Everyone was laid on the couch watching a movie that was quickly coming to an end. Mina rested against jeongyeons chest, her thumb in her mouth, a habit that she always had when she was sleepy. Nayeon opposite of them, with mina’s legs resting over her lap whilst her fingers drew soft loving circles around the soft spot of her calves, the credits began to roll on the tv in front of them and she spoke through a whisper, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hey love bug, I think it’s time for bed yeah? Why don’t you come with me, i’ll help you brush your teeth!” Standing up, nayeon gently picked up mina as she shifted around in her arms with a few whines.

“mina don wan sleepies mama, mina wan mama stay wit her” her arms tightened around the back of nayeons neck as a form of expressing that she was being firm.

“Oh baby… you have to get some sleep, otherwise how will you have energy to play tomorrow?” they walked into the bathroom, she switched on the light and sat the little down on the sink’s marble countertop. But when she tried to back away mina’s grip was still tighter than ever, like she was determined to stay that close with her mama forever.

“saids mina don wan sleepies!” fussing around in her arms, she began to kick her feet while letting out a few more frustrated whines. “mina wan mama! sleepies bad sleepies hurt mina!”

At this point, jeongyeon was also standing in the doorway after being called over to help nayeon calm the upset little. Mina started to feel anxious, like there were ants crawling under her skin and her brain was on fire. Moving a hand away from her grasp on her mama, she grabbed a fistful of her hair and began tugging on it roughly in an attempt to sooth herself. “no sleepies! no sleepies! bad!” she began to yell as the overwhelming feeling of having to sleep and relive a common nightmare of hers she had the night before brought her to tears and soon she was sobbing vigorously against nayeons chest.

Mina was starting to hurt herself and pull strands out of her scalp with every other tug. Jeongyeon quickly stepped forward from the doorway to grab the little girls hand, and held it in hers as she gave it gentle kisses.

“mina baby, what’s scaring you about sleeping? have you had a bad dream?”

Through choked sobs she tried to stutter out a few words that neither caregiver could make out. The lack of understanding of what she was trying to say upset mina even further, causing her to take her other hand and ball the hair on the opposite side of her scalp in her fist as well.

Nayeon began to worry heavily, and took mina back out to the living room where she sat back down on the couch and rocked the both of them back and forth trying to calm down the sobs that were shaking the girls body.

“Sweetheart, mama and mommy aren’t going anywhere and the bad dreams can’t hurt you I promise.”

“Your mama’s right peanut, we’re always here when you sleep and you need us. Would you like to come to bed with your mommies tonight instead? Would that help the bad dreams go away?”

The rocking movements and gentle tone they used with her helped calm her jumbled mind slightly and after a few minutes minas sobs turned into occasional sniffles and small hiccups. One fist still in her hair, she grabbed the hem of nayeons shirt and brought it closer, a way that mina often grounds herself. She loved the sweet scents and soft textures that her mamas clothes always had. They made her feel like she was laying on a warm cloud.

Taking a while to respond, nayeon grabbed the hand still in minas hair and interlaced it with hers,

“Okay, cmon my sweet girl you can come to bed with mama tonight.”

The three of them entered the bedroom and as jeongyeon fixed up the bed for them all to sleep in, nayeon quickly changed mina into her favorite blue pajamas, and slipped a pull up on the small girl so that she didn’t have any accidents during the night. She was still fussy, but was only mumbling a few words such as “mama” “mommy” and “bobo”, for her paci that sat on the bedside table. Jeongyeon took mina from nayeon arms so that she could get undressed as well, and laid down in the middle of the bed, the little crawling on top of her chest and placing her ear to her heart. The boom of their heartbeats made her feel safer, closer even, so they always let her rest there whenever she wants. Nayeon climbed into the bed and under the blankets on the other side of mina, grabbing the blue penguin themed paci from the nightstand and sliding it past her lips.

She fussed slightly, prompting jeongyeon to rock her side to side.

“We love you peanut, and your mommies will never let anything hurt you, if you have any bad dreams you’ll wake up and both of us will be here to protect you from them, okay?”

mina closed her eyes slowly and hummed in response.

“Goodnight my sweet girl, i love you.”

nayeon pulled the comforter over them, and let out a sigh.

On the brink of sleep, and finally feeling safe again in the arms of her mommies, she mumbled barely audibly before stilling for the night.

“no bad nite mamas, mina wuvs u too”

#loveyjeongie #twice agere #twice #agere #little!mina #cg!2yeon #sleepy times are hard #kpop agere #protect little mina forever :(

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xbeezchaos · 2 years ago

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BPD! Scaramouche pt.4

Agere Scara X Caretaker Reader!!!

Before we go into the fun part. Here’s a little breakdown of BPD and agere for those who may not understand/know.

A common trait of bpd that isn’t on the list of requirements for diagnosis is age regression! It’s a coping skill in which the person regresses back to a younger mindset to escape problems that feel too big for them. This can help with inner child healing, anxiety, depression etc. it’s completely healthy and non sexual.

Now. The regressor can range from ages of a small infant to young kid. It’s all dependent on how comfortable that person feels and where their mind naturally falls when they enter said headspace. For someone with bpd. This can be a great way to handle our emotions. Our emotions switch often, and are way too big for our bodies with how extreme these emotions can feel.

There’s also another aspect. Caretaking. A caretaker is someone who looks after a regressor in which they’ll take on a “mommy” or “daddy” role. Nicknames can range variously depending on what the caretaker and regressor like and agree upon. It can be someone who you’re dating or just friends with.

Notes: pacifier, sippy cups, crying, meltdowns are all going to be included. Along with extra fluffy content and comfort. Now enjoy!!!

You’ve been scaras partner and caretaker for a long time. About 3 years now.

He made sure it was one of the first things he mentioned to you when getting to know each other when you first started testing the waters of your relationship

Ironically you’d been interested in caretaking and had tried it out a few times in the past. But never had someone who was your little.

It took a while for him to open up, but he was the sweetest (and most times brattiest) little you’d ever met.

Very opposite of his normal sarcastic, and domineering attitude, when he regresses he’s the shyest little boy ever.

His age range is 3-4 years old.

He likes plushies, pacis, sensory toys, and soft blankets.

He has a favorite comfort movie he makes you watch with him.

He really likes to be picked up and wrap his legs around your waist. He’ll cling onto you for hours if he can. And you’ll let him.

“Bubba I wan uppies! Pick me up!”

“I want my sippy please!”

Likes to spin around and dance even when there’s no music playing

Loves repeating nursery rhymes and gets excited when you sing with him

Short attention span and cranky attitude when he needs a nap

Can only sleep while holding onto you or your hand

Hates the dark. Has to have a nightlight, LED lights, a tv or something else that radiates light when the overhead lights are turned off

Loves letting you dress him up. You always pick the best outfits and you’re so gentle when helping him change.

He gives the biggest and nicest hugs ever.

Is super cuddly and clingy. And will side eye anyone who tries talking to you or taking your attention away when he’s resting on you.

“Bun. It’s ok, it’s just the adults talking that’s all.” You rub his back trying to soothe his obvious annoyance but to no avail

He glared at the person you’re talking to, clinging onto you tighter and starts angry babbling

“Mine bubba, go away! Bubba mine. Miiiiinnnneeeee.”

“Yes yours, Bun. Now let’s relax ok?” You kiss the top of his head, and it takes a while and having to force the other person leave but he soon melts back into your arms.

He loves it when you hold his face and squish it. Telling him he’s a good boy and how much you love him

His entire face lights up, normally dull violet eyes not filled with an adorable sparkle of happiness and light you wished would last forever.

His euphoric episode crashes were the most often time he’d need to regress. But other times it could be simply when he’s too stressed and need to feel like he’s not all alone.

Splitting can still happen when he’s little. But he tends to come down from a bad split crying out apologies of how he never meant to hurt his bubba.

To him, you’re his entire life saver at times. You help him when he feels so out of control. And you guide him back to it without even realizing. All it can take is a simple “I’m here, bun. It’s ok.” And everything stops hurting so bad after a while. He can feel at peace with you for the first time in his entire life.

He’s lived a long time without having safety be a feeling he could ever have. He lives you and cherishes you for every minute of that he gets with you and tries his best to return that to you always.

Im so tired and haven’t proof read anything. But honestly I rarely ever do so. Yes. Anyways I hope you guys like this I’ve poured out every thought I could into this and please let me know if you want more!!!

#writing #genshin impact #fluff #oneshots #reader insert #bpd stuff #fandom agere #bpd scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #scaranation

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13uswntimagines · 2 years ago

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Honorable Fight (Reader x Kellex)

Request: R is a UFC fighter, and there's fighter who is talking shit about her family (Charlie, Alex and Kelley) and R goes off on him in the cage, and can only be calm after she sees her girls.

Author's Note: Hey Guys, so this one was super fun to write (most UFC ones are). I should mention Sean O'Malley is a UFC fighter, I should also mention Kelley and R are both G!P in this. Let me know what you think! your comments and anonymous messages give me life.

You sighed deeply as Alex ran a soft hand through your hair. You turned further on your side, burying your face in her stomach, every cell in your body relaxing into her touch like putty.

It was a rare serene moment in the chaos of fight week. A rare moment where the only thing that needed your attention were your beautiful wives.

Sure it was fun fighting for a title, but the media shitstorm that came with it was overwhelming. Especially when you were on the tail end of your weight cut, and your opponent seemed more content to shit talk than any other you had met before.

Then again, you were convinced it was his mouth that got him his title and not his fighting.

You would be the pin that popped his pretentious bubble on his first title defense.

But here, in this moment, none of that mattered. They were an island of calm. Of normal. They had always been a grounding force for your sanity, and that didn’t change when you became a big-name fighter. In fact, you treasured the levelness they brought to your life even more now.

They were the voice of reason. The encouragement. The prize was better than any belt known to man.

“It’s kind of amazing,” Kelley hummed quietly from the couch across from you.

You rolled back over, squinting at your other wife. “Hmm,” Alex hummed.

Kelley smirked. “That the big badass fighter turns into a puppy,”

You growled lightly at her, bearing your teeth. “Alex is comfy and I’m in pain,”

Your stomach growled as if on cue.

Cutting weight fucking sucked, even if your normal weight wasn’t that much higher than what the scale had to read.

“And you’ll weigh in in 12 hours and get to eat whatever you want,” Kelley rolled her eyes at your dramatics, more than used to it.

“Wan my candy mama?” Charlie asked, toddling up to the couch, and patting your belly. “Make tummy monster go bye-bye,”

You smiled softly at your daughter, easily reaching over and pulling her to sit on your stomach.

“Thank you, baby. I promise I’ll eat all the candy with you after I come off stage,”

She pouted down at you. “And we pway with Cwarke and wexa?”

You nodded seriously at the mention of your striking and Jujitsu coaches respectively. “Lexa and Clarke will play with you after we get off stage,”

It was adorable to watch your normally stoic jujitsu coach play wrestle with your daughter, and your amazing striking coach encourage her through basic combinations. You trusted your team with your life. They had been your family for as long as you could remember, and you loved how well they meshed with the loves of your life and your daughter.

Your watch beeped, and you glanced down at the text. You were exactly 12 hours out from the time you had to be on weight. It was time to go and do the not-fun part.

“You’ve gotta go,” Alex hummed, running her hand through your hair again.

“I’ve gotta go,” You nodded, sitting up with a sigh. Kelley sent you a sad smile.

She knew part of the reason you hated weight cutting so much was because you had to leave your family to do it. You never wanted them to see you in so much pain, or for them to be involved in something that could so easily go wrong.

You sighed again, sliding Charlie off your lap and grabbing your shoes.

“Come with you?” Charlie looked up at you with wide eyes.

Your lips formed a thin frown. “Sorry bug, but you’re gonna stay here with momma and mommy and watch some movies,”

“Nooo,” Charlie whined, throwing her head back dramatically, earning a chuckle from both Alex and Kelley. You sent a glare in their direction.

You gently rubbed her back.

“Yes baby,” you murmured, holding her close for a long minute before you pressed a kiss into her hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow right after I go on stage,”

“Pwromise?” Her eyes which looked so like Kelley’s stared up at you.

“I promise,” you nodded, kissing her forehead.

She echoed your nod and released you, pointing towards Kelley and Alex. “Kiss for Mommy and momma,”

You rolled your eyes at the order but pushed yourself to your feet nonetheless.

“She’s so your daughter,” you hummed, leaning over Alex to give her a nice kiss.

“Hmm, yours too,” She chuckled, pulling you in for another, longer kiss. It turned slightly dirty, a promise she always liked to leave you with.

It was a reminder of what you were coming back to.

You pulled back with a pop, ignoring Alex’s smirk as you turned toward Kelley.

“Go kick some ass, make your abs really pop,” She chuckled as she pulled you into an equally dirty kiss.

“Just for you,” You hummed as you pulled back. “I’ll always win it for you guys,”

******

Things always felt more volatile when you were on weight. You always felt more volatile, like one word would break the immaculate calm you always projected.

It was part of the reason you separated yourself from your girls. You never wanted them to have to see you like that.

Maybe your edginess could be chalked up to lack of sleep, or lack of food and water to get on weight. Or maybe it was due to the way Lexa and Clarke had acted as a wall between you and him backstage, preventing you from strangling him for the never-ending stream of vitriol that came out of his mouth.

Whatever it was, you were nearing the end of your patience as you stepped off the scale, shook Dana’s hand, and turned towards where Sean would come on stage.

“I don’t want any funny shit,” Dana said, as Sean jumped up onto the stage with a rattle, the president's arm already between you and the man you were going to face.

“I won’t if he doesn’t,” You hummed, stone-faced, your eyes never leaving your opponent.

You felt Dana’s glare as he muttered “You know he will,”

You did know.

That had been O’Malley’s game from the beginning, even before you agreed to the fight.

You were going to show him how much you… appreciated his comments as soon as the octagon door slammed shut, but you weren’t prepared to tip your hand before that.

Your lips curled as he flipped double birds on the scale, and moved towards you, his chest puffed out in a poor imitation of Connor McGregor.

He didn’t have the same swagger to pull it off that the Irishman did. He didn’t have the skills to back out his mouth either.

You held your ground as he approached, your chin tilting slightly so you could look into his muddy, brown eyes, even as he shoved against Dana’s arm to get as close to you as possible.

“Must be fucked sharing a woman,” He hissed, his nose almost touching yours. “Not that you could satisfy one on your own,”

You kept your face calm, something that seemed to only infuriate him further, as you stared into his eyes. They reminded you of dirt, grimy and disgusting.

They were a reflection of his soul.

“Must be fucked to not know if your kid is actually yours,” He continued, shoving Dana to be impossibly closer, pressing for a reaction he would never get.

He wanted to see your emotions, your rage, and you wouldn’t give that to him.

You wouldn’t show him how the comment felt like a punch to the chest.

It was true.

Charlie couldn’t biologically belong to both you and Kelley, but that didn’t matter. She was your child, no matter which one of you actually made up the 2nd half of her DNA.

You and your wives had chosen to get pregnant the way that you did so you and Kelley could equally be her parent.

It was a low blow, one he expected you to react to. But you didn’t move. You didn’t flinch.

And you saw a flash of fear course through his eyes.

He was hitting you with his best to get into your head, and as far as he knew, it wasn’t working.

There was a reason your calm was legendary after all.

His lips curled, and you knew the last exchange between the two of you would just be words. “Don’t worry, your shot probably wouldn’t be potent enough anyway. At Least tomorrow you’ll know who your daddy is,” before using both hands to shove you backward.

And you let him.

You let him push you, keeping your hands at your side and a stoic expression on your face, hiding the rage that was bubbling in your chest.

Dana was between you in an instant, preventing Sean from shoving you again as his coaches tried to restrain his thrashing, spitting form.

You stared him down, completely still, which only served to make him angrier. He shoved more violently against his team, confirming one very important fact in your mind.

He was making so much noise because he was afraid.

A snake only rattles when it’s scared after all.

You were in control as you allowed your coaches to back you off of the stage, unwilling to look away from him until you were through the curtain and down a deserted hallway in the underbelly of the stadium.

It was only then that you let your emotions out, your foot landing heavily on a trash can.

“I’m going to fucking murder him,” You growled, hitting the trash can again. It was despicable of him to bring up your family. A massive breach of the code most of the people signed seemed to follow. “He’s got 22 and a half minutes of fucking hell in front of him, and he doesn’t even know it yet,”

You were going to make him suffer for mentioning your family.

“Let’s not get too cocky,” Clarke said, pulling the trash can away before you could hit it again, as Lexa stepped in front of you, both hands up in a pacifying motion.

You blew out a long breath. “He’s a fucking twat and he needs to pay,”

Lexa nodded, shoving a water bottle at you. You took it, bringing it to your lips and pulling long greedy sips.

The water helped to calm the beast in your chest.

“We know, but we don’t want to give up finishing chances to prove a point,” She reminded you, her voice soft, forcing you to pay attention.

“He’s dangerous, we can’t overlook that in the name of revenge,” Clarke added, stepping towards you and placing a calming hand on your back.

“I know,” You grumbled, taking another long sip.

You knew what the game plan was, even if your nutrition-deprived body wanted to make him beg for you to finish him. You had to fight smart, especially when he was trying to make you reckless. “You didn’t hear what that little-“

“Let go, mommy!”

The little voice cut you off, and you whipped around to face it, the rage that dominated your chest dissipating at the sight.

Alex was crouched behind Charlie, holding her tightly as Kelley kneeled on her other side as the toddler tried to wiggle herself free of the restraining arms.

“Let’s give mama a second,” Alex said, raising an eyebrow at you as if she was telling you to get yourself in check.

You gulped, taking another deep sip of your drink. It did little to help you.

From the beginning of your career, you had agreed that you never wanted them to see you when you were struggling to control yourself. You never wanted them to see the self that you were in the octagon when you weren’t in the cage.

You rolled your shoulders, hoping it would help, but it didn’t.

Charlie pouted. “But she promised we eat candy as soon as she off stage,”

Clarke moved from behind you, patting your shoulder. “Why don’t we run through some boxing drills first monkey? Then you and your mama can eat your well-deserved rewards,”

Charlie squealed at the prospect. Running bags was one of her favorite pastimes, and Clarke had been pretty busy with you this week so they hadn’t gotten to do much.

“Come on then,” The blonde coach smiled widely, holding out her hand, and Alex released Charlie so she could run to your coach.

You would forever be grateful for how good they were with her. With all your girls really.

You stood frozen until you heard the telltale thump of your locker room door shutting, before both of your wives slowly approached you and Lexa passed you your shirt.

You slipped the material over your head, just as Kelley and Alex got to you, slowly wrapping you in their arms.

“That looked pretty heated,” Alex said softly, her hand finding your overexpressed abs underneath your shirt, and tracing the defined lines.

You hummed, tucking your nose into her neck and letting the last of your anger bleed out of you.

It had been pretty intense, more intense than your staredowns usually went.

You had never had someone shove you before.

“Did he hurt you?” Kelley pressed further, her fingers finding your spine and tapping gently.

You shook your head. “No. He pissed me off more than anything,”

The weight of the confession hung in the air between the three of you.

You rarely ever told them when a fighter was actually annoying you. You usually let the comments they made roll off, but if he had said something that had stuck, that was a sign in it itself.

“What did he say?” Alex asked, trying to be gentle, but also unwilling to let you bottle it up.

“Nothing worth repeating,” You scoffed, shaking your head again. They didn’t need to hear the garbage that came out of his mouth. They didn’t need to know he was using your relationship against you. That he was using your daughter against you.

“I think the poor trash can would disagree,” Kelley chuckled, pointing to the dented can and breaking the sudden tension that had overtaken you.

You winced at the distorted can. “I’ll make him pay for it anyway,”

“We don’t doubt that,” Alex agreed. “But talking it out might help you calm down,”

You blew out another long breath through your nose.

They didn’t deserve to have to hear the shit that came out of his mouth. They didn’t deserve the hate he was throwing your way, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to shield them from it entirely.

Not with the number of cameras on you.

“He likes to mention you two and Charlie,” You started slowly, “He thinks he understands our relationship, but he doesn’t. He wants to get under my skin and make me make mistakes tomorrow,”

“And it’s working,” Alex supplied easily, running her hand through your hair as you leaned closer to her, taking all the comfort she was offering.

“It’s not,” You protested, and she scratched your scalp a little harder.

“It is,” Kelley chuckled. “You demolished a trash can,”

You squinted, shaking your head.

That had been the person Y/n reacting to. It was the mother and wife in you enraged that he would bring up something so private. You could fantasize as much as you wanted about pushing him to the limit, but when that octagon door slammed shut, you knew it wasn’t the mother in you that he would be facing.

He would be facing the fighter. The cold and calculated side of you that you trained to no end. There were no emotions in the octagon. No dreams of revenge. Only analysis of the fighter in front of you, and a game of chess that you couldn’t lose.

It was a hard transition to explain. Difficult for even your wives to understand how you could just turn off your emotions seemingly at will. It was a side to yourself that they rarely got to see.

“He’s afraid,” You explained carefully. “He’s saying stuff because he knows that the only way for him to win is for me to make a mistake. My emotions won’t follow me tomorrow. I shouldn’t have let them take over, especially in front of Charlie. I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologize, babe,” Alex’s voice was soothing in your ear as both of them held you tighter. “you’re human, you’re allowed to feel,”

“And she only saw Lexa moving it so you didn’t hit it again,” Kelley added gently.

They knew how hesitant you were to let them see the more destructive side of your job.

“He’s just,” You closed your eyes tightly, the words getting stuck in your throat, his cackle echoing in your brain. “It’s wrong for him to drag you into it, and for him to speak about you the way he did,”

“We know,” They sighed in unison, holding you close to them, knowing the only way to make you feel better was through their touch.

Their reassurances that they would be there no matter what happened.

It was the perfect moment, only interrupted by the loud moaning of your empty stomach.

“We better go. Charlie is very insistent that candy will help your tummy monster,” Alex chuckled, patting your abs as your stomach rumbled again.

They were painfully defined in a way that looked great but felt horrible.

You made a pained expression. Candy would not be enough to satisfy you.

“A steak too,”

Your stomach rumbled again earning a chuckle from your wives.“Maybe 2 steaks,”

“Whatever you want baby,” Kelley smiled widely, carefully untangling herself from you and beginning to guide you in the direction your coaching staff had disappeared with your daughter.

You would enjoy this moment because before you knew it, you would have to leave them again to put an asshole back in his place.

*****

Your hand clenched around the balcony railing, your other squeezing your phone so tightly you were afraid it would shatter.

You knew that the embedded crew had picked up on what Sean said to you, but having them send you the pre-edit where it was so clear was… infuriating.

You didn’t necessarily want the world to begin forming opinions on something they didn’t understand. And putting Charlie out there felt… too over the line.

Your hands clenched again as you watched the clip over, the words burying themselves impossibly deeper in your brain.

You couldn’t let them post the clip. You had to protect your family. You-

“Hey, what are you doing awake?” Warm arms wrapped around your waist, and a nose nudged just under your ear.

You hummed, leaning back into Alex’s slightly taller form. “I got up for a midnight snack,”

You lazily gestured to the half-eaten pack of Oreos left forgotten on the table next to your balcony. “what are you doing up?”

Her, Charlie, and Kelley had been knocked out after your movie marathon, cuddled up together as the credits of Moana rolled across the screen.

It had been hard to untangle yourself from the trio, but you didn’t want to wake them with your overthinking. You thought that the Vegas lights would help, and your favorite cookies, but then the media team emailed you and started that spiral all over again.

“Charlie got up to go to the bathroom and missed you, I volunteered,” Alex explained gently. “What are you watching?”

“A precut of the clip for UFC embedded,” You mumbled, restarting the footage and holding it up for her to see.

She could feel your mask slip into place as the clip of Sean taunting you rolled across the small screen. She could feel the tension run up your spine, and the way your entire body seemed to harden as he spoke (more like spewed) the words she knew had impacted you so much.

“Well,” She hummed softly, nudging your ear with her nose. “I can see why you destroyed a trash can,”

“I don’t want the world to see this,” You admitted, your voice rough. “I don’t want Charlie to find it one day and wonder what he means. It doesn’t matter how badly I beat him tomorrow,”

Alex let a beat of silence pass between you, holding onto you as tightly as she could. She knew you were the most worried about how Charlie would view you and your career after she actually understood what it was you did. You worried that she wouldn’t be able to grow up normally because of the media.

“She won’t,” Alex hummed. “She’ll remember how much we love her. She won’t listen to what that douchebag has to say. She’ll understand what we did and why we did it,”

You shifted heavily. “I just hope you’re right,”

“Don’t worry, I am,” She said, hugging you for another long minute before stealing one of your Oreos. “Now come back inside. I don’t think the little monster will go back to sleep until you’re in bed with us,”

You shook your head. It was a special thing that Charlie got to sleep with the three of you instead of in her own bed, but you liked to have them close during fight week.

“Just know I would do anything to protect you three,” You said, your voice heavy as you both turned to head back into your hotel room.

“We know,”

****

The 2nd time you had to say goodbye to your family before the fight was always the easiest for you and the hardest for them.

You could feel how much they didn’t want to let you go in the way Kelley and Alex kissed you and how Charlie clung to your neck until Kelley had to pull her off.

But you had a routine. They never came into the locker room with you, even before you were warming up, and you never knew exactly where in the venue they were sitting. You didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to be able to look out into the crowd and find them if something started to go wrong.

You didn’t want to have to see their faces if you weren’t the one who won.

Them leaving you early was easier for you. It gave you time to get into the right headspace for what you had to do. It let you disconnect from the more… human side of yourself. It was hard to beat a man senseless when you were thinking about the family that he also had.

You watched the live stream of the PPV out of the corner of your eye as Clarke began the long process of taping your hands for the fight. You fought to keep your fingers relaxed as they flashed to an interview with Sean before the fight. “I’m going to make him regret every word he’s ever said,”

“I know it’s hard, but you need to think clearly right now,” Clarke said, gripping your hands and beginning to wind the pre-wrap around each of your digits. “You need to remember the game plan. Don’t let him turn this into a pissing contest,”

You grit your teeth. “I’m trying,”

You felt Clarke and Lexa share a look more than you saw it.

Lexa's hand gripped your jaw and she turned your head to force you to make eye contact with her.

“If you go out there with him in your head, you will not go home to Charlie, Alex, and Kelley in one piece.”

“I know,” You growled, “I just want to make him regret saying those things so badly,”

“You will,” Lexa assured you, “You’ve gotta fight smart though. Stick to the plan and he’ll regret every word,”

“If you let him egg you on, you’ll fall right into his plan,” Clarke added, beginning to tape your other hand. “He’ll force you to make a mistake and then what?”

You blew out a breath. You knew the answer.

You’d make a mistake and then you’d get hurt.

“He’s an ass, we know,” Clarke said slowly. “But the only way to do this right is to fight your fight. Not the one he wants you to fight,”

“I know,” You muttered, breathing heavily through your nose, and pushing the anger and rage out with the air.

You had to fight with a clear mind. Emotions killed inside of the octagon, and you couldn’t allow yours to control you. You needed to come back to your family safe and sound.

“Tell me the plan,” Lexa said, as Clarke finished the tape job on your hands.

“Keep him on his toes with leg kicks, nail a few to his stomach and go high when he drops his hands,” You recited, allowing yourself to slip into the fighter side of your brain.

Allowing yourself to forget that Sean was a man, and viewing him as a chess piece instead. Just another thing you had to defeat.

“What else?” Lexa pressed.

“Cut the angles, switch feet,” You continued, the mask of the fighter slowly slipping into place. “If he shoots, catch him with the knee and follow it with a hook,”

“And combinations,” Clarke reminded you. “Strings of 3 or 4 each time,”

“Combinations,” You nodded. You knew that too.

“Fight with your head and not your heart,” Clarke added, tapping your knuckles as she slid your gloves into place. “Let’s get you stretched and warmed up,”

You could do this. You could keep your emotions out of it.

*****

You sat heavily back on your stool, sucking in deep breaths as Lexa pulled your mouthpiece out. Round 3 had not gone how you wanted it to. You were being shoved against the cage wall, and defending takedowns for the majority of the round.

Having Sean’s entire body weight pressed into you was exhausting and so much less fun than punching him in the face.

“You need to stop playing Y/n,” Lexa said, as Clarke squirted water into your mouth and placed a bag of ice on the back of your neck.

“I got sloppy,” You agreed, your eyes locked on Lexas.

The first two rounds had been fine. You caught Sean at least 3 times, knocking him on his ass.

But each time you had let him back up. You wanted him to pay for what he had said.

You weren’t going to give him an easy way out in under 2 rounds.

“You're fighting with your heart instead of your head, and he probably took that round,” Lexa said sternly, as a ref shoved vaseline in a cut he had opened just under your eye.

“He’s dipping left,” You answered. You only had 30 seconds. You needed to make sure what you were seeing was actually what was happening.

“He is. Let’s pull a one-two fake and come over the top with your right. You’ll nail him just like you did in rounds one and two,” Clarke jumped in, from your other side.

“Ok,” You nodded.

“Watch for him to shoot. It’s what he did last round when you started to light him up,” Lexa added as the center official gestured that you had 10 seconds left.

“Ok,”

“We just need to keep sitting him down, and when we do, don’t let him back up this time,” Lexa finished as you pushed yourself up from the stool and the team began to file out of the octagon.

You nodded. You could knock him down again. When you did, you would finish him.

“Ok,”

You leaned back against the cage, staring O’Malley down as he tiredly shoved himself off his stool.

He was tired, and you were ready to finish him. This was the part of the fight that you thrived in. The championship rounds were what defined you, and Sean was about to find himself way over his head.

Herb Dean gestured for you and clapped his hand, and you knew. You could see exactly what Sean was going to do before he did it.

And you were ready.

Sean lunged in for the double leg, but you were faster, leaping up and catching him with a knee as he dove.

You had too much momentum to stop yourself from tumbling over him, but it wouldn’t matter.

You had landed flush, and you weren’t going to let him up this time.

*****

Kelley and Alex would never get used to seeing you covered in blood. It never failed to make their hearts stop.

It was one thing for them to see you back in the locker room, red coating your hands and abs after a 2 round beatdown. It was one thing for them to rush you after a 3-second knockout, not even a hair out of place.

This fight had been something different.

This fight had been a war.

This time most of the blood you were covered in was your own, courtesy of the nasty gash just under your left eye.

They were positioned just off to your left, behind the announce table, protected by the barricade of the friends and family section. Close enough to see your coaches leap up onto the apron as you landed an insane flying knee to Sean’s head, but far enough away that they hadn’t been in your direct line of sight between rounds.

Alex held Charlie tighter as the crowd exploded around them, the officials rushing you as you landed more punches to your own opponent, and Kelley moving to block Charlie’s other side.

“Mama ok?” Charlie’s voice barely carried over the crowd.

“Yeah baby,” Alex hummed, bouncing her as the officials shoved you away from the downed fighter and towards your corner. The fall as you leaped over Sean had opened the gash on your cheek wider. “She’s just a little excited right now,”

Kelley snorted at the description, the gross downplay of how you were pressing against the officials and screaming toward the grounded man.

“She flew,” Charlie agreed, pointing to where they were showing the replay on the screen above them. “Mama fly again?”

“I don’t think so baby,” Alex said, carefully repositioning the edge of Charlie’s ear protectors.

It was a signature of yours to do a flip off the cage after a win, but with how amped up you were, Alex doubted you’d be doing the celebration.

“Mama have too many boo-boos?” Charlie asked as you finally turned away from the army of officials holding you back.

Both Alex and Kelley shook their heads. They weren’t quite sure how bad it was yet, but Lexa had sent them a nod before the start of the 4th round, so they knew it probably looked worse than it was.

“Mama is ok,” Alex said, as an official approached them to escort them to the cage now that your team was finally starting to get you to calm down.

Kelley nodded towards the man, using a hand on Alex’s back to guide them forward. “Let’s go see mama,”

Hopefully, Clarke would be able to coax you into a shirt before they got there.

****

You were not a fighter who often showed emotions inside the octagon, especially after a fight. You weren’t one who landed extra punches after your opponent was clearly down.

But Sean had pushed you too far, and you just couldn’t calm down.

Even as Lexa’s arms wrapped around your heaving abs, and the official pressed a heavy piece of gauze to your cheek.

“Y/n he’s down, you need to relax,” Clarke ordered, snapping a finger in front of your eyes, and drawing your attention from where Sean was still sucking in stilted breaths on the ground.

You blinked at her. “Y/n you have to calm down. You don’t want Charlie to see you like this,”

It was like ice in your veins, instantly pulling the red tinge from your vision.

Your eyes darted around the cage, spotting Alex, Kelley, and Charlie standing just outside the door.

It was what you needed to release the tension in your shoulders, finally relaxing in Lexa’s arms.

Charlie waved excitedly at you, and you lifted a hand to wiggle your fingers back, keeping your head still for the official.

“You’re gonna need stitches after the official decision,” He muttered gruffly, letting your face go. “And you’re gonna have to do the mandatory ER visit,”

“We’ll make sure she does,” Lexa answered for you, finally dropping her arms, convinced you wouldn’t try to hit Sean again.

You groaned under your breath. You didn’t like the ER.

“Let me get the blood off you before your girls get in here,” Clarke said, passing Lexa the dark-colored shirt you would wear after, and stepping towards you with a bright, white towel. “Charlie will be upset if she can’t get a hug,”

“We don’t want that,” You muttered, closing your eyes as she methodically cleaned your face, staying away from the gash in your cheek, and moved on to wiping down your shoulders, stomach, and back. Your legs would be able to wait for the shower.

“No, we don’t,” Lexa agreed, holding the collar of your shirt so you could pull it over your head without getting blood all over it. “I’m sure round 3 already gave her quite the scare,”

You winced, as you lifted your arm through your shirt. “Only like the last minute and a half,”

“Still,” Clarke said sending you a meaningful look, as you popped your head through the collar. “I don’t think Kelley or Alex like it when you’re under anyone but them,”

“Very true,” You agreed, again glancing over your shoulder towards your little family. “I just needed him to pay for what he said about them. What he said about Charlie,”

You were acutely aware of how dangerous your job was. How terrifying it had to be to watch Sean lift you and slam you. How painful it was when he opened up the cut on your cheek with a slicing elbow.

“I think he’ll remember this lesson,” Lexa hummed pushing you forward, as the officials finally let Alex, Kelley, and Charlie into the cage. “Now, say hello and get a hug so they can read the official decision, and then you can go to the hospital,”

You painted a half smile on your face and took the four steps over to your girls. “Hey,”

Alex smiled widely, fighting to hold onto your wiggling daughter as Kelley stepped up to gently wrap her arms around you.

“Hey babe,” Kelley's voice was as soft as her hands, her eyes searching your face for further injuries.

“Mama, you win!” Charlie cheered, wiggling harder in Alex’s arms. “Mommy down,”

“Easy,” You hummed, towards your daughter, eyeing the man now sitting pressed up against the cage behind you. “I think it’s best if Mommy holds you,”

You didn’t think he was still dangerous, but you would never take a chance with them.

“But hug,” She whined, kicking her feet and earning a chuckle from Kelley and Alex.

Your smile softened, carefully pulling out of Kelley’s arms and taking a step towards them. You slowly wrapped your arm around Alex and Charlie, squeezing gently and ignoring the pain in your ribs.

Charlie tried to lean into you, using her little hands to grab your chin before you could pull away.

“Gentle baby,” Alex reminded her, as Kelley carefully moved her fingers so they didn’t accidentally touch your cut.

Charlie nodded, her eyes searching you just as Kelley’s had. “Mama hurt?”

You shrugged. “A little, but I’ll be ok,”

Charlie hummed, leaning up to peck your cheek just below the gauze covering your cut. “I kiss it better for you,”

“Thank you, baby,” You said, as the officials gestured for you to come over so they could read the decision.

You landed a kiss on her forehead and one on Kelley and Alex’s cheeks before you turned toward the officials.

You let him take your arm in the center of the octagon, standing in front of Dana White.

“The officials have called a stop to this contest 4 seconds into the 4 round. Your winner by Knockout is Y/n Y/l/n,”

Bruce Buffer’s voice rang through the arena, and Dana carefully strapped the belt around your waist, but your eyes never left your girls, even as Joe Rogan stepped up for his post-fight interview.

All that mattered to you was them.

“First off, congratulations on your win,” He said, trying to draw your attention to him. “I want to ask you about this knockout. Clearly, he was down after the knee, do you think those last 3 punches were necessary?”

You smirked towards him, your pre-fight song running in your head. “They were super necessary. If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing, don’t regret it one bit cause he had it coming,”

Sean did have it coming. He had messed with your family.

Your job was difficult. It was dangerous.

You were supposed to fight with your head and not your heart, but at the end of the day, you fought for them.

They were yours and you were theirs, and you would give anything for them. You would give up your new championship if that was what they needed.

They kept you grounded, and you would always fight for their honor.

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