Ok This Is The Video I Mentioned, Like Imagine König In This, I Want To Tie His Hands And Feet And Make

kinda cute

Innocent

Summary: Reader is the innocent one in the group and Draco certainly likes it a lot ;)

Pairing: Dom!Draco Malfoy x Sub!Reader

Warnings: smutty!

Should I make it into a short series? Comment :)

"My turn!" Pansy squealed before grabbing the bottle as the sign that it was her turn to ask a question.

"Do you prefer innocent or experienced girls?" she said biting her lip a little while looking at Blaise who avoided her hungry eyes focusing on answering the question and not getting hard.

"Experienced" Blaise, Theo, and Enzo said together and Y/N felt some nervousness rise in her stomach when the blond haired guy sitting across from her didn't join the group answer.

"What about you Draco?" Pansy asked as he broke his eyes away from her body that he was scanning shamelessly for the past few minutes.

"Definitely innocent" he said the last bit rolling from his tongue like the most delicious poison and she felt her stomach twist and turn after hearing his answer.

"Really mate!?" the boys asked while Pansy nudged me a little when he wasn't looking giving me a side smirk that only made me blush more.

"Yeah, there is just something special when an innocent girl lets you do things to her...when she trusts you enough to take control of her body to make her feel good...when you feel her spread apart around you while shyly fighting back the urge to moan because she is too embarrassed to....when she let's you spoil her afterwards...and trust me on this, the innocent girls are the hottest in bed" as he spoke his eyes never left hers and she felt herself getting wet just from the sound of his voice her cheeks changing the shades of red.

"I suppose..." Theo said and Draco smirked seeing Y/N shift uncomfortably in her seat before deciding to show his friends just what he means.

"Let me show you what I mean, Y/N could you come here for me?" he said and she felt her heart race at the sound of her name before exchanging the looks with Pansy who was smirking.

She looked back at Draco's cold blue eyes before nodding her head shyly walking towards the blond who was sitting on the leather sofa.

"Come here, precious" he said placing his large hands around her waist before pulling her to sit on his lap his eyes never leaving her dark ones.

She was just sitting there quietly not really knowing what to say or how to act but her body certainly didn't mind the attention it was receiving from the Slytherin Prince at the moment.

He moved a strand of her hair from her face before his hands were placed on her head gently stroking while making her look at him again her cheeks turning a bright shade of red at his smirking face.

He moved her head forwards letting their foreheads touch that contact alone making her body feel good as her hands instinctively went to hold onto his white shirt.

"How are you feeling precious?" Draco spoke lowly as his lips met each cheek before resting his forehead against hers again. His hands massaged her hips slowly as she felt herself growing needy for more of his touch.

"I'm fine..." she whispered on a verge of whimpering at how good his massage felt in that moment and he seemed to immediately notice her little struggle.

"Are you a good girl, precious?" he said into her neck his lips grazing the skin softly and without taking a second to think before responding she did what naturally came to her.

"Yes, sir..." she said feeling herself get more embarrassed so she decided to hide her now completely red face in the crook of Draco's neck as he smirked proudly.

"Yeah, yeah we get it! Snogg already! " Blaise said smirking at Draco who was holding you tightly on his lap while everyone else moved closer to the big screen to play the movie.

The next day, they all went to Hogsmede together happy to finally have a day off from classes. Y/N was buying some sweets when suddenly she felt someone's cold breath on her exposed neck sending a shiver down her sine. By the smell of the signature luxury cologne she immediately recognized who was tailing her.

"Come with me, precious.." he whispered taking her wrist and pulling her into the empty alley before making her back hit the stone cold wall his arms resting on each side of her face.

"They are going to look for us..." she said shyly looking anywhere but Draco's eyes trying to ignore the fact that his lips were only inches away form her own.

"I can't stop thinking about having you on my lap making you call me 'sir'...I want to hear you say it again" he spoke lowly and she felt her heard race at his words becoming more embarrassed at the thought of the situation that happened a few nights ago.

He noticed her now completely red cheeks which he found utterly amusing so he raised her chin making their eyes met before his gaze was rested on her partner lips.

"Good girl does what she is told, precious..."he spoke his eyes not leaving her lips as she gulped feeling herself et both nervous and excited at his request.

"We should go back, sir..." she whispered the last part and he groaned from the way in left her lips perfectly just for his ears. He moved his nose in the crook of her neck taking in her sweet scent when their friends interrupted again making Draco groan in frustration.

"Bloody hell!" he said to the boys when she grabbed Pansy's hand walking away and they chuckled tapping his shoulders.

The next evening, Y/N was laying asleep in the common room book still in her hands her school skirt raised up a little bit. Draco approached her slowly while scanning her body and his eyes took their time to carefully observe her little thighs.

He sat down smirking a little to himself when she didn't wake up before his hands started gently touching her thighs. His cold touch made her stir a little but continue to sleep nevertheless.

Only when his lips met the hot skin did a little whimper leave her mouth as her heavy eyes opened slowly adjusting to the light.

"D..Draco? What?" she mumbled her face completely red at the sight of his hands holding her things as his lips caressed them.

"Shhh little one, we don't want anybody to hear us" he whispered and she gulped when he started raising her skirt higher smirking a little at the sight of her pink knickers.

"You are gonna be the death of me princess" he spoke with a groan before his chin rested on top of her bloated clit adding just enough pressure to make her go weak.

"D..Draco" she said fighting back an urge to moan which he found that much more arousing but he wanted to hear he beg for it.

"What is it precious? Does my good girl want to be bad?" he teased and she grew even more embarrassed at his dirty talk but menage to nodding her head.

"My little angel wants me to make her a naughty girl, hm?" he said now his hands slowly pulling down her knicker before blowing hot air directly at her needy core.

"Please..."she whimpered quietly unable to hold it back any longer.

"Please what, precious?" Draco smirked waiting to her that special word love her lips again.

"Please, sir.." she said and he smiled kissing her lips passionately while his hand skillfully rubbed her slit making her mind go blank in ecstatic feeling.

"Does that feel good baby? Hm, is daddy making you see starts already?" Draco spoke into her ear and she felt herself getting closer to her high.

"Uh daddy..." was all she said and he added another finger making her moan loudly surprising herself as her head hid into his chest from embarrassment but he cherished it.

She shook underneath his touch as her high washed over her and Draco smirked proud of his accomplishments before carrying her to his dorm to give her proper after care.

He laid her onto his comfortable bed and she hid her face into his pillow which smelled so strongly of him.He Brough a washing cloth cleaning her up before taking off her uniform replacing it with one fo his shirts and boxers.

"That's better" he said before laying down beside her trying to get her to stop hiding her gorgeous face from him butte was way too embarrassed.

"You did so good, precious. No need to hide from me" he said rubbing her hips softly and she slowly raised her head form the pillows giving him an innocent gaze.

"Really?" she said hopeful and he smiled making her relax a bit while nodding his head.

"Yeah, you are MY good girl aren't you?" he said and she happily nodded moving closer to him nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck.

"Are you gonna teach me more?" she said and that made Draco smirk widely before kissing the top of her head.

"I'm gonna teach you all of it, don't worry love...you are only mine" he said and she felt her cheeks redden at his possessive tone but she felt comfortable in his embrace feeling safe and peaceful.

much more relatable

Old Disney and Pixar movies be like: you have trauma because your parents are dead

New Disney and Pixar movies be like: you have trauma because of your parents

I love themm

#the two warriors leading the war against jimmy fallon

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

ꕥ 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 + 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑘𝑎 + 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

ꕥ pornstar couple butch!sevika + hyperfem!reader & next door neighbor! ambessa | dom!ambessa + switch!reader + switch!sevika | modern day pornstar au

ꕥ cw: filmed sex, slight exhibitionism, oral sex (reader & sevika receiving), strap sucking, strap-on sex (all receiving), fingering (all receiving), hair pulling, spitting, cum sharing, overstimulation, edging, tears, face sitting, squirting

ꕥ a/n: honestly, this might just be my favorite thing i’ve ever written, i loveeeee ambessa and sevika so much it’s pathetic :( i need them both so badddd especially sub sevi like so bad. it’s really long, but i think it’s worth it.

when you and sevika moved into a luxury apartment building, you two had spent the first week christening every single surface. the kitchen counter, the barstools, the couches, the bed. anything with a sturdy surface, and it had been thoroughly fucked on. and you had caught a majority of them on camera, posting them on a porn website for anyone to see.

but there was no shame in it. you and her had been well known pornstars for about two years now, it’s how you made your living. and who wouldn’t love the life you built for yourselves? sevika often took you on lavish trips and shopping sprees, getting you every little thing your pretty heart desired. and you did her, buying her the car she’s always wanted for your recent anniversary.

you and sevika had a great relationship, very open and trusting with one another. despite the small gap in age, you paired together well. your soft and girlish ways made her feel secure in her masculinity, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her princess. she’d get you anything you showed an interest in having, so when you proposed the idea of inviting your next door neighbor for a threesome, she agreed.

ambessa was a mystery to you. you often caught her coming home from work in the afternoon, shamelessly staring at her. she was tall and built, and still managed to exude feminine grace. her hair, dark brown mixed with gray, was always in neat braids, kept in a large updo. and you didn’t even want to get started on how good she looked in gold. the thought of her in bed had you wet more times than you’d like to admit.

so, once you had gotten permission from sevika, you plotted on having the woman. it started slow, wearing short nightgowns to get the packages dropped at your door when she was coming home. bringing her baked goods in frilly, pink miniskirts and low cut tops, white lace tights running over your thighs. and how it worked, you caught her sneaking glances at your thighs, or the tops of your breasts. everything was going to plan in your mind.

now here you were. sevika had been out running errands, and you decided to lay in the sun for the afternoon. you laid in a chair on your balcony, wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination as you soaked in the rays. music played on a speaker, which is what originally caught ambessa’s attention.

she had gotten home early from work, somewhat irritated from the day. she opened the balcony to relax, decompress after a stressful workday when she heard the melody of the song you were playing. she glanced over, the sight before her sending a shot of arousal straight to her pussy. you laid in the sun, not a care in the world, body on display. she couldn’t help but stare, taking in the way your thighs rubbed against each other as you shifted your leg, bending one at the knee and the other flat against the chair.

she knew who you were. oh, she definitely knew, your videos bringing her to orgasm during her free time. she loved watching how easily you two fucked, watching sevika pleasuring you and vice versa. something about watching you bring that butch woman to orgasm and making her desperate spoke to her. and let’s not get her started on the way she was obsessed with the look on your face as you came around her strap. how she imagined it was her strap filling you up and having you begging her for more, until it was too much to bare.

you opened your eyes, only because sevika had opened the door. she was wearing a plain black tank top, cargo shorts hanging off of her hips. she leaned down and kissed you, hand wrapping around your neck to pull you closer.

poor ambessa, the sight alone had her wet and ready. she found both of you attractive, although she never spoke her opinion simply because she knew you two were dating. but it didn’t stop her from watching from the balcony, not knowing that sevika had noticed her the moment she stepped out.

“let’s put on a show, yeah?” sevika murmured against your lips, pecking them before pulling away. your eyes follow hers, seeing ambessa watching from the balcony next to yours. you couldn’t help but flash a subtle smile, nodding at sevika’s idea. her hand trailed down your body, pulling at the strings that held your bikini top up. your tits jiggled in her face, nipple piercing visible through the fabric.

you shift your body, legs propped open. ambessa licked her lips, rubbing her own thighs together to create some form of friction to cope with the throbbing between her thighs. sevika slapped your tit once before her hand moved down, pushing the material of your bottoms aside. you felt the warm air on your pussy, and that’s when you finally looked over, tilting your head to the side to make eye contact with ambessa. you gave her a lazy wave, friendly smile on your face. her heart dropped, realizing she had been caught. but your reaction shocked her. you didn’t call her a creep, and instead, you cupped your own breast with a pretty grin.

your mouth parted as sevika slipped her fingers between your folds, the pads of her fingers brushing against your clit. you kept your eyes on ambessa, but your hand rubbed sevika’s face. “does having someone watch get you this wet?” sevika whispered in your ear, and you nod. painfully you tear your eyes away from ambessa to lock lips with sevika, gasping in her mouth as she pushes a finger inside of you. you looked up at her through your lashes, giving her that same innocent, puppy eyed look that always gets her going.

“tell her to come over then, doll. want her to come ruin this pussy with me?” she kissed your cheek, using her free hand to grab your face, hand cupped under your chin to turn your face to ambessa’s view. “now, tell her what you want.” sevika ordered, loud enough for ambessa to hear. she added another finger, causing you to buck your hips to meet her hand. “i want you to- fuck - come ruin my pussy.” you called to ambessa, and sevika tuts, gently smacking your face. “have some manners. what’s the magic word?” her thumb rubbed your clit, and you moaned at the feeling.

“please!” you add, the words coming out in more of a moan. sevika smirked, speeding up her fingers before looking at ambessa. “she did ask nicely. the offers open.” she told ambessa, grabbing your curls and pulling your head back. with little to no hesitation, ambessa left her balcony, her door sliding shut with a hard thud. with a smile, you quickly scramble up, ignoring the way you felt empty without her fingers.

you heard the knock and opened the door, immediately being met with the sight of ambessa. you pulled her in, although her attention was focused on the woman behind you. “is this for a video?” was the first question she asked, and you looked back at sevika, who didn’t have any recording gear out. you shrugged, not caring if it was filmed or not.

“do you want it to be?” sevika asked, brow raised. she wasn’t expecting ambessa to know that you and her made videos, nor bring it up. but, she was more than willing to record once she saw ambessa nod. while sevika was in the bedroom setting up, your hands ran up ambessa’s body.

“someone’s needy. did she not make you cum with her fingers?” she cooed, running her hands up your body. you shake your head with a slight pout, although you knew sevika could make you cum as easy as she could breathe. ambessa leaned down, capturing your lips with hers. her large hands, calloused from work, squeezed your breast.

she wrapped her open hand around your waist, pulling you close against her. her kiss was hard and fast, trying to consume as much of you as she could. and it had you dizzy, holding onto her shirt as you tried to keep up with her. you had to pull away for air, but it didn’t stop her from kissing down your neck, lips pressed against fading hickeys.

“having fun without me?” sevika asked from behind you, hands cupping your ass as she watched ambessa trail her tongue up the column of your throat. sevika couldn’t lie and say the sight didn’t make her wet, cause by gods it did. ambessa smirked, grabbing sevika by the tank top to plant her lips against hers. you watched the two taller women make out over you, trapped between them. you whined, and you felt ambessa squeeze your hip.

pulling away, ambessa looked down at you, finding your need for attention endearing. she placed her thumb under your chin, pulling your mouth open with her index and middle fingers. to your shock, she spit in your mouth, remnants from her sloppy kiss with sevika still eminent. that action alone had your knees buckling, and they both noticed.

“have some patience, darling. it’ll be your turn soon.” ambessa assured you, and you nod dumbly. sevika guided you both to the bedroom, and you saw your film camera propped up on the desk across from the bed. between the two women and the camera, your mind was clouded in a lustful haze.

you sit down, looking up at the two women as they plotted what to do with you. you ran your hands up ambessa’s thighs, pulling at the button of her work slacks. she smirked, her palm against your cheek as she watched you pull her pants down. that’s when the real show started.

sevika circled the bed, discarding her shorts and shirt in the process. she kneeled behind you, pulling the strings of your top until it fell off. her hands kneaded your tits, gently pulling your nipples. you let out a quiet sigh at the feeling, your hand running over the bulge in ambessa’s underwear. she came prepared, you pull down the hem of her panties to reveal the black material of a strap on harness. before you could reveal it fully, she moved, taking a small step back just out of reach. “fuck, i need to taste you.” she said, her voice strained as she lowered herself to her knees.

her hands made quick work of your bottoms, tossing them aside as if they had wronged her. hands against your calves, ambessa lifted your legs, pushing them back and spreading them to her content. the sight before her had her mouth practically watering, but she had kept her composure, not wanting to show just how desperate she felt. the sight of your pussy alone, shiny with arousal and puffy. she looked up from her spot between your thighs, looking past you and focusing on sevika.

aww, poor sevi, her hands slipped into her boxers and you saw the circular motion of her fingers working inside of the fabric. “my poor baby, you want me to touch you?” you ask, placing your hand on your face. she didn’t respond, her face showing her embarrassment. you coo at her, knowing how flustered she was because of you. add ambessa witnessing her in her subspace, it was just too much for her.

“come on, baby. come take a seat.” you lay back, head pressed against the soft plush of your mattress. she hesitated, and you raise a brow. “sevika.” you say, and you see her visibly tense under the underlying command in your tone. oh, you had a plan for her. she stripped of her boxers, climbing back onto the bed and hovering her pussy over your face.

“shit, baby. you’re so wet f’me.” you mutter, eyes staring up at her cunt. you use two fingers, spreading the lips of her pussy eagerly. you tilt your head up, your tongue licking a warm stripe from her pulsing entrance to her clit. she sunk lower, applying some of her weight to your face, just the way you liked. you ate her out with fervor, and you couldn’t deny that you were showing off. how could you not? you had a six foot tall woman above you, slowly falling apart with each lick of your tongue.

in your display, you almost forgot about the other woman you had brought to your bed. she placed her lips around your clit, tongue circling it and licking it as if she hadn’t eaten in days. and she was on a mission, she wanted to prove that her waiting meant something. fighting the urge for months, keeping herself at a respectable distance for the sake of respecting your relationship. watching went to feeling, hearing you fucking through the walls like animals. she couldn’t help the way her pussy throbbed at the sounds you made, or even better the way you made sevika sound.

you felt sevika’s hips jerk, gliding her pussy over your chin and mouth. your moans under her caused vibrations against her pussy, and she couldn’t help the quiet gasps and the low grunts that escaped her throat. ambessa was focused on your pussy, pumping a finger in and out of your clenching hole. the sounds coming from your pussy filled the room, her mouth creating slurping noises that were beyond obnoxious.

you pause, a whine escaping your lips as you catch your breath. “fuck, so good.” you say, rubbing sevika’s clit with your fingers. her slick covered the bottom half of your face, and you use your free arm to pull her back down, suffocating you in the essence of her smell.

and god, ambessa wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest. you felt her tease another finger at your entrance, your thighs threatening to close any second. if it wasn’t for sevika’s thighs around your head, jerking with every stroke of your tongue and rub of your fingers, the sounds in your mouth would’ve filled the room. “filthy girl, eating your wife’s pussy while i play with yours.” ambessa teased.

“shit, baby, m’gonna cum.” sevika was the first to call out, you could tell with the way she frantically humped at your face, a hand fisting your curls tightly as she worked to get herself off. of course you helped your sweet baby, you knew she struggled to do it without you. as much as you wanted to taunt her, you couldn’t, knowing your orgasm was close as well.

and ambessa fed on this, knowing that both of you were so close to orgasm, having no shame that another person had joined. she curled her fingers inside of you, pushing against your g-spot with the thick pads of her fingers. you felt your stomach tighten, hips bucking off the bed. “oh fuck!” “god, yes!” you and sevika called at the same time, and ambessa couldn’t hide her smirk. she felt your walls tighten around her fingers, and your thighs shut around her hand as you came.

sevika came a few moments later, hips coming to a halt over your face. despite your own orgasm raking through you, you kept your tongue in motion, flicking against her clit until she moved away from the overstimulating feeling. she laid against the mattress, hand laid over her chest as it rose and fell with each deep breath she took. you sit up on your elbows, running a hand over ambessa’s braids.

she stood up, leaning over you and looking down at you, lust coating her eyes. she grabbed sevika’s shirt, lifting her off the mattress. you watched them from your spot under ambessa, watching them kiss with a type of hunger you loved. only when they pulled away did you see it: ambessa had kept your cum in her mouth, and she spit it into sevika’s, smearing the bit that had missed over her lips.

your eyes rolled at the sight, falling back onto the mattress. you took the small grace period, merely a minute or two to regain your stamina. you heard the drawers rusting behind you, sevika sliding the harness of her strap-on over her legs. you remember you’re on camera and sit up, switching your position so you were laying on your stomach.

“getting ready, huh?” ambessa said, her hand cupping your chin and forcing her to look at you. you had to arch a bit, but it was worth it. she looked at you like you were art, despite your face being covered in cum. she pulled her panties, revealing the strap-on that was hidden beneath them. it was a dark red color, and it stood tall and proud just like her. “gonna destroy this pretty throat, child. gonna train it to take everything i give it.” she gave harsh pats to your cheeks, each time you swear your pussy throbbed in response.

“and don’t be mistaken, either. you’ll have your turn.” she told sevika, who paused her movements to eye the woman. she hated how much she had to fight to not submit to her, how wet she got just from her words. sevika let out a quiet scoff, not responding to her words. instead, she teased the tip of her strap at your entrance, sliding the silicone between your folds and spreading your wetness around.

“shit, she’s so wet. such a sweet thing.” sevika smiled, spitting onto your cunt. you let out a moan at the action, your head would’ve fell forward if not for ambessa holding it in place. you felt the familiar stretch of her easing the tip in, pulling the flesh of your lip between your teeth. “aww, look at her, trying to hold back her words.” ambessa tilted her head, watching as your mouth fell open the more sevika pushed into you. by the time she bottomed out inside of you, pressing her thighs to your ass, your mouth had fell open completely, half whimper-half moan escaping your throat.

“ohhhh, shit.” you gasp, feeling sevika pull out and push into you again. ambessa tuts at you, shaking her head as she squeezes your jaw, keeping your mouth open as she teases her strap at your lips. you look up at her through your lashes, holding your tongue out expectantly. “so eager to take her cock down your throat. fucking slut.” sevika practically growled behind you, one hand holding your hip as she thrusts into your soaked cunt. your eyes fluttered shut, and thanks to ambessa holding your mouth open, every sound you made was audible to both of their ears.

“give her something to occupy that fucking mouth of hers.” sevika grunts in time with her thrusts, and while ambessa didn’t like being bossed around, but she obliged nonetheless, pushing the strap into your mouth to muffle the sounds coming from you.

it was almost overwhelming just how turned on you were. their straps filled you, sevika pulling your hips up to meet her thrusts. and ambessa was having a time, pushing you to your limits and seeing how much you could take. each time you gagged, it fueled her ego, and boy did it make sevika a touch jealous. she landed a harsh slap to you ass, the sound making you choke out a moan over the strap.

ambessa ran her hand through your messy hair, tugging on the strands from the root. the pain from her grip had you nearing your orgasm, and with a small shake of her head, sevika pulled out. you let out a sound of complaint, but ambessa kept you from turning you head, still thrusting her strap inside of your mouth. you kept whining, spreading your legs further and putting your pussy on display for sevika, wanting her to continue. instead, she slapped your cunt, the strike landing right on your clit.

“you want to suck her strap so bad, focus on that.” sevika tells you, another harsh slap to your clit. your cry came out muffled, tears pricking your eyes. each time ambessa’s strap pressed the back of your throat, sevika delivered a harsh slap to your pussy.

ambessa saw the tears pooling in your pretty eyes, the sight had her ready to burst. she guided your hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy over your fingers. she took pity on you, getting your poor pussy spanked while having your throat fucked. she pulled the strap out of your mouth, running her thumb over your bottom lip.

“wanna punish sevika? make her feel bad for being so mean to such a needy, pretty pussy. hm?” she pats your face, her thumb wiping the tears that came down your face. you nod, and ambessa’s gaze snaps to sevika. ambessa moved to the bed, sitting down and laying flat against the mattress.

“im going to tell you what to do, and you are going to follow every word. both of you.” she ordered, her dominance washing over your body, filling the room and covering you like a blanket. with some instruction, you managed to get into the positions she ordered you to. you took sevika’s strap off of her, placing it on your own body. you placed yourself between ambessa’s legs, pushing the fake cock into her pussy. it was fairly easy,her pussy already soaked and ready.

she ordered sevika to ride her, and sevika was beyond resistant. “no.” she said, her voice wavering as she eyed the toy. ambessa chuckled, the sound made you nervous. “that wasn’t a question, girl. i don’t like repeating myself.”

sevika gulped, but with a roll of her eyes she listened. she walked over, sliding onto the bed and lifted one of her legs over ambessa’s hip. without mercy, ambessa pulled sevika down onto the toy, her sharp gasp filling the room. you couldn’t see her facial expression, since you were standing behind her. however, you’ve fucked sevika more times than you can count, you know how she worked. her pretty gray eyes probably rolled back, and you smirked. you moved your hips, teasing ambessa by just keeping the tip in. you lean to the side and already meet her stern look.

“watch it, child. you aren’t exempt from punishment. let this one serve as your reminder.” ambessa nodded toward sevika, landing a harsh slap to her tit. sevika threw her head back, and she began bouncing, a guttural moan leaving her lips every time she took the full length inside of her pussy. you match sevika’s pace, enjoying the way the strap-on rubbed your clit as you fucked ambessa.

“just like that, you’re perfect.” ambessa praised both of you, and you grab sevika’s hair, yanking her head back. you kiss down her exposed neck, leaving small bite marks. “fuck, look at you. taking her dick so well.” you say in her ear, looking down to see the red strap disappear inside of your poor girls cunt. “come on, sevi, I know you can ride better than that. you don’t wanna embarrass me ” you say, giving ambessa harder thrusts.

with your hands on her hips, you help her bounce harder until she reached her orgasm. it washed over her hard, her body trembling as she tried to stop. “ah, ah, ah. keep going, you can do it.” you guide her to keep going, keeping your own pace inside of ambessa, who moaned shamelessly.

“listen to her, sevika.” ambessa said, her large hand palming sevika’s breasts as they bounced in front of her. you could tell sevika was overstimulated by this point, her nails digging into your arm. “i-can’t, please.” she begged, and you shake your head. “shhh, it’s okay, i know you can.” you place a soft kiss her neck. your hand slid down her body, fingers pressing against her clit as she continued to weakly bounce on the cock.

“fuck, right there.” ambessa shifted, and you did just that, kept the pace the exact same while rubbing sevika’s clit. she was a moaning mess, you wished you could see more of her face. ambessa was ringing her dry on her cock, her large hand forcing her to keep up her bouncing. and once she became too tired to keep it up, she used her strength to bounce her manually.

“im going to cum if you keep that up.” ambessa told you, you noticed how her thigh twitched, threatening to close and trap you between them. and honestly, you weren’t sure you’d be upset at that outcome. a life spent like this, between them. it was a pleasant thought. “fuck!” sevika’s voice pulled you from your daydream, noticing she was having another orgasm.

“good job! oh, so fucking pretty for us.” you laugh, your thrusts faltering as you felt your own orgasm peaking. after a few more hard thrusts, ambessa came around the strap on you wore, the cream white substance coating the base as you continued to fuck her through her high. meanwhile, ambessa kept sevika bouncing, poor thing was brought to tears.

“please, baby, im sorry.” she sniffed, her hands flattening against ambessa’s chest to keep her balance. “come on, just one more.” you pout, your fingers slowing down on her clit. you pull the strap out of ambessa, climbing next ambessa. you discard the strap on completely, tossing it to the side as you watch. ambessa guided you further up the bed, placing to of her fingers inside your pussy.

the sight of sevika being bounced on ambessa’s cock from the strength of her hips had your pussy tightening around ambessa’s fingers. before you knew it, you found yourself grinding on them. “yes, fuck, right there.” you cry out, a hard orgasm ripping through your body in waves. watching you have an orgasm was enough to push sevika to hers, and what you saw had your jaw dropped.

big, bad sevika, squirting all over the cock of your next door neighbor. it coated ambessa’s thighs, creating a puddle under the both of them. “fuck, look at this. she’s did so good, didn’t she?” ambessa commented, helping a shaky legged sevika off of her and onto the bed. all three of you were tired, laying in the bed for a few moments before you stood. you walked over to the camera, giving the device a wave before you picked it up and shut it off.

you looked at the two women, placing a hand on your hip. “one more time, off the camera?” you wiggled a brow, earning a laugh from ambessa and you walked back over to the bed with a chuckle of your own.

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Hello! I love your writing sm. Could I request a Lady Lesso × F!Reader oneshot? It doesnt matter if it's fluff, smut, lemon etc!

Hey !!!! Thank you so much for your kind words 🙏 ❤️. They mean a lot to me !!

I had started writing this one before receiving this request and I think that this is different than the usual one-shots in which Lady Lesso is the dean of evil and the woman in power.

So, I hope you enjoy this !

I'm not a child anymore

You titled your head to the side at the sight of the new reader.

A lonely, little girl with red hair approaching you.

You raised an eyebrow when she stopped in front of you. " Excuse me, but what's this place ? Why am I here ? Are we in Europe or- "

You hit your cane on the floor to make her stop. " This is the great, best of its kind, school for evil. And I. "

You paused. You took a step back moving your cane in a circular motion for emphasis. " I am its dean. You may call me Lady L/N. "

The girl frowned. " I haven't heard of this school, what- "

" Nah, nah, nah. " You cut her off with a fake pout.

" You were given a marvelous chance to be selected, among so many people, to attend this hallow institution, Leonora. " You told her.

Leonora's eyes widened at the sound of her name.

" Of Gavaldon. " You added with a smirk. " That's your name, is it not, reader ? That's what we call the people from the outside world, because they only read our fairytales, never had a chance to participate in them, unlike you. "

The reader swallowed hard. She was confused beyond-.

" Now, now. If you excuse me, but I have fresh villainy to attend to. " You said and before giving a chance to the girl to stop you, you turned on your heels and vanished through the corridors.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

You watched her in your lessons; afraid and lonely at first but too stubborn to give up.

She grew and so did her confidence and strength.

At the end of her third year you spotted a change on her behavior, though.

She was showering you with dreaming gazes, her mind being everywhere but in the classroom.

You were confused but didn't elaborate on the phenomenon because her grades were excellent as always.

The glances continued.

However, you found yourself enjoying them.

Enjoying someone's full attention.

Last time you had it... well, you preferred not to remember that period...

But then again, you couldn't deny the girl's natural beauty.

After a certain incident with Rafal; it was dealt with success, Celeste, the dean of the school for good wanted to have her expelled.

You dismissed the thought immediately, you were Leonora's dean after all, not Celeste.

The headmaster agreed with you and supported your decision.

Two weeks before Leonora's graduation; you called her in your office.

" You asked for me, Lady L/N. " The girl- no, woman stated.

" I did, indeed. " You nodded and stood up to walk around your desk.

Leonora's eyes followed every and each of your moves. The slight sway of your hips as you approached her, the forming smirk on your lips.

You stopped in front of her remembering that you used to be taller than her.

" Have you received any job offers, yet ? " You asked her with interest.

She took a deep breath starting to understand why you were questioning this.

" No, my dean. Not yet. " She replied timidly.

Your smirk widened. " Well, that's why I'm here, is it not ? "

Leonora raised an eyebrow. " May you clarify the reason of me being here ? "

" Of course. " You leaned against your desk.

" The excellence of your grades came to my attention. If you are interested, there's an opening. You have all the time until your graduation to decide. " You informed her with a smile.

You knew the answer she was to give, though.

The way Leonora's face shone, the way her lips parted, the little spark in her eyes, the way her hands nervously smoothed her black attire.

" There's... There's no need, Lady L/N. I accept. " She answered smiling.

" Thank you. " She added quickly.

You smiled back. " The pleasure is all mine. "

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

She graduated. With the best marks in both of the schools.

Good's best student, Clarissa Dovey was a close second, but.

" Close doesn't cut it. " She had told you once.

Leonora became a professor.

The perfect example of a young villain.

Ambitious yet deadly, vengeful and most importantly.

Violent.

She was making you crazy. 

Even if you were just... friends..., you were giving her whatever she wished for.

An office with a window.

Done in less than a day.

Bigger quarters.

Done in less than a day as well; she needed a little while to move in though.

Generally saying, you provided.

You provided her anything she wanted with her not even asking twice.

Leonora was trying to spend as much time as possible with you.

There was no way the girl would confess her feelings for you without making sure that you reciprocated them.

You were standing in front of the lake looking at the blue shimmering waters.

The moon was standing proudly, like you but darkness prevailed hiding everything under its vicious vail.

You were so lost in thought that you missed the sound of a person approaching you.

" So, here you are ! I searched the whole school and yet failed to find you. " A voice said next to you.

You turned to look at her. Unlike any other person at both schools, you weren't only able to see through the dark but also become one with the shadows.

Your gift was allowing you to watch over everything and everyone without anybody's knowledge.

Nobody could tell whether a shadow was just a shadow or if it contained you too.

" Oh. I can't imagine how long this must have taken. " You responded.

You raised an eyebrow when Leonora's grip on her cane tightened. " It did, indeed, take long. But I never surrender. "

You smirked knowing that she couldn't see it. " Of course,  you don't. "

Leonora raised her head proudly, eyes at your direction. " Stop mocking me. I'm not a child anymore. "

Your smirk fell as fast as it came in first place. Your pupils dilated while you examined her face.

Determination, confidence, pride, agitation.

You could see these feelings and so many more.

But there was also one hiding behind them all.

Hurt.

Leonora was desperately trying to prove herself and win you over; how can she win you over though, if you keep treating her like a little, naive teenager ?

Noticing that you were too speechless to speak, Leonora turned on her heels to leave.

She had wasted so much time in you.

And all you could think was that she was still some kind of stupid little child.

You looked at her understanding that if you let her leave, there would be no coming back.

Lesso started walking away and it was that moment when you knew.

You either told her the truth or there would be no chance anymore.

It was now or never.

" I just didn't want to abuse my power, alright !? " You shouted after her.

Lesso, the name she chose to adopt when she became a professor, stopped dead at her tracks.

She had heard you, obviously.

Shocked, the woman slowly turned her body to face you.

" You were still my student, Leonora. And afterwards, my protégé... Have you any idea what people would say about you if we were together !? " You continued shouting because neither of you walked closer to the other one.

" They would call you slut and so much more ! I couldn't do this to you ! " You screamed at her.

Leonora was on the verge of crying; she finally understood why you never talked her off for her little glances or never encouraged them.

You were acting normal until the right time.

She wasn't the only one who waited and waited for something more to come.

You walked closer to her noticing that she wouldn't move.

You stopped right in front of her locking eye contact with her. 

" I'm sorry if I made you feel unwanted or unappealing. The truth is that you are the exact opposite. " You admitted.

Leonora's cheeks changed color, turning a deep shade of crimson.

You opened your mouth to continue your confession but she stopped you with a finger on your lips.

" It's alright; you don't have to apologize for doing the right thing. I was just a child, I needed time to grow and think. You didn't know if it was a silly crush or something more serious. I understand. " Leonora assured you taking your free hand in hers.

You were both carrying your canes so you both had only one free hand.

" You do ? " You inquired. For some weird reason you thought that she wouldn't.

Leonora smiled at you and gave you the best answer she could muster.

She pressed her lips to yours.

nsfw drabble; subby top!sevika (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

saw this tweet saying that sevika would be the type of person to cum just from eating you out and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since. the way wanton moans would spill from her mouth, coming out muffled from the way she’s sloppily making out with your pussy, strategising from swirling her tongue around your needy, puffy clit to shamelessly fucking you with her tongue, or lapping up long, greedy strokes. she’d ignore the way her own cunt would ache intensely, because she’s already receiving pleasure from the way you’re squirming on her tongue — so pliant and impotent. she relishes in the way your words slew into a heap of incoherent babbles, the way your walls flutter indicating you’re nearing release. and that’d be when sevika would grow more hazy herself: doubling down and quickening her pace, seeking out stimulation as if she feels the pleasure herself. you’d hear her pathetic whimpering, the way her hips would mindlessly thrust on the sheets. with a blissful cry, you’d cum; gripping her hair tightly and then it’s her cue — sevika gasping as she feels an intense jolt of pleasure, orgasming and ruining her underwear, poor girl. surprise would be written across both you and sev’s faces, both trembling from aftershocks.

“no way you just—“

“no, shut up, that didn’t happen.” she immediately says, flustered as hell! you giggle. of course sevika would deny how adorable and pathetic she really is.

a/n: first time writing something other than tlou 😛😛 i need sevika BADDDDD u guys don’t understand omfg

a taste of honey || natasha romanov

summary: your intended date isn’t the one who’s actually sitting across from you. or gifting you a bottle of wine while eye fucking you.

words: 5.5k

pairing: ceo!natasha x ceo!fem!woc!readerthemes/ warnings: smut of the gay variety, finger fucking, getting ate out in a fancy bathroom, nipple play, pet name kink in russian (kitten, my love), pet name kink in english (honey, bunny, kitten), blink and you’ll miss it pain kink, allusions to dom/sub relationship, a misogynist WASP-y asshole named John (yeahhhhh, lol, that John), mentions of biphobia/homophobia, mentions of arranged marriages, reader’s mom is like Mr. Bennett from P&P.

note: a repost from my old account. thank you v v much to @cap-n-stuff for making this mood board the first time around and letting me carry it over here.

Not for the first time that night, you reluctantly tear your eyes away from the alluring red headed woman that was sitting at the bar and at your phone again to check the time. 

9 pm. 

It had already been an entire hour that you’ve reluctantly decided to stay for a date you reluctantly agreed to even more. When you weren’t too busy essentially eye fucking the red headed woman that kept sending smiles your way, you were checking your phone to see if the son of your mother’s work friend had even bothered to send a smoke signal of any kind. 

Both of your mothers were really adamant (well, his more than yours, because even your own mother had her limits) about you going on this already disastrous date. It was something you had successfully avoided for months, until your mother had bamboozled you into the other night over Sunday dinner. 

It was to be beneficial for everyone’s sake, especially for both families considering how well off everyone involved was. But you didn’t give a shit about doing things for other people’s benefit. You weren’t interested in becoming someone’s trophy wife, and you definitely already had a very successful business of your own to tend to. 

Please do me this favor, little bird. You could practically hear your mother’s voice right in your ear as you sipped on another glass of finely aged Bordeaux, glancing at the mysterious woman yet again. As you swallow the carefully savored wine, you tilt your glass over to her in thanks before checking your phone for the umpteenth time in that moment. 

You sigh, clearly annoyed that the guy hadn’t considered that your own time was equally as valuable. 

“Sorry I’m late.” 

The sudden intrusion shakes your attention, making you grimace. The guy removes his jacket and shakes it slightly, making a few raindrops fall into the half eaten bread basket, making you grimace.

Though the contents were no longer as warm as your initial outlook on this date, you had been planning on at least having one thing to eat for coming all the way out here. 

“I’m John.” He’s already a little too posh for your liking. From his borderline condescending tone down to the way he extends a hand for you to shake (or kiss like he was some sort of mafia don, if you had to take a guess)--he’s rubbing you in all sorts of wrong ways. He looks like he stepped right out of a Men’s Health magazine--the epitome of picture perfect to most conventional people.

But you weren’t conventional, and you weren’t interested in picture perfect. 

It takes a Herculean effort not to roll your eyes as you shake his hand in an impersonal way, also introducing yourself, before settling back in the respective seats again. You make a mental note about thoroughly washing your hands if you ever managed to make a clean break for the bathroom. 

John hadn’t really done much of anything with a lot of effort. But you figured that was his thing--doing not a whole lot while blowing the effort out of proportion when it seemed most convenient to him. He hadn’t even bothered to ask if you had arrived to the date well, or if you had even looked forward to this inconvenience at all. 

He was on just this side of icy with the waiter, all but shooing him off with his drink order. But most of all, he had interrupted the intense eye fucking that had been going on between you and the ridiculously attractive lady at the bar, currently surrounded by the menagerie of her friends. 

You’re hoping he doesn’t mistake the shiver and flush you’re suddenly overcome with as something of his doing. 

“I see you already helped yourself.” He says, eyeing the open bottle of Saint-Emilion that was already half empty along with the bread basket, “I hope you’re not too expensive down the line.”

Leaning back in your seat as you take another sip of wine, you glance over at your not so secretive admirer. Unlike you, it looks like she’s clearly enjoying herself with the company she has, an arm draped around one of them in what was hopefully a friendly way.. Part of you wishes that it had been her instead of John sitting in front of you. Lord only knows how much you would’ve enjoyed yourself more with her. 

“Are you normally this quiet, or do you just save it for the bedroom?” 

Turning back to your intended company of the evening, you couldn’t stifle the budding frustration in your stomach at John’s question. It was like no part of him was redeemable the longer you sat in his presence: misogynistic, condescending, and much too aloof for someone who’s probably had the silver spoon up his ass since the umbilical cord formed. 

It’s also as if he’s been scrutinizing you the entire night. He’s got too much of an eagle eye on the way you hold your fork. The way you chew and wipe your lips with the cloth napkin. You can’t really get a word in while he’s talking about mostly himself and what he does at his family’s company. But it’s not like you’re really all that interested in having any sort of conversation with him anyway. 

That’s why you feel no remorse when your gaze flitters back to the redhead again. 

The weight of her stare doesn’t pass you by entirely. Another glance proves your guess correct, making you smirk a little. You tear your eyes away knowing you were looking a little too long, struggling to stifle a laugh when you look at the quizzical expression on John’s face. 

The date clearly wasn’t between you and John anymore. It hadn’t been for the perpetual drone of his stuffy drawl, and the fact that he hadn’t realized it clearly amused you most of all. 

It was clear that the not so foreign stranger was still interested in you by the way your skin prickled in goosebumps. It was also clear that in all his talking, John hadn’t even bothered to compliment your dress. For all you knew, it could’ve been too inappropriate for his tastes. 

Fuck this guy, you thought. He clearly didn’t have any good tastes in clothes to even compliment you. He could fucking choke on his own self importance for all you cared. 

Seeing as one out of the two of them seemed to genuinely enjoy your outfit, you figured it would be a shame to let your dress go to waste. You had put in great effort, as you do with most things in your life, and you were determined to get your much deserved validation from someone who’d truly appreciate it, and you. 

You lean forward to rest your elbows on the table, resting your chin on top of your laced fingers to try and fight the urge to keep the slit of your dress revealing any more of your leg. You subtly cross one over the other, clenching your legs slightly, pushing your cleavage out a little to give a lovely view. Clearly none of it was for John’s enjoyment in any kind of way. 

By some miracle, the message you were trying to send reached its intended recipient. 

“Someone you know?” He asks, finally looking at you fully for the first time that night. 

“Hm?” You cooly glance at your intended participant in this date, awful at hiding the sparkling interest in your eyes. “Oh, not at all.” 

Not yet, at least.

You always were an awful liar.

For the first time that night, John gives you a semblance of an unrehearsed smile. He waits for you to elaborate, giving you time to sip and appreciate the wine you were gifted. 

“I suppose it’s not too ridiculous to owe our admirer a thank you,” he adds after a poignant, uncomfortable silence. He was clearly feeling ignored, having trouble getting you to look at him longer than he liked you too. 

“You mean my admirer.” You correct a little too quickly for his liking. 

“I’m sorry?” He raises a brow, his expression matching the incredulous tone. 

“You were late to this dinner by more than an hour, nowhere to be found. Didn’t even send so much as a courtesy text, so you could’ve stood me up for all I’ve cared.” The words came out a little more vehemently that you meant them too, but if he noticed it would be news to you. “So she is my admirer” 

It doesn’t take anyone with half a brain cell to figure out what someone like John would react like when hearing that his “competition” was another woman. Someone as smug as he is, you can only brace yourself for the incredibly disgusting response you’ve received a million times before. 

“Oh, then I have nothing to worry about.” John waves his hand as if to shoo away some superfluous thing flying around, laughing easily. 

The very phrase itself makes you chortle loud enough to make him look at you weirdly again. Knowing that he was waiting for you to clarify yourself once more, you sigh and roll your eyes. 

“I’m bisexual, John.” 

“Oh!” he pipes up, eyes shining bright like he found some new toy to play with. Once again you feel your stomach roiling at the idea that was cooking up in his gelled up head. “So that means you--” 

“Yes.” 

“Would you be--” 

“Absolutely fucking not.” You snap immediately, cutting off whatever fuckery he was already forming up in his brain. 

Whether it was a request for a threesome or a request for you to not be…”obvious” (whatever the fuck that meant), you weren’t going to put up with it. You never had to, and you weren’t about to start tonight.  Especially not from another guy who couldn’t even keep dinner appointments the least bit interested in what he had to say. 

John doesn’t get much of a chance to say anything, jumping a little when you toss the cloth napkin a little too hard on the table. You didn’t give a fuck if it knocked anything over, you were sure he could afford it. He could complain about it to both of your mothers too, for all you fucking cared. 

Snatching your clutch bag, you give him a murderous glare before shoving the chair back and making your way to the ladie’s room to cool off. Under any other circumstance, maybe one where you didn’t have any semblance of sanity or taste in actual human beings, you might’ve entertained your mother’s idea of becoming someone’s trophy wife. 

You knew you’d get yelled at for ditching him with a mouth gaping like a fish struggling for air, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a fuck about it or him. 

It’s not like you’re against the idea of threesomes, or inexperienced with them by any stretch of the imagination. But you just didn’t like it when men did this shit to you, or when women declared you gay by virtue of being with them. You knew exactly who you were, and you weren’t ever going to entertain anyone’s bullshit.

You’re determined not to have your resolve whittle away when you see that you have to pass by the enticing burgundy haired stranger to get to the women’s bathroom. She’s probably not paying attention to you anymore, but it doesn’t make the feeling in your stomach any less floppy. 

You try to keep the knowing smirk at a minimum as you pass her by, squaring your shoulders and swaying your hips confidently as you pass her by, muttering a small “excuse me” to avoid bumping into another patron. You don’t see her green eyes following you, but you can sure feel them on your back. 

Even if you never spoke tonight, she’d supplied you with plenty to fantasize about later over more wine and a nice, hot bath. Cliché, yeah, but you couldn’t help it. 

Barreling into the surprisingly empty bathroom, you let the door slam in on itself as you let out a deep breath. You set your clutch down on the marbled countertop, turning the knob for the cold water to dip your hands into, and cool yourself--and the rage you were feeling, off. 

You wondered about the mysterious woman back at the bar, and how she seemed to be having a genuinely fun time with what seemed like the rest of her friends. You figured you could probably scrawl your number on one of the thick, fancy gold embossed napkins--maybe pass it off to a waiter to give to her if you wanted to be mysterious about it all. 

You’d make your way back home while it was all happening. Maybe start a nice warm bath that you were pondering earlier, with even more wine while spending some quality time with the plug and the vibrator; thinking about the woman that had already enraptured you so easily while you dragged out your own climax and pretending your fingers were here own, fantasizing about her voice. 

Blinking at your reflection in the massive and well lit mirror, you pondered at the kind of compliment the woman would tell you. But you let out a hum of disappointment, knowing that the interaction the two of you had back outside was just a one off thing, a fantasy never to actually be acted upon. 

You shrug, figuring you could at least take a decent selfie of yourself before making your way out the back. You adjust the imaginary wrinkles in your Dior dress, letting your hands linger on your waist for a moment before they travel up to your chest.Taking advantage of an empty bathroom, you shamelessly adjust your plush breasts. You let your palms linger, gently squeezing and caressing, once again wondering what it’d feel like to have her hands on your body instead of your own. 

The door suddenly swings open, startling you out of your intimate hype session. But you’re too surprised to even let go of your own breasts, your brain trying to decide on what to do or what excuse to come up with. 

Natasha’s sparkling hazel-green eyes hold your eye contact in the mirror, letting the door shut behind her. 

“Hi there.” She all but coos, voice as smoky and husky as the mezcal she had been drinking earlier. She hums in approval as she looks, her glossy lips curling into a smirk when her gaze travels from your face down to your breasts. You can’t help the way they harden beneath her stare, nor the heat and the slick blooming between your legs. 

She’s only said two words to you, and she already has you feeling a lustful weakness in her presence. 

You let out something of an embarrassed whine, your agape mouth snapping shut in shame. Natasha saunters over to you while keeping eye contact, reaching over to turn off the faucet that was still trickling. 

“I’m Natasha.” She says in lieu of a hello, resting her hip against the marble counter, angling her body towards your own as she tucked her hair behind her ear. 

Your breath hitches, hands slowly coming back down to your sides as you imagine running your fingers across the smooth skin of her neck. 

You swallow hard, almost struggling to say your own name. “Hi, Natasha.” 

Fuck, you wanted to absolutely melt beneath her with the way she was looking at you like you were her dinner. You’re certain that the lascivious enthusiasm in her eyes is something that must’ve come naturally to her. 

“Did you like the wine?” Natasha asks, as if she was asking a lover if they liked what she was doing to them in bed. She’s so close to you, standing just there, but she doesn’t do anything. She only looks, waiting for your next move. 

“You have fine taste.” You said, nervously wiping your palms on your dress. It takes you a second to catch onto the innuendo of your words, and you’re flushing all over when you realize what you said as Natasha bursts out a beautiful, melodic laugh. 

“I-I meant the wine…” You huff out, feeling quite embarrassed of your inability to keep a coherent sentence formed around someone attractive. 

You were never usually like this around people, especially men. But then again, you had been ensconced in work for so long to even bother going on a date for who knows how long. Natasha was the first woman you had been this close to in such a long time, you’d be surprised if you hadn’t turned into a puddle of mush already. 

Natasha licks her lips, and your eyes can’t help but focus on the burgundy colored gloss that left behind a nice stain. It looks just as inviting and tantalizing and sweet as the bottle of Bordeaux she had sent over to your table, that had now long been abandoned along with your tragically awful date. 

She catches on to you glancing at the clock above the door, because the next thing she asks you is how much time you’ve got left until you have to go back. She could tell you were trying to plan your escape, even if it meant walking out of the front door and pretending like you couldn’t see him at all. 

You swallow again as you feel your pulse quicken, angling your neck to rid yourself of the discomfort. You wondered if you could get Natasha to come home with you, or if you could get her to take you home with her. The low huskiness of Natasha’s voice and the sparkle of mischief in her eyes reel you in even more, and you knew then that you were a goner. 

“Honestly? I don’t give a fuck.” 

Natasha’s eyes widened slightly at your frankness for the first time that night. For a moment you wonder if you fucked up, if you came onto her too strong or too desperately. 

But you’re not left wondering about her intentions with you for much longer at all. 

It all happens too fast and too slow at the same time. In a single moment, your feet, ensconced in matching Dior heels, are still on the floor as Natasha backs you up further and further until your lower back is pressing into the edge of the counter.

Her soft, perfectly manicured hands roam your torso until she keeps one on your waist while the other one reaches up to softly cradle your jaw, thumb softly tracing your full lips--as if asking for your consent before she proceeds to do anything to you, with you. 

You release another whine, unable to hide the way you squeeze your thighs together to keep your slick from escaping the confines of your body and your underwear any more than you could help. Natasha keeps your eye contact, humming softly when she feels your lips kiss the pad of her thumb just so before wrapping your lips around it and taking it into your mouth a little, experimenting with how far you could go. 

As much as Natasha liked the feeling of your tongue around her fingers and how much it made her think what other parts of her could get your lips on and around, she was desperate to kiss you. She slots her lips across your own, hands cradling your head to kiss you more, deeper.

The kiss is all kinds of messy and desperate, hot breaths and moans and please 's and oh fuck 's escaping both of you as hips grind into each other. Your hands finally touch her, roaming everywhere to be able to feel everything, until they reach her chest, slightly smaller but no less plentiful. You knead them softly, thumbs running over her nipples, experimenting with just how much she liked, earning a shaky moan out of her that you swallow in the kiss. 

“Can I--” Her words are slightly shaky as you knead her breasts again, a little more firmly this time, as she rucks up the skirt of your dress. 

“I will literally cry if you don’t.” 

Natasha beams, “Oh. You’ll see.” As much as she loved the way you played with her breasts, she was eager to make you see stars now that she had your attention. 

“Up.” She commands, nearly making you come right there and then with the authoritative tone of her voice, “I want to see just how fine my taste is.” 

You’re able to steal one more kiss from Natasha before she growls, making you quickly place your hands on the counter for support as you hop up with some help from her. You let out a small squeal at the feel of the cool marble on your bare ass, giggling when you see her shake her head. 

Natasha gently quiets you with a small squeeze to your lush hips, nudging her nose with yours. 

“You trust me?” She asks, hands fiddling with the straps of your lacy thong, “Because I’ve got you.” 

You dig your teeth into your lips, nodding desperately. A shaky moan escapes you as she unzips your dress slightly so she can pull it down, revealing your bare chest to her. 

“Naughty girl.” She coos, eyeing the nipple piercings adorning your chest. A delicate, red gem adorning each end of the metal studs. Natasha bends down as she pulls the top of your dress down, practically unwrapping you like a gift, and takes a nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as if savoring a fine ice cream. 

You hiss at the arousal that sizzles through your body, nearly already lost in the heat of it all until you remember an important detail.

“W-wait, Natasha--” 

Natasha instantly stops, thinking she did something wrong. 

“The door..” You gasp out, “Someone will--” 

That predatory smile that had you melting returns to her face. “Maybe they will. I can lock it, if you want.” Natasha’s fingers dance across your waist, toying with the fabric of your dress as she pushes it further up slowly.

“But isn’t it more exciting, knowing that anyone, even that asshole date of yours, could walk in here while I’m eating you out, my tongue deep in your cunt?” 

Natasha’s words nearly have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, pulse fluttering as much as your lashes. 

Eyes, and lips, meet again. Crashing messily and consuming each other with determination. Natasha searches every inch of your soft, lightly cocoa lotion scented skin. Her lips and teeth latch onto whatever part of you will make you shudder and melt underneath her touch. Your fingers hook themselves together behind her neck while she practically unwraps your dress from your body like a gift, letting it pool and gather around your waist. 

At this point, your outfit stops resembling a dress entirely--tucked up above the swell of your ass and completely exposing almost your whole body to her. The cool air of the bathroom pebbles your nipples, both of which Natasha plays with teasingly, mouth and hand switching breasts. The metal of your piercings amplifies the feeling electrifying your veins, making you eager for more with each lick and nip. 

“You’re not playing fair…” You whine, throwing your head back as your knuckles strain with your tightening hold of the counter’s edge. 

Natasha draws her lips away with a soft pop, kissing the swell of your breast, then your sternum until the ephemeral kisses reach right below your ear. “I’m not really one to follow the rules. But I like making an art out of breaking them.” 

“You’re also wearing too much.” You groan, pouting when Natasha tuts at your grabby hands. 

“I’ll make it up to you later, Китти.” She murmurs, loving how you wiggle underneath her touch as she slides the thong over your soft things and further down your legs until she can actually take them off and pocket them in her pants. Her hands are on your knees again, massaging them softly. “Spread your legs for me nice and wide, baby.” 

The praises were already doing you in, doing wonderful things to the arousal crackling like electricity throughout your body. Your stomach swoops and flutters when Natasha glides down to her knees without any hesitation, determined to make you see stars. 

You moan softly, head lolling to the side against the mirror, nibbling on your bottom lip  as you eagerly spread yourself open for her. 

“That’s it, honey.” She coos, rubbing your legs encouragingly before sliding your legs over her shoulders. Her warm breath on your center practically has you shuddering.

She makes a whole show of it: sucking and licking her fingers to lubricate them with enough spit. Both of you were sure you were pretty wet as it is, but Natasha enjoys making a whole thing of the pleasure she wants to give you. And you enjoyed the pretty show she was giving you. 

“Relax for me, bunny.” She says in between soft kisses on your inner thighs, “We’re both going to enjoy the hell out of this.” 

You whine even more when Natasha softly blows some air over your center, teasing you just over your slit by kissing you everywhere but directly where you want. She looks up at you, enjoying the way she watches you squirm, desperate for her to fuck you. 

“Please, ‘tasha…” You whine, “Want it, want you.” 

Natasha finally decides to indulge you, and herself. Holding on to your legs that were over her shoulders, she opens you a little wider and makes sure you’re not going anywhere before she digs in. Her tongue softly laps at your folds to spread the arousal. She hums at the taste of you, the sounds vibrating against you. 

Natasha is absolutely driving you insane with need, each soft kiss and lick stoking the fire hotter. She explores your cunt like she did the rest of you, tongue lapping at you from your hole to your clit until she pushes her face in, determined to make good on her promise to make you cry. 

When you feel her slide in a finger, then another in, you slap a hand against the marble counter, squealing when she begins to curl her fingers in the way she could tell you liked. Just like with your nipples, she takes your clit into her lips, softly rolling it with her tongue while her fingers play you like a game she’s played thousands of times before. 

Your hips start to squeeze her head, making Natasha hum loudly against your clit. The sensation gets you to start rolling your hips, wanting her fingers to go in as deep as they could. Natasha learns fast, loving the way you preen at the way she touches that spot that has you melting and your mouth dropping open. She slides in a third finger, and you moan at how full you feel. You let out the most embarrassing noises, sobbing at how very little effort it takes Natasha to get you to the precipice of your orgasm. Sagging breaths leave your lungs when you feel her fingers come to a still. 

“Shhh, baby, keep quiet for me.” She digs her free fingers into your thigh when you try to move and seek more pleasure. “You don’t want anyone checking in on us because of the noise and walking in, do you?” She moans when she feels your velvety walls clench around her fingers, letting her feel just how wet she was making you. “Oh, you like it when people watch,” —tsk-tsk— “naughty girl.” 

“Maybe next time we can get someone to join, huh? Would you like that, kitten? Have someone watch us while I ruin your pussy with a toy?” 

“I-I..Nat..” Your body starts to shake, hips meeting the thrusts of her fingers. You prop your leg up on her shoulder, keening at the groan she releases when she feels your heel dig into her slightly. “Please, I want it. I’m gonna--’mgonna cum soon. Fuck. I wanna cum so bad, please.” —”You wanna cum, baby? Wanna make a mess all over me?” — “Pleasepleaseplease.” — “That’s my girl, there you go. You’re doing so good for me, honey.” 

You thread your fingers through Natasha’s hair, tugging at her roots the more your orgasm builds and builds inside of you. You think you’re being too rough on her, but you’re proven wrong by the way Natasha groans at the pull of her hair in pleasure the more she eats you out like a woman starved. It makes her actions on you grow more enthusiastic than before. 

That familiar flutter in the pit of your belly comes alive again when Natasha keeps her fingers in you, rolling her tongue harder against your clit, curling her knuckles deeper in your weeping slit as the tips of her fingers toy with the spongy spot inside of you. 

“Fuck, that’s it…’m so close.” You moan, “s’little more…” 

A loud, sharp knock rattles the door and you gasp, sweaty body trembling as your shocking climax leaves you boneless and breathless. You groan loudly, feeling yourself make a mess all over the counter and on Natasha’s face. You bite your lip harshly to try and muffle the moans the best you can, even if it meant tasting copper on your tongue. 

Natasha is careful to slow down her movements, cooing to you about how good of a job you did making a mess all over her as you tremble and come down from your high. 

The voices from behind the door grow more desperate and instant. You start to scramble to get your dress back on you, but Natasha is already on it, helping you zip up. She pulls away after kissing your forehead to bark orders at the people behind the door, “Give us a damn minute! Dealing with some issues if you couldn’t tell!” 

Leaning into Natasha’s arms as she rubs your back while zipping up your dress, you chortle into her shoulder.

Natasha listens for a few more moments, making sure the footsteps faded away for sure before getting her attention back onto you. She hums softly, small smile on her lips when she sees the dopey, soft look on your face as you practically curl yourself into her embrace. 

“How do you feel?” She asks, cradling your face after tossing the napkin used to clean your smudged makeup into the bin. “You okay?”  

“Mm,” you purr, closing your eyes for a moment as you appreciate the feel of her caressing your face, “I just need a moment.” 

“Been a long time?” Natasha jokes, chuckling when she sees you nod bashfully. 

Despite regaining the feeling back in your legs, you’re feeling much too self indulgent to even think of forcing yourself out of Natasha’s arms. It wasn’t like she was forcing you to get off her either, so the both of you indulge yourselves in a close embrace, soft coos and whispers in between short kisses and giggles.

You can’t help yourself but shiver at the way Natasha licks the remainder of your climax from the corner of her lips, so you try to regain some composure by holding her hand after hopping down from the counter. 

“When can I return the favor?” You ask her, glancing at yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked the most presentable as you could. 

“Is this your way of trying to get my number?” She teases, squeezing your hand before cleaning up herself. 

Your cheeks heat up again, using your tongue to soothe your swollen lips. “I was actually hoping you’d wanna come home to mine, or uh..me to yours. Whatever works.” 

One step, then another, and Natasha is in front of you again. There’s something about the way she towers over you despite being almost the same height as her that has you feeling small, protected by her enough to be able to let your guard down. 

“I like it when you’re bold.” She says in a hushed tone, holding your chin with her thumb and forefinger. Natasha’s always been used to the women that are much too shy for her own liking. She can see that you're someone to be discovered.

“Not as bold as fucking someone else’s date on the bathroom counter.” Already, you were thinking about taking her thumb into your mouth again. 

“Touché. But you’re going to break that guy’s heart, you leaving with me.” 

You roll your eyes, “It was an arranged date. We only met an hour ago.” 

“So did we.” 

“So what if we did?” You ask, holding her wrist as she cradles your jaw, kissing the pad of her thumb softly. “You ditched your friends too.” 

“That I did.” She conceded. 

“Then, I’d like to find out what you’d be like on a proper date, Natasha.” You say, before sticking close to her as you two weasel your way out of the restaurant. 

“I think I’d like to find out too, моя любовь.” She agrees, arm around you as she unashamedly rests her hand on your butt.

BRO I SCREAMED CREAMED AT ALL OF THAT

#thebests

New Neighbor

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A twist of fate brings you unexpectedly closer to the camgirl you watch twice a week.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, dirty talk

A/N: Welcome to my first series! This one will be three parts.

Part 1 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Truthfully, you don’t remember exactly how it started. 

One day, you had inadvertently come across the account of one “Scarlet Witch” on some stereotypical camgirl website and ever since then, you’d found yourself tuned in for every show. 

But there was nothing stereotypical about Scarlet Witch herself.

For starters, she was absolutely breathtaking from head to toe, and god, you had seen it all. But she wasn’t just a pretty face - and a pretty body of course - she was so much more.  

She never came across as solely performative. Sure, she put on a great show, but it never seemed forced and she was beyond adorable when interacting with her subscribers. It sounded rather silly to say about someone you’d never met, who also did this for a living, but she always seemed genuine. 

You’d learned her name was Wanda. She was Sokovian and sometimes her accent came out when she was completely lost in her pleasure, her voice low and raspy. Certain compliments made her blush and when she laughed, her body shook as if she couldn’t contain it. 

Everything about her drew you in from that very first show you’d curiously decided to watch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her. 

After an especially tough day at work, you were looking forward only to Wanda’s show. You made it home just in time to hastily put together a quick dinner and take a shower before Wanda’s stream started. 

Once comfortable in bed, you pulled up her account on your laptop and scrolled on your phone while waiting for the show to start. When Wanda’s endearing nose scrunch graced your screen, your phone was swiftly discarded, your eyes glued to her like always.

“Hi everyone,” she said, sitting on her bed in a black silk robe, hints of red lingerie peeking out through the loosely tied front. She began reading her chat comments as per usual and responding to the warm welcomes. 

You sent a greeting with a tip and felt your whole body flush when she responded sweetly to your message. 

“Thank you WitchsGirl! I hope you had a beautiful day yourself.”

Even the way she said your username had you practically swooning and you imagined how your real name would sound in that voice you adored so much, sweet like honey but far from innocent.

As the show went on, you sent her a few more tips, one to encourage her to take some clothing off, another to see her edge herself.

You ignored the part of you that knew the real reason you were so generous with your tips was not for your own viewing pleasure. At the end of the day, you wanted her to feel appreciated. And if a small dollar amount could make her smile on a particularly rough day or help her buy that one thing she really wanted, you’d give in every time.

Not to mention, she was amazing at what she did.

Watching her touch herself, listening to her moans, seeing those long, pretty fingers stretch herself out - it made you feel hot all over. It also made your imagination run wild. You wanted badly to be the one getting those reactions out of her. 

You thought about her far more than you should’ve, wondering how she liked to be fucked when she was with a partner, how loud she could really get, what positions were her favorites, the list was endless.

And every time you sat there and watched her rub her clit in tight circles, her glistening cunt on full display, juices dripping down her thighs, you couldn’t help but wonder so much about how she would taste. 

Would she be sweet, or tangy, or both? Would she let you tease her until she was desperate, or would she grab you by your hair and fuck your face until she was satisfied?

As your mind spun with the possibilities, you were drawn back to the present by the sight of her coming undone on your screen. 

She looked like a work of art when she came, with her eyebrows furrowed so cutely, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open in pure pleasure. 

The whimpers that left her mouth made you uncomfortably wet and it wasn’t uncommon for you to join her, getting yourself off to the sights and sounds only her show could give you.

You felt a twinge of sadness as she began to say her goodbyes for the night, but you’d see her again in a couple days and you couldn’t wait. 

You became especially excited for the next show when she teased that she’d be using toys, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

Despite the long and frustrating day you’d had, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and hoped your dreams would be filled with Wanda. 

The day of her next show caught up with you before you knew it. 

Work was busy, but the good kind of busy, and you arrived home so pleasantly tired each night that sleep came easily. 

It was your day off and you were making your morning coffee when you heard some commotion outside. Out of curiosity, since you did live in a rather quiet apartment complex, you decided to see what was going on. 

When you opened the door, you gasped at what you saw.

There she was - Wanda, Scarlet Witch, your guilty pleasure - moving boxes into the unit next door. 

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. The woman you fantasized about regularly, who had no idea who you were, was… your new neighbor?

A thousand thoughts took over your mind, none of them helpful as she noticed your presence. 

She’s even prettier in real life. I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Is she moving in? Oh god, how will I even act around her? Maybe she’s helping someone else move. Maybe she’s not. Her hair looks so soft. And her eyes… they’re the perfect shade of green. Her eyes that are looking directly at me, oh fuck. 

“Hi, do you live here?” she asked cheerily, setting down the boxes she was holding. 

“Uh, y-yeah… yes, I do.” You wanted to slap yourself for being such a nervous wreck in front of her. “Are you moving in?”

“Yes! Just signed a one-year lease,” she said, before shaking her head. “Sorry, my name’s Wanda.”

She held out her hand for you to shake, the same hand you watched her pleasure herself with twice a week, but you tried not to think about that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied, awkwardly returning the gesture and feeling yourself flush as your hands touched for the first time. “Do you, um, need any help?”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just bringing up some of the important stuff and I have movers helping with the rest, but thank you,” she beamed, appearing truly grateful for the offer.

Doing your best not to let there be an uncomfortable silence, you came up with a friendly response. 

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Or if you have any questions about the place. Anything really!” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to physically force the nerves out of your body. “You know where I live, so…”

“Right, thank you. I appreciate it,” she smiled. “See you around, Y/N.” 

And with that she was collecting her boxes again to take them inside her apartment. 

You rushed back inside your own apartment, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

See you around, Y/N.

The way your name rolled off her tongue had a smile making its way onto your face, but the other half of her sentence filled you with dread.

See you around. You would be seeing her, she was your neighbor now. You’d barely survived brief introductions with her and you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have to interact with her. 

You were torn between pure joy and crippling anxiety.

And guilt.

You felt waves of guilt hit you as reality settled in. Wanda had seemed so excited to have met her neighbor, someone kind and willing to help. She had no idea you knew her already, and quite intimately at that. You’d seen her fully exposed, you were familiar with how she liked to touch herself, you knew what her face looked like when she was denied an orgasm, and also when she had one. And she was completely unaware of it. 

The guilt drove you to miss her show that night. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch, knowing she was filming it next door, especially knowing that in her mind, you were probably watching television or reading a book to relax for the night, not watching her masturbate on camera. 

It didn’t even occur to you that she might’ve been thinking of you that night, her attractive new neighbor, as she clenched around her favorite toy in front of her viewers.

You opted out of tuning in for the next few weeks.

During this time, Wanda had actually taken you up on your offer and had come knocking on your door with questions about the complex. 

She tried not to feel bad about bothering you, not when your face lit up every time she stopped by. 

Not even when she considered she might just be coming up with things to be confused about so she would have an excuse to talk to you. 

You certainly didn’t mind helping her, in fact, those brief moments were the new highlights of many of your days. 

The more you saw her, the more you were motivated to stay away from her online activities. Being around her felt way too good for you to mess it up by watching her shows and letting the guilt gnaw away at you piece by piece. 

Some nights, you swore you could hear her performances through the apartment walls. With red tinting your cheeks and heat pooling between your legs, you’d put on music to drown out any faint sounds that might make their way over.

It seemed that Wanda wasn’t seeing anyone, which gave you hope. She rarely had people over and the few times you’d run into each other on your way out, she mentioned she was going to see her brother or her best friend, Monica. 

You wanted to do this right, despite the occasional nagging feeling that you were lying to her, or at least omitting the truth.  

You felt especially bad when you had to feign interest in her work, asking her what she did for a living as if you didn’t already know. She responded saying something about online networking and you bit your lip to hide your smile at her cover. 

You knew you were crushing hard, so you tried to live your lie. As much as you really wanted to at times, you didn’t let yourself give into temptation. You didn’t watch her shows.

Until one night, when you received an unexpected email notification. 

It was a link for an “exclusive” Scarlet Witch livestream. It wasn’t one of her normal show nights and that piqued your interest. 

The email said she would be doing something extra special to give back to the most devoted of her viewers. Your curiosity outweighed your conscience, and you found yourself back on the website you thought you’d left behind. 

When she appeared on screen, you felt a mix of guilt and excitement. You had missed seeing her like this, but it also felt wrong and you tried to push that feeling down and just focus on her. 

She went through her introductions, saying hello and thank you to viewers as they joined and chatted and sent small tips. You didn’t want to seem cold, knowing you were usually one of her best tippers, so you went against your better judgment and sent in a greeting and a tip as well. 

“Welcome back, WitchsGirl, I’ve missed you darling. And thank you for the generous tip,” Wanda said into the camera, flashing a smile. You felt as though you could melt right then and there. She’d noticed your absence all this time and you briefly wondered if just disappearing like that was a dick move; you hadn’t even considered that she would notice, let alone miss you. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Wanda’s voice over the stream. 

“So tonight’s show is gonna be a little different,” she started. “I would like to make a private custom video for my highest tipper. Whoever it ends up being, just private message me what you’d like to see in your video and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Your jaw dropped. A custom video, just for you, for your eyes only.

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming desire to see her in a way no one else would get to or if it was the jealousy that consumed you at the thought of someone else getting that chance instead, but your mind was already made up. 

You knew it was wrong, but you simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. 

You started out tipping slowly in smaller amounts, just to keep up with some of the other viewers. But at the end of the show, when she was about to call it, you sent in the highest tip of the night, securing the prize as your own.

“Wow, thank you WitchsGirl, looks like I’ll be making something very special for you!” she exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, followed by a suggestive smile. 

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, and it only worsened when you received a message from her after the livestream had ended.

Let me know what you’d like to see in your video, sweetheart <3

You blushed at the pet name, even though you knew she was really saying it to the anonymous “WitchsGirl” and not to you directly. 

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to request, and then it came to you. You remembered seeing something on a website one time - a sizable dark red dildo with a clit-sucking vibrator to match - and thinking of her, Scarlet Witch. 

Is it possible for me to buy you something to use for the video?

You nervously pressed send and waited for her response, which came surprisingly fast.

That’s so sweet, I would love that. Just use the “send a gift” link on my page. 

You followed the link and purchased the items, smiling to yourself as you imagined her reaction. Would she think it was thoughtful? Would she like the symbolism? 

Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you decided to message her back. 

Ordered, expedited shipping. I hope you enjoy pretty girl.

That night, you fell asleep to thoughts of Wanda, filming something just for you, using the toys you picked out for her to pleasure herself. 

Two days later, Wanda received a package. 

She knew it was her gift for the video since she wasn’t expecting anything else and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement.

She opened the package enthusiastically and gasped when she saw its contents. She picked up the large silicone cock first, mouth agape not only at the length and girth, but at the deep red color of it. She loved that it was a matching set. She focused her attention on the vibrator next, making a mental note to make sure she charged it or put in batteries, whichever was required. 

She set the items down to dispose of the packaging when she noticed something odd. There was a name on the package that wasn’t hers. 

It was yours. 

She frowned in confusion. Why would your name be on her package? Her mind raced with possible explanations, but she only landed on one that made sense.

But you couldn’t be WitchsGirl, could you?

Sure, she’d caught your eyes lingering on her before and sometimes she wondered if you liked her in more than just a friendly way, but until now she’d assumed it was pretty innocent. 

Then she thought about how one of her best and most adoring viewers had disappeared for weeks, ever since… the day she met you. 

Oh. It really was you. 

Upon this realization, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Later that night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a new episode of your favorite show on Hulu waiting for you.

You were about to put it on when your phone chimed with a notification, which you might’ve ignored if the “Scarlet Witch” in the preview didn’t catch your eye.

You opened it up and felt your body heat up at the thumbnail of the video link attached. Any thoughts of doing anything else went out the window and you were already opening the link, ready to see Wanda using the toys you’d bought for her.

A sultry “hi baby” was the first thing you heard when you pressed play and it sent a shock of arousal straight to your core. 

You bit your lip at the sight of Wanda sitting atop her bed in nothing but a lacy set of black lingerie, with two maroon-colored items in front of her. You were certain if you could see yourself in that moment, you’d be as red as her new toys.

“Thank you for these, I love them,” she said, running her hands along her thighs. “I can’t wait to fill myself up with this one.” She ran her fingertips along the thick dildo, then moved them to the vibrator, picking it up. “And this one… I bet it’s gonna feel so good on my clit.” 

She bit her lip and you knew you were a goner, already clenching your thighs together.

She took off her bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them as she looked into the camera. If you were being honest, it felt more like she was looking into your soul. She pinched and teased straining pink nipples, letting out affected breaths as she worked herself up.

“If you were here, I’d have you suck on them. Just the thought is making me so wet.”

God. You’d heard her talk dirty before, but never to you and you only. You tried to control your breathing as you kept watching.

She teased herself over her panties, stroking her fingers along the front of them before pulling them to the side and exposing her bare pussy. You could tell she was wet from the way the light hit her slick folds and you practically drooled.

She covered herself once more, much to your dismay, but you couldn’t complain when she was hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pulling them down.

She spread her legs for you, using one hand to spread herself open and give you a better view of her dripping center. 

Wanda lazily touched herself for a minute, stroking her clit and dipping her fingers inside of herself, before she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her digits clean. 

“Mmm, I bet you want a taste too, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Yes. Please. You wanted to plead out loud as if you weren’t watching a prerecorded video. It almost felt cruel for her to tease you with the prospect of something you’d wanted for so long.

She reached for the vibrator first and turned it on at a low setting. She swiped it through her folds before pressing the suction part to her clit and letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, this was such a good gift detka.” 

You throbbed at her words, especially the term of endearment. You’d never heard her say it on any of her streams before, you weren’t even really sure what it meant, but it aroused you to no end.

She increased the vibrations and started letting out desperate, needy moans, her hips beginning to buck into the toy. She looked like an absolute meal, spread out for you, as she humped against the item you gifted her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut despite her trying to maintain eye contact with the camera and you could tell she was getting close already. Watching her let go and lose herself in her pleasure without the pressure of tippers begging for her to edge or telling her what they wanted to see was heavenly. 

“Oh, fuck, do you want-” she cut herself off with a whimper. “Do you want to see me cum like this?” She panted as she spoke, her eyes shut tightly as she teetered on the edge.

You wished you could respond and tell her yes, you wanted to watch her fall apart just like that. 

As if she could hear your thoughts, she kept the toy latched onto her sensitive clit until she was crying out. Her body shook as she hit her peak, her hips nearly lifting off the mattress. You were certain you’d soaked through your own underwear at the sight of her riding out her orgasm against the vibrator in her hand, her head thrown back and her face contorted in pleasure. 

“God,” she breathed out as she came down from her high. “I’m definitely using this again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it down after that.” 

She laughed breathily at her own comment, but your gaze was fixed on the space between her legs, where a string of her juices hung between the toy and her messy pussy. You wished you were there to collect it into your mouth.

“I think I’m wet enough for this one now, hm?” Her words brought you out of your trance and you watched as she replaced the vibrator in her hand with the large dildo you had almost forgotten about. 

She brought it up to her lips, sucking on the head for a moment, and then moved it lower. She dragged it through her folds, coating the length of the toy with her arousal. You cursed under your breath - you didn’t think you’d ever seen her this wet.

She teased her entrance with the head of the fake cock, dipping it inside before pulling out again. You looked at her face, almost choking at the sinful gaze she was giving the camera, green eyes dark with lust.

Wanda groaned as she finally pushed the toy inside her aching center, her walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the view of her filling herself to the brim, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so full,” she whined, adjusting to the size. “It’s so big, you’re filling me up so good.”

You audibly moaned at that, beginning to think that if she kept talking to you that way you’d fall apart without even being touched.

She began slowly pumping the toy in and out of her tight hole, moaning each time it disappeared inside her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, sloshing sounds reaching your ears with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels so good, so fucking good,” she breathed out, increasing her pace. “Maybe next time I’ll ride it for you, would you like that?”

Your heart nearly stopped at her words. Next time? 

“Mmm, god, you know what I’m thinking about? You, wearing this, fucking me with it,” she panted out. “Do you want to fuck me slow and edge me all night? Or would you fuck me fast and rough and make me cum?” As she spoke, she began to thrust the toy with more force, her free hand gripping the sheets desperately. 

The thought of using the toy on her made you dizzy with lust. You imagined kissing her neck as you pounded into her or laying back as she bounced in your lap, making you beg to touch her. 

“I’m so close, detka, oh!” Her eyes slammed shut as the tight coil inside her became almost unbearable. “Fuck, Y/N, right there, I’m-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, she came, hard. 

She spasmed against the bed, her thighs seeming unsure if they wanted to close or stay open with how violently they twitched. Her moans came out broken, her mouth hung open in a silent scream. 

She gushed around the toy, cum spilling out with each thrust as she slowed down her movements. 

You felt like the luckiest person on the planet. You were insanely turned on by what you were seeing and hearing through your screen. She looked beautiful in the throes of pleasure, and the way she moaned your name as she hit her peak did unspeakable things to you. 

The way she moaned your name.

You hazily registered that she’d cried out your actual name, not your username, but you were distracted as she spoke again.

“That was… fuck,” she said, breathing heavily and attempting to sit up straight. “Thank you for these. I hope you enjoyed your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.” She had a goofy, blissed out smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Goodnight, detka, I’ll be seeing you.”

She ended the video there and everything that had just happened played over in your mind. How were you ever supposed to act normal around her again after this?

Not only that, but she’d moaned your name when she came undone. Was that an accident? Was she thinking about the real you while she touched herself and it just slipped out? Or did she somehow know that the person she was making that for was you?

No, there was no way she could know that.

You mulled it over for a while and decided to sleep on it. Your mind was running in circles and you were exhausted. On top of that, you were still extremely sexually frustrated. 

You tossed and turned, attempting to ignore your nagging thoughts brought on by the night’s events. Eventually, you did fall asleep, your exhaustion finally taking over your impeccable ability to overthink. 

The next morning, you woke up later than usual, deciding to make breakfast instead of coffee since you overslept. 

Spending time in the kitchen with some music in the background kept your mind off of things - thank god, you weren’t quite ready to deal with reality just yet - but a knock at the door interrupted the moment.

You weren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t Wanda, looking adorable as ever in a skirt and black thigh-highs.

“Hi,” you managed, nerves kicking in.

“Hey,” she said, looking at you sweetly with those hypnotizing green eyes. “Sorry if this is weird but I was wondering if you had any honey? I just made some tea and I didn’t realize I ran out of honey…”

“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” you responded, stepping back from the doorway. “You can come in while I look.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You went back to the kitchen, Wanda trailing behind, and began to search the cabinets for wherever you might’ve left it. 

“If you don’t have any, that’s fine too,” she said softly. 

As you looked around, you didn’t notice Wanda coming further into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You located the honey, but the next words out of Wanda’s mouth made your heart stop and the bottle fall from your grasp.

“So, did you enjoy my video, Y/N?”

SCREAMING CCCCRRRYYYyYY~IIIINNNNGGGG WHAAATTTT

My Wife [Natasha]

Summary : Y/N the adoptive daughter of Clint Barton got rejected multiple time by the Black Widow, the best friend of his dad

 Pairing :  Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Cursing, depression

Word count : 5059

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

“Here she is….AAAAHHHHH HERE’S MY WIFE.” You beam while jumping up and down a little bit once you get up from the couch, pointing to Natasha, who just entered the living room from her room.

A series of laughs, especially from your father, Clint, who is happy to see you with this enthusiasm just by Natasha walking into the same room as you are, already gives you so much joy that it hurts to think to himself

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Angel (18+)

Pairing: stripper!Tara Carpenter x f! lawyer!reader

Warnings: no ghostface AU, Tara is 21, R is 27, smut, lap dance, pole dance, alcohol consumption, tipsy driving (pls don't do that), fingering, a bit of degradation and praise

Summary: You need to unwind. Angel gives you more than you could have ever asked for.

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You've had a bad month. Scratch that, you've had the worst month of your career. You've lost one of your loyal clients to a rival and your boss chewed you out over it, and, to top it off, you've lost a case you've been working on for the past four months.

You blink back the exhaustion, leaning back on the railing of your office balcony. You've been nursing your whiskey for the past hour, hoping it'll chase away your gnawing thoughts, but to no avail, you're still deep in your head, rethinking every decision that led you to this.

You check your wrist watch, the platinum glistening in the city lights, and decide to finally head home. You finally relax once you're in your car, putting the key in the ignition and driving off, leaving the day behind. You take a familiar route, driving almost on autopilot and humming along to the song on the radio, fingers drumming on the wheel.

You're almost home when you change your mind and make a sharp turn on the next intersection, heading to a place you haven't been to in months.

Two men in the front greet you with identical nods, holding the door open for you, sensual music spilling into the bustling street. Your eyes zero in on the bar, not paying any attention to the stage and the dancers, happy to see a familiar face handling alcohol tonight.

"Tough day?" Amber asks with a sympathetic smile, placing a full glass in front of you.

"Tough month," you sigh, not in the mood for a conversation.

She offers one more smile before turning to another guest, sensing your desire to be left alone. Her eyes take on a new glint, lips slightly pursed in a cute pout as she talks to a clean shaved man. You scoff in your drink and shake your head, ignoring the glare she sends you.

Leaning back against the bar you settle to simply people watch for some time, maybe get a dance or two from a pretty woman.

"You should ask for Angel," Amber says, wiping the counter. You look at her in question, your glass stopping midway to your mouth. "She's new, but she's good. You could use some unwinding and she's the best at it, trust me."

You nod slowly and ask for a refill before leaving her a tip and walking off to a secluded booth in the back of the club, settling back on the couch and trying to find a new face in the sea of dancers you already know well. Out of the corner of your eye you see Felicity, a fiery redhead with no filter. She effortlessly glides on the dancefloor in her nine inch heels, red lingerie catching eyes of gaping men with pockets full of cash. She bends in a sensual move, her thong granting a perfect view of her round ass. You hum when money starts falling in waves, making the floor disappear. She deserves that and more.

She catches your eye, brow raising suggestively, to which you shake your head no.

"Waiting for someone?" A voice whispers right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your head turns to be met with the eyes of a stranger inches away from your own, lips painted blood red and pulled into a smirk.

You swallow, feeling the swell of her breasts against your arm that's resting on the back of the couch, and shake your head tersely, not trusting your voice just yet. She bites her lower lip and pulls away to slowly walk around the couch, making sure to show off her assets.

Almost all of her body is bare, her lacy push up bra making her breasts look good enough to throw handfuls of cash at her feet. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the full globes, then lowers to a dark red triangle of fabric between her legs held by a thin string. She takes her sweet time in caging you against the leather cushions, draping herself over your lap, hands settling on your shoulders.

You take this opportunity to study her features: the slope of her small nose; the freckles dusted all over her upper cheeks; her dark and inviting eyes, eagerly drinking you up with the same vigor; her full lips, painted red and waiting to be claimed.

She takes your whiskey and sips, expertly masking the distaste behind an alluring smile, but you still catch the way her eyes momentarily squeeze in a fleeting grimace, making you bite back a chuckle.

"I'm Angel. What's your name?" She purrs, hips moving to the beat as she plays with the hair at the nape of your neck. You see some men glare at you with jealousy, their jaws grinding. Angel must be fairly popular to grant a reaction like that.

"Does it matter?" You husk, struggling to keep your hands to yourself.

"Mysterious, huh?" She chuckles, arching against your chest, her barely covered breasts almost spilling out right in your face, hips moving in circles against your crotch. "I like that."

You hum, settling back to watch her flexible body roll against your slowly relaxing one, her lower lip pulled between pearly white teeth.

"There you go," she whispers, sliding her palm down your chest, her other hand tangling in your hair, nails scratching your scalp. It feels so good you almost purr. "Tell me what got you so wound up."

You sigh and take another sip of your drink before answering. "Lost my top client."

She hums, her torso moving in a slow hypnotic circle, before leaning back into you to whisper right in your ear. "Their loss."

She pulls back to look you in the eye, the space between you almost crackling with tension.

"Hey Angel," one of the men that's been glaring at you calls out, waving a couple of twenty dollar bills in the air. "Come give me a dance."

She doesn't even look in his direction, but you silently reach for your wallet, taking out three hundred dollar bills and pushing them under the string of her thong. "Stay."

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip before nodding. She throws her head back, hands leaving your shoulder to slide up her waist to cup her breasts, pushing them together inches away from your face. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you have to grip your thighs to keep yourself from touching her. She rises on her knees and changes the position, her back now to your front, ass snugly against your crotch.

You finish your whiskey in one gulp, your breath hitching. Her wavy hair gets in your face and you breathe in the enticing scent of her perfume mixed with the essence of her. She turns her head, looking at you with half lidded eyes. "You like that?"

"I do," you reply, noting the slight blush rising on her cheeks.

"Want to move somewhere private?" She asks, her eager tone cracking the unbothered facade she's been putting on.

You nod and follow her to the other side of the club, Amber sending you thumbs up from behind the bar before going back to flirting with another drunk man, crisp bills filling her pockets.

You're led to a dark hallway that leads to private rooms, anticipation buzzing under your skin. She nods at the security guard, the man looking you up and down before he lets you through. She locks the door and you wander deeper into the room, taking a seat on the velvety couch.

Sensual music starts spilling from the speakers before she turns sharply, a devilish smirk on her lips. She saunters to the pole, hips swaying in tune with the music, eyes never leaving yours as she hooks her leg over the metal and twirls. She closes her eyes, losing herself in the dance, and grips the pole before bending, back arched, the swell of her ass right in front of your face.

You exhale, nearly biting down on your knuckles from the need to turn her around and fuck her right on the floor. "Angel," you breathe out. She faces you and drops to her knees, legs spread as her hips move up and down, arms over her head as she grips the pole. "Yes?"

You pat your lap and without a moment of hesitation she climbs on top of your thighs, taking off her bra. You bite back a moan when her breasts spill out, pinkish nipples begging for your mouth. She takes hold of your neck, her forehead pressed against yours as she rocks her hips on your lap, her breathing labored. She weaves languidly against your tense torso, her lips brushing against your cheek before she pulls away to settle her hands on your chest, nails scratching your white shirt.

"Fuck," you close your eyes, enjoy the press of lithe body, arousal coursing through your veins. She hums, her center flush against your thigh and you feel her wetness smear on the fabric of your slacks. Your fingers clench uselessly at your sides. "You're enjoying this," you state, searching her face for an answer.

"More than you can imagine," she whispers, grinding down on your thigh with intent. Her nipples brush against your chest and she moans quietly, repeating the motion. You unconsciously thrust up, your pelvis connecting with her heat just as she is rolling down, sending pleasure through her body. She grabs your shoulders and your eyes lock. You thrust again, intentionally this time, your palms planted firmly on the couch to add force. Her hips rock, her needy moans filling your ears.

You can't take your eyes off her.

Fuck that, you think, before planting your hands on her hips, directing her movements, and pulling her into a feverish kiss. Her lips are impossibly soft, and her tongue tastes like whiskey and some fruity cocktail she's probably had earlier. Your hands move from her hips to her breasts, squeezing.

"Yes," she moans, greedily pushing against you. "More, please."

You hesitate only for a moment before lowering your mouth to her nipple, sucking it in with hunger you didn't know you possessed. She bites on her knuckles, hiding a loud moan from the guards behind the door. Your fingers itch with the need to tear off her thong and plunge deep into her soaking pussy, claiming the most vulnerable part of the petite brunette.

"How does that feel?" Your teeth graze against the underside of her breast before you take the other nipple in your mouth, tongue sliding on the hardened nub.

"Like I'm about to come," she whimpers, messily humping on your thigh. "Need you inside," she pleads, taking hold of your hand.

You follow her lead, your fingers easily pushing her thong aside and dipping between her slick folds, strands of wetness clinging to your digits. She buckles against your hand in search of friction, and you teasingly circle her clit, pulling a delicious moan out of her lips. "Like that?" You tease, even though you're as affected as she is.

"Yes- fuck, just like that," she whimpers.

"What about the rules, Angel? You gonna tell your boss about this?"

She shakes her head. "No, I promise. Fuck the rules." She desperately clings to your wrist, pressing your palm against her heat.

It's all you need to finally thrust your fingers inside her cunt. She cries out, biting your shoulder to hide the sound, and starts moving her hips up and down, meeting your fingers halfway.

"Such a bad girl you are, Angel. Riding a stranger like a slut," you grunt, fastening your pace. Filthy sounds fill the room as your fingers keep disappearing in her pussy, bringing her closer to the edge. Suddenly, a misplaced spark of jealousy ignites something deep inside your chest. "Do you do this with everyone, Angel? Do you spread your legs for strangers every night?"

"No," she gasps, tilting your face up and bringing you in for a kiss. "Just you," she moans against your lips, "only you."

The fire inside your chest burns. "Good."

Her walls clench around you, mouth wide open as she moans loudly. You force her mouth shut, pressing your palm against her lips, her eyes widening before they roll to the back of her head. Your thumb slides on her clit in tight circles, fingers curling to touch her sweet spot. She bites down on your knuckles, desperately chasing her orgasm, arousal dripping down her thighs. You add a third finger, stretching her tight pussy, and spread them inside.

"Come for me, Angel," you rasp, pushing deep inside. She cries out, squeezing around your fingers as she comes. She curls into you, hiding her face in the slope of your neck. "Good girl," you praise, kissing her temple, your fingers buried inside her wet heat.

There's a loud knock and a gruff voice sounds from behind the door. "Everything alright, Angel?"

She sits up, eyes wide and alert, and looks at the clock near the door. Your private session ended ten minutes ago.

"I- I have to go," she scurries away, putting on her bra on her way to the door.

"Wait," you call out, catching her wrist before she could touch the handle. "Stay, please."

Her eyes flicker to your lips before she throws herself at you, hands around your waist, kissing you with fervor. You press her against the door, trailing kisses all over her neck, wishing you could leave marks for her to remember you by.

There's another knock and a threat to break down the door. Angel pulls away with one last peck before disappearing behind the door.

The rest of the week goes better after that night. You feel like the burden that's been sitting on your shoulders got smaller, granting you more hours of sleep and allowing you to look your boss in the eye without feeling inferior. You can't help but think back on the girl that so easily brought this change on you. Sometimes when you're caught up in paperwork in the late hours of night you catch yourself wishing you were back in that private room, looking at her instead of some boring corporate nonsense. Your fingers squeeze around the pen with need to touch her again, to unravel her, to savor her taste.

On a Friday night you decide to leave the office early and head to the club, but a phone call stops you in your tracks.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting."

You smile, always happy to hear from your friend. "You're not, I'm… heading home early."

"Great. Perfect, actually. I know it's a bit last minute, but I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner tonight? I'm making your favorite." Sam asks, and you can hear the sound of pans hitting the stove in the background.

"What's the catch, Carpenter?"

She groans, and you can almost see her slouch against the counter. "I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but Tara is studying to be a lawyer, and I thought maybe you could give her some pointers over dinner?"

You blink, surprised by the question. In two years of your friendship with Sam you've never met her younger sister. Even though they're living together, she's never home when you're over, working double shifts to afford tuition, adamantly refusing Sam's offers to help. She likes to complain about it from time to time, but you can see she's proud of the younger girl.

Angel will be there tomorrow, and you're actually excited to finally meet Tara. It doesn't take long for you to decide which way to go. You make a quick stop at a grocery store on your way there, buying Sam's favorite beer and a bottle of wine, thinking about offering her sister an internship. If she's even half as brilliant as Sam you want her on your team once she graduates.

When you finally knock on the door, expecting to see Sam on the other side, you feel wind get knocked out of you when the woman you've been thinking about since you left the club opens it.

"... Angel?"

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