So I remember you did a dark caitlyn kiramman fiction called sweet prisoner I think that was the name, I was curious if you thought about doing a sequel?
can't believe someone actually liked this😭 but why not? It's been a long time since I wrote a dark one-shot
𓂃 ´ཀ` WHAT ARE THEIR KINKS? feat; Wanda maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Rio vidal, Yelena belova, Carol danvers and Selina Kyle x fem!reader
tw; SMUT. fem!reader, mommy kink, g!pNatasha, strap-on, brat-tamming, degradation, praise, slapping, pet names (baby, babe, sweet, bunny and good girl ), punishments, hair-pulling, dirty talk, dumbfication. dni men and minors.
Wanda: Mommy kink (nobody can tell me otherwise
♱ “You take me so well” she dips her head, pressing kisses against your jaw, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin while she thrusts into you, slow and deep, without any rush. Her breath hot against your ear, rasping and unsteady as she murmurs, “Come for me, bunny. Can you do that for me?” You whimper, tears pricking in your eyes as she continues thrusting, filling you so well "I know, I know bunny”
Her lips press against your cheek, tears dried and skin flushed. “It's okay” She coos feeling your legs tremble around her waist, bringing a calloused hand to the soft skin of your thighs, running her fingers over the skin "Mommy is here baby" she groan softly against your skin, sinking the strap deeper into your pussy.
You whine high-pitched, burying your face in the pillow, and that makes her let out a low, possessive hum in the back of her throat “No, sweetheart.” she murmurs unsteadily, fingers finding your chin and lifting it to come face to face with you, her pupils are dilated as she examines your face.
looking at your disheveled and sweaty appearance make has a fire burning in her guts. She uses her free hand to pin your hips, preventing any more movement. “Wanna see your pretty face when you come for me.”
Natasha: Breeding kink (G!p)
♱ Her hands grip your hips to keep you in place, so hard that it leaves her fingerprints on your skin. Her thrusts strong and deep, desperate “Shit— so tight” she whimpers, feeling your walls tighten around her sensitive dick
She mumbles something that you're unable to make out against your skin. Her fingers dig in your hips, her grip almost bruising now, “Gonna fill you up so good—” She grits out, voice thick, still pumping up into you with those hard, sharp, harsh little thrusts, her head just getting more fuzzy.
“God, you are so pretty for me,” she breathes, voice low and wrecked already. Her hips give a deep thrust, sinking all her cock so you can feel how deep it is inside you. “This tight little hole was made to take my cum—made to keep it.”
She moves in long, punishing strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs slamming forward harder. “Gonna breed you— till it’s leaking out” She presses the heel of her palm low on your belly, right where she’s buried deepest.
Your body starts to tense, breath hitching faster, walls fluttering hard around her cock. She feels it instantly—the way you tighten, the little tremors running through you, the way your hips jerk back involuntarily like you can’t help chasing it
“You close baby?” she whispers hot against your ear, voice dark and teasing, lips brushing your skin “Come with me”
Rio Vidal: Brat-tamming kink
♱ “You were being such a brat” she groans against the back of your neck, fingers tightening in your hair, pulling you closer to her “Where did those words go, uh?”
Another pitiful whine spills out of you, high, broken and needy—your body caught between trying to pull away from the overwhelming fullness and pushing back for more. She laughs darkly at the sound, the vibration rumbling through her chest into your back.
“Listen to you,” she groans, panting. Her hand on your hip coming down to slap your ass hard, leaving a sharp, painful heat against the sensitive skin. The sound echoes in the room; the sting blooms instantly, sharp and fiery, spreading heat across already tender skin.
“F-fuck! Rio—" Tears well up in your eyes from the sting of the slap as she continues thrusting into you, you jerk forward on instinct, but she doesn’t let you escape—her grip on your hair keeps your head yanked back, forces you to take every punishing thrust while your pussy clenches around the strap.
“Shh…” Her voice is low, almost gentle. Her fingers loosen in your hair for just a heartbeat—long enough for you to suck in a desperate gasp—before she shoves your face forward, pressing your cheek hard into the soft, warm pillow that still smells faintly of her shampoo and sweat.
The fabric muffles your next moan instantly, turning it into a pathetic, wet whimper trapped against cotton. Your nose fills with her scent; your mouth opens on instinct, tasting salt and laundry detergent as she grinds her hips forward in one slow, deliberate roll.
The strap sinks impossibly deeper—deeper than before, deeper than you thought your body could take. The thick, ridged silicone presses right up against your cervix, stretching you so wide your walls flutter helplessly around it, trying and failing to adjust. A sharp, electric ache blooms low in your belly, mixing with the throbbing pleasure until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Your thighs tremble violently, knees sliding wider on the sheets as your hips jerk forward on reflex, only for her pelvis to slam back against your ass and pin you in place.
“There you are,” she coos, voice dripping with mock-pity, the kind that makes your face flush even as your cunt clenches harder around her. “So pathetic”
Her fingers dig into the back of your skull, pressing your face deeper into the pillow until your breaths come in short, ragged pulls through your nose. You can feel every inch of her inside you—every vein on the strap dragging against your sensitive walls with each shallow grind, the tip of the strap finding that deep spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes water. Slick leaks steadily out around the base, running hot down your inner thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath you in a growing wet spot.
She doesn’t pull back far—just enough to give you a few cruel, shallow thrusts that make obscene, squelching sounds every time she bottoms out again. Each one punches a choked sob out of you, the noise swallowed by the pillow, vibrating against your lips.
“Are you close, uh?”
Yelena: degradation kink
Yelena’s grip on your chin tightens just shy of painful, forcing your gaze downward to look at her fucking your pussy. The thick strap glistens obscenely with your slick, plunging in and out with wet, filthy sounds that fill the room. Every time she pulls back, your lips cling desperately to the silicone, strings of your arousal stretching and snapping between you like they’re trying to keep her inside.
“Look how wet that greedy pussy is,” she says in a condescending tone, clicking her tongue like you’re some disappointing little slut who can’t control herself. But the dark satisfaction in her voice betrays how much she loves seeing you like this—ruined, dripping, pathetic.
She slows deliberately, dragging the ridged length out so slowly you can watch your own cunt gape for a second, fluttering and empty, before she slams back in—hard—making your whole body jolt. A fresh gush of slick leaks out around the base, running hot down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you in a dark, spreading stain.
“Disgusting,” she murmurs, voice low and mocking, but her eyes are hungry, pupils blown wide. “Look at the mess you’re making. Can’t even keep it together while I use this hole.” Her free hand slides down to spread your folds wider with two fingers, exposing your swollen clit and the way your entrance spasms uselessly every time she bottoms out. “You’re soaked”
She starts thrusting faster—brutal, punishing strokes that make the strap batter your cervix with every snap of her hips. The bulge in your lower belly rises and falls visibly, obscene and unmistakable. Yelena presses her palm flat over it, grinding down so you feel exactly how deep she’s ruining you.
“Feel that?” she growls, thumb tracing the hard outline through your skin. “That’s me fucking this little cunt.” She groans against your skin, hips jerking involuntarily. “clenching like a whore.”
Your thighs are shaking violently now, slick dripping steadily, pooling under your ass and making everything slippery and obscene. She hooks one of your legs over her shoulder, opening you even wider, the new angle letting her drive impossibly deeper. The wet sound of her hips against yours is relentless, your moans turning into broken, needy sobs that you can’t hold back. “Are you going to come for me?”
Carol: size kink
♱ She sinks in all the way with one long, slow slide until her hips meet yours, the base flush against your soaked folds. A soft gasp escapes you; your legs tremble around her waist. Carol leans down, lips brushing your jaw in a gentle kiss as she sees you clench around the strap.
She starts moving—deep, steady thrusts that drag almost all the way out before plunging back in, each one making the thick head kiss your cervix. The bulge rises visibly in your lower belly with every stroke, and her large hand slides up to rest over it, palm warm and possessive, pressing just enough so you feel the hard outline of her inside you.
“Look at that… taking me so well,” she murmurs, voice low and warm, thumb tracing the swell. Another thrust, slow and deliberate, watching your face soften with pleasure-pain. “You feel how deep I am, baby? Right here.”
Her pace builds gradually—long strokes turning into firmer snaps, hips rolling in a rhythm that hits every sensitive spot. The wet sounds fill the room, skin meeting skin, your slick coating the strap with every pull-out. She keeps one hand on your belly, feeling the bulge shift and pulse under her palm, while the other slides to your thigh, lifting it higher to open you even more.
Your breathing turns ragged, little whimpers slipping out as your walls flutter around her. Legs shaking, hips bucking up to meet her, nails digging lightly into her arms. Carol’s smile widens, leaning closer to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
She adjusts the angle just right—short, precise thrusts now, grinding deep against that spot that makes your toes curl. The pressure builds fast, your body tensing, clenching hard around the thick length. “Gonna come for me?” she whispers against your ear, voice gentle, teasing, almost fond.
Selina: overstimulation kink
♱ “Shh— kitten” She smirks, biting your jaw, her slim fingers sinking deeper into your sensitive pussy, rubbing her palm against your swollen clit. You've already come four times in a row, your cheeks flushed with dried tears.
She doesn’t give you time to catch your breath.
Her teeth sink harder into the soft skin beneath your jaw—sharp enough to bruise, possessive enough to mark “Shh—kitten. You don’t get to hide from this.”
Her fingers plunge deeper, rougher, three now, stretching you open with brutal insistence while her palm slams down against your clit in tight, punishing circles. Your whole body convulses—muscles locking, thighs trembling violently, trying to close around her wrist but she forces them wider with her knee, pinning you open like she owns every inch.
You’re sobbing openly now, raw and wrecked, tears spilling fresh down your cheeks into your hair. Four orgasms already ripped through you and left you hypersensitive, every brush of her knuckles inside sending lightning up your spine. But she doesn’t slow. She speeds up.
“Feel that?” she hisses, voice dark and ragged with her own arousal. “You’re dripping down my wrist, baby—look how fucking messy you are for me.”
Her free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is bared completely. She drags her tongue up the column of it—slow and hot, hen bites again, harder, right over your pulse.
Her fingers crook viciously, hammering that spot inside you over and over without mercy. The pressure builds too fast, your belly tightening, thighs shaking so hard the bed creaks. You’re clenching around her so violently she groans against your neck.
“Thats it baby, i know you can take it”
She's sure you can give her another one, right? Like a good girl.
need omegaverse!jinx. Do you think she would be alpha or omega? I think Jinx would be an alpha and don't know why but..
honey the submissive and needy blood runs through her veins
men dni, omega!jinx
I'd like to think of Jinx as an selfish, seeks own pleasure alpha. Violet left that hole in her heart that she tried to fill by going to bars and fucking shit out of omegas, but in fact she's just such a selfish pathetic omega— the steaming, growing ache in the pit of her stomach yearning to just be filled It's too much for her to bear, heat so strong that all her pheromones spread throughout the room, thick and dizzying that makes hard to breathe.
Her body curves on the sheets of your bed, squirming and whining, like her bed isn’t like— right there, and you suspect it might be so she can rub herself in the place where you stay to impregnate her pheromones there so everyone knows that you are hers and only hers and so she can smell you, your unique scent that's just yours— that's why she keeps putting her wet nose against your pillow and just sniffing your scent, she doesn't even feel embarrassed anymore, even drooling on your pillow and biting it like an idiot when she wants to rile up you.
She slumps against your back, her chest against you as she melts “Mm—hah… baby, you’re so warm.” she moans, arms tightening around you, clinging like an octopus, she rubs herself shamelessly against your ass, bringing her face to your neck, rubbing her nose against your mating gland and just pressing kisses there.
“You smell so good too” she murmurs, focusing on seeking friction against you and speaking “Baby—” she whines, teeth biting your jaw in rebuke when you don't move.
“Jinx, stop that” you snort feeling the burning of the bite on your skin.
she grunts which turns into more of a pitiful whine of discontent than anything, pulling her mouth away but pressing herself harder against you "You're the worst alpha I know like—” she grabs your hip, whimpering softly when she finds the right place to rub "so annoying” she continues, panting.
you are a victim to the infinite and insatiable libido of jinx. “Stay still—please...let me” she gasps, hot breath against your neck “just like that toots” she murmur against your skin, grinding against you now more sloppily and uneven. Then you feel she tenses and her lips let out a soft moan, her body softening and laying on your back, quite heavy for her appearance, did she just cum? “that was good..” you huff outraged, how many minutes have passed, two?
fingers gripping the back of your knees, with a abnormal strength for someone of her physical structure, she lifts your knee, making your legs touch your chest. “Hey— wait,” you choke on your saliva as she pushes herself deeper inside you, hitting that spot that makes your head all dizzy and fluffy. “Hm..so good, toots” she sinks into you again filling you completely
Her eyes meet yours, glowing hot pink, half-lidded in concentration both to not cum and to keep her thrusts fast, her pupils dilate as she examines your face “F-fuck— like that” she gasps. pelvis pressing against your over sensitive clit as she pounds up into your weeping, leaking pussy again and again, cooing when she feels you squirm at the contact, pressing the swollen tip of her cock deeper against your walls, “ungh..squeeze me so— so tight" she kisses your neck, open-mouthed and sloppy, licking up the sweat like the filthy, disgusting thing she is.
“Im so close” her hands squeeze your thigh, digging the nails into your skin, pulling you thigh against her, picking up her pace to a brutal thwack, thwack, thwack.
Her tongue licks the way across your chest, licking and drooling messily over you, her tongue swirling around your perky nipples, already pebbled for her “I-im so so close” she whines high-pitched without even recognizing how loud she is. Her cock comes in and out quickly in your pussy, making a wet noise and your thighs tremble— it's so much, too fast and the slightest touch is so much for you
“augh— baby— baby..f-fuck” she grunts against your nipple, lifting her face and sticking her tongue in your mouth “mmfff, haah— take it, take it, take it.”
“I’m going to fill you up again—” she sucks your tongue, moaning with your taste. Her pace gets fast and rough, the thrusts sloppy and uneven “ Yeah— oh— f-fuuck!” she groan and thrusts deep inside you one last time, pumping up deep into you that hot, heavy load that come out of her thick cock, her body slumping into your chest, panting for air.
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