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do genuinely find it fascinating how indeed.com is like the biggest job-hunting website out there and yet manages to be profoundly useless in every possible way
i search for "entry level jobs". i am shown listings for things like "military intelligence officer", "senior veterinary surgeon", and "forklift engineer".
i search for "jobs in bookselling". i am told that there are 9 bookselling jobs in my area. when i read the listings, 8 of these 9 jobs are care assistant roles and the 9th is a pyramid scheme.
i search for "jobs within 5 miles of my location". i am shown jobs that are on the other side of the country.
i type in "proofreading". i am shown listings for "ai training".
i search "creative industry jobs". half the listings are for finance companies and the other half require a degree in data science.
i receive an email. "based on your profile, indeed thought you would be a great match for this opportunity!" the linked job requires a degree that i do not have and 5 years of experience in a field that i know nothing about. the email does not explain why this opportunity would be "a great match".
i receive an email. "based on your profile, indeed thought you would be a great match for this opportunity!" in the body of the email, it warns me that i will not be able to apply for the job it has sent me because i do not meet the criteria.
i apply for a job with a temp agency. i never hear back. 2 weeks later the agency website goes down and never comes back up again.
i apply for a job. 6 months later i get a stock email telling me my application has been unsuccessful.
Reader Description: he/they, masculine titles, early 20s.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Masculine!Reader
A/n: So this was inspired while I was playing around in Character.ai (I was being delulu as usual), so I guess shoutout to the creator of Mature!Wanda ai for kickstarting my brain again. I haven't write in a while guys pls be nice :')
Warnings: No warnings for now actually, maybe sadge Wanda, Wanda lowkey being bullied.
Summary: Years have passed since Westview and Wanda finally has the chance to settle down and live the normal she had always yearned for. However, that comes with a challenge as many were still wary of her. Along the way she met a young man in his early 20s, whom took pity on the witch despite all odds.
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It was a huge deal when rumors spread about the infamous Scarlet Witch moving into their town. The same witch that brought upon destructions and chaos, the one who enslaved a whole town. The one that the Dracula from Hotel Transylvania would describe as,
"-Nutsy Cuckoo!" Y/n snorted at their friend's description of the witch, "She's a total nutjob, I'm telling you. She went berserk for kids she DIDN'T even have."
"And afterwards went after a child, no, a literal CHILD!" Their other friend added, "Who happens to be America Chavez, who ended up teaming up with her as well. Hence why she's able to even live freely back into society."
"That's crazy..." Y/n said while shaking his head. The were all sitting their usual cafe, gossiping about their latest neighbor.
"I heard she lives across the street from you. Hey, at least she's a hot MILF right?" Their friend Magdalena joked, which made her receive a cookie thrown at her face.
"Shut up, Lena." She only snorted. As both of his friends were snickering, the two of them stopped and their eyes trailed something behind him.
"What?"
"Speak of the devil..." Victor said as he had a little bit of a disgusted look.
Y/n turned around, and there she was. The Scarlet Witch. She hasn't been seen on any media for the past few years, the last time she was seen, she had a long auburn hair, and was wearing her suit. The look she had right now was a striking contrast to her last appearance on the media.
She had cut her hair, it was now dyed blonde, and she was wearing a casual civilian clothes. Y/n felt shivers running down their spine as painful memories flooded his mind.
"She really wants to be normal, huh?" Victor said under his breath.
"I mean... she's kinda-" Victor elbowed Magdalena on her ribs before she could finish her sentence. Giving her a look that says 'don't'.
The whole cafe went silent when she entered the shop, she awkwardly said 'hi' before making her way to the queue. Everything else was a little bit of a blur for Y/n, as for some reason their heart started beating rapidly. Their fist clenched to the point his friend had to snap him out of his thoughts.
"I'm fine." Y/n responded with a faux smile before focusing his attention outside the window. He couldn't help but to focus on Wanda's voice when she ordered.
"I would like something to drink please." He heard Wanda speak, there was a beat of silence.
"Coffee? Tea?" The barista responded, soundingly uninterested and rude. Seems like the Barista wasn't a huge fan of Wanda, as normally the Barista was always so kind to Y/n and his friends.
"O-oh! Coffee, please." Another silence, "Cappucino, hot."
"That'll be $4.50." She could be heard rummaging through her purse and took out a some money to pay.
"I'm assuming you would need my name-"
"We know." The barista said rather coldly. Wanda could be heard clearing her throat nervously and waited for her order. It didn't take long before they called out, "Cappucino for Scarlet Witch."
Y/n glances at the bar, they noticed how tense she was upon hearing her title. The title she wishes everyone would forget. She gave a forced smile before turning and walking back to the exit. Seems like she was nervous, and then the worst possible thing could happen to someone happened to her...
Her purse got stuck on the door handle as she was about to walk out, causing her to spill her beverage. "Shit!" She cursed.
Y/n's two friends couldn't handle their snort upon seeing the tragedy. Wanda glances at them and awkwardly laughs, "Silly me." She says before hastily walking away from the shop.
"She is just adapting well to us mere mortals." Victor said sarcastically.
As much as Y/n wasn't exactly fond of the witch (for personal reasons), they did felt... a hint of sympathy towards her. He looked outside and saw her seemingly cursing at herself for the embarrassing encounter at the cafe.
Oh she's going to take a while to adapt...
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Y/n looked down at the notes their sister sent them and walked down the aisle to find the item. What seem to be a simple errand turned into a full blown grocery shopping, that bitch.
I just wanted to buy some ramen...
He picked up a bunch of items his sisters needed, and picked a pack of ramen for himself. While he was on the cereal section he heard that familiar voice again.
"Hi, ma'am, do you know where I could- O-oh, yes, that's alright have a good day!" He turns his attention to her direction, from the customers to the staff, they were all ignoring her existence. She visibly sighed and gave up on asking people. That's... what she deserves I guess.
He only saw her again as he was about to pay, they were queued just behind her. Crap.
"Sorry ma'am, we take cash only, the machine is broken at the moment." The cashier told her.
"I... I don't have any cash on me right now." She nervously laughs, "Are you sure? Because the customer before-"
"Look if you don't have cash you can pay with apple pay." Seems like the cashier just wanted to torment her, which she did as Wanda sighed in frustration.
"I don't- I don't have that set up on my phone yet." The cashier only shrugged their shoulders. "Fine. How much was-"
"$27.60" Wanda started rummaging through her purse again, desperately trying to find some cash left. She found... $5, ok that's a start. $10, ok we're getting there.
"Hey come on, lady! You're holding up the line!" The guy behind Y/n yelled, making Wanda panic slightly. Y/n closed his eyes, ugh fuckin-
They opened their eyes again, and Wanda was still hastily searching her bag as people got increasingly annoyed at her. They closed their eyes, agh Jesus fucking christ I better go to heaven for this-
"Ok, is there any-" Wanda's sentence was cut off when hand puts down a $50 dollar bill to pay for her checkout.
"You can just pay me back later." Wanda wanted to refuse, but she internally sighed in relief. The cashier gave Y/n the change and Wanda thanked them with the brightest smile. "Don't mention it." They said giving her a polite smile.
As Wanda walked out of the store, she took another glance at the young boy and smiled to herself. She made a mental note to find the youth later on.
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They didn't understand why they had to be so sympathetic to the psycho witch, especially after everything she had put them through. Everyone was doing just fine ignoring her presence, in fact, Y/n had the biggest right out of them all to ignore that crazy, wacko, mentally unstable-
"There you are!"
A familiar voice made Y/n whipped their head to the direction. Oh no... Don't tell me she thinks we're basically friends now. Wanda walked up to him with a smile, Y/n had a natural instinct to tense up. Just the sight of her, made him clenched his jaw.
"I just wanted to properly say thank you." She said, rubbing her hand nervously. She wore a simple red t-shirt, and jeans. Wanda looked like any normal civilian. If you had lived in a cave, unaware of the outside world, the idea that Wanda is capable of such chaos and destruction wouldn't cross your mind. "And uh... for your trouble."
Wanda then handed him cash of what she owes him. He looked at the money and then her. "This is.... $30"
"Oh you can keep it all." The witch said with a slight shake in her voice, she then cleared her throat. "U-unless you prefer it to be precise I can-" She pulled out her phone from her pocket. "I can use that uh... that app, Vimeo?"
Y/n couldn't help but to let out a chuckle, "Venmo. Vimeo is a like a... it's like Youtube." Am I really talking with this lady?
"Ah... Right, right, I... I knew that." She looked at her phone with confused look on her face. Wanda then let out a soft laugh. "Well imagine my confusion."
"Well, thank you. I could definitely use the extra $2." Y/n said with a smile.
"I should be thanking you." Wanda responded, she bit her lip slightly, wanting to continue the conversation with what it seems like the only person who sees her as a human. "I'm Wanda, by the way, Wanda Maximoff." She hold out her hand awkwardly.
"I uhm- I'm your new neighbor, but I- I'm sure you knew that already." She let out a nervous laugh.
Y/n didn't want to talk to the witch any longer than needed, sharing name would mean they were on first name basis. But if there's anything Y/n hated more... Being left hanging when you hold out your had.
"Y/n, nice to meet you, Wanda."
Wanda noticeably beamed at the fact that they didn't just brushed her off.
"Well I should be heading back. I live just across from you." Shit! Why did I say that??
"Oh then I hope to see more of you!" Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity-
"Yeah, see you around, Mrs. Maximoff." He said politely, giving her a smile and crossed the street to his house. He internally cursed at himself. Idiot!
Wanda turned around smiling to herself. I made a friend...
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For the next few weeks, Wanda never fails to greet them whenever she happens to see Y/n pass. She did that to everyone, of course, but no one ever really bothers to respond. Y/n desperately wanted to avoid her, but it was difficult as she continuously try to interact with everyone. Which... to be honest was quite sad.
He doesn't know why he felt bad, but seeing the woman trying so desperately to join society and no one giving her a chance was such a depressing sight to see. Not that Y/n should care, she shouldn't have done what she did. But...
Ugh... It doesn't take much for him to be polite at least.
So Y/n started to return her polite greetings. Whenever he sees her watering her flowers, she greet him with a wave and a smile. And Y/n does the same. They had to admit, seeing her so happy that someone responded was... kind of cute.
Eugh...
It went on for a while, so you could say they were on a friendly term. And Y/n had no plans on furthering that relationship. At least by choice.
"Hi there, Y/n!" She greeted with her usual smile and wave. It had been about 2 months since she lived here. "How's your morning jog?"
"Hi, Mrs. Maximoff. Uh... It was alright, nice weather today."
"I agree. Say, you fancy joining a party? I'm having a housewarming party this evening, you should come. There will be plenty of food." She asked with hopeful eyes.
"Uh..." Say no, say no, what the fuck are you- SAY NO. "I'll have to see, ma'am. I have a pretty packed schedule today."
Wanda tried to hide her disappointment as much as she could. She had heard tons of those excuses for days now, at least he was polite about his rejection. "That's alright, darling! I'm just across the road if you change your mind. And feel free to bring some friends!"
"I'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Maximoff. See you around!" Y/n said before going back to their house. They leaned on the closed door and sighed. Their sister looked at them expectantly.
"She invited you as well?" She said with a raised eyebrow.
Y/n sighed before answering, "Yeah..."
"I don't know why she even bothers. Not like anyone would take her up for it." His sister said dismissively as she went back to the living room, settling on the couch.
Y/n joins her and grabs the remote, "Maybe she has change."
"You've got to be one mentally ill fucker to say that, especially coming from you." She added, waiting for him to pick a movie. "Did she hex you or something-"
"I'm perfectly fine." Y/n sighed. "I just... Look she does seems like some woman who's trying to live a normal life."
"But she's not a woman, Y/n. She's a monster." She rubs her temple. "A lot of people gone mad in Westview, I'm sure you remember."
"How could I forget..."
"She could try all she wants, but I won't give her the benefit of the doubt. And I won't stop you if you decide too..." They looked at their sister who smiles at him gently. "The beauty of it is that you have a choice now, none of her victims did."
He looked at the floor, his sister could see the gears in his head moving.
"Though I have to say you are one mad son of a bitch if you did."
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I am one mad son of a bitch.
They thought to themselves as they rang her doorbell. I could still change my mind right? I can run-
"I'll be right there!"
Fuck!
Wanda opens the door, delighted to greet her guest. "Y/n! So glad you could make it."
"Hi, Mrs. Maximoff." They took in her dress, well she does look good. "You look stunning."
Wanda gave him a smile, "Thank you. Please, come in!"
They entered the house, it was cozy, small, homey, there were very little pictures hung up. They did notice one family picture, and what it looks like and old frame of her and her late brother. Her informations was easy to find on the internet, yes Y/n did their research.
The house was decorated for party mode. There was some snack on the table, fruit punch, and a few other things. However, it was missing a key ingredient...
"Sorry, am I early?" He turned to Wanda.
Wanda sighed, "Early is uh... one way to put it. You're the first one here the others must've been late. They said they'll stop by." She puts on a reassuring smile, but Y/n had a feeling she must've felt devastated.
And in fact, Wanda was. This housewarming party was her attempt to prove herself to the neighborhood that she was in fact not a threat, maybe make some friends... But no matter, she had one guest now.
"Take a seat!" She said enthusiastically, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yeah sure, I'll get some fruit punch, looks really refreshing." The two settled down on the couch, there was a moment of awkward silent between them.
If there's one thing Y/n couldn't take, it was that.
"Here." They passed her the gift bag they had brought for her. "It's an old record player I had lying around, I don't ever use it anymore and I thought it would go with uh..." He searched for the right words, "Someone of your generation?"
Wanda took the gift with a smile and gave him a funny look, "You make it sounds like I'm old." She said jokingly. "But thank you. You didn't have too, but I appreciate it."
It was a red colored Crosley turntable. It was portable, and had a built in speaker. Her heart swelled at their gesture. "There's some vinyls in there as well, I hope you like the Beatles."
"I love the Beatles."
"I'll help you set it up." He said with a kind smile. Wanda decided to put the record player in her living room, perhaps some tune would help set up the mood. They plugged it in and Y/n made her choose the album. Wanda scanned the various albums, looking at the front cover and the back with a smile on her face.
She puts on one album and the song 'Twist and Shout' started to play. "Now this is a party." Wanda said, earning a chuckle from the youth. She then lightly bop her head into the song, twisting her legs like one of those old style dance. For a second she seems to lost her self into the music.
Y/n had always seen Wanda in... sort of a negative light. But seeing her smiling, dancing, just interacting with her on a more personal level... They were starting to see Wanda in an entirely new light.
The woman then turns to face the youth, she had a bright smile on her face as she made a 'come here' motion to him. "Not much of a dancer?"
They let out a laugh and joined Wanda. "I'll have you know I'm an incredible dancer."
Music was the exact ice breaker that they needed, they wen't from keeping their distance to even occasionally twirling each other playfully. Y/n had to admit, he was having fun with the witch. Wanda had a contagious laugh, an intoxicating energy, a smile that could light up a whole room, and she was so so... beautiful-
Why am I thinking about her like this?
"So Y/n, tell something about yourself. I'd like to get to know my neighbors better." Wanda asked once the music ended and it started playing a much slower song in the albums. They sat on the couch with a snack dividing their space.
"Oh I'm just your typical fresh graduate, ma'am. Still trying to find where I'm gonna belong here in the workforce." Y/n responded with a dry chuckle.
"I'm sure you'll find your place." She look down at her drink with a small smile. "Friend of mine always said there's a place for everyone in the world."
The way she said it so softly, made tugged something inside Y/n's heart. She really is just trying to fit in the world like the rest of us.
"And you, ma'am? Who is Wanda Maximoff?" He asked teasingly, getting more comfortable with her each minute. He popped some chips in his mouth, anticipating her answer.
"Me? Oh you know... I'm a retired old psycho witch." She said jokingly.
Y/n couldn't help the snort that came out of them, "Sorry-" Ok. She's got humor.
Wanda laughs and waved him off, "Don't be." She thought for a second before answering properly. "Well... I'm sure my informations are out there. Former Avenger turned villain, was... a threat to humanity once, served my time of redemption and here I am."
"Those are old news." Y/n said. "I'm asking along the lines of, who is Wanda Maximoff. What does she do for fun?"
Wanda tilted her head at his question, tiny smile creeped onto her face. No one... ever really asked her that question before. Wanda took a drink of her fruit punch before answering.
"I..." She cleared her throat, "I enjoy reading in my spare time, I love gardening as you can tell." Y/n listen intently with a soft smile on their face. "I like board games, I have a few collection of those, and... cooking."
She finishes with a smile. "Not the answers you were expecting?"
"Yeah... I honestly expected potions brewing." Wanda bursted out laughing at his response. A genuine hearty laugh. "With cauldrons and everything." He said jokingly, trying to get more amusement out of her.
She's so cute when she laughs.
"Don't tell me you think witches do potions brewing do you?"
"They don't?!" He asked in an exaggerate tone, which amuses Wanda further as she shook her head still with a smile on her face.
She then leaned against the her seat. "Maybe some do."
"Did you also had a wand like Harry Potter?"
The two shared another laugh, and they fell into an easy conversation from there. Wanda learned that Y/n lives with their sister, his parents were retired in Vancouver, Canada. She made a mental note to travel there as it seems like a wonderful place to live. Y/n just recently graduated from University and had planned on moving to New York once they had saved enough money.
Y/n learned that Wanda was also fond of drawing, painting, anything art related. She drew flowers that she grew in her garden mostly, but she occasionally draws a portrait of people. And she was actually pretty good.
Wanda gave him a tour of the house, her kitchen was surprisingly well equipped. Her living room had a 4K flat screen TV. She shyly admits that she enjoys watching movies and shows so she wanted put a little more money on investing in a decent screen. Y/n couldn't judge, they binge watch Netflix all the time too.
The clock soon hits 11 o'clock and Y/n remains the only guest at her party. He felt pity on her, as he could see from all the drinks and food, she really went out of her way only for no one to show up. They would assumed that Wanda felt sad and depressed, but to quite honest, Wanda was so happy that even one person attend her party.
Y/n was kind and polite, they treated Wanda like she was their neighbor instead of some witch. She couldn't be more grateful.
They were playing a game of Jenga when she noticed how late it was. "It's getting late." She told him as he was pulling out a block of wood from the tower with pure concentration, he was even sticking out his tongue.
"Mhmmm... I just need to-" The tower then falls and he groaned in frustration. Wanda laughs at his adorable nature. "You did that on purpose, you just wanted to kick me out!" He jokingly accused her.
"I did not!" She playfully shoved his shoulder. Y/n helped her cleaned up the block of woods before being escorted to the front door by Wanda. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Maximoff. I had a really great time."
"Please, just Wanda." She smiled at him. "And I should be thank you. This is the most fun I've had in a long time."
"So did I." He smiled at her while stepping outside. "If you need anything, I'm just across the road. Don't hesitate to stop by."
"I will, thank you." She smiled sweetly at him. Y/n walked backwards while waving goodbye at her.
"And I want a rematch!" He said before finally turning around to walk back to his house. Wanda laughs saying 'Of course' under her breath and closed the door.
She leaned against the door and let out a happy sighed. I really made a friend!
Summary: None other than Cassandra Dimitrescu herself has piqued your interest, and you can very well say the same for her about you. Although she might’ve started the game, you intend to finish it.
Warnings: G!N READER but amab language used, stalker themes, violence, dirty talk, cussing, dacryphilia, gagging (mainly clothed… kind of) grinding, bj, fingering, p in v smex
A/N: uhhh yeah so… I took a long ass time on this one. Really wanted it to be good. Currently 2 am here, late night writing sessions have been taking up my time a lot lately. Life update tho, broke up w/ my partner, one of my bffs is going thru a rlly rough breakup atm. But then cranked this out so hey, not all bad. Good gods save me.
You’ve been feeling a pair of eyes on your for the past week. You know exactly what- who- has been watching you.
Cassandra Dimitrescu in the fucking flesh.
Perhaps you would be more on edge if the so-called predator was more stealthy in her pursuit. Maybe if she knew how to properly conceal herself, if her intentions were more difficult to read instead of communicating everything through a gaze alone, perhaps then you would be frightened. But that’s not the case.
Instead, she spends hours lurking behind corners, drilling holes into the back of your head from her never-relenting stare.
Quite frankly, it’s pissing you the fuck off.
The worst part is that you have no one to talk to about your mounting frustration. All of the staff serving at Castle Dimitrescu are double-faced cowards. They parade around false brave faces and talk shit about the family they serve when in the quiet of their rooms, but only then. When there’s any interaction with one of the sisters or the Lady, the servants trip over each other in a pathetic attempt to please.
It makes you sick. It makes you want to wrap your hand around the throats of every one of them until they tear at your wrists with their fingernails and beg for mercy. And you won’t let go until their faces turn the faintest shade of blue, right when their brain feels ready to explode out of their skull and the only thing they could hear is the pitter-patter of their own heartbeats. That’s when you’ll let them drop to the ground. That’s when you’ll watch them curl up in a ball on the floor. Oh, their desperate, pleading gasps would be snuffed by the whispering stone walls. And the oh-so arousing whimpers they would release upon receiving that craved, stinging sweet oxygen.
But as always, your bubbling rage has no outlet. Your utter contempt for the hypocrisy of the maids spreads like an expanding blood stain on a white handkerchief. You have never encountered any level of trouble with the Lady or her other two daughters, Bela and Daniela. Her middle child is the first and only being to arouse your curiosity. The urge to confront your stalker and tear the filthy dress off of her frame is illogical, and you repeatedly dismiss it as a recurrent intrusive thought. Cassandra has been invading your mind late at night, thoughts of her manifesting even in your dreams. It’s a new normal for you to wake at night with your lower half throbbing from arousal. Fantasies of pleasuring Cassandra until she weeps could only be blamed on your half-conscious state. You blame the animalistic instinct of lust that invades your brain on your only partially aware state, and your body betrays your brain as your hand slips beneath the covers. You loathe the automatic reaction that occurs in your body upon the first graze of flesh on flesh, imagining your fingers as hers. Despite your isolated sleeping quarters, you remain silent through your pleasure. The last thing you want is for Cassandra to hear the impact she has on you.
You’re too caught up in your thoughts of the previous nights, you don’t notice the nearing presence of the middle sister. A floorboard creaks from behind you, and the sound wakes the rest of your senses. A select few flies buzz almost teasingly in front of you, forming little moving dots in your vision. You resist the urge to swat at them. The rustic smell of semi-fresh blood assaults your nose, perhaps a few hours old but not yet old enough to lose its metallic smell. The hair on the back of your neck stands at attention, sending a shiver of warning down your spine. Your mouth, suddenly dry, aching for a glass of water.
Her mere presence infuriates you, lighting every one of your enhanced senses aflame. You lack her speed, her increased durability, but you share her immortality and strength. In addition, your mind is sharp, and your skill of perception far exceed her own.
You know what’s about to happen a split second before it does. It doesn’t make the blow to the side of your head hurt any less, and it doesn’t prevent your traitorous body from crumpling.
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You wake up to a pounding head that only worsens in magnitude when your eyes flutter open. The middle sister looms above your blinking eyes, bloodstained strands of brown hair tickling your face. You swat at her out of instinct, uncaring of the fact her mother is your employer. Iron digs into your wrist, limiting your movements and motion. Cassandra chuckles in amusement and your irritation grows.
“You hit me over the head,” you accuse, already certain but wanting confirmation. Cassandra is more than happy to respond, likely bored after wasting time waiting for you to wake up.
“Yup!” she laughs, popping the ‘p’ and infuriating you beyond any foreseeable end. “You passed out quicker than I thought.”
“You’ve been watching me for months, Cassandra,” you frown; the disapproving lilt in your tone when her name rolls off your tongue makes a shiver roll down her rapidly straightening spine.
Your immortal bones crack as you bend your neck in a stretch; although Cassandra could easily be convinced that you attempted to snap it. From where she looms above, close in front of your toes, your neck swings past 150 degrees in a speedy jerk of the head. Her next words hesitate on her tongue, and she clears her throat before she speaks.
“Yes,” her eyes meet your own briefly, then flickers off nervously to the side; you remain unblinking. “Originally, Mother assigned me to keep an eye on your suspiciously reclusive tendencies in concern of any outside conspiracy. However, it appears that her worries are for nothing.”
“So tell me why I am being held here, Cassandra,” you interrupt her rambling the instant you lose interest in her words. She sneers, cute but seeking comfort in having a listening ear for her flustered rambles. You find yourself lacking such patience as of late, and your strength ripples as you break through the old chains cuffing your hands.
Your hands dart out, fingers digging into her hips with enough strength to bruise a human’s bones. It’s just enough to install a decent amount of pressure in her skin, and your rough nails dig light crescents into her flesh as you pull her close. Your knee bumps hard against her core as your thigh forcefully slots between her own. Her shocked face twinged by a sudden pleasure meets inches from your face.
“What-“ she begins forcefully, and your hand flashes to grasp tightly on her jaw.
“You have been watching me, Cass. Therefore, I have been watching you. I see how you look at me, the lust in your eyes as if you wish to tear my clothes off. I regret to inform you that only one of us will be stripped tonight, and it sure as hell isn’t going to be me.”
Cassandra yanks her head away from your firm grip. “Not a chance in hell,” she exclaims, spittle falling past her lips and into your face.
You grin, and the sight is so sinister that the woman in your lap shudders upon meeting your gaze. Her hips involuntarily jerk against your thigh and Cassandra lets out a small whimper that makes you instantly throb down below.
“You are adorable, Cass,” you mutter lowly, running your hands along the curves in her torso and hips.
“Call me that again and I’ll bite your tongue off,” she growls.
You laugh. “Already eager to have my tongue in your mouth, hm?”
The brunette sputters angrily, searching for words that she’ll never have the chance to find. She falls silent when you thread your fingers through her tangled and bloodstained tresses. You harshly pull the chocolate locks towards you, forcing the middle daughter’s face to be a hairsbreadth away from your own. Her eyes flutter shut, her body betraying her screaming mind. You chuckle, she truly is adorable, despite how vehemently she denies it.
You don’t kiss her lips, instead you latch onto her neck, puncturing her pale flesh with your sharp incisors. Cassandra jerks in surprise, gasping out your name in a breathy whine that makes your heart race. Your vice-like grip on her hair is unyielding, forcing the brunette to writhe in place as you place mark after mark across her exposed skin. Her hips shakily ride your thigh, her intimacy growing closer to the bulge in your pants with every forward thrust.
“You want something?” you teasingly ask her upon pulling away from her neck, receiving only an irritated groan as a response.
You release your grasp on her hair but the woman makes no move to pull away. You still her grinding hips and Cassandra frantically catches your gaze.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” she hisses angrily.
The amusement is evident on your face, simultaneously embarrassing her as well as pissing her off. You lean forward until your lips brush against her ear and whisper, “I’ll give you another chance, pretty girl. Do you want something?”
You’re reminded of her bratty nature when she remains silent, Independently attempting to resume her pleasure. Honestly though, were you expecting any less? You have always loved a challenge, and brat taming Cassandra is next on your lengthy list of goals to achieve.
You bring your hands down to her inner thighs, groping the sensitive flesh and rearranging her position on your lap until you’re satisfied. Cassandra’s breathing is already labored, but hitches when you force her hips forward. Her panty-covered clit bumps against your clothed length with every grind, leaving a damp patch of arousal on your pants. The stimulation, while pleasant, would be a lot more pleasure inducing without clothes creating unpleasant friction. You snap the elastic of Cassandra’s underwear, and you don’t need to make another sound in order to get your message across. She hastily scrambles to stand on shaky legs, proceeding to yank the soaked fabric down her legs and kick them off of her ankles. You follow her lead, getting out of your chair to shimmy out of your pants. You don’t remove your briefs yet, waiting patiently. You’ll make the brat beg to be filled by your cock, one way or another.
You push Cassandra onto the chair you previously occupied and spread apart her legs. You don’t provide any warning before slamming two fingers into her sopping hole, eliciting a shriek to the heavens. She’s hardly tight around your fingers, practically aching to be filled fully. Still, you begin to thrust and explore with your fingers, tracing the insides of her walls and committing each reaction to memory. Cassandra’s moans are loud, and you soon find yourself muffling them with your mouth.
With your opposite hand you pinch her clit, making her squeal and causing you to smile into the kiss. Slowly at first, you begin to rub small circles across the aroused bud. Your fingers continue to curl differently with every thrust, searching for the sensitive spot that will make Cassandra see stars when you finally locate it. Her reaction nearly makes you cream, her back arching along with her neck as her perked nipples press into your chest.
You break the kiss, your raspy voice making Cassandra clench around your fingers when she hears you speak. “You’re so fucking wet, Cass. Your pussy is all loose, perfect for a dumb slut like you.”
She whimpers, her painted nails digging into the chair beneath her as she attempts to maintain any semblance of control and dignity. You add two more fingers, causing the brunette to gasp at the sudden stretch. You groan loudly, and Cassandra flushes deeply upon realizing that you are captivated by the sight of her dripping pussy, craning your neck to gain a better view.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” your murmur affectedly.
You set a relentless pace, jostling the chair from the force you exert.
“Fuck, keep going,” Cassandra moans.
You oblige, though you have no intention of allowing her to cum. Not yet, at least. The smell of sweat and sex floats into the air, an aroma you found to be common when you were younger.
Cassandra’s thighs start to shake ever so slightly, and despite never witnessing one of her orgasms, you know she’s going to cum soon if you continue. As soon as the first Romanian swear word falls from her lips, you halt, keenly aware that she will fall apart if you continue for even a second.
“No! No! Please! I was so close, please!” Cassandra sobs.
A sadistic grin curls your lips upwards when you catch sight of the first, singular tear that comes trickling out of Cassandra’s eye.
“Last chance, baby. Do you want something?”
She hesitates. More tears fall from her eyes as she looks at you with evident desperation. You take a step back to test her reaction. Her eyes widen; it takes every semblance of control you have to maintain a poker face. Your lips twitch upwards traitorously.
“Please fuck me!” Cassandra cries. “Please.”
“Tell me how,” the demand slips past your lips without a second thought.
Her eyes flicker down your clothed torso and settle on your straining briefs. You raise an eyebrow, you didn’t think she would give in so quickly. You should have anticipated her bold streak.
Your gut instinct was right.
“Fuck me or I’ll do it myself,” Cassandra growls, glaring at you with a fire blazing in her golden eyes.
You can’t wait to snuff out the flame, and this is something that you simply have to see. “On with it, then.”
The golden-eyed girl’s fierce expression falters, as if she expected you to cave in after her ridiculous threat. Still, she has her reputation to uphold, one where empty threats are the shame of the Dimitrescu family. With one last desperate plea from her eyes, she slowly rearranges herself on your lap, sliding down until her ass rests between your knees. She begins to rub at her clit with her non-dominant hand while the other collects her slick, spreading the sticky arousal across her fingers. She glances at you again, as if searching for approval, before sliding her coated fingers into herself.
You can’t tell if the moan she lets out is real or exaggerated, as it is straight up pornographic. You clench your jaw, exhaling heavily through your nose. You know that the brat is doing this to rile you up, so you switch into your indifference facade with more trouble than you’d ever like to admit. You lean away, the backing of the chair pressing uncomfortably into your back. You embrace the distracting pain, allowing the sensation to draw your focus towards the indenting metal.
Your lack of attention doesn’t stop Cassandra from pumping three fingers into herself with loud groans and whimpers of pleasure. You examine her further, this is a prime opportunity to learn what she likes. Her fingers leave her clit to pinch at clothed nipples that poke through the dark fabric of her dress. She twists and pulls, none too gently, and her hips buck from the new stimulation. Her fingers thrust faster, chasing a release just beyond reach. She sobs in frustration, unable to come without your hands on her. You’ve fucking ruined her for anyone else, no one has dared to treat a Dimitrescu in such a demeaning manner, and she craves the denunciation.
“Please,” she finally begs. “Please fill me.”
“How so?” you ask her softly, knowing with sickening surety that she will give in at last.
“I want your dick in my slutty pussy, please!” Cassandra whines.
You laugh as the woman cries. “Take off my briefs.”
She scrambles to comply, nearly falling off the chair in an effort to get on her knees in front of you. Cassandra glances up at you through watery eyelashes, pupils fully dilated from lust. You nod at her as she places her soaked fingers just under the waistband. She tugs down and your dick revels in the freedom, standing upright pridefully from between your hips. Cassandra takes you into her mouth without warning, gagging after swallowing just a third of your cock.
Your hands fly to her head, surprised by the sudden onslaught of pleasure. You allow her to set the pace; you didn’t even ask for her to pleasure you like this. Her mouth is warm, and her tongue teases the sensitive underside of your dick. She starts to slurp you with more vigor, head bobbing on your dick as she attempts to swallow more each time. You groan in appreciation.
“Good fucking girl,” you pant. “Just like that, baby.”
She moans around your cock, the vibrations making you tighten your grasp on her hair. Cassandra gags as you harshly tug on her hair, forcing her nose to meet your pelvis. You hold her there until her hands twitch ever so slightly towards your thighs. You pull her off and let her inhale sweet oxygen before you begin to mercilessly fuck her throat.
“Look at me, slut.”
Cassandra’s glassy eyes meet your domineering stare and she moans again, the vibration making you pulse. Her throat bulges with every thrust of your dick, her jeweled choker only adding to your pleasure. You abuse her mouth until you teeter on the edge of release, then pulling out completely. Cassandra whimpers from the loss, though you don’t let her grieve for long.
“Bend over the back of the chair, Cass,” you murmur.
Once again, she rushes to obey your orders, nearly tripping over her own feet as she struggles to stand on shaky limbs. You chuckle lowly, offering a hand to aid the beauty. She gladly accepts the gesture just to feel your warmth seeping into her bare skin.
You lead her to the opposite side of the chair, placing her hand on the top of the backrest from behind the seat. Without needing to be told, she hitches her dress above her hips as she bends over. Her puffy, dripping cunt on display just for you as she sways to both sides. You can’t resist the urge to swat at her supple ass, and Cassandra moans loudly at the inflicted pain.
“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” you ask, verbally confirming that she’s okay with this.
“Please,” she responds.
You align the tip of your dick with her hole, giving yourself a few pumps before smearing a fresh spurt of pre across her inner lips. Your tip presses against her swollen clit, circling around before you realign with her entrance. Gradually, your girth stretches out her drooling pussy. Groans of pleasure are released simultaneously. Cassandra shudders from the overall size of your dick as you slowly start to bottom out inside of her. Soon, her ass is pressing against the front of your thighs, and you plan on allowing her to adjust for a few seconds before moving.
Your lover makes it abundantly clear that she has other plans. She jerks back, swallowing you even further and you quickly still her hips with your hands. Teary eyes beg at you, but you set a painfully slow pace regardless. Her wants are irrelevant at the moment, you keep in mind as you recall how powerful an well-drawn out orgasm is.
Despite her whimpers and pleas for you to move quicker, you maintain a steady rhythm. The stimulation is still enough to add to the strain of Casaandra’s vocal chords.
When you’re pleased with the amount of slick that drips down her thighs and onto the floor, you substantively pick up the pace. Cassandra’s moans increase in volume the harder you rail into her, and you reach around her slim waist to rub tight circles on her clit. Your fingers trail up a stomach as smooth as porcelain, slowly tracing meaningless patterns as you reach to stimulate her nipples. Her walls begin to flutter around you, and you recklessly pound into her with full force. You choke back your pleasure to help Cassandra achieve her own. The chair screeches against the floor it was previously bolted to.
A string of stuttering Romanian curses escape her mouth as her legs start to shake. You briefly remove your hands from her body only to grip onto both hips, forcing her back to meet your powerful thrusts so you can reach deeper.
“Can-“ she starts before a moan strangles her. “Can I cum? Please?”
Your heart swells at the fact that she’s asking for permission, proof of how far she had already gotten in your training.
“Go on, my good girl,” you mutter loud enough for her pleasure-induced brain to pick up on.
A spray of liquid hits your thighs, and you look down in surprise as Cassandra floods the floor beneath you two.
“Fuck,” you groan as her walls spontaneously clamp down on your dick.
Your thrusts grow erratic, suddenly seeking out your own pleasure even as Cassandra cries out from the overstimulation.
“Cass, fuck. You’re so tight. Feels so good, baby,” you groan as her walls flutter weakly, gushes of shining liquid escaping from her every time you draw back.
The brunette’s legs wobble dangerously, and you flex your arms, fingers digging into her supple skin in order to hold her up
“Shit, gonna fill you up so good,” you babble. “You want that, hm?”
Cassandra’s voice is hoarse when she answers, “Please. I need to have you inside, make me full. Make me carry your child.”
Her words, laced with lustful desperation, cause dirty fantasies of fucking her with a round belly, milk dripping out of bloated breasts. It’s not possible, logically you know that, and Cassandra does too. But the mere thought is enough for your release to be triggered, milky white coating the fleshy interior of Cassandra’s gushing cunt. As soon as the first warm spurt hits her walls, you feel Cassandra cum again. You shallowly thrust in order ro draw out both of your orgasms. Slowly lessening the length of your retreat until you simply remain buried deep inside of her, barely thrusting as if to force your sperm further into her guts.
Cassandra’s legs give out, and you catch her before she has the chance to hit the floor. Your cum dribbles out of her abused pussy, and the sight is enough to get you fully hard again.
“One more,” you promise.
Cassandra makes no attempt to protest, simply letting you use her as your own personal fucktoy. Your thrusts are hard and fast, resuming the previous pace as if you didn’t just experience a mind-shattering orgasm. Cassandra cums twice more before you empty your second load into her, all while moaning like a lycan in heat.
She’s completely limp as you pull out of her, only whimpering at the loss and desperately shoving her fingers inside of her cunt to prevent your cum from leaking out.
You pick up your pants, pulling them on with a determined haste. You grab both pairs of ruined underwear, stuffing them into separate pockets in your pants. You then pick up Cassandra, bridal style, forcing her hand out of her cunt as you adjust her dress in your hold. As quick as you can, you rush to her room, taking paths you know are unoccupied.
Once there, you gently place her on her bed. Then you rush to the connected bathroom, turning on the faucet to the sink to wet a washcloth with warm water.
Cassandra hasn’t moved an inch from where you left her, and you gently spread her legs to clean in between her thighs. She stirs at the feeling, greeting you with a dazed, lazy grin that makes your heart ache.
‘If only I was more than a fuck to her,’ you think wishfully as you scrub her down.
Little did you know, you were much more than a bed-warmer.
The last woman... absolutely heartbreaking💔. Where is the outcry now, where is the UN now? Why is the world silent when something horrible like this happens to the muslim /arab world ? I will never forgive them for being silent. Now I at least know they are all full of shit and no one actually cares about human life.
