Summary: Wanda wakes up feeling sticky and confused, and only you know how to make that achy feeling go away.
Tags: R is a binary trans man, R has phalloplasty, Corruption, Grinding, Marking, Pussy Eating, Praise, Begging, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Sex, Emotional Sex, Creampie
A/N: This is the last fic for this year's collection of Dom, Binary Trans Men fics for Pride Month :) I will continue to write for that kind of reader, of course, but it felt extra special this month and I really enjoyed doing it. This fic is also personal to me, which is why I used it as the finale. Enjoy!
Today was one of those weird mornings. Wanda woke up feeling all wet and sticky between her legs and she had no idea why. Her back was pressed against your front, her ass against your cock, and every time she shifted, she felt another jolt of sensation between her legs.
She didn't understand it. This had been happening more and more often now that she had moved into your room and started sharing the same bed as you. She'd feel you pressing against her and her pussy would just get all achy.
She tried to make it go away by gently rubbing against you, but that only seemed to make it worse. She could feel the slickness beginning to coat her thighs now. She rolled over, looking at you to see if you were still asleep.
Big mistake. Seeing you all sleepy and handsome just made her throb even more. Wanda's eyes raked over your beefy frame, admiring the way the dull morning light made the scars on your chest glimmer slightly. She whimpered, leaning forward and nuzzling her face against your broad chest, taking in your scent and sturdiness.
"Y/N?" she quietly mumbled, her face buried in your chest as she straddled your thigh, gently rocking against it to try to get some relief. She needed you to wake up, needed you to explain what was happening to her.
You were a heavy sleeper, but you were also very attuned to your girlfriend's needs. You blinked your eyes open as she mumbled your name a second time, taking in the scene.
You felt Wanda pressed up against you, needy and clingy as she always was in the mornings. But then you felt the motion against your thigh and the wetness that bypassed the thin scrap of her panties. You heard her trying to hold back little whimpers, and then it all clicked for you. Wanda needed to be fucked.
You sat up now, your big hands going to her hips and gripping them tightly. You slowed her grinds, bringing one hand up to her chin to make her look into your eyes as you asked, "What's going on, sweet girl?"
Wanda bit her lip, trying to avoid eye contact with you. She was so shy, and what she was feeling just seemed so… dirty. She blushed a deep pink when you spoke again, "Look at me, love. You know you can tell me anything."
Wanda slowly brought her eyes up from your chest to your eyes, and just due to her nature, she gave the most coy and shy answer possible, "I just… I feel weird."
You gave her a gentle smile, knowing it was going to take some work to get a good answer out of her. "Weird how, baby? Can you describe what feels weird?"
Wanda looked down once more, trying to avoid your gaze. She felt so embarrassed that she was even telling you this at all. "It feels weird… between my legs. I woke up sticky."
Finally. Now you were getting somewhere. You reached a hand down, gently rubbing one finger over her crotch, causing her to jolt and whimper again. "Is this where it feels weird, princess?"
Wanda nodded, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders to steady herself. "M-mhm! I woke up and it felt sticky down there, and I don't know why. When I rub myself against you, it only makes it worse!"
God, she was so adorable. You just wanted to ravish her right now, but you knew you had to be gentle. You pulled her closer to you so that she was now sitting completely in your lap, your hands sliding under her oversized t-shirt (one she stole from you) and running along her curves. You spoke in a gentle, understanding tone as you soothed her. "Ohhh, okay, love. I understand. Can I ask you a question, though?"
Wanda nodded, pressing herself as close to your body as she possibly could, gently shivering from your touches. "Y-yeah. Of course."
"Did you have any weird dreams last night?" you asked, pausing your touches to look up at her so she knew that she had your full attention.
Wanda paused, thinking about it. Her nose scrunched adorably in confusion as she thought back to her dreams, and then, once they came to her, a blush dawned across her face. "Uh… yeah. I had one that was… kinda weird, I guess."
You nodded, staying quiet, allowing your girlfriend to continue at her own pace. "Um… I had this dream where I was with you. We were right here in bed, and, uh, you were on top of me. You were making me feel really good, and then I woke up feeling sticky. But what correlation does that even have?"
Wanda was fairly naive, thanks to her sheltered Sokovian upbringing and limited education. Now, as an adult, she often didn't understand nuances or universally recognized concepts that the majority of people did. You were endlessly patient with her, always willing to explain things to her.
You gave her a smile, brushing some hair out of her face that she was using as a way to hide from you. "There is a correlation, baby."
Wanda looked confused, her head instinctively lolling to the side as she tried to figure it out before you explained it. How cute.
"You had something called a wet dream," you continued, "Sometimes, when people have dreams about things that turn them on or they find hot, they wake up feeling aroused."
You reached down, running your fingers along the soaked fabric of her panties. "This stickiness? It's just your body telling you that you're needy, that you want to be touched."
Wanda's face was completely flushed at the explanation you gave, feeling even more embarrassed than she was before, but also so, so needy. She ground herself against your lap again, whining as she felt the ridge of your cock. "O-oh. I… wow, okay."
Fuck, she was so adorable. You just wanted to… eat her up.
Your hands went to her hips, stopping her motions so she could focus on you again. You made her make eye contact once more, her mouth hanging open adorably as you murmured, "Do you want me to make the aching go away, love? Do you want me to help you feel better?"
Wanda nodded dumbly, leaning in so that her head was tucked in the crook of your neck. "Y-yes, please."
You smirked, leaning down to give the top of her head a kiss as you replied, "Okay then, princess. Daddy's gonna make you feel all better."
You then slowly moved Wanda so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, getting down to kneel between her legs once she was in position. You parted her legs slightly, and began to kiss up her soft, creamy thighs as she trembled.
You knew that Wanda was innocent and new to sex, so you had to take it slow. You two had been intimate before, but it usually just led to Wanda cumming within five minutes, getting emotional, and then wanting to cuddle and watch a sitcom. You were always down for whatever she wanted, but this morning, you wanted to really take care of her.
"Spread your legs a little wider for me, pretty girl," you murmured, her thighs instinctively closing around your head before you could even get to where she needed you most. Wanda immediately complied, nervously spreading her legs for you.
Once you'd kissed all the way up to her crotch, you didn't pull her panties off immediately. You wanted to get her there slowly. You reached up, gently rubbing your thumb over the fabric of her panties, right where you knew her clit was. Your ministrations caused her to jolt, a loud, "Oh!" involuntarily leaving her throat.
"Yeah? Does that feel good?" you murmured, continuing to slowly rub over her clit before dragging your thumb further downwards and feeling how wet she was.
Wanda was wearing pretty white panties, and they were so soaked by her own arousal, you could see the outline of her pussy completely clearly. God, she looked delicious, so needy for some touch and friction. "You're so wet, love. You must have had a bunch of naughty dreams, hmm?"
The condescending tone of your voice made Wanda throb, her hand coming down to rest on the top of your head, lightly squeezing your hair. "I… I've been so sticky since I woke up. Please… just make me feel better."
You looked up at her, giving her a wink before reaching up to her hips to pull her panties down. God, she looked even more beautiful all bare like this. Her folds were soaked, her clit hard and throbbing, her cunt looking so empty and needy. You leaned forward, breathing in her scent before placing a slow, soft kiss to her clit. "You're so beautiful, my sweet girl. What a gorgeous pussy. And all for daddy, right?"
Wanda nodded, biting her lip as she pushed her sex closer to your face, trying to get any amount of friction that she could. "Y-yes, daddy. My pussy belongs to you."
Her confirmation made you growl, and you waited no longer, finally attaching your mouth to her clit and beginning to suck. Her body jolted, a high-pitched wail leaving her mouth as the pleasure overtook her. "FUCK! Oh my God…"
You smirked against her cunt at the sound of her pleasure, your tongue traveling downwards to lick a long stripe through her folds, from bottom to top. You felt her hips push closer to your tongue, desperate for more of your touch.
You couldn't help but groan at her taste, you always did. She tasted absolutely divine. You lapped at her pussy hungrily, trying to absorb as much of that sweet tang as you could. "Goddamn, babygirl… you taste like heaven."
Wanda whimpered loudly as the vibrations from your words hit her clit, her hand tightening in your hair. Her thighs wrapped back around your head, but this time, you loved it. She whined, "I… I wanna taste good for you, daddy."
Fuck, she was so eager to please, even when she was the one being pleasured. You couldn't get enough of it. Your tongue then dove into her, pushing as deep inside her heat as it could go. That earned a scream from her, a desperate whine of, "Don't stop!"
You followed that command well, continuing to alternate between licking along her slit, pushing your tongue inside her, and sucking her clit. Her hips were going crazy by now, bucking up to grind against your tongue with each swipe it made.
To stabilize yourself, you reached up, your big hands wrapping tightly around her plush thighs, squeezing them to give her even more sensation. Wanda whined loudly, her fingers tightening in your hair as her thighs began to tremble.
As you sucked particularly hard on her clit, you heard her mumble, "D-daddy? 'M close…"
You let out an involuntary groan, her voice was so needy and sweet, and the feeling of your vocalization on her clit made her thighs clench even tighter. You were able to pull away for just long enough to be able to reply, "Cum, sweet girl. Cum for daddy."
Your permission was enough to send Wanda over the edge, and within seconds, you heard her wailing, "DADDY!" and felt her clit throbbing against your tongue. Your sweet girl was shaking as she came, her soft whimpers gracing your ears as her pussy throbbed, and you happily licked up every single trace of her orgasm.
You pressed a final kiss to her clit before getting up, ready to clean Wanda up and give her aftercare, but you noticed something in her gaze. Her eyes weren't fucked out like they usually were when you two had sex. She still looked hungry.
Speaking of her eyes, they were locked onto your crotch. You were still just wearing the boxers you had slept in, and her eyes were on your bulge. You chuckled, but you wanted to hear it from her, first. "Is something wrong, love? Do you need something else from me?"
Wanda realized you had caught her staring, and though she already looked a mess from cumming, she somehow blushed even more. "I… uh… well…"
She was so shy. So adorable. You walked closer to her, her eyes still focused on the outline of your cock as you approached her. You tilted her head up once more, her big, needy eyes locking onto yours again. "Words, princess. Tell me what you need."
Your prompting always helped her, and Wanda managed to shyly mumble, "I… you made me feel soooo good. I just… I still feel empty, daddy."
God, the sheer need in Wanda's voice should have been illegal. It took everything in you to not just bend her over right then and there, but you wanted to ruin her slowly.
"I can help with that, sweetheart," your murmured as you shifted her position once more, having her lay down on the bed, head in the pillows and her legs still spread wide.
You pulled your boxers down, your soft cock bouncing free. You reached down to where the pump was, squeezing your balls to bring yourself from soft to hard. Wanda bit her lip as she watched; it was a sight that always made her wet, knowing that you were getting yourself hard for her.
Once you were fully hard, Wanda made grabby hands at you, whining, "C'mere, daddy."
You laughed, crawling across the bed so you were on top of her, gazing down into her beautiful eyes. You leaned down to give her a slow, deep kiss, mumbling, "'M here, princess. I'm right here, and I'm ready for you."
You grabbed the base of your cock, sliding it along Wanda's slick folds to get it lubed up and ready for her. Wanda whimpered as the tip bumped against her clit, bucking her hips up to try to pull you inside of her. "Please fuck me," she whined, "Please."
It was impossible for you to say no to that voice, and with one rough thrust, you buried yourself all the way inside of her. The sudden intrusion caused Wanda to cry out, her hands flying up to your broad back to anchor herself.
You let out a deep groan as you felt Wanda clench around you. her warmth pulling you as deep as you could get. You leaned down to kiss her as you began to slowly thrust, growling in her ear, "Fuck, babygirl. Your pussy is perfect."
Wanda let out a giggle that mixed with a moan, her black-pained fingernails digging into your back as she let herself get lost in the pleasure, "'N your cock feels amazing, daddy. You fill me up so good."
You began to thrust faster, the knowledge that you stretched her out working like an aphrodisiac, making you want her even more. Wanda whimpered, "Yes, daddy!" at the quickened pace, and you knew you were making your girl feel amazing.
Wanda loved to feel completely owned by you during sex, so as you fucked her, you leaned down, your mouth latching onto her neck and leaving dark marks that everyone would see tomorrow. Your voice was low and ragged as you spoke, "You're mine. Your heart is mine. Your cunt is mine. It all belongs to me."
Your possessiveness made Wanda clench even harder around you, your intense works making her clit throb. Her fingers dug even harder into your back as she keened, "Fuck, yes. You own me. Mark me. I'm yours."
You groaned at the sheer need in her voice, beginning to fuck her harder. You imagined filling her up, claiming her in the deepest way possible, and it made you twitch inside of her. Your hands went to her hips, holding her in place as you continued to slam into her needy pussy.
Wanda was nearly crying from pleasure at this point, overwhelmed by the feeling of being fucked hard by the man she loved more than anything. One of her hands came down from where it was on your back and gently rubbed along the scar on your forearm from where the skin graft was taken for your phalloplasty. "You're so handsome daddy. I wanna be full of you. Please cum in me."
You nodded, her desperate plea and the way she so reverently touched your scar spurring you on. You pinned her down now, your fingers lacing with hers as you pinned both of her hands to the bed beside her head. "Gonna fill you up, sweet girl. Gonna pump my load so deep inside of you.
Wanda was trembling as a result of the rough pace and your dirty words, some red magic beginning to emanate from her hands, where both of yours were interlocked. That always meant she was close. She whimpered, begging, "Please, please do it…"
Seeing her so needy, so submissive, so spread out and begging for you, a man who never thought he'd find a woman who'd accept him as he is, was enough to push you over the edge. You let out a deep groan as you buried yourself to the hilt inside of her, your cock throbbing as it leaked clear, sticky cum inside of her. "Fuck, Wanda! I love you!"
Feeling you cum inside her was enough to give Wanda her orgasm; the woman trembled, her body shaking and red magic swirls darting out from her body as she wailed your name, cumming for the second time this morning. "Y/N! Daddy! Fuck! I-I love you, too!"
You had been slowly thrusting as she came, helping her through her climax, but once you saw she had calmed down, your thrusts slowed, and you just gazed down at her. Now she had that fucked out look in her eyes that you had been waiting for. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You were such a good girl, baby. Do you feel better now?"
Wanda nodded, her arms reaching up to hug you, pulling you back down on top of her once you let go of her hands. "Much better. You always make that ache go away."
You smiled, admiring her adorable, post-coital expression. You gave her another kiss as you finally rolled off of her, pulling her into your strong embrace. Her favorite place to be.
She sighed deeply as she cuddled into you, her face pressed against your scars like she was first thing this morning. As she drifted back off to sleep, she mumbled, "I know we have an Avengers meeting soon. Shush. That can wait.
And wait it could. Because to you, the only thing that mattered right now was the woman lying in your arms, the woman who saw you as you, and loved you regardless. She was worth more than anything in the entire world.
Pairing: Switch!Natasha Romanoff x Dom!FtM!Reader x Sub!Wanda Maximoff
Word Count: ~7.5k
Summary: Hearing Natasha and Y/N fuck every night through the thin walls of her room drives Wanda crazy. Suddenly, thanks to a misunderstanding and a bit of pervy behavior, Wanda gets an opportunity to join in on their fun.
Tags: R is a binary trans man, R has phalloplasty, Pervy!Wanda (if you squint), Dom!Nat for Wanda, Sub!Nat for Reader, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Threesome, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Cum eating, Praise, Light BDSM Dynamics, Daddy kink (R), Vaginal Sex, Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Squirting, Breast Play, Clit Play, Wanda is in Subspace, Overstimulation
A/N: This story was requested by anon and is part of my collection of Dom, Binary Trans Men fics for Pride. :) I lowkey think the second half of this story is better than the first, so if you initially hate it, pls hang in there 😔🙏
It had been torture for Wanda ever since she had moved into the Avengers compound.
She had been thrilled when she found out that the room she was placed in was next to Natasha Romanoff and Y/N's. She was just a wall away from the Black Widow and one of the most powerful super soldiers in the world; she hoped that the proximity would help her make some new friends and maybe even learn a few new combat skills.
She couldn't have been more wrong, though. The only thing she got from the proximity was a pair of drenched panties every night.
Every single night, without fail, Natasha and Y/N made love. A better way to describe it would be to say they fucked, considering how loudly she heard Natasha cry out for them and how she could always hear the headboard slamming against the wall.
She thought that the walls in such a high tech facility would be thicker, but alas, she was stuck hearing Natasha get fucked the way she yearned to every night. But she wouldn't deny that she liked it. Now, she was so used to it that she got sad if she couldn't hear them.
Tonight was particularly intense. Y/N was being extra rough, and Natasha was loving every minute of it. Wanda's skirt was up around her waist, her panties long discarded somewhere across her room as she desperately rubbed her clit.
"Fuck, you love this dick, don't you?" Y/N growled, and Wanda could hear their hand coming down to land on Natasha's ass with a loud smack!
She'd begun fingering herself by that point, and she answered Y/N's question with a whisper so there was no risk of the couple hearing, "Y-yes. I love your cock so much, Y/N."
Natasha, on the other hand, wailed out loudly, "Fuck yes, daddy! You feel so fucking good!"
Y/N grunted in return, their hand coming down on Natasha's ass once more, and Wanda could hear the bed frame slamming against the wall even harder.
God. Wanda's clit throbbed as she imagined how Y/N looked as Natasha called them daddy. Probably feral and sexy. From listening in on the couple for months, she knew all the things that drove Y/N crazy.
Wanda got lost in her own thoughts, imagining Y/N pounding her, begging daddy to go harder, to use her as their cum dump. The thought of being so thoroughly used made Wanda whine, her hand immediately clasping over her mouth, praying neither of the people in the next room over heard her.
Fortunately, they were too lost in their own moment to even consider someone could be listening in. At night, when they were like this, they essentially forgot Wanda even existed.
"Please, please let me cum on your cock, daddy!" Natasha keened, clearly desperate for her orgasm. "I've been such a good girl, please!"
Y/N wasn't the only one who made Wanda's clit throb. Natasha did, too. Wanda would be lying if she said she didn't stare at the woman whenever she had a chance. The Widow had full lips, sensual hips, and curves to die for. Who wouldn't look?
Wanda always got so needy and sticky when she thought about the older woman. She'd imagine grinding against her, rubbing her cunt against Natasha's as the two women squirmed and whimpered into each other's mouths.
She was pulled out of her thoughts once again when she heard Y/N's deep, feral voice command Natasha, "Cum, sweet girl. Cum for daddy. You earned it."
That did it for Wanda. Her pussy throbbed, clenching hard around her fingers as she came, letting out a high pitched whine that was fortunately overshadowed by Natasha screaming "FUCK!" over and over again.
She laid there, panting, her sheets soaked with her own fluids. She turned her head, staring at the wall that separated her from the two people she yearned for. For now, she'd find a way to be content with her own fingers and the sounds of their pleasure.
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Wanda was awoken with a start the next morning at the sound of someone rapping on her door. She had fallen asleep in the same position she had came in last night, skirt bunched up around her waist with nothing covering her underneath.
"Just a moment!" she squeaked out, flying out of bed, scrambling to pick her panties up from where she had tossed them last night and slid them back on. Once she was decent and smoothed her skirt out, looking as presentable as possible for a girl who spent the majority of the night touching herself, she went to open the door.
She froze when she saw that it was the woman she'd spent the whole night listening in on, Natasha Romanoff herself. After gawking for a couple seconds, Wanda stammered, "H-hey, Natasha. What's up?"
Natasha smiled softly at Wanda. Wanda's eyes had gone from Natasha's own to her neck and collarbone, which easily drew the eye, due to the fact that she was absolutely covered in hickeys. Natasha let out a small laugh as she saw the younger woman's eyes dart from her face to her neck, and back again. "What you're staring at is what's up. Y/N and I got a little wild last night, and Fury doesn't tolerate any signs of lovemaking in meetings. I have an info session in fifteen minutes, so I gotta get this covered up. You have any spare concealer?"
Wanda gulped. She had barely heard what Natasha had said. All she had been thinking about were the marks and imagining how amazing it must feel to be marked by Y/N. Once she registered Natasha's question about concealer, she awkwardly turned, inviting Natasha in and beginning to rummage through her makeup bag.
Natasha glanced over her shoulder, peeking at the contents of her bag. The spy at heart never truly went away. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick. Definitely fitting for the young woman's emo style.
As for Wanda, she was practically sweating as she dug around for the concealer. She could feel Natasha's eyes on her. She wondered what she was thinking; it felt like Natasha could somehow tell that she had been listening in on she and Y/N last night. God. That thought was just making her more flustered as she desperately shoved different products aside, trying to get to the one Natasha needed.
Finally, she felt the shape of the small bottle of concealer at the bottom of her bag, quickly pulling it out and offering it up to Natasha, almost too eagerly. "Here! Sorry, it was literally at the very bottom of my bag. I hope it works!"
Natasha smiled at her, gazing at Wanda like she was thinking about something more than just concealer. She took it from Wanda's hand, turning it over in her own, examining the shade, before handing it back to her. "You seem pretty good with makeup. Can you put it on for me? It's always such a weird angle, having to cover up hickeys."
A soft blush involuntary spread across Wanda's face at Natasha's request, but she knew she would be a fool to say no. She swallowed hard once again, taking the concealer back and nodding, squeaking out, "Mhm. Sure. Just let me grab a blender."
Wanda turned back to her makeup bag, trying to soothe herself. She'd talked to Natasha many times before, why did she feel so flustered this time? Maybe her crush on the woman was bigger than she thought… Her mind traitorously wandered back to the image of them grinding on each other, and a shiver went through her. She needed to stop. Focus on the moment.
Once Wanda had taken the time to calm herself, feigning difficulty in finding her beauty blender, despite it being at the top of the bag, she made her way back over to Natasha, already sitting at her desk with her makeup light pointed towards her neck. Natasha laughed at how nervous Wanda looked, beckoning her over with an inviting wave of her hand. "Come on, Wanda. I don't bite. Now I only have ten minutes, so let's get this done, and I'll get out of your hair."
Wanda nodded, leaning against the edge of the desk as she squirted some concealer onto the blender, beginning to pat it along the marks on Natasha's neck. Natasha was staring at the younger woman as she worked, but Wanda couldn't handle the redhead's intense gaze, so she opted to look at the marks instead.
She tried to not pay attention to the way her pussy throbbed as she stared at them. She almost hated covering them up, she wanted to stare at the proof of Y/N's passion all day. They were so dark. So intense. So clearly possessive. All she could imagine was being on the receiving end, being pinned to the bed as they laid their claim on her-
"Five minutes, Wanda. We still have half of my neck to go. Chop chop."
Natasha's words snapped her out of it, and she quickly nodded, mumbling, "Sorry," as she reapplied concealer to the blender and patted it into the other side of Natasha's throat.
Wanda had tried to work fast, but she was a perfectionist at heart, and by the time Natasha had to go, there were still a few spots left. The latter quickly checked herself in the mirror, analyzing Wanda's work before speaking, "Thanks for all you did, Wanda. Better than I've ever done, you're dedicated."
She then picked up the concealer, twirling it in her fingers as she continued, "Can I take this? There's a couple spots left, I'll just quickly cover them up using my fingers as I walk there, and I'll return this to you later. That okay?"
Wanda nodded, almost dumbly. She would have said yes to anything Natasha asked of her. "Yeah, of course! No worries, just get to your meeting! I hope it goes well!"
Wanda thought she sounded way too earnest. She wanted to kick herself for it. But Natasha just smiled, pocketing the makeup product as she quickly left Wanda's room, calling out as she walked, "Thanks again for everything, hun! I appreciate it!"
Wanda was glad she was no longer in Natasha's line of vision as she said that, because now, her face was red as a tomato. Hun. Natasha had called her a pet name, a term of endearment. She knew it meant nothing. She was just being kind. But Wanda couldn't deny the wetness soaking through her panties after that whole encounter. Now, she'd ruined this pair twice in the span of twelve hours. Fuck.
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Wanda had hoped to see Natasha sometime throughout the day to strike up another conversation but, unfortunately, no such moment occurred.
She had spent the day training with Clint. Wanda figured Natasha was probably off at the mission she had the info session about this morning. She was disappointed, but she knew she'd see the woman again eventually. Or, maybe, she'd even see Y/N. That would be a dream. She could ask about the concealer, maybe Y/N would bring her back to their room to look for it, and then, if she was lucky, Y/N would-
"Ouch!" Wanda squealed, pulled out of her dirty thoughts by the feeling of one of Clint's arrows grazing her forearm. She was supposed to have been using her magic to stop his fire, but she had been a little too lost in her own head.
She looked down at where the arrow had struck her. No blood, thankfully, but she could already see a bruise forming. She knew that if Steve, her Avengers mentor and sponsor, saw this injury, he would fuss over it for at least a week and prevent her from training, though it was really just a minor scratch.
Wanda gave Clint a wave, signaling to him she was fine and that she was just going to take care of it as she walked back to her room. Some concealer would cover this up just fine. It's what she always used when she got these little bruises she wanted to hide from Steve.
Her mind had been so lost in the fantasy of Y/N, along with getting surprised by Clint's arrow, that she completely forgot a certain hot redhead currently had her concealer. She rummaged through her makeup bag, spending a whole ten minutes searching, before she looked up, her eyes landing on her makeup light that had been left on from this morning.
Now she remembered. She didn't have the concealer. The hottest woman in the compound did. She didn't want to go hunting for Nat, but she needed the makeup. She had training with Steve at 8:30 tomorrow, and if she didn't have the bruise covered by then, she was screwed.
She checked the time. 7:15. Y/N and Natasha's ravenous fuck sessions usually didn't start until 8:00 at the very earliest, so she knew she had more than enough time to sneak in their room, quickly look to see if the concealer was there, and sneak back out.
She was all nerves, but she swallowed her fear and crept out of her room, walking just a few feet away to the couple's. She pressed her ear against the door, listening for any kind of sound at all. Even if they weren't fucking, she still didn't want them to know she was there.
Fortunately, though, she heard nothing, and, with the help of her magic, unlocked the door and stepped in. She shut the door ever so carefully behind her, creeping down the small entryway towards the main room, already looking frantically for her concealer.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't let herself get distracted. Nope. No way. Not even by Y/N's boxers hanging off the laundry basket, which she yearned to sniff, or Natasha's collection of lingerie she saw through the cracked door of their closet.
Focus, Wanda, focus, she told herself, In and out. Get the concealer, leave. That's all this is.
Her eyes traveled from their clothes to their desks. She could tell which one belonged to each resident of the room, with one being strewn with empty protein shake cans and unfinished mission reports, and the other being organized, the only things out on the desk being a planner, a photo of Y/N and Natasha kissing on New Year's, and a thin tube of makeup.
The concealer. Finally.
Though she had eyes on it, her task was far from over. The desks were all the way in the other corner of their room, and Wanda was still crouched in the entryway, hand hovering over the door handle.
She took a deep breath, swallowing before beginning to walk across the room. She loved her magic, but in this moment, she wished she had her brother's super speed. Maybe if she were less nervous, she would have thought to just use it to float the concealer across the room. But when has anyone ever thought rationally when they're nervous?
As Wanda got to the desk and snagged the small bottle, shoving it in the pocket of her skirt, she suddenly realized the white noise she hadn't even registered was there in the first place had stopped. A dull hum, a pitter patter that had been going in one ear and out the other was now gone, replaced by the sound of laughter, a man's deep voice, and a woman's smooth voice.
Her head snapped towards where the voices were coming from, and she saw a door with light coming out from the crack under it. Fuck. She had been so absorbed in their clothes and desks, Wanda's eyes had simply grazed over that door when she had first looked around the room, not even giving it a second thought.
She now immediately registered what it was. A bathroom. God, she felt so stupid. They had been here all along, showering together, and the white noise that the water provided simply bypassed her senses.
Wanda knew she should have run. Should have booked it out of there the second the concealer landed in her pocket, but as the bathroom door handle began to turn, she froze. Her irrational thoughts overriding her mind once again, she quickly ducked under Natasha's desk, crouching down and hiding behind the chair the best she could.
Fortunately for her, though, Natasha and Y/N were far too absorbed in each other to even take the slightest notice of her. As they walked, or rather stumbled, out of the bathroom, they were both completely naked, wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing so hard it looked like they were eating each other's faces off.
"Fuck, I love seeing my marks on you again," Y/N growled, climbing onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as they pulled Natasha on their lap, to which she happily complied, "Fuck Fury for making you cover them up. You're mine, and everyone should know it."
Natasha moaned then as Y/N leaned in, kissing over the marks they had left last night, beginning to redo the ones that had already begun to fade. "Baby, it's just policy. Some things we just have to deal with. Everyone knows you own me. You saw how fast the concealer washed off in the shower."
Y/N simply huffed, continuing to kiss and squeeze at Natasha. "Where'd you even get that, anyway? The brand you get doesn't come off that easily."
Natasha threw her head back, her hands absentmindedly coming up to run through Y/N's wet hair as she mumbled, "The new recruit in the room next to us gave me it. Wanda."
Y/N simply let out a grunt of acknowledgment, their mouth going down to kiss along her collarbone and breasts. Natasha let out a whine, hips bucking before speaking again, "She's a sweetheart, you know. I think she has the hots for me."
Y/N laughed a little, pausing their ministrations to look back up at their lover, "She's cute. I did training with her last week and she shivered every time I put my hands on her to correct her form. She let out a little gasp when my hand went to her hip. I think she's into me, too."
Natasha giggled as she imagined Wanda that way, leaning down to give Y/N another kiss. "Well, who can blame her? You're a sexy man."
Y/N moaned into her kiss, grabbing her and flipping her over so that they were now on top. "And you're the sexiest fuckin' woman I've ever seen. That emo chick can be number two."
The couple descended into foreplay, the topic of Wanda being forgotten, but for the woman under the desk, she couldn't stop replaying their words. Y/N thought she was cute. Natasha thought she was a sweetheart. But, more than anything, they both thought she was sexy. It was nearly too much for her to handle, and she had to slap her hand over her mouth to cover up a squeak that was a bit too close to escaping.
As she did her best to remain quiet, her eyes stayed on the couple she was obsessed with. Natasha and Y/N had gone past the making out phase, and now, she was making her way down their body, pressing kisses along their muscles.
Once Natasha got to Y/N's cock, she nuzzled against it, her hand instinctively going to their balls to squeeze their erectile pump and make them hard. Y/N's hand came down to Natasha's fiery red hair, and they murmured, "You wanna suck it, princess? You wanna show me how good of a girl you can be?"
Natasha let out a needy whine, murmuring, "Yes, daddy," before leaning in and taking the head of their cock into her mouth, her back arched and her ass sticking out to put on a show for Y/N, and, unknowingly, for Wanda.
Wanda had been wet from the moment their naked bodies had stumbled out of the bathroom, but now, she was completely soaked. Natasha's ass, all soft and ready for the taking, had her mesmerized, and Y/N, hard, huge, and throbbing made Wanda yearn for it to be deep in her throat.
Y/N's hands were in Natasha's hair, guiding her as she sucked them, slowly forcing her to take their cock deeper, making her gag. Wanda was so jealous, so desperate to also have her mouth be used that she reached up, shoving two fingers in her mouth and pretending they were Y/N's cock.
She began to suck on them, holding in her whimpers the best she could as she followed the directions Y/N gave Natasha.
"Fuck, take it deep, sweetheart," they'd murmur, and Wanda would push her fingers back as far as they could go. "Get me all nice and wet, baby," they later commanded, and Wanda spit and frothed on her fingers, making them as sloppy as possible.
Wanda could keep quiet during all of those commands, but her resolve finally broke when Y/N shoved Natasha as deep down on their cock as they could, growling, "Swallow my load. All of it. Be a good girl."
The deep, predatory tone of their words, combined with the the visual of Natasha gagging and Wanda's own fingers deep in her throat, were too much for the young woman to handle. Desperately, against her will, she choked out around her own fingers, "Yes, daddy!"
She then froze, fingers stilling in her mouth. Fuck. Did she really just moan that out? No, it had to be Natasha. She was fine, they didn't know she was there. She was just imagining things, right?
As much as she wished that were true, she knew it wasn't when Natasha and Y/N also froze. Natasha slowly pulled off their cock, looking up at them with trepidation. "D-did you hear that? Or am I just imagining things?"
Y/N didn't look tense, though, their eyes just scanned around the room, looking in the more obvious places as they answered, "Mhm. But we're perfectly safe. A voyeur isn't a threat, Nat."
Nat sat back on the bed, still naked as Y/N stood up, beginning to look around the room. They first checked the obvious places, the closet and the entryway, and then they began to go lower.
Wanda knew she didn't have a chance as she watched them glance under the bed, their head then beginning to turn towards the desks, right where she was, fingers still buried deep in her throat. She felt paralyzed.
As Y/N's head turned, their eyes immediately landed on her, but instead of disgust or fear, a predatory smile spread across their face. Wanda looked so fucking adorable. Legs spread, skirt bunched up around her thighs, fingers in her mouth. She was the sweetest thing, just begging to be fucked.
Y/N made the "come here" hand gesture, speaking lowly as Wanda nervously crawled towards them, "Hey there, sweetheart. You liked what you saw there, huh? Were you feeling a little jealous of Natty?"
Natasha was now perched on the edge of the bed, the look of fear that had previously graced her face being replaced by a look of excitement and desire. "Aww, hey, Wanda! We were just talking about you, you know."
The older woman looked Wanda up and down, taking in the way her skirt was rumpled, drool was dripping down her chin, and her eyes were dilated, full of need. She glanced at Y/N, giggling as she spoke, "You're right. I think she's down bad for us both."
Wanda had never been so embarrassed. Out of all the possible outcomes, this one was the worst. She was living a nightmare. She reached into her skirt pocket, nervously taking out the concealer. She couldn't meet the couple's eyes as she nervously stammered, "I-I wasn't trying to spy! I needed the concealer back to cover up a bruise, and I knew Nat still had it, so I came to look for it! Y-you guys were in the shower, and when I heard you, I just instinctively hid, and then-"
"Hiding doesn't mean getting off to us fucking, though, does it?" Y/N cut in, smirking as they saw Wanda's face flush an even darker shade of red. Both them and Natasha didn't mind what Wanda did, they thought she was adorable, but teasing her was just too fun.
Y/N tilted Wanda's chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with them. The girl could barely stop her eyes from darting around, but Y/N's gaze was magnetic, drawing her in whether she wanted it or not. "We're not mad, love. We think your neediness is just… adorable."
Natasha nodded, sauntering behind Y/N, wrapping her arms around their shoulders as she also gazed at the nervous brunette. She whispered something that Wanda couldn't hear in Y/N's ear, their eyes lighting up as soon as the mystery words left her lips. "That's an amazing idea, Natty. Why don't you ask Wanda what she thinks about it?"
Wanda was trembling now, her eyes darting between the man and the woman, exhilarated and terrified about what Natasha would ask her. The redhead slowly moved away from Y/N's ear, and made deadly eye contact with Wanda. The words that left her lips had Wanda stunned. "Why don't you join us, Wanda? The more the merrier, right? And it's more than obvious that we all want each other."
Wanda was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. Was this real life? Was she dreaming? She knew it was real, but she could barely process it. She'd been listening to these people fuck every night for months, and now she was being offered to join in?
Y/N's fingers then gently rubbed along the bottom of her chin, pulling her from her thoughts. "Use your words, sweet girl. Would you like to join us, or not?"
Wanda immediately nodded, not wanting to risk them thinking she didn't want this. Her voice was shaky, but she blurted out a clear "yes."
Y/N and Natasha exchanged devilish looks at her consent, a silent agreement that this night just got a whole lot more fun.
Natasha then stepped out from behind Y/N's bulky frame, pressing her naked body against Wanda's still clothed one. She began to lift the younger woman's shirt off as she mumbled, "Y/N and I are bare, it's only fair we get to see your beautiful body in return."
Wanda was completely willing, lifting her arms as Natasha slid her shirt off and stepping out of her skirt and panties as Y/N pulled them down. The couple stepped back to admire Wanda, now completely naked. They each let out a groan, Y/N's hands reaching to squeeze Wanda's ass, and Natasha leaning in to kiss her neck.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Y/N mumbled as they continued to grope her, with Natasha following, saying, "Such a pretty thing. You're gonna look so good all ruined and fucked-out."
Y/N smirked at that, eyes darting between the two women. Wanda could see an idea form in their mind and watched as they sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading their legs so their cock jutted out at full attention. "Wanda, since you seemed so eager to suck your fingers, why don't you suck the real thing instead?"
The brunette's eyes widened, and seconds later, she felt a hand on her back, pushing her down to her knees. She immediately complied, willfully kneeling down and scooting closer to Y/N. Y/N reached down, tilting her chin up and gently rotating her head so she was looking at Natasha, who was sitting beside her. "Natty will guide you if you need help. Just focus on making daddy feel good, okay?"
The way Y/N spoke to her, so gentle and nurturing, had Wanda willing to do absolutely anything they asked. She let out a low whimper as she leaned forward, eagerly taking the head of their cock into her mouth, and beginning to suck. She didn't have much experience, but when she heard Y/N groan, "Fuck!" she knew she was doing something right.
She continued to focus on the tip, gently sucking and running her tongue along the ridge, when suddenly, she felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down. "Take it deeper, sweetheart. They love to be deep in a warm, wet throat."
Natasha's words washed over Wanda, and she quickly accommodated, allowing the older woman's hand to push more of Y/N's cock into her mouth. She gagged once, her throat constricting around their length, but it only made them throb and moan louder. "Goddamn, your mouth feels so good!"
Wanda's heart skipped a beat at Y/N's crude praise, and she continued to hold them as deep in her throat as she could before she gagged again, needing to pull back to catch her breath. Natasha's hands immediately went down to her hair, pulling it back and leaning down to give her a kiss on the mouth. "Good girl. Take a breath."
Wanda did, but she wanted more. She took her moment to breathe and then took Y/N back into her mouth. She listened to Natasha's words of guidance, licking along the underside just the way they liked and leaving kisses on their sensitive spots.
Y/N's hands were in Wanda's hair now, having pushed Natasha's away long ago. A low, deep groan tore from their throat as they tensed up, pushing their cock as deep into Wanda's throat as possible as they groaned, "'M gonna cum. Swallow it all, baby. I know you can do it."
Wanda whimpered once around their cock, the vibrations being what made them lose it. Seconds later, they were roaring out sounds of pleasure as she felt their cock throb against her tongue, leaking clear, tangy fluid into her mouth.
They stayed there for a couple moments, making sure Wanda had taken their whole load before gently pulling her off of their cock. The younger woman's cheeks were streaked with tears of pleasure, her makeup running down. Natasha didn't waste a minute in pulling Wanda into her arms, whispering praises to her.
"Shh, there we go. You did so well. You made daddy feel so good." The redhead whispered, leaning down to give Wanda a sloppy, wet kiss on the mouth. She groaned as she tasted Y/N's cum on on the other woman's tongue, her hands squeezing Wanda's hips as she kept the younger girl close. "I've only seen them cum that hard a couple of times. You did such a good job."
The praise had Wanda melting; she happily leaned against Natasha, feeling the warmth of her body as she caught her breath. Y/N then approached them, calmed down now slightly from their orgasm, and pulled both women up from the floor.
They carried Wanda over to the lounge chair beside the bed, kissing her forehead as they spoke, "Good girl, princess. You pleased me. Just rest and recover from that while I fuck Natty. You can touch yourself if you need to, but don't cum. Once I'm done with her, that pretty pussy is all mine."
Part of Wanda wanted to protest, wanted to beg that she should get their cock first, but the obedience embedded in her soul and the urge to see the action she had heard through the wall each night overrode it, and all she did was mumble, "Yes, daddy."
Natasha, who had been standing by the bed, giggled as Y/N practically pounced on her, pinning her to the bed as they kissed down her body. Wanda watched longingly as Y/N lavished attention on Natasha's breasts, kissing and sucking at her hard, pink nipples, eliciting whimpers from the older woman.
Wanda's pussy was already throbbing from having sucked Y/N off, and now, watching them make love to Natasha made it ache. She had been listening in on the couple for so long, she wanted it to be her so badly.
Y/N stroked their cock once, rubbing it along Natasha's own drenched folds to get it ready before sliding in. Natasha let out a loud moan, and Y/N's hands immediately went to her waist, pinning her down as they began to thrust. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, pretty girl."
Hearing Y/N's praise directly, not through a wall, had Wanda going even crazier, and she began to rub her clit slowly, imagining it was them touching her. She let out a low whimper, and both Natasha and Y/N glanced at her, their eyes widening with lust as they saw how needy she was.
Y/N then began to really fuck Natasha, slamming into her with long, deep strokes, causing her to cry out and dig her nails into their back for support. Once she adjusted to the new rhythm, she looked over at Wanda and purred, "You're next, princess. Get ready to be fucking ruined."
The end of Natasha's sentence turned into a loud wail as Y/N's cock hit that sweet spot inside her, the one that made her see stars. Their huge hands were on her waist, pinning her to the bed as they fucked into her like she was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure. Her nails left bright red marks on their muscular back, marks Wanda wished so badly were her own.
Fortunately for her, she could tell that Natasha was close to cumming, and it would be her turn soon. Y/N reached down, rubbing the redhead's clit to finally push her over the edge. She moaned and writhed, screaming out Y/N's name, which sounded even louder now that there was no barrier.
Y/N was panting and groaning as they felt Natasha cum, her tight walls clenching around their length, causing Y/N to cum, too. They growled, "Take my load. There's my good little slut."
Their crude words made Wanda's sopping cunt clench around her fingers, she had now been fucking herself in time with Y/N's rhythm, another whimper escaping her lips as she imaged they were saying those words to her. Their focus remained on Natasha for the moment, making sure all of their cum was inside her before they turned back to Wanda, slowly standing up and walking over to where she was.
Wanda was an absolute mess, and Y/N couldn't get enough of it. Her legs were spread, two fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy, her juices dripping down onto the chair. She was sweating, her nipples hard and needy, and her face was streaked with the eyeliner that was so perfect only an hour ago.
Y/N reached down, taking her free hand and guiding her over to the bed. "You're such a needy thing, baby. I know, it must have been hard having to watch Natty get what you desperately needed, but since you were a good girl, now it's your turn."
Wanda could only squeak out a small "thank you," her mind was mostly mush at this point. Natasha had scooted over so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving plenty of space in the center where Y/N guided Wanda to lay down, making sure that her head was resting comfortably on the pillows.
Natasha reached over, brushing some stray hairs from Wanda's face as Y/N slowly began to touch her, trailing their hands along her curves, occasionally cupping her breasts or rubbing her nipples. "Tell me what you need, Wanda. How do you want me to make you feel good?"
Wanda could barely speak; her mind was already fuzzy, and that in combination with the man she had spent months yearning for being on top of her had her brain short circuiting. Her eyes darted between Natasha and Y/N, and once Natasha reached down to squeeze her hand in support, she was finally able to mumble, "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."
Hearing such dirty words from the shy girl made Y/N shiver, and it took all their strength to not just ram right into Wanda right then. They leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Wanda's neck as their began to rub their cock through her folds, just like they did with Natasha before.
God, Wanda was so wet. They let out a deep groan, their tip hitting her clit, making her squeal. She was already so sensitive. They continued to kiss along her face and neck, mumbling as they got close to her ear, "You're soaked, pretty girl. You're eager for my cock, huh?"
Wanda nodded, since she could barely speak, whimpering out a choked syllable that sounded like "yes." Her hips were already bucking up to meet their cock, and they hadn't even entered her yet.
Natasha giggled at the sight, one of her hands reaching down to feel Wanda's folds. She let out a gasp of faux surprise as she felt the extent of Wanda's arousal, immediately coating her fingers. The redhead's voice was sexily condescending as she spoke, "Oh, my. She's practically begging you for it. You wouldn't let a girl this needy stay empty, would you, daddy?"
Y/N growled at the way Natasha teased them, lining up their cock so that the head was notched at Wanda's entrance. Wanda whimpered from just that first initial contact, and let out a scream as they began to push in. They were so thick, she already felt completely stretched just from the tip. "I-is it all in, daddy?"
Y/N let out a low laugh, and Natasha leaned in, letting out a patronizing cooing sound. She took Wanda's hand in her own, giving Wanda something to squeeze. The older woman kissed Wanda to distract her from the feeling of being stretched and mumbled against her lips, "Not even halfway, sweetie. But you can do it. I know it's a biiiiiig stretch, but you can be a good girl for daddy, right?"
Wanda nodded, squeezing Natasha's hand tightly and leaning into her kisses to help ease the stretch. She looked back up at Y/N, whimpering, "D-don't stop, daddy. I can take it. I promise."
Y/N smirked, continuing to push in, their hands going up to massage Wanda's hips and stomach to further relax her. "Good girl, baby. Just relax. Focus on me and Natty."
Wanda felt Y/N bottom out inside her, a sweet little whimper escaping her lips as their tip bumped against her cervix. Y/N's hand went to gently press down on the outline their cock made in her abdomen, making her squirm even more. Natasha smiled, squeezing Wanda's hand and lathering praise onto her, "There you go, baby. You took it all. We're so proud of you."
Y/N nodded, leaning down to leave some marks on Wanda's neck as they began to deliver just the smallest of thrusts, pulling back ever so slightly before pushing all the way in again. "Mhmmm, you're all full of me now, princess. You're doing such a good job."
Wanda bit her lip, the sensations of Y/N's cock inside her, their frame looming over her, and Natasha's hands beginning to travel along her body all becoming so overwhelming. She let out a wail as Natasha pinched her nipple, looking back up at Y/N as she spoke, '"P-please fuck me, daddy. D-do what you did to Natty. I wanna make you feel good…"
Y/N smirked, their big hands going to Wanda's arms, and slowly pinning them above her head. The girl easily surrendered control, so deep into her submission that she never would have protested. They then began to deliver slightly bigger thrusts, pulling out until only half of their cock was inside her before pushing back in. The longer strokes had Wanda's hips bucking up to meet theirs, mumbling, "Faster, daddy. Please."
Y/N couldn't say no to that needy tone, so they delivered, quickening the pace so that they were now consistently drilling Wanda, the younger woman's eyes rolling back in her head from the sheer pleasure.
Now that she was all stretched and worked up, Y/N knew they didn't have to hold back anymore. They glanced over at Natasha, who gave them a nod of conformation, and they began to pound into Wanda like they did with the former only minutes ago.
The fast pace had Wanda moaning and writhing, hands itching to hold onto something, but loving the way Y/N kept her pinned down and dominated. She felt her clit throb whenever Y/N bottomed out, the patch of hair at the base of their cock brushing against it and sending shocks through her.
Natasha wasn't making it any easier for her, the older woman's touches only made Wanda more sensitive. Her hands were all over Wanda's breasts, kneading them and gently pinching her nipples, earning more whimpers from her. When her hands weren't on her breasts, they were gently, sensually running along her body, heightening every sensation the younger woman was feeling.
As Y/N continued to fuck her, they felt her pussy clenching more and more, her body tensing up, and her moans getting louder and more frequent. They knew she was close. They looked over at Natasha, murmuring, "Our girl is about to cum. Why don't you help push her over the edge?"
Natasha smirked, her eyes going from Wanda's needy, glazed over ones to Y/N's devilish ones, murmuring, "It would be my pleasure."
Wanda was an absolute mess, bucking up to meet Y/N's thrusts, tears running down her face, and constantly incoherently babbling things that sounded like "Please" "Daddy" and "Fuck." Natasha knew exactly what would make Wanda cum, just a simple touch. She reached down, gently rubbing slow circles on Wanda's clit, and the response was instantaneous.
Wanda let out a scream that they were sure was heard throughout the entire avengers compound, her walls clenching hard around Y/N's cock as they fucked her through her orgasm. Her body was trembling, her clit throbbing under Natasha's fingers as she squirted, her juices coating Y/N's cock and Natasha's digits. Red tendrils of magic were even emanating from her hands, a sign that she was feeling one of the most intense sensations she'd ever felt.
Wanda's orgasm sent Y/N over the edge, growling, "Fuck, here it comes!" as they hilted inside her, pushing as deep as possible before letting go, their cum leaking from their cock and coating Wanda's insides. The feeling of their load seeping into her had Wanda wailing, "Daddy!" at that same loud volume, her body clearly overstimulated.
Y/N and Natasha were gentle with her now. Y/N pulled out slowly, ignoring Wanda's babble that she could take more. They all knew she couldn't. Y/N laid beside her, letting go of her hands and beginning gently massaging her. "Baby, you did so well. You took my cock like an absolute pro."
Natasha went to Wanda's other side, giving her gentle, loving kisses as she praised her, "You looked so beautiful, love. You made us both so proud."
Wanda, for her part, was completely fucked out. Her brain was just now coming back to her; it had been so fuzzy before, and now, she was back in the moment. She nuzzled close to both of them, wanting to feel their bodies against hers in the aftermath of such an intense moment. She sighed, murmuring, "Thank you both. I… I've never felt so good. That was amazing."
Natasha and Y/N exchanged a look, a smirk that confirmed this definitely wasn't just going to be a one time thing. Natasha pressed a kiss over one of the marks Y/N left on Wanda's neck as she said, "You were amazing. Now let's get you cleaned up."
Y/N nodded in agreement, picking Wanda up and carrying her towards the bathroom, the place where this night had started. They sat her down on the edge of the bathtub, running the water as they spoke. "Natty's right. We need to get you all cleaned up. After your training with Steve tomorrow, you better be ready for round two."
Wanda's mind went dizzy again at the thought of doing this all again, stepping into the warm bath as she surrendered herself to the wonderful, sexy world of Y/N and Natasha.
Thinking about MILF Wanda who cuts her hair and is scared you're not gonna be attracted to her anymore, only for you to immediately prove her wrong. (inspired by a conversation with @sunalianovna :) )
Wanda had been a little restless ever since her sons moved out for college. She didn't know what to do with herself now that her life was so much quieter, and she needed a change.
She had you, of course, you helped her feel young, but she felt like she just really needed to mix something up in her life.
So, she decided to get a haircut. Her long, red hair had been her staple since her sons were born; it had been straight, curly, and everything in between, but it had never been short.
Originally, she was just going to go for shoulder length, but when she described her vision and wants to her hairstylist, she recommended something even shorter.
Wanda held her tears back until she was back in her car. Her hair had been cut up to her neck; fortunately, it was still wavy and had some volume, but now she just felt... old. Ugly. The opposite of how she wanted this haircut to make her feel.
Your eyes widened when your girlfriend arrived home and walked through the door. She looked gorgeous. You never imagined hair like this on her, but you were instantly a fan.
You stood up, mouth opening to tell her how pretty she was, when she held her hand up and looked away from you. "Don't look at me, darlin'. I don't want you to see me like this."
You froze, immediately confused. She looked stunning, why didn't she want you to see her? You tilted her head up, and, reluctantly, she let you. You took a moment to admire her new look, examining the way the new cut framed her face and made her eyes pop. "Wanda... you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Wanda laughed in her signature bitter way, shaking her head and pushing your hand away from her chin. "Don't you lie to me. I just look even more like an old lady now than I did before."
She pushed past you, walking towards the kitchen. She poured herself some tea to try to soothe herself, but she just gazed into the cup, not drinking anything. You approached her again, ready to console her, when she spoke first, her voice shakier than you'd ever heard it before. "How can you still want me like this? I'm an old woman who now looks the part. You should be with some sweet thing, one of them girls the boys are at college wi-"
You pressed your lips to hers, not allowing her to finish that foolish sentence. You wouldn't let her continue to think like this. When you pulled away, she looked startled, but her cheeks were also blooming with that adorable blush you loved so much. "Don't you dare, Wanda. Put me in a room with a hundred girls my age, and I'm still choosing you."
You cupped her face in your hands, one hand going up to run through her now short hair. "You look so goddamn beautiful like this, I don't even have the words for it. You are my woman, Wanda, whether your hair goes down to your feet or you have no hair at all."
You watched her tear up, soon flinging her arms around your neck and pulling you close. She cried into your shoulder for a few moments, and you just held her. As her sobs quieted, she mumbled, "You really mean that?"
You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as you thought up just the way to prove it to her. As you lifted her up onto the counter, kneeling between her legs, you answered, "Every word of it."
As Wanda threw her head back, her hair no longer getting in her way as she got lost in the pleasure you gave her, she knew she had nothing to fear. You always found the best ways to show your love and soothe her heart.
Once she came, crying out your name and leaning back against the kitchen cabinets, she was actually grateful that her hair wasn't in her face and sticking to her back. Bust most importantly, as you stood up, you had a look on your face that said you were far from done with her.
Maybe this haircut did have some benefits, after all.
Okay like stupid cringe thing that's never gonna happen but fuck it we ball
Imagine putting in a request to Easterman. I think reagents can do so, as long as their performance is exceptional & yours were amazing. Easterman constantly praised you & you were now given the option to make a request, which would be granted immediately.
Most people ask for cigarettes, magazines, or activities they used to do outside before they were transferred to Sinyala.
Your request was simple yet bizarre.
"I feel lonely sleeping by myself. Could I cuddle one of the Prime Assets to help me sleep?"
Easterman & anyone, for that matter, hesitated to respond to your request. Why would you want to cuddle someone who is meant to hurt you & possibly kill you? However, despite the staff's concern about a reagent spending time with a Prime Asset, Easterman is a man of his word & he granted you access to where the Prime Assets & other ex-pops reside, with the thin blue line being your bodyguards, because killing each other in the sleep room is prohibited. Save that for the trials.
Now, personally, I would enjoy cuddling Coyle. Coyle would 100% be skeptical of this whole arrangement, but will probably end up protecting you while you're both sleeping. Coyle has a hard time sleeping as is, but having you in his arms soothes him oddly. Probably because it's nice to not be alone, worrying about a bump in the night.
Gooseberry is probably the best, in my opinion, because she gives off such a comfy vibe. Imagine her just singing lullabies to you as you try to fall asleep. It would knock you out immediately, but it's totally worth it because what's more comfortable than being in the arms of a mother?
Franco is needy as fuck. Congratulations, you've been promoted! To Franco's personal teddy bear. If you dare to get up to pee in the middle of the night, Franco will cry like the baby he is, then curse you out when you come back. Like, why did you leave him? In the dark? What the fuck, bitch? You're just gonna leave a baby in his crib alone?? (He's literally in his mid 20's)
The Kress Twins didn't expect an arranged slumber party that you personally suggested. Although they don't mind really. It's been a while since they have been accompanied by someone refined. Most of their fellow Prime Assets are either twice as deranged or not much of talkers, but they enjoy your presence because you listen. They say three is a crowd, but you couldn't care less. You said Kress Twins & either go big or go home & you sure as hell ain't going home. You could listen to both of them talk for hours, but you end up feeling bad when you pass out in Arora & Otto's arms, but that's okay. They'll tell you more about it tomorrow.
Now this is especially for my twin, who loves Liliya. Liliya isn't much of a talker, but I wouldn't say she hates your presence. She's more into just sharing her space with you & maybe you holding her or her holding you. I would say she's hesitant when you touch her. When it comes to fighting her, no. However, your intent is different; you want cuddles. So slowly as the night goes on, she ends up holding you rather than you holding her. She reminds me of a cat. Cat just hop on your lap because they want to, & now, you're fucking stuck & you could die here. Although it's one hell of a way to die.
Yandere FtM Mantis Hybrid Cultist x Male Moth Hybrid Reader
CW: Noncon, forced oral sex, aphrodisiac pheromones, musk, scent kink, eating pussy like it's groceries, pussy eating on period, minor character death, human-hybrid sacrifice, fictional religions, indoctrination, brainwashing, cannibalism, terms like pussy and cunt used for trans male genitals, dick riding, biting, overstimulation, non-sexual bondage, drenched in pussy juice, partially suffocated by pussy, public but discrete pussy eating, praise
Word Count: 3.6k
(Comm for @vanberryhearts, their OC Salem Blackthorn can be viewed HERE)
You grunted as you carried the box. You weren’t very strong, and it was filled to the brim with cans of food to go to the church’s community food drive and you were carrying it around back. The back door was closer to the basement and it was easier to walk it around then go through multiple rooms in the church. Plus the building was all locked up anyway. You had meant to bring the food earlier but you had gotten caught up with other matters.
That was okay though, the fence that led to the back of the property was ajar, so you were just gonna leave the food on the back porch and it would be easy for the priest, Salem Blackthorn, to take it down when he found it there the next morning. He was a strong mantis hybrid man and could carry down much more easily than a small moth hybrid like you.
After you sat down the box you started making your way off the porch, but as you did so the door suddenly opened and Salem stepped out carrying a large object that had been well wrapped in some type of cloth.
When he saw you he seemed surprised but you were already stepping forward and helping him with what he was holding. You barely noticed that the robes he was wearing, while ornate and clearly for religious purpose, were not the typical garb of a priest. They covered most of his body. The hood hid his tan skin, pretty blond hair, and relatively short antennae from the world.
“Oh wow, this is really heavy! I don’t mind helping, where are we taking-”
You tripped on the step off the porch, unbalancing Salem and causing him to drop what he was carrying. It fell right off the porch and landed beside you. The wrapping had been damaged and peeled away and what you saw took a moment for your brain to register.
A bloody corpse with bites ripped out of it in many places.
Before you could think to move Salem was upon you, pulling you into the church and down into the basement with a hand firmly over your mouth as he whispered into your ear.
“I’m sorry dove, you really weren’t supposed to see that.”
The priest took you into the room farthest from the stairs then put a gag over your mouth and left you tied in a chair in the middle of the room before running back upstairs, presumably to take care of the fallen “package” that he had left uncovered outside. He left you alone long enough for you to get a good look at your surroundings. You had never been down here before.
And after taking note of what was around you doubted many people that had seen this place were still alive.
In front of you there was an altar. A medium sized and intricately stone sculpture of a spider lay in the center. In front of the statue was a large silver goblet filled with blood. An offering. The sculpture’s eyes were inlaid rubies and its gaze filled you with despair. It was a depiction of the arachnid goddess, Arachna. She was mostly worshiped these days by small clandestine groups huddled in small dark rooms hidden from the gaze of society.
Much like this room.
Though you certainly hadn’t expected a worshiper of the insect god, The Great Moth Regalis, to be a disciple of the foul Arachna. Though you supposed that’s exactly why it was such a perfect cover.
Not fighting wasn’t an option. You struggled with every ounce of strength that you had. Sweat dripped down your brow. You didn’t want to end up another bitten corpse with your blood in that goblet as a sacrifice to the spider goddess.
You wriggled and writhed in your binds, drawing blood from various places where the ropes chaffed your bare skin. Your wings burned with the effort of flexing and vibrating them to try and squirm free. And your throat ached with the burden of trying to scream through your gag.
The binds were too formidable. Clearly made by someone who was experienced with this sort of thing.
All your struggles amounted to was making the chair you were in lean over and fall, causing your head to smack painfully against the cold concrete floor. You almost wished it had been enough to knock you out or even kill you outright, then and there, then you wouldn’t have to be conscious for the fate that surely awaited you as soon as Salem returned. All that you could do was cry as you awaited death.
Salem was so frustrated. How could he have allowed this to happen? He had left the gate unlocked allowing you to just traipse upon him right at the exact moment that he was hauling out the body?? The timing was absurd! What were the odds?
He ran over to shut and lock the gate that allowed passage to the back of the church before returning to the body. He re-wrapped the body properly, as it was an important part of the ritual, as he pondered what to do about you.
Killing you was out of the question entirely. Aside from the fact that he never killed any permanent resident or their visiting family, to avoid arousing suspicion, he also harbored quite a strong crush on you. He had sense he first laid eyes on you during his first sermon.
Your eyes stared up at him hanging on every word that passed his lips. So devout, so diligent in your charitable works, so deliciously… innocent…
Oh, how he longed to corrupt you. And to make it even better you were a regal moth hybrid. Such hybrids were regarded as being good luck to those around them as the insect god Regalis was a regal moth himself.
Just the thought of indoctrinating you into the cult made his heart flutter and wetness flow from his crotch. It would take his defiling of the mother religion to new heights and surely make Arachna happy.
The mantis had not yet put his desires into motion. He had planned to slowly get you more and more attracted to him before working on getting you addicted to his pheromones until you were totally dependent on him. Now it appeared that he would have to rush forward without much subtlety. But that was okay, he could definitely do so.
He finished with the body, taking it to a pit he had dug earlier, and placed it in carefully before topping it with a small apple sapling. Just one of many that would match the little orchard he had growing in the field behind the church.
You flinched when you heard the door open and trembled with pure fear, your mind conjured forth innumerable horrors, all the manners in which he may torture and eventually kill you went through your terrified mind. You renewed your futile bid for freedom, floundering about as best you were able.
When Salem saw you he scoffed.
“Tsk, tsk.”
He bent down to right your chair and brushed your cheek with all the tenderness in the world after doing so before placing a gentle kiss on your tear soaked cheek.
“There, there, my little moth. No need to be so scared.”
Obviously, those words did nothing to dispel you of the terror that had so thoroughly stricken you, if you even took notice of them at all with all the adrenaline coursing through you and your heart beating faster than it ever had before.
You looked up at him with pleading eyes as sobs racked your body.
“Aww. Please don’t worry, pretty thing, you won’t be suffering too much longer.”
This made you shake and sob much harder. This was it. That was his way of telling you that he was going to snuff out your life. That you’d be joining that other body wherever it had been dragged off to. You’d be offered up like a slab of meat to the vile spider. You were getting dizzy and hyperventilating. This couldn’t be happening. You were a good man and you had so much to live for. So much good to do.
Then something unexpected happened. Salem disrobed himself of the cultist garb he had been cloaked in, revealing a drooling pussy and dizzying your mind now not with a lack of air but with his musky pheromones.
He spoke as if reading your thoughts.
“Don’t worry, I am not going to fuck then eat you. That’s actually a harmful stereotype derived from feral regular mantises, not something a mantis hybrid does!”
You really had no reason to believe him.
Though he did lure in tasty horny sacrifices in with a promise of sex before forcing them to eat him out, to dose them with his pheromones, before partially eating them alive and then killing them. But that was because it was what Arachna demanded! Not because he was a mantis hybrid!
Still, he had no intention of harming you and you did not require the extra details at this time.
The tall man undid your gag and let it fall away before replacing it with his dripping wet cunt, pushing your head into it gently but firmly. You tried to move your head but were ultimately unable to avoid the smell and taste of his sex.
The smell was just amazing, slowly making you blush and your face feel overheated. The feeling soon spread all over your entire body. It relaxed your tense muscles and caused your member to tent in your pants. You whimpered in need as you began eagerly slipping your tongue into your captor, lapping at his surprisingly sweet pussy juice.
He smiled down at you, removing his hand as he no longer needed to force your face into it after his pheromones took effect.
“Such a good boy for me~”
No one could resist the scent of his pussy when presented directly in their face. They’d feel no pain and every touch would feel amazing. It didn’t hurt that little mothies like you were naturally attracted to sweet nectar-like fluids.
Your moans and overstimulated whimpers were just precious to him. Making him wetter and wetter. He toyed with his clit as he allowed you to drink up his fluid at your own pace. Your face was already absolutely drenched.
It seemed as if there was just no end to the impossibly delicious fluid that flowed from him like a fountain.
He had to push you away so that he could untie you and remove your soaked clothes, revealing your excited cock. You weren’t even paying any attention, just trying to get back into that pussy. When you were finally released you dove right back into it, clinging to him with both of your arms as you slurped his cunt.
When he came it was a fresh torrent of pheromones even more potent than the last. You became so overstimulated that you could barely move. He guided you to another room in the basement, one that was closer to the door.
You could barely stand by the time he got you through the door so he gently picked you up and carried you to a soft bed, laying your pussy juice covered body down carefully as if he was afraid you would shatter to dust in his hands.
If you had been one of his usual victims, one of the tourists he lured in off the street, this is when he would have started devouring you to death before draining out your blood and wrapping you in spider webbing. But you were his cute little moth so he would treat you with the utmost care. And one day you would help kill tasty snacrifices for Arachna. It would be Salem’s perfect relationship.
But until then there was something more urgent that needed attending to.
He lowered himself down onto your hard cock as he placed a finger coated in his nectar for you to suck while he rid you. He took his time, savoring the delicious moment when he took his sweet little new boyfriend for the first time.
You didn’t last very long at all inside the heat of his pussy, quickly mingling his fluids with your cum. You cried as you climaxed, it was all so much. The feel of the silk beneath you, the touch of his teeth gently nibbling and sucking the flesh of your neck, his hands trailing up and down your sides. Every touch against your skin made you shiver in pleasure.
It was all okay though, Salem didn’t mind at all. His naturally drugged juices kept you hard and ready to go several times over, he didn’t stop riding you until your balls had been thoroughly emptied into him and each orgasm began to approach the borderline of pleasure into pain. He had finished while riding you a couple times as well. The sight of your pretty little face gasping and moaning with the burden of too much pleasure, your erratically twitching antenna, your sporadically fluttering wings, practically sent him into a rut. Made him feel a primal urge to fuck you over and over until you were soaked to the bone in his juices and no one could deny you were his and his alone.
You were the only moth worthy of worshiping and giving pleasure. Not that pitiful god of yours. He’d make you convert to his faith with an unyielding flood of sex and love.
And that was exactly what Salem did.
Every waking moment, barring those where he had to maintain his priestly facade, were spent in unfathomable pleasure followed by aftercare and honeyed words. Sex, pheromones, cuddling, doting, feeding (he often mixed his very own pheromone laden “sauce” into your meals). But mostly the sex. You tried to remain devout, to maintain the hold on your beliefs, and while it took longer than Salem had expected the transformation was all the stronger for having been tested so thoroughly.
There was a brief relapse in the early days of the process. One of the church’s nuns had entered the bedroom you were being kept in down in the basement. You begged her for help as hope returned to your heart, only to be dashed as she held up a spider pendant. That’s when you realized all the nuns must be members of the cult too. Later that day, in response to having asked for help, Salem was extra “attentive.”
Despite the brief setback, your mind eventually transformed. You found yourself hopelessly clingy and in need of your Salem. You no longer needed pheromones for sex and were more than eager to taste him or slip inside him and often initiated the encounters yourself. When the two of you weren’t busy making love you clung to his arm. He made you feel happy and secure.
He no longer kept you locked in the basement, instead you attended services as normal. Making up an illness as an excuse for your previous absence.
But the changes to your ways of thinking and behavior didn’t stop at being hopelessly in need of your mantis boyfriend. He had also successfully moved you to the worship of Arachna. It thrilled Salem to no end knowing he had fully converted you, a moth of all things, into being a being of sinful debauchery and Arachna worship.
But there was still one important thing left to do to officially solidify your position in his cult. Your baptism in blood. You were nervous, but eager to appease your new goddess. And of course your boyfriend. In no small part because he said that after you did this with him then you could get married in the eyes of Arachna.
All you had to do was make your first sacrifice. Salem assured you that he would lure them down and drug them, all you would need to do is kill them with him and help wrap them in the traditional way that Arachna demanded.
You were really nervous, but Salem calmed you down. He selected yet another tourist who he said deserved it. Whose greatest contribution in life would be as a sacrifice to Arachna. He assured you that he was doing a service, he only selected the scum of society. He had mystic ways of knowing the kinds of things that they did.
Though at this point your mantis had so much control over you that even if he had told you that you were killing an angel you probably could have been convinced that you were doing the right thing for Arachna.
The soon to be corpse that Salem had selected for you was an ant hybrid. He eagerly followed the handsome priest down, thinking he was getting lucky with a priest of his religion. Which Salem pointed out was further proof that he was vile. Followers of the moth were not to seek pleasure from someone of the cloth, if he was a half decent person he would not violate his own religion so readily.
Salem had him sit in one of the rooms in the basement, they both disrobed and Salem guided the ant’s head to his cunt, forcing him to get drunk in much the same way you had been your first time with Salem.
Though this hybrid’s night started similarly to yours it would end quite differently.
After he was thoroughly inebriated from the musk and pheromones produced by Salem’s sex he was led by Salem into the altar room where you were waiting anxiously.
Since you were unable to bite him to death like Salem you used a knife instead. It was a small mercy as it ended him much more quickly. Not that it would have mattered, he was so drugged that he wouldn’t have felt anything but pleasure anyway.
“A-and you promise this won’t cause him any pain?”
Salem stroked your arm comfortingly.
“Of course not my little moth, he will feel nothing but pleasure and through his death he will be cleansed in the many eyes of Arachna. We are saving his immortal soul by discarding his corrupted flesh.”
With renewed resolve you leaned him over a bucket and slit his throat allowing the warm blood to pool into the goblet before you set it before the statue. Your mantis has you at least lick the knife. It was a jarring metallic taste that made you flinch and curl your antenna in disgust. Salem chuckled and assured you that you’d get used to it.
And you did, during subsequent sacrifices the mantis hybrid would bite pieces off the victim for you since you lacked teeth sharp enough to do so. Then he’d chew the chunks and feed them to you while the two of you made out so you could enjoy the full ritual. You definitely learned to enjoy the flavor of fresh meat and blood.
When all the blood had left the ant man you wrapped the body up in your own silk as Salem guided you in how to do the wrapping then the two of you hauled him out, Salem doing the antlion’s share of the work, and buried him before planting a tree.
Many months after your first kill, on a Sunday morning, Salem was giving a sermon. Your fellow church goers thought you were absent from service but you were present, just not in view. Not in their view anyway. You were closer to the priest than any of them. Right under the pulpit. It was a grand fixture, large and imposing, wrapping around and concealing all of Salem’s sides. Perfect, as it turned out, for concealing a lover worshiping between the mantis’ legs.
You were making out with his pussy, kissing and licking it lovingly and deeply. You started letting out little whimpers and gasps as his extra potent pheromones kicked in. He was on his period and it seemed the blood you were lapping up gave his juices an extra punch. As you began to forget just exactly where you were, getting lost in his bloody cunt, you began to make soft moans and whimpers.
Salem continued his sermon unabashed, passionately railing against the sins of the flesh. Preaching about how Regalis demanded marriage before fornication, as he carefully took one of his hands and pushed you into his crotch to silence your noises before they got any louder.
You had some difficulty breathing as his sex threatened to drown you, but you continued to seek out the unique flavor and musk. Your antenna curled as you came untouched, your moan thankfully muffled by Salem.
Salem came soon after, his pussy absolutely gushing all over you. All the stimulation, all the taboo thrill of getting oral sex from his little mothy while making a mockery of the opposing religion, honoring Arachna through hedonism, the sight of his debauched darling struggling for breath and looking up at him with half lidded eyes lost in pleasure, it all culminated in the best orgasm of his life.
He didn’t let it show on his face though.
Salem wrapped up his sermon, once more reminding the church goers to resist temptation as they filed out the door. When the last one left he stopped pressing your face into him. You gasped for breath momentarily but went right back to licking him clean.
The mantis smiled at the scene below him, you were covered in his lubricant, face smeared with his blood, you looked absolutely ruined just for him.
“Such a good boy.”
He stroked your wet cheek as he allowed you to continue for a while, basking in the pleasant sensation, until finally he took you back downstairs. He’d worry about cleaning under the pulpit later. Right then it was more important he cleaned you up and rewarded you for such a good job.
Characters involved: MR Emma Frost & Mantis Ayane (DOA/NG) Chun li (SF) Lulu (FFX)
TW: mentioned spanking cum eating edging
Is it even a question that Chun Li loves anal. It's one of the many reasons she trains her ass and thighs as often as she does, and that fact becomes incredibly obvious when she's bent over your shared bed as you plow into the hole while it tightens around your shaft trying to get every singular drop of cum from your balls. You best be prepared because even if you're out of breath or stamina she'll be changing the position to ride you all night.
It's a 50/50 split with Ayane. What's your cock buried deep into the hole doesn't matter some days she wants you to thrust hard and deep into her wet vagina as you talk as dirty and filthy as you can. Other days she has you bury your cock as deep as you can into her ass while you smack it red. At the end of the day you'll be slurping up the cum from whatever hole you used that day.
Tear off those clothes and get to fucking her ass. Emma likes it rough; she wants you pounding until her grip on you grows hard enough that her nails dig into your back, breaking the skin. Emma loves when you smack her ass or finger it while you are splitting it open with each thrust. But don't get confused; Emma will take full control of the situation if you stop at any point and ride you while clamping down on your cock with her ass over and over, stopping right as you're about to cum as punishment and won't stop until you're a sobbing, overstimulated mess.
Mantis vastly prefers vaginal sex. Anal is too much for her; it leaves her ass with lasting pain, so she prefers for you to take her needy wet vagina at a slow and calm pace while she moans and whispers sweet encouragement. Mantis loves when your hands roam around her body as she feels each inch of you enter and exit at a consistent pace.
Hurts So Good || Amanda Young x gn! apprentice! reader
Summary: you ask Amanda for an unusual request that she surprisingly agrees to
Warnings/contains: the reader suffers from poor mental health (specifically depression and anxiety) as well as low self esteem, the reader is mentioned to have a slight fear of sharp objects (particularly blades and knives), self harm (especially in the form of cutting) is both mentioned and acted out here, brief mention of blood, self harm aftercare, the reader and Amanda are implied to develop an unhealthy codependent relationship after the events that take place in this fic, dead dove do not eat
Beginning notes: please heed the warnings on this fic and don't read this if you're not comfortable with the subject matter described above! I wrote this as a way to help me cope with some things I'm going through (which means yes I projected myself into the reader a lot here, sue me) but I understand stuff like this isn't for everyone, hence the dead dove do not eat tag
You always had a strange relationship with self harm, cutting in particular. It wasn't something you really struggled with, but you still couldn't get the thought of doing it out of your mind.
Despite the few times you tried it out in the past, you never felt addicted to the feeling of needing a blade in your hand the moment things went wrong, but maybe that was part of the problem. In all honesty, you were deeply ashamed of yourself because you couldn't handle it. Not the razor in your hand, not the way it felt when cutting into your skin, not the clean-up afterwards.
Self harm was never a physical problem because you were too afraid to take that extra step it would require in order to actually hurt yourself on a regular basis, but that didn't mean the thoughts weren't plaguing you constantly.
You felt like a coward, strangely enough. All because you couldn't bring yourself to even look in the mere direction of a sharp object without flinching, even as you desperately craved the feeling of using self harm as a method to escape.
Amanda didn't have that kind of problem. She welcomed the hurt, the wounds, the pain. She could slice open her wrists with a rusty butcher knife and then patch herself up afterwards without even flinching.
You envied her and the boldness she seemed to have when it came to those sort of things. It wasn't fair that she got to hurt herself like that without so much as batting an eye when you couldn't. You couldn't even use too sharp of a small kitchen knife to cut things with in fear of nicking yourself by accident.
The jealousy you had towards your fellow apprentice and close friend kept bubbling just beneath the surface until one day when it finally boiled over. Amanda was testing out a new trap that she had an idea for while you watched so you could see how it was put together. Although you were supposed to be paying close attention, your eyes kept getting drawn towards the medical bandages she had wrapped around one of her wrists.
"If you're done ogling the place where I cut myself most recently, then maybe you can come over here and help me," her voice suddenly cut through the otherwise silent room, sounding just as sarcastic and snarky as usual.
"Sorry," came your sheepish reply as you moved over to help her set up the trap. Things were quiet for another moment or so before you spoke up again. "Can I... ask you a question?"
The soft grunt of acknowledgement she let out in response was enough for you to know it was okay to continue.
Taking a deep breath, you contemplated how best to ask before finally just blurting it out. "Will you cut me?"
At that, she stopped all her movements and became as still as a statue. You could've sworn she even stopped breathing there for a minute.
"Is that meant to be some kind of a sick joke or something?" She finally questioned, her tone icy as she turned to face you in a stiff and almost robotic manner. Anyone else and she probably would've already threatened them with a long and painful death by now, but the two of you were close enough for her to know you wouldn't joke about something like that.
Still, she found it a little hard to believe that you really wanted what you were asking for.
"N-No, I- I just-" you stammered out, starting to feel your face heat up with embarrassment. "I- I wanted to know what it felt like, y'know? But I- I can't actually bring myself to do it, because I'm too scared."
The gaze of steel on her face softened at your pitiful admission, and she let out a sigh while setting down the tools she was using to put the trap together with. "Look, I get it. You want something to use as an escape, right? You want to be able to forget about it all for a little while."
She wiped the grease from her hands off on a rag nearby before placing them on your shoulders, her touch firm but gentle. "I know how you feel, I do. And if you need some help to feel more at peace with yourself, then... I'll do it, okay? I'll help you."
Her words filled you with both shock and gratitude. Of course you'd wanted her to say yes, but you didn't actually expect her to. "Really?"
One of her hands lifted from your shoulder to your chin, carefully tilting your head back so your eyes would meet hers. "Yes, really. I'll help you with it once we're done here, alright? I promise."
With that, she stepped away and moved to pick up her tools again, redirecting her attention back to the half-finished trap in front of her. "For now, though, we should get this finished up before Hoffman gets on my ass about taking too long," she grumbled under her breath, causing you to let out a quiet giggle.
A little bit later after you'd both finished with the trap and left to head back to your apartment, she kept her promise by pulling out the kit she always carried around with her, the one that you knew held her razors in it.
You watched wide-eyed as she set the stuff up on your small kitchen table. There were several different blades she sometimes used to cut herself with, as well as bandages and antiseptic wipes to clean the wounds after to help prevent infection.
"I understand that you might be feeling a bit overwhelmed," she said while washing her hands in your kitchen sink, cleansing them of any leftover grime that came from working on the trap earlier. "Why don't you start with something small, hm? Something that you think you might feel the most comfortable with."
Taking a deep breath, you nodded before tentatively reaching a hand out and picking up a small razorblade that sat at the edge of the selection. In all honesty, you'd been eyeing it since the moment she set the stuff up, but you didn't immediately pick that one because you didn't want her to think any less of you for choosing the smallest option available.
"There you go," her warm voice encouraged you, sending a comforting shiver down your spine. Amanda was never this gentle with anyone except for maybe John Kramer, the infamous Jigsaw himself, and that was mostly because of the cancer he had ravaging his body. "Do you want to do it in here, or somewhere else?"
"I was thinking my bedroom," you muttered softly while looking down, turning over the small blade in your hand while you spoke. "I feel... safe in my bed, where it's nice and warm."
It was true, as pathetic as it might've sounded. There were very few places you enjoyed being when your depression got really bad, and curled up in your bed underneath the mountain of pillows and blankets you had was one of them.
She seemed to understand your perspective on things and didn't question your response in the slightest, simply responding with a nod of her head as she reached over to grab the bandages and antiseptic wipes from the table. "Lead the way."
Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest it sounded like a death march. Even though you wanted this to happen, you were still scared to experience it.
Amanda could obviously tell how apprehensive you were because she carefully approached you from behind once you entered the bedroom and guided you over to the bed, helping you sit down.
"It's okay. I know this is scary, but we don't have to do a lot today, alright? We can start out with just a little bit, with just a few small cuts." She took a seat across from you on the bed, her soothing words washing over you in a warm embrace. "Hold out your arm, and give me the razor."
You listened to her soft command without protest, obediently holding out your arm to her and allowing her to push your sleeve up enough to display your inner forearm. After that, she took the razorblade from your shaking hand, keeping one hand gently holding onto your wrist and keeping it still while the other held the blade between her fingers.
"Ready?"
A soft little whimper escaped you at the question. You instinctively squeezed your eyes shut and shrunk back from her touch as you felt the sharp blade begin to cut into your skin, tears of both fear and relief welling up in your eyes while it happened.
"It's okay. You're safe here, alright? I'm not going to hurt you any more than what you're comfortable with."
Her voice was like a piece of driftwood that came floating along while you were stranded out at sea, and you clung to it tightly, focusing on that and the way her thumb rubbed soothing circles along the inside of your wrist while she continued to make clean, precise cuts on your otherwise unmarked skin. This went on for a couple of minutes before she spoke again.
"I'm finished. You can open your eyes now."
You hesitantly obeyed, another pitiful noise exiting your throat when you saw the cuts on your arm. There weren't that many, and they were clearly done by someone who was an expert due to the spacing between them and how shallow they were. The blood, however, made you feel a little bit faint.
"I need to clean them now, and this is probably going to hurt more than the actual cuts themselves, so you should brace yourself for that," Amanda stated rather bluntly as she reached for the antiseptic wipes. Before she could say or do anything else, you suddenly shot forward and into her lap, hiding your face in her chest as your hands gripped tightly onto her shirt.
"I don't wanna. It's gonna hurt," you choked out pathetically in response to her words, your tears from earlier coming back full force at the idea of being in more pain.
"Hey, hey," she murmured while wrapping her arms around your body, cradling you in her lap in an embrace that was almost motherly. "Shh, shh, I know you don't. I know that you're scared, but if I don't get these cleaned up then it's just going to potentially cause more problems in the future, so you've gotta let me do it, alright?"
You sniffled like a child that was afraid of the monster living under its bed, obviously not too fond of the idea but knowing ultimately that she was right. "M'kay," you reluctantly agreed, your voice sounding shaky and timid when it came out.
Despite this, you allowed her to take the time to clean your cuts, remaining curled up in her lap throughout the whole procedure (even though you hated the stinging feeling that came from the antiseptic wipes). Once everything was bandaged up nicely, she dipped her head down and brought your forearm up to her lips, placing a soft kiss to the area. "There we go. All better."
A shiver went down your spine at the affectionate gesture, your body melting into hers and becoming limp as you allowed her to tug you close so the two of you could lay underneath the blankets you had on your bed. "I want you to get something small to eat later, just so you don't start to feel a little woozy from the light blood loss."
You hummed in agreement while nuzzling your face into the side of her shoulder. Strangely enough, you'd never felt more at peace than you did right now. You weren't sure if it was the cuts on your arm or Amanda's gentle treatment, but you were happy and content regardless.
No one had ever understood you or connected with you this deeply before she came along. You knew no one else would've been so open to the idea or acted so unjudgemental at your strange request- except for her, and you loved her for it.
You'd let her cut you like this every day if it meant she'd hold you for just a little longer, and if it made you feel this at peace with yourself. You also couldn't deny how addicting the pain was now that you'd actually gotten to try it in a way that felt so... nice, for lack of a better word.
The cuts on your arm might've ended up hurting you, but they hurt so good, and in a way you knew would be difficult to stop craving after this. Not that you cared, because you had Amanda to look out for you, and that alone was enough to make you not regret a single thing.
End notes: this feels a bit different from my usual content but I actually really like this fic and how it turned out so fuck it we ball
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Coming back from not playing for months and seeing black cat.
"What the...? They added black cat. But not my man?" the presence is back
"Which one? You got bucky, matty, remy, who's left?"
"…scott." the presence says dramatically
"Oh god. Yeah they're adding him don't worry. All your boys will be there."
A small gasp "Ok. Good that's all I ask, really"
"Uh huh. Now which one is your favorite?" the other presence asks, and there's a hint of teasing
"I mean-" there was a pause. "They all got their strengths…and their weaknesses. But honestly. I love-" the feed cuts out suddenly
"WHAT. REALLY? HIM!?"
"Yeah. You you got a problem with that."
"No. But- i can see where you're coming from. He is kinda cute…i guess…But like. Daredevil is right there. He's way cooler than-" the feed cuts out
"Don't disrespect. My mans"
"Alright alright. Let's get back to the fight. Let's be luna and susan and kick some ass"
"We'll mostly be healing…"
"But. We get to see matty~" a dream sigh
"Yeah. That is true. I do love seeing matty…" the usual presence laughs
"Maybe you'll get to see-" static noises
"Maybe."
"I cant believe, our cousin only likes bucky. I mean he's cool. But like really?"
"Hey. I like bucky too!"
"But really? When captain america is right there?"
"You like venom. You can't judge." The presence says
"But he's cool. And amazing and he can defeat spider man. The spider menace." The other presence's voice turns dark.
"Oh boy here we go again with the spider menace."
"You'd be mad too if you got killed by him over and over and over again!"
"J. Jonah Jameson's got nothing on you" the presence laughs.
Marvel Rivals Self‑Aware AU: Girl Talk
The Presence had been quiet for months now.
During that time, missions had been put on hold—but not new arrivals.
Every month brought a brand-new hero or villain into their ranks, recruited to fight for the sake of the multiverse.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Presence returned. And they even brought a friend.
In the middle of the usual selection process, heroes and villains alike paused when they saw the newest addition to their ever-growing roster: Felicia Hardy.
The Black Cat was currently meowing teasingly at absolutely nothing. Nothing she could see, anyway.
"What the...?" the Presence asked, confusion thick in their voice. "They added Black Cat. But not my man?"
"Which one?" your friend asked. Her voice was distinctly female. "You've got Bucky, Matty, Remy—Who's left?"
That caused the aforementioned heroes to pause. And blush.
Winter Soldier cleared his throat behind his mask, silently grateful that it hid most of the redness creeping across his face. Daredevil immediately looked away from everyone. Gambit just wished whatever force controlled the hero selection process wasn't organized alphabetically so he could stand closer to Rogue and seek comfort from his wife.
While the three men slowly died from embarrassment, everyone else was invested.
By now, they were all painfully aware of your fascination with those three in particular. But now it was being revealed that there were more? Of course they wanted to know who!
(And no, it wasn't for teasing purposes. That would be ridiculous.)
"...Scott." After a long pause, the Presence finally revealed the name with dramatic flair, even adding a wistful sigh.
Instantly, several X-Men looked horrified.
"Scott..." Magik repeated carefully. "As in Scott Summers?"
"It could be Scott Lang. The new Ant-Man," Storm suggested diplomatically.
Nobody believed that for a second.
Emma Frost sighed. "Once again, our beloved leader's inexplicable charm is at work."
Beside her, Jean Grey rolled her eyes so hard it was practically audible.
You would think she'd be used to it by now. Her husband being a walking magnet for admiration wasn't exactly new.
Unfortunately, Jean had never truly gotten used to it. She had simply learned to tolerate it.
Mostly.
"Oh God," the Presence's friend said. "Yeah, they're adding him. Don't worry. All your boys will be there."
A small gasp echoed from above. "Okay. Good. That's all I ask, really."
Honestly? That was all the X-Men asked too.
Several of them visibly perked up at the confirmation that their leader would be joining them soon enough.
Then the other Presence spoke again. And this time there was unmistakable teasing in their voice.
"Uh-huh. Now which one is your favorite?"
"I mean—" You stuttered. And for the first time, everyone heard the usually shameless Presence sound genuinely flustered.
The reaction was immediate. Smirks appeared. Grins spread. Even a few villains looked amused.
They weren't going to lie—it felt nice getting a little payback after all the embarrassing situations you'd put them through.
"They all have their strengths..." you said carefully. "And their weaknesses."
Your confidence slowly returned with every word. "But honestly? I love—"
Your voice abruptly cut out.
"WAIT, WHAT?!" Gambit shouted.
He physically shoved Hawkeye aside to stare up at the sky. "Non non non! Remy deserves ta know! For all de times he was put through de ringer by Le Présence!"
As if to mock him, the voices suddenly returned.
Unfortunately, not the answer.
Instead, your friend gasped dramatically. "WHAT?! REALLY? HIM?!"
"Yeah," the Presence replied defensively. "You got a problem with that?"
"No. But I can kinda see where you're coming from. He is pretty cute, I guess."
Several heroes exchanged looks.
"BUT," your friend continued, "Daredevil is right there. He's way cooler than—"
The audio cut out again.
This time, Daredevil looked up. Slowly.
"What?" Matt asked.
Then louder: "What?! Cooler than whom?!"
"Just let it go, Red," Frank grunted.
Matt immediately turned toward the sound of his voice. The glare he sent would've melted steel.
Punisher wisely shut up.
"Don't disrespect my man," the Presence pouted overhead.
"Alright, alright." Your friend laughed. "Let's get back to the fight. Let's be Luna and Susan and kick some ass."
"We'll mostly be healing..." you pointed out while selecting your favorite K-pop star.
"But we get to see Matty~" The teasing tone was impossible to miss.
A dreamy sigh echoed from above. "Yeah. That is true. I do love seeing Matty..."
The Presence laughed.
And down below, Daredevil released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.
Maybe it was relief. Maybe it was pride. Maybe both.
"Maybe you'll get to see—" Static. Again.
At this point nobody even reacted. They simply accepted that the universe itself hated them.
"Maybe." You laughed.
"I can't believe our cousin only likes Bucky," the other Presence groaned. "I mean, he's cool. But really?"
"Hey!" you protested. "I like Bucky too!"
Winter Soldier's head immediately snapped upward.
Several people noticed, but nobody commented. Yet.
"But really?" your friend continued. "When Captain America is right there?"
"You like Venom. You can't judge." The accusation was immediate.
"And?"
"AND?" you repeated.
"He's cool!" your friend argued. "And amazing! And he can beat Spider-Man!"
Their voice suddenly darkened. "The Spider-Menace."
"Oh boy." You groaned loudly. "Here we go again with the Spider-Menace."
"You'd be mad too if he killed you over and over and over again!" your friend shouted.
"J. Jonah Jameson's got nothing on you." the Presence laughed.
And in the corner, one Peter Parker wept to himself.
The drumming against your cervix becomes even more pronounced as your body reels through another orgasm, I don't even stop moving, just using your squirting cunt to lube my my girl dick even more <3
"uh... M~mmph~ mommy... Could we ~ah~ stop for a b-bit. I need to ~ah~ rest...~fuck~"
You feel my cock throb inside you as I stop moving. Then you feel every inch and centimeter slowly pull out of you as my wet cock slides out of you.
"ah~ huff... huff... Thank you m~plap~"
You feel the girthy shaft of my cock slap against your face. It throbs across your face as your own pussy juices drip off the glistening rod.
"you see this, mutt? My cock is still rock hard and my balls are still 3 loads away from being empty. Now shut up and open your mouth, your cunt isn't enough lube anymore, I'm going to use your throat again <3"
Oh right... You're a condom for my girl cock. You don't get to ask silly questions like if I can stop. You open your mouth. Reassured in your role as mommy's cock sleeve <3
Satyrs have extremely big dicks, almost bigger than a centaur's and unlike the centaurs satyrs don't care if they'll fit inside their prey partners and will force themselves into whatever poor soul they catch
Satyrs have orgies on the regular and they are huge and wild. They will often try and trick nymphs to join but usually they just end up fucking each other
One of their favorite pass times is kidnapping human women, they taste much sweeter than female Satyrs or nymphs
Sometimes the more inebriated saytrs have tried to fuck centaurs and it never ends well, broken bones are the least of their worries
While rare satyrs sometimes form attachments with their prey and decide to keep them, which is much harder than it sounds. The satyr has to keep a constant eye on their darling or else someone else may snatch them up
You may end up tied to your saytr captor, this way they can drink to their hearts content (till they are passed out) and never have to worry about someone snatching you up
Satyrs can fuck for days at a time and never get tired
Just as female saytrs are more aggressive in their daily life's they are also more aggressive in bed, there is a rumor in human cities that a female saytr will break a man's penis from the sex
Okay I deff need more nsfw centaur facts please. OxO
So I went to look up nsfw centaur facts from the actual mythology for some fun little fact time but all I could find was that they raped and one creation myth for them is Zeus got so angry after Aphrodite rejected him that he jerked it so hard horned centaurs came (:p) into existence. So most of this is just shit I made up lol.
Centaurs are famous for kidnapping and assaulting women (and beautiful men) and all they care about is their own pleasure
They are very sexually frustrated because they can't reach their own dicks and they make that everyone's problem
Female centaurs are few and they are usually gay since male centaurs are assholes, female centaurs also have group sex
On rare occasions female centaurs will kidnap a male human from the raids to fuck, they also tend to be more gentle with their human captives
Because of this male centaurs almost never breed with their own kind, their favorite creatures to fuck are human women
Humans are so small and soft, you make the best sex toys
It's rare but sometimes centaurs do get attached to their human captive and will even go so far as to marry you, centaur marriages bind your souls together meaning you can never leave them
Going with centaurs have two dicks, the human penis can't get you pregnant. They are there just for pleasure
Their second cock is the one that can and will get you pregnant, their sperm is very potent and strong
Centaurs cum so much that you could actually bathe in it
Since their cocks are so large they would tear their captives making it harder to fuck them, so their smartest members created a tonic that relaxes the human body as well as making it more stretchy
When it comes to the sex positions it's a little harder, the easiest way for centaurs to have sex with their humans is to have the captive lie on a bed and place their forelegs on the bed as well
It takes them a couple of tries but they eventually get their cock lined up and shove it into you
If you are lucky the centaur will give you a little prep and the tonic before hand
i rlly liked ur how they would moan post, maybe how theyd react to putting the tip in and or cum gushing out of them when done?
↬ How Kats ot5 react on… stuff that anon asked ;
*sexual content.*
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Manon:
When the tip first slides in, she goes completely still and lets out a slow, shaky exhale through her nose. Her eyebrows furrow slightly like she’s concentrating hard on not losing control.
She whispers, almost to herself, “Shit… just the head already feels heavy.”
When cum gushes out afterward, she looks down with a satisfied little smirk, watching it drip slowly. She’ll run her fingers through it and spread it over her pussy like she’s proud of the mess.
“Mmm… you really left a lot in me. It’s still coming out.”
Sophia:
The second the tip pushes past her entrance, her eyes fly open and she lets out a loud, surprised gasp that turns into a deep moan. Her back arches instantly off the bed.
“Fuck— just the tip and you’re already opening me up like that?”
When your cum starts gushing out, she spreads her legs wider on purpose to watch it flow. She bites her lip and lets out a chuckle.
“Look at that mess… you really flooded me. It’s still coming out.”
Daniela:
When you first push the tip in; She gets playful but whiny. Her hips twitch and she lets out a cute little whimper.
“Ah— wait, it’s bigger than I expected… go slow for a second.”
When your cum starts gushing out of her, she giggles breathlessly while staring down at the creamy mess dripping everywhere. She looks genuinely surprised and turned on at the same time.
“Oh my god… it’s everywhere. You came so much inside me… I can feel it running down my thighs.”
Lara:
The moment the tip enters her, she lets out a soft groan and her thighs tense up tight around you.
“Shit… just the head and you’re already stretching me this much?”
When your cum starts gushing out, she stays quiet for a second, then lets out a satisfied, almost growly sound while watching it drip.
“Damn… look, its leaking everywhere. That’s hot as fuck.”
Megan:
The instant the tip pushes inside, she starts whimpering and her voice turns high and shaky. Her eyes get watery right away.
“Ahh— please… it’s too big already… go slower, I can’t take it yet—”
When your cum starts gushing out of her, she gets even whinier, voice cracking as she watches the thick white slowly drip down.
“Oh gosh… i-it’s pouring out so much… you came so much inside me—it feels s’ good…
-> synopsis ; sophia finally made her move but only when you’re asleep.
-> tags ; somnophilia. riding. p in v. dub-con.
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You and Sophia had been friends since freshman year—study buddies turned inseparable after she dragged you into her orbit during that disastrous group project in biology.
She was the loud, confident one who could talk her way out of anything; you were the quieter one who preferred headphones and late-night anime binges. Somehow, it worked.
Tonight was her idea. A sleepover to ‘celebrate surviving finals.’ Her parents were out of town for the weekend, so the house was empty, just the two of you with a stack of junk food, face masks, and a playlist of old pop songs she insisted on singing along to at full volume.
You’d already done the usual routine, watching two episodes of some reality show she was obsessed with, and eating way too many sour gummies.
Now it was past midnight, and you were both in her room, changed into pajamas.
Sophia flopped onto her queen bed in an oversized tee and tiny sleep shorts, patting the spot next to her. “Come on. Bedtime.”
You hesitated by the door, clutching your pillow. “I can take the couch downstairs. It’s fine.”
She rolled her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows. “No way. The couch is lumpy and smells like dog. Plus, my bed’s huge. We’ve shared before.”
You had—once, during a movie marathon when you both passed out on the couch and woke up tangled. But that was accidental. This felt… different.
“I don’t want to crowd you,” you mumbled.
Sophia sat up fully now, giving you that look—the one that said she wasn’t taking no for an answer. “You’re not crowding me. I want you here. With me. In my bed. Stop being weird about it.”
You shifted on your feet, cheeks warming. “I’m not being weird. I just—”
She cut you off by grabbing your wrist and tugging you forward. You stumbled a little, landing on the edge of the mattress. She didn’t let go.
“Get in,” she said, softer this time. “Please?”
You sighed, defeated, and climbed under the covers. The bed was soft, the sheets smelling like her vanilla body wash.
Sophia turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness except for the faint glow of her string lights along the headboard.
She scooted closer immediately, throwing an arm over your waist like it was the most natural thing. “See? Not so bad.”
You laughed quietly, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating. “You’re a blanket hog.”
“Am not.” She snuggled in tighter, head tucking under your chin, her breath warm against your collarbone. “You’re warm. I like it.”
You swallowed, hyper-aware of every point of contact: her bare legs brushing yours, her hand resting on your stomach under the hem of your shirt, the soft press of her chest against your side.
“Soph…”
“Hmm?” Her voice was sleepy, but you could hear the smile in it.
You hesitated. “This is… nice.”
She hummed in agreement, fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. “Told you. Now shh. Sleep.”
The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the AC and the occasional creak of the old floorboards settling.
Moonlight filtered through the half-open blinds, painting pale stripes across Sophia’s bed where you were both tangled in the sheets.
You’d fallen asleep hours ago, exhausted from the sugar crash and too many snacks.
You were on your back, one arm thrown over your head, the other resting on your stomach under the covers. Your breathing was slow and even, completely out of it.
Sophia woke up around 4 a.m., heart already racing before she even opened her eyes.
She’d been dreaming about you—nothing innocent. The kind of dream that left her wet and aching, thighs pressed together even in sleep. She shifted under the blanket, trying to ease the throb between her legs, but it only made it worse.
You were right there. Right next to her.
The girl she’d been crushing on since freshman year. The one who never seemed to notice how Sophia’s eyes lingered a little too long when you changed in the locker room, or how her laugh made Sophia’s stomach flip every time.
Sophia bit her lip hard enough to taste blood.
She shouldn’t.
But you were so close. Your shirt had ridden up, exposing a strip of soft skin above your waistband.
Your shorts were loose, the outline of you visible even in the dim light—thick, heavy, resting against your thigh.
Sophia’s breath hitched.
She’d wanted this for so long.
Wanted to touch you, taste you, feel you inside her. And you were right here, asleep, trusting her completely.
She moved slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake you.
First she just watched you sleep.
The way your chest rose and fell, the way your lips parted slightly. Then her hand slid under the blanket, tentative at first, brushing over your stomach. You didn’t stir.
Emboldened, she traced lower, fingertips slipping under the waistband of your shorts. She paused when she felt the heat of you, the soft skin, then wrapped her hand around your cock—gentle, testing.
You were half-hard already, thickening in her palm as she stroked slow and careful. A bead of precum welled at the tip; she smeared it down your length with her thumb, biting back a whimper at how quickly you hardened fully.
You shifted in your sleep, a soft sigh escaping your lips, but you didn’t wake.
Sophia’s heart pounded so loud she was sure you’d hear it.
She pushed your shorts down just enough to free you completely, then leaned over, breath ghosting over your skin. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salty bead at the head. You twitched in her hand, a low hum in your throat.
She took you into her mouth slowly—warm, wet, careful not to wake you too suddenly. She sucked gently, tongue swirling around the head, then took you deeper, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed slow and steady.
You moaned softly in your sleep, hips shifting forward just a little, pushing deeper into her mouth. She hummed around you, the vibration making you throb harder.
She worked you with her mouth and hand, slow and wet, spit slicking down your shaft. Every time you twitched or sighed, she paused, waiting to see if you’d wake. You didn’t.
She grew bolder.
She pulled off with a soft pop, climbing over you carefully, straddling your hips. She tugged her own sleep shorts and panties to the side, already soaked from how turned on she was. She lined you up, rubbing the head through her folds, coating you in her wetness.
Then she sank down—slow, inch by inch, biting her lip to keep from moaning too loud.
You were thick, stretching her perfectly. She had to pause halfway, breathing hard, head falling forward as she adjusted. When she finally seated herself fully, she let out a shaky breath, hands braced on your chest.
You were still asleep, but your cock twitched inside her, and your hips rolled up instinctively, pushing deeper.
Sophia whimpered, rocking her hips in slow circles, grinding down to feel every inch. The friction was intense—your cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.
She rode you carefully, trying to keep the bed from creaking too much, but the pleasure was building fast.
She leaned down, lips brushing your neck, whispering, “You feel so good… even asleep…”
You moaned in your sleep, hands flexing on the sheets, hips starting to thrust up in shallow, unconscious movements.
That was enough to push her over.
She came with a muffled cry against your shoulder, clenching hard around you, body shaking as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
The feeling must have pulled you closer to the surface—you groaned low, hips jerking up once, twice, and then you came inside her, spilling thick and hot while still asleep..
Sophia stayed seated on you for a long moment after her first orgasm, breathing hard, feeling the slow drip of your cum leaking out around where you were still buried inside her.
You hadn’t woken up—your breathing was still deep and even, face relaxed in sleep, one arm loosely draped over her hip like you were holding her even in dreams.
She should have stopped. She knew she should.
But she wasn’t going to.
She rocked her hips again, slow and careful, grinding down to feel every inch of you still hard and thick inside her.
The overstimulation made her whimper softly, but the pleasure was sharper now, sweeter.
She braced her hands on your chest, nails digging in just a little as she started riding you again—gentle rolls at first, then deeper drops, taking you as far as she could.
You groaned low in your sleep, hips twitching up unconsciously, pushing deeper. Your cock throbbed inside her, still sensitive, still leaking. Sophia bit her lip to keep quiet, eyes fluttering shut as she chased the feeling.
She leaned forward, hair falling around you like a curtain, lips brushing your neck. “so—so good f’ me,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Filling me up… making me come again…”
She sped up a little, hips circling, grinding her clit against your pelvis with every downstroke.
The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room—her slick mixing with your cum, dripping down your balls and onto the sheets. She clenched around you deliberately, milking you, and you moaned again, low and rough, hips jerking up harder this time.
Your arm tightened around her waist in sleep, pulling her down, and she gasped, the angle shifting so you hit that spot inside her perfectly.
She rode you faster now, chasing her second orgasm, thighs trembling. Her breaths came in short, desperate pants, trying so hard not to wake you but losing the battle.
You stirred—head turning slightly, brows furrowing—but your eyes stayed closed.
Sophia came again with a muffled cry against your shoulder, clenching hard around you, walls fluttering as pleasure crashed through her.
The feeling must have pulled you closer to the edge even in sleep; your hips bucked up once, twice, and you spilled inside her again—another thick load mixing with the first, overflowing until it leaked out messily.
She shuddered through the aftershocks, grinding down slow to draw it out, until you softened slightly inside her.
She stayed on top of you, panting, body limp and sated. She kissed your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—soft, reverent.
Then she carefully climbed off, wincing at the mess between her thighs. She cleaned you both with tissues from the nightstand, gentle so you wouldn’t wake, then curled up against your side, head on your chest.
She traced lazy patterns on your stomach, listening to your heartbeat slow back to normal.
You mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, arm wrapping around her tighter.
Sophia smiled into the dark, pressing one last kiss to your collarbone.
She’d tell you in the morning.
Maybe.
Or maybe she’d just let you wake up still tasting her on your lips, still hard against her thigh, wondering why you felt so good.
Either way, she wasn’t sorry.
Not even a little.
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a/n ; the two anons… this is for you.
btw, this isn’t vague for me, i could do more than this.
Characters: Ghostface, Sadako, Pyramid Head, The Pig.
Genre: Fluff, maybe slight romance(?)
Warnings; It’s DBD and ‘Killers’ take a fuckin guess on the warnings.
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Ghostface
Oh? A fan! How absolutely wonderful!
Why of course you can take a picture!
Your Danny’s favorite person! You feed his ego and go on nerd rants with him about his killings and horror movies.
Danny will still kill you though. But don’t worry! You always die by HIS hands! Never sacrificed to the entity! Your picture is going in his favorite album folder!
But he’s also fine if you escape, hell he’d probably help you on a good day. The entity allows it, as your fanboying is causing GREAT emotion, so the spider god thing doesn’t much care.
You once asked danny to sign a dagger of yours that you play with to roleplay as him during your time in your world. Danny’s ego had never reached a high like that since.
And how absolutely adorable your little reactions are~ a slight cheek caress here and your red as fuck. Don’t worry, he’ll NEVER let you live that down.
Danny, when killing you, might’ve carved the word LOVE on your lower back. For no particular reason ;)
During trials, he’d either leave you as the last one alive or he’d kill you first. More often he’d leave you as the last one alive.
Or, maybe on rare days, he’d let you escape. As the entity doesn’t close monitor the trials (Confirmed by the DBD team in a live stream)
Sadako Yamamura
Hah? What’s wrong with you? Why’re you running TOWARDS her? Shes trying to kill you.
Absolutely shocked and taken off guard when you grab her hand and shake it at light speed, and proceed to… praise her?
Sadako genuinely has zero fucking clue how to react. All that hate, rage, and bloodlust is replaced with pure and unbridled confusion.
Is this a trick of sorts? Are you trying to manipulate her? Why’re you still shaking her hand? Why isn’t she killing you already?
And why do you know so much about her?! Sadako can’t even react with anything besides confusion towards you. Honestly, she just leaves you to your own devices and leaves to kill off all the other survivors.
You simply wave her off while hoping to meet again. Honestly, you’re so fucking weird.
Sadako does manage to kill off everyone else BUT you. Her confusion has now morphed into interest. She didn’t sense ANY type of malicious intent when you were praising her.
Instead she’d just watch you from a far, not really knowing how she should proceed. She SHOULD kill you right? That’s her purpose here, and your to die… or escape but that’ll never happen…. Right?
No no. That’s it, no more indecisiveness! No more tricks! You’re here to get sacrificed and she’s here to kill!
But that immediately goes out the window when you appear to be happy to see her again. Sadako simply tilts her head at everything you do towards her, taking, praising, shaking hands.
Eventually as time passes she grows pretty content with you. Enjoying your strange behavior and letting you live. Unless the entity DEMANDS your death, but she’ll definitely be very reluctant.
Sadako does enjoy touching you. Your skin is warm and surprisingly comfortable. She does wonder why your face turns red though, is it because of her? Or are you just that weird?
Doesn’t matter. In the end, sadako seems to enjoy your weirdness.
Pyramid Head
The executioners role in this dark game is to kill, and punish those who’re guilty of something. It’s a symbolic entity of James’s Guilt and masochistic desire to be punished for his guilt, taken physical form.
So when you approached him with starry eyes and an excited smile that seemed to be craved into your skin, the triangle headed man did not know how to proceed.
He was never actually liked, so BEING liked especially to the degree your showing him is… a new experience.
Honestly. He’d probably just leave you alone. Maybe he’d kill everyone else and leave you alive and… indulge in your questions?
Even though he can’t speak, he’ll just watch you do whatever while you fanboy and ask to touch his sword. (Get your mind outta the gutter)
He’d let survivors live if you ask him. More so because he doesn’t see any type of guilt in you or maybe because he grows to like you.
Either way, there’s nothing else to really say. He’s just kinda ‘Meh’ about your whole fanboying. Just don’t feel guilty about something, cause that’s when you’ll meet the executioner.
The Pig (Amanda)
Amanda is taken off guard when you don’t run away once she ambushes you. Instead you start… fanboying.
Hearing you praise her and go on about the reverse bear traps and jigsaw, along with how you love his work instantly earned you her favoritism.
She had actually found someone else who could see the genius of her master!
Amanda would always test you though, by putting on the reverse bear trap in you, and you ALWAYS survive.
Amanda lets you live, kills off everyone (or tries to) and then just hangs out with you for the rest of the trial.
The two of you just end up talking about jigsaw and nerding out, while she blushed behind her mask as you continue to fanboy about her and John.
Definitely would make you an unofficial member of jigsaw’s cause, and teaches you how to build your own reverse bear trap.
Would probably ask the entity to make you a killer, and the entity would probably accept. Just imagine the intense and delicious emotions that would come when that happened.
Amanda gives you your own get-up. You get your own pig mask and clothes, while she sits you down and teaches you the way of jigsaw.
Other killers find this pretty weird, except for maybe danny, who’d nerd out to horror with you.
Survivors fuckin hate you btw. Except sable who enjoys the trials (I think)
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The end. I’m back boys! And I wanna focus on writing for DBD so please send in requests for DBD (killers get preferential treatment)
Also for the deleted post that I made for yall to guess my favorite Childhood ship without hints—the answer was …
Kinktober 2025 || unfair exploitation of a mask kink with Amanda Young
Warnings/contains: gn! reader, Jigsaw apprentice! reader, swearing, smut/nsfw content, mask kink, knife kink, slight fear kink, slight dom/sub dynamics (dom Amanda/sub reader), grinding/dry humping, mild swearing, overstimulation, could be seen as dubcon in some places
Prompt list used | Kinktober 2025 masterlist
Beginning notes: a mask kink and mandy is such a perfect combination (I was debating between her and hoffman but mr lip filler didn't make the cut)
You were a new apprentice of Jigsaw that had recently been recruited after surviving your trap with a sudden new appreciation for life. Amanda was doing her best to help teach you the ropes, explaining the best way to knock someone out when "collecting" them for their traps.
"First, you want to put your mask and cloak on, and keep them on the entire time. You can't risk being seen without them," she stated while unceremoniously shoving them in your arms. "Wait until they're distracted, then sneak up from behind and inject them with the needle. It should knock them out instantly."
Nodding your head to let her know that you understood, you replied with, "got it. Mask and cloak, inject with needle once distracted."
"I'll be going on my own for this one, but if you're good I might let you join me next time." She grabbed her own outfit and headed for the workshop's shoddy elevator, calling out over her shoulder as she went. "And don't fuck with my things while I'm gone."
You watched as she left, feeling a strange sort of stirring in your gut when you saw her with the pig mask on before she disappeared from sight. Brushing it off as just nerves, you busied yourself with tidying up your own workstation while you waited for her to return.
It was seeming to take forever for her to get back, and since you were a little tired you figured you'd lay down for a short nap on the cot you'd been given. It couldn't hurt, right?
You weren't sure how long you were asleep for when you were jolted awake by two hands on your shoulders, shaking you aggressively. "Wake up," the muffled voice of Amanda spoke through the mask, the dull eyes of the pig staring down blankly where you still laid.
Your own eyes went wide with shock, your heart racing as you tried to catch your breath. It certainly didn't help how she still had her mask on. Something about it made a shiver go down your spine, and it wasn't from fear.
Even though you couldn't see her face, you could sense how the wheels seemed to be turning in her head as she processed your reaction to her startling you awake. "You're not afraid, are you?" She bluntly questioned.
"Um..." you weren't quite sure how exactly to respond. You didn't get very long to think before she was pushing you back down onto your makeshift bed, straddling your hips as she tightened her grip on your shoulders.
"Answer the question," she demanded, her fingers digging harshly into your skin through your shirt.
"No! No, I'm- I'm not afraid, per say," you managed to mumble out, avoiding direct eye contact with her (which in this case meant averting your eyes from the mask). A warm feeling was beginning to pool in your lower belly, and it became more and more noticeable the longer she was there for.
"You enjoy this, don't you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She was quickly starting to catch on. Amanda was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
"...maybe..." you quietly admitted, seeming a bit reluctant to give up that kind of information, especially given the current situation you were stuck in.
She let out a huff, though whether it was one of exasperation or amusement remained to be seen. Reaching down into the pocket of her cargo pants, she pulled out a small knife, moving to hold it against your throat.
You swallowed thickly, unsure of where this was going. Until you felt her shift above you, one of her knees slipping between your legs and pushing itself against your crotch. "Wha-?"
"Shh. This can just be another test for you." Her voice was scarily soft, almost sweet, which you most definitely were not used to. She carefully dragged the blade from your neck down, brushing it along your collarbone as she spoke. "You're much more fragile than the rest of us, aren't you? It's almost cute."
Part of you felt a little offended by her condescending tone, but a much bigger part of you could only focus on the mask on her face, her knee between your thighs, the blade on your skin. It was utterly terrifying, in the best way possible.
"Please..." you breathed out, though you weren't quite sure why. Maybe you did it because you knew deep down that she wanted to hear you beg for her. Maybe you just sought her approval that badly, and you wanted to make her proud.
She seemed pleased regardless of the reason. You thought so, anyway. It was a bit more difficult to get a read on her when her face was covered like it was.
"Look at me," she suddenly commanded, her free hand moving to grab onto your chin, forcing your gaze up on her. You'd still been avoiding looking at her directly, and she wasn't having that.
A slight whimper managed to escape you, your body trembling in anticipation for whatever could happen next. She shifted some, her knee pressing against your crotch more noticeably; this caused your hips to twitch upwards on instinct, seeking out friction from her to help quell your ache.
She snorted with laughter at the movement. "Good job," she lightly praised, as though she was happy with the display of your obvious need.
That caused your heart to stutter in your chest a bit. Hesitantly, you pushed your hips up again, swallowing back a noise of pleasure at the feeling of her knee rubbing against you.
"Don't silence yourself," she chastised, the knife taking a detour from where it had been resting on your collarbone to teasingly ghost over your cheek before returning to its previous position. "I wanna be able to hear all your pretty little sounds. If you behave, I might even let you join me the next time I need to go out."
You perked up instantly. She never let you go out with her, always insisting that you should stay behind in case John needed you for something. It was a bit boring to be stuck in a warehouse all day with a dying cancer patient, to be honest.
Nodding your head in agreement, you moved your hips up for a third time, allowing a moan to escape when you did so. It took you a few tries to get a steady pace, not to mention become confident enough to do it continuously. Your thrusting was eager and sloppy, making it obvious that you were more than willing to please, even if you had no idea what the hell you were doing supposed to be doing.
Breathy whines and mewls from you filled the otherwise stiffling silence, the pig mask staring down with a kind of quiet smugness as Amanda kept her hand on your chin, the other maneuvering the flat part of the knife blade down your clothed chest.
It was all a bit too much. There wasn't a single part of you that hadn't been affected by her, it would seem. Your noises turned desperate, your movements even sloppier, as her knee persistently pressed forward.
"That's it, there we go," she continued to coax, seeming to enjoy the way you were falling apart underneath her. "Keep going, you're almost there, I can tell."
With a finalizing grunt, you came, your body tensing as your intense orgasm washed over you. It seemed to drag on forever, and it certainly didn't help that Amanda was keeping her knee in the same spot.
Whining, you tried your best to wriggle away, like a worm caught on a hook. She waited another moment or so before moving off of you at last, having found a sort of perverse pleasure in watching you struggle.
"Just look at you, completely fucked out just from humping my knee." Her tone was equally sympathetic and cruel, but you were too exhausted to care.
You simply watched as she finally removed the mask from her face, tossing it off to the side before grabbing a nearby rag (one that you hoped to god was clean) that she then used to wipe some of the sweat from you.
"You did so well with following my directions," she cooed out, seeming genuinely proud. Her hair was messy from being put up in the mask for so long, but you thought she looked beautiful. "I think you're ready to help me set up some traps now that you've proved what a good listener you can be."
End notes: I think this is good?? idk man sometimes I just sort of type stuff out and hope it all flows together nicely lmao
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