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[english is not my first language]
๐ณ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐: wednesday, once upon a time, agatha all along, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children.
๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐: eva green, billie piper, lana parilla, aubrey plaza, kathryn hann
*there's more fandoms and actresses i can write for, but those are my main course at the moment. will add some with time
MASTERLIST
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๐ฟ๐๐น๐ฒ๐: minors dni!!(i know you guys don't care and will read everything you want anyways, but just be mindful of the content you're consuming)
I'm writing smut and things that can be uncomfortable or triggering for you!(will put tw)
i WON'T write for male reader/characters.
writing for fem reader, wlw pairings, etc. can write g!p, and a lot of interesting things actually! I won't list my "no's"(there's not that much of them and they're mostly just the common decency), just make requests, I'll write everything i feel comfortable with.
imagine isadora capri x vampire!reader, but make it kinky & mixed with blood?
you're in bed, having the time of your life between Isadora's thighs, close to going to heaven with pleasure, absolutely drunk on her pussy. and then you feel this smell. familiar metallic, maddeningly delicious. blood. you look up on instinct and see a bleeding scratch on one of her breasts, her claws out and her hand is raised about her chest, eyes slightly wide from surprise. her claws came out so suddenly... she was playing with her nipples and then ouch, this happened. she whines in protest when you didn't returned to your olace in between her thighs, but before she could push you back into your place, you moved up, now hovering over her. your mind was already loosing touch with any sanity and morality just from eating her out, and the sudden blood wasn't helping. you touched the scratch and lightly ran your finger down to her nipple, staining the hot skin red behind your touch. you feel isa's breath hitch, her body melting under you. without even thinking, you lean over her chest, trace a wet path with your tongue over her bloodied skin, and then press your lips to her nipple. you feel like something in your head snapa completely because that's the most heavenly you've ever felt. isa tastes so good, so perfect... you can still feel the lingering taste of her cum on your tongue, it mixes with her blood and god, that's all you ever needed. your eyes are clouded over, you can't form a single coherent thought... isadora moans your name from how good your tongue feels, she arches her back and presses your head into her bodie even more. not that you mind though. through the night isa gives herself some more scratches snd you're latching at every one of them.
university decided to beat the hell outta me i guess because they decided to give us a bunch of assignments suddenly, so for now probably gonna write some shorties like this one
imagine isadora is in heat, she's so needy and her sexdrive goes up so bad, she pulls you to herself in bed and pushes her cock inside of you and you sleep like that because even in her sleep her cock hurts from a boner if she's not inside. you wake up in the middle of the night with her saliva dripping on yourshoulder because she's been mouthing you and you feel her cock jerk inside of your pussy, her cum pumping inside. you'll wake up to both of your thighs wet and sticky with her and yours cum. before she pulls out you can see the outline of her cock on your belly. and think about going around the house without penties because she asked you to. isadora just snuggling to you from behind when you're cooking something and she's slipping her cock inside like it's the most normal thing.
i'm not sure I got the idea of what you wanted exactly right since there wasn't that much details in the request, but i hope you like it!!๐ซถ๐ป
and of course you can take that emoji๐คฒ๐ป
*let me know guys if you want something similar to this/the second part of this work but with nsfw
tw: legal!age gap. dark!isadora, manipulations, red flag behaviour. possibly dark themes, depends on how sensitive you are i guess. slight mommy kink, degradation&praising. not beta reader! I'M NOT ENCOURAGING / ROMANTICISING THAT KIND OF BEHAVIOUR IN REAL LIFE, BE MINDFUL OF THE CONTENT YOU'RE CONSUMING IN THE WAY IT'S INFLUENCING YOUR LIFE.
pairing: dark!isadora capri / fem!reader
summary: living with anxiety is hard, your head is always filled with worries, and your heart is hardly ever at peace. when you're in a relationship with your music teacher, it multiplies threefold โ what if someone finds out about you? what if you're not the only one for her?
"the only thing you should be worried about is you disappointing me. and you do just that, darling. such a stupid little thing you are..." โ her voice is deep, so soft and sharp at the same time, her words ring unpleasantly in your ears.
"and you do." disappointment? even for her you're just that?
"isa, you know I didn't meant to..." you mumble hopelessly, fiddling with your fingers nervously, sitting on her bed and not daring to even look at her now as she was so upset with you.
"it's isadora, pet. don't forget yourself." the older woman says sharply, cutting off any future protests. she glared at you for a moment โ that's theist displeased look you've ever saw on her face. something stings in your chest unpleasantly. that's not what you wanted... not at all. you can't blame her though, can you? she worked all day, she's tired... and you decided to tire her out with your worries? how stupid. everything seems so trivial now, when Isadora refuses to even look at you like you're anything more than just an annoying nuisance she has to deal with.
how dare you doubt her feelings for you? you're her's. stupid sometimes, yes. but oh so adorable... dhe doesn't want anyone else โ no one will understand her better than her pretty doll. she was always amused by your nervousness, you're just so funny with your constantly darting eyes and the hands that you can't keep from fidgetimg for even a second. your anxiety was also useful, because it helped control and lead you the way she wanted. now it irritated her to the breaking point. she wants you, god knows she wants only you, but she hates saying it to you. ehy do tou always need the confirmation of her feelings? annoying. irritating. absolutely stupid.
"i'm sorry, isadora. i really am, just... i love you so much, i need you so much, I can't live without you. i can't... I can't stand it if you leave me. you know how life is... i hate all this so much, i just want to be with you. please. i know i'm annoying, i'm so lucky that you're so patient with me.... i'm so very sorry..." your voice cracks, small and desperate. and she laughs โ low, amused, utterly unimpressed.
โoh please" she murmurs, stepping into your space like she owns not only you, but the air you breathe as well. โdonโt whine, pup. you know I hate it when you whine.โ
isadora's fingers catch your chin, forcing your gaze upward. she releases her claws and dugs them into your skin just enough to make you flinch โ but not pull away. you never pull away without her allowing it first. you knkw better than that.
โthatโs better.โ
her lips slowly stretched into a smug grin. โlook at you. falling apart just because you think Iโm upset with you."
isadora tilts your face side to side as if inspecting something she already knows sheโll keep. โyou love me so much it makes you stupid,โ she says, voice as sweet as honey, but her eyes are sharp and attentive to your every reaction. โand thatโs why you need me. someone has to think for you. and who else but mommy will do it?"
your breath hitches, and she hears it. of course she does, her werewolf senses are really helpful with that.
โoh? you like that?โ her thumb brushes your lower lip, not gently โ like sheโs testing how much she can push until you break and tear up... and if you'll give her sich a pleasure. โsuch a pathetic girl you are, darling."
isadora leans in until her nose almost brushes yours, her voice dropping to a whisper that curls at the base of your spine.
โand you know? donโt talk about me leaving you. ever. i'm not going anywhere. and you donโt get to leave either. you donโt get to even dream about it."
her hand slides to your throat โ not squeezing yet, just resting there, warm and claiming and oh so comforting.
โyou belong to me.โ she murmurs, eyes dark and hungry. โyou fall apart without me. you canโt breathe without me. and I like you that way.โ
she presses her forehead to yours, but thereโs nothing tender about it. itโs grounding, controlling, trapping in a way. but is it actually a trap if you're walking into the cage willingly? you can't get a word out, you just lean forward, pressing yourself into the older woman and rubbing your forehead against her shoulder โ almost like a puppy asking for a pat on the head. your reaction amuses her and she gently pats your forehead. Isadora's fingers tangling in your hair and massaging the scalp... and then suddenly she clenches her hand into a fist, grabbing you by the hair on the back of your head tightly pulling on it and wrenching your head back until you let out a whine.
"it's painful, isn't it, darling? well, being doubted by someone you do so much for is painful too. but you didn't think about that when you were throwing a tantrum to me today because of your stupid little insecurities, right? that's painful, darling. i'm trying so hard for you and that's how you treat me in return?"
your breath catches the moment her words hit you โ sharp, precise, perfectly aimed. itโs not the pull on your hair that hurts most, itโs the disappointment in her voice. the way she makes it sound like youโve failed her, betrayed her and let her down. your chest tightens. shame crawls up your throat, hot and choking. you want to shake your head, to tell her no, no, you didnโt mean it, you werenโt thinking, you werenโt trying to hurt her...
your eyes sting. not from physical pain, from guilt that threatened to come out with tears. Isadora's words coil through you like barbed wire:
โiโm trying so hard for you.โ
โthatโs how you treat me in return?โ
It breaks something inside you. because sheโs right, isnโt she? she does so much for you, holds you together when you fall apart, stays when everyone else wouldโve walked away. even if she's the one who made you isolated in the first place.
and what do you give her? fear. doubt. insecurities she shouldnโt have to deal with. you're supposed to make her proud, not frustrated. youโre supposed to be good for her. your lips tremble, a small, shattered sound escapes before you can swallow it back.
you feel pathetic. ungrateful. like youโve ruined the one good thing you have just because you couldnโt control yourself and your anxiety earlier. you heart beats painfully hard, each thud echoing the same thought over and over:
i failed her.
i hurt her.
I didnโt mean to, so why canโt I ever be good enough for her?
your fingers curl into her shirt, desperate, apologetic, clinging like youโre afraid sheโll slip away if you loosen your grip even for a second. absolutely pathetic view for her.
the humiliation burns, the guilt crushes. a tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it, silent and hot, and you hate yourself for it because crying feels like proving her point. you ry to breathe, but it comes out uneven, trembling, like your whole chest is caving in.
sheโs upset with you. sheโs disappointed. and the thought hurts more than anything she could do with her hands โ youโd take the pain, youโd take anything. just not her looking at you like youโve let her down.
you swallow hard, voice breaking even before you speak. you feel small, you feel sorry, you feel ruined by the idea that you made her hurt.
"god, youโre so dumb sometimes.โ she says quietly, but thereโs no real anger in her voice โ more amusement. โyou donโt even realize how badly you need me, do you, baby? youโre so lost without me, can't do a thing. and itโsโฆ adorable, really."
you canโt help the tiny whimper that slides out of youe lips. her words land on you like velvet, heavy and warm, and for a second, even though you hurt, your chest relaxes under the pressure of her palm.
โyou act like you donโt deserve me,โ she continues, leaning her forehead against yours. โbut look at you โ youโre mine. every shaky breath, every tear, every stupid little fearโฆ all of it โ it's all mine." she brushes strands of your hair aside, fingers grazing your jaw. โyou donโt have to be smart and composed all the time. not for mommy. I like you just like this: soft, messy, completely unable to stand on your own. when your whole world boils down to the idea of being a good girl for me. because that, my dear, is the only thing you're good at." her voice is soft, but every word is a claim she's placing right into your mind.
you feel a warmth in your cheeks at her words โ humiliation, desire and relief tangled so tightly you donโt know which one is winning. then something in isadora shifts โ she straightens, still holding your head, and her gaze softened just a little. you really are crumbling for her. absolutely and completely, without even thinking if there's another way of living. god, she loves you.
you're just so perfect for her, she can't help herself but toy with your feelings at such an occasions. she loves the way you're not actually dumb, she hates stupid people. you're just... crumbling to her authority and that's exactly what she needs and wants โ stupid little thing, but stupid just for her. not some dense bratty girl, but a good little doll that looses her mind for her specifically.
your cheeks are warm, your breath comes uneven. youโre still hurting, still ashamed โ but her closeness melts it into something softer, something needy. isadora brushes her lips along the corner of your mouth, slow, teasing. โyouโre so sweet when youโre sad. so desperate to be good. to be loved.โ
her fingers slide into your hair again โ gently this time, no force, just a slow combing that makes you relax slightly.
โi'm being merciful." she whispers into your skin. โenjoy it, baby.โ
her lips trail to your cheek, the kiss is soft, comforting. another to your temple. isadoraโs fingers stay tangled in your hair, now just holding you in place, as she leans in, her breath brushing your cheek before her lips meet yours.
it's not gentle, not sweet, nor it's forgiving.
it's more of a "you're pleasing me well, so I'm blessing you with my care โ cherish it."
her mouth moves against yours with slow, deliberate precision โ kissing you like sheโs reminding you who you belong to, like sheโs teaching you the shape of her dominance one press at a time. your knees nearly give out, and she laughs softly against your lips, catching your waist before you can collapse.
โthere you goโฆโ she murmurs, lips brushing yours again. โjust as i said, helpless little thing who can't exist without me.โ
isa's hand trails from your waist up to your shoulder, guiding you exactly how she wants you. you melt into her touch โ embarrassingly fast โ and she notices, of course she does. her smile curves against your mouth.
โyou fall apart the moment I touch you." she says, kissing you again, firmer this time. โso pathetic. and so, so cute.โ
her hands move over your body in a masterly manner โ ะฒtroking, feeling, squeezing. you shiver violently and she rewards you with a soft hum of approval.
โsee? you donโt need to use your brain. just be pretty and obedient to me." she whispers. and you know that she's right. that's all you need and want to be.
Isadora realizing she's falling in love with her student [legal! Age!!!!] and she just can't help herself but go after her. Mean while fem reader has been crushing hard on isadora all year and is loving every moment of it lol
heyy, thank you for your request, i hope you'll like it!! <3
bonus points to whoever got the song references.
tw: legal!age gap. nsfw. not beta readed. a little hurt/comfort, cuz apparently i can't do pure fluff....
pairing: isadora capri / fem!reader
summary: "falling for a student, really? definitely not. I'm just.. protective." that's what isadora told herself. that's what she told herself when she left little notes on your works and have additional points. that's what she told herself when she left lunch on your table before classes, knowing that you're not packing it for yourself. that's what she told herself when lying awake in the middle of the night with her thoughts being full of you.
isadora felt so shaken lately... she's not the kind of person to fall for someone easily. not after what happened between her and alfie. she was so careful with her heart โ kept it guarded, never showed to anyone. no one would understand. well, maybe just one person? you took her heart before she even realised it. one day she just understood that she's not holding it anymore, now it's held in your hands so gently... she never treated it as nicely as you did. a couple of nice words you so "casually" threw in every time you talked to her โ they meant the world to her. you meant the world to her.
the last few weeks were heaven. nevermore is a nice place but you've never felt at home here. it changed when isadora appeared in you life though. just her presence alone made everything so much more pleasant... so much more comfortable. every little touch, every smile she gave you โ you remember every one of them. her smile is so sincere and genuine, you feel like it's the most real emotion you ever knew. when everyone seemed so performative and cold, isadora was as warm as a sun and as sweet as a dream. the first time you found a little note with a lunchbox she left on your table, you couldn't help but look around in a disbelief. you were sure that someone just mistakenly placed it in your table, after all โ you never had anyone close here... no one would go out of their way to take care of you. no one but her. when you finally decuded to read the note, you immediately noticed the familiar handwriting.
"a little snack for my favourite hardworking girl" with a messy dot near by. was this dot supposed to become a heart?
my favourite girl?
my girl.
your heart fluttered, and smile tugged in your lips immediately. you've never felt so cared for.
you thought about it for weeks. was it your overthinking or was it really as meaningful for isadora as it was for you? you doubted. with each new note or gift you found on your desk, your doubts dissipated more and more. you noticed how Isadora constantly looks at you when she thinks you're not seeing.
the flowers you found in front of your dorm room door this morning were the last straw. you'll talk to her. you're not imagining things. all this.. it's too real for it to be just you're imagination. isadora feels it too. she cares for you, you can see it. it's as if she's trying not to be obvious... technically, only the lunchboxes you found on your table had the notes from her. the flowers and cute little trinkets you received never had any notes or letters to them, but you just know that it's from her. was it wrong to crush on your teacher? maybe. but was it that wrong if it's mutually? all year you couldn't think about anyone or anything but her and now you finally feel like you have a chance. you'll just have to be straightforward, a little persuasive.
the wall clock ticked mercilessly, counting down the minutes remaining until her downfall. Isadora nervously fidgeted with her fingers, twisted the rings, took them off just to put them back on moments later, and kept glancing at the clock and then at one of the students in the middle of the class. she thanked gods you had a test today, so she didn't had to be close to you, didn't had to come up to you to help you with the piano or the guitar that's out of tune again. she wanted to help you, of course she did. she always does. just the possibility of being so close to you terrified her.
"you're so stupid, isadora. so stupid. what were you even thinking?" she thought to herself. leaving little gifts on your desk is a one thing โ you "surely" don't know it's her who leaves them for you. but the flowers in front of your door? gods, she just wanted to give them to you so badly, wanted to see your smile in the class... all that clouded her judgment enough to forget about the fact that the boys aren't allowed into the girl's doorm and it's so plainly obvious now who left the flowers. she was giving you snacks and constantly complimented your performances in class. and you're smart girl who definitely will connect the dots.
isadora wants to feel guilty for that, wants to feel guilty for caring for you a little too much, for liking you more than formally acceptable... but you make her feel so seen, so complete that everything else becomes so unimportant that she can't bring herself to care enough to stop falling for you. "it's wrong on so many levels" โ she tells herself, but that's the most right she felt in a long time.
when the bell rings, Isadora quickly occupies herself with the documents lying on her desk, only occasionally nodding to the students saying goodbye, not even raising her head from the papers, as if they were so important. her head snaps up immediately when she hears a soft click of the classroom's door and she sees you. she's trapped now. she hoped that you'll leave with everyone else and she'll have a little more time for herself to keep longing for you silently from afar.
"the flowers. i liked them... thank you. really, I-" before you could finish she interrupted you hastily.
"flowers? oh, someone gifted you flowers, huh? how nice of them!... well, that's nice darling! sucn an amazing girl deserves all the kind people in her life..." the nervous smile and the slightly twitching corner of her lips combined with the way she couldn't hold an eye contact for even a second, clearly gave away her lie. she's really pretending it wasn't her who left the flowers... oh, this will be harder than you thought. she parted her lips to begin another similar monologue, trying to at least slightly suppress her anxiety and hide the trembling in her hands, but the touch of your fingers on her shoulder, knocked the air out of her lungs โ sharp gasp left her lips, her heart was beating so fast it might jump out of her chest any second.
"i'm sorry, dear, I'm not feeling well i think, so..."
"miss capri."
"so i might just need to go, you know..."
"miss capri..."
"but we can talk about it later, I promise!.."
listening to her chatter, not letting you get a word in edgewise, and then her stealing glances at the door as if planning an escape, you realized you'd have to act decisively. your arms wrapped around her waist so fast you couldn't even process what you're doing before the two of you were locked in a tight hug in the middle of the classrom. you were about to shy away, worrying that you've overstepped, but to your surprise isadora started relaxing in your arms. her expression is still worried, a little troubled even, but she's not running and that's something.
"i know the flowers are from you. and all those gifts on my desk too. every single thing always smelled of your perfume... i would never mistake it. you smile slightly and her heart skips a beat. Isadora hesitantly touches your cheek, as if she's afraid that at any second you'll disappear.
"you realized it a long time ago, right?.. you're a smart girl.. I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I'm sorry if I hurt you or made you feel uncomfortable, and if you want I'll never bother you again, just.. tell me."
she was worried, she was scared to the point of shaking in her knees. If you tell her to back off, she will back off, but just the thought that she won't be able to be near you anymore... it kills her. the silence stretched on, only the ticking of the clock on the wall disturbed it. you listened to every word isadora said and it broke your heart to see her so scared. actually scared. you've never saw her like this before and decided thst you never want to see her like this again. you pull her closer by the waist, and your lips cover hers. for a moment she doesnโt respond to the kiss, stunned, not believing that it's real... when she's back to her senses, she kisses you back with the matching effort and passion. soft and slow kiss grew bolder, hotter and more sloppy โ just like you fingers that were fighting with her coat, trying to push it off of her shoulders. you want her. need her close. isadora feels it just as much as you do and so, gets rid of your shirt really quick. she wants not just your body โ she wants your soul. touching you feels heavenly, every little touch, every little caress burns her skin pleasantly, but oh it's not even nearly enough to satiate isadora. she pulls back just to mutter quiet "i love you" into your mouth, before biting your lower lip gently, and claiming it with the needy kiss when you moaned her name with such an adoration. her hands fall on your hips, lifting you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around her waist and you do just that. your breathing is ragged, hot, just like your heated with need and desperation bodies. Isadora felt your hips pushing forward slightly, seeking that much-needed friction, and she moved in tact to you. movements are sloppy, messy and inexperienced but you can feel a knot tightening with need for more. isadora pressed your back to the wall gently, holding you up with one hand, ehile the other slid down between your bodies to help you get exactly what you needed. her hand slid under your pants, fingers pressed against the damp lace, rubbing slow circles that made your hips twitch and buck against her. osadora's lips curved into a smile against your neck, feeling the quickening pulse there. she nipped lightly at the sensitive skin, then soothed it with her tongue.
"you're doing so good for me, darling..." she breathed, "don't worry about a thing, I'll take care of you."
her fingers slid beneath the lace, touching your bare, slick folds directly, making you moan, as you tried to steady yourself by holding on isadora's shoulders. the oldee woman's fingers slipped inside your dripping entrance, she pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to the new sensation. you can't help but let out a sharp gasp as isadora's fingers penetrated you, a mix of surprise and pleasure coursing through your body.
"just relax, sweetheart. breathe through it, I'll guide you. you're doing so well..."
isadora started moving her fingers, stroking and curling them inside your tight heat a little faster now as she found a rhythm, matching the pace of your increasingly desperate breathing. with each thrust, Isadora could feel you growing wetter, your walls fluttering and gripping her fingers. isa leaned in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, catching your moans and whimpers. as her thumb rubbed firm circles on you clit as she pumped her fingers faster, driving her lover closer to her peak.
"it's okay, let yourself feel it take over you..." isadora muttered softly against her lips, feeling your body tense and quiver.
"i want to feel you fall apart in my arms."
with a final, deep thrust and a press of her thumb, isadora pushed you over the edge, your walls clamping down her fingers as you climaxed with a cry of her name.
touch and touch and touch me
isadora wants nothing more than for her touch to caress your heart, to soothe any worries in your soul, to become one whole. and she doesn't want to feel guilty anymore, when you're in her arms and feel so right. and no love is ever wrong.
i have some thoughts and ideas on mean!isadora x reader but I'm unsure if anyone likes that kind of stuff. just need advice on how you feel about the manipulative/possibly dark! or mean! isa?... red flag vibes and similar thingies.
just so i know if i shoud lean more into unproblematic & green flag stuff or should i explore toxic relationship too?
also!! I've got first request OH MY GODDDD. I'm excited๐ญ and by the wayyy, if you see this, could you maybe tell me if you wanted nsfw in it or not?
she loves aftercare. she absolutely adores it both as a giver and as a receiver. she's the most caring person you'll ever know, so she prefers to be the one taking care of her partner. she'll hold you close and play with your hair until you fall asleep. definitely will change your position while you're dreaming so your body won't hurt when you wake up. takes aftercare as something normal and ordinary when she does it, but absolutely falls apart when you leave her alone in bed confused just to return moments later with a towel, to wipe her body clean and dry because she's to exhausted to get up. the first few times she almost howls from awkwardness, and is so touched that she tears up, feeling guilty that she didn't take care of you first. it takes time to convince her that she deserves all the care in the world, but she trusts you. she still gets worried about it from time to time but your soothing words help to calm her anxiety.
B โ BODY PART.
dare i say that she adores every part of you? every inch of your body she kisses like it's a treasure. i think it goes with the fact that she's a werewolf and she's pretty "territorial". she can't keep her hands off of you. she'll be squeezing your hand, your waist or even groping your ass like it's the most natural thing in the world and she doesn't give a fuck if you're in front of the bunch of people. if you tell her that you feel uncomfortable like this โ she will stop. gonna be sad until the rest of the day probably though. she loves touching you especially when you're nacked, the feeling of your skin against her's makes her go wild, she just wants to lick every inch of you. amd sometimes she does. "what if you taste differenly there, hm? i should check..." and who are you to argue with her?
if you'd ask her what body part she loves the most in her own body she probably will say "hands". shortly without much explanation. because it's easy. she's pretty much insecure honestly, so she just says what all the pianists usually say. she loves it when you kiss her breasts though. or when you dig your fingers into her back and shoulders and leave red marks behind. marks โ her weakness.
C โ CUM.
g!p/strap just take the fact that she's a pervert with a capital p when she wants to be one. isadora is absolutely determined that she'll get you pregnant if she tries hard enough(doesn't matter if it's just a silicone. she's persistent.) so she won't pull out until she pumps you full. and if she's in heat she definitely will knot you.
"isn't it just so good being filled up, love?" her hips snapping forward with a deep forceful thrust, the head of her cock kissing your cervix. you let out throaty moan, feeling her so deep makes your mind go just slightly blank. you can feel the knot swelling on the base of her cock and how she grinds against you, pushing the knot inside. ,she trembles and sighs with the blissful relief when she manages to knot you. she's settled in between your thighs comfortably, her hands holding on onto your knees, pushing them up to your chest. her breathing is hard and uneven, she's almost laying on you at this point. her dick twitches inside of you, releasing more and more cum with every second. it's hot and thick, makes you feel full and complete.
"such a good girl you are, sweetheart... taking everything so well. your pussy is so hungry for my pups... desperate and needy. all mine."
she grinds against you slowly and pulls out almost completely just to thrust back in. her moves are sloppy, the wet squelching sound make your cheeks red and Isadora finds it so adorable... she just chuckles and leans in to kiss your temple comfortingly.
D โ DIRTY SECRET
her sex drive is really high and she feels needy for you almost constantly. you're not always around but she needs you so bad... she hates it when you're upset with her and won't touch her but also it really turns her on. one day you came home after not talking to her for the whole morning even when you passed eachother in the halls of nevermore and year moans. you were surprised but suspected that she's probably using some toy or something. she's in heat after all, and you've been denying her. poor thing, you thought. but when you quietly looked into the a crack in a half-open door you saw her. her face is pressed into your pillow and you see her biting and nibbling it. she's humping a pile of your clothes her movements sharp and desperate, she whines and whimpers your name and oh it's such a delicious sight... when she found out just how much she gets off on humping your clothes, she started sneaking some of your stuff from time to time to "play with it". just how many times she jerked herself off with your bra or panties draining them with her cum? way too much to count. she could've asked to borrow some of your clothes, but she's absolutely sure that you don't know about this little "hobbie" of hers.
E โ EXPERIENCE
she's not as experienced as you may think by just how good she is in bed. she had her periods of "rebellion" against her parents and their control but just for herself she decided that sleeping around is not for her. and after the situation with her ex boyfriend? she haven't dated anyone in years.
F โ FAVOURITE POSITION
she loves all positions in which your bodies touch. the more touching, the more she likes it. she prefers being on top though. in all meanings. doggy style? she's on top of you. you're eating her out/sucking her off? she'll put you on your knees to look down at you. she can't help yourself, you just look so cute like that. isadora is the kind of person to lay you down and ride your face until she's leaking down your chin, until you choke on her. and you'll love every second of it.
G โ GAGS
she hates being gagged herself, but loves to keep your mouth closed when you're being a brat. behave too impatiently and demandingly, try to tell her what to do โ you signed a death warrant.
"faster, isa... faster..." leaves your lips before you can catch yourself. you can see the way her face changes, she clicked her tongue in a clear dissatisfaction.
"oh, my girl is trying to boss me around now? and when did I give you permission to behave so disrespectfully? I can't remember such a thing... ah, that's right, I didn't give you permission."
she pulls away instantly, grabs the neaest piece of clothes she sees โ her bra. and with one insistent touch she squeezes your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth. her fingers tracing your lower lip gently and then without a warning isadora is pushing the bra inside. the metal pieces pressing on your tongue, giving a pleasant coolness.
she smirks slyly "there now... that's much better, darling. so silent and so respectful."
H โ HUMILIATION
isadora mixes humiliation and praise in perfect proportions.
g!p/strap
"is your mind going blank already? use your big girl words for me, darling."
"poor thing, you just can't help it, do you? always going dumb on my cock. can't do a thing without me."
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also mean!isadora who takes you out on a date and always talks for you. ordering something to eat?
"yes, we'll take this and this." she slides menu over to the waitress and looks at you, leniency prominent in her gaze.
"you're so helpless without me. just a pretty stupid little thing..."
of course she ordered exactly what you would choose for yourself. she knows you more than you know yourself. but she just likes to make you feel small. small and with no-one else to turn to but her.
I โIMPACT PLAY
i feel like isadora isn't into that kind of stuff much. occasional slap on your ass โ probably. spanking โ only if you're being a total brat though. she won't admit it out loud probably, but she wouldn't mind you slapping her in bed. not too hard and not constantly, just for the "spiciness" sometimes.
J โ JERKING OF
as i already mentioned โ she will use your clothes. when she's especially needy and you're not with her, she'll keep herself busy at that lonely evening by listening to your voice messages you've sent her earlier, while humping a pile of your clothes with her face buried into your pillow.
K โ KINK
she's kinky as hell. literally. breeding kink, size difference(when she's in her wolf form), gagging, humiliation, edging, orgasm control... and much more. sometimes she's into light somnophilia, or rather into waking you up by fucking you into the bed. of course, consensually.
L โ LOCATION
honestly, everywhere. she's happy with any olace where she can push her fingers/cock inside you or put you on your knees for her. doing it in a semi-public spaces like her classroom is something she really likes though. the possibility of being caught worries her, but also plays with her nerves just right, keeps her on the edge.
summary: Isadora is in heat, which makes her go crazy with desire and neediness. to her luck she's got her beloved girlfriend, who of course would love to help her out.
โ nsfw alphabet part 1 (A-L)
tw: nsfw, g!p/strap(will be versions with and without it). kinks, sexual themes. not beta readed
pairing: isadora capri / fem!reader.
summary: compilation of nsfw headcanons/tiny sketches
โ i wanna feel guilty, i wanna feel that it's wrong โ shortfic / oneshot. REQUESTED
tw: legal!age gap. nsfw. not beta readed. a little hurt/comfort, cuz apparently i can't do pure fluff....
pairing: isadora capri / fem!reader
summary: "falling for a student, really? definitely not. I'm just.. protective." that's what isadora told herself. that's what she told herself when she left little notes on your works and have additional points. that's what she told herself when she left lunch on your table before classes, knowing that you're not packing it for yourself. that's what she told herself when lying awake in the middle of the night with her thoughts being full of you.
your only worry pt.1 โ shortfic, part one out of two. .REQUESTED
tw: legal!age gap. dark!isadora, manipulations, red flag behaviour. possibly dark themes, depends on how sensitive you are i guess. slight mommy kink, degradation&praising. not beta readed!
pairing: dark!isadora capri / fem!reader
summary: living with anxiety is hard, your head is always filled with worries, and your heart is hardly ever at peace. when you're in a relationship with your music teacher, it multiplies threefold โ what if someone finds out about you? what if you're not the only one for her?
a little something that i planned as a proper short smut but well.. I'll see if you guys like the way i write and will make something longer in the future if you do.
tw: legal!age gap. light nsfw. not beta readed
pairing: isadora capri / fem!readed
summary: Isadora is in heat, which makes her go crazy with desire and neediness. to her luck she's got her beloved girlfriend, who of course would love to help her out.
It's friday evening, your classes have already ended a couple of hours ago and so having nothing better to do you returned home โ to your and your girlfriend's room. or to be more precise โ isadora's room, in which you just settled without even letting the older woman notice when you managed to move in and move your things too... not that she minded though, she absolutely adored you and having you always in the arm length reach is the best thing that happened in the entire year.
the bed and the soft blanket were incredibly inviting, it hypnotised you to lie down and get under the blanket, hide in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. that was exactly what you needed after the long day of studying, especially knowing that tomorrow you've got a day off so you can spend the evening in whatever way you want. you've got so invested in reading the book you found on Isadora's shelf, that you didn't even noticed her coming in and locking the door with a soft click. as well as her setting her purse down onto the table hurriedly and throwing her coat onto the hanger without much care about it's look or shape. you let out s startled gasp as you feel the weight of your girlfriend's body pressing down onto yours, making you purse your lips. as you we're about to ask something, you felt Isadora's nose burying in the back of your neck, sniffing and breathing surprisingly hard.
"i was thinking about you the whole day... you can't even imagine how hard it was to.." isa's lips parted in a soft whimper she couldn't suppress โ the feeling of your ass pressing to her front all while your scent filled her sense was making it harder for her to think straight. she's not even touching you properly yet, but already getting drunk on you scent. she slid off of you and impatiently rolled you onto your back, instantly burying her nose back into your neck. the attention was surprising in it's persistency, but not unwelcomed. you, of course, already knew what was going on but you just needed to hear her say it. your fingers wrapped around isadora's hip, squeezing it lightly to which she answered with a light nibble on your neck.
"please... just let me..."
a low throaty moan you heard right into your ear, you felt weak in your knees already.
"love, i just need it so bad... need you so bad.. and your scent is so... delicious... oh, god..."
the next thing you know is the cold air hitting your chest where her fingers dealt with the buttons of your shirt. fingers moving slightly erratically as she was too busy nibbling on your neck to actually watch what she's doing.
she's mouthing you.
you can feel isadora's claws coming out, she pulled your shirt open completely, ripping off the remaining buttons with the inhuman strength. the tips of the claws digging into the skin of your chest just a little. tomorrow you will probably wake up with scratches. the burning heat in your lower belly urges you to hurry her up and you do just that โ moan her name in the way that makes her heart flutter and mouth water. you just sound so sinful. the swell of your breasts beckons her to get a taste and you feel her lips wrapping around your nipple. the delighted growl she does makes your back arch and thighs spread invitingly.
"you taste devine..."
her tongue works around your chest, she licks you with such a devotion that it can't even be described as lustful โ awfully gentle, attentive. loving. she wants you so much, needs you so bad... but if there's anything that she cares about more than that โ her love for you. it makes her feel almost pathetic, she's a grown up woman, she saw things, she lived life. and you... well, a girl with a really promising future, whole life ahead. and she's just so down bad for you that she won't let you go even if you'd ask. it's selfish, she knows it, but you're just her's. her's. she never felt so complete in her life as she feels right now, with you in her arms, with her head squeezed between your trembling thighs and her tongue pushing inside of your pussy. you're so wet for her, she almost feels drunk on it. you're her's and she's never letting go. you just belong here โ in her bed, shaking with orgasm as she fingers you through it. with one hand burried between your thighs and the second stroking your hair she's cooing comfortingly.
"yes, just like that.. you're doing so good, darling. you cant take one more for me, love."
as you fail to form a proper sentence from all the orgasms that you already received, she places a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"common, sweet girl, i know you better than you know yourself... one more orgasm for me. cum on my fingers like a good girl and then I'll clean you up. give it to me, darling. you know i need it..."
and you will. of course you will when she needs you so much. it makes you feel like the most precious and fragile thing with the way she handles you with this soft precision but still so gentle as if you might break.
by the time she's done you're already falling asleep. the last thing you see is the blissful smile on her face as she wipes your cum from her lips with the back of her hand.
