dreaming of mercy

Jessica Drew , aka Arachne - Spitfire beta of the Marvelous Desires Tumblrverse.

[facefulofspiderbite]

Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

[prettypoisonishercry]

"No touchie," she chides and again smacks away the hands that try to make it easier for Jess to move.  "This is my magic show here."  There is almost immediately another reach for the shorts and Natasha rumbles warningly, not truly annoyed just yet.  It’s clear that Jess isn’t giving much heed to that though.  

Natasha makes the split-second decision to be preemptive.  There’s a shuffle and another quick-fire, impossible to follow flip and Jess’s panty-bound knees are pressing into the couch, her waist bent over the couch arm and her upper body swaying free.  ”So since you’re so determined to run things I’ll give you the choice.  Tongue.  Fingers.  Dick.  Pick two. Then we’ll play a round of hide and scream.”

[facefulofspiderbite]

What the hell is up with the world going from zero to barf on me today?

She landed on the high part of her stomach with preserved the breath in her lungs, but her hands had to reach for the floor to keep herself from catapulting over the arm. A little grunt of surprise echoed from her when she landed, but it wasn't completely ungraceful and when she flipped her hair over her back the grin she shot Tasha was shameless.

"You're mean," she muttered back, taking a second to consider her options with her lower lip between her teeth. She let it slide loose slowly, emphasizing the moment it popped free with a twitch of her grin as she sat up high enough to plant her elbows on either side of her chest.

"I think we both know what I'm gonna say," she added. "But since you insist on hearing me be filthy, I promise I won't complain if you use both holes wide with your dick or your fingers just fuck me already."

[facefulofspiderbite]

Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

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Natasha pulls back once, only to mutter ‘I did warn you!’ before diving back in, hungry mouth seeking her previous position.  Her fingers wrap in the thin fabric of Jess’ panties and tug it to the side.  Not far - these are far too pretty to ruin - but she doesn’t need much space before her tongue can slip in, swirling teasingly over the tip of the clitoris, dipping into the gathering wetness to spread up and down Jess’ folds.  In this position she doesn’t have enough leverage to do more than tease at the edges of Jess’ opening but she takes what she can get.

"One of these days," she says during one of the moments she comes up for air.  "I’m going to have to bend you over something and eat you out until you cum.  You’re fucking delicious."

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Ahh, there was the vulgar mouth Jess loved so much. "You could do that now," she remarked through a heavy breath, briefly letting go of the curls around her fingers to try and push at her bunched up shorts. The way her legs were pinned was hell on her thighs, and if she couldn't get the damn things off soon she was gonna tear them off.

No good. Tasha only swatted her hands away, then did some sort of swirl thing with her tongue that had Jess momentarily seeing stars and arching a little higher off the couch seat.

She grinned through a hard breath, making another fruitless push at the garment keeping her from stretching her legs out. "I don't even care where you put it at this point, just hurry up," she rushed out, too winded to enunciate every syllable

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

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"It doesn’t actually," she says, conspicuously eyeing the fabulous stretch and the curves it emphasizes.  "Or at least, not beyond the setup."  Both hands sneak under Jess’ thighs, giving one good grope for posterior’s sake (ha, punny) before peeling her pants down her legs.  Farther and farther until she’s bare nearly to the knee and leaves only her polka dot panties.  Natasha wiggles a finger up through one of the leg holes and tugs it aside.  "And now for my next trick," she says with a grin that’s down right devilish.  "I’ll make my tongue disappear."

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That wasn't fair. The way her shorts bunched around her knees meant kicking them off was nearly impossible, one leg propped against the back of the sofa and the other trying to dangle off the edge but only managing to get toward the edge where her toes rested.

And then Natasha made good on her word. (Like there was any doubt.)

Her lower back immediately arched up off the couch, a rough little squeak tearing through her before it tapered off into a needy little whimper. Her nails were still covered with the white tips she'd used for her day with Clay, so when she pressed her fingers through the ringlets on the top of Tasha's head her nails pressed right to the scalp. "No fair," she managed to grumble out before she sucked in a sharp breath, too overtaken by whatever the unholy fuck she'd just done with her tongue to linger on petty annoyances.

[facefulofspiderbite]

Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

[prettypoisonishercry]

"According to medical advice I’ve found online there is such a state as having a ‘lady boner’," Natasha informs her.  "From the illuminating diagrams I can only surmise that they are made of 98% rainbows and not much substance.  If your panties ever start emanating you know why."  She shifts so she’s nearly fully prone on top of Jess.  "Not one for much foreplay are you," she notes unnecessarily with a small smile.  It seems to be a bit of a trend for her, falling in with the impatient ones.  Seems like she has a type.

It also seems like someone is much happier having  Natasha press a hand down her pants in lieu of leisurely kisses and searching touches.  Natasha can accommodate.  

The fabric under her fingers is dry but warm, and Natasha doesn’t comment.  No doubt Jess is done with having her current state of being analyzed and picked apart.  She runs slow ellipses, matching the ones in her own lap, pressing just a little harder at the far points and curling just so on the long stretches.  After a bit she shifts up and back, leaving her left arm extended, caught in Jess’ grip, and settles her chin tellingly on Jess’ thigh.  Her right hand rolls Jess’ waistline down just a little.  ”Wanna see a magic trick?” she purrs.

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The change was noticeable: her movements were purposeful and more telegraphed, but she also gave Jess her hand and seemed to understand that this might not be the best time to play around. Bless her. She really was a wonderful creature.

In silent thanks she gave Tasha back her hand, reaching up above her to grab the pillow from the couch arm to stuff it under her head. The shift gave her a chance to stretch out and now that her head was up she could see properly, chest arched upward as she shifted her hips up and gave Tasha the room to slide her shorts off.

"Does it involve that hand? Because if so, definitely."

[facefulofspiderbite]

Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

[prettypoisonishercry]

Call her whatever you like but don’t call her dumb.

(Actually whatever you call her had better be sincerely complimentary unless you were one of a special few.  It goes with the whole ‘assassin’ territory.)

She goes along with the movement easily enough but the moment Jess was distracted with fiddling with her collar, Natasha flipped them.  And if the camera got tipped over to the floor, red light still gamely glowing and the auto focus moving the lenses to get a good, sharp picture of the frontmost right couch leg well, accidents happen when spy wrestles spy.

"Are we talking my boner or your boner here?" she asks pleasantly from her position astride Jess’ thighs.  "Because my boner is far from dead and, if you would direct your attention right here you will find that my boner is actually pretty eager to come out to say hello."

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Before even Jess knew what was happening she was on her back, the sudden shift in position startling a yelp out of her while her hands immediately shot out to catch both of Tasha's wrists. Jess couldn't win on sheer strength alone, but the Black Widow had to be wearing her gauntlets to deliver a shock. Reflex screamed to be cautious.

But when Tasha spoke again it broke the thrum of paranoia that echoed in her chest, and one breath let her relax again. She was safe. It was Tasha, for God's sake. If there was one person in this tower that she could trust to throw her around (spare maybe Steve... ooh, hello interesting train of thought to save for later), it was her.

So when she spoke again Jess' lips curled into a faint grin, her left hand letting go to drift into the space between them while she settled on her back. "Says the lady who was just purposely ignoring a much easier method of access," she murmured, a little more at ease with the camera still rolling but out of view as her fingernails traced the shape of Tasha's head through the fabric of her sweats in errant circles. "And I'm pretty sure the closest I can get to 'boner' is the soaked seat of my panties, but you're more than willing to test that out yourself."

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

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"Is that what I was supposed to be doing?" Natasha teases, endlessly amused by the clear pout in Jess’ voice.  "You never said a thing about helping."  Jess does a wiggle-rut that would be far more arousing if Natasha wasn’t endlessly amused.  She chases the disappearing hem with her tongue, deftly wedging it between breasts and slipping over collar bones.  "Christ hung around wherever for what, two millennia?  He can hold off a bit for an hour or so.  Three at the outside.  Definitely no more than four."

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The snort she let out was hard and derisive, even with a face literally planted in her chest. "So what, you're just gonna motorboat yourself and leave me high and dry until you feel like tossing me a bone?" she groused through a wrinkled nose, shoving a little at Tasha's shoulders to push her back against the couch.

The combination of the recording camera and her own impatience was starting to itch at her. Was Tasha seriously just not interested? Usually by that point she was at least trying to get Jess back for being mouthy. Something about the situation - or the antsy state she'd already been in before Tasha showed up, or whatever - was just kinda... killing the moment.

Or maybe she was pent up and just getting frustrated for no reason. Either way, when her fingers toyed with the collar of Tasha's shirt there was an uneasy little tic to the corner of her lip. "Sorry," she added after a second. "Trying not to be a bonerkill here."

[quintessentialquartermain]

Knock me down like dominos || Clay and Jess

[quintessentialquartermain]

"You won’t."

It wasn’t a threat, or even a promise that darkened the edges of Clay’s voice.  It was a simple statement of fact.  Clay knew what he wanted, and he knew that he wanted to watch her leave, iron-spine, fawn legs, reeking of him and painted blue and black and red and purple over ever inch of skin.  He wanted to watch her with her head high, her lips smiling satisfied and her eyes saying we’ll do this again.

Her labia had bloomed open, swollen with arousal and parted by her fingers.  It was a mess, she was a mess and Clay adored it.

He didn’t waste time beyond what was needed to peel open a condom and roll it on.  Her fingers were still holding herself open, as if inviting him, and he slid between the digits completely unimpeded.  “Nng god, don’t even need fingers in you, you open up for me so well.” 

It was amazing, watching where he pressed into here, where is length disappeared.  “Greedy little cunt,” he praised, his own fingers swirling in the slick that rushed to surround the intrusion.  “Fuck you could take more, couldn’t you?”  A single finger proved it, wriggling in alongside his length to play with her stretched edge.  “Jesus baby, one day I’m gonna have to turn you over and fuck you on my fist just so I can satisfy your fucking hole.”

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There's a fine difference between letting someone into your head and having someone force their way in. Most people that were concerned with what was in Jess' head either didn't bother to ask if she was alright with it, or had the medical clearance to tell her to suck it up.

But not Clay. He pulled her apart slowly, with just enough incentive to keep her focused but otherwise he controlled the pace and everything she received. There wasn't a bit of control or fight left in her by the time he buried himself, just the mindless beat she sought out every time he thrust forward with a breathless whimper into the sheets between her clutched fingers.

But his words were her total ruin. The lewd promise sent something white-hot rocketing down her spine and into her gut, obscene images and the fact that he was the one to suggest it colliding at once and for a moment it was all she could do not to fall apart on the spot.

Instead she froze, thighs tensed and aching to close but she kept herself still and did her best to wrangle in her breathing and the urge to lose herself to an immediate whiteout. It took until right about the time her toes lost feeling from curling down against the jangle of her own nerves for it to finally relent and recede to the pit of her gut again.

[facefulofspiderbite]

Icebreaker / Jess and Bucky (Comfort Sex)

[revivedwintersoldier]

"Oh ha, ha, ha." He rolls his eyes and barely lets out a chuckle. "It’s not like there’s much of an age difference. Now the difference between beauty… That’s much more obvious." He smirks, but he sighs as he turns to look out the window and watch the storm. 

He use to love weather like this; it’s such a great cover for missions. But now all it does is fuck with his head and he hates it. All it does is remind him of the times when he’d be out there to pull the trigger and end someone’s life; ruin a family, and in some cases, make the world so much worse off. 

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if it wasn’t the ‘good guys’ that found you?" Bucky asks quietly. He can’t say for certain, but if Steve hadn’t found and recognised him, he has a feeling SHIELD would’ve been just as bad as HYDRA. They’re all the same really, just with different political agendas. 

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"Define "good guy"." Because they both knew that term was debatable in context. And in their context, they were Enemy Number One.

When he turned she let him go, curling her arms to her chest under the blanket without making a move to scoot toward his back. If he was still on edge, she was probably making it worse by even being there. Come to think of it, it was probably a bad idea to step on his nerves during a time when he was probably already on edge, anyway. Good going, Drew. Way to get things moving on the most awkward club foot ever.

"Honestly, no." This time when she spoke, her voice was lower and much more somber without a trace of the joke in her initial response. "We were bound to get screwed regardless of who found us. AIM, HYDRA, SHIELD, they all follow the same structure." She'd seen the guts of enough to know, and so had he. "But all things considered, this was a pretty good option so I'm glad it happened."

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

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Natasha hums, but not entirely in agreement.  ”It’s Stark make,” she says and noses softly against Jess’ lips.  ”We could fit 12 hours of video on that and have change.  There’s no need to rush.”

Jess was a hard and fast kind of girl.  She had the come hither look as meticulously developed as the ‘fun’s done, fuck off now’ one, though Natasha can honestly say she’s never personally been subjected to the latter.  Still, Jess is unapologetically wham, bam, thank you ma’am, and today Natasha wants to savor.  She doesn’t plan to be glacial, naturally; her own patience wouldn’t last so far.

But in Natasha’s opinion, Jess is made for sipping, not chugging.

She snags the bottle from Jess’ fingers and takes a healthy drink before passing it back.  Her now-freed hands snake around to settle on Jess’ lower back, rubbing slowly at the muscle there.

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"Ugh, you're not helping," she groused back almost immediately, plopping the bottle down on the end table. This wasn't about them swigging from a handle, this was about them getting some action recorded and Jess wasn't in the mood to waste time.

Natasha, on the other hand, seemed to have ideas that made things much, much slower. The hands at her back only made her dig into Tasha's lap harder, the sway of her hips harder and more pronounced when her hands found the hem of her own tee shirt to tug it unceremoniously over her head. "Christ is gonna come before either of us do at this rate," she added in a low mumble as she tossed the garment aside, her tone obviously more to nudge than to offend before she nosed her way behind Tasha's ear for a short, sharp little nip.

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

[prettypoisonishercry]

It’s like The Office or Parks and Recreation.  Except with a much hotter cast.  And the potential for heavy-petting-to-implied-porn.  If Natasha is lucky.  ”There’s that,” she agrees, only partially because of an excuse to not move.  ”There’s also the fact that Clint isn’t likely to sit through the parts of us playing anyway.”

The letch.  She grins at the thought of him.  She’ll probably end up getting him something nice to make up for the torture (even though he deserved it).

…(A dicking.  She’s probably going to give him a good hard dicking, so hard he’ll taste her spunk when she comes in his ass.  It’s already been planned.)

Jess is, as always, a drinker after her own heart.  There is something undeniably hot about a girl who can not only hold her liquor, but knock it back like a champion.  Natasha takes her first taste of the drink not from the bottle but from Jess’s own mouth.

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Of course the whole premise was bullshit. They knew why they were there, as did whoever Tasha ended up coercing with the recording they were making now.

(She also wasn't naive enough to deny how hot of a thought that was, even if it made her common sense flip out just a bit. If there was one person on this planet she could trust to turn a camera on her in any sort of incriminating situation, it was Tasha. She had to remember that.)

When the space between them disappeared Jess took it like a breath of desperately needed air, her free hand reaching up to brace against the back of the couch while she grunted and nudged Tasha back to straddle across her lap. "Best not to waste memory card space, then," she mused with a sideways crack of a grin, offering the bottle down as her hips idly shifted in slow, hard circles over the lap she was perched in.

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

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Natasha’s eyes got huge and wet, and her lower lip pressed out just a bit.  ”But that would involve moving,” she griped, wriggling more as if to glue herself to Jess’s side.  A sudden press of very uncomfortable coolness has her reaching around behind her to tug the bottle of vodka she had stashed under her shirt.

Yes, she’s got hooks on her bra for carrying things.  Her hands were full and she wasn’t going to leave the vodka and have to rely on liquid candy for the potential to get drunk.  Besides pulling stuff randomly from behind your back tends to throw people off.  She kind of likes that.

Natasha held out the bottle with what started off as a grand gesture but halfway through, when she got bored with the effort, ended up being a half-flap of the hand.

"Bribe you instead?"

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Half her attention was diverted to the camera already rolling by the coffee table, eyes flickering to it for just a moment when Tasha pulled the bottle out as if it ask 'Seriously?' to whoever would be watching in the future. Because she wasn't so naive as to think Clint would be the only one that ended up seeing it. Jess was very aware of the water cooler talk around SHIELD's cubicle farms.

If anything, she was just a teeny, tiny bit jealous of Tasha for it.

Not that it was a malicious thought or anything like that. "You know, we could play later," she remarked back, snatching the bottle up as she wound her legs around Tasha's midsection to keep her in place. "Why waste camera battery when we're just gonna end up teasing each other batshit insane?" She unscrewed the cap as she spoke, raising the bottle to take a healthy pull with a sudden, surprised grunt. Going from flavored stuff to rot-gut is probably a really bad idea.

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

[prettypoisonishercry]

Natasha was perfectly comfortable giving out a little yay and doing a sort of victory half-shuffle fist-pump combination.  It looks entirely ridiculous but ask Natasha if she cared.

(Pro-tip: she doesn’t.)

"Of course this is only the first stage of my revenge," she pointed out, setting up the camera and setting the tripod backwards so the angle adjustment arm is towards the front.  "My save cartridge was also in that night stand and the plastic was very neatly cracked right down the center so everything is completely unsalvageable."  She checked the view, making sure that the couch and Jess were both perfectly aligned center.  "This is only a taste of the torment he has coming."

When she was finally satisfied and took her seat on the couch, it was nearly pasted to Jess’s side, red-hair tucked against one arm so she could roll her head to the side to meet the other girl eye-to-eye.  ”Missed you okay I promised not go get maudlin so enough emotional goop vodka and video games now.”  To punctuate, she waved the Metroid game like a red bull-flag.

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This was why she loved Natasha. All it took was two seconds of rapid fire murmuring to get everything out of the open, and then it was done. It didn't need to be discussed, it didn't need to be expounded, it was out and it was over with and that was all there was to it. 

Plus, there were video games in reach.

She managed to successfully pluck it from Natasha's grip but not before she used the woman's sudden vice-grip against her, tugging their weight over so Jess could work her way inward and plant one good, solid kiss on her lips.

There was a trace of whatever Natasha had brought along as collateral for the donut vodka, and it mixed with the deep, earthy thrum her own poison of choice left behind like the two were made for each other. It was difficult to pull back but if she lingered for more than a second the video game wouldn't happen, and distracting Natasha from a video game was the ultimate distracted thought for a dude who played Call of Duty to zone out. It was a poetic pick, really.

"Go put it in."

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

[prettypoisonishercry]

Natasha poked her head through the door and grinned, wiggling her fingers in a wave.  ”Oh hello fancy meeting you here,” she said, slipping through the door.  She’s got Metroid tucked under one arm and a camera and tripod in the other.  ”So, full disclosure.  Clint Bastard broke my PlayStation.  I plan to make him pay.  Part of that revenge includes videos of me getting drunk, making out or more with hot girls and then censoring the shit out of the interesting parts, then making him watch while tied to a chair.  You in?”

She jiggled the camera in what she hoped was an inviting way, choosing to ignore any implications that she would ever cheat (perish the thought).

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The first thing she noticed was the camera. A dark brow immediately shot up, nearly disappearing in the swoop of black hair that hung over part of her face. "Are you serious?" she scoffed, still unable to hide the amusement in her tone even as Natasha stopped in front of her with that ridiculous armload.

What three things would to take to a grocery store register without explanation to make the cashier question your life choices?

"Are you really asking me if I'd like to be a pain in Hawkeye's ass?" This time when she paused she broke into a laugh, open and real when she flicked her hair aside before promptly tucking it behind her ear, her grin unbroken. "Put it up close so we get all the audio."

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha (Double Penetration; BINGO THREAD)

"Aw, COME ON."

It came out as more of an amused jeer than actual annoyance, and she grinned against it with her fingers curled against her lips. The giggle that trickled from her was light and barely muffled, her nails scraping the edges of her teeth as she rolled her head to look toward the ceiling.

She wasn't drunk. It took way more than a few swigs of quarter-sugar swill to knock her on her ass. That was what the Frozen Ghost was for.

And it was the Frozen Ghost that was on the table when Natasha finally rounded the corner, two chilled shots already poured and the machine in question open and waiting to receive a game. "No cheating," she stated as she fiddled with the edge of her sweater, plucking absently at an errant blue thread as she watched the other woman pad across the living room and into the sunken-down den.

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha

Natasha: My revenge will be subtle and far reaching.

Natasha: And yes. Yes it is.

Jess: So why are we still texting from across... whatever part of the tower you're in to here?

Jess: I'm on the couch.

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha

Natasha: So I'm sitting here wondering if you have a 'PlayStation' PlayStation.

Natasha: Because I have a copy of Super Metroid that's been gathering dust since someone shattered a sidetable which used to house my beloved Playstation.

Jess: Is the 'PlayStation' PlayStation round, gray and old as dirt?

Jess: That person deserves to be shot.

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Cabin Fever / Jess and Tasha

Jess: Fine. But no sideways glares. I'm over quota with those for the month.

Natasha: Deal. I will still try to tempt you to the Dark Chocolate vodka side.

Jess: You're an absolute monster.

Jess: Hurry up. This crossword shit's boring and I've got a perfectly good PlayStation.