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For snippet sunday PLEASEEE sue storm x sub bottom reader, where sue is very very dom and talks reader through it, strap (sue giving, refers to it as strap/ dick), she calls reader “pup” and “good girl”, and is degrading
Ty so much!
Sue my beloved 🩵 only a short one but I hope you still enjoy
tags: 18+ minors dni, degradation, strap referred to as cock, pup, good girl, fucked out reader
words: 259
Sue thrusts into you again and you grasp desperately at the sheets. She had you bent over the moment she entered into her rooms and she hasn’t given you a break since.
“Taking me so well, pup,” she groans. “Exactly what you were made for.”
You whine, pushing back into her.
“Still so needy.” Her hand squeezes your hips. “You’re such a little puppy slut.” She gives a particularly hard thrust and you moan. “Say it.”
“ ‘m a puppy slut,” you manage, muffled with your face half in the sheets.
“Close enough,” Sue says, her grin obvious. She runs her hands up your sides before slowly scraping them down again. You shiver. “Such a good girl for me, taking everything I give you.” There’s a pause, then a sharp sting on your ass. “Say it.” She thrusts into you again.
“Good girl,” you gasp. Sue’s nails dig into your hips and she begins driving into you again.
“You’re such a mess. Can’t talk properly and you’re leaking all over my bed. Who knew I had such a messy pup with such a messy cunt?”
You whine again. Words are hard, especially when she isn’t saying them for you first.
“That’s alright.” She’s breathing heavier now. “I know just what my pup needs. Your cunt full of my cock makes it all better, doesn’t it?”
You nod eagerly into the bed and she laughs a little.
“Silly thing. You’ll still have to clean your mess up after. But my turn first. Let’s see how long my needy pup can last.”
Hi it’s me again can you do Yandere Baran Al-Hashimi x fem baker reader where Baran visit reader’s bakery please. thank you.
obsessed Baran 😋 yes please
tags: technically stalking, oblivious reader, first kiss 🥰
words: 399
Baran watches you open your bakery every morning. She can’t watch you close every night because of work but she makes do. You don’t know that she does it but she thinks you’d appreciate the extra security. The only reason she doesn’t tell you is because you act so differently when you know you’re being watched. It’s nothing like the mindless ease you move about the bakery with in the early hours of the morning. She’s seen it dozens of times by now and yet she’s still captivated.
You may not know she watches you but she is usually your first customer. ‘Squeezing’ in a visit before her shift, but always having the time to talk to you. You’re different again with her in the store. A bit more mindful, bashful at times. It’s special. A secret she holds in her heart. No one gets to see you like this. Only her. You’re always louder when you visit the ER, you have to be to be heard over there. This quiet side of you is the balm she needs with another long shift ahead of her.
You light up when she walks through the door, like you always do.
“Hi, Baran,” you wave, then look embarrassed and drop your hand. Adorable.
“Good morning.” She leans against the counter and enjoys the way your eyes dip before meeting her gaze again.
“What can I get for you today?”
She looks at the empty display case. She wouldn’t have come in if you’d already filled it.
“What’s on the menu?”
“You want to see?” you ask excitedly. You’ve only done this a few times but it’s so cute. Baran understands what it’s like to love your craft and she loves that you have that quality to.
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
You eagerly pull her behind the counter and out the back. She makes the appropriate impressed noises as you show off what you’ve made for today but she can’t take her eyes off you. You turn back to her expectantly.
“What would you like?”
Baran steps closer. She can’t help it. She cups the back of your neck, playing with your baby hairs.
“Baran?” you murmur.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
Your mouth doesn’t move. She pulls you in. You’re soft but not hesitant. You match her when her hunger grows. It’s everything she’s dreamed. You’re everything she dreamed.
Can you do Baran Al-Hashimi x fem reader. Where reader is a baker and she comes by the hospital with pastries for everyone and is kind and very soft spoken. And Baran get possessive and whatever you want. Please and thank you!
Can do 😋
tags: possessive baran, voyeurism if you squint,
words: 443
You place the bags of goodies on the little break room table, they really should have something bigger with how many people work in the department, and start hunting for the trays you left here last time. They’re cheap but cute and they help show off your work.
“Let me help you.”
You jump back. You’ve learnt Dr Al-Hashimi has a habit of sneaking up on people, yet it still surprises you every time.
“Oh,” you try to hide your embarrassment, “Thank you.”
Her hand brushes your lower back as she moves to your other side.
“I hid them,” she explains with a smile, like you’re in on a secret together.
“Oh?” you say distractedly. Her smile is unfair and her hands flex as they reach up and open the top cupboard.
“Mmm,” she pulls the trays down. They click as she places them on the table and you snap out of your staring, quickly moving to move your pastries from the bags to the trays. “Some of my staff were getting confused on what counted as a plate.”
You chance a glance at her and have to duck your head again. Her amusement is clear and infectious.
“Well, then thank you for saving my trays.” You finish unloading the bags, slightly adjusting a few of the pastries. Presentation is half the battle.
“You’re welcome.”
Oh. You can feel her breath against your cheek. She’s moved closer, her hand now firmly on your lower back. You can’t turn to look fully at her without your nose brushing hers. Still, you know your eyes are wide.
“I appreciate all the goods you bring for my staff,” she says quietly.
“They’re for you too,” you say. Normally embarrassment floods you when something like this happens but she’s so close that it’s all you can focus on. It’s the only thing your body feels at all. Her breath, her hand, her heat.
“Even more then.” She brushes her lips along the apple of your cheek. You freeze, wondering if you’re dreaming.
Someone clears their throat and you jerk back in surprise. Dr Javadi and Dr Santos are standing in the door. Dr Javadi’s eyes are as wide as yours.
“Okay,” Dr Santos draws out the word. “Message loud and clear.” She steps fully inside and swipes the pastry closest to her. Yes, you certainly got the message but you’re not sure what message she was meant to get from seeing that. Dr Santos looks at Dr Javadi and rolls her eyes. She grabs two more pastries and shoves one into Dr Javadi’s hands before pushing her out the door muttering, “She wants that cookie so bad.”
Agatha is reader's gf and Rio stalks them both and kidnaps reader bc she knows Agatha would be harder to kidnap but Rio wants both, Agatha comes to get reader and Rio then traps her as well using u to keep her there and it's bc Rio wants both Aggie and Reader to be hers :3
No magic au 🫡 well, implied. Thanks for sending this in!! There can never be enough kidnapping fics in the world 😋
“Uh-uh,” Rio says, pressing the knife closer to your throat. Agatha pauses and you can see in her eyes that she’s weighing her options. You really hope one of those options isn’t letting your throat be cut but you you can never really tell with her. Agatha, reluctantly, steps back and leans down to clip the cuff around her ankle. It’s a literal ball and chain. It’d be hilarious if you were in a different situation.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Rio warns as she slowly lowers the knife. She doesn’t step away from you, her warm front pressed firmly against your back. She moves the arm wrapped around your waist so she can fondle your waistband. You stiffen, eyes wide. Agatha’s expression has yet to change. Rio plops her chin on your shoulder, no doubt watching Agatha as her other hand lands on your hip, the knife having disappeared somewhere in her clothing.
“Don’t give me that look,” Rio says, like Agatha’s expression isn’t flat. Maybe a little unimpressed. “I know you’ve been fantasising about this. Your little toy trapped under me.”
“I’ve never been one for chains.”
“Liar,” Rio says, sounding delighted. Her fingers dip under your waistband and you try to move. Her nails dig warningly into your hip and the knowledge that she has a knife makes you still.
“For myself,” Agatha adds dryly. “We both know how much I enjoy you all wrapped up.”
“What about this one?” Rio gives you a little shake using the hand on your hip. She showed off how strong she was when she kidnapped you but it’s still odd to feel. “Do you enjoy this one all curled up in the corner?”
“Not particularly,” Agatha says. Rio’s hand goes into your underwear. A panicked sound escapes you as you grab her wrist. Agatha steps forward but the chain rattles and she stops. “What do you want, Rio?”
“I want both of you,” Rio breathes. She sinks two fingers into you and you gasp. The games you’ve played with Agatha have confused your body in this moment to make you embarrassingly wet. Rio easily moves in and out of you. You try to pull her hand out but it’s like she can’t feel you at all. Rio makes a humming noise, turning to brush her lips over your cheek. “So wet,” she murmurs low enough the words could be just for you. Until she looks at Agatha.
“Look at you,” she says. “Usually you’re frothing whenever someone touches your things.” Rio presses her palm down to rub your clit. You gasp. “Why don’t you come closer, Agatha,” Rio croons. “We can play together.”
Could do Agatha and Rio and Reader with reader being a pure sub bottom and they're both top (either one or both being dom) and they tie reader up soooo nicely with rope and a spreader bar bc reader was late coming back home or smth :3
Hiiii absolutely I can :3
tags: 18+ minors dni, bondage, spreader bar, bruising grip, nails digging in, making out, edging, overstimulation
words: 370
Rio presses the vibrator back down onto your clit and lightning shoots up your spine. You gasp, jolting against your restraints as you instinctively try to close your legs. Your ankles press into the spreader bar instead and your sensitive cunt is left at their mercy. Agatha pinches your nipples again to make you cry out. You do. You beg and plead and whine and promise I’ll never do it again over and over and over again but they’re deaf to it. You mean what you say, you hadn’t realised how seriously they take you being on time, but they aren’t looking for apologies or promises. They use punishments to drive a message home, and they revel in it.
Rio lifts the vibrator and you whimper, chest heaving. You can’t relax with Agatha’s attention on your nipples. Rio’s other hand is buried in your thigh, no doubt leaving a hand-shaped bruise and nail marks. You look to see how long of a break she’s going to give you but her eyes are focused on Agatha and where she plays with you. It had started out as edging, which devolved into forced orgasms, which has circled back to edging. Or maybe it’s a mix now. You can’t tell anymore.
Rio drops the vibrator and pulls Agatha into a sloppy kiss, her other hand not leaving your thigh. It’s only now you realise how much self-restraint they’ve shown in only touching you. Or maybe they were so fixated on your pain they forgot.
Agatha kisses back just as fiercely, her hands moving to Rio’s hair to pull her in tighter. The wet noises their lips make are almost as loud as the ones your cunt was making a few seconds ago. Agatha moves one hand from Rio’s hair, trails it down her chest to cop a feel, before finding Rio’s soaked curls. Rio moans, long and loud, as Agatha pushes two fingers in with no resistance.
They’re going to fuck over you, you realise. You try to move but the ropes hold you still. Bucking your hips is useless with Rio’s hand still on your thigh. You can only whimper as Rio’s nails dig deeper as she falls apart under Agatha’s attention.
Hi! I hope you're doing well, this is my request for the snippet Sunday! Baran Al-Hashimi x reader, pet play. Baran loves her puppy so much and spoils them frequently, but what happens if puppy misbehaves for the first time?
Hi!! Yaaaaay puppy reader 🥰🥰 Thanks for sending your request in!!
I am on @dykepitts train of Baran using actual punishments not funishments so the answer is corner time 💔 I was gonna say crate bc puppy but she wants your crate to be a place of comfort. I still think this is really fun :p
Baran made her expectations clear from the start but she does it so softly you often forget they’re hard lines. You don’t have much trouble with them anyway. Your owner is so soft and kind when you behave, rewarding you generously for your obedience. There’s no real reason you want to misbehave, or need to.
The first time you do misbehave, wanting to has nothing to do with it. You’re a needy pup. Baran has always said so and she adores it. You’re always so eager for her and so eager to please. Lazy days often end with you sucking her fingers and humping in her lap, all the attention from her too much to handle. Your neediness, so beloved, ends up being what gets you in trouble.
Baran had been in the middle of working you up, gentle hands caressing, soft cooing, when she’d been called into work. An emergency she couldn’t say no to. She’d stayed long enough to help you both come down fully from the scene, avoiding a sub or domme drop as much as possible, before running you a warm bath and telling you to be good with a kiss on the forehead goodbye. The bath had been nice and Baran had calmed your emotions before she left but the ache lingered. Baran enjoys teasing her puppy enough that you can handle a bit of edging but that always had an end time and now you don’t know when Baran will be home or if she’ll feel like playing when she is. Being in the bath doesn’t help in the end. Baran always bathes you and she always gives a treat when you patiently let her. The memory of skin sliding over yours underwater has you quickly getting out. You thought laying down for a nap would help but Baran’s scent lingers on her pillow and before you realise what you’re doing, you’re shoving your face into it as you hump the bed. It only makes you needier and it’s not long before the pillow is between your thighs and your high in reach.
You slump to the bed after, happy tingles all through out your body. Then guilt seeps in. You aren’t meant to touch yourself without Baran. You technically haven’t touched yourself but your owner made it very clear that she wants you to honour the heart of the rules, not the exact wording. You slip off into the living room to curl up and watch something comforting. You won’t ever do it again and Baran will never know.
Except you forget to wash the pillow. Baran does the usual routine when she comes home but she comes out holding the pillow with a raised eyebrow. You immediately curl in on yourself, baring your neck and looking to the side.
“That’s what I thought,” she sighs. You turn your head to stare up at her with wide eyes. She points at her feet and you scramble over. You keep your eyes on the floor but she cups your jaw and makes you look up at her.
“What’s the rule?”
“No touching without you.”
“That’s right. If you know it, why did you break it?”
You whine quietly. Her grip tightens warningly.
“Was needy,” you mumble. Her face softens.
“I did leave my poor puppy in quite the state, didn’t I?”
You nod as much as her grip will allow, giving her your biggest eyes. Her thumb brushes over your cheek.
“Poor thing,” she coos. Hope rises in your chest. Her grip on your jaw tightens again and her voice turns firm. “You’ll have plenty of time to think of ways you could’ve distracted yourself instead of being naughty.” You wilt. “Go kneel in the corner. I’ll set the timer.”
Sucking FTM Wanda under the table pls...get that meat
Thank you so much
get!! that!! MEAT!!!!
tags: 18+ minors dni, transfem Wanda, oral (w receiving), established dom/sub relationship
words: 595
You’re slumped on the couch, mindlessly staring at whatever is on the T.V when the ringing of a bell perks you up. The smell of dinner has been slowly invading the living room for an hour now and your mouth is practically watering. Wanda’s food is always delicious and you love how much she loves to cook. The ringing of the bell makes your mouth water even more. It means it’s time to eat.
You quickly make your way to the dining room. You hadn’t set up the table like you usually do. Wanda had pushed you onto the couch and said, I’ll take care of everything, before disappearing into the kitchen to start dinner. Disobeying her wants is never a good idea but it had felt odd to do nothing at all. Usually when she’s in a mood like this, she still lets you put out the placemats and cutlery if nothing else. Although, you can’t help noticing the flowers in the vase centrepiece are the ones you brought home today.
Wanda is already sitting at the head of the table, knife and fork in hand. She doesn’t look up when you enter and starts cutting her food when you start towards the table. You try to sit down but Wanda looks up sharply and raises an eyebrow. She’d earned her dinner by cooking it. You hadn’t yet. You haven’t thanked her either. You drop to your knees. She watches you, eyes dark. You wait for a command that doesn’t come. Her expression doesn’t change either. You get onto your hands and knees and crawl under the table. A moment later you hear her knife moving again.
Her knees are already spread. You crawl between them. She’s hard enough that a slight bulge has formed in her panties. You palm it gently and it grows stiffer.
Wanda clears her throat and you guiltily pull back. You’re meant to be thanking her. You gently grasp her ankle and lean down to slowly trail kisses from it to her knee. You repeat the action with her other leg. You nuzzle gently at her skin instead of moving away this time. She doesn’t stop you so you slowly glide your nose higher and higher until you have to nudge your way under her skirt. You swear you can smell her.
You don’t stop. Instead, you nuzzle her hard length. You can hear Wanda release a breath above you. You allow yourself a moment to indulge in her scent and warmth but you know you’re pushing it when Wanda clicks her knife against the plate. The underwear is easy to tug down and she graciously lifts her feet for you to pull them all the way off. You don’t waste time after that. You’re meant to be showing her how grateful you are, not teasing her.
You lick her base to tip, swirling your tongue around it. The sweet tang of her precum has you wrapping your lips around her head. You tease it gently with your tongue and you can feel the way her thighs tense against you.
You slowly push yourself further down before sucking again. This time, Wanda moans. The weight of her on your tongue is heaven. Wanda doesn’t want you gagging, at least not tonight, so you start bobbing your head. It’s so easy to get lost in the feel of sucking her off, sinking into that hazy space where all there is is you and her. The lack of cutlery against a plate tells you just how well you’re showing your appreciation.
could you do agatha x reader where she kidnaps reader and cuts her achilles heel so she cant run away? im not sure if this is too dark, please let me know...
dark is where I have my most fun 🥰 I didn't end up doing the actual cutting part though 💔 I ran out of words. Thank you for such a fun ask!!
warnings: 18+ minors dni, dark Agatha, kidnapped reader, reader gets caught escaping 🥳, very quick implied pet play, knife, scene before injury :p
words: 734
You’re curled up on your pet bed and Agatha in making lunch in the kitchen when you see it. An open window. You carefully sit up and look towards the kitchen. Agatha is humming quietly to herself. It could be a mistake. A genuine, honest mistake that she left the window open and you alone in the room. You’ve been slowly giving in or making her think so, you aren’t sure which. She’s been giving you more and more freedoms as time’s gone on. You’d dare to say she’s relaxed around you, at least a little.
Your heart pounds in your chest. Agatha has always been unforgiving when you’ve broken a rule and this is the biggest one. No leaving the house. At all. She says it’s too dangerous for a sweet thing like you, but you know it’s so you don’t bolt. You slowly rise and carefully walk to the window. You know where all the creaks are, even if Agatha is likely to drown them out with her humming.
You have to take a deep breath when you reach the window, you were trying to be so quiet you forgot to breathe, and to control yourself. Every piece of you wants to scramble out of it, but Agatha will definitely hear that. The windows are loud every time she opens them and it’ll be even louder if you knock into it. You carefully climb through. You instincts scream at putting your back to the kitchen but you have no other choice. The lock scrape your skin even as you try to twist away from it. Every second is agonisingly slow. You expect a hand to close around your leg at any moment.
And then you’re suddenly touching grass. You freeze for a moment. The feeling feels so foreign now and you forgot how strong it can smell. Remembering yourself, you crawl forward. Your feet land with a muted thump and you wince. You press yourself against the wall below the window and freeze, but Agatha’s humming hasn’t changed. You start crawling forward, as fast as you can. Ironically, Agatha not letting you walk has given you speed in your escape. The house is surrounded by bushes as tall as trees. At least the windows are. All you’ve ever been able to see is a stretch of grass and the green border. You’ve never seen movement beyond it, or heard anything other than birds outside. Heart pounding so hard you feel like you’re going to be sick, you reach the bushes. You shove yourself to your feet and brute force your way through. The bushes are grown tightly together and limbs scrape you but you don’t feel it beyond the pressure and a few trickles of blood. This is it. The first new sight in— in so long you feel like you’ve been here forever. You stumble free and look around with eager eyes.
Your heart drops, your stomach with it.
There’s a wall. A flat, wooden wall well above your height. You try to jump high enough to catch the edge, knowing it’s futile. You fingers don’t get anywhere close. You scramble desperately at the wood but there’s no dents or knots to dig your nails in. Panic closing your throat, you step back a few paces and run at it, jumping at the last second to try and push yourself up using the wall. You’re fingers are still a hands breath away from the edge. You fall on your ass, panting as you stare up at it. The bushes are too far away to jump from. What the fuck are you meant to do?
“Well, that’s my entertainment for the day.”
You jolt upright, turning to see Agatha standing there. Instead of the rage you’re expecting, she looks amused. There’s a sharp, thin kitchen knife in her hand. Your mouth is so dry you almost choke.
A door. A wall has to have a door. Doors have handles and things you can climb. You dart sideways, sure you can outrun Agatha’s slow gait. There has to be a way out of here.
All you find is a corner. You turn to try again but Agatha is already behind you. She’s close enough that she’ll be able to reach out and grab you, slice you, no matter which side you run.
“Let’s see how far you can run with your strings cut.”
Cassie’s thigh is firm, already coated in your arousal despite her keeping your hips still, and it’s a struggle to listen to her. She’d already given you the gift of eating her out, for your good behaviour all day, but she’s been teasing you for hours and you’re so desperate you want to break out of her hold.
She grips your chin and makes you look at her.
“Are you listening to me, baby?”
You nod automatically. Her grip tightens as her lips quirk.
“What did I say?”
Well.
“…Hump?”
Cassie huffs a laugh. She’s still a bit sweaty, her bangs are frizzy and sticking to her skin, and her cheeks are flushed. None of it takes away from her cocky look.
“Can you do much more than that?” she asks and you pout. “Aw, don’t give me that look. I know how good you are.” She leans closer, lips brushing yours. “You’re just too desperate to do much of anything aren’t you?” You automatically nod again. “I bet it’s the only thought in that little head of yours.” Another nod, this one quicker. Cassie smiles properly as she leans back again. “Why don’t you show me, honey?”
You stare at her, thoughts slow. Her grin turns sharp and her grip returns to your hips tightly.
“Don’t tell me you’re so desperate you can’t even start? How are you meant to get what you want like that?” She pulls your hips down and grinds you against her thigh. Your hands shoot to her shoulders and cling. You whine. “Hmm? Tell me.” She grinds you down again.
“You’re so strong,” you moan. She laughs and starts rocking you against her. She lets you bask in the warm, tingling feeling for a while before asking,
“How does that feel, baby?”
“Feel s’good,” you mumble.
“Yeah? Show me how good.” When you stare at her again, she says, “Go on. Do it yourself.”
“No,” you whine. You won’t be able to get the consistent pressure she’s giving you.
“No?”
“No, no. Need you. Need you. Please?”
Cassie squeezes your hips. “Just this once.” You never been happier to hear a lie. You grind down eagerly as she starts to control your movements again. “C’mon, sweetheart. Make a mess all over my thigh. Show me how good I make you feel.”
The tingles turn to waves and it’s not long before your core tightens. Lightning spikes up your spine and you curl in on yourself, gasping. Cassie starts murmuring in your ear, rocking you more gently against her thigh as you come. The orgasm is just as quick as you were and you’re soon shuddering into a limp form. She presses a wet kiss to your sweaty forehead.
“Did so good for me.”
It’s only then that you notice how your fingers ache. You hope there’s bruises on her shoulders so they’ll match the ones on your hips.
Hello I have something for your snippet Sunday!! (I am a mutual, just sending on anon because I'm scared of getting harassed for this one 😭😭)
How about stepmom!Wanda Maximoff, taking innocent reader's virginity. Reader is over 18 but they have been very sheltered and don't really know about sex, just know that they're not meant to let people touch them there (but Wanda reassures them that it's okay, Mommy is allowed to)
I guess I'm thinking of a sort of very dubcon vibe where reader doesn't know what's going on, and isn't sure if Wanda should be touching them like that, but it feels so good-
Hiiiiiiii!!!! Thanks for sending one in so quickly 🥰 Calmed the nerves of not getting any asks and having to silently delete the post 🤧
Honestly fair!! Although I haven't experienced it much.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, innocent reader, dubcon bc innocent, virgin reader, mom, good girl
Words: 417
It had started slow. Your stepmom, Wanda, has always been touchy. She told you that’s how all moms touch their kids and you hadn’t thought much about it at all. Wanda has always been so kind to you, so soft, and you enjoyed her caresses. Down your arm, over your shoulder, down your spine, against your hip. Brushing against you as she walks passed. You’d been a bit jumpy at first but by now it’s faded into the background of normalcy. A good stepmom shows her stepkid affection, even in adulthood.
She says the same thing tonight. You’d asked to watch the movie in your room instead of the couch so you could properly spread out. Wanda rarely says no to you so you’re both curled under the same blanket. Your shoulder brushes Wanda’s and she soon has an arm wrapped around you. It’s a chilly night and it isn’t the first time, so you easily lean into her. Her other hand starts rubbing soothing circles into your thigh and you barely twitch. She started doing that months ago and you’ve yet to notice how high she’s starting to go. It makes you tingle sometimes but you don’t know what it means. It doesn’t feel bad so you don’t think you need to tell anyone.
You realise something new is happening when her fingers slip under the edge of a leg of your sleep shorts. Her fingers curls to rub the inside of your skin and your leg jumps at the sensitive feeling. The tingling returns abruptly. You turn to look at her.
“Mom?”
She doesn’t look at you. “Watch the movie, sweetheart.”
You hesitate but look back at the T.V. She keeps rubbing in the same spot long enough for the worry in your chest to ease, even if the tingling can’t let you relax.
Suddenly, her fingers are on the heat between your legs. You tense, legs instinctively pressing together. Now that she’s pressing against you, you can feel the wetness of your underwear. You don’t know what it means.
“Open your legs,” Wanda says, so tenderly it almost doesn’t sound like a command.
You know no one is supposed to touch you there but— but it’s Wanda. She’s taken such great care of you, even though she didn’t have to. She’s so kind, and caring, and it feels so good...you slowly part your legs. Wanda presses her lips to your cheek.
“Good girl,” Wanda murmurs against your skin. You relax fully into her.
This week’s snippet Sunday asks are closed! Thanks to everyone who’s sent an ask. They’ve all been very hot >:3
This will be a regular thing but not weekly. It’ll depend how full my schedule is for the second half of the week so I can actually post asks in time. See you next time!!
This week’s snippet Sunday asks are closed! Thanks to everyone who’s sent an ask. They’ve all been very hot >:3
This will be a regular thing but not weekly. It’ll depend how full my schedule is for the second half of the week so I can actually post asks in time. See you next time!!
