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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!!
Puppy reader who likes to wrestle with puppygirl Santos. Sometimes they play a bit too rough and Cassie and Baran has to pull them apart while scolding them. Poor puppies just wanna play!
puppygirl trinity is such a roughhouser. she'll wrestle with you and you both go rolling around the floor and its a flurry of tails and teeth. baran and cassie let it happen for a while but if they hear one pained yip! they both jump to their feet and they each tug on one of you by the collar or scruff.
baran scolding trinity and trinity pouting and saying, "s'not even my fault, they tripped over their own tail!!"
cassie checking you to make sure that you're not too hurt and it was just a instinctive noise and you're squirming away from her. "im fine lemme go play!!" and cassie and baran just look at each other and shake their heads because their pups are sooo silly
