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Does anybody else think it’s hot when a beautiful woman is a terrific singer

[maximoffwitch]

project cupid | d. evans

summary: the entire emergency department was tired of you and dana dancing around your feelings, both of you too stubborn or too oblivious to do anything about it. so with valentine's day around the corner, they come up with a plan.

word count: 3.7k

tags: fem reader; age gap; mentions of age insecurity (dana’s insecure about her being older); both of you thinking you’re not good enough for each other; aka lots of pining and yearning; jealous dana; lots of valentine’s day cliches (roses, chocolates, etc.); scheming pittlings + perlah and princess

It started out simple enough with a cup coffee waiting for you at your locker. Taking a sip, you reveled in the feeling of warmth that fought off the Pennsylvania winter and let out a sigh of satisfaction, as the drink was prepared just to your liking. You made a mental note to thank Trinity, thinking this had to be her doing, especially considering you spent all yesterday morning complaining to her how your coffee machine broke and you were now severely caffeine deprived. You thought nothing of the messily doodled heart drawn on the side of the cup before chugging the rest of the drink and tossing it in the trash. It was Valentine’s Day after all—hearts were fucking everywhere.

Spotting Trinity across the ER, already typing away on the computer, you approached her and subtly bumped your hip against hers. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“What coffee?” She replied, not bothering to even take her eyes off the screen.

“Never mind.” You brushed it off with a shrug, figuring then it must have been Victoria or Dennis. “Good luck with those charts,” you said, giving her a pat on the shoulder before making your over to the nurses’ station, not noticing Trinity’s eyes peel away from the screen to follow you intently.

“Hey, angel,” you greeted the charge nurse, who was surprisingly sitting down at her desk, the nickname causing her to fondly roll her eyes.

When you’d first called her that, Dana nearly spit her coffee out, the term of endearment and also your audacity catching her off guard. When she asked where the hell that came from, you merely shrugged. “Perlah, Princess–” you pointed at the two other nurses before landing on her– “and angel.”

Despite the stern glances she threw your way and even the occasional whacks to the head or kicks to the shin, you kept calling “angel” and the nickname stuck. But it was reserved only for you, something Robby had learned the hard way.

If anybody asked Dana why you were allowed to call her by a nickname, particularly one so affectionate, she would tell them it’s because she didn’t have the energy to keep telling you not to. But deep down, she knew it was because she had a soft spot for you, one that continued to grow as the two of you continued to banter, pushing the boundaries of flirting.

Of course, the whole department noticed. It’s not like the two of you were subtle with the way you danced around your feelings. Perlah and Princess had placed a bet months ago on who was going to make the first move and when it was going to happen, most of the residents also putting their money down. But when neither of you did anything, and with Valentine’s Day around the corner, the whole team—even Robby and Jack—who were all tired of watching the yearning looks and sickening pining, decided to take things into their own hands and devised a plan.

“(Y/L/N),” Dana responded, trying to keep her tone professional, the slight twitch in the corners of her mouth betraying her.

“Any Valentine’s Day plans?” You asked with a teasing grin as you took the tablet she was holding out for you with practiced ease. Too caught up in your own bubble, as so often happened when you were around the older woman, you didn’t notice Princess motioning something to Whitaker.

“If you count making sure you lot don’t kill anybody and trying not to lose my damn mind in the process, then yeah I got plans,” Dana sassed, causing you to chuckle as you skimmed the file she’d pulled up for you. “You?”

Shaking your head, still quite amused, you started to reply, “No, I–”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Dennis cut in, though you couldn’t actually see his face, as it was hidden behind a huge bouquet of red roses. “Someone asked me to give these to you.”

“What?” You let out a nervous laugh, a faint blush creeping up your neck as you felt several eyes turn to you. “Who?”

Dennis simply shrugged. “There’s a card,” he supplied before scurrying back to work.

As you untucked the small piece of card stock from the loosely tied string, Dana watched curiously over the rim of her glasses. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach, and she refused to admit the green monster was making an appearance.

“Who’s your admirer?” Dana asked, trying to put an air of nonchalance into her voice as she turned her focus back to her computer screen.

“It doesn’t say.” You frowned as you read the note, which said: Hope you enjoyed the coffee, signed only with a heart.

“Ooo from your lover?” Princess quickly rounded the counter and plucked the card from your hand. “And they got you coffee?”

Dana clenched her jaw, not liking this feeling boiling in her chest. She didn’t know you were seeing anybody. If she had, she wouldn’t have let you in, let you call her “angel”, and, even if she’d never admit it, flirted with you.

When the two of you first started this…well, whatever it was, Dana was hesitant. You were this bright young woman, full of life and potential. She didn’t know what you could possibly see in her, a divorced fifty-something-year-old woman who spent more time in the ER than in her own bed. But as the months went on, and you continued to linger by the nurses’ station with that soft smile you seemingly reserved for her, Dana let herself indulge.

Now, watching you accept a bouquet of roses from your lover—according to Princess, who practically ran the ED’s gossip mill—Dana felt more humiliated than jealous, not that she wasn’t also envious of whoever occupied your time. She should have trusted her instincts from the beginning. She never stood a chance.

“I don’t–” you started to correct Princess that you weren’t seeing anybody, but before you could finish your sentence, Robby’s booming voice interrupted you.

“(Y/L/N), put those flowers in some water, then come find me.”

“Duty calls.” You gave the two nurses a polite smile before rushing off to find a place for your flowers, which were starting to feel like more of a distracting burden than a pleasant gift.

Once she saw you were out of earshot, Princess leaned over the counter, her eyes noting Dana’s every move. “Did you know she was seeing someone?”

“Enough gossip,” Dana scolded as she briskly moved around the desk, effectively putting an end to the conversation. “Back to work.”

As the charge nurse went off to one of the trauma bays, Perlah approached the nurses’ station. “What’s with her?”

“It’s working,” Princess replied in English before quietly switching to Tagalog. “She’s jealous.”

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Two hours into your shift and you had almost forgotten about your secret admirer, a man with a screwdriver sticking out of his leg and a woman with a broken wrist taking up most of your focus.

As you stood at a laptop, trying to catch up on your charts in between patients, Victoria appeared in front of you wearing a mischievous smile, her hands hiding something behind her back.

“What’s up?” You finished typing a sentence before looking over the screen at the younger woman.

“I have something for you,” she sang as she revealed a ribbon-adorned box, which you eyed cautiously.

“What is it?”

“Chocolates,” Victoria answered before quickly turning on her heels and leaving you to finish your charts with many questions.

Slipping off the bow, you opened the box, your attention solely on the typed-out note that sat atop an assortment of truffles.

Thanks for being you xx – D.

Nothing too flashy or cheesy. Just short and simple.

You thought of all the people in your life whose name started with a D, your mind immediately going to one person. You didn’t want to give yourself a sense of false hope, but you knew with one hundred percent certainty that you could rule out Dennis, bless his gay heart.

That only left Dana, the woman who’d held your affection from the first moment you’d met her. To say you had a crush on the older woman would be an understatement, and also juvenile. Rather, you were more head-over-heals in love with her.

You didn’t mean for it to happen. There were a multitude of reasons that constantly ran in your head as to why you shouldn’t have these feelings, her being older than you and basically your superior being the main two. But falling in love with Dana Evans was hard to avoid. All the times you felt her piercing yet knowing gaze on you and every time her hand grazed yours, you fell just a little bit deeper. Before you knew it, you were too far gone.

Never in a million years did you ever think your feelings would be reciprocated. You figured Dana only entertained your flirting because she was bored or enjoyed having something else to do other than scold the med students. Besides, you were only a third-year resident, and she was in charge of the whole entire department. You considered yourself lucky she even spared you a second glance.

“Are those chocolates?” Perlah interrupted your momentary spiral.

“Yeah.” You pocketed the note before holding out the box, the sweets now on full display. “Want one?”

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, the nurse stepped forward and reached out to grab one. “Wait.” She stopped, pulling her hand back and pointing at you. “Are these from the lover Princess said you have?”

You groaned. You loved the pair of nurses—you really did—but their gossiping would send you to an early grave one of these days.

“I am not seeing anyone,” you whispered between your teeth, not exactly wanting your love life, or lack thereof, to become public knowledge.

“These chocolates beg to differ.” Perlah raised her eyebrows at you.

“I-” You tried to explain but to no avail, the other woman smirking at your stuttering.

“Hey, (Y/L/N),” Samira called out, her hands busy tying up a patient’s wound and you being the first doctor her eyes landed on. “A little help over here?”

You looked at Perlah, then down at the box of chocolates in your hand, before looking back up at the other woman.

“Go.” She rolled her eyes as she took the box from you. “I’ll pass these around.”

With a small laugh, you quickly thanked her. “Save at least one for me!” You threw over your shoulder before you entered the bay where Mohan needed you.

Perlah could only shake her head at your antics before spotting Dana leaning against a desk, tablet in hand as she scanned a lab.

“Oh, they’re making this way too easy,” Perlah muttered under her breath as she approached the other nurse.

“Want a chocolate?” She asked casually, holding out the box.

“Chocolate?” Dana scoffed with a disbelieving look when she noticed the heart-shaped bonbons. “Since when are you so big on Valentine’s Day?”

“I’m not.” Perlah shrugged and put the lid back on the box, sensing the charge nurse wasn’t going to take one. “These are (Y/N)’s. Someone gifted them to her.”

This caught Dana’s attention, her eyes widening just slightly and her shoulders tensing.

“Well–” she plastered on a tight smile as she stood up straight– “be sure to put them aside for her. I’m sure she’ll want them later.”

Before Perlah could even agree, Dana was gone, whisked away by the chaos of the ER.

“Yup, definitely jealous,” Perlah mumbled, tucking the box of chocolates under some charts before getting back to work.

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The rest of your shift, you did your best to focus on work and push your secret-perhaps-not-so-secret admirer to the back of your mind. But when the little gestures—your go-to sandwich order already paid for at the cafeteria—and the small presents—a stuffed Jellycat, which just so happened to be a “Pink Angel Leaf”—continued to bombard you, forgetting became quite a difficult task.

You couldn’t stop the downward spiral in your mind, your thoughts immediately going to Dana. While your suspicions hadn’t been confirmed, the gift giver never explicitly revealing themselves, who else knew your coffee order to a tee, or that you liked your sandwiches without tomatoes, or let you call them “angel” for goodness’ sakes.

It didn’t help that every time you accepted a gift a chorus of teasing and prying erupted from the entire department. Too busy trying to deflect Trinity’s innuendos and Mel’s persistent questioning, while also dealing with your own inner turmoil, you missed the way Dana’s eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. However, that wasn’t to say you didn’t miss her.

In between patients and surprise Valentine’s Day gifts, you’d barely seen her at all today. You knew you shouldn’t be upset. That’s just how it was in the ER some days, and Dana had a million more important things to do than chit chat with you. Still, you were allowed to miss her.

By the time you made it to the end of your day, you were exhausted. Muscles you didn’t even know you had were sore, and you could feel a headache creeping up your spine. As you approached your locker, you sighed when you spotted yet another pink sticky note. Plucking it off the metal door, you quickly read it, your heart pounding against your chest.

Come find me. – Angel

You swallowed the knot forming in your throat, the signed nickname confirming the identity of your admirer.

Taking a deep breath, you stuck the Post-It on the inside of your locker door before quickly changing into some normal clothes—a simple pair of black jeans and a grey crewneck. As you pulled your hair out of its ponytail, you hummed with relief, some of the tension from the day falling with your locks. You grabbed the note, read it once more before folding it up, tucking it in your back pocket and following its instructions.

Reentering the ER, you immediately spotted the charge nurse, who was leaning against the counter of the central workstation, likely taking inventory of the cases before Lena arrived for the handoff.

“Hey cupid.” You approached her with an easy smile, doing your best to ignore the rapid rate at which your heart was beating.

Dana paused, her features forming an incredulous expression when she realized you were talking to her. “Are you talking to me?”

“Angel, cupid.” You shrugged as if to say what’s the difference. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Evans. Get in the spirit.”

Ducking her head, she bit back an amused smirk. Dana tried not to let her eyes linger too long on you, but the way you looked so at ease in your street clothes made it difficult.

“Cupid’s a god, not an angel,” Victoria quipped as she rose from the workstation next to you and rounded the desk, acting as if she hadn’t just been eavesdropping.

“Thanks, Javadi,” you retorted, causing her to simply raise her hand and call back, “Anytime.”

“So–” you turned your attention back to the older woman and hoped she couldn’t hear the nerves bubbling up in your voice– “since you don’t have any plans, wanna grab a drink?”

You did your best to sound casual, like you weren’t laying your whole heart out on the line and asking the ED’s charge nurse on a date, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you swore the entire room went quiet. Rationally, you knew that was impossible in the ER, but you could definitely see at least five of your co-workers out of the corner of your eye still and watching.

Dana, however, didn’t miss a beat. “Don’t you got a date?” She snarked, her eyes still locked on the screen.

“What?” You frowned, your confused tone causing her to finally look up.

“A date.” She spelled out with that patronizing tone she used on the med students. “You know, with that person who’s been sending you those gifts all day, practically marking their territory,” she grumbled that last part under her breath.

On any other day, you would’ve fired back with some sassy comment, but you could tell this wasn’t Dana’s usual teasing, her voice low and almost hurt.

“What?” You repeated, your thoughts spinning a million miles an hour as everything came crashing down. “I thought you sent me all that stuff.”

Dana froze as her heart dropped to her stomach. You thought she sent you roses and chocolates, wrote you little notes all over the ER, and got your coffee and lunch order exactly right. Not that she wouldn’t do any of those things—she absolutely would—but Dana had no clue as to what you were talking about. Why would you think she did all that?

Then it clicked.

Dana tore her gaze off of you and scanned the room, realization dawning upon her as she noticed the way everyone—even Robby—was watching the two of you, their spying disguised by meaningless busy work.

“I–” She cleared her throat before taking a deep breath, her hesitancy worsening the crack in your heart. “I think we’ve been set up.”

You followed her eyes and saw the picture she’d seen—your friends crowded around each other in pairs or threes, pretending not to eavesdrop but too obviously doing so.

“Oh.” You blinked back the stinging in your eyes, missing the way Dana’s expression softened as you shrunk into yourself. You should have trusted her instincts from the beginning. You never stood a chance.

As you started to take a few steps back, wanting nothing more to go home and never show your face here again, Dana panicked. Here was her chance. All she had to do was grab it.

And so she did.

Before she could even think twice about it, Dana grabbed your wrist softly, the contact sending a shock up your arm. “Wait,” she said quietly, though, like everything else she said, it wasn’t a request.

“Dana,” you sighed, mentally drained from all this back and forth, but made no effort to pull your hand away.

The nurse couldn’t think straight, the suddenness of it all clouding her mind, but she knew she wanted you, and Dana Evans was never one to shy away from getting what she wanted.

Cautiously, she took two steps forward so she was now sharing your air, her eyes searching yours for any sign that you didn’t want what she was about to do. When she saw your pupils were fully blown and your lips were parted, Dana gently cupped your jaw and kissed you.

Ignoring the eruption of cheers and hollers—somebody, most definitely Trinity, yelling that someone owed her fifty bucks—from your co-workers, you savored the feeling of Dana’s lips on yours, the softness of her touch causing you to nearly melt. The kiss was brief, both of you more than aware of your surroundings, but the glint in Dana’s eye and the blinding grin on her face told you what you needed to know.

“That enough Valentine’s Day spirit for you?” She teased as she lightly poked your side, causing you to whack her hand away.

“I guess you really are cupid.” You played along, a stupid smile decorating your face as you fought the urge to kiss her again.

“Still not an angel!” Victoria called out, and you just rolled your eyes.

“She is to me,” you shouted back as your hand fell to the small of Dana’s back. The charge nurse could only chuckle, her whole body relaxing under your touch.

“What the hell did I miss?” Lena’s voice cut through the chaos, the night nurse putting the pieces together as she noticed you and Dana standing closer than normal while Whitaker slipped Trinity a few bills and Princess subtly held out her hand for Perlah to high-five her.

“Nothing,” Dana answered with a lightness the other nurse never saw on her face at the end of a shift. “But let’s hurry this up because I got a date.” Handing the Lena the tablet, she shot you a wink, and you chuckled, not minding the warmth that flooded your cheeks.

As Dana slipped back into her role of charge nurse, discussing the current status of the pit, you ambled over to the gaggle of residents and nurses.

“So, do we get a shoutout in your wedding vows?” Trinity joked with a wiggle of her brows.

“Ha ha ha.” You playfully shoved her shoulder before looking at the rest of your co-workers. “You’re all trouble.”

“You’ll all be in trouble soon,” Abbot’s low voice interrupted. “Get back to work,” he said before turning to the day shift residents, “or go home.”

As the group quickly dispersed, Trinity whispered to you, “He’s just upset he lost the bet,” and you stifled a giggle.

“Santos, don’t you have some charting to catch up on?”

“Right.” She nodded shortly before pulling you by the arm over to an empty station. “Come on, you can help me while you wait for your angel,” she sang.

“Do you want my help or not?” You raised a brow, causing the other resident to make a zipping motion across her lips. Leaning against the edge of the desk, you kept Trinity company as she typed away, not helping much as your thoughts wandered to a certain blonde.

Once the two charge nurses finished the handoff, the quickest you’d ever seen them do it, Dana approached you, a smirk dancing on her lips. Ignoring the charting resident, she pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered in your ear, “Let me just get changed and we’ll grab that drink, okay?”

“I’ll be here.”

Dana smiled because she knew you would be. Giving Santos a polite nod, she slipped past you and down the hallway towards the locker room.

“Worth it?” Trinity asked quietly, and you knew she was referring to the months of pining and waiting, having been a first-hand witness to it all.

As your eyes followed Dana’s retreating figure until she was out of sight, you thought back to just minutes ago—to the feeling of her skin on yours, her lips on yours—and you were certain you wouldn’t do anything differently (yes, even “Project Cupid” as you would later learn the plan was called, despite Victoria’s insistence that Cupid was not an angel).

“Worth it.”

[pearlsandpiink]

it may be 2025 but in my heart i’m a gleek in 2011-2014

[ladylylla]

I will continue to make fanart for musicals with ZERO demand for fanart

anyways does anyone like spring awakening still

[fatalforesight]

Women are allowed to be annoying, bitchy, mean spirited, unkind, lousy, lazy, finicky, anxious, disinterested, disingenuous, disrespectful, and also be believed when they come forward about sexual harassment or assault. Women are allowed to be unliked and also believed. We cannot keep equating our own inability to like someone to our ability or lack thereof to believe them. I don’t see this inability when it comes to men. In fact, I think so many people love a redeeming arc in a man, but hate it seen in women. Why? Why? Why do men get to have comeback stories from things like addiction, theft, bad workplace behavior, even things as heinous as manslaughter… but a woman can’t come back from a bad interview? A bad press junket? A bad relationship? I can’t think of men so hated the way women like Amber Heard and Blake Lively are hated right now. Even beyond them. It’s so easy to hate women right now. Cynthia Erivo, Lea Michele, Jennifer Lopez, Brie Larson, Rachel Zegler, Chappell Roan, Taylor Swift, and so on. I see unprecedented amounts of hate for these women and more nearly everytime they make a headline, but I don’t see the same energy for men. And if any one of them were to come out about sexual harassment or assault, I guarantee I’d have to see more comments about how it doesn’t matter because they’re famous, or how they brought it on themselves, or how they’re probably lying because they need the engagement or sympathy. It is so much more important to believe women than it is to belittle them, even the ones you dislike or distrust. Even if she did lie, I promise you, the men that they “ruin” the career of can always come back. The internet will open their arms to any man with half a jawline or lukewarm wit.

[lizziesribbons]

"lea michele is a bad person" DO YOU SEE ME SUPPORTING HER PAST ACTIONS I JUST SAID I WANT HER TO RAIL ME

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Also hi cuties how are you long time no see ^_^

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I mmight get absolutely dragged for this but I've always been a Rachel berry defender and oh god lea michele IS SO FUCKING HOT.

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[lizziesribbons]

Hiii your posts make me sooo needy, they definitely got me squirming 🫠

Can I be one of your anons maybe 🌷?

YESSSSS YESSS HIE WELCOMEEEE

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Honestly at the end of the day I really just want someone to suck on my nipples and finger me

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Mommy Wanda with a corruption kink ♡

Slowly working her kinks into each scene. She starts with restraints, using soft, red ribbons. Eventually, she's tying you firmly to the headboard with strong, soft red rope, but you don't even register the change in material.

"Oh baby, you're perfect. So pretty with this red rope all around you. Don't you agree? Don't you want to look like this all the time for me? Shhh, don't fight too hard, you'll only hurt yourself, and I know what's best for you."

She wraps her hand around your throat, gentle at first. It's not even a real choke, just the weight of her hand resting there. By the time she's corrupted you fully, her fingers dig into the sides of your neck, your head fuzzy and spinning as you gasp in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so perfect with my hand around your throat. A collar would look even better... oh, you clenched around my fingers when I said that. You just want to be owned, don't you?"

She begins with soft degrading, "Such a pretty little slut I have," and eventually starts full out degrading you while you leak around her strap, "What a fucking cockslut, you love this don't you? You love being filled with my strap like a pathetic little toy, huh? That’s right, keep whimpering for me, darling.”

The first time you call her Mommy, after many weeks of subtle nudging, she nearly cums on the spot. That becomes her new title, and you love the heated look in her eyes when you call her Mommy ♡

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This made me finish

#imvergratefultoyoucharthanks

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Rich mommy! Wanda who absolutely loves knowing how needy and desperate you are for her touch she loves fucking you in front of mirror STAY WITH ME I HAVE SUCH A HOT SCENARIO (Wanda is red, reader is pink)

As soon as you're both standing in front of the mirror, she starts unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the expensive lingerie underneath. She steps closer to you, unbuckling your belt, unbuttoning your pants, pushing them down. She smirks as she stands behind you, naked now, her breasts pressed against your back as she wraps her arms around you, one hand playing with your nipple while the other traces teasing patterns on your stomach. "Watch closely, slut." Her voice is low, almost a purr in your ear. She slowly slides one of her long, toned legs between your thighs, pushing your legs apart, opening you up to her view in the mirror, she smirks as she sees your reflection moan, tightening her grip on your nipple. "Oh, you like that, don't you? Being displayed like a prized possession in front of that mirror?" you just moan in response already far too gone to respond in words, her other hand slides lower teasing along the waistband of your panties, chuckles lowly, her breath warm against your ear. "Such a responsive little slut". Her fingers slip under the fabric of your panties, stroking teasingly along your folds, gathering the wetness there. "Already so eager for me, aren't you?" you just whimper out a "You're so hot" as she smirk, nipping at your earlobe. "And you're so fucking needy". She slowly pushes two fingers inside you, starting a slow rhythm as she watches your face contort in pleasure in the mirror. "Look at yourself, darling." Her fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that drives you wild as she continues to watch your reflection. She can see your chest heaving, your lips parted, your eyes rolling back. She absolutely loves how you look like this, so helplessly desperate for her touch. She adds her thumb to the mix, rubbing that sensitive spot above where her fingers are buried inside you. She watches your reflection throw its head back, arching into her touch. She loves breaking you down like this, reducing you to a whimpering mess in front of the mirror. "You like that? How does one be this pathetic" she whispers in your ear as you beg her to go faster "oh god please mommy" Her eyes darken with unspent desire as she hears those words escape your lips. She loves it when you call her that during moments like these. She curls her fingers inside you again, hitting that spot perfectly. "Say it again. Say "mommy please fuck me harder" you whine and cry out in breaks "p-please mommy ah please fuck me harder" She smirks at the desperation in your voice, her fingers moving faster and faster as she feels your walls clench around her. She knows you're close. "Mommy's going to make you cum so hard." She buries her fingers into your pussy, hitting that perfect spot inside you with all her might. She feels your body tense and then convulse as you cum hard on her fingers. She doesn't stop moving them, drawing out your orgasm until you're a quivering, moaning mess in her arms. Only then does she slowly pull her fingers out, bringing them to her lips to taste you. "god mommy loves how you taste".

I'm in class I'm very horny rn I'm gonna uh

[lizziesribbons]

Mommy wanda who makes you wear her favourite strap on and then ride you....

mommy wanda who's favorite position is missionary and wraps her legs tightly around your waist to encourage you to go faster (she begs) "please please please baby please ah oh fuck please go faster baby please don't worry mommy can take it please just go faster"

mommy wanda who loves getting fucked Infront of a mirror just so she can see your strap go in and out of her pussy , she will make intense eye contact while encouraging you to fuck her rough "oh that's a good girl just push it in baby ahhh fuck just like that fuck mommy harder , look how your cock is disappearing into mommy's hole?"

mommy wanda who loves degradation and makes you say it whenever you're fucking her,even though you don't really like it when she degrades herself but you can't help but find it hot sometimes "yeah? say mommy is just a slut who wants your cock inside her all the time please come on darling say it" in heavy breaths as you're fucking her with hard thrusts

mommy wanda who will sometimes makes you wear a strap on all day long just so she can bend over anywhere she wants and take it. "come on darling mommy is so wet please just fuck me"

alr bye y'all 😛

[lizziesribbons]

Part 1 | seeing her for the first time

PAIRING: BEST FRIEND'S MOM! WANDA X FEM! READER

summary: you had no idea visiting your college bestfriend's hometown for the first time would put a women in your life that would either ruin your life or be the love of your life. Stay tuned to find out.

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** ****CONTAINS SMUT LOTS OF SMUT****** fluff, legal age difference (r is 21, Wanda is 42), angst, homophobia, wanda is religious, church visits alot of them with Wanda, Wanda is divorced because I absolutely hate cheating it disgusts me I hate vision but I hate cheating more. Mentions of domestic abuse, mommy issues, parental control and alot of family issues.

Author's note: this is the first chapter so it might be a bit of everything idk I need a good base uh anyways y'all know my first language isn't English so bear with me ALSO half of this is projecting I'm literally writing what happened to me irl the only part fictional is me meeting an older women unfortunately that wasn't the case but I absolutely love my bestfriend's mom she's such a sweetheart I miss her alot :( I haven't met her ever since me and my bsf grew apart been a year I think

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Going to your best friend's hometown for the summer wasn't your first option but you didn't really have a choice since your family disowned you after you came out to them during last year summer after your first year at college, it was your second year now and you've still been in no contact with them you occasionally talk to your sister every once in a while since she's the only one who accepts the fact that being gay isn't anything out of the ordinary

So here you were driving in your old ass jeep your grandparents gifted you on your birthday behind your parent's back, you loved it alot even though you were the only person who were able to drive it since anyone else couldn't figure it out even if they wanted to save their life.

"my mom just called she's excited to see you, says she's glad I'm bringing a friend she has been bored alot" your bestfriend carlee says pulling you out of your thoughts. "Oh" you say breathing out and shaking your head to pull yourself out of the trance you were apparently in, "uh yeah I'm excited to see her too. What did you say her name was? I didn't catch it" you ask her your eyes still on the road "Wanda" carlee says with her mouth full of potato chips, "Wanda? That's pretty- carlee I swear to god if you drop any chips in here." you say with concern "I won't! See I'm not a little kid" she says in defence "just be careful." you drive in silence, carlee's mouth sounds the only sound in the car.

"why is your name carlee" you ask after a few minutes "what the fuck is that supposed to mean" she says her eyebrows furrowing and you chuckle and say, "I mean why and who named you there must be a meaning cuz your name makes 0 sense with Wanda's", "I'm still confuse on what that means but anyways my mom didn't name me my dad did he didn't really give mom an option to name me, says it was his first love's name and he wants to cherish her" she says softly, "Oh what a dick" your face in disgust as carlee laughs loudly "he was, I mean he is he still is I'm glad mom divorced him" she says sighing "yeah? I bet he was" you say to her sadly "well atleast we can bond over our crazy insane dads you know" carlee chuckles lighting the mood as you laugh with her, "hey you want something there's a cafe coming up I think" you ask Carlee "yeah sure I can enjoy a coffee right now" she says as you pull over "no coffee carlee we're still 4 hours away and you will eat my brain if I let you stay up just eat something and go to sleep besides you've already had 4 cups of coffee and it's literally only 2PM." you hear carlee groan as you talk "You're not my mom you know" she says throwing draggers at you "Oh sure like I literally don't make you breakfast every morning" you roll your eyes at her "Oh shutup" carlee throws her head back as you get out of the car and shout lightly "I'll bring you something to eat just wait here okay" with that you head off inside after 19 minutes you come back inside the car with a paper bag in your hand, you drop it in carlee's lap "here eat please all you've had all day is potato chips and coffee" you say with obvious concern, carlee smiles at you "god you're so sweet it's sickening sometimes I love you" carlee says rummaging through the bag as you start driving again "yeah sure" you say laughing after eating your snacks and lots of laugh and talks carlee falls asleep as you peacefully drive, the car ride after that didn't feel that long you reached her hometown at 6:37 you wake her up so she can guide you to her house after a 10 minute drive you pull up at a beautiful house, calling it a house would be an understatement it was more of a villa even though it wasn't even that big it was just built so beautifully. You knew carlee was rich even though she never showed off or bragged about it, it was obvious, she was the kind of person who's help you could recieve gladly without feeling small because she never made you feel small you were always an equal to her "your house is gorgeous" you say breathing out "yeah? My mom got an eye for architecture she made the blueprint herself" carlee says clearly proud of her mom, you say with shock getting out of the car after parking it in a respectful setting "your mom? That's impressive" you say looking at the house in awe "wait till you see the inside girl cuz I was flabbergasted too." carlee says chuckling as you walk up to the front door

Carlee rings the bell and you hear footsteps approaching the door, you had to hold your breath so you couldn't scream as you see Wanda walk out her face beaming with happiness as she saw carlee and hug her. She was perfect actually. Angelic even you could she was an angel herself. Before you could process it she hugs you and you melt in her arms "you must be y/n carlee has been speaking about you non stop" you can carlee became friends after your family disowned you she saw you crying outside of your class one day and approached you, ever since then she have been your ride or die. "yeah uh I I am nice to meet you miss maximoff" you say softly and nervously fidgeting with your shirt, you were sure you were sweating right now and hoped to god carlee and Wanda don't notice.

"well come in darlings I've been waiting for you I thought y'all were coming yesterday" Wanda says rushing you both into the house, you were in awe when you saw the inside it just felt like home it was so beautiful and gorgeous it was like walking into a warm embrace "yeah mom we had some work to-" you cut carlee off and look at Wanda "your house is beautiful miss maximoff" "Oh please it's Wanda no need for formalities and thankyou I'm glad you like it" she says, her arm around Carrey as she looks at you softly smiling "mom I'm really really really tired do you mind if we rest a bit?" carlee says looking up at Wanda, carlee was short even shorter than you, Wanda was probably a feet taller than carlee and atleast 6 inches from you. "sure sweetheart go on your room is all ready I made the bed first thing when I woke up and y/n your room is beside carlee's I set up the guest room as carlee told me you'd like but it's okay if you wanna sleep in carlee's room too" she says patting your shoulder, you could've sworn she looked you up and down and checked you out but you just shrugged it off as you being tired "you didn't have to miss maxi- Wanda but thankyou so much" you say looking up and softly smiling "I'll unload the bags from the car just give me the keys you both go and rest" she says already taking the keys from your hand "wait I can help" you say walking behind "no worries you just go and rest okay?" she pushed you towards the already sleepy carlee and go outside, you grab carlee's hand and ask her to lead you to the room "Oh come on you're so ridiculous you slept for 4 hours already" you say laughing at her as she acts sleepwalking "so what sleeping is fun" she says lazily "just show me my room and I'll get off your ass ho" you say to her as she guides you to the room "thankyou" you say rushing to the room and dropping on the bed you let out a huge breath you didn't know you were holding. God Wanda is beautiful you thought to yourself how can someone be this pretty? Is it wrong to find your bestfriend's mom this gorgeous and attractive but you couldn't help yourself she's just so perfect, you slept thinking of her.

After 2 hours there's a knock on your door, you stir awake "yeah?" you say in a sleepy voice "hey sweetheart it's Wanda can I come in?" you were wide awake now. "yeah come in" you quickly fix yourself and sit up in the bed "hey I just woke carlee up, fresh up dinner is ready carlee is downstairs just freshen up and come down okay?" she says in that angelic voice of hers, god you could listen to her for hours- no, y/n don't do that don't think about it that's wrong but she looks so sexy right now in just simple jeans and button up shirt "yeah I'll be down in 5 minutes Wanda" you say quickly covering up your nervous state you rush to the bathroom.

After 5 minutes you come downstairs and see Wanda and carlee on the dinner table waiting for you, how will you survive 3 months if you can't even walk straight infront of her?.

To be continued

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Thinking about casual dominance with Wanda ♡

Her hand gripping the back of your neck, firm yet gentle at the same time. A reminder of who owns you.

Her fingers squeezing your thigh when you sit down next to her, moving higher until you're squirming in your chair and whispering in her ear that you want to leave.

The single, cutting glance that shuts your bratty mouth up. Those green eyes hard and promising punishment (not a fun one either) if you continue to misbehave.

Casually slipping her strap inside you while you watch a movie, her hands gripping your hips to keep them still as she makes you cockwarm her.

Sucking on her fingers obediently while she's on call, her expression bored but her fingers moving languidly in and out of your eager mouth.

She picks out your outfits each morning, down the the underwear (or lack thereof) that you'll wear for her.

She refuses to let you cook or buy anything with your own money, taking care of you. After all, you're hers.

[lizziesribbons]

I would've gagged and cried and screamed and k1lled myself if this was for a man but I would gladly GLADLY be a submissive for my queen