My name is Draculino, but you can call me any variation of that name. All vampy nicknames are welcome!
My pronouns are He/Him but in a sapphic way :)
I write multi-fandom queer/sapphic fanfiction. I write for A LOT of charachters! Mainly; Wanda, Natasha, Alex Blake, Olivia Benson, Love Quinn, and more of my favs!
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as promised, here’s the wanda drabble where reader is having trouble orgasming. content warning(s): light mommy kink, sexual frustration, brief mention of lactation kink at the end
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wanda had been fingering you for close to an hour now. she alternated between placing a vibe against your clit and swirling her tongue around it.
her fingers rubbed so perfectly against that sweet spot inside of you, and yet, it still didn’t throw you over the edge.
you were beginning to feel self conscious. her jaw had to be tired at this point. not to mention her hand cramping up.
you glance down at her lying between your spread legs. god, she was a vision.
her dark hair tossed to one side, cascading down her shoulder. one of her hands smoothing and grabbing at the fleshy part of your thigh and hip while the other twisted and curled at a steady pace inside of you.
her sage green eyes lift to meet your gaze. your breath stutters, your walls clenching around her fingers.
as breathtakingly beautiful she looked, and as amazing as it felt to have her finger fucking you with her tongue lapping at your clit, you couldn’t get out of your head.
you were taking too long. you were beginning to feel guilty. was something wrong with you? why were you having such a hard time?
“hey, what’s wrong?” wanda asks when she notices the look of concentration on your face. her fingers stilled inside of you.
your eyes well up with tears. you don’t know why you suddenly feel so emotional. you should have just faked an orgasm so you weren’t stuck in this predicament.
“nothing, it’s just…” you pause, propping your upper body on your elbows as you look down at her. your cheeks are flushed, and she can see your eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“oh, sweetheart. what is it?” she readjusts her position. she uses both of her hands now to caress along your sides and thighs.
“i’m sorry.” your voice cracks, one tear rolling down your cheek as you feel the urge to sob, but you manage to hold yourself together.
the lethal combination of feeling guilty, overwhelmed and sexually frustrated was doing you in. you did want to cum so badly, so why couldn’t you?
“i can’t.” you tell her, your eyes now averting her gaze in embarrassment. “i think i’m too stuck in my head or something.” you explain despite the fact that you wanted nothing more than to hide from this moment.
“hey, look at me.” wanda encourages, her finger bringing your chin back to center so she can look at you properly.
“it’s okay—you’re okay. there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” you can tell she’s being sincere. her soft gaze melts you on the spot, but all you can do is stare back like a sad puppy. your lip quivers just slightly.
“baby, come here.” she gets up, gathering you in her arms. she cradles you against her naked chest, her back leaning against the headboard and your legs draped to the side of her.
“you don’t have to finish every time. it’s okay if you can’t sometimes. that’s perfectly normal.” she explains as she runs a hand down the side of your head, smoothing stray pieces of hair behind your ear.
you try to swallow past the guilt you were feeling.
“but… but i don’t want you to feel like you’re doing something wrong. i promise it felt good—really good. i just can’t.. i couldn’t..” you trail off at the end, but you hoped your explanation was good enough that she understood this wasn’t her fault.
she chuckles warmly. the sound catches your attention immediately. what was funny?
“i’m sorry. i’m not laughing at you, i promise. you’re just extraordinarily adorable.” her smile was beaming and it would have been contagious had you not been slightly confused.
“it’s..adorable?” you try to clarify.
“yes. you’ve been lying there trying to get yourself to cum, but the part you’re most worried about is how that’s making me feel as opposed to your own sexual frustration?” she asks with a laugh in her voice.
you pause for a moment, running her question over in your head. “well, yeah.” you shrug like it was a no brainer. “but, i am sexually frustrated too. i just wanted you to know you make me feel so good even when i can’t cum.” you say matter-o-factly.
she tsks, cradling your head tenderly between her hands as she kisses your forehead.
“my sweet girl.” she hums next to your ear before kissing your cheek. when she pulls away to hold your gaze, there aren’t any more traces of humor. just a level of tenderness and sincerity.
her thumb traces along your cheek bone, her eyes drifting to your lips and then back up to your eyes. there’s a small glint there now.
“you wanna suckle on mama and let me keep playing with your little pussy?” the idea has you perking up in an instant, but you still had a small reservation.
“even if i don’t cum?” you check with her, knowing your mind will be much more at ease if she wasn’t expecting that from you.
“even if you don’t cum.” she affirms with a nod, affectionally tracing a line down the slope of your nose.
you smile, feeling eager now. she mirrors your expression and then chuckles affectionally when you shuffle in her lap until you’re lined up perfectly where you belong against her.
Missionary - trying to fuck mommy "like a big boy" with his hands tied behind his back, helplessly rutting himself into mommy with glossy eyes and furrowed brows, face in her neck, whining and whimpering in that desperate cute voice
"God, I'm fucking mommy like a big boy"
"Feels so good, can't hold it mommy"
"I'm not a big boy"
"Am I doing good mommy?"
"I'm so close, I'm so close"
"Wanna be your good boy mommy, need to be your good boy"
"Please, can I cum? Please, please, please, I'm gonna cum mommy"
[WandaNat] [Bold!Natasha Romanoff x Shy!Wanda Maximoff] [NSFW] [Drabble] [Summary: Just Natasha being an insatiable horny little shit during their vacation at someplace exotic.] [Kinks: discreet voyeurism / secretly touching in public with the real risk of actually being seen; you can also imagine age gap if you're into that] [Minors and men DNI]
Natasha steps closer, just standing right behind Wanda now, and gently reaches forward to move the younger woman's hair behind her shoulder. The tips of her fingers brush over the sensitive skin as they expose the side of her neck.
Wanda's body is instantly on fire.
The bruenette bites her lower lip and decides to rest her hands down on the wooden surface while still holding the big coconut.
She needs to choose fruits, but all her brain wants to focus on is Natasha. Natasha and her stupidly skilled fingers and her hot breath and her plumpy lips...
Her eyes immediately bore down to the three dots on the brown, fuzzy shell in her palms, her cheeks flushed in noticeable pink ever since the moment Natasha started openly flirting with her half an hour ago. It was discreet, yes, always in her ear, but explicit. Describing what she'd do to her in great detail, exactly where, the reactions she's gonna get, the results... Mmmmmh...
The redhead presses herself against Wanda's backside, leaning forward to brush lips over the shell of Wanda's ear again, her voice low and velvety and aware. "Did you leave your panties in our room like I told you to?"
Wanda's stomach drops and her knees twitch. "What?" She whispers without a thought as hot waves wash over her.
"You heard me..."
This is the worst place to go brainless.
Wanda inhales, but it breaks in the middle. "Nat-"
"... Did you...?"
Her lips press thin and her whole face feels even hotter. Her eyes quickly scan around for people looking their way. "Yes-..." She mumbles.
"Hmmm..." Natasha makes a tiny step to the side and palms the front of Wanda's thigh, pressing the hem of her black skirt and then slowly sliding it up.
Wanda quietly gasps and drops the coconut - which just rolls a little to the rest - both hands flying to grab Natasha's wrist, gently pushing it away. Her voice is high-pitched and comes out as a strained whisper. "Nat, no, no, no! Someone could see-"
But Natasha forces her hand back to her thigh. "Shhhhhhhh..."
"-please-..." Wanda turns her head to meet the other pair of green eyes. Hers are wide and worried, and the others are narrowed and smug.
Natasha presses her body flush against Wanda's once more, and the younger woman stumbles before she's pressed between the older woman and the table. That elicits a moan that shoots through both of them.
"Be a good girl for me..."
"I am, I am, I promise, I just-"
"Nooooo, baby. That's not very good girl of you." Wanda blinks, glancing at Natasha's direction, unable to see her directly, and Natasha smiles. "I just want to make sure... you know?" The redhead asks softly.
"You're making this more obvious than it is. Relax, love. Nobody would watch if we seem causal. Okay?" Natasha murmurs to her ear, eyes looking around.
Wanda's hands take the coconut again, and grip it tighter when Natasha's other hand palms her ass from under the skirt. Wanda gasps and straightens immediately.
Suddenly she is hyper-aware of how naked she actually is. Just a tank top, a skirt and a pair of thick-heeled sandals.
Wanda trusts her watchful gaze and doesn't check for curious eyes when her instincts are screaming at her to do exactly that. "Okay..." She whispers instead, and swallows, eyes fluttering and moving down to the other tropical fruits on the huge display table, genuinely no longer interested at all in the products. Because her brain has been leaking between her legs for a while now.
And then Natasha's fingers brush exactly there.
"Ooo-hooooh..." Natasha chuckles lowly and Wanda's thighs close immediately with a tiny whimper, pressing tight and trapping Natasha's hand there as the older woman drops her head on Wanda's shoulder, sucking in a breath through her teeth. "Mmmmmmmm..."
Wanda can't help but look around now, staring at everyone like a deer in headlights, every innocent stranger walking around and doing their own thing...
She is absolutely right to fear that they might get kicked out of the open market by the security.
Her breath stutters when Natasha's hand starts moving rhythmically.
"N-nat~ Tone it down..." Wanda whispers fast and her legs shake with effort to press harder. "Please, please, baby, I can't-... I'm so embarassed..." Her breathing fastens. Her face is so red.
"Be my good giiiirl..." Natasha purrs instead and nuzzles her nose in Wanda's neck.
Wanda can't help the whiny, little, high-pitched moan when Natasha circles her pretty, needy, little clit...
And the longer these ministrations continue to go on for, Wanda finds herself both even more afraid, and somehow less caring at the same time, about getting caught.
"Oohhhh, you drive me crazy, detkaaa... Listening to what I say, doing as I say, coming with me and spending all morning all comando... Juuust for meeee..."
"Fuck..." Wanda mouths under her breath, and her head relaxes back on Natasha's shoulder, eyelids growing heavy, mouth remaining party open.
"Might have been better to just have gone to the beach instead~ Or the hotel's pool~ Fuck... Or not left the bed at all~" She closes her eyes and grips the edge of the display table.
"Yeees, we'll get to that too~"
Wanda swallows again and blinks hard to ground herself.
"Are you saying this is not fun?" Natasha pouts and prods at Wanda's entrance with one finger, while the rest keep massaging her clit.
"N-no, it is, but... Ohhh... Bad location... Mm-hmmm...."
"Mmm, but you did it for meeee... And I'm so proud of you, babyyy..."
"Y-yeah~"
"Yeaah?"
"Ah-hah~"
"Mhmmm?"
"Fuuuuck!" Wanda clenches her jaw. "I need you... I need to... I... Mh~ Please-"
"Oh, I knooow. Yeeah. Because my fingers make you feel so goood, don't they...?" Natasha presses her cheek against Wanda's.
"Naa-haaaat~"
"Needy baby."
"You couldn't stop... being... filthy... and keep your hands away..." Wanda manages through her teeth, getting frustrated because of the risk and arousal.
Natasha fakes a gasp. "You blame this on meeee?"
"I went out naked, because of you!"
"Oh, so what, in the end it wasn't a deliberate choice of yours?"
Wanda lets out a disgruntled sigh. Natasha snorts, but then notices someone narrowing their eyes at them in confusion and she slows down her movements, discreetly removing her hand away and playing it off as if she was going for a normal hug instead, discreetly stepping away to unglue Wanda from the table and wrapping hands around her abdomen.
"Let's go try some swimming suits. But you may or may not cum in the dressing rooms, I don't know." She shrugs.
Wanda looks at her with annoyance that's there only for comedic effect, and Natasha grins.
"Come on, pretty girl." The redhead pulls the younger woman away from the stall.
"But what about the-"
"There's fruits everywhere. Besides, I need to dehydrate you first."
mommy with dacryphilia trying to ease her crybaby bunny into a new strap, eating her out beforehand to make her feel relaxed and holding a vibrator on her clit to ease the slight pain. But as soon as she sees a tear roll down her sweet little things cheeks she can’t hold back anymore and immediately starts pounding just to see more tears and hear the hiccups and sobs between moans.
oh and then fucking her bunny in different positions just to see which one makes her cry the most from pleasure.
This is another drabble that I’m cleaning out of my drafts, and… well, I guess that can’t all be horny. This one’s a bummer, but I wanted to share it anyway.
Word Count: ~1.2k
TW: GUILT, self-hatred, basically just R having a Moral OCD breakdown
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You laid on the living room floor, carefully picking white paint off the shoddy white baseboard. The hardwood floor was, predictably enough, uncomfortable, but it didn't feel quite right to be comfortable just now. You didn't even hear Wanda until she was right behind you, gingerly lifting your head and putting a pillow underneath it.
Your first instinct was to snap at her. You weren’t exactly feeling up to company, and her pillow gesture was interrupting your moping. But it wasn't Wanda fault you felt the way you did. She was just trying to be a good stepmom, like usual.
You turned to lay flat on your back and sighed up at her. What had you ever done to deserve a stepmom like her?
"You wanna talking about it or do you want me to leave you to tearing up the moulding?" She asked, trying to playfully lighten the mood.
"How are you such a good person?" You asked. You looked exhausted, your face puffy and swollen and eyes droopy from crying.
"Well…" Wanda sighed, sitting next to you on the floor with her back against the wall. She positioned your head in her lap and ran her fingers through your hair. This wasn't the first time she'd had a heart to heart with you about guilt, and, if past experience was anything to go by, she thought she ought to go ahead and get comfortable. "I suppose I just… try my best to kind to people."
"What do you do when you're trying your best to be good—you're trying really really hard—and you're just… still bad." You voice was hoarse and tired, but clouded over with a sort of despondence, like this was something you'd just accepted.
"Baby," she whispered, bending over to kiss your temple. You had to fight off the urge to swat her away, "you aren't bad."
"That's not…" you took a deep breath, trying to to argue with her or lash out at her, "then why does this… keep… happening?"
"Why does what keep happening?" She asked, gently running her thumb over your forehead.
"It's just… I want to be a person who makes people happy. I want to make people smile but I just keep hurting them." You looked up at her, waiting for her to respond. When she didn't, you continued. "I try to make people laugh, but my jokes are mean-spirited and cruel. I try to make them feel good about themselves, but it just ends up being some perverted flattery that makes everyone uncomfortable. I try so hard to be kind and nice and I just keep hurting everyone and I don't know how to make it stop," you explained, voice breaking into a tearless cry. "It just seems like every person who knows me for long enough eventually just boils over with unspoken resentment until they snap, or they just finally get tired and silently fade away."
"It on the other person if they can't communicate to you when they are uncomfortable…" Wanda tried to explain.
"Then why do they never do it!?" You interrupted, finally bursting into tears. "Seriously there can only be so many times it's the other person's fault that you have to realize you are the problem. There can only be so many times you 'don't know what you did wrong' before you're just a fucking idiot, but I just don't know. I want to make it stop but I just don't know how."
"Baby," Wanda cooed, trying to gather you up in her arms. You squirmed away, laying back down on the hard floor. She settled for softly petting your head, trying to give you some physical comfort without overwhelming you. "You aren't a bad person. I honestly believe that. I don't think anyone who was truly cruel would be here torturing themselves over this."
"I can't just feel bad about myself and pretend like that changes anything. Being guilty doesn't absolve me of anything I have to actually do better," you cried, fervently swiping away the tears before they could hit the ground.
Wanda was at a loss for words. What else was there to say? It broke her heart to see you like this: to know how fiercely you were searching for connection in the world only to come up short for reasons beyond your understanding or even your control. You were being so brave, to open your heart to the world. She hated seeing that courage turned against you. "I'm sorry that those people weren't kind to you."
You sniffled. "It's okay. It's not really even there fault. I just… I wish I could make it better. I wish I'd been given the chance to make it better. Maybe I was given the chance to make it better and missed it. I really don't know."
After a long silence and a few deep breaths, you hesitantly made your way back into Wanda's lap, finally allowing her to hold and comfort you. She gently rocked you back and forth, cradling your head against her chest.
"Sometimes," you started again, "it feels like trying to turn a spear into a walking stick, you know? Like it's so close to something that could be helpful and good, but it will always be a thing made to hurt people. And all I can ever do is… apologize for entering your life. I don't know that there's a single person who's better off having known me."
"Well that one definitely isn't true," Wanda corrected. "My life is… infinitely brighter with you in it. You showed me love in ways I didn't even know were possible."
"Really?" You chuckled half-heartedly. "You're not happier in a universe where you're not sitting on this terribly cold living room floor right now."
"Nope. Not even a little bit," she assured. "Without you I think I'd be… I don't know… an evil villain tearing through the multiverse looking for something that could make me feel half the love I feel with you."
You giggled. "Yeah right."
"I mean it," she said sincerely. "You gave me love. Real, unconditional love. I have never known anything like it before."
You smiled at that, nuzzling your cheek against her collarbone. "I guess I do love you pretty unconditionally, huh?"
"Mmhm," she hummed, looking at you with all the love in the world. "If I can't make you believe that you're a good person, I need you to believe that you're my person, okay? Can you do that for me?"
You rested your head against her chest, absentmindedly playing with her necklace. As much as you wanted to argue the fact, you knew Wanda would never let you have it. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
Wanda smiled and kissed your head. "You don't have to do anything to deserve me. I'm your mama. And everyone deserves a mama."
I cannot describe how feral having a soft sub suckling on my tits makes me. Their mouth, soft and careful, sealed around my nipple. The quiet sucking sounds, the way their breathing slows as they relax into me, the murmured hums of pleasure as they devote themselves to making me feel good. It soaks me so quickly my head floods with the need to tear them apart 🫠
