thinking about wanda’s hands and her black tipped fingers as they move delicately in the air, red wisps of her magic swirling around them. ugh, I need evil wanda biblically
I’m such a horny freak, like seriously I’m a perverted butch who lives a boring life, and all I want is a pretty femme to fuck and pound and ram myself into as soon as I come home, and breed and suck the tits of, and cum on her face, and have her strapwarm me, gift her sextoys ill torture her with, ugh, salivating at the thoughts of it
𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: After Jim's death, Donna has been spending more time with Tabitha and her kids than with you. When you pick her up in the evening, you confront her, and Donna is eager to make it up to you.
𝔀𝓬: ~ 4.15 k
𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼: angst with a happy ending (literally), jealousy, established relationship, brief daddy kink, strap-on, slow and intimate, teasing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, donna is obsessed with boobs and I don't blame her, the power dynamics are unclear: donna wears the strap but her gf calls the shots (kinda), service top!donna maybe? but who cares about terminology and labels anyway it's pride month folks, reader being such a whore for donna but what's new, donna is so unserious during sex and that’s a head canon girl is just there to have a good time, s4 spoilers, lots of feelings, donna -- yet again -- is THE GIVER
𝒜𝑜𝟥 I header image & beta-ed by @sanguibus <3
It wasn’t the first time you had to go pick Donna up from the Matthew house before nightfall. Ever since Jim died, she’d hardly been at Colony House and you couldn’t blame her because the Matthews were falling apart and Donna was about the only other adult aside from Tabitha that Julie and Ethan had bonded with and trusted. But the thing was, even before Jim’s death, Donna had spent a lot of time holding that family together, like a third parent almost. You’d always found it admirable but lately you hardly got to see her anymore and it felt like she was closer to Tabitha than you.
The weather had warmed again, at last. The sun was only beginning to set, drenching the tops of the tree in soft oranges, a few rays stretching along the road threading through the town. You wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself, seeking protection from the gentle evening breeze that left goosebumps on your skin.
You passed Jim’s grave. It was still fresh, the soil disturbed, flowers laid atop. It was a tragedy. Donna hadn’t always seen eye to eye with Jim—most of the time she’d thought he was useless—but she wasn’t heartless and he’d probably grown on her as much as the rest of them. Seeing her at the funeral, biting back tears… like a cut to your own heart.
Tabitha let you in when you knocked on the door. You asked for Donna right away—not that she didn’t know you were here for her—and she pointed you towards the kitchen where she was putting dinner on the table where Ethan sat. Donna was trying to make conversation with him but with little success. He gave her a small smile here and there but the kid had just lost his father—there was no cheering him up.
“Donna,” Tabitha said, leading the way into the kitchen, arms wrapped around herself, “Your, um, presence is required.”
Without turning, Donna replied, “Whatever it is, it can wait until I’m done, alright.”
You’d halted at the arch, biting your lip at her answer. It was like she’d forgotten about you. Once she was needed somewhere, everything else just slipped her mind. It had happened with Fatima, and now with you.
“You might wanna…“ Tabitha tried again; fleeting glances in your direction.
You cleared your throat. Donna turned, and you looked at her intensely, not allowing her to avert her eyes. She put down the oven mittens and rounded the table, approaching you. Leaning with her hand against the frame of the arch, the other on her hip, she said, “Look, honey, um, I’ll be done here in a bit. Why don’t you go ahead and—“
“—wait for you to finish playing daddy for Tabitha?” you hissed, lips pursing.
genre(s) - one-shot, lesbian erotica, age-gap, established relationship
description - baran has to deal with being away from you for a little bit. the two of you missing each other, you decide to fix that problem; showing off your new tattoo and new pretty undergarments. teasing your girlfriend more than you should.
warning(s) - profanity, mutual masturbation, implied age gap, vibrator usage, nipple/breast play, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl), teasing, praise kink, dirty talk. 18+ only, minors & men dni.
word count - 1.5k
my letter - song: touch myself by kwn
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BARAN’S CURSOR CLICKS ON the accept button, her left fingers resting on her bottom lip while her back pressed somewhat against the headboard. The sheets lie low against her laced black bra; she fixes her hair a little as you slowly appear on screen. She smiles at the sight of you, lying comfortably on your stomach in the middle of your shared bed.
You have on a new black bra with pink peaking through, your black lace thong showing as your legs stay up.
Your black Louboutins glint in the light, catching her attention. Baran’s eyes move down from your heels to your body, then back to your face.
You were sin galore to her.
You smirk and lean on your left side, allowing Baran to get a good look at you. “Hi, baby.” You tease, your eyes gleaming at the sight of her.
Baran’s lips curve into a smile before she giggles, “How’s my pretty girl doing?” Her tone is smooth like honey, drizzling all over your skin and down to your pussy.
Resting your hand on your thigh, your fingertips rub up and down your hipbone, making sure her eyes recognize that.
“I could be better, need you here, in bed with me.” You complain, Baran licks her bottom lip and laughs again. “I miss you more, miss your scent, your smile, your lips, your thighs squeezing every inch of my body.” She whispers the last part, you hum and hook the hem of your thong, stretching it up.
Baran shakes her head while biting her bottom lip.
“Think I miss you more, baby. This bed is so lonely without you.” You sigh and stretch yourself on the bed, purposely making the thong slide down a little.
Baran gulps and rubs her lips, missing the way she stuffed her face against your pussy. The tip of her tongue curling up in your hole as her lips suck hard over your folds. She missed her favorite meal so much.
Her eyes squint as her brows furrow, seeing the black ink on your skin. “Wait.” She pauses, you look at it in the camera, and giggle.
Pushing your hip back and forth as you laugh again.
“You see it now?” You question, and your index finger rubs it gently.
Baran nods, “Fuck, baby, when did you get it done? It looks so sexy on you.” She whispers, her breath shortening as she stares at it longer.
“A week ago, honestly, it was kinda impulsive. I mean, I did always want a tattoo, you know that, but I guess placement-wise, I wasn’t sure.” You shrug, and Baran bites her lip, still staring at the tattoo, her body feeling hot from the sight.
“Perfect place to put it.” She whispers, reading off the ‘bite me’ words and imagining herself tracing her fingers over the tattoo as she fucks you with her strap.
You smile wider and drag your thong further down to your knees, keeping it there.
Baran moves her fingers to her bra straps, letting one drop to her arm, her breast ready to spill out of her bra.
“So, how’s California treating you?” You ask, ignoring the small whimpers that leave her mouth as you make your thong reach to your heels, letting it get somewhat tangled against it before taking it off and tossing it on the ground.
Baran’s heart races as her hands move her bra strap off fully, turning the bra around to see the hooks better. She takes it off and places it beside her on the bed. “It’s been good, would be so much better with you here. Missed waking you up with my kisses.” Baran licks her lips as you sit facing the computer, your back pressing the headboard, as your pillow has been pushed against the back of your waist.
Your legs had been spread open, and your knees pushed up to the sides of your stomach, your stretch marks showing better. The glisten on your pussy appears on camera as your fingers go over to your clit, tapping on it before your middle finger rubs it slowly.
Clearing her throat, she sighs and watches you while bringing her fingers up to her nipples, squeezing and twisting them a little.
“You’ve been such a bad, bad girl for me, baby.” Baran breathily states, her eyes widen a little at the way you insert your ring and middle finger in your dripping cunt. Your lips pressed against your curled fingers as you pump them inside you.
You whimper and sigh, biting your bottom lip as you groan. “Yeah?” You let out, still going.
Baran licks her lips and nods, “Yeah.” Eyes staring at the way you keep your fingers curved, stretching yourself out.
“Slow down, baby, need to see that pretty pussy aching.” She whispers while teasing her nipples, her cunt dripping for attention.
You whine and slow your thrusts, your soft walls squeezing your fingers for more.
You watch as Baran places her computer at the end of the bed, coming out from under the sheets, she’s now only in her panties, looking so beautiful in the way they ride up on her ass.
Turning her body to the left, Baran opens the bedside drawer and pulls her vibrator out, checking the charge.
You smile while your thumb flicks at your clit a little. You let out whimpers and stare at Baran as she takes her panties off and keeps her legs open in front of the camera, mirroring your position.
The low sounds of her vibrator being turned on make her cunt pulsate hard as her mouth salivates at the sight of you and her.
“Need your pretty body so bad, baby, look at what you do to me.” Baran moans as she places her vibrator against her folds, brushing it up to her clit and squirming a little. “Fuck.” You both say in unison.
Whines take over from both of you as you slide your fingers back in and out of your twitched pussy.
“Baran, baby.” You whine and lean your head back, your fingers hit your g-spot, and your legs begin to shake.
Baran moans and sighs as she pushes her vibrator against her pussy, visualizing your lips sucking her folds like the good girl you are.
“That’s it, pretty girl, like that, touch yourself just like that.” She pants out, and her free hand grabs her breast, squeezing it.
“Mngh– so cl-close.” You stutter out, thrusting deeper into yourself. Baran closes her eyes and breathes out heavily.
“That’s okay, baby, I’m right here.” She gasps, driving her vibrator up and down, her arousal soaking the device and bedsheets.
You roll your hips up, and Baran does the same, moaning at the same time as you. “Shit, that was sexy.” She chuckles, sweat appearing on her forehead.
You open your eyes and look at her, seeing the way she keeps pushing her hips up, her pussy soaked.
You nod and swallow down your saliva hard. “Yeah.” You let out breathlessly.
“Look at yourself in the camera, see how pretty you are.” Baran coos, her tone making your legs shake, almost closing. “Yeah.” Being the only word you can get out.
The built-up feeling in your stomach comes back, harder now. “Shit, Baran.” You whine and ride your fingers out.
The ache in them became stronger, but you were so close.
She sees it in your face, Baran nods and lazily rubs her vibrator over her clit. “Such a good girl for me, look at you, all fucked out.”
You squeal as you pull your fingers out, only to shove them back in, mimicking Baran’s thrusts. You weep out moans and whimpers, Baran’s eyes darker at the sight as her body jerks forward many times.
You’re covered in sweat as you do one last thrust into yourself, your cum spilling out from your pretty pussy. Your fingers are covered, and so are the bedsheets.
Baran squirms and squeezes her legs at the sight. “Oh fuck!” She moans and rides her vibrator.
“Shit, baby, you make me feel so good.” Baran moans out as she orgasms, her pace getting slower. Your fingers still deep inside your hole, you lay your head against the headboard.
Your eyes stare at the ceiling, finally reaching the peak you’ve been dreaming about ever since Baran left.
Baran slows down and looks at you, admiring the way your cum spills out of you. Wishing she could suck it up and tongue it back into your hole.
“Damn.” She says breathlessly. You blink a couple of times and look back at her on the computer.
You laugh with her and sigh. Seeing the way her cum covers her, her clit swollen, deserving of being sucked at.
“So beautiful, so so beautiful. I can’t wait to get home.” Baran rasps, and you smile shyly.
“Me too, we should do more of this.” You state, covering yourself with the bedsheets, feeling cold now. Baran nods and licks her lips, “Promise, we definitely will in the near future.” You laugh with her and blow her a kiss.
“Later, baby.” You respond, and she blows you a kiss back. “Love you.” Baran finishes and ends the call.
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