Your Silly Lesbian Mechanic

I'm terrified of women but love them so much

[somedumbbitches]

V / Vi / Violet

She/They

22

Transfem butch lesbian

Sub

Masc4All

Single

Occasionally I have my own thoughts but generally I'm a dumb puppy

Feel free to ask me whatever, mutuals are free to dm 🖤

If you don't have your age in your bio or pinned post I will block you

MEN AND MINORS DNI

[dykedysphemism]

breeding kink because imagine putting her into a mating press, pushing her legs next to her head, my strap ramming her pretty hole till she’s a blabbering mess, eyes rolling back and drooling, dumbed out from her previous orgasms, pretty pussy leaking while i keep squeezing her face and telling her how pretty she would look all knocked up for me.

[delicatelymorbid]

saying they'd look pretty in my boxers just so i can have them bent over my lap a few minutes later. pulling them to the side, one hand slowly working them up with the other scratching down their back. shushing their nervous whines by promising that i'll make them feel good, all they have to do is relax and trust me.

feeling them lose tension as their back slightly arches into my palm. smiling at how easy it is to get them like this, and how perfect their skin feels under my hands. glancing at their white-knuckle grip, asking if it feels good, or if they need more. teasing them by barley pressing the tip of my finger inside with my other hand lazily circling around them. "gotta earn it, yeah?"

hearing their whines subside as they finally open their mouth, moaning into surface from my mocking tone. "see, you can do it. you know how to make me proud, yeah? you know how to get what you need, sweetheart."

feeling their knees spread wider and laughing under my breath. sliding another finger in before pushing down to my knuckles, barely thrusting in and out while they adjust. "what do you think, baby? you wanna cum in my boxers and show me who you belong to?"

[laracroft1996]

[warmfungi]

Living weapon whump seems to always be about a stoic character whose senses are dulled to all the abuse. But what about the ones that are actively scared?

The living weapons who try their hardest to not be seen. Who are quiet, shy and compliant. Submissive. Who don't want to be a bother, don't want to be yelled at. They should only exist when someone needs to use them, so any other time they're trying their hardest not to get in the way.

It doesn't matter how dangerous they are. They'll still get scared when the door slams. They don't speak up, they don't ask for anything. Not even food - they'll be fed when someone decides it's time for them to eat.

They're scared of upsetting people and being punished, so they still try to be as small as they possibly can. The people who rescue them probably don't even know how dangerous they are - and so long as they don't need them to be, it'll stay that way.

They're like a cat that doesn't hiss, but doesn't purr or even meow. A dog that doesn't bite, but its tail doesn't wag. Passive, submissive, docile.

Not a threat, but not comfortable to be alive.

[furyoumiko]

Complementation Unit S4M-03 curled into her corner with her hands curled around the Little Guardian in her lap. No. She had to keep her back straight. The new handler hated it when she showed her fear. 

At least that made sense. Nothing else did. She had been laid up in maintenance when the attack came, her weak flesh rent from the stresses of being unleashed in the last battle. Then the new security came and she was moved to a new site. 

Her new billet was strange. There was no screen, and the lights could be controlled by a switch within the room itself. There were many more soft things there, including a bed. At first, they hadn't let her have her Little Guardian, which had been terrifying. It was the only soft thing she had before, other than Handler. Now Handler was gone, replaced with this strange new person who called her Sam 

Her fingers sank into the soft plush of the miniature replica of her Guardian Unit, the machine of which she was the weakest component.

Would she be deployed soon? She wished it would be soon. Or that she would be given simulator maintenance, or… anything. Nothing made sense here. Her new Handler didn't punish her. They had told her that the old rules didn't apply, that she could ask for things. That she was a person, not a component. That couldn’t be true though. People were like Handler, they could be brave, and smart, and powerful. S4M-03 was stupid and scared and weak. The weakest point of Guardian Unit 03.

The door opened and she lifted her head where it had drooped again. Her new Handler was standing in the doorway, baring their teeth, mouth like an upturned crescent.

“Sam? You don’t have to just sit in the corner and wait, you know. You can read or play games on the handheld.” Handler’s voice was soft, warm. It didn’t match their war grimace at all. S4M-03 resisted the urge to cringe further. She’d done wrong, she’d failed to guess their expectations of her again…

“Yes, Handler. S4M-03 will do better to adjust to her new maintenance routine,” S4M-03 said, keeping her voice soft and unobtrusive. She hoped that Handler was here to give her orders at last, but from how Handler approached her, she expected it was going to be punishment first for failing to divine her new maintenance routine.

Handler’s raised hand came to rest on her head, gently ruffling her hair.

“Not quite what I meant, Sam, but you’ll understand eventually,” they said. S4M-03’s anxiety spiked as the punishment failed to materialise… again. It was going to be so bad when they finally punished her… she lowered her eyes submissively.

“Yes, Handler,” she agreed. Defiance was to be punished. Questions were to be punished. Only obedience would earn rewards. Only while installed in her guardian would she be praised.

[d4rthberry]

pretty girl that feeds me candy but they’re actually weed gummies

[sapphicpisceslover]

How pretty you'd look all overstimulated for me, cumming around my strap until I feel like I've had enough of you, trying to pull away just for me to keep you in place and fuck you harder. I know you'd sound so pretty for me, telling me it's too much but not letting me go, whining until I can barely understand a fucking thing coming out of your mouth bc it just feels so good and you can't think when I'm this deep inside you, pretty girl. You must feel so full, don't you? You love being used like this, you love being my perfect girl.

Men and minors DNI

[andromellax]

Wanna be fingered against a wall sighing and whining while she teases me about how easy I am to please and and how pretty I sound for her

[screaminglygay]

The Love Initiative (ten minutes)

pairing: carol danvers x reader

summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, last one is the not so patient carol danvers.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: bad flirting

an: my phone broke after seven years and unfortunately, it's completely dead. I fear I've lost all my photos. If anyone knows how to recover photos from an iPhone that won't stay powered on (even for 1% of battery), please let me know!!

Outside of the door Sam dramatically dusts off his hands. "Alright, that´s all, folks! Thank you for tonight-"

"Oh, come on, man!" Carol is already halfway to the private room before he´s even finished speaking. The entire group bursts into laughter.

Sam points at her, "see? This is exactly why I made you wait."

"You didn´t made me wait, fate did!"

"You deserved it either way," Sam laughs, when Carol gives him a look, he puts his hand up in surrender, "joking… go, Danvers. Your kingdome awaits."

She gives him one last look of betrayal before disappearing through the doors. It was really unfair even for Carol, but the best moments are the unscripted ones. The second they open, the blonde steps inside. You barerly have time to register it´s her before she´s sitting down.

You blink, "that was fast."

Carol looks at you offended, "I´ve been waiting all night."

You laugh, "I noticed."

"You noticed?"

"You look like someone who is one second from filing a complaint," you shift on the couch.

"I am… all the odds were agasint me."

You smile, "were they?" You fake pout.

Carol catches on it and shift closer to you, "absolutely!"

You smile, "yet here you are, I have to give you that."

Carol nods, "yeah." Then she straightens a little, her confidence returning, "maybe it´s because I had worse odds."

"Oh?"

"Oh, yeah," she crosses her arms, "I´ve flown through storms, engine failures, impossible missions-"

"Engine failures?"

"A couple. Nothing too hard, you just need to find the right wind spot and because I am professional at my job, I always did." Her hand gestures the whole process, at least you think.

"That sounds… horrible actually," you tilt your head.

"Well, I´m still here," she smirks at you and that made you laugh. "So, if I can survive all that, I can survive being picked last."

"You make it sound like you went to war."

"I kind of did."

You laugh again, "I´m here now, so… I think you´ll be okay." Carol´s expression softens. "You know what they say…"

"What do they say?"

"The best come last."

Carol blinks at you, then her grin slowly coming back on her face, "so you think I´m best too, huh?" You burst out laughing, she immediately points, "I knew it."

"I didn´t say that!"

"You implied it."

"I absolutely did not."

"You absolutely did and…" she points at the cameras, "the best thing is, that I have it on camera, sweetheart." That nickname did something to your stomach, not gonna lie.

You shake your head as you make direct eye contact with the camera, "you´re unbelievable."

"I´ve been told."

"Worse than Kate I´d say."

"Okay, that´s maybe too much, I´m not a bouncy ball who was turned into human being. No, thanks." You chuckle and then there´s comfortable silence. Carol studies you not so subtely and you do the same.

"Do you want to continue talking about Sam and the odds or we can change the topic to you and me?"

Carol´s eyebrows shoot up, "oh?" You instantly realize what you´ve said. God. She leans forward, "'You and me,' huh?"

You laugh, "I walked right into that."

"You really did." A grin spreads across her face, "I like the sound of it, so no worries. I told them I´d win this."

"That… is another similarity with Kate."

"What?"

"The competitiveness."

"I´m not that competitive." She instantly backs off, since there is no way she is similar to Kate in any way. No she is unique. No Bishop similarities. You stare at her, tilting your head. "Okay, maybe a little."

"A little, Danvers?"

"Okay, a lot. But… not in hockey way, more like… more badass way."

You laugh and nod, "okay. But besides all the cool pilot stuff and impossible missions… what´s your like- weakness?"

Carol answers immediately, "Goose."

You frown, "Goose?"

She nods, "Goose."

You´re silent for a second, "you´re afraid of a bird?"

Carol´s face goes completely blank, "what?"

"You just said your weakness is a goose."

"No-"

"Yes, you did."

"My cat."

You blink, today is a long day, but not this long, or are you just losing your mind, "… your cat?"

"Yes."

"Your cat´s name is Goose?"

Carol looks offended that this is apparently shocking information, "of course her name is Goose."

You burst into laughter, she tries to stay serios, but it didn´t last long, "she is adorable."

"I believe you," you fix your hair from laughing.

"No, no, you don´t understand." Carol is already pulling out her phone.

"Oh, here we go…"

"Look at her," she holds up a picture. It´s a fluffy orange cat sprawled across a couch. Your expression immediately softens.

"Aww…"

"I know…" Carols smirks.

"She´s so cute."

"I know."

You notice how soft Carol looks now and the fact that she has Goose even as a wallpaper says a lot. Suddenly the cool pilot, the cocky confidence, the impossible cool missions are all wrapped in a soft feeling. Because she´s looking at this cat like it´s the greatest thing that´s ever happened to her.

"That is pure love right there."

Carol glances down at the photo, then back at you, "the purest." You smile, "very cute." You two just look at eachother for few seconds, smiling like two idiots, but it´s sweet, not rushed, it´s meant to be this cute. Which to be honest suprises the both of you. Then, because apparently you´re feeling bold tonight.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Has anyone ever asked you if you´re autistic?"

Silence. Carol blinks. "Huh?"

You immediately move your hands around in nervous manner, "I don´t mean it in a bad way!"

"No, I know… I just… where did that come from?"

You gesture at her, "you like planes."

"I do."

"And cats."

"I love cats."

"And you talk about both with your whole heart."

Carol laughs softly, "I´ve never had someone ask me that on a date before."

"I like being memorable," you giggle.

"You really are," she thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs. "I don´t know."

"No?"

"No diagnosis, nothing official," she smiles a little. "But I´ve definitely had people ask me why I get so excited about planes."

"And?"

Carol looks at you like the asnwer is obvious, "because they´re cool, bonus points for being fast."

You laugh, "I think that´s a good answer."

"Me too," she settles back into the couch, "honestly… I like liking things." The words are simple, "If I love something, I love it completely."

You smile, "that´s nice."

She shrugs, "it´s easier." Then she glances at you, "and I think people should get to be excited about the things they love."

Something in your chest softens, because she´s sayin it so simply, like it´s the most obvious thing in the world. The timer suddenly says ten minutes are up. Both of you look up.

"No," Carol besically whines, "already?"

"I´m afraid that´s how time works."

"I disagree. How about we have five more minutes?" She looks at you the way you can´t say no.

"It´s a first day and you want to break the rules?"

"Not break them… I think I deserve it, I was waiting the longest!"

"I don´t think Sam would ever let you have another shot with me, so how about we won´t break any rules and I´ll see you soon?" You offer and Carol thinks about it for a second. "I had fun, so I believe we will talk to eachother again." You give her a small soft smile.

"I had fun too." The confession comes easily. The both of you stand up and you do give Carol a hug, not out of pity, it just felt right. She hugs you tightly, that make you feel safe and kinda happy she went as last.

"And you smell very nice, " you blush, you can´t stop it now, you just do.

"Aw."

"Don´t."

"You´re blushing."

"I know." She laughs softly, then starts walking toward the door, "goodnight, Carol."

"Nu-uh, you said it yourself, see you soon," she winks at you. Leaving you alone, the room suddenly feels quiet. Very, very quiet. You sink back onto the couch.

Seven women. Seven completely different conversations. Seven entirely different ways to make your heart do strange things. How on earth are you supposed to choose one?

Honestly… you might need another ten minutes.

taglist: @somedumbbitches

[wandaslovey]

oh my fucking god i can’t decide if i wanna bite that little pooch or her biceps more RAHHHHHH IM FERAL

perfect position to imagine riding her strap btw

[hotforolderwomen6]

I just want an older woman to come play with my pussy while I’m laying on my stomach reading a book, and then she says

“Shhh bunny, keep reading mommy’s just doing a little inspection.”

[hotforolderwomen6]

Need Something, Little One?

Summary: You woke up very needy, but your girlfriends weren't in bed. After your hormones take control, Wanda and Natasha find out what you need, and they give it to you.

Warnings: Dom/Sub. Mommy Wanda. Daddy Natasha. Pregnant reader. Oral (R) receiving. Use of strap (R) receiving. Some body issues. Lots of reassurance from Wandanat. Aftercare at the end.

Authors Note: Hey, hey! I finally got around to writing this request, I hope it's what you were wanting. Obviously I've never actually been pregnant...so I didn't quite know how to take this. I hope you love it! Not proofread!

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Your eyes blink open, arms stretching above your head, your hand lands down in the spot beside you hoping to find one of your girlfriends in bed. Your hand meets empty sheets, cold, meaning they've been gone a long time. You sigh bringing your hand to rub over your stomach, your other hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

The first thing you notice is the apparent wetness between your legs, your thighs rubbing together at the tingling in your lower abdomen. You don't know why, but you instantly get moody, whether it's hormones or just your lack of girlfriends to make your neediness go away, but you're angry.

You get up slowly, your small sleep shorts and oversized shirt sticking to your slightly sweaty frame. You make your way out of your shared bedroom, walking to the kitchen. When you round the corner Wanda is over the stove cooking breakfast, still clad in her soft pajamas. Your eyes trail down her long, toned legs, your muscles clenching at the sight.

You find Natasha sitting at the island, reading some magazine, you don't pay enough attention to it opting to gaze at her muscular arms. Your mouth starts watering, taking a big gulp swallowing it down. You shake your head, pushing down all the thoughts, continuing your steps into the kitchen.

"Good Morning Detka."

Natasha's eyes are now on you, soft and caring, a small smile on her face. At her words Wanda turns around, a bright smile breaking over her face. She takes a couple steps forward, her hands coming to rest on your stomach, her lips pressing a kiss to the side of your head. She mumbles out a good morning, before going back to the stove.

You don't know why, but seeing Wanda go back to the stove and Natasha look back to her magazine, pisses you off. You grunt a good morning back, taking a seat across from Natasha. She doesn't look up, causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance. You don't know how long you sit in silence, the only thing apparent is the still growing need you have. Your annoyance grows with every passing minute, your foot tapping on the floor.

You turn your gaze from your phone, opting to stare at Natasha's face, watching her tongue poke out licking her lips in focus. Your tongue matches hers, running along your own lips. Her eyes flicker to you for a moment, your eyes leaving her, dropping back to your phone screen. You cross your legs, pushing them together, needing some sort of friction.

"Pancakes or waffles, my love?" Wanda says, turning to look at you.

You pause a moment thinking, your favorite between the two was waffles, and Wanda knew that. So why did she even need to ask?

"Don't you remember, waffles are my favorite." It came out harsher than you intended, and you instantly regret it when her face falls just a fraction.

"Watch your tone, little one."

Your eyes turn to Natasha, her eyes finally meeting yours. They are stern, letting you know you're getting close to breaking a rule. Yet your thighs clench anyways, heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach. So you do what you think will get you what you want, you roll your eyes. You look right at her as you do it, her face darkens just slightly, before she smiles. Fucking smiles.

She turns back to her magazine, not paying you anymore attention. Wanda's eyes catch yours, and a small grin breaks out on her face as well. You huff in annoyance, not understanding why they are being like this. Usually they would scold you, or make promises of punishments later. Of course they never go too far, they understand your hormones are crazy right now, but they also know you love their punishments.

After breakfast you three make your way to the couch, you sitting in between them. You've been avoiding small talk, not wanting to snap at them further. Wanda puts something on the TV, but you can't seem to pay attention to it. Not when Natasha's hand is rubbing slow circles on the inside of your thigh, just inches from where you need her most. You know something is up when Wanda's hand finds your other thigh, mirroring Natasha's movements.

You shift in your seat, your hips lifting, trying to get their hands closer to your dripping core. You don't mean for it to happen, but you let out a small whine when they take their hands away. They still aren't looking at you, they're eyes trained on the TV.

"Need something, little one?"

You don't register her teasing tone at first, looking at the side of Natasha's face a quirk of her lips telling you that she knows. She always knows, yet she always plays games. You nod your head, knowing she's looking at you out of the corner of her eye.

"Tsk, words Detka."

"Y-yes daddy, need you 'nd mommy." You whine out, your cheeks heating up at how pathetic you sound.

"How?" Wanda finally speaks up, her head turning to you for the first time since sitting on the couch.

You pause, knowing they want you to explain, but you can't get the words out. You're too embarrassed to speak aloud the filthy thoughts that have been running through your head all morning, you twist your fingers around, your eyes dropping to your lap.

"Do you want daddy's strap? Or would you like mommy to eat that pretty pussy?" You blush at Wanda's words, her hand coming up to force your eyes to hers.

"Both." You finally confess, your eyes threatening to break the intense gaze Wanda has you locked in.

"Go upstairs, I want you on the bed, naked, waiting for us."

Natasha's words have your feet moving before your brain can catch up, you get off the couch making your way to your shared bedroom. Your shirt is off as soon as you enter the doorway, your shorts and panties following soon after. You sit on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, hands in your lap.

Your mind starts racing, self conscious thoughts running through your mind. Your hands find your stomach, tracing some of the stretch marks. You would say you're very lucky, you definitely look good for being 20 weeks pregnant. Your stomach hasn't grown that much, but you definitely don't look like how you did before.

Natasha comes in first, passing by you and sitting at the head of the bed, her back resting against the pillows. She crooks her finger in a come here motion, you obey instantly. Crawling across the bed, your front resting against her back. When Wanda walks in, she comes to stand over you, her eyes raking down your bare skin. You unconsciously try and cover yourself, Natasha's hands coming around to stop yours.

"Hey, hey, none of that my love. You're absolutely gorgeous. Don't cover yourself." Wanda says brining her hand to rest over your stomach.

"You're so beautiful Malysh, Don't ever think anything different."

You smile at their words, your worries going away. You're reminded of how much you need them, when Wanda crawls between your legs. Her eyes never leaving yours, as she places soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. Natasha's hands coming up to lightly brush the underside of your breasts. Your hips lift, trying to urge Wanda to where you need her, but one of her hands comes down holding you in place.

Wanda's lips trial down your thighs, sucking and biting softly as she goes. Natasha's hands trial closer and closer to your hard nipples, matching Wanda's pace. You can feel how wet you are, your arousal dripping down your thighs onto the bed. Wanda gives one last kiss to your thigh before she licks a long strip up your slit. At the same time Natasha's hands finally finding your nipples, rolling them in-between her fingers.

Your back arches, a loud moan leaving your mouth at the sensations. All your senses heightened because of the pregnancy, feeling every feeling times ten. Wanda's tongue circles your clit, before softly wrapping her lips around it and sucking. Your legs wrap around her head, your hands finding her hair tugging lightly.

"F-Fuck, please don't stop." You whine out, breaths coming in short pants.

Your head falls back on Natasha's shoulder, her lips leaving slow kisses down your soft skin. Her fingers working your breasts, squeezing softly, then rougher, then back to soft. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, even more so when Wanda brings two fingers to your entrance, circling it slowly before pushing them in. Your hips jump at the feeling of her fingers curling inside of you, the pace she sets is slow, not wanting to overwork your sensitive nerves.

"You close, little one? You don't need permission, we're taking care of you today." Natasha's words are softly whispered against your ear, causing goosebumps to litter your skin.

Wanda flicks her tongue once more, curling her fingers at the same time, her eyes meeting yours from between your legs, sending you over the edge. Your back arches hard, your legs tightening around Wanda's head, muscles tensing. Your hands in Wanda's hair tug, trying to pull her away and up to you. She crawls up your body, brining her lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Natasha slides out from behind you, resting your back against some pillows, she heads to the closet. Wanda comes beside you, running her hands along your body. She leaves goosebumps in hr wake, your skin prickling at her soft touch.

"You did so well, my love. So perfect for me."

You smile at her praise, her lips pressing soft kisses on your forehead. You feel the bed dip, turning your eyes Natasha is kneeling between your legs, her strap resting between her legs. Her hands rub down your thighs, spreading them even farther. She rubs the tip of the strap through your soaked folds, coating it with your wetness.

"You did so well for mommy, little one. Now be good for me, tell me how bad you want this. How bad you want me inside of you."

She inserts the tip inside you, stopping at the first inch, waiting for your words.

"Please! Please daddy! Want you inside me so bad, need you."

She doesn't give you any warning before slowly pushing the rest inside of you, your walls stretching perfectly around her. Your hips lift matching her thrust, pushing her in deeper. She pauses for a moment, letting you adjust to her length. Wanda's hands continue to wander your skin, scratching her nails softly, grounding you.

Natasha starts rocking back and forth slowly, bringing the strap out so just the tip is inside, before thrusting in all at once. Your back arches, causing your chest to brush against Wanda's hands. Your eyes close at the feeling of being so full, one of your hands latches onto Wanda's, her own fingers lacing between yours.

Natasha's pace isn't slow, but it's not rough either, it's just what you need. Her hand is on your hip, the other one trailing down to rub soft circles around your clit. Heat pools lower, growing with each thrust, circle, and scratch of Wanda's nails. Wanda's lips find yours, muffling your moans slightly.

Your legs start tensing, your stomach not far after. You're getting close and both of them know it too. Natasha can feel your walls clenching on the strap, her thrusts getting faster. Wanda starts whispering praises in your ear, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. With one final thrust, your orgasm crashes into you. Waves and waves of pleasure rush through you, making your vision go white.

Wanda's words get lost on you, your head going fuzzy. Natasha slowing, then stopping her movements when your body goes limp. exhaustion taking over, your head resting on Wandas shoulder. You feel Natasha leave the bed, but your to tired for your eyes to follow. Wanda pulls you into her, her hands rubbing up and down your back.

You lay there for a long time, the fuzziness in your head pulling you into a light sleep. You're woken when Natasha's hands pick you up, carrying you to the bathroom. She sets you in the warm bathtub, washing your body gently. Rubbing the shampoo in your hair, scrubbing your scalp in the way she knows you like. Rinsing your hair, and conditioning the ends, then rinsing.

By the time she lifts you out to dry off, you're already half asleep again. Your body moving only when she moves you. She pulls one of her oversized shirts over your head, carrying you back to the bed. Wanda is there with a glass of water, bringing a cracker up to your lips, coaxing you to take small bites.

She praises you softly when you manage two bites, and two small sips of water. She lays you down, your body resting in between both of them, spending the rest of the day wrapped in their arms.

[bleedingheartfemme]

do butches like it when femmes get flustered? when their confidence suddenly turns off, and they’re just encapsulated with the handsome butch in front of them? when we get speechless? when all i’m thinking about is them choking me like a good girl but i can’t even form the words?

[somebitchprobably]

It Wasn't Pretty Like The Movies

Comphet!Abby x bestfriend!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: comphet, internalised homophobia, angst, some fluff, hurt/no comfort, tw for Owen mention

It started like the slow gentle patter of rain, the first time Abby touched you and you felt it linger. 

Your eyes locked, her hand resting at your hip as she moved past you and your face flushed far too quickly.

Slowly, as your friendship grew so did the casual contact, her arm resting against yours when you sat next to her, your legs brushing together under tables. The familiarity of her touch, the warmth of her skin and how she always somehow found a way to feel you against her became a ritual. All your friends caught on to the growing closeness too, subtle glances when her hand would pull you in by the waist or how she’d kiss the side of your cheek when leaving. 

Maybe they saw something that you couldn’t just yet. Like how flustered you’d get when she was close, how easily you let yourself lean into her time and time again or the way you couldn’t help but look at her when you thought she wouldn’t notice.

You brushed it off for months, telling anyone who asked that you’re friends, that you’re ‘just close like that’ and it’s nothing more. Not that your friends truly believed you but you couldn’t admit it at first, not even to them, you knew this was beyond self sabotage, you knew you were setting yourself up to be ripped apart but why should that matter?

They don’t know what it’s like, to want someone you can’t have like this.

You’d take all the scraps you could get even if they left you aching for the rest of your life.

What was the saying? Drunk words, sober thoughts? It was cute at first, how easily the words ‘I love you’ spilled out of her every time you drank together. You never dared to ask her if she really meant it when the groggy mornings rolled around and everyone was too hungover to remember how close the two of you sat all night, with your arms around her shoulders and your lips just a breath apart while you both whispered pretty little nothings against each other. 

But she still smiled, she still warmly held you close all the same, how could you dare ask what it really meant?

One night, you were both drinking alone at your apartment with some old reruns of a show neither of you cared about flickering in the background when she let her head fall against your shoulder, that same warm buzz swarming in your chest.

“I love you” she whispers and you turn to press your lips to her forehead, holding them there far too long before whispering back.

“I know,” you let your hand gently run across her hair, resting at the side of her neck, “I love you too”

“I..mph… I mean it y’know” She slurred, turning into your neck.

“Yeah?”

She hums softly in response. You blink up at the screen, your eyes glazing over while the warmth of her weight at your side empties all your thoughts. 

She nuzzles her nose against your skin with another soft hum. 

“Would you tell me again in the morning?” You whisper, almost praying she wouldn’t hear it. The words trembling from behind the fragile walls that you kept your heart behind.

“Hm?” She lifts her head, eyes half lidded and blinking slowly up at you. 

“That you really mean it?” Your chest stutters as you pull in a breath, “can you tell me again in the morning?” 

Her eyes drop, lips parting to speak but instead her head falls back into the crook of your neck, breathing out a long deep sigh that lets all her weight slump against you mumbling something completely incoherent.

Months passed and it always remained the same. Attached at the hip, best friends.

You knew each other's secrets and dreams like no one else could ever know. 

Well, all except one secret.

The one that’s slowly been tearing you apart, the one that burns whenever she’s talking a little bit too close to her other friends. The one that has you biting back on the inside of your cheek whenever Owen’s around to make her laugh or casually touch her arm, no. That secret was yours.

You giggle softly, laying under the covers, breathing the warmth of each other's soft laughs as you shuffle closer, then closer again. Her arms locked around your body, your hips pressing against each other's.  

Once her movements settle you feel her body relax, a slow release of tension in her arms, they fall heavier around you.

You hum, eyes closed with a soft smile at your lips as you brush your nose against hers. 

It’s always been this way.

“I love you so much” you whisper, feeling her nose press back into yours.

“I love you too,” she murmurs.

It’s dark under the covers, you can’t see her face but you know her eyes are closed. Her breath brushes against your cheek, you’re so close. 

So incredibly close. It tightens in your chest, and you feel that jump in your pulse and you think, maybe this time something will happen. 

You hope maybe something will happen.

Your nose brushes against hers again, closer. You can almost hear her lips part when her breathing changes.

You pray for something to happen.

With a subtle tilt of your chin something warm just barely grazes your lips and your pulse shoots through your body, bordering on trembling for just a scrap of something more.

“You know…” she whispers low, her voice soft and gravely, sinking into the oncoming wave of sleep. “… sometimes I wish you were a boy”

A cold closes in around you. You could’ve sworn that you felt your heart actually stop for a moment. Your eyes squeeze shut. 

Not now, not in front of her. You plead to yourself taking the shot straight through the heart with an even breath and a still body. 

“Why?” You squeeze through your chest, trying so hard not to let her hear it in your voice. 

She huffs out a soft laugh, on the brink of sleep “I don’t know I… I just feel like we’d be perfect together” 

Your eyes burn, tears gathering in the corners but you hold your breath till you can keep it steady.

You shift, rolling back and pulling the covers down from over your heads. 

“Need to go bathroom” you mumble out quickly, feeling the cracks start to show and praying the room was dark enough for her not to see any of them. 

When the door closes behind you the tears come through heaved breaths, silent sobs and shudders rip through your body as your knees and palms find the cold of the tiles beneath them. 

You hated this. The slow agonising torment of holding her just close enough, but never in the way you’ve always wanted. 

You could tell her you loved her a hundred times a day and she’d never let it go unreciprocated, always answering back but you knew it wasn’t enough for how you felt.

Everything was always laced behind a veil of ‘were just really close friends’ even when she’d hold you and kiss the side of your head or cup your head in her hands and tell you how beautiful you looked.

It was love but not the way you felt it. 

Her words sounded the same when she spoke them but yours meant something different, they always had. 

Your cheeks are wet, tears dripping down your chin, you heave with a hand pressed to your chest hoping the pressure could somehow keep it all in place.

This was agonising torture. 

You couldn’t let her see it, the way you were hurting but it painted colours of aching affection across every expression on your face. 

She saw it. Something changed.

You couldn’t bear to be close to her anymore, it burned more than you could take. So you stopped finding her.

Each day you slowly picked at the thread that tied you to her and each day the weight of the space between you two crushed her more and more.

She’d call out to you, try to catch you walking past but always just missing you. 

When days turned to weeks everything started to play back in her head like a mistake, she didn’t want to seek comfort elsewhere, she wanted you, but as weeks grew further and further apart she needed someone to lean on again.

You start to ignore texts, not on purpose. It just became harder to hide as the distance grew. She thought you hated her, that she did something horribly wrong. 

Her new comfort found her slowly, with a cautious step and a promise to put what she felt was broken back together again; Owen. 

You had to make a double take when you first saw them, hand in hand like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

Of course. 

And the rift continued to grow.

Every photograph you had to scroll past of their smiling faces pressed together or his arms around her waist might as well have been targeted attacks straight to your chest. At least before you could pretend, now you had to watch it crumble to the ground. 

Months were gone before Abby felt like she could reach out to you. The parts of herself she thought she could re-write were etched deeper than she could’ve ever seen. It wasn’t what she wanted. It was just… there.

Your nerves light up in tandem with the screen of your phone. It has been a while.

You stare at the message, suddenly that old closeness you once felt for her tasted unbelievably foreign on your tongue. 

Keep it short; you tell yourself, writing back. 

You huff out a humorless laugh, almost scoffing. Sure she does; you thought. She had Owen now, she didn't need you anymore. 

The message lit up faster than you could answer back. 

You close your eyes, drawing in a long deep breath. 

Going through the motions should’ve gotten easier, clock in, do your job, then clock out but now that annoying flicker is back in your chest, the quiet patter against the pavement keeps you distracted just long enough to feel yourself waiting for her. The distance felt cold, a space that you used to be able to pull close to you was now empty and hollow. 

You still waited. Scanning the parking lot every evening before getting into your car, watching the door every time it swung open. You weren't sure if you’d even know what to say to her. 

Friday closing times were the worst, everyone was always irritable and just holding out for the weekend to start. You huff fumbling with the keys, locking up the building, mumbling frustrations under your breath, replaying arguments and rude pointed comments your colleagues made at you today till you froze. Abby stood waiting by your car, her hands in her pockets and a scarf wrapped around her neck. 

She turned, shuffling on her feet when she spotted you frozen in place. 

“Oh… hey” She breaths out, her breath clouding the air around her. 

“Hey” You reply back cautiously. 

“Where have you been?” She asks and your brows furrow for a moment at the question. 

“Ive just… been where I always am” you shrug. 

“No I- I mean I just haven't seen you around alot lately” 

“Yeah well, I figured you were busy nowadays anyway” you mumble, reaching in your pockets to dig out your car keys.

“What do you mean?” 

You scoff, “you know what i mean”

“No actually, I don't" 

“Abby, don't play dumb,” you shoot back, the words coming out a bit too pointed than you meant but you were far too tired.  

She takes a step back, shook and hurt painting her expression “I’m not” 

“Whatever, I’m sure you have better things to be doing on a Friday night” You push past her, thumbing through your keys to unlock the car door. 

“Is it because of what I said that night?” 

You froze with a light twitch in your hand, the memory flickering past your eyes for just a moment. “I don't know what you're talking about," you mumble.

“Right, but I'm the one playing dumb?” 

“Just-” You whip around to face her, your skin starting to burn, eyes starting to sting, “what are you doing here, Abby? What do you want?”

“I wanted to see you?!” 

“Why!? Is there trouble in paradise? Did you just think you could come crawling back to me the second things stop working out with Owen? Like I'm just some ‘pretend replacement boyfriend’ for you?!”

She takes another step back with a heavy breath. Her eyes pleading through her pain, “it was never like that” she breathes out, her hurt dampening the shock. 

“Yeah?” You question, your words tainted with sarcasm and venom, “what the fuck was it then?”

“You know I loved you, I just-” 

You break out into a laugh, interrupting her, shaking your head as you turn back to pop open the car door. 

“Goodbye Abby” You say coldly over your shoulder. 

“Wait-” Her hand catches your arm and your eyes shoot wide, looking back at her, “-please.” 

With one foot on the inside of the car and the other still on the road you turn your body back to face her, waiting for whatever she wants to say. 

“I just didn't know how to say what I was really feeling and-” 

“It doesn't matter anymore, Abby” You pull your arm away from her grasp, “You’ll still just go back to him anyways, won't you?” 

Her eyes blink away from yours, you know it’s true, even if she won't say it. 

“Because it’s easier, right? Loving him is easier, isn't it?” You wait for her eyes to find yours again, “easier to explain to do your dad, easier to hold hands with in public, easier to admit to yourself”

“Stop” She pleads, squeezing her eyes closed as she shakes her head. 

“You don’t even know what you want, do you?” 

“I know that I miss you” 

“Thats not enough”

Her breath catches, eyes blinking to hold back tears. 

“I’m sorry but… unless you know what you actually want… I can't do this”

She takes a step back slowly, you can see the quiver in her chin just before she turns her face away. You watch her for a moment looking her up and down, the way her shoulders fold inwards, her hands nervously tapping at her sides and her chest stuttering as she breaths in. 

With nothing left to say you step into your carseat and Abby turns back to watch you. The door clicking shut, the engine starting. She waits for your car to pull out onto the streets, only letting her tears fall once your taillights fade out of view.

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[somedumbbitches]

YEAAAAHHH I SAW EVANESCENCE

I'm so so happy, it was a phenomenal show and the vibes were immaculate

[angels1ut]

the girl who gets flustered when you refer to yourself as “mommy” can also be the same girl that will straddle your lap, grab your wrist and suck on your fingers while maintaining eye contact. the girl who feels her knees buckle when your voice gets stern can also be the same girl who’s pupils dilate when you hit her across the face before she begs, “Harder. I want it to hurt. Please, please make it hurt.”

[snowseasonss]

attagirl!

wandanat x f!reader

You were entirely untamed, used to taking what you wanted and leaving, but a few lessons with them had you begging for the very submission you used to run from.

details: WARNING ITS JUST NASTY NASTY SMUT, no plot!, summer vibes fic, top/dom!wandanat, bottom/sub!reader, brat/brat tamer kink, many other kinks, situationship, r is said to wear a bikini, bratty!reader (also spoiled/rich), hair pulling kink, impact play (light face slap), fingering/oral/strap in v (r!receiving), oral (n!receiving), feminine/cis-female reader, slight exhibition, fic based/inspired off the song attaboy by Jae S

You’ve never been one to bend. You’ve spent your whole life making others chase you, but then you met the two of them, and now you’re practically screaming in frustration into your pillow each night.

They never respond to texts. They leave you staring at a blank screen, entirely desperate, forcing you into a position where you’re ready to beg, when it’s always been the other way around.

You’ve met up a couple of times now, fully expecting to wind up in their sheets by the end of the night. But they don't play along. You’ll lean close at the beach bar, your eyes heavy on their lips, only for them to disengage.

It’s a subtle, effortless dodge that leaves you completely breathless, your fingers gripping the edge of the table, biting the inside of your cheek just to keep your composure.

Every last fling you’ve had, you’ve held them like putty in your hands. A seductive whisper, a hand sliding up a thigh, a heavy glance between their lips and their eyes. And they were yours. You used to move around women like a snake, watching them fall right into your clutch without an ounce of effort.

You’d gauge them, find exactly what they wanted, and fall into their bed for the night. You took what you wanted and left before sunrise, never fully giving in, never leaning back, and absolutely never submitting. You were always the one in control.

But the two of them are like sand. The harder you try to grip them, the faster they slip away. It's exhausting, frustrating enough to dry you up completely. But it’s only made you more determined to find yourself between the two of them in their sheets all the more.

It’s embarrassing, really, how they have you acting. To the point that you’ve deliberately hidden the two of them from your friends, too ashamed to admit how easily you’ve leaned into begging for even an ounce of their attention. You want their hands on your skin, their lips trailing down your body like water.

You met up with them at a beachside resort where they were staying for business. When they caught sight of you in the lobby, they greeted you with a soft kiss to the cheek, Wanda's hand settling on your lower waist to guide you toward the resort's restaurant.

Now, wrapped in the dim lighting of the dining room, they chat softly. But your cheeks are flushed, your thoughts entirely elsewhere. You can't focus on a single word of the conversation.

Instead, your eyes are locked on the way Natasha’s fingers hold the edge of the menu. Your ears strain at the low, smooth tone of Wanda's voice, your mind instantly twisting her words, imagining all the scandalous, breathless things you wish she were saying to you instead of, "anything sound good...?"

Dinner was an absolute strain, but you had brought the swimsuit exactly like they told you to. You couldn’t handle the waiting for another second.

You followed them out to the pool area, navigating the paths where palm trees shadowed every corner. The sun was bleeding out across the horizon, leaving only the small lamps along the walkway to guide your steps through the dusk. Walking behind the two of them was the first real sign of how much things had shifted, you were already letting them lead.

You were the last to enter the water, needing a desperate moment just to gather your composure. When you finally stepped down the pool stairs, your throat went entirely dry. Two pairs of dark eyes were trained heavily on your body, tracking your every movement as you sank into the water. The cool temperature meant absolutely nothing against the way your skin was burning.

Wanda extended a hand, her fingers wrapping around yours to draw you closer to the shallow ledge where the two of them sat. They picked right back up on the conversation from dinner, but the words just floated right over your head. You had completely tuned them out.

Your entire universe had shrunk to the way a single drop of water clung to the tips of Natasha’s damp hair, before losing its grip and tracing a slow, agonizing path down the column of her neck.

Before you could even think, you were leaning in. You anchored one hand against the ledge beside her, tilting your head up to chase that path of moisture with your tongue.

You didn't even make contact, Natasha's fingers wrapped around your bicep like steel, halting your forward motion and moving you back with ease.

"Nuh-uh," she murmured, disapproving. "Ask..? What the fuck was that?"

Wanda’s conversation trailed off into a knowing silence beside her.

You don't beg, you never have begged. It always brought a disgusting taste to your mouth, and a shot to your ego. It's soul sucking, against your entire being, and...

"Natasha—please..." You plead, leaning in, testing her strength.

"Mm, what?" Natasha whispered, her thumb rubbing a slow, deliberate circle into the skin of your bicep. "Couldn't hear you.... Try again."

Beside her, Wanda leaned back against the edge of the pool, her arms stretching out along the tile. Watchinf your internal battle play out across your face.

"You're making it very hard to reward you," Wanda added, her voice a low, smooth purr that cut right through your remaining pride. "We told you what we expected before we even got into the water. If you can't follow simple instructions, we can always dry off and send you home."

God, you wanted to scream. Instead, you shake your head, your eyes wide and pleading like a caught doe, completely trapped under their weight.

Seeing your change in demeanor, Wanda guides her hand out to you again, bringing you to sit on her lap. The two of them easily slip right back into their conversation, exchanging business jargon about their work that is entirely a bore to you.

You force yourself to keep perfectly still, resting your head against Wanda's shoulder. Doing whatever it takes to wind up in their bed... until you feel her fingers beginning to tickle along your thigh. Her skin is incredibly warm in contrast to the pool water. She slides her hand up, moving closer and closer to the edge of the bathing suit bottoms you're sporting.

You try your absolute best not to move, staring over at Natasha as she speaks to Wanda. Natasha's gaze occasionally flicks to you, heavy and deliberate. Sitting there between them, being handled so casually while they don't even break stride in their conversation.

Wanda's finger trails along your inner thigh, and you can't help but spread your legs just a fraction. You're granting her space, giving her everything, but she makes no further move. She simply keeps her fingers right there, tracing shapes that tantalizingly hold your entire attention. A circle. A square. Then an S...

Each slowly traced letter spells out.... S-I-T S-T-I-L-L.

You hadn't even realized you had begun to squirm back against her, your mind completely numb from the friction. You let out a shaky breath, trying to still yourself, looking up at Wanda as you bite down hard on your lower lip in desperation.

Natasha's voice breaks through the quiet, low and incredibly husk. "Bite that lip again. I dare you."

Her finger hooks over your jaw, a thumb pressing down to deliberately pull your bottom lip away from your teeth. You can't help it, the sheer friction of the moment snapping the last of your restraint while her thumb continues to trace the wet line of your bottom lip.

"Please..." you whisper, finally breaking completely. "Please, god, I need you two... please, I can't take it anymore... please... please.."

Right in the middle of your breathless begging, Wanda finally presses her finger firmly against your clit over the fabric of your suit. A sharp, choked sound escapes the back of your throat, completely cutting your mumbled pleading off.

You instantly melt against her, your spine turning to water as all the fight completely drains out of you. Your head falls heavily against her shoulder, breathless gasps escaping your lips right against Wanda's ear as she rhythmically grinds her fingers against you through the wet fabric. Their business conversation finally dries out entirely.... not that you're listening anyway, your entire world reduced to the friction between your thighs.

The next few moments are a dizzying blur. You're carried out of the water, the cool night air hitting your sensitized skin before Wanda handily transfers your weight over to Natasha, heading off to grab a towel to wrap around you.

There's a flash of bright hallway lights, the heavy thud of a hotel door shutting, and suddenly you find yourself laid back on their bed, flat on your back on their crisp, expensive sheets.

Your chest rises and falls in ragged, uneven pants. The room is mostly dark, save for the blue, shimmering light from the pool area spilling through their thin curtains. The patio door is slightly cracked, letting in the faint, distant sound of the water outside.

You desperately grip the sheets beneath you, feeling entirely like a prey animal trapped in the dark as you watch a tall silhouette move at the foot of the mattress. Natasha climbs on top of you, her movements completely silent, deliberate.

She hovers over you for a fraction of a second, letting you feel the full weight of her presence, before her lips begin a slow, torturous march up your neck, before sliding down to meet yours.

You weave your hands into her hair, your fingers curling around her body, completely yielding to whatever it is she wants. When her hand slides down to your thigh, you respond instantly, sliding your legs around her waist to anchor her closer. You open yourself up completely, creating all the space in the world for Wanda to crawl up beside you, her hand easily reaching down to slide your wet suit bottoms to the side.

Both of them can feel the sheer amount of arousal that has pooled there, leaving you entirely slick and shivering under their touch.

Wanda laughs softly at your desperation, the low, vibrations of her amusement vibrating right against your skin as she takes her time drinking in exactly how they've rendered you.

Her touch has you helplessly grinding your hips against her hand, already keening high in your throat against Natasha's lips. You try to break away from her ever-coming kisses just enough to find your voice, a broken, "Please... mm!," spilling out into the dark room.

Natasha responds by sliding up your body, adjusting her weight to give Wanda all the space she needs to slide directly between your thighs. Wanda guides your legs up, hooking them over her shoulders as her lips immediately find you right through the thin, damp fabric of your swim bottoms.

You are given absolutely no time to react to the sudden, overwhelming heat before Natasha’s hand is on your jaw, firmly guiding your head toward the center of her. She wastes no time on you, sliding her own bottoms to the side with a sharp tug, leaving you with nothing left to do but let your tongue come to meet her pussy.

"Focus," Natasha murmurs against your mouth, her tone sharp enough to cut through the haze. She pulls back just an inch, her fingers tightening around your jaw before she delivers a tiny, stinging tap to your cheek—a light slap that shocks your eyes wide open. "Look at me. Pay attention to what you're doing."

It’s an impossible demand. Beneath you, Wanda’s tongue is merciless, burying herself into you right through the parted fabric of your suit. She drinks you in with long, heavy strokes that completely shatter whatever concentration you have left.

Your hips hitch off the mattress, your focus fracturing instantly into pure, blind sensation. You're so utterly wound up, so completely overstimulated from the agony of waiting all evening, that you can't even fight it. Your walls tighten violently, and within seconds, you are tipping over the edge, a breathless, broken cry echoing in the dark room as you come.

Wanda slides a finger deep inside you right as you release, stretching you open and catching the rhythmic, pulsing contractions. The sudden fullness has you gasping, your hands gripping Natasha’s hips for dear life. Stopping for a second, before your tongue moves against her pussy, riding out the wave until there's absolutely nothing left of you.

Natasha's breath hitches, her fingers tightening in your hair as your tongue continues its steady, relentless rhythm. Her movements lose their strict, calculated control, her hips rolling forward with a sudden, desperate heavy friction against your mouth.

She lets out a low, ragged moan, her thighs trembling around you as she completely gives in, her core pulsing violently against your lips as she leaks over your face, "fuck..."

She holds you there for a few desperate seconds, anchoring you tight against her until the worst of the tremors finally subside.

When she pulls back, she's breathing heavily, her face flushed in the dim light. She leans down, pressing a soft, slow kiss to your wet lips, tasting herself on you.

"Good girl," Natasha murmurs, her voice thick and gravelly with praise as her thumb gently wipes a stray drop from your chin. "Thank you. You did so well for us."

Before you can even process the warmth of her words, Wanda’s fingers move inside you again, a slow, deep stroke that sends a fresh wave of aftershocks straight up your spine.

You completely melt into the sheets, all the remaining strength leaving your body as you sink into the mattress, trapped perfectly beneath the heavy, comforting weight of them.

Natasha's hand comes up to firmly grip your breast, her thumb rubbing over the peak through the damp material before she leans down, licking it teasingly right through the fabric. The sudden heat makes you gasp, but before you can sink into it, she’s already shifting, standing up from the bed to grab the strap-on.

Wanda doesn't move a muscle, leaving her fingers buried deep inside you. You can't help but clench around her hand, your walls twitching as you try to process the emptiness left by Natasha's sudden absence. Wanda slowly stretches you, opening you up and filling you so completely that you groan into the dark room.

But that fullness disappears the moment she smoothly removes them, leaving you aching and entirely vacant.

Then Natasha is back, hovering over you, sliding the blunt length of the toy against your slick opening. She lets out a low, heavy groan as she aligns herself, sounding like she can actually feel every bit of the friction. Your eyebrows furrow at the sound, your lips parting to comment on it, but the sudden, heavy push of her moving inside you shuts you up instantly.

The wet, slick sounds of her pushing deep inside you echo in the room, swallowing your words completely as she fills you to the absolute brim.

Natasha leans down, her knuckles bracing against the mattress on either side of your head, her breath hot against your ear.

"You like how that sounds?" she asks, her voice dropping into a dirty, gritty whisper as she pulls back just an inch before bottoming out against you again. "Listen to how wet you are for us. You're taking every single inch of it."

Wanda watches from the side, a low laugh vibrating in her chest as she reaches up to stroke your hair. "Look at her, Nat."

She grinds the tip against the deepest part of you, watching how your bottom lip opens, gasping around the sudden, intense fullness. She pauses for a split second, drinking in your expression, before she starts to set a heavy, unforgiving pace.

Wanda leans in closer, pressing her lips to yours to completely quiet you, a silent reminder that you're in a hotel room with thin walls. You desperately grip Wanda's hair now, pulling her into a messy, breathless kiss as Natasha continues to set the rhythm from behind.

Riding out the heat of the position, Natasha suddenly pulls out with a wet, heavy friction. "Hands and knees."

You respond instantly, your body moving on pure instinct. She slides the toy right back into you from your backside, the sudden angle change making your eyes roll back.

The fleeting thought crossing your dazed mind that it's really not too bad to be this way. Completely undone, helpless, and entirely under someone else's control.

Wanda walks to the other side of the bed, her sharp eyes tracking your movements. Your mind is spinning, far too dazed to fully process Wanda's warning not to collapse or fall into the mattress.

"Don't you dare drop," Wanda warns softly, her tone a smooth, dark purr. "Stay right there."

Sensing your weakness, Natasha reaches forward to firmly grip your hair, pulling your head back and guiding you to look up at Wanda. You're forced into keeping direct eye contact with her, your vision blurry and swimming with tears.

Wanda couches beside the bed, sliding her thumb into your mouth, bad-mouthing you with a low, dirty whisper about how easily you broke as you helplessly take every heavy back-thrust from Natasha.

"You realize where you are right now?" Wanda murmurs, swirling her thumb against your wet tongue while Natasha drives deep into you from behind. "Talked all that game about how you'd never end up like this for us, how you'd never break… but do you realize how you look right now?"

Before you can even try to form an answer around her thumb, Natasha reaches underneath you, her fingers finding your slick clit. With every heavy, punishing drive from behind, her thumb grinds mercilessly against you, pairing the deep friction inside with a sharp, unrelenting rhythm that sends your senses into a violent tailspin.

The dual stimulation brings you to the brink too fast, the overwhelming friction completely breaking you. A choked, fractured moan escapes past Wanda's thumb. A sound so thin and ruined it sounds like crying as the orgasm tears through you, your entire body trembling violently under their weight.

Wanda watches your undoing, a slow, dark smile stretching across her lips as she pulls her thumb from your mouth to catch your tears instead.

You might have run your mouth before tonight, believing you could never be tamed or brought to your knees, but as you collapse into the mattress beneath their shared hold, you realize the truth. You could beg, and you could be broken, but you would only ever let yourself be ruined like this for the two of them.

ending note: hope you enjoyed lmao, im going about my day now lmfao. ya'll give a thanks to Jae S for the song ATTABOY for getting me out of my fic writing slump.. ALSO the song bitches by Tove Lo