Aug 11
⸺ Hilda
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⸺ Hilda
Need Hilda to eat out Spy!Reader's pussy and edge her as another form of interrogation since Spy!Reader isn't spilling the secrets. After hours of this torture Reader is sobbing from the edging and Hilda is pussy drunk, which leads her to start overstimulating poor Reader instead..🥴
CW: Pussy eating, interrogative sex, overstim, slight embarrassment, I feel like this smut would occur if Hilda didn’t get the answers she wanted just by fingering you
LOWKEY, I wonder if Hilda’s oral game is just as good as her fingers. Even though Hilda strikes me as another mega turbo virgin, she seems like a fast learner and her tongue is quick enough to bring you to the edge in minutes. It’s like she’s deciphering a puzzle but she’s using her mouth rather than her fingers. It’s a unique challenge that offers Hilda the brain stimulation she needs…plus she gets to taste the defiant spy’s pussy while also doing her job.
Every time you tug her hair or whine her name knto the echoey room, Hilda picks up on all the signals that she’s making you feel good. You don’t even realize how many hints you’re giving away, your body language telling Hilda she’s doing a fantastic job.
‘She’s louder when I do this,’ Hilda analyzes, before swirling her tongue to goad another reaction from you. Hilda is experimental, using trial and error to see what makes you squirm and what doesn’t. She’ll have you sobbing from your eyes and your legs from how relentless her muscle is, flexing past your folds and coaxing answer out of answer out of you. It’s just as worse as when she used her fingers last time, because now that Hilda’s face was so close to your privates, she was getting bold as to kiss you all the way down there.
It was hella embarrassing. Having Hilda’s gray eyes lock on yours as she kisses your twitching clit. But she seemed quite proud of herself as slick just continues to gush down the seat. What a mess! Hilda laps it all up, the taste foreign to her, yet not distasteful. She licks a stripe over your cunt to analyze it again, finding that she enjoys the taste you produce and slowly getting pussy drunk the more she eats.
It is kind of hard to ask questions and interrogate someone when your mouth is stuffed up their cunt, but that’s okay. This was only the second interrogation day, perhaps the next time Hilda should whip out the big guns; a strap. With Hilda’s hands and mouth free for the next interrogative procedure, you’ll surely be spilling secrets in no time.
Imagine having a baby with Hilda and you get your baby one of those toys where you put blocks into shaped holes, and Hilda is trying to teach them that the square block goes into the square hole, the cylinder in the circle, etc.. However, your baby is a secret, unhinged genius and they start putting every single block in the square hole because they found out all of them fits, and it drives mommy Hilda insane.
“And where does the triangle go, hm?” She coos, trying to encourage them.
“That’s right, in the square hole!” You exclaimed, causing your wife to watch in dismay as your child throws every single block into one hole. Technically, they did the task of putting every single block into the container, but at what cost? They didn’t do the puzzle like Hilda hoped, they just found an exploit 😭
Hilda gets incredibly sulky and I think that is so cute. It’s even funnier when Hilda’s wife encourages their baby to keep playing with the puzzle toys wrong, just to mess with her.
CW: Spy! Reader, severe edging, sex during interrogation, fingering, pussy slapping, coercion, lowkey dubious content, stockholm syndrome kinda, might be ooc for Hilda, Hilda is a bit sadistic, talks of potential suicide, torture and death but nothing happens
Been thinking about Hilda with a Spy! Reader she captured from the opposite side. You’ve been kept in Hilda’s personal interrogation room for a day now, expecting to be tortured for the information you have, but you’re prepared not to budge. You’d rather die than reveal what your core mission is, your loyalty unwavering to your side as you have hidden a perfectly good insta-kill pill in your pocket. You’d bite on it as soon as the interrogation starts getting too hard to handle, giving you a quick and painless death to save you from the torture.
It is only when Hilda herself, tall and composed steps into the room, that you look up. You don’t flinch, meeting her gaze and ready to bite the pill if needed. You expect her to grab any of the weapons on the wall, tilting your head in curiosity as to what she would pick. But Hilda does something surprising. She slowly pulls her gloves off her fingers, flexing them in front of you before unbuttoning her shirt.
“(Reader), I’ve heard of you. You’re rather infamous in our line of work.”
You watch in silence as clothes drop to the tiled floor. Though you were unfazed at the sight of blood, needles, bodies, etc. a stripping woman was something that put a lump in your throat.
“Your regenerative abilities as a Sinner imply physical torture is pointless, and your mental resolve is practically unshakable.”
Slipping out of her shirt, Hilda’s eyes catch yours, narrowing. There is the smallest lit of a grin when she catches you staring at her bra. So the infamous Spy did have a weakness after all; pretty woman was it?
“I wonder…how long you would last before this would become too much.”
She struts closer to you and straddles your hips, calm and composed like always, but it seemed Hilda was a little curious. Her hand trails down to the waistband of your bottoms, tilting your chin up with the other and pulling you in for a kiss. You could’ve kneed her, bit her tongue when she slid it inside, but you didn’t. A proper Spy would, but every Spy had their weakness. Yours just happened to have been Hilda.
You were curious enough to see what Hilda would do, and that curiosity would lead to your demise as soon as Hilda toyed with your clit. Hilda strangely talented at this, at fingering I mean. Rather than screams of agony, moans and small gasps would leave your mouth as she had you eating out of the palm of her hand. You slobbered over her mouth just as messily as you did over her fingers. A wet, humiliatingly sticky mess you were reduced to, as Hilda fingered you right there on the interrogation chair.
“I don’t usually resort to these methods, but…” she pulls away, a nasty string of saliva connecting your tongues together. “Special spies call for special tactics.”
She plunges her long, lithe fingers deeper into your cunt, making you gasp. It was delightfully amusing for the cryptologist, biting her lip in endearment. This was the hard-to-crack Spy from the other side? She was already cracking you without much effort.
Your walls pulse, tightening around Hilda’s hand as she holds you still. You’re about to cum, she can feel it. However, instead of letting it gush like the blood that once stained this room, she suddenly retreats her hand so fast it makes you cry.
“Question one.”
Ah fuck. So this was your torture wasn’t it? The emptiness in your poor pussy just aching to be filled once again. You look up at Hilda with a look that says “Fuck you,” but Hilda simply picks up a clipboard and continues with her interrogation, licking her finger (yes, the one still covered in your slick) to turn the page.
“Answer truthfully, and maybe I’ll think about letting you release.”
You shake your head, too stubborn to give in. Hilda doesn’t bat an eye.
“Your loss.”
The next several hours are followed by Hilda painfully edging you on. How she always manages to calculate seconds before you orgasm is beyond you, but it felt like pure torture having her pull out those sweet, slender fingers every time you were close. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things in your desperation to cum, but you could’ve sworn you saw a sadistic glint in Hilda’s eyes.
“Question one.”
It’s been hours and you’re still on this, body heaving with sweat and pussy all raw and needy for Hilda. At this point, you think you’ve been conditioned to crave Hilda at this point, because any chance to please yourself by rubbing your thighs is pitiful compared to her fingers.
“You look terrible.” Hilda comments, grabbing your cheek and lightly squishing them. “The faster we get through this, the closer you finish.”
“…No.”
Hilda lets out a sigh of annoyance, and then she does something that has you squirming.
Her hand suddenly smacks your cunt, causing you to jolt and whine in your seat. Luckily the restraints keep you somewhat still, but that burning slap had you dripping all over the chair. Hilda watches amusedly as you tremble under the sting, waving off her hand.
“Question one,” she tries again, and at this point your resolve was crumbling. You needed to cum so bad, and Hilda’s sharp smacks felt too, too good. When you are silent for too long, Hilda responds with another swirl of her fingers around your clit, and another smack.
“Speak up.”
And at that point, you spill completely. Each answer Hilda gets out of you is met with her fingers plunging back in you and staying there. You feel like a disobedient dog getting rewarded for good behavior, the answers spewing faster as she thrusts deeper and harder to encourage you.
“And is that all?”
“A-And…And…”
There are tears in your eyes as Hilda leans down to kiss your neck, her teeth lightly grazing the skin and making you shiver. She slaps her fingers forward in another sharp thrust, and that finally pushes you over the edge.
The cry you let out from your orgasm holds the final answer Hilda has been looking for, and it’s accompanied by a lewd whine. Hilda’s smile finally looks genuine, and she pulls her fingers out with a satisfied shlick.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She gets off your lap and wipes her fingers clean with a napkin. You groan and slump over in your seat, knowing you’d be killed once you go back to your side for spilling the beans. You avoid your captor’s gaze, Hilda noticing and becoming slightly intrigued.
“Your companions will slaughter you at the doorstep,” she comments bluntly, before turning over to cup your cheek. “Why don’t you stay here a bit…longer?”
Body too tired to fight, Hilda unlocks your restraints and suddenly picks you up. You had expected to stay down there in that dingy little interrogation room, but Hilda carries you to what looks like a cozy bedroom before you pass out. You aren’t sure what will become of you, your occupation as a Spy is surely finished after this event, but perhaps that isn’t so bad…
Thinking about Hilda trying to push away a Clingy! Reader, because as a former spy she knows that getting too close to someone will end in disaster. The opposing side could kidnap you, use you as form of torture or blackmail against her in exchange for information, so she pushes people away in an attempt to have no one valuable to her that can affect her.
That said, you are persistent in being with Hilda because you just find her fascinating. You follow her around like a duckling, desperate for any positive attention. Hilda acts distant, putting on a cold shoulder, but your friendly demeanor will make her stone heart crumble. It’s only when you fall asleep in Hilda’s office, having dozed off while watching her work, that Hilda subconsciously finds herself touching your cheek. She recoils her hand when she realizes what she is doing, but the feeling you gave her overpowers any sort of confusion.
I like this. I like her. The message is clear in Hilda’s mind, she didn’t need to decipher it to know she was growing attached to you. The logical part of her brain screams that this is not worth it, that you are a risk she cannot take in her line of work. Yet against better judgement, Hilda shakes off her coat and drapes it over your sleeping figure, quickly turning away to immerse herself in her work again.
She likes you, but she wants to keep her distance. Maybe when Hilda finally learns to shake off her unwavering, distant attitude, she will embrace your affections with open arms. It is rather lonely being a spy after all, yet you seem to change everything in her life for the better.
Since Hilda's ability is "ripping" the truth out of a person, imagine shy reader not wanting to be intimate with her since she doesn't want to push Hilda or anything, and when Hilda uses her ability on reader, she sees all the dirty fucking things reader wants to do with her ☠️
CW: Mentioned strapping, Hilda keeping lewd photos of you
HALDJKWS imagine if Shy! Reader was just sitting there, zoning out for a few minutes and out of curiosity, Hilda was like “well, it couldn’t hurt to peak…” and she looks into Reader’s mind only to find the most explicit, pornographic daydream of Reader’s fantasy with Hilda.
Oh. Oh…
Also the fact that Hilda is able to manifest people’s memories and thoughts into physical paper strips, means she can basically make photos of your dirty thoughts and hold them in her hand. I can imagine her stoic face just slowly blushing as she goes through each photo, your fantasies of her strapping you down on her desk clear as day.
When you finally snap out of your daze and ask Hilda what she’s doing, she’ll quickly stuff the photos in her pocket and tell you it’s nothing. Secretly, she’ll keep those dirty images in a drawer under her desk, locked behind a hidden mechanism only Hilda knows how to solve. Whenever she’s alone in her office and bored, she’ll just yank one of those photos out and stare at it. Not quite touching herself but just admiring you like this, wondering what it would be like to actually indulge in your fantasies for once.
To say Hilda’s curiosity isn’t piqued would be a lie. Her fingers would twitch as she holds each lewd imagination in her hand, wondering what it would be like to rub your clit with her gloved hands while she pounds your pussy raw in her office. Who knew you were such a dirty girl hidden underneath that shy exterior? Fantasizing about her taking you in her office of all places, right atop her desk where she works so meticulously on her crypts. Hilda finds herself smiling a bit at the thought of surprising you after her work, already stuffing the photos back in her drawer so she can finish as soon as possible.
since Hilda released I’ll just like to say I imagine her fingering reader with her red gloves on. She’ll be good with her fingers but attentive to reader to focus on their pleasure.
CW: Fingering
Hilda’s finger game is probably ON POINT. Maybe the best fingerer in the Bureau to date. As a cryptographer, you know she’s used to solving all sorts of physical puzzles, so her dexterity has got to be off the charts. Plus, she probably views getting you to cum one big puzzle in itself. When she first has sex with you, she is dead set on finding the best way to make you cum, so her fingers will try all sorts of methods and tricks to find that one spot and combination that’ll have you squirting in her hand.
I’m not sure how I feel about Hilda using her gloves on you though. Maybe she’ll wear her gloves the first time she fingers you, but after a failed attempt at getting you to cum fast enough for her liking, she grumbles before yanking off her gloves with her teeth and sliding her bare fingers back in. She figures it would be much better figure out how to make you cum, if she had full sensitivity in her fingers.
Hnnnngh, Hilda’s hands would just feel so nice. So long, flexible and well taken care of, and you know her nails are kept short most of the time. She thinks long nails interfere too much with her work so short nails is the way to go for her, perfect for whenever you want to get busy with Hilda in her office <3
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