Natasha x Wanda x Agatha x Rio x Valentina x Mel x Kate x Reader
Tags: orgy, fingering, mouth licking, ass play, she/her pronouns for reader
Words: 492
Authors note: I have been possessed
You moan quietly as Natasha continues to play with your tits, her lips on your own. Wanda has moulded herself to Natasha’s back. One hand circles around Natasha’s waist and down to Natasha’s curls, her fingers disappearing within them.
Fingers tentatively explore your own curls. Natasha pulls back enough for you to see Mel beside your hips. Valentina is next to her, a hand wrapped around Mel’s wrist as she makes her touch you.
Natasha lightly pinches your nipple to get your attention back. Your turn your head and her lips are back on yours again. One of her hands curl around your jaw and squeezes to force your mouth open. She licks into your mouth a moment later. A gasp escapes you at the feeling and she does it again.
Your hips twitch as Mel’s fingers circle your clit, her touch light and still a little cautious. It’s her first time at an orgy but Valentina has been with her for a while at this point and assured everyone Mel knew what she was doing. Mel had decided Valentina would be the only one in charge of her tonight, although she seemed excited to play with a group.
Her fingers are suddenly at your entrance and you have a feeling Valentina still has control of Mel’s wrist. One finger slowly slips inside of you. Valentina scoffs.
“She can take more than that,” she says, “She’s always left gaping.”
It causes a ripple of laughter that has embarrassment burning brightly inside of you. The heat of it travels lower to pool around Mel’s finger. Mel pushes in a second finger.
Wanda must do something because Natasha pulls away with a gasp. Then they both turn to look at where Mel’s fingers are disappearing inside of you, Wanda’s head on Natasha’s shoulder.
A finger probes your ass and your hips jump, forcing yourself further onto Mel’s fingers. You moan. Agatha. Kate had begged for your ass but she was in time out for touching when she was told to wait, was muzzled and tied up in the corner. You could hardly blame her when Wanda’s cunt was an inch from her face for so long but Wanda did blame her and she’s always been swift to correct. So, Agatha won the prize. It’s a position they fight over often. Agatha enjoying the thrill of the game and Kate enjoying being put in her place.
The finger at your ass slowly pushes in to the first knuckle. You’re squirming at the stretch but a hand on your stomach forces you still. It’s a struggle to keep your breathing even and you seek out Natasha’s eyes. They’re glazed over, mouth slightly open. You turn your head to the side to see two of Wanda’s fingers buried deep inside of her, the base of Wanda’s palm grinding against Natasha’s clit. You resist the urge to lean forward and lap at the wetness dripping off her fingers.
Jun • i• verse (n) - the literary universe of a certain author named June aka scribbleknots aka me
The Vietnamese language
Okay, so Vietnamese and English are very very different things. For starters, Vietnamese is tonal, which means different accent marks sound different and whatever and this is not something you have to know about to be able to read Unspoken, Unsung but i thought it’d be fun to talk about. Bc I’m The Teacher’s Assistant for Vietnamese in my college.
So a á à ả ã ạ are all different and to untrained ears they probably all sound the same. We also have “extra vowels” (3 a’s and 3 o’s; 2e’s and 2 u’s; an i and y that function basically the same)
That’s totally besides my point but alas. You’ll be seeing these things as I occasionally drop Vietnamese words in the wip.
The things that are important to Unspoken, Unsung are dialect and honorifics.
Dialect
North, South, and Central Vietnam have different dialects. I was going to link you to a video of them, but I couldn’t find one I really liked. Anyway, Northern dialect is the “proper” way to pronounce things. Most Vietnamese Americans, as far as I know, speak the Southern dialect, though. The southern dialect kind of.. mispronounces letters. It pretty much does sound more country, like Southern American accents. It’s not technically incorrect at this point, but it’s different. (Central is some kind of hybrid of both, but i can’t really explain it as I have relatively little experience with it)
They also just choose different words for things sometimes. This all matters to my wip because I decided Kiên speaks with a Southern accent and Yến speaks with a Northern accent. It fuels the imminent feeling of distance between them that already exists due to their social classes, but even to the core of the way they speak, they are different. It’s the same language, but also not.
Honorifics
Don’t you love languages that have 20 different words for “you” and equally as many for “I”?
So there’s certain words and ways of speaking that indicate your relationship to the person you’re talking to. For instance, dạ is an extra little word that you use in conversation with elders and superiors to show respect. Mày is a super informal form of “you” that you would probably get your butt whipped for if you addressed your parents that way.
I wanted to weave this into Unspoken, Unsung also to indicate the distance between Kiên and Yến. Kiên speaks informally; he usually doesn’t speak at all so. When he enters the Magnolia Grove and has to blend in, there’s a whole process of him re-learning all these honorifics and respectable vocabulary that he’s known but seldom used before. Yến, on the other hand, always speaks formally, but one of the things that makes Kiên realize they’ve gotten closer as friends and maybe more is when she starts throwing informal terms and addresses at him and only at him.
Let me know if you want more lessons in the Vietnamese language in the form of long text posts and I’ll see what I can do!
Natasha x Wanda x Agatha x Rio x Valentina x Mel x Kate x Reader
Tags: blindfold, moments before, tied to the bed, noncon touching, noncon voyeurs, minor threat
Words: 388
Authors note: I know my titles have never been good but they’re getting worse oml
A moan sounds from across the room. Mel. Too far to be with the hands currently touching your skin. Mel’s moan cuts off and the hands on you freeze.
“Mel?” you ask hesitantly. You turn to Kate, or who you think is Kate. “Kate?” you ask in a small voice. The hand on your tit that’s meant to belong to Kate squeezes.
“They’re a bit busy right now,” a deep voice says.
You gasp in shock and try to kick out at it. The ropes don’t let you.
“Receiving a very nice reward for doing such a good job,” another voice agrees.
“Good job doing what?” you dare to ask, unable to do anything but keep them talking at the moment.
“Catching us such a pretty play thing,” a third voice says, much softer. Your stomach drops. How many people are in the room? Are Mel and Kate even in the same building anymore?
A third set of hands touch you, you can only assume belong to the softer voice, and you jerk in your restraints again. It doesn’t dissuade them so you do it again and again. When that doesn’t work you start to yell.
“Let me go! Let me go you sick—“
A hand clamps over your mouth, sharp nails digging into the soft skin of your cheeks.
“Shut up,” hisses someone. You think it’s the deep voice from before but you’re not sure. Instead of listening, you try to bite her. Her grip makes it so you can only scrape your teeth over her skin.
“Way to get a girl going,” she says and yeah it’s definitely the deep voice. You try licking instead, hoping to gross her out. Instead she gives an exaggerated pornographic moan. “Keep doing that honey and I’ll come in my pants.”
“You’re not wearing any pants,” the other voice from before says dryly.
“Oh yeah,” the deep voice says. Her hand squeezes your cheeks tight enough to hurt. Her voice turns hard. “Shut up if you want to keep your tongue.”
“Don’t talk to them like that,” the soft voice scolds. The deep voice scoffs but removes her hand. You try to bite it as it leaves and get a flick to your nose for the trouble. You bare your teeth.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” the soft voice says. Fingers brush your cheek and you jerk your head back. “You’re okay.”
Tags: darkfic, conditioning, masturbating, vibrator, it/its pronouns for reader
Words: 795
Author's Note: BB IS AT 30K!!!!! I am so so close I cannot wait to share this!!! I'm thinking one week maybe two to go since I'm not entirely sure how long this will take me to edit but omg!!! Thank you for your patience. Here is a lil treat :)
You roll over for the millionth time. It’s been getting harder and harder to sleep as the ache between your legs and the buzzing beneath your skin has grown. Mistress stopped touching you outside of petting when all of this started and the buzzing between your legs is all you can think about. You can’t stand it anymore. You’re sure it’s been weeks. The teasing of before was worth it. The end was made so much more. This is torture. You roll to lay mostly on your stomach. If you can keep your hips still Mistress should be none the wiser. Not that you’re breaking a rule. She hasn’t told you not to (not that she tells you all the rules first).
You hesitate at your underwear but you slip your fingers in. You need this and you know you aren’t being naughty. Why are you so worried? Mistress would have told you ages ago if you weren’t allowed to touch yourself. You move them lower to gather the wetness at your entrance. You’ve been wet for days at this point.
You’re still half-expecting the alarm to sound. It doesn’t. The angle is too awkward to do anything significant. You’d have to basically hump yourself if you shoved your fingers inside which would definitely get you caught. Instead you get your fingers wet then rub fiercely at your clit. The short, sharp electricity it sends through your veins is almost painful but so is your need. Your snap quickly without rising high.
The orgasm it sends through you is weak. Shudders wrack your body but the feeling doesn’t spread past your hips. The need is itching again at your insides within minutes. You wonder if risking it again is worth it when the results were abysmal.
The door slams open. You shoot up into a sitting position. The lights brighten. Not to the full light of morning but enough to clearly see her expression. The intense look on her face has you freezing. She walks to where you sit on the bed. You think, for the briefest moment, that she’s angry. That she saw what you were doing on the camera and she’s come to punish you. Then you see her pupils are blown, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. You can’t move under the intensity of her gaze.
She drops onto your lap. You breathe in sharply and then her lips are on you, devouring you. Your hands screw up the sheets. One of hers threads through your hair and holds tight. She tugs and swallows your happy noise.
“Have you been good?” she husks.
“I—I don’t know.”
She looks amused. “You don’t, do you? Let me fix that for you.” She leans down and kisses you again. Her teeth sink into your bottom lip and you whimper. She licks over the sting before puling back.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“You were doing so well, pet.” She sounds almost pitying and you wilt.
“I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t change what you’ve done.” She kisses you again. Her hands slide down to grab the hem of your shirt. She rips it off you. Her hands map out the newly bared skin while she turns your brain fuzzy with her lips. She trails them down to your neck to suck at that sensitive place. Your head dips backwards.
She shoves at the top of your shorts.
“Take these off,” she mutters. She lifts herself up and you’re quick to obey, eager to have her hands on you again. She pulls the bullet vibrator out of her pocket and you swallow harshly. She scowls at the wetness between your legs. “Who made that mess?”
“You did, Mistress.”
“Did I?” She taps the vibrator against her bottom lip in faux thought. “I could’ve sworn I saw a naughty bunny making it.”
You quickly shake your head but it’s no use. You don’t know what to do. She hasn’t really been like this before. You don’t know what she wants you to say.
“How did it feel?” Her fingers pinch your clit and you cry out. “How hard did you come using your filthy fingers?”
“Ba—bad,” you gasp out.
“Is that right? Is my bunny too dumb to touch itself?” She turns the vibrator on and presses it against your clit. You moan, opening your legs wider. She shoves at your shoulder and you fall back. She keeps light pressure against your clit and it’s not long before you’re squirming against her. She doesn’t tell you to stop pressing your hips up against the vibrator so you don’t stop. It already feels better than when you made yourself come.
“Fuck,” she mutters. “Is this why you touched yourself, bunny? You couldn’t stop thinking about this?”
Hi hi hi, proof of life and writing post 🫶🏻 (although I haven’t really written at all the past few days….). My brain has entered Nuh Uh mode and idk when it’s gonna come out of that so maybe no more works for the year 💔 but here is a tiny bit of writing I did over the weekend ❤️
Tags: gagged, fingering
Wanda lightly pinches your clit and you cry out through the gag.
“She likes that,” Natasha says, voice low.
“Wanda did always have the magic touch,” Pepper says.
“Are you close?” Wanda murmurs against your skin. You shake your head in stubborn denial even as your hips stutter against her fingers. It causes a ripple of laughter through the gather women.
“Interesting response for someone who’s soaking through their underwear,” Pepper says.
“Should we show them what we do with little girls who lie?” Agatha says, leaning forward again. Her eyes are dark.
“Not yet,” Wanda says. You clench at the realisation she didn’t say no. “We need to make her nice and soft first.” She addresses you again, “Doesn’t that sound nice?” Your dazed denial is practically unintelligible through the gag. “I thought so,” Wanda coos like you agreed with her.
“You always did like your playthings compliant,” Natasha muses.
Wanda grabs your wrists in a bruising grip and shoves them against the bed. A second later the padded cuffs are around them. It takes you a long moment to catch up. You hadn’t even realised you’d been touching her. You tug at them and Wanda gives you a scolding tap on the thigh. You give her a pleading look. You didn’t mean to.
She happily ignores you and leans over to the bedside drawer. You watch curiously. You haven’t been naughty enough to be worried. Natasha uncrossing her legs catches your eyes. You look up to find her solely focused on you, a small smirk playing about her lips. She knows something you don’t. You turn your head back to Wanda as she pulls out a strap-on and harness. A bit bigger than usual but the dim lighting doesn’t let you see anything significant. It doesn’t look familiar.
Wanda settles back on her heels and looks down at you with blown pupils.
“Mommy bought a special toy for tonight,” she says in that breathless excited way she sometimes gets. You perk up curiously. Is it a vibrating dildo?
“Why don’t you let me put it on for you?” Natasha asks. You try not to smile. Normally she wouldn’t ask but she’s pissed Wanda off enough to be a little submissive. Or…at least not so directly dominant.
Wanda gives her a considering look. Natasha hasn’t protested once about the side-lined position Wanda has put her in and she’s listened to every command she’s been given so far.
Wanda nods and waits for Natasha to come to the bed and hold her hand out. Wanda grabs it and Natasha helps her gracefully off of the bed. Natasha kisses the back of her hand as she slowly lowers herself to her knees.
Wanda had lost her shirt when getting you into bed and Natasha takes advantage of this by pressing gentle kisses over Wanda’s stomach while she unbuttons her jeans.
Natasha kisses a path down Wanda’s thigh as she pulls her jeans and underwear down her legs before stopping to allow Wanda to step out them. Natasha toes the line when she sits back up on her knees to nudge Wanda’s clit. Her tongue sneaks out and Wanda’s head falls backwards with a soft moan. She basks in the attention for a few moments, until Natasha dips her tongue lower. She immediately pushes Natasha’s head away and clicks her tongue.
One night you wake to the sound of locks clicking. It’s rare for her to enter when the lights have dimmed for sleep but it’s not the first time. You wait for the lights to turn on but they don’t. Was the noise in your dream and reflex woke you up?
The lights still don’t flicker on and the door doesn’t open so you close your eyes again. You try to picture your favourite show to try and encourage dreams that aren’t about the only person you see every day. The obsessive thoughts are starting to become too much.
Sleep starts to weigh you down when the door creaks open. The lights still aren’t on so you stay still. She slowly walks towards you. If it weren’t for the complete silence of your room you wouldn’t have heard her at all. She stops at then end of your bed for a long while. You try to keep your breathing even. Is she just checking in on you? If she is, does that mean the cameras can’t see in the near dark? No, it can’t be that. She would’ve started entering late at night a lot earlier and she hasn’t before. Has she?
Her footsteps travel to the side of the bed. You suddenly regret pushing it into the corner. You also regret the way you’re facing. If you peeked your eyes open you wouldn’t be able to see her.
She doesn’t stand and, presumably, stare like she did at the foot of the bed. Instead, you feel a dip in the mattress. Your heart pounds. You’ve fallen asleep a million times with her on the bed but you’ve never been on there first. You’ve also never already been asleep. Why hasn’t she woken you?
You expect her to call out pet or bunny or some command that will make this all make sense. She doesn’t. The cover lifts and her warmth reaches across the sheets towards you. You have to remember to keep breathing evenly.
She slots herself behind you in the position you’ve yet to allow. Her hand curls around your waist, her warm breath brushes the back of your neck and her leg slowly hooks around yours. Has she finally lost her patience?
You try not to be tense, to keep your breathing even, to slow your heart rate down. You have no idea how successful you are but she never says anything. The position is unfamiliar and one that used to frighten you.
Now you deny it mostly because it’s the one thing you’re allowed to deny. She never does anything more than cradle you and falling asleep in her arms is comforting in this chilly, lonely room.
Now that you’re in this position you find it isn’t so different from how you usually sleep against her. Her warmth still surrounds you and her scent is still as rich if not as strong.
You sink back towards sleep again. It’s hard not to and you don’t see a reason to resist. The lack of her waking you and moulding herself into a position you’d so vehemently denied before is barely a blip of concern now. She’s as soft and warm as ever. You should know there’s no need for concern.
You’re almost asleep when her hand moves. It slips under your shirt and you stop breathing. You slowly relax when it travels no further. It doesn’t go up or down. Its only movements are the slight circles it traces into your skin.
You had stopped lying to yourself a while ago about how much you enjoy her touch. It took longer for you to accept the want of her skin against yours. You have, reluctantly, but it’s so much nicer not having to face it in the light.
You wonder vaguely if she’s done this before. On those nights where your food tastes a little bit off and you sleep a little bit too deeply. You don’t understand why she would. Obviously there’s your reluctance to lay like this but at this point if she pushed you’d break. You sink fully back into sleep.
You don’t wake up again when the hand stops, or when it moves lower, or when it sneaks under the waistband of your pants. Your body doesn’t tell your brain anything is going on until her hand has already invaded your underwear.
Tags: sex pollen, dub con that comes with sex pollen, talk of marking, no cheating but Wanda hasn’t entered the room yet and that “conversation” isn’t in this snippet
Authors note: happy wip wednesday! This has been fun to write so far :)
Natasha’s fingers lightly trail down your sore neck, “She really likes to mark you.” The embarrassment hits you in the gut and you hope it’s not clear on your face. “I’ve noticed before, of course. Neither of you are particularly subtle. I’ve seen the marks during training.”
This…is not exactly where you had imagined this conversation going. You slowly lean away from her touch but her fingers move to trail over your hipbone. Another place Wanda enjoys marking, and an area that shows during training when your shirt lifts. Her gaze is laser focused on your skin. There are fresh bruises hidden directly under her fingertips and for a moment you can swear that she sees them.
Then her fingers nudge your waistband and your breath stutters. Her eyes snap to yours. Her fingers slowly inch under it and that heat between her legs betrays you by growing. You’re trapped in her gaze. Her slowness agonising as she creeps towards your clit. You ache for her. It would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so consuming.
Her fingers finally nudge your clit, just like Wanda does when she’s teasing you, and your knees grow weak. This is- this is a lot of fantasies come true. Ones you and Wanda have talked about, have fucked about and- and Wanda isn’t here. Isn’t in the room watching, or holding you down, or whispering things so sweetly while encouraging Natasha to torture you. You snap out of it, pulling her hand out of your shorts and stepping back.
“I can’t-“ you begin to say but she drops you. Her leg hooks behind your knee and sweeps. Your knees give out and you land on your back. The wind is knocked out of you. You can’t even try to get a breath in before Natasha is on top of you, pinning you down so securely that you can barely move.
The position is familiar, Natasha has put you in it a thousand times while training you. The look in her eyes isn’t. The rabid, desperate need in them.
“Natasha,” you wheeze. An almost animalistic growl escape her and her lips are upon yours before you can scrape any more air into your deprived lungs.
WARNING: This one shot has been reworked before posting to be more explicitly non-con. When it’s posted in full a link will be added at the bottom of this post. Please take care of yourself and read all tags on the full fic before reading.
