tw: natasha being disgusting AGAIN, natasha having a dick, blowjob, cum swallowing, r is under the desk :), dirty talk and did i mention natasha is GROSS! i think thats all?
⚠️NO MINORS⚠️
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You knew your red-headed girlfriend had always struggled to keep her room tidy. But today, it was the worst it had been in a while: the lingering stench of rotting food accompanied by roaches roaming the hard wooden floor and a swarm of small fruit flies hovering over the dirty plates that were scattered everywhere. It was getting out of hand, and that was putting it nicely.
Natasha had been festering in her gaming room for almost a week now, only vacating the four walls to stare at the fridge or go to the bathroom. It was obvious she was only using the toilet and hadn’t had a shower within that week or even brushed her teeth. Your girlfriend was glued to her screens, eyes fixated on the pixels that presented her with whatever she wanted and her ears covered with the headset you had bought her as a birthday present a year ago. You regret giving her those noise-cancelling ones.
The curtains remained closed whether it was day or night, even a hint of sunshine caused Natasha to shimmy away and hiss as if she were a vampire. It was as if she was allergic to the outside world, that's how dramatic she was as a person. You had tried to persuade her or encourage her to either clean her room or just step outside for a moment of fresh air but that didn’t work, which was why you were in this uncomfortable situation right now, knelt under Natasha’s desk while she continued to play the newest release of some game or whatever she was playing. Your knees already aching due to the lack of a cushion underneath them and your hair getting attached to the occasional piece of pre-chewed chewing gum that your girlfriend had stuck on the underside of her desk. You did wonder why she had a habit of doing that when the overfilled trash can was a few centimetres away from her but is to her own.
You thought, since your other ways of persuasion had failed you, making a simple deal with Natasha would give her the motivation to do what you want her to do. However, you didn’t the expect her side of the deal to be so… bold. “Come on Babe, you said you would do anything I want.” Your gamer girlfriend said, her voice slightly raised since she couldn’t exactly hear herself because of her headset. You let out a deep and heavy sigh before moving your hands, guiding them to the waistband of her filthy and stained sweatpants that you hadn’t seen her change in the past 4 days. “I’m getting there,” you replied, mainly to yourself.
Pulling down her sweatpants was a mission within itself since she wouldn’t lift her ass up from the chair to at least give you a helping hand but once you did, it wasn’t difficult to notice the overly large bulge within her Batman boxers, the bat symbol slightly stretched as the enlarged clothed cock strained against it. It had been a while since you and Natasha had partaken in such lewd actives because of her awful gaming habits and your hardworking ass having two jobs so it was slightly jarring and brought a red tint to your cheeks when you remembered her cock wasn’t exactly small. You had been in your head for awhile that you hadn’t noticed Natasha had taken her headset off and moved her attention to you, her fingers running through your hair while a cunning smirk formed on her face.
“You gonna stare at it or do something about it? Because I don’t think staring was a part of the deal, pretty girl.” Although your girlfriend had a huge dick, you swear she was a bigger dick. Always cocky, demanding and the list goes on but you suppose she was right. You pull down her sweatpants and tug them off her feet, shoving them aside as you start to work on her underwear.
“You know, you’re awfully commanding for a girl who won't clean her room without throwing a tantrum like a child.” You answered back with an attitude causing the redhead to chuckle. Prick, you thought. Pulling down her boxers down allowed her cock to spring free and almost slap you in the face, the raging and vivid veins that littered her shaft caused you to clench around nothing while the tip started to bead and drip with precum. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath which caused her member to twitch as your breath met the sensitive skin. Her grip on your hair tightened as she sucked the air through her teeth and bucked her hips, she was definitely as sex deprived as you.
Natasha gently guided your mouth to the tip of her cock with impatience, her breath becoming heavier in anticipation which caused you to swallow and shift on your knees. You reached up and carefully wrapped your hand around her member as your lips made contact with the glistening tip. Your girlfriend let out a soft moan as your lips met the light pink head of her cock, running her fingers through your hair as her grip loosened slightly but you knew it was a silent indication for you to go further. “Good girl, fuck it’s been a while since you’ve been on your knees for me.” She whispered in a sweet but sickly tone of voice. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”
As she spoke those words in a tone that made your knees weak and your brain foggy, you obliged. Opening your mouth just wide enough for her to slide in with ease, the familiar saltiness of her precum reached your tastebuds, however, something was different. You pull back slightly with a scrunched-up face filled with disgust and confusion. “Natty, when was the last time you had a shower?” you tried to ask but was violently cut short as she gripped your hair and pushed her dick into your mouth with a smirk. “Shhhh.”
You let out a slight gag as she shoved her dick into your mouth without warning, your body twitching as you tried to pull away. “Shh, take it deeper.” She reassured as she guided your head to bob up and down her shaft, the taste of sweat and uncleanliness filled your mouth as your girlfriend let out moans of pleasure. Natasha looked down at you with a mixture of lust and adoration, the way you perfectly fitted under her desk and between her legs made her cock twitch in your mouth. “Look at you, on your knees for me 'cause you wanted me to clean my room. You that desperate, hm?”
As your mind tried to unscramble its thoughts and become aware of your surroundings, you finally realised what was happening. Your tongue swirled around her cock with each bob of your head, tracing each vein while the sounds of slurping and minimal gagging filled the room and the music from her paused game fell into melody with yours. The corners of your eyes started to water with each movement, the tip of your girlfriend’s cock hitting the back of your throat as you angled your head slightly to look up at her with your half-lidded and dilated eyes. “You’re taking me so well, Detka.” she moaned.
As she began to thrust her hips, which she was never gentle with doing, a low and needy growl escaped her lips which indicated she was close. The way her chest rose and fell rapidly and her hips already began to stutter, the way her head fell back against her gaming chair and gripped your hair tightly, your strands tangled around her fingers. Your tears ran down your flushed cheeks, leaving trails behind as drool dripped down your chin and down her cock to soak her balls. “Fuck, I’m close already,” Natasha said with a pathetic whimper, tilting her head down again to take a glimpse at you staring up at her. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth, make you swallow it.
But before you could register her words, she buried herself deep inside your throat as salty ropes of cum flooded your mouth and traveled down your throat. Your back hunched slightly as you held back a cough due to the sudden invasion of white liquid, your nose touching her pelvis and your chin touching her balls. “Shit!” Your girlfriend exclaimed in ecstasy with an arched back and her face scrunched up, her mouth agape slightly as she grunts with each load.
“Swallow it all, Pretty girl,” Natasha whispered breathlessly, smiling and giggling to herself as her high settles down. As Natasha slowly pulls her cock out and you manage to finally swallow all of her cum, she taps her dick on your cheek to release any excess seed onto your skin. “I’ll definitely clean my room now.” She mumbled with that stupid cocky tone.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
i dont know why this took me so many days to write… i guess i just wanted to describe how GROSS AND DISGUSTING natasha is :) but i think i fr need to take up smoking again after this fucking oneshot. ALSO WHOEVER THE 🧸-ANON IS I HOPE THIS IS OKAY FOR YOUUUU!!!
tw: collar and leash, slapping, degrading, praises, hair pulling, boot/heel riding, no orgasms
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Wanda had been at work for most of the day and hadn’t returned home to until the late evening. You could hear the jangle of the keys in the front door before it gently swung open to reveal your Owner, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit paired with a fine pair of black heels to match.
You sat patiently in the hallway that leas to the front door with your floppy ears perked up and your tail wagging wildly behind you. You bit your lip to hold yourself back, it was common for you to get too excited and start whining and whimpering which Wanda either found adorable or highly annoying after a long day.
“Mama.” You called out to your Owner, crawling slowly towards her. Although she was fashionably late, her hair was tied up and slightly disheveled.
“Oh Puppy,” She called out, crouching down to your level after putting her car keys and jacket away. “How’s my little Puppy,hm?” She reached out to scratch behind your ears, smiling with exhaustion as she watched your tail bang against the wall.
“Happy now youre home.” You answered, licking your cheek and sniffing her to ensure no other Puppies had taken her for claim. “Is Mama okay?” She only nodded. Pulling away slightly to untie her hair and let those beautiful red locks that you loved so much drape down her back and frame her face. “How about we head to bed? You can sleep with Mama tonight.”
You whimpered excitedly and crawled to the bedroom that you occasionally shared with Wanda, pushing open the door with your head and picking up a toy,that had been left in there previously, with your mouth. However, when Wanda followed swiftly behind you, her mouth fell agape as she glanced around the half destroyed bedroom.
The blankets were shoved off the bed, the pillows were slightly ripped allowing the feathers inside to flutter around the room and the duvet was covered in a mixture of mud and drool. She forgot to close the door properly. “Puppy.” She whispered in shock, her eyes darkening with both annoyance and anger. Wanda was exhausted beyond belief, her day had been terrible due to people nagging her ear off and not completing tasks correctly which meant she had to do it all herself. But this. This was her tipping point.
Wanda, with towering rage, gripped your collar to throw you off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. A painful whimper and wince filled the room as your knees hit the wood below. “Stupid fucking mutt!” Wanda shouted with frustration, tugging on your collar once more to lift your head up. “You pathetic and stupid dog.”
Your bottom lip quivered as you made eye contact with your owner, your frightened eyes welled up with tears as Wanda glared down at you with disgust and resentment. “I- Mama i’m sorry…” You whimpered out, an audible tremble in your voice as you tried to hold yourself together.
Wanda had only been this mad once before and that was because you chewed her favourite and most expensive pair of shoes. But even then, she never manhandled you or belittled you this much. “Oh you’re sorry?” She hissed, slapping you across the face with a hard flick of the wrist causing your ear to ring. “I am frankly exhausted from today and my dumb animal of a pet decided to make it worse!” Her voice was loud and laced with venomous words.
“Mama-“ She quickly shut you up as she let go of your collar and gripped your hair instead, tangling her fingers in your locks with a firm twist that made the follicles sting. “Mindless fucking animal.”
Your Owner, with most of her strength, pushed you away as she let go of your hair and rubbed her forehead. You dipped your head as you tried to hide your tears that ran down your face, your body trembling and your tail tucked between your legs as you sniffled.
“You don’t get to be upset.” She quipped, shaking her head as she walked out the bedroom suddenly. Your heart sank as she left, the dreadful thought of her leaving you and never coming back because you tore up her bedsheets filled your mind. But as you were about to open your mouth, she finally came back with a leash. “Get undressed.”
You gulped and started to undress without hesitation knowing if you did this punishment would be a lot worse than it was going to be. “Faster, mutt.” Wanda demanded, stepping closer and kneeling down to rip off your clothes. “Don’t take your fucking time while all i’ve done today is fucking wait!”
She threw your shredded clothes aside and clipped the leash to your collar, standing up to look down at you. The lack of sympathy and respect was evident in her eyes as you knelt there, all tear eyed and bare before her.
“Here.” The red head snapped her fingers as she sat on the edge of the bed, pointing to the floor between her legs. “Now.” She tugged your leash.
You swiftly crawled towards her, kneeling at her feet with your back straight and your hands on your thighs. “Look at me.” And you did. “Who’s a pathetic excuse of a pet?”
“I am.” You replied with certainty, shifting on your knees before she slapped you again. “Who’s a bad girl?”
“I am, Mama.” You shifted once more to give your tail the opportunity to tuck itself between your legs. “You think tearing up my bed is acceptable?”
“I-“ SLAP. The evidence of punishment was being to form on your face, bright red and harsh outlines of fingers had plastered themselves on your skin. “It’s a yes or no question.”
“No.”
“Do you see me wrecking your crate, hm? Throwing out all the pillows and shredding up your toys?” Wanda tilted her head and pulling your leash. “Hm?”
“No.” You whispered. You dipped your head again in shame, still now, in this situation, you had now idea why you ripped up her pillows and threw her blankets on the floor. You knew it wasn’t acceptable to go into your Owner’s room without permission so why did you do?
“Silly Puppy.” She whispered back softly, stroking your head and playing with your ears. Her soft and sweet tone of voice paired with the gentle touch to your ears was a stark contrast to what she was doing to you before. It made your head fuzzy. “Silly Puppy needs a punishment hm? I think Mama has the perfect punishment for you.”
She tapped her foot on the floor and narrowed her eyes, a silent order for you to straddle her heeled foot. The perfectly polished heel reflected your glistening pussy perfectly. “Aww, the dumb mutt is getting off on this abuse hm? Is that why you did it? You wanted Mama to be rough with you?”
Your body shivered and filled with goosebumps at her accusation, maybe she was right? She had been awfully soft and gentle with you these past few days of intimacy but even then you could have just asked her to be rougher without ruining furniture.
“Too dumb to reply.” Your Owner sighed, lifting her heel up to push it against your folds. “You’re thinking with your pussy again and we haven’t even started.” You flinched and whined as her cold shoe hit your sensitive skin. “Please- i’m sorry.” You finally managed to say, accidentally bucking your hips.
“This is meant to be a punishment, Puppy.” She reminded you with a smirk, tapping the tip of her heel against your clit which made you shudder and gasp. “Pathetic. Grind on your Owner’s shoe, Little one. Go on.”
With permission you confidently and with need started to hump her shoe, biting your lip as you arched your hips slightly to rub your clit against the heel between your legs, small moans filling the room. You grip her leg as your hips sped up, whimpering as your wetness leaves evidence of your arousal on her shoe. “Good girl.” She praised, scratching behind your adorable floppy ears while you stuck your tongue out to pant and continue your actions like a dog in heat.
Wanda continued to pet you, changing between scratching your ears and stroking your hair as she watched you grind on her foot. Her eyes glowed with arousal and smugness, the way you whimpered and drooled on yourself made her panties wet but, she wouldn’t dare tell you that. Your hips rocked and stuttered with each bump against your clit, wrapping your arm around her leg for stability as your orgasm was growing embarrassingly fast.
“You close Puppy? You wanna make more of a mess on your Owner’s nice shoes hm?” She teased, her voice filled with mockery and fake sympathy. “You want to cum for me?” You nodded, the wire connected to your brain and mouth short circuited causing you let out a needy mewl.
“Hold it, Pup.” She whispered, pulling on your leash that continued to be wrapped around her fist. “No cumming without my permission.”
“Please-“ You choke out, your body trembling as your thighs twitched with anticipation and want. “Please, Mama! I’m close-“
“Lift your hips.” Wanda commanded with a firm tone which you relentlessly complied with a groan of sexual frustration. “It’s a punishment remember, bad puppies dont deserve to cum.” The redhead said with a smirk, tapping your cheek with taunt. “Now lick my shoe clean.”
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AUTHORS NOTE:
i literally thought of this when i was… edging myself two days ago 😀 tmi? probably. anyways please forgive me if this is ropey… i did warn ya’ll that my smut is not on its A game these days. ITS ALSO NOT PROOF READ
tw: inexperienced!elphaba thropp, smut, loss of virginity, nipple sucking/pinching, hair pulling, begging, swearing, sloppy kisses, fingering (e receiving), oral (e receiving), praises, very very very mild degradation, elphaba has body hair cause its hot, reader being a little manipulative. i think that’s it?
⚠️NO MINORS⚠️
wc: 6.6k
a/n: this might be based off a fanart… also its 90% plot and 10% smut tbh andddd i got bored halfway through cause adhd :) and its not proof read! yayyyy
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You were perched on the edge of Elphaba’s bed, the soft, rumpled quilts making a cozy nest around you. She was stationed at her desk, utterly absorbed in the textbooks sprawled before her that would help her in writing an essay for Dr. Dillamond. Her emerald eyes were locked onto the pages, barely acknowledging your presence. When you spoke, she offered nothing more than curt responses and distracted murmurs that barely broke her concentration.
“Wait, hold on,” you said, sitting up with a newfound curiosity, your gaze fixed on her. “You’ve never kissed anyone before?”
Elphaba’s head lifted slightly from her textbook, a frown tugging at her brows as she cast a sidelong glance in your direction. “No, I haven’t. Is that strange?”
You shrugged, contemplating her question. It wasn’t necessarily strange as everyone moved at their own pace but the teasing urge bubbled just below the surface. “I mean, maybe it is. I had my first kiss when I was only twelve.” Your attempt to suppress a smile was futile as you watched her expression contort, cheeks blossoming into a deeper shade of green.
“Well, not everyone has your,” she shot back with a defensive edge, slamming one of her many textbooks shut with a satisfying thud. “adventurous spirit, Y/N.”
A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and Elphaba crossed her arms defiantly, resembling a child throwing a tantrum. “Alright, no need to get defensive, Elphaba Thropp.”
“I’m not defensive!” she retorted, turning her head away sharply, a pen taken from her desk now twisting between her fingers as she nervously fidgeted. She sat there with a blend of shyness and awkwardness, clearly out of her comfort zone yet undeniably intrigued by your experiences. “Maybe I’m just selective about who I share that experience with.”
“Selective?” you prompted, crossing your legs and leaning back onto your hands, observing her with an intent gaze. “It’s a kiss, not someone taking your virginity, Elphie.”
“Well, I deem it that way.” She huffed, squirming slightly in her chair, still avoiding your eyes. Your laughter filled the small space between you, and her gaze snapped back up to meet yours, bewildered. “Why are you laughing?”
“I just find it cute that you’re waiting out,” you reply softly, a tone of tenderness lacing your words. The playful sentiment almost earns you a textbook about life science hurled in your direction. “Hey!”
The heavy book strikes the wall behind you, thudding onto the bed with a muted thump, eliciting a glare from you aimed straight at Elphaba. “It’s not cute! I’m just waiting for the right person, thank you very much.”
“The right person?” you echo, curiosity in your voice.
“Yes, the right person. Unlike you, I actually have standards,” the green witch retorts, her sassy tone unable to mask the smile that breaks across her face. Abruptly, you stand up, seizing a fluffy pillow and swinging it down towards her arm with a playful smack. “You won’t get any kisses if you keep up that snarky attitude!”
You scoff dramatically, rolling your eyes in disbelief. “Well then, I guess you’re just missing out. Maybe you’ll spend the rest of your life without any kisses!”
“Maybe I’m perfectly content with my choices. You’re the one who seems obsessed with kissing,” Elphaba smirks, her plump lips twitching in amusement as she adjusts her glasses, raising the pillow in front of her like a makeshift shield.
“Obsessed?” you exclaim, your voice rising in mock horror as you glance around, as if searching for some unseen judgment. “Where do you find the audacity?”
The witch before you raises an eyebrow, tilting her head with a light chuckle. “You continuously bring it up any chance you get. It’s like your life goal,” she teases, playfully circling around you, inviting another round of banter. Stuttering over your words, you hold the pillow down defensively and flick your hair with a feigned huff. “Shut up! You’re the one who’s inexperienced!”
Elphaba beams at your pathetic comeback, clearly amused. “Oh, such hurtful words, Y/N,” she mocks, clutching her desk as if struck by a dramatic wave of offense, leaning against it in a pose that’s almost theatrical.
Your exasperated roll of the eyes and huffy sigh only serve to amplify her signature smirk. “You’re right,” she sighs theatrically, “I am inexperienced. But that’s also why I don’t care about your teasing.”
“Oh, you are a liar, Elphaba Thropp!” you retort, stepping closer and pointing an accusing finger at her. “You blush and look away every time I mention something even remotely sexual! You’re worse than Boq!”
Elphaba’s cheeks flush an impossibly vibrant green, illuminating her face as she averts her gaze, the once confident and teasing smirk fading into a flustered pout. “I do not! It’s just warm in here!” The flimsy excuse tumbles from her lips in a rush, as if the heat of the moment has rendered her tongue momentarily clumsy.
“Liar.”
With a playful flick of her wrist, she thwacks you with the plush pillow she had been clutching, causing you to grunt and erupt into a delightful squeal of laughter. “Stop calling me out!”
“Aww, poor Elphie! You’re so innocent!” You coo, placing the pillow back on the bed then pinching her cheeks like an overly affectionate grandmother. “So inexperienced and silly.”
With a lighthearted slap of your hands away, she laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you’re so annoying! What’s your point with this innocent thing?”
“Maybe that you need practice.” You say, a teasing smirk dancing across your lips as you boop her chest with a fingertip, striking a confident pose with hands planted firmly on your hips. “Just in case you accidentally bite someone’s lip off in the process!”
“I would not bite someone’s lip off!”
“You bit someone’s finger off when you were a child,” you tease, laughter bubbling up. “I wouldn't put it past you!”
Elphaba’s arms cross again, her expression a complex mix of embarrassment and annoyance at your reminder of a childhood mishap. When she first told the story to you, the laughter that rolled from your lips had lasted over ten minutes while the green witch sat there, her gaze fixed on you with disapproval.
“Fine.” She mumbles, shrugging. “Who do you suggest I practice my kissing with, hm?”
An idea sparks in your mind, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you nonchalantly mimic her shrugging gesture.
It didn’t take long for the implications to dawn on Elphaba. She’d never been the best at deciphering social cues and interactions without becoming defensive or outsmarting the conversation, but with you, it was like reading an open spell book.
“No. Absolutely not!” She shakes her head, flailing her arms as if to ward off a swarm of annoying insects. “I am not practicing with you!”
“Oh, come on!” You chuckle, your voice dripping with playful mockery. “It’s what friends do! It’s totally normal to practice kissing between friends!”
Elphaba shakes her head vigorously, the very suggestion striking her as an outrageous affront. “That’s not normal! Friends don’t just kiss each other for practice!” She starts pacing around the room, her mind racing to process this new and outrageous concept.
You shrug. “Me and Glinda did.”
Suddenly, she halts mid-step, her eyes widening. “You and Glinda?”
You nod, the mischief still lingering in your expression.
“What?!” She exclaims, incredulity pouring from her voice. “When did this happen?”
“Years ago!” You reply, waltzing up to her and placing your hands gently on her shoulders, trying to calm the storm of surprise brewing inside her. Had she truly been so sheltered, both in relationships and friendships?
“And you’re telling me this now?!” Elphaba’s voice pierces through the air, sharp yet laced with curiosity. Beneath her disbelief, the intrigue was unmistakable. “I can’t believe you two!”
“Oh relax, Elphie!” You shout back, matching her intensity with a grin. “It’s not that absurd!”
She shakes her head in disbelief, her features contorted into a mix of annoyance and fascination. “Easy for you to say.”
You step back, rolling your eyes as you observe her pace the floor like a caged animal, her heels tapping rhythmically against the wooden floor like a countdown to an emotional explosion.
“You have some crazy ideas, Y/N!” She points at you, her voice balancing between frustration and amusement as she continues to circle the room. You watch, surprised that she hasn’t gotten dizzy yet from the whirlwind of thoughts.
“What are you looking at?” she exclaims, catching your eyes trained on her.
“Nothing!” You protest, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your tone. “Just forget this conversation happened and go kiss someone else! Don’t come running back to me when you get called fish lips or have a stiff tongue!”
“Maybe I will,” she mumbles, her pacing slowing as uncertainty and doubt seep into her expression. “I’ll prove you wrong.”
You nod in silent agreement.
Elphaba’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as a deep sigh of resignation escapes her. Shoulders slumped and back slightly hunched, she finally shuffles over to sit down beside you, the defiance waning. “I don’t even know who to kiss.”
You gently rub your friend's back as she sits beside you, her posture tense yet yearning for comfort. "You know I'm only teasing you, Elphie. You don’t have to kiss someone if you’re not ready.”
She leans into your touch slightly, her body relaxing just a fraction as the tension in her shoulders begins to ease. "I know, but it's so frustrating," she admits, her voice soft and tinged with vulnerability. "I want to be good at it, but I'm scared."
"Not everyone is great on the first try," you say soothingly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, your fingers lingering to emphasize your support.
"Was Glinda bad?" Her eyes, soft and wide like innocent pools, search yours for reassurance.
You let out a light chuckle, the memory warming your spirit. "Glinda and I were absolutely terrible. She bit my tongue, and I almost made her gag because I shoved my tongue down her throat too far."
Elphaba lets out a small laugh, the tension in her body dissipating slightly. She turns towards you, her gaze sincere. "That's good to know," she says, but there’s still a shadow of doubt flickering in her emerald eyes. "But I still don’t want to make a fool of myself."
You gently hook a finger under her chin, tilting her face up so you can look deeply into her eyes. "You won’t make a fool of yourself," you whisper, your voice earnest. "The offer is still there.”
Her brows knit together, a storm of emotions swirling within her. "You’re serious about this? It’s not some sick joke you’ll talk about behind my back?"
“Elphie," you say softly, stroking her cheek with your thumb, your heart racing with compassion and sincerity. "I would never speak badly about you. That’s a promise.”
As your hand lingers on her cheek, Elphaba’s heart begins to race. Her gaze connects with yours, an intensity that feels electric. "Okay," she finally breathes, her voice a mere whisper as if louder words might shatter the moment. "You’ll be gentle, right?"
You nod, a warm smile spreading across your face.
“Say it.”
“I’ll be gentle, Elphie,” you assure her, the softness in your tone wrapping around her like a warm blanket.
You push her oval glasses gently up her nose, watching her eyes flutter shut for a second as a shiver runs through her. "I've never done anything with a girl before."
"Not even held hands?" you ask, a note of surprise lacing your voice.
Elphaba shakes her head vigorously, a blush creeping back into her cheeks. She looks up at you with wide, doe-like green eyes, her lips tightly pressed together, as though she’s trying to keep a secret. You catch the sound of her swallowing nervously, prompting a breathy chuckle from your lips. “Would you prefer to do this all with a boy before a girl?”
Her head shakes again, more fervently this time. “I want—” She hesitates, glancing down, her vulnerability spilling out. “I trust you more than any boy. You’re my best friend.”
You tilt her chin up once more, looking deeply into those captivating green orbs. “You’re my best friend too, Artichoke.”
“Don’t call me that,” she whispers softly, a smile breaking through at the old pet name. It evokes bittersweet memories from her past with Glinda, but in this moment, with you, she’s ready to forge new ones.
As you both gaze into each other’s eyes, the weight of the moment pulls you closer. Your lips part slightly, an unconscious invitation as you feel her fingers fidgeting against your skirt. “Should—should I go first? Should I just go for it?” Her shyness is palpable, laced with an underlying yearning.
“Just relax, Elphie.” You chuckle softly, rubbing her arm lightly to distract from the blush creeping up your own cheeks. “Take a deep breath. Relax your lips, but not too much. Part them, and I’ll lead.” She nods, determination mixed with nervousness written on her features.
“Good girl,” you whisper, the warmth of your breath brushing against her lips as you lean in, taking her glasses off and placing them aside. “If it gets too much, just tell me.” She nods again, her trust shining through.
Slowly, you lean in, giving her ample opportunity to back away, but to your relief, she doesn’t. When your lips finally meet hers, the contact sends a jolt through you both. Her body tenses initially, eyes wide as yours flutter closed, savoring the sensation.
Though the kiss feels stiff and full of innocence, an electric current pulses between you, a new warmth unlike anything you felt with Glinda. In that moment, the pink princess fades from your mind, leaving only the enchantment of the green witch before you.
You smile against her lips, pulling back slightly. “You can touch me, Elphie.”
Nervously, she lifts her hands, awkwardly placing them on your shoulders, her touch reminiscent of a co-worker at an uncomfortably formal meeting. “Like this?” Elphaba asks, her lips drawn toward yours like a flower searching for sunlight.
You shake your head gently, guiding her hands to your waist. “Here,” you say, pressing your lips against hers again, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. But she interrupts with her words.
“You’re really warm.”
“I think that’s you, pretty girl,” you reply with a light chuckle, pulling back again, your hearts entwining in laughter.
Elphie lets out a soft whimper at the pet name, a rush of butterflies erupting in your stomach. Her fingers tighten around your waist, her pointed emerald nails digging into your skin, igniting a spark of desire.
“Y/N, I’m feeling,” she whispers, her voice quivering with uncertainty. “Different.”
"Different?" You ask, worry flickering in your eyes as you draw back slightly to feel her temperature. She’s warm to the touch, but not in a way that suggests illness. "Are you okay? Did you overdo it already?"
Elphaba shakes her head, her expression a mixture of confusion and something deeper. "I feel tingly all over. Is that normal?" Her lips are slightly swollen, and her eyes have taken on a glazed, unfocused look, making her appear dazed and entranced.
As her words hang in the air, a fleeting realization crosses your mind. "Just all over or somewhere specific?"
She turns her gaze away, releasing a shaky breath that seems to shiver with anxiety. "Mainly," she hesitates, eyes darting back to you. "My stomach and maybe lower."
“Lower,” you echo, moving your hands gently down her arms to rub her skin in soothing circles. “You're just turned on, Elphie. It's nothing serious." You chuckle lightly, trying to ease her apprehension.
Her eyes widen in realization, jaw dropping slightly as she nervously brushes her damp palms against her skirt. "Oh, oh! I’ve never felt that before, with anyone."
“You’ve never been turned on?” you ask, furrowing your brows with genuine curiosity.
Elphaba shakes her head, a flush of embarrassment creeping across her green cheeks as vulnerability washes over her. “Not like this,” she mumbles, fidgeting with her nails in an anxious motion. “Not from kissing. Is it supposed to feel this intense?”
You gently take her hands in yours, warming them between your palms, your thumb gliding softly over the delicate green skin on the back of her hands. You meet her gaze, your smile tender and reassuring. “If it’s with the right person, then yes, it can be.”
Her eyes transition from vulnerability to a mix of wonder and awe, shining with the spark of new emotions. “You make me feel things I never knew existed, Y/N.”
A quiet chuckle escapes your lips as you squeeze her hands in response. “Well, I’m glad I’m making you feel them.”
Elphaba glances down at your intertwined fingers, a nervous habit of biting her lip betraying her desire. “I want to kiss you again.”
A soft whisper escapes you, coaxing her with a nod of encouragement, “You have the confidence.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Elphaba steels herself, the anticipation palpable, before leaning in once more. This time, the kiss feels bolder as she approaches with newfound assertiveness.
Your hands move instinctively to cup her face, returning the kiss with a gentle fervor as your lips find their rhythm, a dance of sweet exploration.
Elphaba leans closer, her surprise sparking a daring energy between you. Her hands begin to explore, fingertips gliding delicately under your shirt, igniting a tantalizing warmth that spreads through your body like wildfire. You arch toward her touch, a soft hum escaping your lips, intoxicated by her boldness. “You’re such a good teacher,” she whispered, mesmerized.
As the kiss deepens, your mouths move in a rhythm that’s almost primal, a symphony of soft whimpers and muted moans spilling out in the heated space between you. Each connection ignites more warmth, urging you both onward.
With every tender caress, Elphaba grows more adventurous. Her fingers trace delicate patterns across your skin, pulling you closer until your chests collide. “Can we keep going?” she murmurs against your lips, the words laced with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability.
You nod, breathless, unable to articulate anything more as you surrender to the enchantment of her kisses.
With your silent affirmation, Elphaba gently pushes you back, hovering above you, a concoction of nervousness and thrill dancing in her eyes. “I want to explore more with you,” she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.
A gasp escapes your lips as your back meets the soft embrace of the bed, her presence suddenly overwhelming yet comforting. “Are you sure?” you manage to ask, your breath hitching in your throat. “You don’t want me to lead?”
Biting her lip, she straddles you, positioning a thigh on either side of your waist as she gazes down at you, her eyes shimmering with anticipation. “I want to try,” she whispers, a hint of uncertainty coloring her words. “I might need some guidance, though.”
You nod, a smile blooming across your face, eager to support her. “Okay, just take it slow for now,” you advise, your hands gently rubbing her thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin.
Elphaba shivers at your touch, her hands resting tentatively on your stomach as she shifts above you. “You’re so pretty, Y/N,” she murmurs, her voice nearly a caress, as she begins to tug at your t-shirt, revealing your skin beneath.
You lift yourself slightly, aiding her in undressing you, her hands trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves, her lip caught in concentration.
Taking hold of her shaking hands, you meet her gaze briefly. “Elphie, you’re trembling. Just take a deep breath.”
“I’m just nervous,” she admits, avoiding your eyes as if ashamed of her vulnerability.
“Just breathe for me,” you urge gently, inhaling deeply through your nose and exhaling slowly through your mouth, guiding her to follow suit. “Take it one step at a time, okay?”
She nods, her breathing beginning to steady as she leans down, pressing soft, tentative kisses along your exposed skin. Each kiss sends delightful shivers racing through you, causing your breath to catch and your back to arch instinctively. You weave your fingers into her hair, feeling a warm smile spread across your face. “I’ll go slow.”
“Good girl,” you praise softly, warmth flooding through her at your words.
As she kisses down your chest, her lips leave a steamy trail, each touch igniting more confidence in her as she explores your body. Her hands grow bolder, slipping up your sides, her nails teasing along the fabric of your bra. She hesitates, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze, her voice a whisper filled with trepidation. “Can I take this off?” she asks, her request hanging in the air like a haunting melody, as if undressing you were a sacred act.
You chuckle softly, a warm smile playing on your lips as you take in her innocent charm that occasionally emerges. “Of course you can.”
With delicate care, Elphaba unclasps your bra, her breath hitching in her throat at the revelation before her. “You're perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
A rush of heat fills your cheeks, the unfamiliar sensation of being exposed and vulnerable thrumming through your body beneath her gaze. You lick your lips, rubbing her sides in a soothing gesture, hoping to calm both your racing hearts.
As her eyes widen, taking in the sight of your chest, her hands instinctively move to explore, gently squeezing and tracing her thumbs over the peaks that stand at attention. “I feel so lucky,” she whimpers, the words tumbling out in a breathy, almost desperate tone. “And so incredibly turned on right now.” The confession causes a giggle to escape your lips, a playful sound that dances between you.
“Let’s get you out of something too, hm?” you suggest, tugging gently at her shirt as you sit up, eagerness dancing in your gaze. “I want to see you too.”
Elphaba raises her arms, her cheeks flushed with anticipation, eyes sparkling with both excitement and nervousness. Slowly, you pull the shirt over her head, tossing it aside as your breath catches in your throat. Your gaze trails over her striking green skin, a canvas dappled with dark freckles that resemble a constellation scattered across a starry night. Just above her waistband lies a beautiful trail of hair, a tendril of mystery that beckons for your attention.
Elphaba feels a rush of shyness under your intense stare, a mixture of self consciousness and exhilaration bubbling within her. She instinctively covers herself with her arms, her voice shy yet laced with curiosity. “Do you like what you see?” she asks.
You nod, captivated, and your gaze lingers as you gently pull her hands away from her body, eager to take her in more fully. “Don’t hide yourself,” you urge softly.
She shifts under your intense scrutiny, a hint of nervousness flickering in her eyes. “You’re staring, and it’s making me feel even wetter,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with anticipation.
“That’s not a bad thing, Elphie.” You chuckle softly, playfully flicking away the strands of hair that had fallen over her shoulder, allowing them to shimmer in the light. “It just means you’re enjoying yourself.”
Elphaba nods softly, her eyes shimmering with a mix of anticipation and desire. “Make me feel good, please,” she whispers, her voice laced with urgency. “Please, touch me.”
You carefully unclasped her bra, your gaze locked onto hers, searching for any hint of hesitation. She squirmed slightly, a mix of shyness and excitement evident in her expression. Yet, you wanted to confirm that she was comfortable with where this moment was headed. “Anything for you, pretty girl,” you murmured softly, wanting to reassure her that her feelings mattered above all else.
As her bra slips from her shoulders, a soft gasp escapes her lips, and her breasts are exposed to the warm air. The delicate curves of her form are accentuated by the darker green hue of her nipples, which stand proudly, perfectly complementing the beauty of her figure. “Please,” she whispers, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and longing.
You nod in confirmation, leaning closer to her as your lips begin to explore her chest. You trail soft, lingering kisses along her collarbone, the warmth of your touch igniting sparks of anticipation. As you make your way down to the gentle curves of her body, her gasps and soft whines of excitement fill the air, wrapping around you like a melody that encourages you to venture deeper. It’s endearing how quickly she craves your intimacy; this all began with a playful tease about her being a 'virgin kisser,' and now her desire unfolds before you like a blossoming flower.
Her fingers weave through your hair, curling tightly into your locks, anchoring herself to you as your lips meet. You trail soft kisses along her skin, dipping lower to taste her, savoring the warmth and smoothness of her breasts. Your mouth grazes over her delicate curves, lingering gently before wrapping your lips around her nipple.
Elphaba’s emerald eyes meet yours, a spark of surprise and vulnerability dancing within them. You gaze into her expression, feeling a rush of shared emotion as she arches her back, her body curving gracefully toward you. With a soft, breathy moan, she presses her chest further into your mouth, surrendering to the newfound sensation. “Oh Gods, Y/N,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
You gently bite down on her nipple, your teeth grazing the delicate skin, sending a shiver through her. Meanwhile, your other hand glides upward, fingers kneading her other side with a slow, soothing rhythm. She releases a soft sigh, one that echoes with more intensity this time, hinting at the mix of pleasure and anticipation building within her. Was she aware the walls were thin in the dorm rooms?
The green witch, caught in a moment of unexpected desire, presses her hips against you, her legs encircling your waist as she remains nestled in your lap. Her fingers glide from your hair down to your shoulders, her nails grazing your bare skin with a teasing intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. With a soft whimper escaping her lips, she leans closer, her breath warm against your skin. “Wait—something’s happening,” she whispers, her voice tinged with urgency.
“Are you okay?” you ask, your voice edged with concern as panic twists in your stomach.
“I had a feeling I needed to pee,” she replies, her tone almost too nonchalant. In that moment, the realization washes over you, and you can’t help but connect the dots, a mixture of relief and amusement beginning to bubble beneath the surface.
“Elphie,” you chuckle softly, cupping her face gently in your hands. Your eyes lock onto hers, sparkling with a playful mischief. “You were just close to cumming, you weren't going to piss yourself.” Your voice trails off, leaving a lingering tension in the air, a teasing promise that hangs between you both.
“Cumming?”
“An orgasm? Come on, youve done biology and anatomy.”
“Oh.”
You giggle again and kiss her cheek. “You’re too cute, Artichoke. Just lie down for me, and I’ll help you out.” She shifts out of your lap and lays down, resting her head on the pillow as you sit between her legs. “I’m going to take these off. If it’s too fast, just say stop.”
She nods.
“Use your words, Elphie,” you encourage.
“I’ll say stop if it’s too much,” she replies.
You grasp the waistband of her trousers, your fingers trembling with anticipation as you begin to pull them down slowly. Elphaba responds by lifting her legs just a bit, making it easier for you to slide the fabric off her. As the trousers come down, you’re met with the sight of her legs, adorned with the same alluring, curly black hair that had caught your eye on her lower stomach. The sight makes your stomach flip, an intoxicating mix of desire and admiration washing over you. “My Oz, you’re beautiful,” you breathe, utterly captivated by her.
Elphaba’s legs quiver with anticipation, the cool air brushing against her skin. Her black lace panties, delicate and ornate, cling to her with a dampness that betrays her longing. “Please,” she whispers again, her voice a mixture of desperation and desire. “Touch me.”
“Just be patient,” you whisper softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her thighs. A smile dances on your lips as the soft strands of hair brush against your skin, sending a delightful shiver through you.
She writhes beneath your kisses, her thighs quivering with a mix of desire and eagerness as she opens them wider, inviting you in. “I said please,” Elphaba pleads, her voice a sultry whine that sends shivers down your spine. She clutches the bedsheets tightly, twisting them in her fingers, her breath quickening with each passing moment.
“So needy,” you tease playfully, your lips trailing softly along her thighs. Each kiss is an electrifying whisper, tantalizingly close to where she craves your touch, yet you deliberately hold back, heightening the tension between you. The warmth radiating from her skin invites you closer, but you linger in tantalizing anticipation, savoring the delightful tension in the air.
Elphaba bit her lip, a mixture of frustration and desire swirling within her. She struggled to maintain her composure, but a soft gasp escaped her lips, followed by an involuntary buck of her hips that betrayed her. With a whimper, she admitted, “I’m trying, but you’re teasing me far too much.” The tension in the air was palpable, each word laced with longing.
“I’m barely doing anything,” you say with a lighthearted giggle, playfully rolling your eyes as a mischievous grin spreads across your face. With a gentle tug, you pull down her underwear, a teasing spark in your eyes. “Happy now?”
She gasps as the cool air brushes against her damp pussy, the curly strands thick with a sheen of wetness. Nodding in response to your earlier question, she clenches around nothing, desire evident in her every movement. “Yes, yes,” Elphaba whispers, her eyes locking onto yours, a flicker of longing and fragile patience shining through.
“Are you still okay with this?” you inquire softly, but your words elicit a frustrated groan from her. With a playful urgency, she tangles her fingers in your hair, guiding you down to where she desires your attention. The gentle brush of her bush against your face is a tantalizing mixture of softness and wildness, reminiscent of the tickle of her leg hair that sends a shiver down your spine. You wrap your arms around her legs, anchoring yourself as you maneuver to find the perfect angle. As you lick a slow, deliberate strip through her hidden folds, the intoxicating blend of her unique taste and scent envelops you, making your head spin with desire. Each taste ignites your senses, leaving you yearning for more as your mouth waters with a hunger you'd never realized existed.
“Gods—” She gasps, her breath hitching as her head falls back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Your tongue explores her sensitive clit with expert precision, swirling around the delicate bundle of nerves in a teasing rhythm that makes the green witch moan in delight. Her fingers tighten around your hair, urging you closer, as a wave of pleasure washes over her.
You sink your nails into her soft thighs, applying gentle pressure to her clit while stealing a glance up at her through your lashes. Her head tilts back gracefully, revealing the delicate curve of her jaw, accentuating her beauty in this moment. She looks exquisite, vulnerable and open, laid bare before you, a canvas waiting for your touch to weave the complexities of desire and power into the air between you.
Elphie's toes curl in exquisite tension as she snugly wraps her thighs around your head, her pulse quickening with each breath. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, creating an intoxicating rhythm that underscores the intensity of the moment. The warmth of her skin radiates around you, and the faint scent of her exhilaration hangs in the air, amplifying the electric connection between you.
You draw your tongue away from your clit, tracing a tantalizing path towards her entrance, provoking another soft moan to escape her lips. “Does it always feel this good?” Elphaba breathes out, her voice rich with anticipation as she gazes down at you. Her fingers weave through your hair, a mix of curiosity and yearning, as if she is unsure how to express the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her.
You hum softly against her thigh, the deep vibrations sending shivers coursing through her body. The unexpected sensation triggers a surge of response, causing her to arch and buck her hips instinctively. “Dear Oz—” she gasps, her breath hitching in surprise and pleasure.
You dipping your tongue into her entrance, the warmth of her skin radiating against your mouth. Curving your tongue slightly, you gently tease the sensitive area before shifting, nudging her clit with the tip of your nose, the intimate contact sending a thrill through both of you.
“Y/N!” the green-skinned woman cried out, her voice filled with urgency as she writhed beneath you. Her vibrant skin glistened under the light, accentuating every curve as you continued your movements, the tension between you palpable in the air.
You pull away just a fraction, causing a soft whine to escape the witch’s lips, but it is soon replaced by a delicate whimper as you slide your finger deep inside her. “I told you to be patient; it’ll all work out for you, Elphie,” you tease, a playful chuckle escaping your throat. With a slow, deliberate motion, you curl your finger, feeling her respond to the intimate pressure, and bring your lips back to her sensitive nub, savoring the taste of her longing.
She took your finger surprisingly well, her warmth enveloping you. The slickness coating your face and hand created a vivid contrast, allowing you to effortlessly slip another finger inside her. The sensation was both thrilling and intense, each movement heightened by the overwhelming mixture that surrounded you.
“Just let go for me, Elphie,” you murmur softly against her sensitive nub, your breath warm against her skin. A mix of pleasure and discomfort spills from her lips in a small whimper, sending a shiver through her body that dances between the edge of ecstasy and pain.
Elphaba continued to moan softly, the delicate sound mingling with the warmth of the pleasure you were offering her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she nodded to your soothing words, each gentle movement a testament to her effort to release the tension she held within. A faint blush colored her cheeks, and the tension in her shoulders began to ease, as though your presence was a balm to her spirit.
Her hips arched up, responding to your every movement, and the sensation of her walls tightening around your fingers sent electric pulses of desire through both of you. The rhythm quickened as you intensified your efforts, feeling her nearing the edge, the warm tremors of her excitement building to a fever pitch.
Your tongue danced fervently against her clit, tracing delicate patterns as your lips enveloped her with an insistent, teasing pressure, pulling and savoring every moment.
Your fingers gradually sank deeper, exploring with a delicate precision until they discovered that elusive spongey spot that made her eyes roll back in blissful surrender.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Elphaba exclaimed, her voice sharp and piercing through the air. It was a rare moment for her to swear, and when she did, it felt like a sudden jolt, sending a shiver through your entire being. The intensity of her frustration hung heavily in the atmosphere, making your stomach twist.
"You close, beautiful girl?" you inquire softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you find yourself nestled between her thighs. The tension in the air thickens as she gazes down at you, her eyes sparkling with uncertainty. A small nod escapes her lips, but the struggle to articulate her thoughts is evident. "Can you hold it?" you ask, searching her face for reassurance. This time, she shakes her head gently, a hint of vulnerability washing over her features.
Her thighs began to quiver with anticipation, each tremor accentuating the depth of her pleasure. The soft, fervent sounds of her moans filled the space, rising in intensity, a melodic expression of her longing. “Okay, just let go when you’re ready,” she urged gently, offering her the freedom to surrender. And in that moment, she did, releasing herself to the wave of ecstasy that washed over her.
Her back arched off the bed, the muscles in her body straining with the intensity of the moment. Fingers tangled fiercely in your hair, pulling tightly enough to elicit a wince of pain. Her thighs gripped your head, holding you firmly in place, as a sudden wave of warmth splashed across your face, the sensation both shocking and electrifying.
The air was thick with an intoxicating mix of desire and urgency, heightening every pulse of the encounter. She came on command, and the sheer force of her response sent tremors through her entire body, every muscle quivering from the orgasm.
Your fingers gradually slowed down with a deliberate tenderness that extended her ecstasy and let her savor a high she had never experienced before. “Y/N, it's too much! Too much,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure as she squirmed beneath your touch, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her body.
You slowly withdrew your fingers, feeling the warmth of her softness as you slid them out. A fresh wave of liquid escaped her, a testament to the intensity of the moment, glistening as it trickled down, leaving an imprint of the connection you both shared.
"Good girl, it's all right. You did so wonderfully for me," you whispered softly, your voice warm with reassurance. Gently, you wiped her trembling, soaked fingers on your thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin against you. As you kissed your way up her body, each tender caress spoke a language of affection and care, igniting a connection that enveloped you both in a soft, intimate cocoon.
Her emerald skin glistened with beads of sweat, each droplet catching the light like tiny jewels. The salty tang of her skin danced on your lips, awakening your senses and drawing you closer, as the warm humidity wrapped around you both like an embrace.
As you leaned in closer to her lips, you noticed her eyes were already softly closed, framed by long lashes that fluttered gently with each steady breath she took. Her body was relaxed, almost fluid, as if she had surrendered entirely to the moment. “Elphie?” you ask, your voice laced with concern, furrowing your brows in anticipation.
You carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from her face, your fingers grazing her skin softly. With a gentle sigh, you murmur, “Silly witch,” a fond smile creeping onto your lips. You chuckle quietly, your heart swelling with affection as you lift her delicate, exhausted body into your arms. Her warmth envelops you like a cozy blanket as you carry her toward the bathroom, the promise of soothing water and tender care awaiting.
“You did so well for me, Artichoke,” you whisper softly, your voice filled with admiration as a sense of pride washes over you, cherishing the intimacy of this moment.
Natasha was tending to her garden in the front yard while you remained inside the house. Your owner had always been cautious about letting you outside without a leash because you had a tendency to dart off at the sight of a squirrel or a friendly neighbor. After an hour or so of waiting, you grew restless, scratching at the door and howling softly to get her attention.
“Please be quiet, Puppy!” she called out gently but with a hint of exhaustion, wiping her soil-stained hands on her overalls as she approached the front door, where your whines were muffled behind. “I really can’t let you out right now.”
As she opened the door, your reaction time was a bit slow, and the wooden door accidentally plonked your head, causing you to let out a soft whimper. You looked up at her with wide eyes, furrowing your brows and pinning your ears back. “Owch,” you mumbled, rubbing your head and scooting back slightly.
“I keep telling you to move away from the doors, Puppy!” she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and concern. With a sigh, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Why don’t you go look out the window and take a break from whining? It’s all you’ve been doing for the past hour.” Her tone was weary, hinting at the stress that had been building up inside her.
Natasha had been feeling down for a while; her gardening wasn’t going as well as she had hoped, and it was wearing on her. The door bumping you on the head seemed to had made that frustration overflow slightly.
She pointed toward the living room, her expression firm but not unkind. “Go in there and get out of the way.” After that, she turned and walked further into the house, slamming a door behind her which made you flinch.
“Mama,” you whispered, biting your lip to hold back tears. You never handled being scolded well; loud noises made you anxious, and it hurt to see your owner upset. “Mama,” you called again, trying to think of a way to lighten her mood.
With a wagging tail and determination, you crawled into the living room and headed for your toy box. You knew that when you brought her a toy, it always brought a smile to her face, especially when she needed it the most.
After a little searching, you found the perfect squeaky ball with mix of red and green. Tail wagging with excitement, you made your way toward the sound of running water that gave you a hint of where she might be. The bathroom! You breathed heavily as you crawled faster, nudging the door open with your nose.
“Mama?” you called out softly, the ball still in your mouth and drool running down your chin.
There she was, relaxing in the bathtub with bubbles surrounding her, but even as she seemed at ease, you could see her brows were knitted together. You crawled closer and sat down on the mat next to the tub, resting your chin on the edge. “Mama, I’m sorry,” you tried to say, your voice filled with remorse.
When she opened her eyes and raised a brow, you felt a mix of hope and apprehension. “Mhm.”
Feeling playful but eager to cheer her up, you gently dropped the drool-covered ball into the tub, creating a little splash that caught her off guard. Another sigh escaped her lips, both long and soft. “Thanks for that, Puppy,” she said, her tone light but still unimpressed.
Not quite grasping the subtle cues, you let out a small yip and licked the water from her cheeks, your tail wagging with earnest enthusiasm. “Do you forgive me? I promise I won’t be in the way again!”
With both eyes now fully open, she sat up slightly and reached out to scratch that special spot behind your ear. “Yes, I forgive you,” she said with a hint of a smile. “Now leave Mama alone, she needs some peace and quiet.”
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AUTHORS NOTE:
i hope you enjoy thissss :3 i know it wasn’t originally a request and i did change some things up but oh wellllll-
but i’m a dog. i’m a puppy. woof :3 i wanna be a puppy so badly.
give me a cage, toys, a collar, a water and food bowl and a tail. thank you!
tw: suggestive themes (use of little one and good girl)
Wanda had told you to wrap up warm. Wear a coat she said. Put on your gloves and hat before you leave she said. But of course you didn’t listen. You never did. So it led to the consequences of you laying on the couch, stuffy and miserable, while Wanda wrapped you in her arms and kissed your head sympathetically.
“I told you to wear a coat, love-bug” She whispered, brushing your hair out your face as it stuck to your sweaty forehead and flushed skin. Wanda felt bad and wanted to make you feel better in a flick of a wrist, but she knew you had to learn the consequences of not listening to Mommy.
You let out a grumble in response, the back of your throat coated with a disgusting layer of phlegm which you failed to cough up, even with the help of Wanda’s back rubs. “Are you going to listen to Mommy next time?” Wanda tilted her head to get a perfect angle of your face, reaching down to rub your tummy.
“Maybe” You mumbled, furrowing your brows as you look over at the TV that was playing a show series you had asked Wanda to put on for you. You never liked proving Wanda right, giving her the feeling of satisfaction as that stupid smirk grew on her face.
“Maybe?” Your Mommy echoed back, reaching one of her hands up and tilting your head up in her direction causing your eyes to meet. “You’re not going to listen to Mommy?”
She had that tone. THAT tone. The one that challenged you to go against her, dared you to think you knew best. It made your spine shiver and goosebumps litter your skin, or maybe that was just your cold taking more of an effect on your body?
“Little one?” Wanda said, running her thumb over your jawline as she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. You were ill, she would take pity on you right? “You know better than to not listen to Mommy.”
You strunk into your skin, averting your eyes as more beads of sweat formed on your forehead. Was your cold getting worse or was it just the intense gaze from your Mommy? You were too distracted and in your own thoughts to notice Wanda’s hand that rubbed your tummy was travelling south, slipping under your fleece pyjama pants as the tips of her fingers ran across the little bow on the waistband of your panties.
“You’ve gone all quiet, it wasnt long ago you were complaining about me not giving you cuddles. Why is my little one so shy now?” She teased, a smirk threatening to show on her lips but she knew better, she had to hold back. For now.
You let out a whine, a pathetic and slightly croaky whine that you didnt realise had slipped past your lips until it was too late. “Mommy”
“Now now, Little one…” she whispered, the fingers that traced your jawline made their way to your lips. “Be a good girl and suck on Mommy’s fingers while she reminds you that she knows best.” and with that, the other hand that had played with the bow on your panties was suddenly glistening with your wetness.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
i would like to apologise if this is BAD cause i haven’t written fanfic in literal yearsss! i use to write so many smut stories on wattpad before my post got taken down :( ANYWAYS enjoy my first oneshot?? backshot.
The alarm clock on the bedside table taunted you as the red glowing numbers stared back, it was just past midnight and the moon was casting a soft glow into the bedroom through the halfheartedly closed curtains that Wanda had shut a few hours prior. Crickets and cicadas filled the night’s silence as you laid there in bed with your eyes on the ceiling.
You had been struggling to sleep for a few nights now, your mind still whirring and breaking down the day as your girlfriend slept peacefully and unbothered next to you. Her beautiful waves spread across the pillow below her head as her lashes twitched while she dreamt. You let out a huff of exhaustion and annoyance as you shifted in bed again, tossing and turning, flipping your pillow and even counting sheep.
Wanda felt you fidget next to her, the bed shaking slightly. She rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow, her hair messy and eyes heavy with sleep.
“Sweetie, why aren't you asleep?” She whispered, her voice laced with concern and tiredness.
“Can’t sleep.” You whispered, sitting up and crawling to the top of the bed with a pout. “Nothing is working.”
She brushes a strand of hair out of your face, her hand gently caressing your cheek. “Hm, I can see that.” She glances at the clock on the nightstand and sees that it's well past midnight. She sighs again and fully sits up now. “Have you been trying to sleep at all or just been lying here for hours?”
“Have tried.” It was a half lie, you tried for a few hours but then eventually gave up as sleep didn’t consume you. Wanda didn't buy your answer, she knew you were lying but didn't want to pry. She reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, the room now illuminated in a soft yellow glow. ”Is there something I can do to help?”
“I dont know, i’ve counted sheep and sung the lullaby you always sing to me and none of them are working anymore.” Annoyance and frustration started to lace your words, your eyes drying out due to the lack of sleep. Wanda could hear the irritation in your voice and the mention of the lullaby made her smil w though, she would always sing you a lullaby in Sokovian, one her mother use to sing to her.
However, a thought popped into her head. You two had only acted upon this idea a few times and each time it worked a dream, maybe she should try it now? “Maybe,” She started, playing with your hair as she looked down at you. “Maybe you need something else to calm you down. Something more comforting.”
You furrow your brows in confusion causing Wanda to chuckle at your obliviousness, “Nursing, Baby. You wanna have some of Mommy’s milk?” Her tone was gentle and delicate, she was slightly hesitant with her words but tried to stay confident.
“Oh!” You gasp as your cheeks flush pink under the soft yellow glow from the lamp, you glance away and fall silent. “Dont be shy, little one.” Wanda replies, a loving and motherly smile forming on her lips at your sudden shyness. Your girlfriend sits up more, pushing you forward slightly to give her room to pull down the straps of her nightgown to reveal her bare chest. Her nipples were already perked up and rosy, her breasts looking full and beautiful as always, your eyes almost instantly glue to them. Like a Magpie to shiny objects.
“Be a good girl and latch on, hm? You know you enjoy it and we both know it’ll help you doze off.” Wanda lays back against the headboard of the bed, pulling back against her chest and cradling your head like she would a baby. “Shhh, good girl.”
You open your mouth and latch onto her nipple causing a shiver to go down Wanda’s spine. Your warm, wet mouth wrapping around her hard nipple made her feel both turned on and warm. “There you go, just like that.” She cooed, rocking you softly before turning off the lamp next to the bed.
The bedroom fell dark once more, the moon casting light through the slightly parted curtains as the warm flow of milk filled your mouth and settled in your stomach. It was sweet and velvety, it had been awhile since Wanda had breastfed you and you never realised how much you missed it or needed it. With each gulp and soft whimper that escaped your lips, your eyes fluttered shut.
Wanda was right. She was always right. You just needed Mommy.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
90% sure i want to be breastfed or just suck on an older woman’s breasts… and i think thats all i have to say :)Enjoy!
It was the middle of the night, and after a long, exhausting shift in the hospital, you finally settled down in bed with a book in hand and a warm cup of beautifully brewed British tea resting on the bedside table. Late-night shifts had taken a toll on you, and the taking care of patients and stress of the day left you craving a moment of peace. You were grateful to finally let your muscles relax, allowing yourself a well-deserved escape before facing another challenging shift tomorrow.
The curtains were drawn, and the soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light across the room, just bright enough for you to read the words on the pages of the book lying on your stomach. The gentle ticking of the clock tried to lull you to sleep, your eyelids growing heavy as you fought to finish the chapter. Just as you began to drift off, a sudden, loud banging at your door jolted you awake.
“Please be awake.” A weak, familiar voice called from the other side, accompanied by frantic knocking. Your heart raced as you recognised the urgency in her tone.
“I'm coming!” you shouted, annoyance mixing with concern as you threw the duvet off and rushed to the door, quickly grabbing your dressing robe. “Quit banging!”
When you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat. There stood Peggy, her usually vibrant brunette hair was tangled and matted with beads of sweat forming on her skin. She gripped her side tightly, blood seeping through her fingers, leaving you with an overwhelming sense of dread.
“Peggy?” you gasped, rushing forward to steady her as you wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “What happened?” It was almost embarrassing how quickly you recognised her, her expensive English perfume and accent betraying her even in this state.
“I fell,” she murmured, collapsing onto your couch with a wince, fatigue and pain etched across her face.
“You have to go to a hospital!” you urged desperately, your heart racing as you moved to close the door behind you before you returned to her side.
“No! No hospital,” she pleaded, tilting her head back with a whimper, applying pressure to her wound. “I have people after me. I can't go there.”
“So you came here?” you exclaimed, disbelief mingling with worry. Her condition was serious, yet here she was, making it even more complicated. You could feel a wave of frustration, but also the strong desire to protect her. “You’re better off at the hospital!”
“I said no hospital!” Peggy insisted, her voice shaky yet firm, meeting your gaze with that same intensity that always seemed to make your heart race. Even in this vulnerable state, she held a powerful presence that both intimidated and drew you in.
“Fine!” you nodded, accepting her wishes even though every instinct screamed against it. Kneeling beside her, you gently checked her pulse, your brow furrowing in concern. “Your heart rate is high but steady.” As you reached for your medical bag, you struggled to hide your worry. “What happened, really?”
As you lifted her shirt and carefully examined the wound, you hissed quietly. “I was trying to get someone,” she explained, a pained whimper escaping her lips as you began to clean away the blood. “I fell through some railing and landed on some steel bars.”
“I thought I told you to be more careful during your missions,” you chided gently, feeling a mix of frustration and protectiveness. You often felt like her mother, but it never got easier when she showed up injured, needing your help in such serious circumstances.
“I don’t need mothering,” she replied with a tired sigh, shifting slightly as you skillfully began to stitch her up.
“Then stop being restless and annoying, then I wouldn’t have to be. A kiss and a bandaid won’t always work!” You spat back, accidentally pulling the needle a little too tightly which caused Peggy, for the hundredth time today, to yelp. “Sorry.”
As you continued to tend to her, the room fell silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the sound of Peggy’s laboured breathing. “There we go,” you finally murmured, standing to dispose of the waste before returning to her with a bowl of water and a cloth.
“Thank you,” Peggy whispered, her voice softer now as you gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. “I appreciate you, even when I don’t say it. Truly.”
“I know, Pegs,” you replied with a warm smile, placing the bowl and cloth beside you. “I don’t mind you going on your missions, but it would mean alot to me if you came home safe.”
You reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face and allowing yourself a moment to admire her beauty. Her stunning brown eyes sparkled even in pain, and the natural wave of her hair framed her face perfectly. Even in this dim light, she radiated an almost otherworldly beauty. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again, her voice barely above a murmur.
“Just be more careful next time,” you urged gently, maintaining eye contact, hoping she could see how much you truly care.
“You know I can’t promise that, my dear,” Peggy responded, a gentle chuckle escaping her lips, though it carried a trace of tiredsome.
“I understand, but I want you to try,” you said, offering her a warm smile as you rose to your feet. Clearing your throat, you added, “I’ll grab a pair of pyjamas for you. You’re staying in my bed tonight, i’m not letting you leaving my sight right now.”
As you turned to walk away, a weak hand wrapped around your wrist, causing you to pause and look back at the brunette. “Maybe… a kiss and a bandaid could help me feel better?” she suggested softly, vulnerability shining in her eyes.
With a sigh laced with affection, you rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down to her level. You cradled her face in your hands, your heart swelling as you pressed your lips against hers. The kiss was delicate and tender, her warm, rouge lips sending a rush of comfort through you. It had been too long since you’d shared a moment like this, especially with Peggy’s busy life often keeping her away. Finally having her here, sharing this intimate exchange, made all the waiting feel truly worthwhile.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
ik this isnt a gross!natasha one 😔 and i know its short but i went to a world war two show today and i had the urge to write summit for peggy… plus i swear this woman gets more hate than she deserves!!
SORRY FOR NOT WRITING FOR AWHILE ASWELL!! A FOOT INJURY AND WRITERS BLOCK EATS ME OUT EVERYDAY 😨
welcome to my page! my name is tarot, i’m 19, i dont post on here anymore but my fanfics will always be up so you guys can just read them whenever!
send me an ask ig?? i’ll reply soon
thank you for being interested…
MASTERLIST
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WANDA MAXIMOFF
UNFORGETTABLE HEARTBEAT:
human!wanda x vampire!reader: smut, fingering, toxic!wanda, bottom!reader, blood, degrading, praising, vampire feeding, slapping, semi-public, finger sucking, mild roughness, toxic past lovers to mild enemies , power dynamic, it kind of has a plot?, reader is a vampire, wanda is a toxic cun-
UNDER THE WEATHER:
mommy!wanda x sick!reader: suggestive themes
SLEEPLESS MILK:
mommy!wanda x sleepless!reader: breastfeeding, praises, mommy kink?
DUMB MUTT
owner!wanda x fem!hybrid!puppy!reader: collar and leash, slapping, degrading, praises, hair pulling, boot/heel riding, no orgasms
NATASHA ROMANOFF
YELLOW GATORADE OR…
gross!gamer!natasha x fem!reader: piss, forced/accidental piss drinking, natasha being DISGUSTING, daddy!natasha?
COCK AND ROACHES(get it?)
gross!gamer!g!pnatasha x fem!reader: natasha being gross AGAIN, natasha having a dick, blowjob, cum swallowing, dirty talk and did i mention natasha is GROSS! i think thats all? (Request)
SILLY PUPPY
owner!natasha x hybrid!puppy!fem!reader: tw:none really? (Request)
ELPHABA THROPP
UNTAINTED LIPS
elphaba thropp x fem!reader: inexperienced!elphaba thropp, smut, loss of virginity, nipple sucking/pinching, hair pulling, begging, swearing, sloppy kisses, fingering (e receiving), oral (e receiving), praises, very very very mild degradation, elphaba has body hair cause its hot, reader being a little manipulative. i think that’s it?
