Hi again~♡ Since valentines is just around the corner... Could you do Freja first date HC's (with fem reader)?
Freja First Date HCs
A/N: OK HOMIE I GOTCHU (Post-Fall Overwatch)
I'll be real if we're talking post OW fall Freja, her first date was most like coping sex that she didn't expect to go anywhere
When she realizes she actually wants the chance at something real with you, that's where the hard parts begin.
First date Freja? Oh boy, messily suave on the outside and trying a little hard to try and be normal again.
But her first date is a skate park.
Freja is not a woman of class and she's not about to pretend that she is. She's rough around the edges and she knows she can't hide it.
If you don't how to skate, Freja is willing to teach. If you already know how to skate bonus points. Freja's hitting ollies and showing off tricks of increasing intensity
(She definitely uses her cape to allow her to do more than the average skater.)
Middle of the night skate park under the stars, energy drinks, and glow sticks.
You know that meme "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go apeshit?" Freja uses letting loose as an opportunity to do some crazy stuff with you and measure how rough you're willing to tag along with.
Speak of tagging, Freja brought some spray cans to tag pieces of the skate park. You both manage to leave your mark on the skate park in bright shades of hot pinks and neon blues.
When your shenanigans settle down, Freja takes your hand and sits along the edge of one of the ramps to look at the stars.
She wants to kiss you, but she's nervous for the first time in a while. Doing this means more than the skin she's touched with you; this opens the door to more. You catch her hesitation and pull her in by the loops of her worn band hoodie.
Freja is stiff, before she melts under your touch and encircles you in her arms, hoping to do more than just chase the chill of the night away.
You pull away laughing and Freja can't help but join in, twining a hand with yours on her thigh.
"So... your place or mine?"
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May I pretty please, with a cherry on top- Get Vendetta x Reader NSFW Alphabet😩
This Italian lady REALLY does smth to me... I think I just like powerful women, ngl..but thank you for the Freja alphabet🥹 it cured me
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VENDETTA NSFW alphabet
A/N: Oh Absolutely down to do this I love Vendetta and she is definitely going to be a challenge for me to write since I feel like we haven't seen all of her dimensions yet.
A/N: RAAAAAH THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MY BABY VENDETTA. @retributionsgirl you get an honorable mention because I love your Vendetta work so far!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I feel a lot of the time Marzia gets very contemplative after sex. She likes to bask in the moment having her lover curled in between her arms or beside her. She'll hold you close, smell you, run a firm hand through your hair, trace patterns across your skin to remind herself that you're here and that you're real, but give her a moment to absorb the luxury of intimacy she was seldom afforded in her years as a gladiator. Marzia always has a pitcher of water on standby in her bedroom so water is always available, but you can catch her sitting at the edge of the bed watching the moon from the window quietly. When things settle down Marzia actually loves giving and receiving massages and has a really nice smelling cinnamon massage oil on the nightstand.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
She loves her own hips and arms. They're a pride and joy, badges of strength that she can use to do so much more than fight, but to also keep you close against her in bed. On you? You mouth. It might sound strange, but Marzia loves kissing you breathless during that act and hearing your sounds against her mouth or seeing your mouth agape as you're lost to the throes of pleasure. Though the neck is a very close favorite for her too, she likes to still be able to smell that perfume or soap you always like to use.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
She's a gladiator, always down to get messy this should come to the surprise of nobody and making you a mess by feeling you and tasting you makes her even more proud of considering your company a prize to be won.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Marzia will sometimes BE Vendetta in the bedroom, and by that, I mean she loves wearing armor in the bedroom and having a large mirror to see herself handle you in armor. It really gets herself going seeing the difference and also seeing herself as the provider and protecter in the different way sparks a whole other level of arousal.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Some experience though not a lot, and having lovers was a low priority on Marzia's list the moment her father passed. Vengeful rage became all-consuming of any other priority.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary or mating press. Loves being able to maneuver your limbs and get in very close while delivering some precise pressure between your legs. If she's receiving, Cowgirl and nothing else, she loves to be on top and able to see you. Also, the whole thing about her loving kissing also contributes heavily to this. Though another position she loves is having you on your stomach and laying directly on top, mouth drifting between your ear and neck delivering bites and sweet nothings as a hand entangles with one of your free ones on the sheets and the others slides from the front to settle between your legs.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
ONCE IN A BLUE MOON I think Marzia might crack a joke, but most of the time no. Really not her thing. Though the first few times Marzia tried to have her way with you with her armor on, you both broke out into a couple laughing fits between kisses and touches.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
LISTEN I NORMALLY LEAVE THIS UP TO THE READER BUT LET ME HAVE THIS.
VENDETTA HAS A HAPPY TRAIL
MIC DROPPED.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very romantic. Vendetta strangely enough does not stay an all powerful ruler in the bedroom. She prefers it that way as well. She needs a reminder of who she is outside of being an empress of Talon, a leader of gladiators, a woman only seen for the shadow of her father she stood in for so many years. She wants to be soft, though her protective nature shows in bed. lacing fingers together, watching your reactions, praising you, feeling your kisses across her body. In that moment she is Marzia, a woman who loves as fiercely as she fights.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If you're not around for a while she's not above it, sometimes the urge really hits her, and she can't help but reach a hand between her own legs and groan into the nearest pillow on how she wants you to come back to her.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Blindfolds on rare occasion. Dressing up clearly, I mean look at the armor thing? Giving praise not really so much on receiving it, your actions speak your praise enough with every plea of her name on your lips.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Her bedroom or MAYBE an armor, but her bedroom on HER bed on HER velvet sheets THAT SHE ABSOLUTELY COLOR COORDINATED PLEASE BE PROUD OF HER.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Hearing her name, seeing your body darken with a flustered flush, feeling your muscles twitch beneath her fingers.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Bondage (WOW MAGE??? HAVING NO BONDAGE FOR ONCE??? YEAH, IK, RIGHT?) Marzia wants to feel your hands against her, in her hair, across her body, but also don't tie her up making her feel helpless is NOT a good feeling for her.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Enjoys receiving a lot and saying things to make you whine between her legs. Wants you to sit on her face so bad it makes her look stupid. What? I don't make the rules.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual but loves to occasionally ramp up to quick and rough enough to shake the bed. Good thing you two don't have neighbors.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If you're about to make love with Marzia, there is no quickie. You're staying in that bedroom for a WHILE. Marzia does not take intimacy lightly.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Nope. You two can discuss it, but Marzia is admittedly stubborn about leaving her comfort zone in the bedroom.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
A while, treat this like a workout on some nights depending on the mood and get ready for some icy hot.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Vendetta has a strap. Enough said. You think i wasn't going to mention it the moment I mentioned she loved to put you in a mating press? Legs up babes you're not walking tomorrow.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not often, but if she's feeling just a little silly she might tease to watch you twitch and squirm a little.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She's loud, but not so much on the receiving end, but loves speaking your praise. Good luck trying to get Vendetta to shut up in bed but also who would want her too? She has a very good smooth timbre voice. It hits a whole other way when she whispers lowly in your ear, her voice taking on a husk that makes you melt.
W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)
Marzia is not great with the cold, but loves to have the window open/ AC running so that feeling pressed against you feels better and bonus points if you suck with the cold too since she'll insist on "warming you up"
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Happy trail and muscle cut from stone.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high, but Marzia gets home exhausted and sees you she just wants to pull you into the bedroom and kiss you breathless and make love.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Snoozes pretty fast but likes to have some pillow talk with you laying her chest or lap as she reads a book. Once she gets sleepy though she'll pinch the candles out and rest an arm over you, keeping you close, maybe deliver a small smooch to your forehead before laying back and knocking out.
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Can I pretty please get some WLW NSFW alphabet for Vendetta/Reader, Freja/Reader, and Widow/Reader?
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FREJA NSFW ALPHABET
A/N: FREJA KISSERS UNITE!!!!! Make sure to have these separately requested so I can post separately! Also, holy shit listening to the acoustic version of My Immortal puts me in such a Freja writing mood. On god fr girlie I love majority of the ladies of OW.
NSFW Below the cut!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I'll be real I'm writing current Freja rather than pre-fall OW Freja (unless req'd) so this Freja initially after sex she's a little distant which hurts and she wants touch so badly, but she's scared of attachment. However, later down the line she is quietly possessive. Quietly in the night when things have calmed down, she pulls you close and doesn't let you see the tears in the eyes at the fear of losing you like she's lost so much in her career. You know better than to ask and decide instead to hold her tightly in return.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Freja likes her own hair, she loves feeling your hands in it, tugging and sifting through her strands. On you she loves many things, but especially the wrist, Freja enjoys having a quiet control. She's not quite and domineering and many would assume of her, but it's a softer way of establishing control without being mean about it. Also, the level of trust you have in her to let her tie you up both flatters and arouses her.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Not afraid to get down and dirty let's be real here she's a rescue specialist, she's seen people in some pretty gnarly situations. Some cum here and there doesn't bother her.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Not so much a dirty secret but something I REALLY want to emphasize with Freja is that she is so scared of doing something to hurt you. Freja really gives me those divorced Dad/ young cigarette mom vibes, she feels as though she has lost a lot of herself in the fall of Overwatch and question why someone like you would stay with someone like her. In terms of sex since that's what you hoes are here for (so am I) Freja loves when you get emotional during sex, it makes her feel something and reignites a small spark of her old self when she has you on the precipice of an orgasm and you cry her name among half choked praise.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Very. Though that was more of Freja's older days of being Overwatch's rescue coordinator, easy on the eyes for many people who admired her looks and her passion. Her state of mind in the initial fall of Overwatch has killed her libido, up until she met you. Sex now for her is more about making love (though let's be real Freja was so intimacy starved she jumped in bed with you the first opportunity you showed interest to help clear the demons in her head. Freja, hun, that was not the best way of dealing with it)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I wish I had more words to explain this one, but I hope you guys are getting the vision here.
EDIT TUMBLER MADE ME DELETE THIS ANSWER SO LEAVING IT UP TO READER INTERPRETATION FOR NOW.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) OK SO REAL ASNWER? Depends on the mood. If Freja is healing and recovering, I feel like she can be a little goofy and quite debonaire in the bedroom, but if she's still got that guilt-ridden feral wet cat vibe about her then she isn't goofy in bed at all. HOWEVER @portraitsofguilt and I agreed that in the best of times Freja would ABSOLUTELY break character by using your back as a hot wheel ramp for her cars while hitting it from behind.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Trimmed but still has hair, but this is really left up to reader's imagination.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
If you're pretty far into the relationship, very, but it borders on possessive depending on the mood.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I do not think her libido is very high in her current state, so not often, but isn't above it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bondage (she uses Bolas and loves the thrill of the hunt, need I say more?), Praise (please tell her how good she is doing she NEEDS it (also will return it because you are special to her), Might be down into roleplaying huntress and hunted.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom, the alley, and the forest. Secluded, but open the alley is for when she's feeling particularly unhinged. She loves your bedroom the best, but most of the times you'll be on her sleeping mat in whatever tent she decided to use on a job.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
The sounds you make and when you subconsciously start calling her name. The feeling of you needing her and only her really gets her gears going. if you drop the love bomb at the right time she'll melt and thoroughly ruin you (with love)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Degradation, slave/master, masochism, sadism, those REALLY aren't for her (get this woman a heated blanket and a chiroprator)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Loves giving it. Remember how I mentioned she loves your fingers in her hair? There we go. In terms of receiving, she enjoys being fingered a bit more, but doesn't mind oral.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depending on the mood she'll go fast and rough in secluded alleyways late in the night or if it's a loving moment she loves to go slow and sensual to work up to a hard limb quaking orgasm.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Rare, but they definitely do happen. Freja is an alley cat I stg.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Only during quickies. If she's making love don't expect her to really go outside the comfort zone.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Freja's got some gnarly stamina, she can go a while, she's also crazy good with calisthenics so endurance is her thing.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Doesn't really own any but is open to use them if you own any. Has a secret enjoyment of over stimming with a bullet vibrator while you're tied up.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not much but loves if she can get you to ask for it, but she's not cruel about it. If she's going slow, it's more to make the moment last longer more than anything else she wants to burn the memory of you in those moments into her mind best, she can.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not quiet, but she's not loud either, but she'll make some sounds. Very shaky sighs and low groans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Plays music by Cigarettes After Sex while having a cigarette after sex. Freja smokes the peace pipe. I don't make the rules.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I leave this to your pretty little imaginations.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Fluctuates, but low to medium. definitely not high.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It takes a while for her to fall asleep and refuses to fall asleep before you if she can help it. It brings her some peace to see you relax and subconsciously melt into her.
A/N: I NEED TO WRITE MORE FOR FREJA. I CAN SEE FOR HER I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT FREJA. I CAN'T GET THEM ALL OUT IN ONE NSFW POST.
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summary: Wanda kidnaps you and makes her hers, breaking your resolve and turning you into her perfect, mindless toy. All with the help of a simple fucking machine.
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"Wake up, sleepyhead."
A soft voice rouses you, the sound of soft rain pattering on the roof. You could smell fresh, wet dirt, and the air felt heavier, somehow. It never rained in Arizona, even in the spring.
Your eyes spring open, your mind rushing to catch up. You feel groggy, and your mouth is dry.
"Where am I?" You croak, trying to move your arms.
A soft chuckle sounds out from behind you, and you freeze, the fog in your mind starting to dissipate as you become more alert.
"You don't remember?" A woman steps in front of you, her hair dark red and curled beautifully. You would think she was rather stunning, but something in the back of your mind screams in distrust. "You were so sleepy on the drive up, darling. I'm surprised you didn't wake up once we got here. It did make positioning you much easier, though."
The woman smiles at that, her green eyes crinkling up. She is quite pretty. You think, in different circumstances, you might have worked up the courage to ask her out. Her hands reach your yours, grabbing them softly, and you finally look down.
"What the fu-"
"Ah ah," The woman reprimands, a sharp pain hitting your cheek. It takes you a moment to realize that she's slapped you. "We don't use that kind of language here."
Your hands are strapped down with thick leather bands to the arms of a chair. There's a puffy sort of leather on the arms, so your skin isn't digging into the wood. A small mercy, really. You assume your legs are in the same situation, since they don't move when you command them to.
"I- but," you give up on pulling against the restraints. It's obvious this woman knows what she's doing. "Did you… Do this?"
The woman fully smiles now, her teeth bright white and perfect. It's unnerving, just how perfect she is. A beautiful woman in front of you, speaking to you with that soft voice of hers, her thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. You could almost forget that she had just slapped you, or that all signs were pointing to her being a kidnapper.
"Of course I did, sweetheart," she murmurs, tilting her head. "You're mine, aren't you? But you don't fully know that, not yet, at least. But don't worry, soon you'll be mine completely, mind, body, and soul."
She speaks so poetically, it's hard for you to focus on the words that she's saying. There's a certain lilt to her words, like she grew up speaking another language, but you can't quite pinpoint what that language is.
"I'm, uh, yours?" You ask, brows furrowing as you start to remember more. You were walking, no, hiking on one of your favorite trails. You went there often… Ah, you suppose you are quite predictable. That's probably how this woman managed to kidnap you. The only thing you can remember is a sharp prick on your backside, and then waking up here.
"Wait," you shake your head. "Did you inject me with drugs in the ass? And where am I?"
It's so incredible to even say it out loud. But now that you're remembering more, you can still feel a slight soreness in your backside.
Wanda chuckles, standing from where she'd been kneeling in front of you. She begins speaking, even as she moves to the other side of the room with her back turned toward you. It looks like a normal room, with a small window on the wall to the right of you. There's a large table, and a chest of drawers underneath it. You can see some objects on the table, but get distracted by the woman's words.
"I did, darling. It is the easiest part of the body to aim for. Besides, I didn't want to risk hurting you by going for your arm."
She peeks over her shoulder at that, and you feel an urge to say something.
"Um, that's nice of you."
The woman smiles again, and you blink. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be trying to escape?
"Thank you, sweetheart. I put a lot of thought into this, you know. I wanted everything to be perfect for you. After all, I take care of what's mine."
"You never answered my other question."
The woman raises a single eyebrow at your tone, and you flush.
"We're somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, but I'm not going to tell you exactly where. Not yet, at least. I have a cabin out in the forest. It's very isolated here, but once we learn to trust each other, I can take you back to my main residence."
"So are you rich or something?" You blurt out, wishing you could just bite your tongue for once.
"Yes," the woman simply says, finally turning around. "You'll never want for anything ever again, dear. I'll take very good care of you."
You blanch as she turns, staring at the object in her hands, her words not registering fully.
The woman holds a dildo in her hands. It's dark red and moderately sized, with ribbed edges and a weird attachment at the base. It looks kind of like a screw.
"Um," you try, hoping to distract the woman as she begins to screw the dildo onto a small machine near your feet. "What's your name? I should probably know that, you know, if I'm gonna be yours and stuff."
"It's cute how much you ramble when you get nervous, darling," the woman murmurs, smiling up at you, one hand patting your bare knee reassuringly. "This won't hurt; in fact, it will be quite the opposite. I just want you to get all comfortable for me before I start the process. How does that sound?"
"The… process?"
"Of breaking your mind until you're mine." The woman smiles again, moving the machine under your chair. She fidgets with something, positioning the dildo, you suppose. Wait, how was she planning on… oh, fuck.
The tip of the dildo prods at you, resting right near your entrance.
"How, what?" You hadn't noticed your pants missing, but you do now. Luckily, the woman had let you keep your shirt on, but you doubted it would stay that way.
"Well, I designed this chair with a hole in the bottom," the woman says, her soft voice growing excited as she shows you a remote. "The machine can go forever, unless the generator stops, but it never has. This remote controls it, see?"
She flicks a switch, the ON button, you think. You tense, your eyes wide.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't be afraid," the woman drops to her knees in front of you, her eyes wide and imploring. "Look, I'll even lube it up for you. It's not even my biggest dildo, darling. Isn't that kind? I just want you to feel good, that's all I want. Eventually, you'll be able to take anything I give you, but I'm being gentle right now. For you, darling."
Her hand grabs a bottle of lube. You can hear soft squelching sounds, and you assume she's lubing the dildo up, but you flinch every time her fingers graze you.
"What's your name?" You whisper, a pleading sort of tone in your voice. You would be embarrassed, but you're too fucking scared to care.
"Wanda."
You take a shaky breath. "You don't have to do this, Wanda. You could let me go, I won't tell anyone, I promise, just please-"
"I love it when you beg, dear," Wanda interrupts, her voice still soft, but there's a hard edge to it. "But don't ever ask to leave again. I didn't put in all this work just for you to be ungrateful. Is that really how you say thank you to me?" Her green eyes glint up at you, her eyebrows raised and smile gone.
That expression scares you more than the dildo. You shake your head.
"I'm sorry, Wanda."
You don't know what else to say, but that seems to work for her, because that dazzling smile returns to her face. She stands, one hand holding the remote, her other gently touching your face. You're surprised at how warm her fingers are, and you resist the urge to lean into her touch. It's the only comforting thing about this whole situation. Honestly, why does she have to be so fucking nice?"
You see her fingers turn a dial on the remote, and you hear a quiet motor start.
It doesn't hurt. It doesn't even feel bad. In fact, it doesn't feel like much. The motor whirs softly, the tip of the dildo slowly pressing into you. It slides in easily, and you wait for it to fill you. It retreats, and you look up at Wanda in confusion.
The dildo returns, slowly sliding in again, the tip just barely sliding inside you before it retreats again. It's moving maddeningly slow; the thrusts are constant, but shallow. The lube makes it so you can barely feel the dildo; the girth of it just barely presses into you before it retreats again.
"See?" Wanda murmurs. "I told you it would feel good. I'll be back."
She doesn't offer any other explanation, whirling around and leaving the room. You swore her pupils were larger than before. There was something about the way she had looked at you that sent shivers down your spine. There was this possessive look in her eye, and it said that she would never let you go.
You don't really get much opportunity to reflect, though, your attention constantly being pulled back to the dildo thrusting shallowly up into you. It's driving you insane. The sun has shifted slightly, you can tell from the window, and the shadows are growing longer on the walls. You wish you knew how to tell time from the sun, but it had never seemed like an important skill before now.
There is lube smearing around your entrance. You're sure it's dripping onto the floor. But you're not sure if your arousal has also mixed in with it. You wouldn't be surprised, honestly. Your clit is throbbing. It's peeking out from under its hood, protruding slightly. You can feel the slightly cool air from the room hitting it, and you let out a soft whimper.
You want more, you realize. The thought should horrify you. It should disgust you. But it doesn't, in fact, you can't quite bring yourself to care. Not when this dildo is teasing you, stimulating you, and making you ache from need, but not giving you any satisfaction.
The door opens, and Wanda steps through, shutting it gently behind her. She's changed out of the dark clothing she was wearing before. Her pants are casual, and a tight shirt shows off her form.
"It's been a few hours. How are you feeling, darling?"
You wait for the fear to return. You wait for the revulsion, the innate urge to escape from your captor. But you feel none of that. All you feel is the burning need in your gut, and you feel something break away from your resolve.
"Please," you whisper. It comes out breathy, almost a whine, really. Wanda's eyes light up, her smile gentle as she moves to kneel in front of you again.
You meet her eyes fully, no hesitation left in you. God, she's gorgeous. You already knew this, but now you can fully appreciate it. You think you could learn to love her, maybe even be as obsessed with her as she is with you. But for right now, she's the only person who can satiate the need growing inside you.
"What do you need, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, her eyes searching yours, her hands stroking up your thighs slowly. She grabs your hips for a moment, biting her lip as she glances down to watch the dildo as it moves slowly in and out of you.
"Please turn it up, Wanda."
"Perfect," she whispers, and the approval warms something inside you. She turns the dial, and the dildo slides deeper. It still goes at the same slow, torturous pace, but now more than half the dildo slips inside you with each thrust.
You groan, feeling it stretch you in a deliciously wonderful way. You can't cum just from penetration, but goddamn it feels so good.
"Oh, thank you, Wanda," you breathe out, relaxing into the chair. Her hands run over your thighs once more, and you find yourself enjoying the sensation. You want her to touch you more. You want her hands all over, stimulating every part of you. You'd do anything to cum. Her fingers dig into your hips, and you let out a soft moan.
Then, Wanda pulls away, standing.
You look up at her in confusion.
"I have a special gift for you, would you like that?" Wanda asks.
You can't think straight, your brain dripping out between your legs. All you can manage is a weak nod, your body melting into the chair as pleasure warms your gut.
"When I ask you a question, you will respond verbally, do you understand?" Wanda's voice is velvety smooth and melodic, her words slipping between your ears and wrapping around your brain like a firm hand.
"Yes, Wanda," you murmur, looking up at her. You even manage a smile.
"Good," Wanda whispers, "Very good, so perfect for me."
Her hand strokes your face for a moment before she turns and walks to the table on the opposite side of you. You would be curious about what she's doing, but you're more focused on the dildo pumping into you. There is no friction, no resistance as it fucks you relentlessly. You can smell your own arousal, your own neediness permeating the air, but you can't bring yourself to care.
Wanda returns, a dark red piece of leather in her hands. She holds it reverently, the gold metal buckles clinking gently as she holds it up, and you realize it's a collar.
"See?" Wanda grins, showing you the tag. "It says Wanda's Good Toy on it, isn't it perfect?"
You nod. It is perfect. It's what you are, after all, isn't it? Allowing yourself to be fucked by her, to let your arousal cloud your judgement, all because of a simple dildo. You'd let her play with your body anytime she wants, as long as it always feels this fucking good.
Wanda smiles wider, kissing the top of your head as she steps closer, fastening the collar around your neck. You can smell her perfume now; she's never gotten this close to you before. You feel intensely grateful as she leans in, her vanilla scent only increasing the arousal thrumming through your veins.
"Doesn't it feel so good?" Wanda asks, the collar buckled into place. It fits snugly, not too tight, but not too loose. You can feel your brain going slightly fuzzy. It feels like a comfortable sort of weight has been placed on you, and you're not sure you want to escape.
"Yes, Wanda," you murmur, squirming in your restraints as Wanda turns the dial again. The dildo thrusts fully into you, the base of it pressing against you as you gasp. "It feels so good… I- thank you, thank you so much."
"Good," Wanda strokes your hair. "So good for me. Do you see how good I can make you feel? Don't you want this?"
You nod, your eyes unfocused as she turns the dial again, the thrusts increasing in speed. A louder whine slips past your lips as your words become frenzied and desperate. "Yes, I love it. Please… oh, fuck, I love it so much."
Wanda's hand connects with your cheek again, and you moan.
She freezes, and you look up. Her pupils are blown wide, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. It's not like the gentle smile she's been wearing. No, it's a smile of satisfaction, of pride, of love.
"Language," she whispers, before her lips crash into yours.
You moan into the kiss, letting her have her way with your mouth. Her tongue snakes into yours, firmly pressing against yours before she pulls away, her teeth biting into your lip and sucking. She thoroughly claims your mouth, the dildo working you up as she straddles your lap.
"You're perfect," she moans, her fingers digging into your hips as she grinds down on your thighs.
You can't respond in much more than moans. It's all so much. The dildo pumping into you, her fingers bruising your hips, trailing up your body, tugging at your collar. Her arousal smears on your thighs, her breathy gasps in your ear as she sucks hickeys into your neck. It's overwhelming, and all you can feel is Wanda.
"Cum," she commands, and your mind goes blank as white-hot pleasure consumes you. Your hands grip the ends of the chair arms, your fingernails digging into the wood as you convulse. Your clit is throbbing, pleasure shooting through you as the dildo continues to hit the deepest parts of you, not slowing even as you cum again.
Wanda is shaking on top of you, her breath warm on your cheek as she presses her forehead against yours. You think she's also had an orgasm, her moans echoing through your brain. One of her hands is shoved down her pants, and you can see the outline of her fingers rubbing furiously at her clit.
Your orgasm lasts for what seems like forever, the dildo unrelenting as it fucks into you. It fucks you through the aftershocks, sending you headfirst into yet another orgasm.
"Too much-"
"No," Wanda interrupts, her voice raspy. She turns the dial up, moaning at your responding whimpers as the dildo increases its pace yet again. "It's never too much. You'll take what I give you."
You nod, letting your pleasure overwhelm you again.
"Isn't this so nice?" Wanda asks, the words whispered against your chest as she sucks more bruises into your skin. "Being so brainless for me, letting me control your pleasure however I want? Isn't it so nice to not be in control, to let me make all the decisions for you, darling?"
You’re going down punk, just you FUCKNG WAIT!! You will learn that this fandom is far worse than you will ever want to know. We may seem soft and shy, but we’re just being NICE! We can be cold, cruel, mean, and make you suffer and wish you had never said what you said. We can send you into the farthest most empty reaches of the galaxy, summon demons to our disposal to make you suffer, and make you feel the feelings that we experience, and don’t fucking think for a single goddamn second that’s easy! The amount of emotions that would boil inside of you would literally kill you. So keep your motherfucking distance and we won’t hurt you, so stay the hell back, asshole. If you so much as insult us one more time, we will bring firey hell upon you and bitch slap you into oblivion. Your move, dildo.
You do realize a majority of the fandom are 20 somethings right? or at least in college. We can find you, kill you, and make it look like you killed yourself. Don’t try us :)
Shut up.
We can exorcise a demon from you faster than Dean and Sam, believe me you need it.
We can toss you into a supernova, never to be seen again, or banish you to the end of the universe where you would explode to create a new one.
We can murder you and destroy all evidence of you ever existing.
Basically- D-O-N-T-C-R-O-S-S-U-S
summary/request: when the salem seven come around, you learn the truth about agatha
word count: 1407
warnings: fauxcest (agatha and reader refer to each other as sisters, but they are not blood related), jealous agatha, very vague allusions to homophobia, slight manipulation (not smut related), a bit of angst, mutual masturbation
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part i | part iii (coming soon)
As if Agatha and you weren't already inseparable, your new favorite bonding activity draws you even closer together.
You're constantly asking Agatha if you can "practice" kissing more. Agatha always happily obliges.
She loves the way you grip the fabric of her dress, the way you pant into her mouth, the way that when you break the kiss a strand of saliva connects your lips like a gross thread of fate.
"Do you think I'm a good kisser, Agatha?" you ask her one day.
"Of course you are, you learned from the best," Agatha would say before biting your bottom lip playfully.
One day, Agatha was watching as you talked with a girl at the apothecary. The girl is eyeing you with a look that makes Agatha's stomach churn. When she touches your arm mid conversation, Agatha snaps and rushes over.
"Come along, sister. We have other errands to attend to."
As Agatha drags you away, you jerk your arm away, confused. "What was that for?"
"She was looking at you like…Nevermind. I just don't trust her."
"We were just talking about a book. She seemed like she might want to be friends."
"That's what she wants you to think," Agatha sneers. "She'd probably just manipulate you into trusting her. Tell you that she really likes your hair and your pretty eyes, and that she'd like to try kissing you. Then she'd get scared and run off to her mother and get me…get you in trouble."
You reach out for her, seeing the vulnerability etched on her face. She grabs your hand before you touch her face. Her eyes are intense, boring into you. "You can't trust anyone else, you hear me? They'll never treat you right, never look out for you the way I do. I can't stand aside and watch you get hurt."
"Agatha…"
"Sweetheart," She takes your hand in both of hers, clutching onto you. "Tell me that you understand. This world, it's cruel. Especially to someone like you. It will chew you up and spit you out. But I won't let it. So you have to listen to me. And trust that I know best. Okay?"
You guide her hand to your lips, kissing her knuckles until her grip loosens slightly. She exhales through her nose, her lips drawn tight as she awaits your answer. "Okay. I understand."
Later down the line, the Salem Seven start hunting Agatha down. Usually she manages to get the two of you out of their way fast enough, but during one confrontation, one of the women finally recognizes you. Realizes what Agatha took you under her wing and left the others to fend for themselves.
They tell you the truth about what happened that night, when Agatha killed the coven. Agatha scares them off before they can say much more, but when she turns to you and cups your face and asks if you're alright, you look at her with watery eyes, brows furrowed. "Agatha, they're lying right? You didn't kill my mother."
Agatha hesitates. She never hesitates before lying, but this time she does. It's that look on your face, the betrayal, that throws her off. You are the only one who has ever thought she was good and now you're questioning it, and she can't handle it.
"Agatha, answer me."
"It's true. I'm sorry. But you must understand, the coven was set to kill me. And I couldn't...my powers they just..."
"All this time," you laugh bitterly, gripping her wrist tight. "All this time you knew the truth and never told me."
Agatha feels the anger rising. "What was I to do when they had me tied up and my own mother was telling them to kill me?"
"You could have told me! Don't I at least deserve to know?"
"I was protecting you! Like I always do!"
"I never asked you to protect me."
"You would have died without me," Agatha says firmly. "I could have left you to die. Those witches, the ones who are trying to turn you against me, they would have never accepted you into their ranks. You were the runt of the litter. The second that they needed someone to sacrifice in some trial, they would have happily offered you up like a lamb to the wolves. But yes, I'm the horrible one for defending myself and then sparing you from the truth so that you could have some peace of mind."
The reality of her words hangs over you. You turn away from her, slumping down against a tree. "You've made me promise to trust you, and I always have. How do I know you're not keeping more from me?"
"My dearest, I'm not. This was different," Agatha kneels down in front of you, urging you to look at her. "I had to do what I did in order to survive. Perhaps I should have told you sooner, but I thought ignorance was bliss, in this situation."
You want to be angrier with her. You want to throw things at her and scream and run away. But you don't. You can't. "Okay."
"Okay?"
You shrug. Agatha cups your face and leans in, pressing her forehead against your own. "I can't lose you," she says in a voice so quiet that you almost miss it.
"You won't," you assure her. "I'm not going anywhere."
As you lay beside Agatha, the two of you sprawled out under the moonlight in a pretty green clearing, covered in tiny wildflowers, you finally ask something that's been on your mind for a while.
"Agatha, when we kiss, do you feel that tingling sensation in your lower tummy?"
In the darkness, you can just barely see the blush that rises to Agatha's cheeks. "I do."
"Does the tingling sometimes linger? Like it's an itch that needs to be scratched?"
"Yes."
"How do you scratch the itch?" You ask, your eyes trusting and a little needy.
Agatha bites her lip, thinking about all the times that she tucked her hand under her robes as you slept beside her. The way that she would rub her slick folds as she watched your sleeping face until she had to bite her hand to muffle her cries as she came.
"Well, you've read plenty of those romance novels. I think you get the idea."
"You've been having sex? When?"
"No silly girl, I'm too busy babysitting you." Agatha rolls her eyes with an amused smile. "You can bring yourself that pleasure. Though, it is more fun with others."
"Oh." A long pause. "Can you show me? Like how you taught me how to kiss."
"I suppose I could. I'm sure it would make you feel better, after all. Being able to take care of that ache between your pretty thighs. And I always want my dear sister to feel her best." Agatha takes your hand and guides it between your legs. Your breath hitches as she pulls your dress up over your hips, moving your hand to rub against your pussy through your undergarments. "Like this, rub yourself until you're wet. Then you can do more."
"Show me," you beg. Agatha complies, tugging her own skirt up and pushing her hand into her underwear. She's already wet. You can hear her.
"Move your hand under now, like I am. Yes, that's it. Now push your fingers through your folds and find that little swollen nub." You gasp as your fingers touch your clit for the first time. "Good girl, that's it. Explore yourself, find what feels good."
Agatha pulls you closer, pressing her mouth to yours as you both rub your drenched cunts. You hear slick noises as Agatha starts fingering herself. She moans into your mouth and your own pussy clenches at the sound.
You come right after Agatha, when she bites down on your neck to muffle her desperate moans. You try to wipe your wet fingers on the blanket, but Agatha brings your hand to her mouth and licks them clean. She presses her own fingers to your lips, and you obediently part them, suckling her juices from her digits.
"Feel better now?" Agatha asks with a coy grin. You nod, and Agatha pulls you to snuggle against her. "Good. Next time, maybe I'll use my fingers on you. But only if you're very good for me, okay?"
You nod eagerly. "I'll be good, Agatha."
"I know you will. You always are."
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