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messrmoonyy · 5 months

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now you’ve mentioned Tess in a suit all I can think about is sugar mommy Tess eating you out on her desk PLEASE

Tess servopoulos x Female reader

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A/N- I’m not entirely sure this fits as sugar mommy specifically. It’s literally just modern day Tess in a suit. But who cares! Tess in suit makes brain go brrrr

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“ this isn’t why I came to see you honestly “ you said with an attempt at a innocent smile as Tess kissed you, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up onto her desk. You looped your legs around her waist, pushing your hips up against her.

“ sure “ it wasn’t. Not entirely. But what else were you supposed to do when she was sat at her desk looking like that? It wasn’t something out of the ordinary. She practically lived in expensive tailored suits, all sharp lines and deep cut blouses. But there was just… something about that look. The sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the two buttons of her shirt undone, the way her gold necklace dangled as she leant over her desk to write something down… “ you know I have a meeting in 15? “ she mumbled as she kissed at your neck, your brain overwhelmed with the expensive perfume she wore floating into your nose.

“ you better be quick then “ you felt her smile against your skin and she lifted her head, tucking her fingers under your chin so you’d look at her. As if you’d look anywhere else.

“ so bossy today “

“ aren’t I always? “ Tess didn’t answer that, instead pulled you in for another kiss as her hands fumbled to push up your skirt. Her hands ran over your thighs, blunt nails grazing against your skin.

“ so why did you come here then huh? “ she asked as she pushed her hand into your underwear, her lips twitching up into a smug smirk at the feel of how wet you already were for her.

It truly didn’t take much.

“ I wanted to bring you- Tess “ you gasped out her name as she drew two fingers along your slick folds, gathering your wetness on her fingers to circle your clit.

“ so wet for me baby “ she said, keeping her eyes locked on yours in a way that made you want to melt into the wood of her desk “ you really didn’t come here cause you wanted this? No? “

“ no “ you lied, whimpering as she ran her fingers either side of your sensitive clit.

“ Hm. They why? “

“ just wanted- wanted to. To bring you lunch “

“ that’s funny. I don’t see any lunch sweetheart, do you? “ okay so maybe you had turned up for something other than lunch. Maybe “ shame. I was hungry “

She withdraw her hand making you begin to protest, only to stop when she pulled at your underwear, tugging it down your legs before dropping to her knees. Now that was a sight that would never get old. Tess on her knees. Tess wanting and ready to have your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“ seems like you found something else to eat “ your attempt to be cocky came out breathy and desperate. But you didn’t care.

“ you’re an idiot “

“ I’m aware “ She wiped the mischievous grin off your face immediately, tugging you to the edge of her desk and pressing her face between your legs making you sigh in relief.

Your eyes flickered over to the clock on the wall.

“ you only have 10- 10 minutes “ you gasped as her fingers slipped into you with an embarrassing ease, sinking down to the knuckle in a way that made your head fall back and your eyes close. Her fingers were slender but long, reaching places you couldn’t reach alone. Brushing over spots inside of you that made you see stars.

“ oh I can do 10 minutes baby girl “ Tess wasted no time. The warmth of her tongue against your clit drew a moan from your throat, spreading your legs further to let her have access to as much as you as possible. Her free hand slid over your thigh, the cool metal of her rings making you shiver.

She worked at you the way she always did, like she were worshiping you. Like she knew your body better than you did. And maybe she did. You could never finish alone as quickly as you could with her. You didn’t think it would even take the full 10 minutes.

“ fuck Tess “ you looked down at her, fingers twisting into her hair and pushing her closer. The sensation was dizzying. Her fingers pumping in and out of you at a steady pace and her tongue lapping at your clit. Every brush of the warmth of her tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves sent sparks shooting through your veins. Your entire body on fire, skin burning and sweat beading on your forehead as you focussed on her movements.

She definitely wouldn’t need 10 minutes.

“ taste so fucking good baby “ she murmured against you, only making you moan again as her words vibrated against your clit.

You were being far too loud you were certain, but how could she blame you?

Your fingers were twisted into her hair, your other hand gripping to the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles were changing colour under the pressure. You wondered what anyone walking past would think. It sounded almost pornographic to your own ears, god help any eavesdroppers.

“ fuck it’s so good. Don’t stop “ you knew she wouldn’t, she loved pleasing you too much to do that. But in that moment the worst possible thought was her leaving you there.

You wished she didn’t have a meeting to get to. Wished you could have a repeat of every other time you’d turned up at her office. There wasn’t a single surface in there that she hadn’t fucked you on. The desk, the couch, her chair, against the door… the one time against the window. Thankfully she was 30 something floors up so no one saw you. Well. You hoped.

The thought of it all only made you wetter, only made the pressure build.

She curled her fingers and you were brought hurtling back to the present, clit throbbing against her tongue.

You wondered if she could tell you were close. If she could feel the way your walls were clenching at her fingers, could feel how hot your skin was burning beneath her hands. She must. And even if not, the sound of how embarrassingly wet you were as she fucked you with her fingers was telling enough.

“ gonna come for me baby? “ you didn’t answer, simply pushed her head back down feeling her smile against you.

You came on her fingers with a loud moan, tugging at her hair in a way that must have been hurting her. But she didn’t say anything to complain, simply continued lapping diligently at your clit as you trapped her head between your thighs.

“ Tess “ you let out a long whine of her name, keeping her trapped until the sensation became too much, pushing her head back as you attempted to catch your breath “ fuck “

She ran a soothing hand over your thigh, pressing her cheek against the other and looking up at you.

“ better? “ the sight of her was almost enough to rile you up again. Messy hair and lips glossy with your own come. And that god damn suit.

“ yeah “ she smiled and pushed herself to her feet, grabbing your chin between her fingers and kissing you softly, making you whimper slightly into her mouth as you tasted yourself on her lips. She pulled back slightly, glancing towards the clock.

“ would you look at that. A whole 2 minutes to spare “ she said with the cockiest grin plastered across her face.

“ oh shut up “ Tess scoffed at that and ran her fingers through her hair, some half attempt to straighten it back out again.

“ how do I look?”

“ you look like you just fucked me “ you said with a gleeful smile, leaning back on your hands to admire her as she walked over to the mirror on her wall, straightening out her suit jacket and trying to look less disheveled.

“ oh honey the entire floor already knows that, because you can’t keep your mouth shut “ it was your turn to scoff at that as she headed back over to you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear “ I don’t know how long I’ll be. You can stay here if you want to, you know you can call Angie if you need anything “ you nodded and nudged your face upwards in a silent invitation for her to kiss you again, which she happily accepted “ and I’m taking you out tonight. So think where you wanna go. Okay? “

“ okay “ she gave you one more kiss before heading for the door. You looked around the desk to find your underwear, only to not find them where you thought you’d last see them “ wait. Have you seen my-“ the unbelievably smug look on her face cut you off, making you raise an eyebrow. She simply winked, patted her jacket pocket, and headed out into the hall.

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goldenlandfiascos · 25 days

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sugar mommy au Natsuhi doesn't get it...

#umineko #eva ushiromiya #natsuhi ushiromiya #evanatsu #eva #natsuhi #sugar mommy au #i got like 3 bots commenting under this on twitter #my art #my posts

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lesbesapphic · 7 months

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hey, how are you? i’m struggling a lot with the start of lectures for my last year and just wanted to ask if you could make a drabble of the gold rush au where R is going back to uni and struggling for it, maybe after spending the whole summer with wanda and natasha. thank you sm if you write it <3

Heyy! I am good and sure, I can totally understand the struggle. I will try to make one.

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"Let's watch one more pleaseeeee!" You begged from your position in between Wanda and Natasha, your head placed on Wanda's lap as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through your hair.

"This was the third extra episode we watched." Natasha pointed out, holding back a yawn as she looked at the time, "And it is 11:30 already, don't you have college tomorrow?" She asked, her tone taking on a firm tone and you slumped more into Wanda's hold, hiding your face a little in her lap but she was having none of it, a simple tug on your hair had you staring up at her with an innocent look on your face.

"I don't wanna go." You admitted your little plan of making them sleep late so that they won't wake you up for your classes and Wanda couldn't help but laugh, "You really thought it would work?" She asked and you shook your head in defeat. "Seriously, She would be in hell and still make you go." Natasha added and Wanda gave her an unamused look, "You could have said heaven too, you know." She pointed out and Natasha along with you let out a laugh.

"Baby I am anything but a liar."

"Shut up." Wanda grumbled and turned to you who by now was sitting up, your eyes held a tired look that had Wanda softening her tone, "It is just two classes, tomorrow." Wanda pointed out softly while Natasha nodded in agreement. They didn't quite understand what to do in the situation, you never had any issues with going to university and it was a complete new scene to deal with.

"I know..It is just.." You let out a sigh of frustration when you noticed the saddened confused look on their faces, it made you feel bad for being a pathetic baby and felt the pent up frustration rising up as your eyes started stinging with tears. "Forget it.. Let's just go to sleep." You started standing up but Natasha grabbed your wrist, "Hey... Talk to us. What's wrong?" Her voice held concern and it only made you feel stupid for even making an issue about something so small.

"It is nothing.. I am fine." You lied but your face told the truth, the tears which stung your eyes now freely making its way down your cheek and Wanda was quick enough to wipe it. "You know what? Let's have some tea in bed and discuss whatever it is that is bothering you."

"I am fine. You don't have to pull a Sheldon on me." You chuckled and she rolled her eyes, "You were just begging to watch another episode of it so suck it." Wanda replied while making her way to the kitchen, "See you two in a bit. Get in bed."

It was not everyday where Wanda would agree to eat or drink something in bed besides her morning black coffee that too would be placed instantly on the side table after each sip so it was a blessing indeed to have the woman bending her rules like that. She even had a huge fight with Natasha over eating in bed and needless to say it didn't end well for you whenever there is trouble in paradise.

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"Okay. So you are really letting us eat too?" Natasha confirmed for the umpteenth time and Wanda rolled her eyes before putting up a fake smile, "If you ask, one more time I swear to God Natasha I will make tomorrow hell for you at work." Wanda threatened and you couldn't help but laugh at Natasha's expression.

"Geez." She took another cookie from the plate while taking a sip of her tea. "I just don't like the sudden change, going back to college again every morning.." You finally decided to break the ice and talk about it.

"Look who's being a Sheldon Cooper now."

"Wanda!" Natasha and you both looked at her in surprise and she looked surprised as well, "I am sorry!" She apologized and you couldn't help but laugh at her remark, getting a jib at you for your earlier comment. It lightened the atmosphere.

"Well..It is understandable..but What is it that is making you dread it?" Wanda asked getting back in character, her tone softening and you rolled your eyes a little with a smile at the presentation and Wanda smacked your thigh lightly.

"I don't know..I haven't given it much of a thought..maybe I just don't want to jump right into that change.. and we are so happy each day and now it is back to that hectic schedule.."

"Maybe you just don't want to leave the comfort of just being us three every day." Natasha pointed out and you shrugged your shoulders not knowing what to say exactly to that because you could sense that it was definitely one of the underlying factors behind it.

"Honestly, I struggle with going to work everyday as well.. especially after weekends when I am so full of contentment, spending every waking second with my favourite women in the world.." Natasha brought your hand to kiss your knuckle and you looked up at her, a little smile forming on your lips seeing the gaze of adoration she held for both you and Wanda, it filled you with a warmth that no tea could.

"I hate going to work.. but then the thought of coming back home to you two again..makes me happy. Makes all of it worth it." Natasha shrugged when Wanda awed at her, you could see a blush forming on Natasha's cheeks, "Who knew you were such a cutie underneath those layers."

"Shut up."

Wanda and you laughed and she turned to you, "I tell you what, you slowly ease yourself back into your routine. We will make a to do list every morning and at lunch I will send Alfred to pick you up. We can spend some time together until you feel ready to fully commit to the hectic schedule..Does that sound good?" Wanda asked and you bit your lip, nodding a little, the to do list she made before summer would always help you segregate tasks and give you boost of reinforcement each time you cross a task.

"And we can also eat out tomorrow."

"Now you are just spoiling her." Wanda told Natasha who rolled her eyes and you laughed at the start of another one of their bickering. "Wrong. I am spoiling both of you." Natasha gave a sloppy kiss on Wanda's cheek and Wanda groaned, "Natasha!! Ew." You didn't miss the opportunity when Natasha gave you a mischievous look and instantly gave Wanda's other cheek and even sloppier kiss and jumped away when she went to hit you.

"I seriously hate you two." She gave the two of you a glare before wiping her cheeks with a tissue, "We love you too, Baby." Natasha smirked and you grinned from ear to ear. Maybe if coming back from college meant this, it won't be that horrifying.

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Hey.. I tried my best. I was feeling up to it but I really hope you liked it and am sorry for a bit of the delay! Hope you are doing good now and if you ever wanna talk my asks are always open !!

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dekubowl-smuts-harem · 9 months

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Sugar Mama Momo headcanon - When she learns about Bakugou bullying Izuku, instead of like suing him or something, she just suplexes him anytime she sees him.

Oh no, Momo would never do something as barbaric as that.

...Though she would be lying if she said the idea wasn't tempting

But see, with Momo, if there's one thing she knows how to do. It's knowing how to attack from the shadows. Much as she hates doing things like this. She knows full well the power of Money and influence. Being the head of the Yaoyorozu Corporation. She's one of UA Academy's biggest benefactors. And her company has funded quite a bit of sponsorship to many-a Pro-Hero and upcoming UA. One of which turns out to be a certain blonde-haired explosive child.

So when she learns of everything that Bakugou did. She's pissed. Now if it was simple bullying, she would've let it slide with some time. But after hearing about how Bakugou actually told Izuku to commit suicide. That crossed the line with her. It didn't matter if it was meant to pass off as some sort of joke. What sick person would actually make a passing comment like that?!

So when she learned that Bakugou was looking to attend UA. She made this boy go through the wringer. Pulling her sponsorship and having his application be halted and put under review until she felt he was deemed fit to enter the school. Even having the boy being invested during the final months of elementary school to see if he was of sound mind to go to such a prestigious school. Honestly, if she wanted to, she could've had the power to have him rejected and barred from UA altogether. But it was only when Izuku found out what was going on and pleaded for her to give him a chance, that she acquiesced. Albeit with some reluctance. Bless Izuku for being such an angel. How anyone could bully someone like him baffled her.

But yes, she knows how to deal with Bakugou. And she doesn't have to be upfront about it.

#DekuMomo #Sugar Mommy AU #Yaoyorozu Momo #Katsuki Bakugou

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littlerosette · 2 months

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Let katniss build peeta a ikea dresser!

This is making me giggle bad ijbollllll and you see peeta wouldn’t be loosing it if katniss sent him 10 for a coffee he would simply send her a selfie of himself with the purchased iced latte and katniss would loose it

peeta: got my coffee!!! thank you katniss :) <33

katniss: send shirtless pic pls with flexing biceps

#asks #everlark #sugar mommy au

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chopper-witch · 2 years

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Instead of the sugar daddy Eddie au, may I suggest:

- sugar mommy Nancy (sugar baby reader or sugar baby Robin perhaps) she just likes seeing her baby all dressed up and happy :)

- sugar baby Eddie (sugar daddy Steve mayhaps? Or reader?) he feels guilty at first but then falls in love with all the cool shit you (or Steve) get him. And Wayne, if Eddie asks you to. He has no shame about the relationship at all after some adjusting and neither do you (or Steve). Anything for your crazy baby metalhead <3

- sugar daddy steve wasting all his parents’ money on you (or Eddie?) he literally indulges as much as possible out of spite. You want a Ferrari? Okay what color. You want to go on a trip to Cabo? Pack your things lets go. Always wanted to see the Eiffel tower? Okay we’ll fly out in two hours.

- Argyle being a sugar baby but not quite because its just that his s/o likes spending money on him. Like, a lot. Or the reverse where he is just so dedicated to his s/o that he blows through his fortune. All puppy dog eyes and expensive gifts and a million expensive trinkets because “they reminded me of you”.

- sugar baby Jonathan who is used to not getting nice things and tries to reject at first like Eddie does but then he’s receiving whatever he asks for so he starts getting things for Will and his mom and they get suspicious and he doesn’t want to admit someone is giving him tons of money and things just for spending time with them because that’s embarrassing.

Obviously sex can be involved but it doesn’t have to be.

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evadwrites · 1 year

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um hello?? modern sugar mommy au? explain yourself. ALSO, please, would you share more about "you say they’re beautiful (but i can’t breathe) "!!

another person sent an ask about you say there beautiful (but i can’t breathe) so i’m gonna respond to them with some moments from it but you get the monopoly on the sugar mommy au

we have hermione granger; she’s in the first year of her masters degree for either sociology or journalism. she is rooming with her bestie, one and only Queen Sassiness, pansy parkinson. all is well up until the moment *something* happens and hermione loses her merit-based scholarship that pays her tuition. the only possible solution? find a sugar mommy.

enter narcissa malfoy, the savior of hermione’s hopes and dreams.

[the fic will also feature background bellatrix/pansy. idk what’s going on with them but in my defense they don’t know either]

here is a little scene from the fic:

“i need a sugar mommy.”

hermione knew her voice sounded especially whiny as she flopped on the chair next to pansy’s in the quieter corner of the university library. she sighed, lying down on top of her backpack and briefly closing her eyes before opening the right one to take a look at her best friend.

pansy, of course, looked amused.

“good morning to you too, hermione. is that a proposition?”

hermione rolled her eyes. “you can’t possibly afford me.”

“oh yes, even if i was the rich of your standards, i would blow my entire savings three times because of the amount of books you always want to buy.”

hermione gasped mockingly. “this was one time, and i paid you back! with interest!”

pansy let out a little laugh. “i know, i know. so, what was that about sugar mommies?”

“a sugar mommy. singular,” hermione corrected. “i’m already spread too thin. the amount of women i need to satisfy with my presence has finally reached nine this semester.”

#eva writes #sugar mommy au #cissamione #ask games #wip game

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fireandspiceland · 1 year

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I haven’t talked about this in a while but the main catalyst for Monaco and Seborga to hook up with each other in sugar mommy au is that after Clarisse explains that she’s flattered but married..

Romeo is like..

but can he do this?

*completely submits to her, reads every wish off her lips, showers her in endless love and affection*

#riva.txt #aph monaco #aph seborga #sebmona #hetalia #sugar mommy au #if you don’t remember that’s the pendant to the sugar daddy au where Arthur has an affair with Allen #Monaco is his wife and they both cheat on each other #except that sebmona is endgame #and mint choc is not #they are two flavours of the same trope in one au

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spaghettiposts · 5 months

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An Outlaws Christmas

Cowboy!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summery: Wanda’s father has never liked you, but that won’t stop you from delivering a special gift this season.

Warnings: Mentions of firearms, fluff, Bucky being dramatic.

Words Count: 3.5k

“Bucky I swear to God, you better keep this thing steady.” You muttered between cold breaths, raising your foot to the next step, sensing the ladder tremble beneath you. Your eyes whipped downward, glaring at the cowboy.

He huffed, gripping the ladder tighter. “You just- had to date the rich girl with a four-story mansion didntcha?” He seethed, shifting his weight to support the item. “It’s fucking freezing man.”

Indeed, it was freezing. The middle of December in Fort Worth brought snow gleaming in the streets, covering trails and displeasing the horses. Which you had to use to get here in the first place, Wanda’s house that is. More precisely her fathers house, who wasn’t so keen about you. Why were you here? Simple.

Christmas, the season of giving, in any weather condition. And in any condition you always wanted to visit Wanda, even if Bucky complained about it. Especially tonight, when it was Christmas night. Where family’s would spend their nights together, huddled by the fireplace. Something you wanted to share with Wanda someday.

Something an outlaw like you couldn’t have, but you tried anyway. You tried for her, tried to change your rugged ways. Formerly around this time of year you never would’ve imagined a reason to celebrate this holiday. There was nobody special in your life, no family, and Bucky never liked Christmas ideals.

Now there was Wanda to be that someone. Beautiful, intelligent, amazingly talented Wanda. The girl who went for someone like yourself, a lowlife criminal trying to mend their ways. She saw the good in you, that you failed to see in yourself. And bit by bit she brought it out of you. Blackmail Barnes would constantly use on you, mocking you as the ‘cowboy who got whipped’ or ‘cowboy gone soft’ and his personal favorite ‘Casanova’. Despite the smacks you gave him each time he dared to use those terms, secretly you didn’t mind, it just meant you were closer to change than before. With that in mind, you didn’t let the opportunity to make Wanda your girlfriend pass by you, despite her parents disapproval.

Maybe if you got a better job, in time that would change too.

“Just keep the ladder steady Barnes, I’ll be finished quick.” You hollered over the wind, climbing up with haste. Looking through the windows you recognized them as the third floor, for the servants Wanda had told you. Rich people had rooms for everything nowadays.

“Quick my ass..” He scoffed.

“Was that sarcasm James?”

He let out a groan, pounding his fist on the ladder. “Just get your girl already”

“Alright alright…” You chuckled under your breath, hurrying up the ladder. You didn’t want to risk his impatience, the last thing you wanted was for him to throw you off. Fortunately, with the heavy snowfall, you’d probably only break one rib.

Although Wanda wouldn’t be happy, so you wouldn’t risk it.

Finally, the ladder came to an end, perfectly syncing with Wanda’s bedroom window. You were grateful to Mr. Williamson, your local carpenter, took your request for a 40 foot ladder seriously. Raising up your fist to knock–as you had done so many times before–you found yourself plagued with…hesitancy.

Pulling the poorly wrapped package out of your interior coat pockets, you examined the item. Its contaminants inside were beautiful, even you could admit, but the outside? Poorly wrapped crumbles of brown lunch bag paper with white string holding all the mess together? Was what was on the inside enough for Wanda?

Feeling another shake on the ladder you turned your head down, meeting the eyes of Bucky. He motioned to the window with his head, shooting you a thumbs up. You mouthed a small ‘thanks’ to him, right now wasn’t the time for insecurities. You’re sure Wanda would love the gift, or at least appreciate the gesture.

Clearing your throat, you tapped on the window, announcing yourself, “Wanda! It’s me! Do you mind opening the window?” You asked, waiting for the velvet curtains to part. In all honesty, you weren’t quite sure she was there at the moment. You knew the tendency her parents had of venturing off into parties, dragging her along into them and you assumed Christmas parties were a thing.

A couple of seconds later, you heard shuffling from inside, the curtains opening and your smile widening. Wanda looked through the window, searching for you till her eyes landed on your figure covered in snow. Her eyes widened, her hand lifting up to her chin in shock, “Y/n?”

“Hi Darlin’.” You shot the bewildered woman a toothy grin, lifting your hand to wave at her. Carefully she opened the window slowly, making sure not to knock you over in the process. Her shock eventually subsided into worry, grabbing you by the wrist to pull you inside.

“What are you doing here? It’s cold out, you’ll get sick.” She fretted, patting your forearms to shake off the snow.

“I’ve got my jacket,” You shrugged, her hands staying on your chest. “and I’m here for you. I brought you something for Christmas.” You smiled, digging through your pockets, Wanda tilted her head curiously. Pulling out the paper present you presented it to her.

Her eyes looked down at the gift fondly, she could tell you had wrapped it but thankfully found it endearing. Her fingers ran delicately through the string tying it together, as she turned to look at you with soft eyes and a tender smile tugging at her lips.

“Really?” She whispered, rubbing her hands on your chest before letting them hang on your shoulders. Her smile turned into a small smirk at the way you clearly leaned into her touch. “You didn’t have to Y/n…”

Truthfully you didn’t have to, Wanda had expressed how she was fine with you not celebrating the holiday, knowing how different your childhoods had been. She didn’t expect anything from you, a problem you wanted to change. You were capable enough for her to depend on you.

You blushed, enjoying the feel of Wanda’s fingers caressing the back of your neck. “But I want to, it’s custom to give your loved ones gifts and you’re mine.” You said sheepishly.

Wanda’s face softens at your words, keeping her gaze on you, searching for something more. And you think she’s going to close the distance but instead she moves her gaze to the door, squeezing your shoulders.

“Okay, but I’m afraid this’ll have to be quick.” She sighs “My Fathers due to be back soon, and you know how he feels about our relationship.”

At the mention of her father your expression turns into a slight grimace, the man was a governor, rich beyond belief and trying to get rid of old fashion ways. Including individuals such as yourself, outlaws. He had reason to, but still the thought of him left a bitter distaste in your mouth.

“He’ll learn to love me eventually.”

Wanda lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking her head in denial. “I highly doubt it, he’s very…traditional.”

Traditional. You hated that word.

“I could be traditional.” You tried to reason, even though you were the least bit traditional. It was worth a shot.

“With that rustic drawl of yours I’m not too sure Detka.” Wanda teased, leaning up to place a kiss on the corner of your lips. You wanted to correct her but she continued, “But that’s okay, personally I find it very charming.”

And then she closed the distance between you, savoring the way you let out a small sigh. You missed this, you missed her, you especially missed her touch. The way her hands guided yours down to her waist, encouraging you.

Wanda appreciated your kindness and respect towards boundaries. Making you all the more attractive in her eyes, the way you’d ask before anything, even hand holding, your charming gentleman like behavior. God, she wanted to rip those jeans off you.

You felt Wanda try to deepen the kiss which you eagerly gave into, granting her tongue permission. Her hands slipped inside your shirt, scratching the skin softly, causing your breath to hitch. Pulling away from the kiss with a gasp, resting your forehead against yours, catching your breath.

Wanda snickers between stolen kisses. “Damn it Wands…” You mumble affectedly, “This was ‘post to be about you.”

Pulling her head slightly away she stares up at you, a mischievous grin playing at her lips. “We have a couple minutes to spare, me and you.” Her hold tightened on your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. “I’ve missed you.”

Taking everything in you, you slow down the kiss much to Wanda’s disappointment. You chuckle shyly, remembering how she told you to be quick, ironic. “I’ve missed you too but not- today” You shudder with all seriousness, removing your hands from her hips.

“Mkay, I suppose we could wait for another moment.” She says, releasing her hold on you. “Besides you know I like taking my time with you.” She winks, laughing at your reaction.

“Quit teasin’ me…” You sigh, trying to shake off the blush dusting your cheeks, something that tended to happen with Wanda. The brunette only shrugged, feigning innocence. She took a hold of your wrist pulling you towards her bed, taking a seat and then patting the space beside her. Eagerly you settle in beside her, placing the gift on her lap.

“Open it.” You smile, anticipating the reaction.

Wanda fiddles with the present, tilting her head. “What is it?”

You snort “Well you won’t know until you open it Wands.”

Pursing her lips Wanda tugs on the strings, delicately unwrapping the gift which you didn’t really get, considering it wasn’t some high class material but kept quiet. Once the paper wrapping was off it revealed a rectangular shaped black leather box, it looked rather expensive. Feeling the leather Wanda confirmed her thoughts with widened eyes. Pure rich leather.

Her fingers traced the fabric, turning to stare at you. “Y/n what is this…” She whispered, you urged her to open the lid. And when she did the gasp that left her lips was almost comical. “Oh my gosh.”

“It’s a pendant.” You pointed out, feeling a little uncomfortable under her strong gaze. Did she like it? If only mind readers existed.

“Yes I know but, how?” She questioned, picking up the necklace before frowning. It was beautiful. “Detka…I don’t need you spending this much on me. This looks far too pricy.” Came her response, you sucked your teeth already expecting that answer from her. Wanda was never one to let you spoil her, knowing how much you made, odd considering you made a good amount…with a gun.

“Saving up money isn’t that hard, you’ve just gotta kill the right men to get it.” You smile sheepishly, a poor attempt to lighten the mood.

“Y/n.” Wanda glared, disliking your joke.

“I’m joking! Honest.” You laughed, putting your hands up in surrender. “Actually this jewel wasn’t so hard to find.”

“You found it?”

“Yup, mined it straight from that rock. Me and Barnes were chasing after a guy…” You hesitated, her raised eyebrow challenging you to finish that sentence. “To talk, down in the mines, when I found it. It reminded me of you, just like your eyes. So I plucked it open and took it to a jeweler. All's fair, no shooting involved.” You swore, crossing a finger across your heart.

Wanda just shook her head, rubbing her temple with her hand. You could tell she was upset at the revelation, she never appreciated hearing stories that could’ve killed you. Another thing you were trying to change, this one was more challenging as there were many people who wanted you dead, the difficult part was getting Wanda to understand that.

Both of you were stubborn that way.

“Does that…make it worse?” You asked carefully, debating whether to put a hand on her back, eventually deciding against and placing it back on your side. You didn’t want to overwhelm her. “I could get you one from the store if you’d like. I saw some real pretty ones there too.”

“That makes it all the more special to me, you mined it straight from the rock and fixed it up but you know how I feel about your ‘talks’.” She ended with a slightly twinge of annoyance. “I just worry about you and your job.”

You fiddled with the sheets underneath your fingertips, unsure what to say about that besides an apology. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to worry you.”

Worrying was something no one had ever cared to do for you in your lifetime, not until Wanda. The feeling was strange…and something to get used to. You tried to be more understanding towards Wanda’s feelings, having picked up a book or two on how to maintain a healthy relationship, and Wanda was gladly by your side throughout the process.

“Its fine really, so long as you come back to me alive.” She empathized the last word, giving you a stern look. You nodded your head, agreeing with her. Lifting up her chin, carrying a satisfied look by your response, she trusted you. “If not I’ll come back and kill you myself.”

“Honey, me and you both know that you don’t know your way around a revolver.” You teased, leaning in forward to grasp her hand and place a small peck on the back of it.

“Just like you don’t know your way around the kitchen?” She retorted smugly, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“I know my way…my meals are cooked with the intent of survival.”

“Clearly taste isn’t a part of your ideologies of ‘survival’.” She sneered, you tried to hide your smile but ultimately failed, laughing along with her.

The atmosphere had shifted, no longer holding that same tension as it did before. Worries and insecurities had left you, laughing along with the girl you had grown to love. You loved moments like these, carefree ones. Ones where you didn’t have to worry about wild snakes or bandits trying something. Ones where you could be happy with the person you loved most.

Admiring your girlfriend you couldn’t help yourself but to lean forward and cup her chin, connecting your lips together. It was a quick kiss, one you pulled away from as quick as it started, not permitting Wanda the chance to kiss back.

Instead she stared at you in shock, cheeks red. You had initiated something. Feeling flustered from the attention you looked down at your lap in embarrassment, which was quickly overtaken by Wanda who threw herself on you in glee, pampering kisses all over your face.

“I love you.” She whispered, kissing your cheeks. “Even if you’re a reckless idiot who climbs up four story mansions, and is a part time bounty hunter.” A kiss to your nose “But you’re my idiot.” A kiss to your forehead “Forever.” And finally your lips.

“Forever?”

“Mhm, mind putting this on me?” She requested, grabbing the necklace chain. You nodded happily, watching her shift in your lap to get a better view. Gently you pushed her hair aside, bringing the jewelry round her neck. It took a couple of frustrating attempts to get inside the clasp but eventually you managed, closing it.

Wanda thanked you with another kiss before moving herself off your lap and standing to get a view of the necklace in the mirror. Pushing yourself off the bed, you followed your girlfriend into her closet, admiring how divine the jewel looked on her.

“You look gorgeous.” You sighed, hearts racing at just the sight of her.

Wanda smiled, toying with the jewel. “It’s very pretty, I love it, thank you.” She reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you a loving kiss on the cheek. You smile back at her, taking the initiative to bring your lips together this time, sharing a loving kiss. That’s all it was, love.

Wanda smiled happily into the kiss, proud of you for taking initiative again, slotting her arms back on your neck. Tilting her head to deepen the kiss she pulled away, “But you know what would’ve been nicer?”

“What?”

“A ring.”

“A ring?”

“If this was your way of claiming your mark on me, it was a nice attempt but usually people settle for rings.” She replied, playing with the baby hairs on the back of your neck. “Which I’m still waiting for, maybe that way you’ll have a reason to put that gun down for once. A family to come back to.”

A family.

Oh gosh.

Hoping it wasn’t embarrassingly obvious how much you enjoyed that idea, you barely managed to squeak out a small, “But you like the necklace right…?”

“Of course, it’ll be hard to take it off of me now.” Wanda retorted playfully “Unless you’re willing to try?”

“I um.” You swallowed dryly, definitely now you knew your face was looking as ripe as a tomato.

At your expression Wanda let out a hearty laugh, furthering your embarrassment. She slapped an arm at your chest playfully, “I’m just teasing Detka, breathe. Although I’m serious about that, I’ll wear it forever.”

“I’m glad you like it. Like really glad, I wasn’t too sure and Bucky wasn’t much help.” You said, recalling the way Bucky had fallen asleep midway through your shopping session in search of something for the girl.

“I can see that he's never been the romantic type, unless you count that disastrous encounter with Natasha as romance then, maybe.” Both of you cringed at the memory.

Sputters of a car garnered your attention distracting you from the girl in your arms. The noise sounded suspiciously like her fathers new automobile, quickly you removed your hands from Wanda’s body. Wanda too, let you go at impressive speeds, rushing to take a look outside the window. Peering outside she was met with the sight of her father, who was kicking the tire of his car, muttering curses under his breath.

Oh shit her father.

Oh shit Bucky.

“Bucky.” You gasped, collecting your things. “Shit shit shit, Buckys still outside.”

“My fathers here.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, your eyes widened, rushing to get out of there. Before you could get too far Wanda stopped you with a tug at your forearm, smacking a box at your chest.

“What’s this?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed, pushing the box back to get a better look at it. Quickly Wanda tugged your chin to meet her, placing one last peck on your lips before pulling the window open.

“Christmas gift.” She explained, “I don’t like what you do, and this isn’t me encouraging it, but you’re my girlfriend and I love you. So that’s that, now go before I change my mind.”

You nodded your head dumbly, unsure what she meant by all that, but climbed out anyway, waving her goodbye with the box secured in your hands.

Once you reached the bottom it was only then that you realized what she meant by those words, a new rifle stood in your hands. One of the best models out there. Grinning widely you took no time in ripping it out of the box, oh how you loved this girl.

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“Fouty fucking minutes.” Bucky snarled, still shaking the snow off his body. There wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t white from head to toe. “Forty! You left me in the cold for Forty minutes!!” He shook his leather hat violently, slapping it around.

You sighed, taking the hat off your head and dusting yourself as well. In contrast you weren’t so full of snow, which just upset the man more. “I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t mean to take so long, but it was amazing.” The last part came out in awe.

Bucky placed his hat back on firmly, throwing a glare at you. He knew that voice, that puppy love coded tone of yours that only ever arose to haunt him when you were on the verge of an hour talk about Wanda. He debated shooting you right now before you started again.

“Forty minutes…I could’ve gotten frostbite you know, then who’s gonna cover you? Wanda? Like hell.” He muttered, narrowing his eyes at you when you pulled out your new rifle. One of the newest models too, he had to admit he was quite envious.

“She’s so amazing…”

“Are you even listening to me?!” He said exasperated, throwing his hands in the air.

“She gave me a gun…” You sighed dreamily, hugging the firearm to your chest. “Not just any gun Bucky, but a Winchester Model. The expensive good kind too.” You exclaimed, shaking him by the shoulders. His face scrunched up, smacking you away.

Bucky huffed from beside you, continuing to walk since you were too lovesick to lead. The building wasn’t too far from here. “She got me a good revolver too, you ain’t special.”

“Yeah but…mines better.”

“That doesn’t even- whatever you still took too damn long in there.”

“I haven’t seen her in weeks!” You whined, trying to defend yourself.

Bucky let out a grunt, rolling his eyes. “Yeah and you won’t see her in weeks, with all that back pain you’re gonna get.”

“What?”

“I call dibs on the good mattress, you fucked with me too much this time.” He shrugged, opening the door to your shared building.

“That’s not-”

“And by the way, I can still see her lipstick all over you.” He motioned to your face, before pointing down your neck. “You might wanna cover up those hickeys too, Bottom.”

“James!”

#wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda my beloved #wanda imagine #wlw post #cowboy au #cowboy #Wanda is rich rich #she’s sugar mommy material 🤞#but not in this story unfortunately 😔#Wanda’s worried girlfriend material here

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ashchoo · 10 months

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errrmmm who posted that 🤨?? @clownsuu part 2 of the girlbosses 💪💪

anyways some angst :) tw! For blood, death, and grief

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messrmoonyy · 6 months

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Sugar mommy Tess headcannons ( no outbreak au )

A/N- as requested by @lonelyfooryouonly literally forever ago. This took me so long to post idk why. It’s been in my drafts for so long 😭💀 Oops. Anyways. Some of these teeter on 18+. Oh and this is of course set with no outbreak. If you have any extensions or other ideas for this au of tess. Feel free to lemme here them! Enjoy.

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Sugar mommy Tess:

• I mean. It’s a given. But she’s loaded. She’s the ceo of some big successful business, and she wants her money to go somewhere useful. Which means spending it on you.

• she is always in some expensive ass power suit, always tailored so it fits her perfectly. Top buttons of her shirt undone of course.

• and like imagine her man spreading too? Like elbows on her knees just. Oof 😮‍💨

• shes always sending you expensive gifts.

• especially lingerie. And she gets you to send her pictures in it

• she loves feeling needed and having you rely on her for nice things. Nothing makes her happier than treating you.

• she has a fancy ass car and you are her passenger princess of course. Hand on your thigh as she drives? Hand that wonders at stop lights? 👀

• you’re her arm candy. She takes you to work parties and functions, always buying you a new dress everytime. She likes showing you off

• you like taking spontaneous trips to her office to surprise her.

• which ends with her fucking you on her desk. Obviously.

• OR having you hide under her desk when someone comes in, and eating her out under the desk 🤤

• which of course. She’s gets you back for later

#tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou tess #sugar mommy au #tess x reader #the last of us fanfiction #tess servopoulos hcs

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goldenlandfiascos · 25 days

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"Are you winning, dear?"

"I'm streaming!"

the twitch chat starts spamming emojis and thirst comments like "YOOOOOOOO, IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?!?", "i want her to be MY mommy...", "Gamer Kitten, let us see her 'spoil' you!!😈", and Natsuhi scrambles to turn off her camera and end the stream

#gamer natsuhi is so funny #sugar mommy au 1.5 natsuhi's a gamer girl #in the actual au she's just a photographer lol #reposting this art with this caption because it's funny and easier #sugar mommy au #but gaymer edition #eva #natsuhi #evanatu #my art #my posts

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lesbesapphic · 1 year

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sleep headcannon with gold rush wandanat. I love that au very very much.

I am so happy that you enjoy it. I am gonna update with a chapter soon. It is sitting in my draft. I am just very busy these days.

Hope you enjoy it

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🛌 sleep headcannon (Gold Rush AU Wandanat)

The nightly routine begins with Wanda dragging you from the bed back in the washroom to do skincare routine with her and oral hygiene when she learned that your skin is getting dry.

On the days when you weren't getting dragged, you would find the older woman in the washroom doing her skincare and you standing by the door whining for her to come to bed already, claiming how Natasha would crush you with her cuddles and you needed Wanda. The woman would laugh and try to stall you as much as she could to get done with her skincare.

Eventually, she would convince you to join her and that would become your two's bonding time with Wanda taking care of you. Soon enough you would be becoming a little skin expert, going around Natasha's tab buying skincare stuff for not only yourself but for Natasha too who would not be too pleased but would let you have your way.

After your own skincare, you would run to the bed where Natasha would either be sleeping or reading a book, you would spend the next fifteen minutes on her face. Nat wouldn't admit it but she secretly enjoys you fretting over her skin.

Once finally settled in bed, you being the heavy sleeper you were, you would be sprawled across Wanda and Natasha, throughout the night you would be alternating between being a koala on Natasha and getting almost on top of Wanda.

Whenever you would get be twisting and turning to get comfortable, either of the two woman would pull you closer, running their hands through your hair and soon enough like the clock works, you would be humming in content, falling deep into your slumber.

Wanda and Natasha always enjoyed how content you would look in your sleep, snuggling closer and even refusing to let go off them in the morning when they will make a move to get up. Part of you wanting them to be near you but a bigger part of you just wanted them back in bed because knowing if they get up, they will be making you get up soon as well. Despite not liking the waking up early part, you would admit that having breakfast with the two was the highlight of your day. Especially when the two women would be too busy throughout the day with their work. It was the best quality time you could ask for.

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dekubowl-smuts-harem · 1 year

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Just had an idea for Sugar Mama Momo that I gotta share. Despite going into business, Momo still knows how to fight and defend herself. As such, there's a few times when she fights off muggers or wannabe suitors, but she always does it when Izuku isn't looking. If Izuku IS looking, then she feigns weakness so that Izuku can come save her, and she always rewards him warmly and handsomely for 'rescuing' her.

She doesn't like to lie, especially to her precious Izuku. But the idea of seeing him rescue her from any unwanted threat or suitor is so cute and adorable. That she can't help it.

Plus, if she gets to have the excuse of rewarding him some more. Who is she to deny him that?

#Dekubowl #Midoriya Izuku #Yaoyorozu Momo #Sugar Mommy AU

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littlerosette · 2 months

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So about the sugar mommy everlark au, any chances it will be written?

honestly unless i can figure out a way to make it different from my eremika sugar daddy au (since it’s based on the same miscommunication premise) probably not. however, if anyone wants to write it themselves i invite them to because i’m deeply in love with the idea

#asks #everlark #sugar mommy au

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howyouloveyourdragon · 10 months

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Pearls

pairing: sugar mommy rhaenyra x reader x alicent age warning: 18+ only! interactions alternate universe: modern au, sugar mommy au summary: Three women, two purses and one whirlwind affair behind your best friend's back. It was never supposed to go past your uni accommodation but suddenly a set of pearls look very appealing...will you bite the bait? warnings & kinks: edging, mommy kink, cunnilingus, light bondage, strap-on pronouns: she/her anatomy: afab parts: 1, 2, 3 /? dividers by: cafekitsune wordcount: 3,354

A/N: okay i know this is probably a lot later than you expected but it's here! i feel kinda nervous about posting again since it's been quite a long while since i posted a finished one-shot so interaction is very welcome and i hope you enjoy 😭 ♡ okay also the feather won't entirely make sense unless you have seen what it is based on which is this

do not interact if you are under 18

It’s not anxiety that twists in her gut as Rhaenyra Targaryen sits in the parlour. She sighs and swishes the deep red wine in her mouth. It runs over her tongue like the embodiment of wet desire. She relishes the slight bitterness but anticipation is stirring in her gut. She pouts childishly at the crystal glass cup while she listens (barely) to Alicent rearranging her cupboards in the kitchen. “–it blatantly does not make sense for your mugs to be in the same place as Joffrey’s cereal. We do not want to give him another excuse to try his coffee versus milk experiment. I don’t even want to comprehend where Daemon has put hi–” “She’s not here yet.” Rhaenyra interrupts with a whine and tosses her head back. Alicent rolls her eyes and checks her watch. 18:45 pm. She scoffs at her jittery lover. “It isn’t even seven yet. What university students do you know that are on-time? Certainly not Jacaerys and definitely not Aegon! I’m lucky that Daeron is taking an apprenticeship.” “But she is always early, it’s one of the things I like about her.” Alicent raises her brows. “That she is early?” “Yes!” Alicent’s hands rest on her hips and she sighs. “Because she is early, you want to drag those little screams out of her?” Rhaenyra rolls her eyes, which is the moment her girlfriend begins to pounce. Alicent leans closer to the aristocrat, the run of her cleavage following her. “Because she is early, your fingers slither up her thighs?” “Yes!” Rhaenyra’s eyes make contact with Alicent’s bosom as she exclaims her answer. Silence pitters before a snort escapes the woman with chestnut hair and Rhaenyra begins to smirk in amusement. Alicent slowly cups her lover’s face, tilting it upward. A teasing grin tilts Rhaenyra’s lips. “I love you.” She says slowly. “I love you too.” The Targaryen returns the sentiment with a lilt before Alicent dips down to kiss her pink lips. Alicent’s long nails glide up Rhaenyra’s jaw. “Good.” She breathes into her mouth, tongue preparing to slip past the seam of her lips but then just as she is teetering the edge, a familiar bell sounds. Instead of lessening the tension, it encourages it. The grin transfers. “I believe we have a guest.” She then sighs, rubbing a slow circle on Rhaenyra’s jaw as her silver haired companion slides a palm up her waist. “I believe we do.” She agrees.

You stand outside the large building, eyes scanning up, scaling the walls and anticipating the tension. You were reluctant to wear the clothes delivered to your apartment just four days prior; the pink dress pressing against your body like a second skin, a white fur jacket and kitten heels because in truth you hadn’t expected your relationship with the CEO of Iron Throne Industries, your best friend’s mother, to progress so far. For her to begin utterly spoiling you. This made the ‘your mama’ jokes from first year so much worse. You shake your head at the thought and swallow, digging your opal teeth into your lower lip. Then the door swings open and your head snaps to it. Your eyes are wide as you take in the sight. Rhaenyra is smiling that sly grin, her palm perched on the long doorway, the other cupping a wine glass while her body is wrapped in scarlet and coal. The dark and rouge velvet of her blazer washes over her shoulders like gushing water and you bite down harder. Sharp pain shoots through the flesh beneath your teeth but you don’t care because your stomach is twisting in ribbons of lust. The outline of her crimson lipstick sticks to her glass. “Good evening.” She greets, eyes carnivorous and tempting through thin slits. Your sights track along her ruby nails then blink the distraction away to stutter back. “Good evening, mommy.” You near-gulp as tingles shoot across your flesh. She tilts her head, all too aware of the effect she wields over you as skilled as a swordsman. “Why don’t you come inside?” She suggests, letting her tongue run over her lips as she tempts you with glistening eyes. Hesitation grapples your weak ankles for a moment but you both know you are far too deep to stop now and why would you want to? The fun is only beginning…

Alicent is slung across a plush black armchair, her legs winding at the arm of it. Your eyes instantly widen and you step back in surprise, your back hitting your girlfriend’s chest. She slowly creeps her hands onto your hips. “Miss Hightower!” You exclaim but she only chuckles at you while Rhaenyra hangs your coat. She has a long, shining pearl necklace that dips between her breasts. “Hello, dear.” Alicent’s sultry voice slithers off her tongue. “I was hoping you would be joining us tonight, one of us was starting to get a little impatient.” Her eyes cut to Rhaenyra as her lips twitch up into a winding smirk. Your face washes in rouge. “Well who could blame me?” She retorts, gravel in her throat as the intensity grows. The chestnut vixen raises her brows, amusement smooth across her expression. A pink hue washes over your face, it feels as though you are a sliver of fabric between them. Alicent stands, gracefully as ever, and approaches with a long smirk. Her cinnamon eyes flicker over your face, her hand also rising to cup your cheek. She turns it in her grasp. “My love was right, you are definitely the prettiest of Jacaerys’ friends.” You swallow at the mention of him, tensing. “Don’t worry.” She coos, leaning to kiss your cheek. “You would much rather one of us take care of you, wouldn’t you?” Her sweet, lilting voice almost distracts you from Rhaenyra’s hand which is sliding up your thigh. Her nails catch on the soft pink fabric of your short dress. “Is this the one that I bought for you?” She asks, grinning as her breath teases deliciously at your ear. Her words are mere whispers but they send a tremble over your flesh. “I told you that she was a good girl, didn’t I?” Alicent hums in agreement, on her palms laying to rest atop your hip. She squeezes it gently. “You like that do you?” Alicent tests with a purr, her wicked grin extending across her face. “Being our good girl? Our sweet, gorgeous girl? Gonna be so good for us?” You can’t speak, the breath catching in your throat so you just nod, eyes falling shut as easily as an autumn leaf. “Oh you like that do you?” Rhaenyra chuckles, stopping her hand cruelly just short of your core.

A gentle whine passes your lips petulantly as Rhaenyra’s fingers rub slow teasing circles and Alicent begins playing with the skin-tight fabric at your side. “Do you like Paris?” ALicent asks, delighting in the mewl you emit. “Be a good girl for us and we’ll take you there. We have a work trip coming up, don’t we, dearest?” Rhaenyra nods, nibbling at your neck and finally driving her fingers up to swirl over the thin pad of underwear beneath your cunt. A mewl of approval drips from your tongue. “You can be a good girl, can’t you?” Another nod tips your head but this time, Alicent’ hand reaches up into your hair and tugs it back. A gasp hitches from you and a pleasant tingle runs up your neck as Rhaenyra presses wet lips to the soft flesh. She sucks a deep maroon mark while your hands fumble at thin air for support. Alicent moves her hand away from your side to grasp one of yours, she squeezes it with a chuckle rumbling through her throat. “We could visit the Louvre,” Alicent coos, brushing back your hair and playing with the strands. “Have breakfast outside the Eiffel Tower, perhaps attend our events in the evening–” “Though you might struggle to escape me.” Rhaenyra purrs. “There is nothing I’d like better than to bend you over some pretty little railing looking out at the stars.” Alicent chuckles at the shiver that runs down your spine. “I knew you would like that idea.” Alicent pulls away only briefly but it flutters your eyes open all the same.

When you see her approach again, a familiar glass stamped with crimson lipstick is greeting you with the temptation of a sly snake. “Drink.” She demands, Rhaenyra taking it between her fingers to dip it between your plush lips. Alicent slowly slithers her hand up your thigh. “And to think this almost went to waste.” Rhaenyra tuts, watching as your throat bobs. There is something else that she would much rather you drink. She strokes your cheek and it isn’t long until your back is being pressed into the winding sofa, The soft velvet runs goosebumps along your warm skin, Rhaenyra’s hands squeeze your thighs, parting them with ease while Alicent kisses up your neck, your jaw, your cheek–anything she can reach. Her hot breath flows over you, tingles shoot up your spine. Lips kiss up your thigh and suddenly a chuckle bursts from your lover’s lips. “I knew you would be wet for me.” She purrs, tongue dipping out to glide over the slick greeting her. When she sees it invading your thin black thong, her index flicks under the fabric. She pulls it down, licking her lips at the sight of your mound. Alicent moves down to straddle your stomach, hands framing your face as Rhaenyra plays with you. A gasp parts your lips, her fingers are slightly cold from the glass and it tickles up your skin. Alicent chuckles and leans down to press your lips together. Just as your fingers are itching to line up her waits, a mewl slips from you. Rhaenyra tongue treads up your core.

Alicent tuts slowly. “I thought you were our good girl but you’re being so loud.” A smirk creeps over her face. “Here, sweet girl, we wouldn’t want to get you in trouble…” She removes her hand to unwind the pearl necklace from her neck, dipping her finger between her breasts to fish it out. It swings in the air with the gentleness of a breeze but she doesn't give it much time before letting it fall in a line into your mouth. Your breath hitches as your teeth latch onto them. “We simply must get you more of these.” Alicent chuckles before diving back to lay her lips against your neck, the pink marks blossoming. Rhaenyra’s patience wears thin and so her hands are quick to snatch either side of your dress and roll it up–just past your hips. Her fingers snap the opposing fabric of your thong and discard it with the ease of tossing old garbage. She supposes you will not be needing such things anymore anyway. Her lips lock around your clit, suck at the pearl but her tongue manages to slip inside your throbbing cunt. It teases with gentle ease, much like testing the limits of a new toy.

Your fists clench at the fabric of Alicent’s silk dress, your brows furrow as your lover plays with you and you feel. Your back arches, A needy whine rips through your lips, Alicent chuckling at your neediness. The pearls jangle as your teeth bite down harder on the connecting chain. Slowly Alicent begins to rock her hips back and forth, a pearl of her own rubbing against your stomach with unkempt eagerness. “Keep making those sounds and a punishment will be in order.” She warns, smirking, but the words barely shoot through your ears. Your nipples pebble in sensitivity, almost resembling the sharp jewels that your girlfriend adorns so commonly along her fingers. Rhaenyra’s tongue and Alicent’s hips move in tandem. Pink lips continue to kiss up your neck, a trail of wetness in the marks she leaves behind. Her palms glide up your middle until they can trace up your arms. Tingles shoot along your skin as her nails trip on your goosebumps. Eventually her hands come up to clasp your hands above your head, she locks them and kisses along your jaw. Rhaenyra’s tongue tickles up your slit slowly, becoming gentle when she hears Alicent’s mewls begin to stutter. A whine threads through your mouth. “Don’t be greedy, pet.” She chastises with a chuckle. Alicent’s lips stop on your jaw to let out a high preening moan against your lips. Her intense russet eyes meet your own half-lidded sights which only pulls her higher up to her peak. Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip but she releases a yelp as a short resounding smack echoes around you. Rhaenyra tuts as she moves away from your heat and soothes Alicent’s backside with slow strokes of her palm. “That’s better.” She sings and kisses up the length of your new lover’s back until finally turning her neck in her hand to kiss against her lips with rough care. Slowly Alicent peels off your body and is followed by Rhaenya, their lips beginning to clash for dominance.

Rhaenyra’s palms lock hard on Alicent’s hips and Alicent’s tangle like beasts into the river of Rhaenyra’s silver streaming hair. Your dazed gaze lands on them as their tongues dance in eagerness to argue despite no words. Instead, their lips smack and their teeth clash like swords…but when a soft whine leaves your lips, their shields come down. Their battle ceases long enough for their eyes to turn on you. Rhaenyra’s sharp eyes snap to you with an uncontrolled grace while Alicent’s glance over your face like a kitten exploring the jungle of her ancestors. “Don’t worry, pet.” She utters, a deep rumbling of gravel in her throat. “We haven’t forgotten about you just yet.” Rhaenyra’s body twists, her shoulders dropping and head tilting down so that her sights are almost predatory as they flit over your rumpled form. Your dress is hitched up and exposing the sensitivity between your legs, your lipstick is smeared and what once was matte is now wet and waiting. “And I hope you haven’t forgotten about this either.” You gasp as a long feather teases at your opening. Alicent chuckles and retorts. “How much was this again, sweetheart?” You tuck the lower of your lip between your teeth, the pearls begin to dribble down your form. She licks a stripe along her own as they do. “£110.” Rhaenyra answers smoothly, running the tickle up and down your tender flesh. A laugh escapes. “For that?” Alicent asks, almost aghast. “She claimed it ‘brightens the room’, almost refused to leave without it, my bratty girl.” Rhaenyra tuts and runs it down your body. “It might as well do something.”

Like a tiger she creeps forward, Alicent wandering to the side, her hands plant on either side of the sofa and peel your legs back apart. A whimper leaves you but she doesn’t react, instead she slowly pries the pearls from your plump lips and skips them down from your cleavage to your core until they hit at your clit. A gasp hitches your breath and your thighs flinch. She leans forward to look at the dripping mess you have become and runs the necklace along it. “Do you know how long I was waiting for you and this pretty pussy?” She purrs as she toys with you, teasing up your slick slit. She lifts her other hand to slap it. You yelp with a start but she is quick to soothe the hit with her tongue. Her eye contact never strays–she knows your body better than you do. Then out of the corner of your eye you can see a familiar Rhaenyra turns her head with a devilish smirk and when your eyes follow her direction you almost gasp. In her hands is a long and thick crimson strap-on within her hands. She grins with temptation. Rhaenyra’s hand glides to take it from her and lower to strap it around herself. Alicent’s movements are slow and smooth as she wraps around you from behind. Her hands dip to reclaim the pearls but this time instead of pushing them into your mouth, she takes your wrists and latches them together. You swallow. “You gonna be good for mommy?” Rhaenyra asks with high brows but you can see the tinge of apprehension. You had done everything with her but not this and it was safe to say that rarely does Rhaenyra start small. And yet, much like how this affair started, you surprise yourself. It isn’t hesitation that tenses your body, it’s excitement. You nod, you nod with eager eyes and even more eager lust. Her eyes darken again and a smirk lifts her lips. “I knew you were my good girl.” She praises while Alicent’s lips descend onto your neck.

Slowly, she plunges inside, the head of her cock running through your folds and tickling at your insides. Overwhelming fullness clenches your cunt and drinks the plastic in. A high moan is quickly swallowed as Alicent cranes your neck to slam her warm lips on yours. Her kiss is the opposite of delicate as her tongue pokes your mouth but there is a gentleness in her hand as it cups your face. Your legs ache as Rhaenyra pushes them further apart to give her access. She thrusts with animalistic fervour, as if in heat and desperate to probe even deeper. Alicent’s thumb lowers to rub at your pleading bud and delights in the breath that drives your lips into that beautiful shape. “Good girl,” Alicent coos as Rhaenyra pushes you closer and closer…Your head tosses behind you as intensity begs at you. Your bound hands lead your squirming to increase but when Alicent releases your face, she clutches at the side of your dress. It curls in her grasp as she squeezes the fabric. Rhaenyra’s hips rock back and forth, letting euphoria churn desperately. It is as though she is tying a knot in your lower stomach, tugging at every thrust but willing it to snap. To splinter, to break, to release. She wants to be the one who pushes you into your peak. The wet slapping of your cunt swallowing her in, doesn’t cease even as your slick splatters across your thighs. You can feel your binds even tighter on your skin. You can feel your resolve to keep quiet beginning to fracture.

Finally the hold is too tight to deny and Rhaenyra grins down at you, her fingers hiking your knee up to fall over her shoulder. She presses forward to kiss along your collarbone. It is an understatement to say that you are stained in their lipstick kisses and claimant marks. “Release for me.” She breathes into your ear and finally it snaps. The tie breaks in time with the pearls which scatter across the floor with the sounds of loose change. Your arms fly apart as a tornado of euphoria sweeps you inside. “That’s it.” Alicent purrs as you tremble against her body. “That’s it.” Pleasure wraps around you as tight as a vine but it isn’t constricting; instead it carries the same comfort of her arms which sweep around you as Rhaenyra gently glides out of your glistening core. Your head turns as pleasurable shivers overwhelm your body. Your sights travel over the scattered pearls while Rhaenyra winds you between herself and Alicent, sandwiching you. Alicent squirms so that she can wrap her arms around your waist as if you are a teddy bear. “Oh sweet one, I hope you don’t think this was only a one time thing...” She coos. Her breath flutters over your collarbone which only reminds you of your endeavours. Her fingers carefully slink into yours and she squeezes your hand lightly. She finds a pearl strewn in the space between your fingers. She tuts. “We’ll have to get you some of your own, pet.” Your eyes don’t have the willpower to stay open as you nestle back into Alicent’s warm arms. With the scent of Chanel and Byredo thick in your nose, you finally rest.

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