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kinktober day: one

summary: your stepmother, natasha, comes inside your room and fucks you hard while your mother is next door.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI dark!stepmom!nat, innocent!reader, rough smut, lost of virginity (r receiving), daddy kink, innocent kink, petnames, dirty talking, oral sex, fingerfucking, pervy!natasha, and natasha being a meanie in this one-shot.

notes: i will do one request tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one! it’s mildly creepy but, you know, natasha…

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Okay, hi! First of all, I absolutely love your blog! Maybe you could do something for Sister Jude/reader again? She’s so terribly underrated and I’m in the need for content like that😩😂😂

I’m so glad you asked. 👀

Sister Jude NSFW Headcanons:

She enjoys wearing lingerie, especially her special red one. It is Jude’s favourite for a reason, as it exposes so much of her and shows off her figure, but she loves it, even more, when you see her for the first time in it. You bought her another set, a cheeky grin on your face that was wiped off when Jude decided to thank you. 

Her topping most of the time. Jude prefers to dominate—she knows she’s the best and she likes to be in control. Sometimes, you would force her down and take care, which she doesn’t mind at all. 

Her liking it rough and passionate. A hand rubbing harsh circles on your clit or her fingers thrusting inside of you is the way to go. It also brings you closer to Jude, your hands clawing at her back, you trying to drag her mouth or hands toward your body. Jude also loves to tease you, edging you until you beg enough for her taste. 

She tries to keep quiet, but she’s on the loud side. If you have sex in Jude’s office—she knows she’s not supposed to, which sends a thrill up her spine—your name escapes her in a loud, high whine. Otherwise, she moans low and throatily and gasps. 

Her favourite kink is flogging and spanking. Jude just loves the sight of your red bottom, handprints and cane lines on your ass. However, she’ll always be sure to take care of you afterward and will dote on you. 

“Good girl, thank you for being so good for me.”

Is quite a fan of dirty talk. Jude would never dare to say such words, but something in you made her dark fantasies spill out. It gets you both wet instantly. 

“Oh, you little whore. We’re supposed to be holy but look at you, with your legs spread open so I can see your dripping cunt. And it’s all mine. You belong to me.”

Afterward, Jude would always get emotional. It’s still so surprising to her that you would love her, knowing all her flaws, and accepting her as she is. Sex has never been so intimate before, but there’s a special bond of trust and love between you two.

“You shouldn’t fall in love with a woman like me.”

“Too bad, beautiful, I already have.”

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*ੈ✩‧ nsfw headcanons ;

cate blanchett characters (wlw)

- female partner - they/them pronouns.

carol aird (carol, 2015)

- not a big fan of toys, she believes that skin contact is much more intimate and meaningful.

- ceo of scissoring and eating pussy.

- master in guiding masturbation.

- fingers her partner once in a while, not always because she likes to keep her nails long.

- will take advantage of her long nails and skillful mouth to mark her partner with scratches and hickeys. she'll say it wasn't on purpose, but it actually was.

- she won't admit it but she's extremely possessive, and that's why she's loves to leave her marks.

- she praises and sweet talks to her partner all the time, making sure they know how much she loves them.

- definitely a top, but a bottom for abby.

- not necessarily horny 24/7, but will certainly provoke her partner every chance she gets.

- basically vanilla, but never gets her partner bored in bed because they're always trying new positions and ways to make love.

- yes, making love (not fucking because she's a gentleman)

lou miller (ocean's 8, 2018)

- KINKY AS FUCK!!!

- likes to be called daddy.

- always wears a strap-on when she goes out with her partner, so she can fuck them in public.

- loves to punish partner with butt spankings just to see their flesh getting red to her hard strokes.

- overstimulates partner with vibrators until they're crying and begging her to stop.

- squeezes partner's throat just to see their desperate facial expressions.

- not ashamed to be vocal in bed, always blessing partner with her deep voice moans.

- her love language is talking dirty and degrading (and expensive gifts ofc)

- a top. period.

lydia tár (tár, 2022)

- 100% top and dom.

- loves to receive strap-on blowjobs and asks her partner to spit it wet so it slides well inside their pussy.

- obsessed with rhythm, so she will always be consistent with her pace (especially if it's playing background music, she'll stroke by the tempo of it).

- not really kinky, but always rough.

- "what would've you be without me, baby? poor you."

- WILL spank partner with a violin bow at the minor inconvenience.

- likes to be called daddy, master, etc...

- adores partner's thighs and will often use them as pillow.

- likes to hear her partner sounds, that's why she never say no to a phone sex session (wich she'll probably be secretly recording).

lady tremaine (cinderella, 2015)

- will treat parter as a slave in bed (maybe not only there).

- 100% dom, mostly power bottom, but also tops.

- face slaps and hair pulling = ♡

- feet kink unironnically.

- penetrates strange random objects into her partner's vagina because it's funny.

- forces partner to suck her fingers, toes and eat cum (either hers of theirs)

brie evantee (don't look up, 2021)

- SLUT!!!

- horny. always.

- laughs during sex.

- has tons of fuck buddies.

- loves quickies during little work breaks.

sheba hart (notes on a scandal, 2006)

- pillow princess.

- not a vanilla but not too much into bdsm.

- always screwing someone too young or too old, there are no middle ground.*🚓*

- likes to be adored with words, gestures, touches...

- oral queen & cum eater!!!

daisy fuller (the curious case of benjamin button, 2008)

- likes to have passionate sex while she's high.

- has a flexible body, which allows her to be bold when it comes to positions.

- loves to strip tease and lap dance.

jasmine (blue jasmine, 2013)

- very vocal during sex (i mean she almost wake up the whole neighborhood with her loud ass moans).

- fucking with tons of jewelry on and feel the cold temperature of it on warm skin>>>

- she also likes expensive hotel rooms with nice bedsheets.

#cate blanchett #carol aird #carol 2015 #tár #ocean's 8 #lou miller #lady tremaine #cinderella #notes on a scandal #don't look up #the curious case of benjamin button #blue jasmine #wlw #ns/fw #hcs

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What She Doesn’t Know — Fiona Goode

Summary: You're Fiona's dirty little secret. However, Cordelia has feelings for you and when Fiona finds out, she decides she has to do something about it.

Word Count: 1,514

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, fingering, unrequited Cordelia x Reader, Fiona is toxic af but we love her for it, skews slightly towards a fem!reader

At first, it was just sex. That’s all Fiona wanted, and you were all too happy to oblige. Her only rule was that no one could know about what went on between the two of you in the wee hours of the night. So, you were her dirty little secret. Fine. It almost made it all just a little bit hotter.

In the daylight, you went about your studies as usual, doing adequately enough in your attempts to master every aspect of a witch's power. You were neither excelling nor falling behind. Everything was running smoothly in your life. At least, that’s what you’d thought.

Despite your only slightly better than average capabilities, Cordelia began to take a special interest in tutoring you privately. You didn’t need her to, and you certainly didn’t ask. You figured she probably did this for several of the young witches here at Miss Robichaux’s, so why shouldn’t you take advantage of it?

The tutoring sessions did help you to improve faster, gaining a more considerable lead on the others in terms of both skills and your mastery of them. Cordelia seemed pleased to watch you excel and become one of her most promising students in years.

Yet the shared smiles and the extra attention she paid you went directly over your head. Sure, you may have a more natural aptitude for witchcraft than some of the other girls, but Cordelia's interest in your improvement was not purely professional. She was fond of you, even so far as to have a crush, though she deemed that particular term rather ill fitting and almost childish. Yet that’s what it was; a crush, whether she admitted it or not.

While Fiona didn’t often participate in teaching the students much of anything except how to keep out of her way, she did pass through often enough to catch on to her daughter's irritating way of singling you out. She’d seen you in her office more times than she cared to count, and she didn’t like it. For a while, she just shrugged it off. It wasn’t her problem what you did and with who. At least it wasn’t her problem until Cordelia started closing her office door.

Fiona had a habit of appearing where she wasn’t wanted and popping into Cordelia's office when she was sure her daughter wasn’t alone revealed to her more times than not, that it was you she was sharing that time with. Still, Fiona shouldn’t care right? She was more than clear on what you should expect out of being with her, and yet since it was Cordelia after your affection, it didn’t set well with her.

Nothing untoward had ever occurred between you and Cordelia. She wasn’t the type to push her feelings on you. She simply got to know you during the times you’d come to her office. She’d help you with your magic, talk, and wait to see what happened. You were bonding, that much she was sure of, but if you had any feelings for her, you hadn’t let on.

It was your adoration of Fiona that stopped you even noticing that Cordelia was trying to get you to warm up to her. You were painfully aware of Fiona's take on the matter of your feelings, but you couldn’t shove down your attraction to her and the desire to be close to her. So yes, maybe you continued seeing Fiona on her terms as a way to keep her in your life, but Fiona didn’t have to know that.

Late one Friday night, as you lay back on Fiona's bed, partially covered by Fiona's expensive choice in crisp white sheets, she surprised you. "I want you to come to me for your lessons from now on," she said into the darkness. She hadn’t even turned to you, you realized, as your eyes drifted over to her laying beside you, the soft moonlight coming through the window outlining the silhouette of her face still looking up towards the ceiling.

"Okay," you agreed, perhaps too readily, but she didn’t question you on it.

Within the week, she already had you drifting away from Cordelia, leaving her poor daughter confused and —dare she say— upset for not seeing you as often. You were much more content with Fiona as your teacher. The ease with which you understood one another served you both well. Fiona never saw herself as much of a mentor, but with you it came to her quite naturally. And lessons would often fade away into drinks, conversation and inevitably, sex.

Another night, nearly two weeks into having Fiona as your personal mentor, in your post coital bliss, she surprised you again. It seemed she was making a habit of this. "She loves you, you know."

"Who?"

"My darling daughter," Fiona remarked, though no love came along with those words.

You shook your head in disbelief. "No. She doesn’t—"

But Fiona headed off your protest with yet another shock to your system. "You're mine. Understand?" A reflexive shiver ran through you body, and your mouth went dry as you tried to choke out a response. Fiona turned to you, propping herself up on an elbow. "Was I somehow not clear?"

"Yours. I—I’m yours," you finally managed. The smile Fiona gave you after you said those words made you want to kiss her so bad that your whole body seemed to ache for it. But Fiona didn’t let you kiss her, not really, not properly, so you bit your tongue to quell the urge.

In the following days, Fiona became progressively more possessive of you. You’d spend most of your time away from the other witches, taking all your training from Fiona. She’d almost flaunt you around Cordelia, despite your relationship —or whatever it was— still being a secret from her and everyone else. You could see the jealousy start to bubble from within Cordelia that Fiona had taken you right out from under her. The fact that you had no relationship outside of being student and mentor meant that she didn’t have the power to say anything to Fiona about it. You were still being taught, and by the supreme no less, so if she were to complain, she’d have to out her feelings for you in the process.

It all seemed like a game to Fiona, but you were falling more and more in love with her by the day. All she wanted was to frustrate Cordelia, lord her power over her and take away the one thing she loved. You. You were but her all too willing victim in this, and you were in too deep to stop. No matter how little Fiona gave, you took it.

You didn’t want to hurt Cordelia. She was nice, and you thought for a while you’d been on your way to becoming friends. All that stopped the moment Fiona told you that her daughter had been harboring feelings for you. Now you were but a toy for Fiona to dangle above Cordelia's head until she finally snapped, and Fiona knew exactly how she was going to sever that final thread that held Cordelia's composure together.

Under cover of night you slipped into Fiona's room and soon found yourself in her bed yet again. She wore a short black negligee and nothing else as you soon found out when she lowered herself onto your thigh. You were naked under her, and it wasn’t long until you were fully lost to the sensation of Fiona's fingers filling you. So much so that you failed to hear Fiona's bedroom door creak open. It was an intentional use of her power, cracking the door open just as Cordelia would be taking her usual route past her room on her way up to bed. "Say my name," Fiona whispered in your ear. Her breath was hot on your neck as she placed a kiss there causing you to squirm underneath her.

"Fiona," you breathed.

"Louder. Like you mean it," she amended. If you timed this just right, Cordelia would be right outside the door to hear you, and see you come apart at her hand, just the way she wanted it.

"Fiona," you cried, as she curled her fingers inward. She knew your body well enough by now to practically get you to come on command. The moment was upon you now. Cordelia's light footsteps had paused as she reached the top of the stairs. Time for Fiona to make her final move. The orgasm Fiona had brought about in you overwhelmed your senses, and you’d almost forgotten her instructions. "I love you, Fiona." The words poured from your mouth before you had a clear enough mind to stop them.

Cordelia's glance through the door was only noticed by Fiona, who knew enough to look for it as she passed. You were still trembling beneath Fiona as Cordelia's eyes filled with tears. Fiona had taken everything from her, but she never knew that you weren’t even hers to start with. You’d always belonged to Fiona and you always would.

For anon

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poly relationship with delia & mina (hcs)

SFW

Venable is considered the “breadwinner”

Cordelia is more of the “housewife”

And they both care for you

Because you’re their baby girl

But everyone really plays an equal role in the relationship

Cordelia enjoys cooking often, whenever she has the time

Her duties as the Supreme of the Coven as well as the headmistress of the academy often take her away

Just as Venable is often caught up in papers and odd errands from her work

But they both do their best to make quality time for you and each other

You’ll give them both massages at the end of long days

Cordelia is the one to care for either of you if you fall ill

Her mother hen really emerges

Venable pretends it annoys her

But you both know she actually appreciates it

There isn’t much downtime for you to just enjoy each other’s company

But you make the best of it when it’s available

Sometimes you’ll sit or lie down together and watch TV or a movie

And cuddle

Or you’ll sit down for a meal together

Small kisses and caresses are shared constantly

Whether it’s just a peck on the cheek or a brush of the hand

You try to always part with a brief but soft kiss to the lips

There is honestly so much love shared between the two of you

The power of it combined would have been enough to destroy the Antichrist from its purity

If love and sacrifice worked how it did in the Harry Potter universe

Any of you would sacrifice yourselves for the other two

In a heartbeat

(So it better not come down to that)

NSFW

Cordelia and Venable are always dominant

There are very few occasions where either will step down to submit

Especially to you

You’re their baby girl in bed

Or their “precious little whore,” when they’re both feeling a little kinkier

They’re never really all that rough

Sometimes they do employ some punishment

Venable mostly deals those out

But occasionally Cordelia will enjoy spanking you

Just not very hard

They love trying different positions with you

Especially to see what Venable can and cannot do with her back

One of their favorites is with Venable lying or sitting back, you eating her out and/or fingering her, while Cordelia takes you from behind

The strap-on could almost be a staple in your sex life

Cordelia also loves to have you ride her thigh while Venable worships your body

Venable likes to degrade you softly

But never anything too harsh

While Cordelia is more for praising your dirty deeds in bed

Both enjoy leaving their marks on you and each other

Nothing lasting or damaging though

And neither of them are willing to stop until the other two have orgasmed

You’re allowed to fool around with just one of them if the third is unavailable

But it’s not as fun

So you always like to wait

Together they leave you sated enough to last months without sex

If any of you could go without touching each other for that long

You rarely go for more than a week without getting intimate under the sheets

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requested by anon: any sarah character / falling for your professor / happy ending

pairing: diane sherman x reader

note: reader is not a minor so it’s legal bffs!

word count: 2100

The end of the year was approaching and it wasn't as exciting as it typically is. Graduation was soon and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to count down the days with exhilaration. You wanted to leave school finally, yes, but you couldn't leave her.

Miss Sherman had been your English instructor for the entire year now. You had never got too close to any teachers throughout the years, but Miss Sherman was different. Almost as if she wanted to get close to you.

You had spent many after school hours with her -even if you didn't need extra help on assignments or the lesson. You would stay to help her, and maybe even fake stupidity so she could teach you one on one.

Your many absences had nearly disappeared at this point. You wanted to come, every single day, just so you could see her.

The bell rang and the class cleared out. You rushed to shove your papers into your bag as the room become quiet. "Y/n, can you stay back for a minute, honey?" Honey. She always called you that. You could say she called everyone that or she was just saying it to be nice, but if you looked back on the way she addresses other students, you’d be lying.

You hummed your approval and once your shaky hands managed to shove your folder into your bag, you placed it on your back and walked up to her desk.

She looked up at you and smiled, for just a moment it was silent. And you think your brain might explode with these long stream of thoughts. She leaned her elbows on her desks and propped her head in her hands. She’s in the perfect position for you to kiss her, and you’re right there, and nobody else is around. But you quickly shake those thoughts away. That is extremely inappropriate.

“You seemed very lost in your thoughts today. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Her voice was gentle and her eyes softened as she spoke. Everything about her was so welcoming and she felt just like the feeling of coming home after a long day. “Are you okay,” she asked, seriously this time.

You cleared your throat and nodded. In fact, not okay. It was far too difficult to pay attention with the blouse she wore today. The cut, not risqué, but lower than usual. “I’m fine. I’m just really tired.”

“Are you sure you’re just tired, sweetie? You don’t seem like yourself. Very flustered and on-edge.” If she wasn’t being so sweet, you would’ve thought that she was out to get you.

You fiddled with the straps of your bag. A nervous habit that you picked up on. Her eyes adverted to your hands and she noticed how fidgety you were being. “Positive. My mind was just running a lot last night and I couldn’t seem to shut it off.”

“Alright,” she smiled. You knew she wasn’t fully content with your answer, but she decided to let it slide. “Well you know i’m here for you if you ever want to talk.”

“I know. Thank you, Miss Sherman. Bye, have a nice weekend.” You begin to walk back out of the classroom, just as your name was called again. You turned back around and she was closer than you anticipated.

She seemed to be unfazed by the closeness of it all, but you were sure that she could hear your pounding heart. “Almost forgot; there’s a paper due on Mon—”

And, fuck, she looked so pretty close up like this. You tried your hardest to hold yourself back, you really did, but you truly wanted to sleep tonight and you couldn’t if all you could think about is how would her lips feel against mine.

You did it. You stood on your toes, because she was just a little bit taller than you, and kissed her. Simple and sweet, but there was no denying that it happened.

She looked shocked, and you weren’t sure if she was appalled or flustered. She was certainly trying to find something, anything to say. But before she could, you were already running out the door. “Shit! I’m— i’m so sorry, Miss Sherman.”

Diane stood there, beyond puzzled. You didn’t even give her the chance to kiss you back. If only you had waited just a moment longer.

-

Diane found you walking home from the school. Often times, she took another root, but she was running late leaving today and there would've been too much traffic. She wouldn’t have been home for another two hours from now. There was a frown on your face, a difficult look for the older woman to ignore. She was only trying to help, really— "Y/n! Need a ride?"

You turned to look into the car. You were startled at first; an unfamiliar voice calling your name. But you saw darkened amber locks and soft brown eyes shimmering as a golden river. You didn't hesitate to hop into the car.

And you should’ve. You really should’ve hesitated. Because not even an hour ago you were kissing the woman.

Still, you discovered solace in the warmth of her vehicle. The forth month of the year was warm but the evenings still chilled out anyone with a shirt shorter than the length of their arms.

Diane still had difficulty noting the cause of your gloomy aura. She decided to ignore your sorrow face and focus on the road ahead. The conversation was directed elsewhere, and you could finally take a deep breath. "What happened to your car?"

You looked over at her again and she looked nearly glad that you were walking. That she so happened to catch you when she could help out. "It's in the shop. It broke down yesterday evening."

"You could've asked me to drive you home, you know."

You leaned back and sighed. Her seats were so soft, so much so that you could fall asleep. Yet, your eyes remained wide open. Your mind ran too fast and your heartbeat thrummed in your chest so loud that you could hardly hear the words coming out of her mouth.

"I didn't entirely know if we are on speaking terms." You looked at the window to give off the impression that you didn't care about the conversation being held. But you did care. You care so much about everything and nothing.

"Of course we are, y/n. I'm your teacher—"

"Miss Sherman—"

"—Diane," She corrected you, yet stern as if she were talking to a misbehaving student. She is. You have to remember that.

"Exactly, Diane. I think we both know that it's much more than that." Your house came into view and she pulled into the driveway. Neither of you decided to make a move and it was then that you discovered that you were allowed to leave. “Like that time you kissed my forehead, or how you only call me honey and sweetie. It’s so much more, Diane.”

It was left at that. Neither of you wanted to admit the solemn truth because you both knew what you were doing to each other was wrong. Nevertheless, neither of you could find it in yourselves to care of stopping.

You wanted her, and she wanted you. That was that.

-

The following day, your feet dragged down the hallway to the English room. It was as if your ankles were locked in weighted shackles.

You were the last one to walk in. Everyone was already seated and chattering. Still, Diane watched you as you sat down, only making eye contact for a mere moment until you broke it. Her expression was unreadable which had to have been worse than anything. You had to sit there while she taught, unable to focus on the story on the board because of your own romance with your forbidden lover.

You suffered in this torture until you eventually excused yourself to the bathroom. You just needed a break, and frankly, you weren't sure that you would go back to class.

You sat in silence and held back rivers in your eyes so your mascara wouldn't smudge. It was until then that you heard the bathroom door open again. You rolled your eyes, aware that anyone who goes into the bathroom is only using it to smoke it out.

Gentle footsteps walked towards the last stall. The one you sat in. Steps as soft as if the person was floating rather than stepping. "Y/n?" The voice called out in a hushed whispered. Contained and hastily, as if your name was forbid to say.

You stood up and brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your shirt. You made no effort to walk out of the stall. You wanted her to find you herself. "Y/n, is that you?"

A her knuckles knocked against the stall door, echoing in the empty bathroom. You clear your throat and finally spoke up, "Yes it's me." Still, you could not bring yourself to open the door. You didn't want to see the face that you were disallowed to have. It pained you too much.

"Can I come in," there was hesitance in her voice, "I just want to talk to you." Your throat got caught up somewhere in your vocal cords. You opted to just unlock the door and move to the side for her to squeeze in.

There was not enough space between either of you, yet you felt two world apart. She gazed into your eyes, you don't know what she was trying to seek in them, but you assumed she was feeling the same things you were. Lust, desire.

It was a matter of seconds before she was kissing you. Or you were kissing her. You couldn't remember. Everything was foggy and you were caught up in a haze of the sweet vanilla taste of her.

You pulled away when you were brought to your senses by her hand on your waist. You were mere inches apart and you just wanted more of her but there were things to be said. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"There are so many things that I want to say to you," she exhaled some air. Her warm breath tickled your face, "but let's start with this."

And then she was on you again, but you weren't mad at it. You encouraged it. Urged in on. You ached for her. When her hand brushed against the hairs on the back of your neck, you arched your body closer.

You parted your lips and her tongue did not shy away from entering, exploring every inch of you. You moaned into the sensation, tugged on her shirt for something for your hands to do.

After nearly seeing heaven, you both caught your breaths in parting. She brushed away the stray hairs on your face, looking at you with a smile that could only be described as love.

"If that's what wanting to talk to me means," you took a deep breath and gulped, hard, "then please never shut the fuck up."

She belly laughed at you but then the school bell rang and it sent her into a slight sense of panic. "Shit, the class." She pulled away and everything suddenly felt cold. "Meet me at my car after school." She fixed up her hair with a simple flattening hand and winked at you.

Then she was gone, leaving you there with a pounding heart and aching lips.

-

The end of the day came slower than you cared to admit. The hands on the clock passed as slow as if a snail was dragging it along. And you wanted to curse her for doing this to do.

Yet you still found yourself racing to the parking lot as soon as the obnoxiously loud bell rang in your ears. You never thought that you would want to hear that bell this badly before.

The redness on your cheeks pulsed and the cool breeze could not seem to settle that. Your heart beat; loud and heavy like a band banging on their drums. You could say that your rapid pulse was from walking so speedily, but you would be lying about that.

You could spot her leaning against her car with her arms crossed at her chest. She was grinning, ear to ear. A sly look on her face was prominent and helped you discover that she just wanted you.

You didn't know what had altered her perception on the relationship, but you didn't really want to know right now.

You walked up to her, body warmth radiating between you with the press against each other. You were her girl and you didn't want to hide that. She grabbed the back of your head and lightly pulled you closer by that. You touched her lips with your own, soft and sweet. And that was the moment you knew.

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fall to pieces (cordelia goode x fem!reader x wilhemina venable)

warnings: smut, threesome, mommy kink, caning, spanking, reader giving, degradation, fingering, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, dom!delia & dom!mina

Sometimes girls just needed to have a little fun. Especially when their mommies were too busy to give them adequate attention.

It had been weeks, edging closer to months now, since Delia and Mina had spared you more than a brief kiss in passing. They both had a lot piled on their plates and did not have much time for anything but work. You understood and tried patience, but after so long, you just felt neglected.

What better way to regain their attention than to act out?

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If you are taking requests or even writing, could I get a Bella fluff? Or smut.

warnings: overstim, clit play, female receiving oral, crying, shower sex, and dirty talk/slight praise.

also a/n: the gif isn’t actually her as bellatrix, but she looks cute and it gave me vibes so we’ll roll with it

♥︎──

the scalding water hit your skin, making burning red marks. just the way bellatrix liked. the shower you shared with her echoed with your moans and cries of pleasure, propped up onto the wall with your legs wrapped around her neck. bellatrix’s hands gripped your ass so firmly that deep red handprints could be seen just beneath the steam you and your love’s shower was emitting.

she moved her tongue inside of you, dipping it between your warm folds. “bella,” you moaned, tugging handfuls of her wet black hair. she continued to eat you out like you were her last meal in azkaban and you came undone. “merlin, fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you tried to grab onto the wall for support but it was too slippery and you gripped bellatrix’s hair once more, riding out your orgasm on her shoulders and bucking against her mouth.

you screamed loud enough for anyone in the area to hear and cried out as bella’s movements didn’t falter. she swallowed your cum, lapping it up with the biggest smirk playing at her lips. “my, my, you came so well, darling,” she started to rub at your swollen clit and you threw your head against the wall, giving her a high-pitched moan in response. “i think my love can take one more.” you locked eyes with her, giving her eyes a frightening glint of mischief. “and if she can’t, then too bad.”

without allowing any time for you to recover, she glued her open mouth to your pussy, sloppily unraveling you yet skillfully grazing her teeth over you to make you shudder. she bit softly at your clit and a tear made its way down your cheek. you bit your lip to stifle the pained moan that was going to escape you but failed as bellatrix dipped her tongue deeply into your entrance.

she fucked you, moving swiftly with your taste and hummed in content with each of your screamed moans. “cum again, baby, don’t make me punish you,” bella cooed, sucking and biting at your thigh. she rubbed your clit through your unexpected orgasm and you let out a sob, moaning all the while. “good girl,” she purred, smiling contently and rested her forehead on your waist.

about to let you down and clean you up, bellatrix eyed you and rose an eyebrow at your protest. “bella, wait,” you reached out to stroke her cheek, shaking from the overstimulation. “i can cum again, eat me out again.” a wide grin tugged at the corners of her mouth and she indulged you, shaking her head in adoration. “dirty, dirty girl.” she licked up from your abused slit to your throbbing clit and planted a kiss between your cunt’s lips.

“you, my dear, know just how to make a woman’s morning. and for that, you’ll cum twice more.”

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You’ve got me tied down (NSFW)

Wilhemina Venable x fem!reader

A/N: Hello. I know I said I’ll be taking a break from fic writing but I just can't resist this one. Did I write this instead of my assignment? Yes. Title from Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction

WARNINGS: 18+. NSFW. SMUT. PWP. D/s themes.

MINORS DNI

“Ms. Venable? There’s a man here claiming to have an appointment with Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter. Shall I send him up?”

The receptionist’s calls went on Wilhemina’s one ear and out in the other as she leaned her head back against her chair with a pleased hum.

Glancing down at your head between her thighs, her breath hitched as your tongue made contact with her cunt. You were underneath the table in Venable’s office where anyone could walk in on the two of you. Not like Wilhemina cares, but she’d rather keep this between the two of you.

“I love seeing you like this, pet.”

Venable rasped as she carded her fingers through your hair, harshly tugging at the base of your skull, a warning for you to stop your teasing.

The receptionist called again, “Ms. Venable? He said his name is Mr. St. Pierre Vanderbilt and he has an appointment with-”

“Yes. Yes, send him up.”

If your tongue weren’t busy lapping up Wilhemina’s folds, you would have chuckled at the lack of sarcastic quip she sent in the receptionist’s way. A surge of pride coursed in your veins knowing you have an effect on the purple dragon, as everyone in the building calls her. Instead, you moaned against her cunt, peering at her through your lashes as her eyes rolled back.

Venable straightened her blouse and cleared her throat as the man entered her office.

“Good afternoon, I'm here to see Jeff Pfister and Mutt Nutter.”

The hand that was in your hair found its way back on the top of the table. “Very well. Let me call my assistant so she can show you the way.”

She leaned back against her chair, the telephone handset in her ear. Her eyes sought yours, raising an eyebrow at you encouraging you to finish your job.

Always eager to please her, you responded by sucking her clit and pushing a finger inside. This earned you a surprised “Oh” as you feel her clench your finger.

“Oh- Okay. I see.”

She was quick to cover her moan before slamming the telephone back. “I’m terribly sorry for keeping you wait. It seems as though my assistant Y/N had left her place and has better things to do. I’m afraid you will have to go to their office by yourself. It’s that way.”

“It’s fine. Thank you.”

Mr. St. Pierre Vanderbilt replied and went in the direction Wilhemina showed him. When she was sure he was out of sight and earshot, her hand quickly tugged at your hair, shoving you impossibly closer to her dripping cunt.

“You’re in trouble, pet. Now be a good girl and I’ll consider rewarding you instead.”

Arousal was pooling in your panties as she tightened her hold on your hair and ground her pussy against your face, chasing her approaching orgasm. You never strayed your eyes on her face, always loving the blissed-out reaction. You moaned, the vibrations sending Wilhemina into ecstasy.

She pulled her chair away so she can see you. You on your knees, the lower half of your face glistening with her juice, and your eyes blown dark was a sight Wilhemina Venable will never be tired of.

“Come here. Kiss me, little one.”

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Next to you

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Words: 2,576

Warnings: this is nsfw and not at all what I usually write

Notes: this was so far out of my comfort zone.. I apologize!

But here we go, as requested by @talulahmae - some Mina x Reader lovemaking.

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You could feel the growing headache even before you opened your eyes. Your whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck and your throat was in desperate need of some water. Your stomach felt like it had been pumped and all you could think about was some greasy food to cure the nausea.

When you were finally able to open your eyes you were immediately blinded by the sun making its way through the windows. You let your hand roam over the mattress, groaning, looking for your phone. When you touched something warm and soft, you flinched.

Another body occupied the space next to you. Your eyes opened fully and you sat up straight, your hand holding your head upright. All you could see were the red locks running over the other woman’s bare back. When you noticed her crooked spine you felt your whole body constrict, sweat breaking out on your forehead. You had slept with your mothers boss.

You climbed out of bed, making your way to the kitchen to make some coffee for both of you. Slowly, your memories came floating back to you, leaving you confused and unsure about what you were supposed to do now.

*

It had all started weeks ago when your mother, Cordelia, had gotten a job at some Robotics firm. Since that day she never once had stopped complaining about her new supervisor, Ms. Venable. Every night she had let you in on her conflicted emotions, her inner imbalance.

Your mother was the sweetest, kindest and calmest person you had ever encountered. She would rarely lose her temper or raise her voice, nor had you never before her speak about a person the way she was speaking about her new boss. It was just so out of character for her and that made you curious.

When your mom had forgotten her lunch one day you had decided to visit her at her new workplace to find out who this Ms. Venable really was. You already had a speech prepared, ready to stand up for your mother who did not deserve to be treated unkindly.

As you walked through the halls of Kineros Robotics you couldn’t help but notice how sterile the whole place felt. There was no decoration and everything was white. You took the elevator to the 11th floor - your mom having mentioned that she worked there.

Right when the elevator dinged a huge desk appeared at the end of a long hallway. Behind it you could see a woman dressed completely in purple and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. From what you had gathered, this must be Ms. Venable.

You walked down the hallway right to her desk and came to a halt in front of her. She was beautiful. Her long, fiery red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. On her delicate nose she wore some high fashion glasses. Her eyebrows were framing her thin face, lining along perfectly with her big brown eyes. Her lips were pursed, giving you an annoyed look which did not lessen her beauty in any way.

“Can I help you?”, you let your weight shift from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling nervous. “I’m here to see my mother. Cordelia Goode.”, your voice sounding a lot more confident than you were feeling, holding Ms. Venable’s gaze.

“Who would’ve thought that incompetent woman was able to produce such pretty offspring?”, she smirked, “And why do you need to see her, pretty one?”

“I’m bringing her lunch.”, you timidly smiled at her. “But maybe I could take you out to lunch after?”, you had no idea where your confidence suddenly came from, but when she nodded you didn’t really care.

Things progressed from there. Whenever you would come to Kineros Robotics Ms. Venable would go to lunch with you. Your mother had been furious at first, but when she realized Ms. Venable had changed - from degrading her to ignoring her - she had felt relieved.

*

As the coffee brewed and the smell invaded your nose you thought back to last night. How things had changed between you and Wilhemina.

*

It had been a completely boring, normal Saturday. You had spent the day running errands, helping out your mother with some work in the house that had to be done and after you had visited your favorite coffee shop to read.

You had met an old friend there who begged you to go out that evening. You hadn’t really felt like drinking but figured that it could be fun and after working all week you deserved to blow off some steam.

Everything was fine until the shots had rolled in - they had made your head spin, your walk wobbly and left you feeling nauseous. As you were emptying your stomach over the toilet you suddenly felt soft hands rubbing your back.

You only realized it hadn’t been your friend when you had turned around, your loopy grin meeting Ms. Venable’s knowing smile. She had encircled your waist, guiding you out of the crowded club and into the night where she hailed you a cab. Then you didn’t really remember what happened in between you wanting to go home and you having sex with her in your small apartment on 43rd Street.

Fingertips were ghosting over your exposed skin, your whole body coming alive. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, could feel every muscle in your body constrict.

You were already soaked even though you were still wearing all your clothes. “Please.”, you let out, your voice hoarse and low.

Ms. Venable hovered over you, a playful grin plastered on her luscious lips. “Wouldn’t you like that?”, she smirked while she let her fingernails lightly scratch your neck before she planted a soft kiss right below your left earlobe.

She fumbled with the button of your jeans, desperate to take off the disturbing garment. As soon as she had managed to unbutton you, you shimmied out of your jeans, leaving you laying in front of her - clad only in a black thong and T-shirt. She smiled and motioned for you to sit up so she could remove your shirt.

You had been wearing nothing underneath, leaving you almost completely exposed in front of her. Ms. Venable licked her lips, her eyes roaming over your body and you could feel yourself get even wetter just by looking at her. She looked at you hungrily, like she was a wild animal about to hunt down her prey.

Slowly you sat up, leaning on your elbows so you could meet her gaze. “I want you naked.”, you raised an eyebrow, almost daring her.

Ms. Venable looked away and put some space in between you and her. She sat on the edge of the mattress, staring straight ahead.

“Mina?”, you were worried and didn’t really know what you had done wrong. You scooted over to sit next to her, sloppily letting your hand rest on her thigh. “Did I do something wrong?”

Wilhemina shook her head, her eyes fixed on the floor. You felt the alcohol slowly wearing off, your only focus being the woman in front of you.

“I’m.. I can’t undress.”, she whispered, still refusing to meet your gaze, “I’m bruised. Crippled.”

You knelt down in front of her so she would have to look at you. You wobbled a little but soon found your balance, your hands intertwining with hers. “Why would you ever say that?”, you could feel yourself getting emotional for you were not able to figure out why she would ever talk about herself in such a vile way.

“I have scoliosis. My back.. I had some operations which proved to be unsuccessful and now.. it’s not pretty.”, she gave you a crooked smile but her eyes finally settled on yours. Your hand gently cupped her cheek while you caressed the soft skin with your thumb. “You’re beautiful no matter what, Mina. Your back doesn’t define you. Let me make love to you. Let me be loved by you. All of you. I want your skin on mine, every single inch of it.”

She took a hard look at you, her eyes looking for lies in your gaze. And when all she saw was honesty and gentleness, she gave you a small nod before she captured your lips with hers.

It was a soft kiss, tender. More a promise than anything else. You let her set the pace, your lips moving with hers like a light breeze through the leaves on the trees. Your palm still on her cheek, ghosting over her porcelain skin.

When you opened her purple blouse, slowly, your eyes never left hers. You wanted to make sure that she was okay with it, that she wanted you as much as you wanted her.

As you had finally freed her from her blouse, you let your lips wander over the skin of her neck, your hands gently resting on her small waist. You could feel her pulse, could feel the tension in her body and wanted nothing more than for her to relax. In a swift motion you unclasped her bra, easing her down onto the mattress so you could straddle her.

“So beautiful.”, you let your lips explore her clavicle, nibbling on the soft skin of her collarbone. Your hands wandered up and down her sides, desperate to tour every inch of her body, not wanting to leave any space unloved.

Softly, you cupped her breasts with your hands, flicking her nipple with your index finger. She had closed her eyes, her mouth slightly opened while she was breathing heavily. You smiled to yourself as you replaced one of your hands with your mouth, your tongue drawing circles around her hardened bud.

Wilhemina let out a soft moan as one of her hands found it’s way into your hair, holding on gently. While you continued your gentle caress on her nipple you let one of your hands wandern downwards, traveling to the button of the pants she was wearing. When you discovered that they basically slid down her legs without you having to do much work, you hummed contentedly.

When you were sure that you had shown her breasts enough love, you made sure to kiss every inch of her soft belly while your hands tenderly held her in place, stroking the soft skin of her hipbone gently. You wandered down, desperately wanting to taste the beautiful woman writhing underneath you - but she stopped you.

“I want to look at you. I want to touch you.”, she whispered as she let her hands glide down the soft curve of your back, resting on your hip. You gave her a loving smile and met her lips in a tender kiss once more.

As you felt her hand cupping your folds you let out a low moan, your tongue begging for entrance. You kissed her passionately as she stroked your wetness, enjoying the feeling of her hands on you.

Your hands found her center and you ever so gently let your fingertip ghost over her hardened clit before you carefully insert a digit into her. She moaned loudly, one of her hands finding the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss before she hid her face in the curve of your neck.

She entered you slowly, trying to get a feeling for what you like. She pulled two fingers in and out of you while she let her thumb flick over your clit. You could not hold back anymore, moaning loudly as you met her movements, barely able to hold yourself up but also not wanting to stop looking at the woman underneath you.

You could tell that Ms. Venable was close as well, her back arched whenever you just so let your finger stroke her clit a little longer, whenever you pumped into her just a little faster.

“I’m so close.. “, you moaned as your eyes found hers again, “I want to see you come, beautiful.”

Wilhemina kept her eyes on you, meeting yours. You increased your tempo and as you felt her walls tighten around your fingers, her back arching off the mattress and her hand tenderly pulling your hair - you let your release wash over you as well.

As you came down from your high you laid down next to Mina. She had managed to regulate her breathing but remained unmoving. You wondered if you had done something wrong, had hurt her in any way - yet you were afraid to ask.

Slowly she looked at you, her eyes hesitant, almost scared. “Are you okay?”, she whispered as she let her gaze settle on the ceiling.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”, you asked quizzically.

“You’ve seen the monster.”, her voice was barely above a whisper and if the room had not been completely silent you wouldn’t have heard her.

Your heart broke for the woman next to you. She seemed so different from what you had heard about her. Ms. Venable had shown you kindness when you didn’t deserve it, had taken care of you when you were too drunk and had lost your friends, had called you a cab only to stay the night with you because she worried about you feeling lonely.

You turned a bit to look at her and opened your arms, inviting her to come closer, to find solace in your embrace. When she scooted closer and let herself be held, her head resting on your shoulder while she let her arm rest over your stomach, you were a little surprised. You let your hand run over her sides, loving the way goosebumps appeared on the skin you had touched.

“Thank you. For letting me stay here with you. For…. For holding me.”, she whispered as she buried deeper into you, desperate to find comfort, love, care.

After a while of just laying there you realized that Mina had fallen asleep while she had plastered soft kisses on your neck. You threw the blanket over your little cocoon before you too drifted off to sleep.

*

You were awoken from your daydream by Wilhemina entering your kitchen. She had put one of your college sweatshirts over herself and your mind was going straight to wondering if she was wearing anything underneath it. You gave her a timid smile, not really sure about how she was feeling about everything that had happened.

“Stop worrying. It gives you wrinkles.”, she smiled at you as she came closer and took the cup of coffee you had held out to her. “I don’t regret anything.”

You felt relief wash over you and wondered when you had gotten attached to your mothers boss. Probably somewhere in between shared lattes and croissants. “I don’t regret anything either, Mina.”

Now you saw her visibly relax, a huge weight apparently being lifted off her shoulders. “Thank you. Really.”, she blushed.

You let out a tiny laugh. Who would have thought that the stoic, mean and seemingly untouchable Ms. Venable would have such a soft side to herself. You held out your hand and pulled her into a tender hug when she took it, holding her close. She let her head fall to your shoulder, placing a kiss where ever she could reach.

“Let me take you out to dinner?”, she whispered, holding you close and hiding her face. “I’d love nothing more than that.”

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Smeared Lipstick - Karen Wheeler

Summary: Karen sees the way fem!reader looks at Nancy and wants to be looked at the same way again. 

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Age gap, fingering, oral (f receiving), hidden sexuality, and cheating on Karen’s part

A/N: Lmfao we’ll assume Ted is the heaviest and lengthiest sleeper ever.

Also, this is set a bit after season four (volume one) with Nancy, who met reader, in college.

“So…who do you like more? Steve or Jonathan?”

Nancy rolled her head to look over at you and gave you one of her most pitiful expressions. You could tell she was all sorts of torn up over who filled the most of her heart.

“I…I don’t know. Ugh! Does that make me a shitty person?” She asked.

You understood that she greatly cared for both guys and had equal meaningful connections, which made it all the more difficult to pick. It was just the whole choosing part that made her feel icky. She didn’t much like having to pick one or the other. It was incredibly hard, almost impossible, to say one guy was greater than the other.

“No,” You said as you reached between your bodies and squeezed her hand.

She gave you one of her closed-lipped smiles as she moved over to rest her head against your shoulder. You tried to push down the butterflies forming in your stomach.

“Steve was my first love. My first, you know, first. Then Jonathan came along and I started to love him. I thought we were way more compatible, but then Steve changed.” She said.

You didn’t say anything in fear that she wasn’t done and the silence let Nancy further gather her thoughts.

“It’s been a whole year now and I thought having the time to myself would help, but it hasn’t. Jonathan’s waiting and Steve’s being Steve.”

You let out a small laugh knowing full well what she meant. She’d explained a good deal about the type of person Steve was. The man he once was and the man he was then. He struck out so many times that it was a miracle that he was still even swinging.

“I wish you could just pick for me.” She said, nestling into you more as she wrapped her arms around your arm.

You truly hoped she couldn’t hear the way your heart was hammering in your chest. That’s why you had to fill the void with your voice, so, just in case, she wouldn’t.

“I don’t think you want me to pick.” You laughed. “Did you see the last guy I was with?”

Finally Nancy laughed, too. Then again, it wasn’t hard to find humor when thinking about your past dating life. All the god awful men that either thought too highly of themselves or of those who didn’t. You tested the waters out a pretty good amount to try to find the type of guy you were into, but radio silence. You still didn’t know. No guy ever really seemed like they were right for you.

You tried with a few girls in college and it was the only time anything ever made sense. You just never told anyone about that. It was your little secret, and you kept on trying your luck with guys to fit in more with everyone else.

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okay, i can’t stop thinking about the idea of reader nearly dying in the upside down, causing joyce to absolutely rail the shit out of her when they’re finally home and safe. like, she just has to take the opportunity to show the reader how overjoyed she is that she’s alright. any chance you could write something like that? your joyce pieces are wonderfully done!

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safe and sound

Pairing - Joyce Byers x Reader

18+ :injury and blood mention, implied age gap/secret relationship (r is 19+) smut; slight dom/sub vibes, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), fingersucking ig

Word count - 2262

A/N - i really hope this is okay, i'm not completely happy with how it turned out but i think i like it enough

Joyce hurried over to the Wheeler’s front door from her car, not even bothering to lock it behind her in her rush. Her knuckles rapped against the wood as soon as she neared it, hearing heels approaching straight away before it swung open to reveal Karen Wheeler herself.

“Where are they?” She rushed out, panicked, as Karen stepped aside to let her in.

“They’re just through there.” She responded, pointing towards the living room where you and the others were gathered after the more than eventful evening in the upside down. Joyce was quick to pull both Will and Jonathan into a hug once she’d checked them over for injuries though she couldn’t see you within the crowded room. 

Karen had called her saying you were all there and that you were hurt, she didn’t have time to say much else before the line had clicked and Joyce was racing to her car. She was assured that her sons were fine but it didn’t stop the anxious nausea rising in her throat at the thought of you being hurt - how bad was it? Were you going to die? Were you in the hospital? 

There’d been enough death, enough pain caused by the upside down, she couldn’t bear anymore.

She glanced over to where she could now see you when she pulled away from the embrace, Steve, Robin and Nancy all hovering near you; she could only see a peek of your shoe from where you were perched on the dining table. 

“Mom, we’re good, we’re fine. Y/N was the only one hurt.” Will spoke, nodding over to where you were, leading her over to check how you were.

Robin was sitting next to you, rambling on about something Joyce couldn’t understand though it made her smile when you huffed a laugh at something she’d said. Nancy looked on in concern while Steve wiped over your face with a cloth, standing much too close to you for her liking, his face too close to yours for what he was doing. One of your hands was holding you up, the other was pressing a bag of frozen peas to the side of your head.

“Y/N, are you okay?” She questioned, gasping slightly when she could finally see your face when Steve pulled away. “God, what the hell happened?”

“She saved our asses is what happened.” Robin grinned, nudging you with her elbow.

“Mhm, our total hero.” Steve added, squeezing your knee which did not go unnoticed by Joyce. 

“Upside down monsters and whatnot - the usual - anyway, they were gonna win for sure. Like these big things.” Robin rushed out, gesturing wildly with her hands. “Slimy looking creepy things, right? And they just kept coming and Y/N, she just like whacked ‘em. Like, pow pow.” She continued, miming your actions of using a random plank of wood you’d found as a makeshift weapon. “And we were all running and they were just coming after us - I was sure it was gonna be the end - just a bunch of gross bones and Steve’s quiff just left behind on the ground-“

“Hey.” He interrupted whilst everyone else laughed at her explanation.

“And then we were almost fine but obviously Steve spoke too soon, he was all like ‘guys we made it’ and then Y/N was like knocked down. It was crazy, and we all were shouting and panicking like - what the fuck do you do when your friend is pinned down and about to be eaten by some kind of ugly alien thing? Well, anyway, it was like watching a wrestling match but somehow she grabbed some kind of branch thing and just stabbed it - which was gross by the way. And now, here we are.”

“Wow, you could’ve made me sound more like a hero Robin.” You huffed with a roll of your eyes.

“Sounds pretty heroic to me.” Joyce smiled, nudging Steve out of the way to take a look at your face herself. Her hand brushed yours as she moved the frozen peas from your grasp to see a bruise forming on your cheekbone, dried blood from a cut. Your other cheek had a cut across it that would only need a bandage and she carefully wiped dried blood from your skin, her touch was so gentle and you could feel your cheeks heat up at her closeness; what the two of you wouldn’t give to be able to share a kiss right there. You’d both been terrified, you just wanted some comfort. 

“Ow.” You murmured with a wince when she cleaned the wound beside your bruise.

“Sorry.” She whispered, her breath warm against your skin from how close she was as she concentrated. “Are you boys staying here?” She asked, multitasking as she placed a small bandage over your cheek.

“Yeah, after tonight we thought we’d crash here and just stay together.”

“Okay. I can take Y/N home, I’m sure her parents must be worried.” 

—

“Y’know when I say ‘stay safe’ that’s a command and not just something you can decide not to listen to right?” Joyce spoke as soon as you shut the passenger side door behind you.

“It wasn’t so much of a choice, more like I was tackled by a slimer wannabe.” You returned with a laugh, she smiled at the sound, poking you with a shake of her head whilst she started the car. As soon as she drove in the opposite direction your house was in, you got an idea of the kind of night you were in for.

“I’m serious though. You need to be more careful. I thought you were seriously hurt - that maybe you were dead.” Her voice cracked while her hand rested on your thigh, fingers linking with yours when you held onto her. “Ugh and that Steve.” She groaned.

“What about him?” You giggled.

“He has a crush on you, he was standing so close to you - way too close. And his hand was on your leg, where only my hand should be.”

“Uh oh, is someone jealous?” You teased but fuck did jealousy look so good on her.

“No.” She answered, sliding her hand further up your thigh with a squeeze. “To be jealous of him there’d have to be some kind of fear that he could have you and, trust me, I’m not worried about that. You’d never give me up for him.”

“Oh, I dunno. Maybe that’s what I’m into these days, maybe his boyish charm has swept me off my feet.” You teased, knowing he’d described himself as having ‘boyish charm’ to you at least twice. 

“Sweetheart, I think we know that’s far from true. You’re mine and I know you like being mine.” She responded, not taking her eyes off the road as her fingertips pushed against your clothed centre and the way you yelped at the action just confirmed what she’d said.

As soon as she’d shut it behind you both with a click, Joyce had your back flush against the front door, desperate kisses to your lips; careful kisses over your cheeks and jaw, soft and soothing over your injured skin. 

Your hands pulled her hips into yours and the smell of her spiced perfume was just the comfort you’d needed, you shivered at the way her fingers stroked over the bare skin of your waist beneath your shirt before she pulled away to look at you. Her dark eyes locked with yours as she cupped your cheek in her palm. 

“I was so scared when I found out you were hurt.” She spoke, moving into you, her nose grazing the skin of your neck when she placed a kiss beneath your ear before whispering with a rasp. “Let me show you how happy I am that you’re okay.” 

She linked her hands with yours, walking backwards as she guided you both to her bedroom, both of you clumsily kicking your shoes off on the way. 

She pulled your shirt over your head and watched intently as you unbuttoned your jeans, licking her lips in anticipation at the sight of your underwear clad form. She nudged you onto the bed and you watched propped up on your elbows as she undressed before you; teasingly making a show of it. Unbuttoning her shirt painfully slowly and removing her jeans at the same pace, smirking at your growing impatience as you admired her body. 

She crawled towards you with a predatory stare, she was so desperate to taste you, to make you feel just how much she cares for you - how terrified she’d been of losing you. She couldn’t wait much longer, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and throwing it behind her haphazardly, immediately biting into the pillowy flesh of your breast with a kiss.

You pulled her face back to yours and she was quick to control the kiss, bruising and lustful, her tongue swiped at your bottom lip, licking into your mouth with the taste of old peppermint gum still lingering. 

She pinched your nipple between her finger and thumb and clasped her other hand around yours, slotting her fingers between yours and pushing the joined hands into the mattress beside you. You sighed at the sensation of her teeth biting into your neck with a suck, torso twitching slightly when her fingernails dragged over your skin and only stopped at the waistband of your underwear.

You bucked your hips upwards into her lingering hand and she mockingly laughed against your skin, lifting her face above yours to watch your face when she suddenly pushed two fingers inside you. She revelled in the parting of your lips and the breath that passed them, the sound of the small whimper at the back of your throat when her thumb began to rub over your clit was music to her ears. 

“Oh sweetheart, you look so pretty.” She cooed, keeping her eyes trained on yours in a way that let you know you were to keep them open, even when she was fucking her fingers into you in such a magnificent way. 

“Fuck, Joyce.” You breathed out, she always knows how to get what she wants and right now she wants to hear you, any sound she can pull from you that lets her know you're falling apart at her touch. She can’t control all the bad things that could happen but she could control this, if she wanted a reaction she knew how to get it. So she quickened her movements and curled her fingers, smirking at the perfect whine you let out as you bit your lip.

From your shuddering breaths and the way your body twitched with each thrust of her fingers, she knew you were close; she sucked your nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hardened bud. Your hand got lost in her hair, pulling at her scalp when it closed into a fist as you came with a choked moan onto her fingers. 

She felt you clench around her, your heartbeat in your chest could be felt from where she kissed you as you panted for breath. She sat up on her knees straddled over you, observing the blissed glaze over your eyes and the obedient way you instantly parted your lips when her wet fingers poked at them. Your tongue licked at them, tasting yourself with a hum of fascination, a strand of saliva glistening in the light when she pulled them out. 

She looked up at you through her lashes when she kissed over your stomach, pulling your underwear down your legs without missing a beat, dancing her lips over the sensitive skin of your thighs. 

The kiss she landed on your still sensitive clit sent a shiver through your spine and the hum of pleasure she let out against it only made it stronger. 

“I love the way you taste.” She muttered against you, tentatively licking her tongue over your aching bud, dragging it through your wet slit with the taste of you just making her more eager. An unrivalled suck to your clit had your back beginning to arch off the bed with a moan of her name, the urgency of her lapping at you was heating your skin up, a layer of sweat surely building. 

When your thighs threatened to clamp around her head she wrapped her arms around them to keep them firmly in place, her nails digging into your flesh with a sublime blend of pleasure and pain. 

Your hand slapped over your mouth, biting into it with the stream of moans falling from your lips, the other aimlessly grabbed at the sheets, bunching them up in your grasp. Your hips mindlessly rocked against Joyce’s face, fucking yourself on her flattened tongue until you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your orgasm flooded over you with an astonishing wave of pleasure, seeing stars, mind fuzzy and blank in awe at Joyce’s talents. 

She pulled away with her lips dripping wet with your arousal, a proud smirk tugging at them when she spied your chest rising and falling in search of oxygen, staring at the ceiling to ground yourself. She licked your juices from her lips, swearing to herself that she could never get tired of your taste. 

She claimed your lips with hers again, soft and gentle pecks whilst her thumb swiped over your cheek, making sure to cause you no pain. You smiled at one another with dreamy expressions, basking in the closeness.

“Don’t get hurt again, I won’t go so easy on you next time.”

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secret’s out

masterlist

Pairing - Joyce Byers x Fem!reader

Summary - An empty house gives you and Joyce an opportunity to partake in…activities.

18+ :age gap relationship, reader is 19; milf joyce, smut; gay, fingering, kissing idk

Words count - 2154

The group were heading out for the afternoon having met up at the Byers’ house, planning to spend the day around town, getting some food and maybe catching a movie. It was a calm, drama free day and you all wanted to spend it having fun.

Though, the way Joyce looked today brought another kind of fun to mind, something about the way her wavy hair fell on her shoulders, slightly damp from her shower. Her simple t-shirt and perfect smile as she looked to you all as you readied to leave was simply adorable and you couldn’t help but return it.

You faked a cough as you looked at her and she seemed to understand what was happening right away, smirking lightly as you pretended to clear your throat.

“Guys, I don’t feel too well.” You sighed out, feeling slightly guilty at the concerned faces looking back at you. “Just feel a little run down, go without me and I can catch up with you all later.”

“You sure? Don’t wanna just watch a movie here instead?” Nancy asked.

“No, no, that’s okay - I don’t wanna spoil your day.” You smiled. “It’s fine, I promise. We can just go out again when I’m better.” You added with another small cough.

“Well, if you’re sure. Mom, could she stay here with you until we get back?” Jonathan questioned her.

“Of course, I can look after her don’t worry. You kids enjoy the movie.” She smiled with a wave, you mirrored her actions as the group waved to leave. Of course Robin didn’t walk out the door without giving you a knowing smirk, aware of your small crush on the Byers woman - though she didn’t know it was a little more than that.

She turned to you once the door clicked shut, hearing the multiple pairs of footsteps retreating along with their chatterings.

“You’re sick huh?” She grinned with a shake of her head, folding her arms over her chest as you watched the muscles of her forearms twitch at the movement.

“Mhm, practically dying.” You sighed with a dramatic flare. “Perhaps a little kiss - right here - would help cure me?” You added with a flutter of your lashes and a small pout as you pointed to your lips.

“Do you think?” Joyce uttered through a smile, cupping your cheek and running her thumb over your bottom lip, huffing a laugh at the way you hummed in agreement with an eager nod. “In that case…” She murmured, speaking so closely that you felt her lips ghost over yours before she closed the miniscule space between you.

It was a familiar kiss, one of many, soft and sweet with her lips moving with yours and her other hand loosely holding onto your waist. It was a shock when this whole tryst started, when you found out the lustful gaze you acknowledged her with was mutual, both of you always lighting up at the other's presence, the sound of each other’s laughs.

You’d met her not too long before you turned 19, having been welcomed into the group properly - the movie night initiation Robin had called it - her warm smile and glinting eyes had you hooked from the first time she greeted you, a heated feeling when she’d passed you a glass of lemonade and the small smiles and glances sent your way when she invited herself to the movie night.

You’d kissed her in a tipsy haze on the evening of your birthday, instantly regretting it pulling away and going into a stream of apologies, but your words had been cut off by her lips colliding with yours again, eager grasp on your hips at a long awaited revelation. She felt guilty, you both did, she felt awful - you were her children’s friend, she shouldn’t be feeling this way. But neither of you could help it and though it wasn’t your ideal scenario, the sneaking around had been rather fun - you made each other feel good and for now that was enough.

She pulled away with a final peck to your lips, reluctantly parting from the embrace to jokingly feel for a fever with the back of her hand to your forehead.

“As your doctor, I insist on a dose of Bugzy Malone and a glass of iced tea. How’s that sound?”

“Well, if it’s the doctor's orders.” You shrugged, flopping down onto the sofa whilst Joyce made her way to the kitchen, getting the movie ready in the video player for when she returned.

When she came back she placed your drinks down on the table in front of you before sitting beside you, as closely as she could with her arm and leg pressed against yours. You could smell her perfume, floral and light, and the clean, soapy scent of her skin.

She’d soon wrapped her arm over your shoulders when the movie had started to play, guiding your head down to rest on her shoulder with a peck to your forehead, nails mindlessly scratching at your scalp whilst you both often shared amused laughs at the screen.

Ever the tease, it was only around half way through the film that her other hand found your thigh, stroking over the bare skin that was exposed by your shorts without taking her eyes away from the TV. A shuddered breath left your lips at the slow way her hand glided over your skin, inching further up your thigh leaving goosebumps scattered across your flesh.

You pressed a kiss to her neck from where your head lay, stretching slightly to press another to her jaw, settling on an open mouthed kiss to the skin beneath her ear to try and do some teasing of your own. The way you daringly bit into her skin earned a harsh squeeze to your thigh and a small grunt at the back of her throat.

She soon turned to grab your face in her hand, pulling you to her for an eager kiss, sick of using restraint sitting beside you. Lips moved in a desperate rhythm, her tongue tasted like iced tea and lemon as it swirled with yours, courtesy of the extra lemon wedges she prefers in her drink. Surprisingly strong hands yanked you over to her lap, your knees planting either side of her legs whilst she gripped onto your hips.

Your arms looped over her shoulders, fingers getting lost in the soft brunette locks of her hair as she pulled you flush against her, chests pushed up against one another whilst the movie went unmatched in the background. Her lips ghosted over your cheek, kissing across your jaw downwards until they landed on your neck.

The way she sucked at the skin with a bite had you sighing out her name, aching for her, longing for her, so sensitive to her touch with her hands against your bare skin beneath your shirt. The soothing lick she gave over a harsh bite set your skin in fire, hips bucking forwards slightly at the feeling of her hand palming your breast through your bra.

She pulled away with swollen pink lips and heavy breath, looking up at you with those beautiful doe eyes that had darkened in a lustful hue. She leant into your touch when you swept some of her hair behind her ear, holding your gaze intently as she dragged her nails softly over the skin of your thigh, stopping at the elasticated waistband of your shorts with a curious tug to the material.

At the sight of your nod she inched her hand down into your underwear, lip grasped between her teeth with a groan at the back of her throat at the wetness her fingertips were met with.

Her fingers slid through your folds with ease, pushing into you slowly with a curl causing a gasp of pleasure to tumble from your lips. Joyce began a perfect pace with her fingers, a firm hold on your back as you desperately rocked yourself over her hand, your aching clit grazing over her palm in an unrivalled way.

The spot just below her left ear was one of the most sensitive places to kiss, she shuddered lightly at the nibble you gave it, movements hastening at the harsher suck you planted there.

You danced your hand beneath her shirt, her skin was soft and warm beneath your touch, nipple already pert beneath your thumb when you discovered she’d forgone a bra this morning. You squeezed at the flesh, pinching her nipple between your fingers in just the way she likes, your climax growing ever nearer at just the sound of her sighing against the thin skin of your throat.

Your breath caught in your throat when her thumb rubbed over your clit, your hands aimlessly grabbing at her shoulders at the feeling.

“God, you look so perfect.” She mused in a rasped voice barely exceeding a whisper, staring at the way your lips had parted slightly and your lust blown eyes had hooded over, a dazed smile tugging at your lips at the magnificent sight of her. She moved her thumb in such a way just to see your neck twitch with an inhale of breath and your teeth tug at your bottom lip.

She couldn’t spend any more time with her lips not melding with yours so pulled your face to hers, catching the moan from your throat in her mouth and wincing at the way your nails dug into her skin, leaving a light pink scratch over her collarbone as you came onto her fingers. She kept hold of you as your body shuddered slightly, rocking your hips lightly as she helped you ride it through.

She moaned at the taste of you when she pushed her glistening fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking your juices from them until every last drop was gone. It was a sight to behold, her flushed cheeks and lips shining. You grinned at one another when you both moved in for another kissing session, hands beneath each other’s shirts for any semblance of closeness you could grasp at.

The way you were lost in the embrace pulled your thoughts away from the rest of the world, meaning you both missed the creaking of the front door and the footsteps on the wooden flooring.

“Oh my God!” Jonathan shouted from where the group stood in shock in the doorway to the room. The sudden intrusion caught you both off guard, Joyce pushing you off her in reflex only making you stumble and fall onto your ass on the ground with a huff; she stood quickly pulling her shirt down into place and her hair into less of a mess.

“This is not what it looks like- it um- you’re back early?” She rushed out.

“You were- she was- Y/N was- ugh oh my God!” He groaned, eyebrows furrowing at the pair of you. You bit back a laugh from where you sat on the ground at the smirk and discreet thumbs up Robin gave you.

“Jonathan I-“ you began before he interrupted.

“How did this even happen?!” He asked, looking expectantly between the two of you and your sheepish expressions as you failed to come up with answers.

“Uh, I fell? She just caught me and-“

“Y/N/N.” Joyce interrupted you whilst Steve, Nancy, Robin and even Will hid laughs behind their hands. She gave you a smile and an apologetic look when she saw you still on the ground, holding out her hand to pull you up. Just out of instinct she pushed a piece of your hair into place and fixed the collar of your shirt, not even thinking of the eyes on the pair of you. It meant you both missed the way their gazes softened at the tender sight and though Jonathan would find it immensely strange he was willing to hear you out, you both meant a lot to him after all.

“I’m sorry, Jonathan. It’s my fault, I um- don’t be mad at your mom.” You stuttered out. “It’s my fault, I’ll go I-“ You rushed out, turning to hurry out but being pulled back by Joyce’s hold on your wrist.

“This is really fucking weird but you both mean a lot to me so I guess we can talk about it.”

“No details, please.” Will pleaded.

“Uh yes, all the details.” Robin smirked whilst Steve and Nancy watched on, obviously hoping for the details too.

“There will be no details.” Joyce uttered, cheeks burning red but her hold on your wrist helping her feel more secure. In her prior movement her hair had moved from where it lay and you must’ve noticed the purpling patch of skin on her neck at the same time as him with wide eyes staring back at each other.

“Is that a hickey?” He shouted, pointing towards her. “Did you give my mom a hickey?!”

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well earned reward

jim hopper x joyce byers x fem!reader

poly relationship, threesome, d/s dynamic, casual dominance, cunnilingus, references to punishment/spanking, dirty talk, male masturbation, light cum play

You’re clearing the table from dinner, carrying a stack of three used plates over to the sink where Joyce stands washing up. Hopper’s standing at the door of the fridge, putting away the margarine. You clear your throat as you hand off the dishes, trying to sound casual. 

“You know…” the sweet, demure, lilting tone you use already has Hopper shooting you a questioning look from across the kitchen. You only talk like that when you want something. “I haven’t had a punishment in over a week.”

Hopper lets out a light scoff, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge. Joyce hums thoughtfully as she scrubs at a stubborn piece of crusted on lasagna.

“You have been really good lately, haven’t you?” She observes, turning to look at you as you make another round, now bringing her the used drinking glasses. You offer her a sweet smile and nod, very much liking where this is going. Joyce turns back to the dishes, setting the freshly cleaned plate aside before starting on another.

“She’s due a reward, Hop.”

“Joyce, are you kidding me?” He sounds incredulous as he leans against the counter, cracking open his can. “Didn’t you hear her just now?”

He looks at you, his expression hard, clearly unmoved. “You haven’t been punished in a week, kid. There’s your reward right there.”

You scowl at him, not appreciating his position on the matter whatsoever. You purse your lips, and he raises a brow, and it’s a good thing Joyce speaks up- because you’re seconds away from saying something that would blow your whole good girl claim straight out of the water.

“We aren’t drill sergeants, Hopper.” Joyce sounds almost irritated, but you recognize it as the tone she takes on whenever the two of them start to bicker. You have to bite back a smirk. It’s good to hear them bicker, because whenever they bicker, Joyce always wins. Even if Hopper doesn’t admit it.

“You got that right.” He shoots back, pushing himself off the counter. “If we were she’d get a spanking every week to keep her in line, good behavior be damned.” He gives your cheek a pat and offers you a patronizing look as he passes by you and enters the sitting room to lower heavily onto the couch. Joyce rolls her eyes, adding the last plate onto the drying rack and turning off the faucet. She turns to you as she dries off her hands, her smile genuine and slightly apologetic.

“Ignore him, honey.” She says, tossing the hand towel on the countertop. “Go ahead and tell me what you want. You’ve earned it.”

You beam at her, murmuring a soft “thank you” before you make your request. “Can I have your mouth?”

“Of course.”

You let out an excited squeal and rush to the bedroom, practically skipping in your excitement. 

“You’re spoiling her!” Hopper’s booming voice calls from the living room.

You ignore him in favor of stripping down your lower half and climbing onto the center of the mattress, legs spread and waiting.

She moves to crawl up between them, but you stop her when you say “wait.” Your cheeks warm a bit, feeling slightly shy despite everything. “Will you take your shirt off?”

Joyce smiles at your sweetness and offers you a nod, grasping the hem of her shirt and lifting it up off of her head in one easy, graceful motion. You have to remind yourself not to gawk at the sight of her bra clad chest- no matter how many times you see it, her body never fails to send a wave of arousal through you.

“You’re so sweet,” she praises when she sees your awed, adoring expression. She finally makes her way between your thighs- amused by the way your eyes follow her cleavage- and settles there, her face inches from your bare folds.You shiver at the feeling of her warm breath.

“Ready, honey?”

You nod immediately, hands clutching the sheets in anticipation.

That’s all the pleading Joyce needs to lean down and lick up your slit, her tongue just barely grazing your hooded clit and making you whimper. Her fingers come up to gently pull apart your swollen lips, further exposing your bud so the next lick has you reeling at the direct stimulation.

You allow the feeling to wash over you, basking in the sure, well-practiced movements of Joyce’s soft tongue and lips. She knows exactly what to do, has all the techniques that make your toes curl committed to memory. She flicks her tongue over your clit, occasionally latching on and sucking gently. Her eyes have fallen closed in her focus, and you reach down to gently hold the tresses of her hair.

Somewhere in your lust clouded mind you pick up on the sound of approaching footsteps- heavy and steady against the hardwood floors. You look to the doorway just as Hopper’s form appears in it. Beer can still in hand, he leans against the doorframe, looking unimpressed as he takes in the scene. 

You shoot him a shit-eating grin, feeling very smug that you’re getting a reward despite him expressing that you don’t deserve one. Hopper shakes his head at you, mouthing “fucking brat” before taking a sip of his beer.

Still grinning, you turn away from him, closing your eyes and focusing once again on the pleasure of Joyce’s mouth. You lose yourself in the sensations, feeling as though you’re practically floating in ecstasy.

You’re unaware of how much time passes before you’re snapped out of your bliss by the sound of Hopper’s empty beer can swishing into the wastebasket in the corner of the room. You open your eyes to see him stepping away from the doorframe, stalking towards the bed.

“Take off your shirt,” He gruffly tells you, gesturing at the obscuring clothing. You fix him with a confused look, and he raises his brow at you, daring you to argue. “Go on. If you’re gonna get some bullshit reward, I might as well get to enjoy the view.” 

Your confused expression morphs into a scowl. “It’s not bullshit,” you assert. Hopper’s brows shoot up, making his surprise at your rebuttal clear. Before you can say more, Joyce lifts her head.

“Just do what he says, sweetie.” She instructs, trying to keep the peace. “Take off your shirt for him, then I’ll keep going and make you cum. How does that sound?” 

You tear your gaze away from your staredown with Hopper to meet Joyce’s eye, and she offers you a pleading smile. You huff, not wanting to disappoint her.

“Fine,” you grumble, sitting up just enough that you can raise your top up off your abdomen and toss it aside. You hadn’t been wearing a bra, since you’d just been hanging around the house, so the removal of your shirt leaves you completely bare. 

“Attagirl,” Hopper mutters as Joyce leans back down to continue eating you out. “At least you’ll listen to one of us.” 

Maturely, you stick your tongue out at him as you settle back comfortably against the pillows. You’re determined to enjoy your reward despite Hopper’s brooding presence, so you do your best to ignore him where he stands beside the bed. Joyce is still working magic on your pussy, and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.

She expertly works you up towards your orgasm, her dainty hands snaking up to hold you at your waist, her thumbs rubbing tenderly at the skin there. You arch against the mattress, moaning lewdly when her tongue slips inside your entrance and sweeps across your inner walls just right. You hear Hopper let out a chuckle as well as the clinking of his belt as he frees his cock from the confines of his pants. 

“Yeah, she’s real good with her mouth, isn’t she?” He starts loosely fisting at his cock, eyes flicking back and forth between Joyce’s face buried in your cunt, and your face thrown back and contorted in pleasure. Your hands knead idly at the bedding, fists clenching and unclenching, toes curling and uncurling as you approach your peak.

“Gonna come soon? Gonna make a mess on Joyce’s pretty face?” 

So close to orgasm, you’ve entirely forgotten about your internal vow to ignore Hopper, and a moaned response of “yes” spills freely from your lips. 

“I better hear you thank her as you do, brat.” He growls, his hand picking up its pace. He’s standing right above you, jerking off over your chest. “Thank her for being so damn good to you.” 

You start to spiral off the edge, your hips rising to meet Joyce’s mouth, and Hopper’s free hand plants firmly on your lower stomach to keep you still. 

“Thank you,” you gasp out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you-” it’s a mindless mantra as Joyce works you through your orgasm, your brain short circuiting with the overwhelming pleasure. 

Right as you’re starting to come down Hopper lets out a low groan above you, the sight of you cumming bringing on his own release. Thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock and paint your breasts, feeling hot even against your balmy skin. You blink lazily up at him to see his pinched brow and parted lips before he lets go of his cock and closes his eyes with a breathless yet satisfied sigh. 

Joyce raises her head up from between your legs, wiping your release from her chin with the heel of her hand. She glances from you, to Hopper, to Hopper’s cum on your chest, and a small smirk makes its way onto her face.

“Still upset about her reward there, Hop?” She taunts. “Because it sure looks like you enjoyed it.”

“I still don’t think she fucking deserved it.” Joyce rolls her eyes. “Come tomorrow she’ll be acting up again, now that she’s gotten what she wants.”

“No,” you pipe up, voice bleary but firm, a pout settled on your lips. “I won’t. I’ll be good.”

Joyce gestures to you with a sweep of her arm, looking at Hopper with a look that says “see? What’d I tell you?”

Hopper scoffs. “Don’t buy that shit, Joyce. She’s always like that after she comes.”

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Cordelia y/n female reader secretly dating think the Coven is empty get caught fucking on Cordelia's desk by Fiona. Fiona catches Cordelia making reader female ejaculate and instead of anger brags that sexual prowess runs in the family.

I love this, especially since that is such a Fiona thing to do lmao

Caught In the Act (Cordelia Goode x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, afab reader, fingering, dirty talk, bottom reader, top Cordelia

"Delia, we're gonna get caught!" You whispered frantically as she removed your underwear.

"No, we're not. Everyone is out for the day. The girls are seeing a movie, Fiona's drinking at some bar, and as an extra precaution I sent Spalding out to get groceries. Nobody's going to catch us, alright?" She gently reassured you, lacing her fingers through yours.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, baby. Don't worry."

She gave you a passionate kiss, her free hand resting on the inside of your thigh. You eagerly kissed her back, setting the hand that wasn't holding hers on the back of her neck so you could pulled her closer. Cordelia began to softly stroke the inside of your thigh, deliberately teasing you.

"Delia, you're doing that on purpose!" You complained.

"Am I?" She asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. Before you could answer, she plunged two of her fingers into your wet and eager hole.

You moaned wantonly, glad that nobody other than your girlfriend was around to hear it. She smirked, thrusting her fingers in and out of you at a slow, steady pace.

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like how my fingers fill you up?" She whispered in your ear as you clung to her.

You nodded your head, unable to remember how to speak properly.

"Aw, poor baby. Can't even remember how to talk," she said, faking sympathy. "Too bad. I usually enjoy hearing you scream my name, but seeing you look this fucked out when you haven't even cum yet works just as well."

She slipped in a third finger as she quickened her pace. At this point, you were on the brink of cumming, and she knew it too.

"Are you gonna cum soon, baby? Huh? You gonna cum on my fingers?" Using her thumb, she began rubbing your clit, trying to push you over the edge. "C'mon, baby. Cum for me."

You whimpered, letting out a breathy moan as you rocked your lower body against her hand, trying to create as much friction as possible.

Just as you came, you heard the door open, the scent of cigarettes wafting through the air. You looked over Cordelia's shoulder to see none other than Fiona, standing in the doorway, cigarette in hand.

You braced yourself, thinking she and Cordelia were going to start one of their infamous screaming matches, but instead she merely chuckled before bringing her cigarette to her lips and taking a long drag.

"Y'know, us Goodes are known for our sexual prowess and abilities. It runs in the family, you might say."

"Mother, get out!" Cordelia ordered, doing her best to shield your naked body from her.

"Fine. But if you ever leave her-" Fiona said, pointing at you, "-mark my words, you'll never find anyone better equipped to give you an orgasm ever again, not even yourself." And with that, she turned and left, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Cordelia shut the door with a flick of her wrist as you gave her a look that said "I told you so".

"Nobody's gonna catch us, huh?"

~

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @corn3liiia @nevilleismywhore @ethrealzzz @your-next-daydream

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Bay Window Blues

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Reader

Warning(s): sexy time

A/N: woke up at 7am, had a breakdown, called out of work, and wrote this with half a honeybun in my mouth... Enjoy.

Wordcount: 2,805

Pt.2 Pt.3

It was six in the evening. The sun had barely made its escape down the horizon. The chimes you begged her to put up for you played melodiously amongst the wind.

That horrid wind.

It made the trees professional gymnasts; swaying and bending on cue. It made the clouds track-stars as they raced across the sky. It made your tea cold. The same tea you’d abandoned —half empty— next to the window you’d been sitting at all day… Feeling just a tad bit lesser than half empty yourself.

You peered out of the bay window that was left ajar; knitted white blanket wrapped around your bare shoulders. The air flowing in was pleasant and smelled of rain, yet none was in sight. The old house you resided in creaked and groaned, as if the wind gave it a voice to document its misery.

“I suppose I too would creak and groan if I were to be trudged on continuously without remorse.” You mumbled softly with fingertips caressing the flaking white paint on the window’s edge; eyeing the aged and uneven hardwood floors.

As your gaze retreated from your home to the outside, you couldn’t help but to feel a great warmth settle inside of your chest. A pair of headlights signaled her return. And by the looks of the dreary weather, she arrived right on time. You quickly slipped on your shoes and searched for an umbrella, knowing that rain would come.

And as if on cue, it did.

Upon finding the cheap canopy on a stick, you scurried out of the house, opening it. Only to be met with Diane halfway in her home, speaking with who you knew to be her daughter. Perhaps with further inspection and less wallowing you’d have noticed the car door left open.

You furrowed your eyebrows and allowed a soft wave of defeat to wash over you. It was no surprise that you felt things for your mysterious next door neighbor. Every so often (when she found time to get away from her responsibilities), she’d retreat from her home and join you on the porch for a few hours of lemonade and sunsets.

From time to time, you’d meet with her in the garden, where she’d exchange plump tomatoes and bell peppers for your presence. Yet, you’d never tell her you were allergic to the red fruit. However, Chloe knew. She always found it amusing any time she spotted you in the garden with her mother; knowing you felt rather smitten towards the older woman. The only downside to knowing Diane Sherman was accepting that you could never particularly know Diane Sherman.

You were always told that everyone had their secrets, and it was no secret that she had hers. What nobody told you was that not everyone hid their skeletons in the closet. Some people’s skeletons were still alive and very present. Some people were married to them. And others? Well those lucky bastards wear the key to their closets around their neck as if it were the loveliest of pendants.

“y/n?”

You blinked, withdrawing from your mind and entering reality. Diane smiled, holding up an umbrella of her own while walking towards you.

You gave her the warmest smile you could conjure up, “Diane!”

She smiled back as her bottom lip— that bottom lip—toyed between her teeth. Was it greedy of you to wish it’d be snug between your own?

“What are you doing out here? It’s about to storm.”

You cleared your throat, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. You couldn’t have been more than a few inches away from your house. You were sure that the position you were in seemed rather odd.

“I thought I’d bring you something to keep you dry from the rain, but I see you have that taken care of.” You stated, gesturing to her maroon umbrella. A soft smirk graced her features as your eyes began to linger. It was always hard for you to stare directly into her eyes. As much as you loved them, it was always a shitshow getting lost within them; unable to pull yourself out.

She chuckled to herself and stepped forward, leaning further into you, as if she were about to tell you the unholiest of secrets, “You know… today’s been pretty rough and with the doctor switching Chloe’s medication, I just…” she paused, wrapping her left arm around herself for comfort, and shrugged, “I think I need a moment to breathe.”

Your eyes remained focused on nothing in particular as you took in her words.

“Is this you telling me to back off a little?” You queried with a slight head tilt.

She quickly shook her head, hoping to dismiss your assumption, “No. Goodness, no. I… I was hoping the opposite, actually.”

You met her eyes for a brief moment, forgetting entirely about the weather surrounding you both and soaking your shoes, “You should have led with that entirely different. I was almost hurt that my neighbor was breaking up with me.”

She let out a chuckle, “almost?”

“You heard me.” You replied with a smirk. “Would you like to come in or should we continue acting like the rain and wind won’t blow us away?”

She playfully nudged you and made her way onto the porch, sliding her shoes off, and going inside.

“Will Chloe be worried?” You wondered aloud, not wanting to alarm the teenager.

“No, she knows I’m over here. Besides, she’s fully capable of handling herself for right now.”

You nodded at her words as you slipped off your shoes and sat the umbrella down next to hers. The screen door shut behind you along with the front door. You flicked on a light or two, now fully aware of how dim the atmosphere was.

“No, no. Keep them off. I was enjoying the natural lighting.”

Your fingers were quick to flick the switches back off, “I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoys it, but there’s barely enough to make out your face.”

“Then I suggest you focus your attention on something other than my face.”

Your body burned instantaneously as you took a seat beside her near the bay window. You held up the knit blanket, offering her warmth. “Where should I focus it then?” You asked; voice as subtle as her breathing.

Her eyes escaped from your gaze to the window for a brief second before returning back to you. You watched her hands delicately take possession over the blanket and spread it over her lap.

“Don’t think that because I took the blanket that I’ll be over here for long.”

“I didn’t.” You replied casually.

“Good.”

“Good.” You were amused at her sudden change in behavior, and as much as you’d love to let her feel as if she had the upper hand, you couldn’t. “You still never answered my question.”

“Hm?”

“Where should I focus my attention?”

She let out a small huff and rolled her eyes. You, on the other hand, grinned stupidly. There was always something fun about getting on the older woman’s nerves.

“You’re worse than Chloe with these questions.”

“Thank you.” You replied, laying your head against the window to block her view. Your eyebrows wiggled playfully, causing Diane to laugh.

“Focus on anything you want.”

“But I want to focus on you.”

“Anything but me.”

“Fine. How about the chimes? You put them up for me.”

“I know.”

“You never let me say thank you.”

“I know.”

“What else do you know?”

“Enough.”

“I doubt it.”

Her eyebrow arched, “you doubt it?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“How could you doubt the extent of my knowledge?”

“Easily.”

“Oh?” Her head laid next to yours, enjoying the coolness of the fogged up window. Your eyes met during a moment of silence. It was almost as if you could feel yourself slipping away into her.

“Yes.” You breathed out, “As a teacher, do you agree that there is always something new to learn?”

She replied without hesitation, “Absolutely.”

“Then how could you possibly know when you’ve learned enough? There’s no such thing. Which also means that the extent of your knowledge— err, what you know is never ‘enough.’ Would you agree?”

You watched as she pondered on your statement and gnawed lightly on that damned bottom lip.

“I didn’t realize I lived next to a philosopher.”

You let out a chuckle, “Everyone is one in their own way.”

She blew out a playful raspberry, “Oh, save me the speech, Socrates.”

You laughed, eyeing her lips momentarily. Once the energy died back down you couldn’t help but to ask, “How much longer do I have with you?”

“Haven’t decided yet.” She spoke out as a whisper.

Your fingers creeped slowly to hers, gently touching fingertips, as you held her unwavering gaze. For the first time that you’d noticed, her eyes flickered to your lips. She was so swift that had you blinked, you would have missed it. Her head slid closer to yours, allowing your foreheads to touch. This was the closest you had ever been to her. Diane’s fingers lifted and interlocked with yours as you both took a moment to relish in the simplicity of feelings.

No sparks flew, but she was electric. She smelled of vanilla with a hint of oak. Contrasting with how she smelled of spiced apple last week. Her fingertips were freezing, and if it weren’t for the weather, you’d assume she was anemic.

“A-Aren’t you spoken for?” She asked, nervously.

“No.” You whispered.

“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m-“

“No.” You repeated. “I’m sure I would have seen someone… by now.”

“How can you be sure of that?”

You paused, “I suppose I’m not.”

Her fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze. “Is that the only thing you’re… unsure of?”

You nodded. “As of right now, yes.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, “y/n, how can you be so sure of this?”

“I feel it.”

She let out a sigh. You wondered if she was used to disappointment and wasted time.

“I’m no spring chicken. I’m-“

“Perfect. Diane, you’re perfect.” You brought a hand up to cusp her face, “Besides, if you heard the way my joints popped in the morning, you’d agree that we both would be better off as chickens cooped up in the winter.”

She let out a laugh and leant into your touch, “That was a terrible joke.”

You grinned, “yeah? I had to try.”

Another moment of silence passed.

“I have something I’d like to try.”

Your eyebrow arched at her response. “Then you should try for whatever it may be.”

Her tongue slowly peeked out to moisten her lips as you gently pulled her face closer. She stopped moving as soon as the tips of your noses touched. You assumed she would pull back until she laid a hand on the side of your neck and locked lips with you.

Finally being able to feel Diane’s plump lips against your own made your heart race. You couldn’t help but to melt into her as both sets of lips meshed against one another. A faint sigh escaped her mouth, prompting you to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted slightly, allowing you access to claim her mouth as your own. The sound of smacking echoed inside of your brain, enhancing the intimacy of the moment.

Both tongues wrestled together, fighting for dominance, and yours won. You softly nipped at her bottom lip before feeling the tip of her tongue flick across your top lip. Another moment of hesitation halted each of your actions. With both of your eyes still closed, your noses intimately touched. The sound of panting filled the room, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

“I should… I should be getting back-“

“Stay.” You proclaimed firmly. “Let me take care of you.”

Her chest heaved, signaling that she was internally fighting what she so desperately wanted.

You.

“But Chloe-“

“Is capable of taking care of herself right now.” She stared into your eyes, as if she were trying to desperately communicate something deeper with you. “This is your decision, Diane.” You caressed her cheek.

After a moment of internally debating, she nodded, “Fine, but I leave before dinner.”

You chuckled at her boundaries and removed the blanket off of her. It fell onto the ground as you followed and sat on it, pulling Diane onto your lap. She straddled you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Your lips kissed at her neck, slowly pulling the cardigan off of her body. Soft raspy moans filled the air as your hands kneaded at her behind.

Diane’s lips quickly found yours, momentarily paralyzing you, as your brain went numb from the sensation. She tugged at your clothing, getting rid of it just as quick as you did the same to hers.

“It’s been so long…” She began as your eyes drifted over her bare frame.

You nodded, understanding what she meant. “I’ll go slow if that helps.”

She blushed at you and shook her head, “Go as fast as you want. I can keep up. I just wanted you to know that it has been a while… and I’ve never been with a woman.”

You smirked, “Hm. In that case, how about you let me take control? I’ll even do something you may be familiar with.” Her eyebrow arched in curiosity as you stood up. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and watched you disappear up the stairs before allowing her eyes to take in the room. It was hard to make out the specifics with how little light was coming in, but that was okay for right now. After a moment, her eyes landed on the crooked floorboards. She had told you time and time again that you should get them fixed, but you’d continuously say, “The house is old and if I get those fixed, I’ll have to get everything fixed.” She let out a soft chuckle as your stubbornness played through her mind.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, descending down the stairs.

“Oh, nothi-“ She paused momentarily, staring at the strap.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

She shook her head as she watched you sit back down in your previous position. Your fingers gently caressed her cheek as she went back to straddle you. Your left hand gripped her hip as she stared at you lustfully.

“Take your time. I’m in no rush. Especially not with this.”

She nodded at your statement and pulled you back into a heated kiss. You moaned at her eagerness, feeling her hips move slowly against the dildo. Not much, but enough to tease her own clit.

You broke the kiss and mumbled, “Do you want this?” Your eyes stared into hers as you moved the tip of the dildo enough to rub against her clit faster. The rubber was already slick from her wetness.

She let out a soft moan, “I do… please just-“ You smirked to yourself and entered her as she gasped audibly. You had pushed half of it in her before watching her ease down on the rest. Both hands rested on her ass as her lips parted and body moved up and down.

“How is it? Hm?” You smirked to yourself.

“Ohh…” she bit her lip, mumbling, “It feels amazing.”

To see Diane Sherman ride you was a pleasure you never thought you’d get to experience. Her hands held onto your shoulders for support as you watched her pick up momentum. Her breasts bounced, hips moved with ease, and face contorted into the sexiest of expressions. You lifted up to capture one of her nipples in your mouth, feeling her speed up even more.

“Fuck, yes!”

After you figured she had done enough work on her own, you gripped her hips with both hands and thrusted fast into her. She fell forward, moaning in ecstasy as one hand laid against the bay window.

“Right there! Yes, yes!”

You moaned as she cried out in pleasure, holding her steady while her body wanted so desperately to buck. You knew her climax was close.

“Hold it just a little longer.” You mumbled against her skin, listening to the sounds of her body smacking against yours. Her breathing was becoming uneven and you could feel her thighs begin to shake as you pumped harder.

“I’m gonna- FUCK.”

You grinned, holding her tight against you as you helped her ride out her orgasm. Her top half pressed against the window as you slowed down your thrusts. Once she was ready, you slid out of her and chuckled.

“How was that?” Your fingers eased through her slightly damp hair while she panted.

“Maybe… maybe I should stay a bit longer.”

You let out a laugh and rubbed her back as she slid down to properly lay onto your chest.

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Mirror, mirror (NSFW)

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3208

Warnings: mommy kink, mirrors

“Baby?” she breathed, hands resting on your shoulders as she stood behind your chair, leaning over to see what you were working on so diligently. You hummed in response, keeping your eyes on the paper in front of you, scanning over the question you’d been struggling with for the past 10 minutes.

“I’m trying to finish this report Billie, is it urgent?” you spoke, crossing out a mistake you’d noticed in the writing and noting the changes with a highlighter. Billie smirked to herself, bringing her hands up to massage your shoulders deeply, hearing you sigh in frustration. Before you could speak again, she lowered her face so her mouth hovered just beside your ear.

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