#eve fletcher x reader

[melagnes]

Classroom Distraction

Synopsis: As your bond with Eve deepened and her affection for you grew stronger, she found herself inspired by her fantasies to test the waters with you. That is how you got here, Eve fucking you in class…

Pairing: Eve Fletcher x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: smut

You and Eve crossed paths in a creative writing class at your local community college, where you had both bonded over a shared passion: storytelling. As the weeks progressed, it became evident that there was a special chemistry between the two of you.

Your weekly routine included meeting before class to grab coffee on campus, a ritual that Eve looked forward to as the highlight of her week.

"Hey Eve," you greeted her, a hint of a blush gracing your cheeks as you approached with coffee in hand.

"Hey," Eve replied, her smile radiant and her eyes alight with excitement as she returned your greeting.

Finding your usual spot in the café, surrounded by the hum of conversation and the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee, you couldn't help but steal glances at Eve. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she spoke about her latest writing endeavours—all of her captivated you.

“So, how was your week?” you inquired, trying to keep your gaze from lingering too long on her.

Eve let out a sigh, a touch of weariness in her voice. “Oh, the usual chaos. But meeting up with you makes it all worthwhile.”

You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at her words, knowing that your time together meant just as much to her as it did to you.

“Yeah, same here,” you admitted, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with her.

It was during these moments of shared conversation and laughter that your feelings for each other began to deepen. Yet, despite the mutual attraction, hesitations lingered. Eve was hesitant to pursue a romantic relationship with someone younger and you were afraid that you were too young for her, that Eve would never go for someone like you.

Unbeknownst to you, Eve had harboured secret desires for you, fantasies that had danced in her mind since the day you met. As she sat across from you, she found herself unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips, to explore your mouth and taste you. It was those kinds of fantasies that would often play out in her mind as she pleasured herself, her thoughts inextricably intertwined with memories of your meetings. It was a primal urge she couldn't deny.

But it wasn't just physical attraction that drew Eve to you. It was the way you made her feel alive, the way you ignited a fire within her that she thought had long since been extinguished since her divorce.

Today felt different though, as the night before, Eve had delved into new erotic content—specifically, scenes featuring public intimacy. She was emboldened, eager to explore uncharted territory, and there was no one she'd rather embark on this journey with than you.

After your coffee date, you and Eve went to class and settled into your seats. Promptly, Eve subtly placed her hand on your thigh, her touch sending a jolt of excitement through you. With a daring glance, she sought permission, before slowly, tantalizingly, sliding her hand into your pants, silently mouthing “Is this okay?”. You nodded furiously and her fingers traced a path on your underwear, her touch causing a pleasurable ache in your core.

Her hand put pressure atop your underwear and you bit your lip attempting to suppress the moan that tried to escape your lips. You locked eyes and you nodded at her, giving her permission to continue. She slipped her hand into your underwear and you needed more. You attempted to plead with your eyes and she began to slide her fingers between your wet folds.

She was teasing you and you needed even more; she stuck in a second finger and pumped in and out while simultaneously stimulating your clit. You got an extra wave of adrenaline when you remembered you were supposed to be paying attention to class.

As your body responded to Eve's touch, your heart raced, as you tried to concentrate on the lesson being taught by your teacher, Ms. Fairchild, but your mind kept drifting to the pleasure she was causing. The wetness between your legs increased, and you couldn’t help but think about how much you wanted her to continue. You pulled your knees together, trying to conceal the evidence of your arousal.

The sensations became too much to bear, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. You reached down, subtly guiding Eve's hand to fuck you faster. With every thrust of her fingers, your body writhed in ecstasy, and you felt a wave of bliss wash over you.

Ms. Fairchild turned her gaze towards you, her voice cutting through the silence of the classroom. "And what are your thoughts on existentialism?" she asked you, her eyes expectant.

You struggle to catch your breath, feeling the weight of her question pressing down on you. "I, um..." You glanced nervously at Eve, who shot you a teasing smirk, threatening to circle your clit again with her long slender fingers. "I... believe... that existentialism..." You pause, struggling to form coherent thoughts as your breath catches in your throat. “challenges us to confront the fundamental questions... of existence... and the meaning of life," you manage to eke out, each word a battle against the constriction in your chest.

"Thank you for sharing your perspective," Ms. Fairchild responds warmly, but with concern evident on her brow.  “Are you alright?”

“Y- yeah, thanks for asking,” you manage to get out, despite speaking feeling like one of the hardest tasks you could have to face with Eve’s fingers pumping in and out of you. And Eve, she just sits there with a nonchalant face, acting as if she has no idea of what she is doing to you–how she is making you feel. However, Eve thought about how wet you got for her, which got her quite worked up as well. She thought about what it would be like to taste you.

The sensations build up, and you know that you're about to reach a climax. You try to control yourself, but the pleasure is too intense. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but let out a gasp as your body trembled from the intense feelings you were experiencing. Eve looked at you with a mix of surprise and satisfaction, knowing that she had given you something extraordinary.

As the class begins to disperse, Ms. Fairchild offers a final smile. "Hope everyone enjoyed today's class and I’ll see you all next week," she says, collecting her belongings to leave for the evening. It’s safe to say that you thoroughly enjoyed the class.

#eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #one shot #smut #mrs. fletcher #kathryn hahn #wlw #x reader

[imdoingsortagay]

Perv! Eve Fletcher Headcanons

Warnings: Perv!Eve, mentions porn, sex toys, slutty things

smut below 18+ so if i see any minors I'm throwing bricks at you

Horny asf alot of the time

watches so much porn it's insane

not at work but at home since it's just her in the house if you are working

Masturbates anytime

she used to hide when she'd touch herself when you first started living together but the woman is SO LOUD

" Eve baby are you fucking yourself?"

" NO, I AM NOT "

" honey I can hear you in the living you, don't lie"

Alone at home? Fingering herself? Shower? using a toy on her? Living room watching tv with you? Using a new rabbit she got from online

has a full collection of toys

Her favorites are the dildos she got online

Loves when you tease her nipples

if she's especially stressed, Eve doesn't mind you sucking on her tits at night

Touchy with you all the time, so touchy when you wear v revealing things

Helping each other cum at night by grinding your pussies together, Eve on top

" You feel that baby? I love your wet cunt on mine"

Takes pictures of you for when she's bored at work

Thigh riding is a big one she likes,

Eve is obsessed with the taste of you and she loves eating you out, sitting on your face 69, whatever she can to eat you out.

the older woman def has videos of you in very sexy positions and you do the same to her

the folder is called " My pretty slut Eve"

Eve loves breeding you with a dildo with a cum reservoir.

#lizs writing #eve fletcher #eve fletcher smut #eve fletcher x reader #perv!eve

[getlostsquidward]

Ohhhhhh requests hehe nice

Spare some alpha!claire and omega reader bit please, if it tickles the muse? I have no idea about the setting, maybe reader helps her with the campaign or miles got everyone on the island an omega to further relax during the weekend? Some sweet thing desperate to please cause if the assigned person isn't happy, miles isn't happy, and that is ... not good. And god knows Claire needs it, being a single mom running a campaign... 👀

Or something else dark, whatever comes to your mind! Have a good day!

fated

pairing: alpha!claire debella x omega!reader

a/n: hey anon! i hope i gave your request justice, my writing's a bit rusty hehe enjoyy

warnings: smut, omegaverse, alpha!claire, knotting, breeding, oral (r receiving), overstimulation, lil bit innocence kink, choking (briefly-not in a sexy way), men being assholes

summary: claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.

“The rooms are named after chakras, your biorhythm is your key, get changed, settle, and let's have an afternoon by the pool before the real party begins,” Miles explains, as the wristbands glow with each of their chakras. Most of them go to their assigned rooms when he added: “...and there's a special surprise for you waiting in there. Thank me later.”

Claire and Birdie looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, having no idea what it is this time.

Much to Claire's surprise, a very pretty present awaits her, sitting on her heels in the middle of the bed. The short frilly summer dress you're wearing compliments you very well, not to mention it's in her signature color, as is your collar engraved in the words ‘Claire's property.’

You stay with your head down low, waiting for your new owner to regard you in any way.

What a good girl.

This is, by far, the best trip Miles had organized. 

Claire closes her eyes and breathes in, letting the Greek island wind soak her stress and worries when a faint smell in the room catches her nose.

It's faint, but it's there. 

She walks into the room, taking her sun visors off, as she gets closer to where the scent is most potent — and she can feel her cock twitch when she realized it was coming from your slick.

Claire bends a little and tips your chin up with the visor, searching your eyes for something, anything. She could see the way your pupils widened just with the intense eye contact, how your pupils dilated, how your lips parted ever so slightly,  how your throat bobbed up and down as you swallowed. 

Despite the clear attraction on your part (and hers), she could feel how nervous you are. She puts her sun visor on your head backward, caressing your warmed cheeks with her knuckles. “Do you have a name, darling?”

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Unlike the rest of the disruptors who have their omegas on a leash, Claire takes you by the hand, your palm cold against hers. When she refused to take the leash, she didn't miss the shy, small smile your lips painted as you thanked her.

Comments were thrown at her, saying omegas should/ be on a leash to keep them behaved, for them to be constantly reminded who they belonged to; but Claire disregarded all of them. She kept you close, patting the side of the bed, sharing the small space with her—until two of her friends decided to join her, with the blonde woman ordering all of you to move.

The three of you decided to sit one bed away from them as they chatted. You could hear the two whispering to each other how their alphas were with them, and all you could do was stare at Claire with great awe. 

You're thankful that you went to an alpha like her.

Prior to this weekend, someone had given you a brief introduction to your assigned alpha. Initially, you're scared, given all the politician stereotypes, even if she is a woman. If anything, she's the exact opposite of them all.

The more you look at her, the more you feel your heat starting to make you feel hazy — and you're worried if you're good enough for the dear governor to breed.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice the tall muscular man towering over the three of you.

“You.” He hooks a finger to your collar, choking out a gasp from you. The man looks at the tag on your collar. “Claire's, huh? Did she take care of your heat already? Want an alpha more capable of breeding you?”

You're shaking, terrified, but you can't even do anything because here, you are just breeding holes. Brought on this island to please this alpha pack, and holes don't speak. Above all, Miles himself had said: I don't care if another alpha wants to claim you other than the assigned. It's up to them to take responsibility for their property.

He grins when he sees how your lip trembles, leaning down slowly towards your nape—

And the pressure on your neck is gone, followed closely by a loud water splash.

“Do not touch what's mine, Duke. This is your only warning.” Claire stands at the edge of the pool, pointer finger sharply pointed at the man. “You'd do well to remember that.”

You're still trembling, but not because of fear anymore.

She guides you away from the pool area wordlessly, keeping your gaze trained on her hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. 

None of her friends dared to stop Claire, her rage keeping everyone at bay.

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As soon as you get to the comfort of her room, Claire all but pushes you into the bed, her chest still heaving as she straddled your middle. Her eyes are still burning, though it wasn't directed at you. She's zoning out.

Claire was just happy bragging about you to her friends, a sweet little thing that you are when Birdie's voice cut her off. “Claire...”

And then all she saw was red, because no one, not even her closest friends, can touch what's clearly fucking hers, and they should know better than to do so because she swears they will not see the light of day—

“Mistress?” 

Your small voice grounds her to this moment, reminding her that you're here, that no one had snatched you up right under her nose before she can even officially mark you as hers. No one can.

She lets you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, the faint red mark on your wrist that her grip left catching her eyes. This time, gently, she brings it to her lips. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” you say, eyes shimmering with adoration. “Thank you, mist–”

Claire's soft lips caress yours for a second before she pulls away. Her bright blue eyes stare at yours, then at your lips, and back to your eyes, and back to your lips again.

You brush your nose against hers, voice hoarse as you whisper. “Please.”

“Your lips taste good, princess. I wonder…” she trailed off, face hovering along the valley of your breast and stomach, the slightest touch of the tip of her nose trailing making you shiver. She stops at the hem of your dress, eyes never once wavering off yours. “...no, I'm sure you're as sweet as you smell.”

Without another word, she dove into your cunt like a feast, the lack of any underwear a relief to you both.

Claire's cock ached to be freed out of its confines with your sex so graciously served to her on a silver platter. A pure omega, never been touched, holes clenching around nothing as you anticipate her touch.

“Fuck me like the whore that I am, mistress!”

An untouched omega with a dirty mouth? Well.

She smirked. You will be fucked like the whore that you are, but she needs you to produce as much slick as possible, not wanting your first time to hurt — but the thought that she will be the first person to ever fuck your cunt, the way she can see how goosebumps arise on your skin at the unfamiliar sensation of someone else's hands touching and prodding on your most intimate and sensitive parts has her head clouded with stormy lust, all focused on how she can destroy you, your tight little holes, and breed you round until you can't walk.

She uses her tongue to fuck your hole, her nose so deliciously rubbing against your puffy clit. She smiles to herself with how wet you're getting, with how desperate you sound. Claire didn't take too long to bring you your orgasm, and another, and another until she deemed you ready to take her cock.

Claire looks at you fondly, caressing your cheek with the back of your hand. Your eyes are glazed over with how fucked out you were, your hair a mess, the pretty marks and bruises she painted across the canvas of your skin.

She's barely even starting.

“I'm ready, mistress. ’M ready to be filled up…” you say with adoration, nuzzling your head against her touch. 

Claire coos, “Aww, sweet baby. Are you, really? You think you can take mistress' cock? You think it will fit your tight pussy?” She then claws her swimsuit off of her, sighing as she strokes her cock. 

You swallow as you see how thick and girthy she was, and Claire sees the way fear has flashed in your eyes. “I know it's scary and I know you're thinking about how my cock will fit you, do you still want it?”

A blink and your eyes once again gloss over with lust, nodding eagerly. 

“Good girl.”

Claire wants to flip you ass up face down, but she also wants to see the tears slipping the corner of your eyes once her cock enters you so she spreads your legs once more, rubbing her length against your clit and pussy lips before aligning the tip in your tight hole.

“You ready, baby?”

Claire takes your nod as a go signal, pushing her cock inside your pussy so slowly, you could feel every inch of her filling you and stretching your walls. She doesn't miss the tear that escape your eyes as you feel the burn of your alpha finally taking your cunt. She wipes it with her thumb, singing praises to your ear. “You're doing so well, my lovely omega. This pussy was made for my cock.”

She's fully sheathed inside you, and as much as she wants to start thrusting into you, she needs to know how you're feeling. Claire was a little worried by how you'd been quiet for the past few minutes save from your little whimpers and gasps.

Before she can ask, you beat her to it. “You're so big, mistress! But I can take it, you're right, my pussy is made for you. Please fuck me, please!”

Claire's cock twitches with how desperate you are and starts ramming her dick into your hole. The scream that you let out was music to her ears, and she intends to hear a fucking orchestra.

She grunts as she feels your hips move to meet hers, your breasts beautifully bouncing with her every thrust. She palms your mounds and pinches your stiff buds, letting another whine escape your lips. Your mouth was barely closed as she fucks you, all the moans downright pornographic, and her chest swelled with pride. She spits into your mouth, and you make a show of you swallowing it, making her thrust harder, a bulge forming on your belly with how deep she is. 

“Mmm, fuck, mistress! More, please!” You clench around her cock as she hits that special spot, making your back arch from the pleasure. You've never been more addicted to this feeling, full of your beloved alpha's cock, getting fucked for the first time like a good omega deserves, like you deserve.

You ask, and Claire delivers. She kept hitting that spot in hopes of you clenching around her again, feeling her knot starting to swell. Claire's all set to shoot all her load into you, nothing but feral thoughts in her lust-filled head. You wrap your legs around her waist to keep her close, feeling your own orgasm close.

“This pretty little pussy is mine, you hear me? No one else's.”

“I'm yours...I want to be yours, mistress! Please, please! Let me cum!”

“You want to be mine, lovely girl? You want mistress to breed you?” Claire whispers, her hot breath against your ear adding more fuel to the heat between your legs. 

“Yes! Yes please, mistress. I want your pups...”

“If you want my pups, I'll have to take you home with me. You'll be by my side, forever. Would you like that?”

“I'd like nothing more, mistress.”

“Good girl. Now take all of me and cum, baby. Go on, cum for mistress.”

Like it's meant to be, you cum as your alpha says. Claire follows right after, her knot adding more stimulation to your sensitive cunt. The way her thick release fills you to the brim makes you feel like you're floating, too blissed out with the intense pleasure you've just experienced. 

You let Claire lay above you, her face nuzzling your neck. She doesn't pull out, not yet. She has to make sure not one drop of her cum is wasted.

She sighs, satisfied, as she smells her scent covering your body. She presses an open-mouthed kiss on your throat, just above the collar tag where her name is.

You wrapped your arms around her and whispered, “Thank you, mistress. That was…I don't even know how to describe it. It's beyond words,” you pause, feeling brave as you lifted her chin and stole a bashful kiss. “I'm glad you're my alpha.”

You feel her smile against your skin. “Me too, darling. Me too. Now get rest as much as you can, because I'm not done with you.”

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All good things come to an end, but not what you and Claire had found with each other on this island. The two of you weren't even able to enjoy the full beauty this place had to offer as you remained cooped up in Claire's room, blessing every corner with spit, sweat, and cum.

“You ready to go home, baby?”

When she didn't hear you respond, she found you looking at distant strange people in the faraway part of the island.

Claire gently whisks your hand away, effectively leading your attention away from Miles' people burying Duke's body.

#claire debella x reader #claire debella x you #claire debella x y/n #agatha harkness x reader #eve fletcher x reader

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

I Think I Saw You

Ship: Eve Fletcher x Reader

Summary: You walk in on Eve doing something you that even in your wildest fantasies you'd never pictured her doing.

Word Count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings: smut, spanking, fingering, fluff

“Eve?” You call out, knocking in her front door as you twist the knob, opening it. “Are you home?”

You don't hear anything, and shrug, walking in before shutting the door behind you.

You've always had a long standing invitation to make the Fletcher home your home, ever since Eve had spotted you walking home in the pouring rain when you had been in middle school and had offered to drive you home.

You had seen the Fletchers around, and had even gotten asked to babysit for them once before your father had screamed at you for considering it.

The Fletcher house had become your escape from your own oppressive household, and by the time you had hit senior year, you considered Eve to be a good friend, despite the age gap.

You also at that point had developed a budding crush on her, one you had desperately did everything to hide that you had it.

Now that you're older, and already working on your masters, the age gap seems less huge, and you no longer felt any awkwardness with the way you interacted with the older woman, despite the fact you still feel little butterflies whenever you're around her.

The closer you get to the kitchen, the more your ears are able to pick up on the sound of something playing on a device, and you let out a breath of air, relieved Eve is home.

You want to talk to her about possibly helping wi-

You stop dead in your tracks.

Eve is laid across a kitchen table chair, her ass bare as she has her pants and underwear pulled down to around her knees, and from your angle, you can clearly see she's watching porn.

Her hand comes down onto her backside, mimicking what she's watching, and grunts at the impact.

You can't see her face, but you don't have to.

You have view enough.

You've fantasized about your pretty milf friend more than once, but you've never expected to ever witness something like this.

“E-Eve?” You splutter out.

Immediately the laptop slams shut and the older woman nearly topples off of the chair as she twists to look at you.

“Oh my god!”

Her whole face is flushed, and her pupils are blown wide.

“I-” You don't know where to start. “What… What are you doing?”

Eve seems just as caught off guard as you are, and her mouth opens and closes.

“Were- were you just-”

You cut yourself off, unable to bring yourself to utter the word “spank”.

The silence is deafening, and you're both frozen in shock.

Your eyes flick from Eve’s face to her exposed ass, which has ever so slightly pinked, telling you Eve had been doing… Whatever this was for a while before you had walked in.

“You-” You swallow hard, nervous. “You do realize you're not going to get the- the feeling you're after on your own right?”

Eve flushes a deeper shade of red and avoids your eyes.

Your heartbeat is finally starting to even back out, and you're made aware of a steady, pulsing need between your legs.

“Eve.”

Your voice is firmer now.

Something tells you that she has the presence of mind to either kick you out or cover herself up, and that indicates…

Well.

“Is this your first time… Exploring?”

She finally meets your eyes, and she ever so slightly nods, seemingly at a loss for words.

You feel a rush of confidence.

Here's a chance to act on all the fantasies you've ever had about the beautiful woman before you.

“Would you like some help with that?”

Your voice comes out low, sultry, and Eve's breath hitches.

You smirk, and put an extra sway into your hips as you walk over to where she's laying across the chairs.

“Why don't you get up and strip for me, baby? I promise I can make you feel so good.”

Eve's face grows impossibly redder.

“I-I don't- we're not- you're-”

Your laughter at her struggling for words makes her stop trying to talk.

“You’re adorable.”

Eve blinks.

“Do you know how often I've thought about you like this, a hand between my thighs?” You husk out, maintaining eye contact with the older woman.

“You were my gay awakening, Eve. It was like I got run over by a truck one day when I realized how badly I wanted you to kiss me.”

Eve honest to god whimpers.

“Come on… I can see you want to. I bet it's been too long since you've felt someone else like this.”

Eve bites her lip, and after a few moments of consideration, she wobbly stands, pulling off her sweats and underwear in one motion, before shucking her shirt off.

You resist groaning at the sight of her body being bared before you, but it's a close thing.

Never in your wildest imaginings did you even come close to picturing exactly how beautiful she is.

When her bra drops to the floor, you turn the chair around, sitting down in clear invitation.

“Lay over my lap, alright?”

Eve looks extremely nervous, and you smile gently at her.

“I promise sweet thing, I know exactly what you're trying to feel, and I can give that to you, if you let me.”

You aren't sure what it was, but at your words she crosses the room towards you, and stiffly settles herself across your lap.

“Good girl.” You whisper, and you can feel her shiver beneath you, your fingers gently dancing up and down her spine, and some of her stiffness disappears.

“If you need us to stop, just say so, okay?”

“Okay.”

You've never heard Eve sound so small, so vulnerable, and it sends a thrill through you, making you suddenly dizzy with the realization that you have Eve Fletcher bent over your lap, waiting for you to spank her.

“Do you think you'll be able to count for me?” You ask in a low tone, your fingers trailing dangerously close to running over her backside.

Her breath hitches again, before she lets out a low moan.

“Is that a yes?”

It's like her ability to speak has evaporated, and she whines instead of giving you a proper answer, and you can feel yourself growing wetter.

“Awww…” You coo. “Has your brain gone all fuzzy just from being laid over my lap? How sweet.”

“Please!”

The word tumbles from Eve’s mouth, and you can't help but give in.

“Alright, sweet girl. On three, I'll spank you.”

You lift your hand in preparation.

“One… Two… Three.”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounds through the room, as does the pornographic moan that comes from Eve, and she involuntarily bucks her hips.

“Liked that, did you? Dirty girl.” You laugh as Eve moans again at your words, and you slap her ass a second time, causing her to squirm.

Your free hand wraps around her middle, keeping her still.

“How many more times should you be spanked, hm? How often have you daydreamed about being turned over someone's lap like a naughty little slut?”

When Eve doesn't answer, she cries out with pleasure as you smack her again.

“Answer me.” You demand.

“I- I don't know!” She gasps out.

“Hm…” You pretend to ponder. “You don't know… Would it be safe to presume that you've fantasized about this at least… Oh, I don't know, twenty times?”

After a moment of silence, you reach over with the hand that's not wrapped around her middle and tangle it through her hair, forcing her head backwards so you can see how red she's turned.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do I make myself clear?”

You can feel how she tries to nod her head, but all she gets for her trouble is you gripping her hair tighter.

“Do I make myself clear?” You repeat, your tone hard.

“Y-yes! You're clear!” Eve forces out.

“Good.” Your voice has turned husky. “Now answer me. Have you fantasized about being spanked like this at least twenty times before?”

Eve whimpers. “Yes.”

“Then that's how many times I'll be spanking you. And I want you to count. Otherwise, I might lose my place and have to start all over again.”

Eve is silent, but you hadn't asked a question, and so you let it slide.

“Count.” You reiterate, before you detangle your fingers from her hair.

Eve moans when you spank her.

“O-one.” She breathlessly gets out.

“Good girl.” You murmur, before continuing.

“Two.” She moans.

With each spank, Eve makes another pretty noise, and she dutifully counts.

It makes you throb with want, especially because you can feel how wet she is. She's dripping onto your jeans, and you're sure when she gets up there'll be a nice sized wet patch.

“S-s-sixteen.” She stutters through her whine, her whole body wiggling as she desperately tries to find some friction.

“You're doing so well, beautiful girl.” You praise, and she whimpers in response.

Your head is practically spinning from the rush you're getting off of this, and you bite your lip as you groan.

You bring your hand down in a firm smack, and Eve gasps out.

“Oh, fuck!”

You gently rub your hand over her ass, humming.

“What number?” You prompt.

“Seventeen.”

Eve's voice is rough, and you can't help but slip your hand a little lower along her ass, and she whines.

“No- don't-”

“Don't what, sweet thing? Feel how wet you are?” You smirk. “I can feel how you're dripping onto my leg, slutty girl.”

She whines, and you decide to forgo the last three spanks, and instead you retract your arm from around her middle so that you can spread her cheeks apart, and you gasp at how puffy her pussy is.

“Oh, Eve. You poor thing. Would you like me to make this feel better for you?”

When you don't get an answer, you shift her a little, giving yourself easier access so that you can spank her directly on her cunt, and the noise that spills from her lips is obscene.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

Eve whines again, and wiggles.

“I can't do anything until you say yes, sweetheart.” You gently chide, your hand coming back between her thighs, this time to glide your fingers through her folds.

“Yes.”

Her voice is heavy with need, and she sounds like she's on the verge of tears with it.

“How do we ask to be touched?” You remove your fingers, now slick with Eve’s wetness, and slap her ass again.

Her moan echoes in the kitchen.

“Please! Please touch me.”

“Awww… Good girl.” You coo. “You just want to be a fucking slut, huh?”

Eve whimpers, and you laugh.

“You're so desperate, look at you. I'd bet that you're fucking slutty hole will take whatever I'll give it without any problems… Should we test that theory?”

“Please, please touch me. Make me feel good.” Eve begs, and you can feel yourself growing wetter at the sound of it.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” You say tenderly, before slipping one, two, three fingers into Eve, and she groans, bucking her hips.

You start off at an agonizingly slow pace, relishing in the way the older woman trembles beneath your touch, her plaintive begs and whines making you groan in turn.

“You're so wet, baby. This fucking greedy pussy of yours takes my fingers so well, you're such a fucking whore.”

You speed up your pace, and Eve drips down around your fingers, the sound of her sopping wet cunt filling the air, and your head grows heedy with the scent of her sex.

“God.” You groan. “You're fucking perfect, taking me so well, listen to how fucking desperate you are. Are you going to cum for me? Yeah? You wanna prove to me that you're a slutty little bitch? Gonna cum around my fingers in your fucking kitchen while you're bent over my lap like a dirty little whore?”

You can feel how she starts to flutter around you, can feel how close she is, and you slide your spare hand up and under, harshly groping at one of her tits, and Eve throws her head back and screams as she orgasms hard around you, her hips grinding wildly downwards in an attempt to ride out the waves of pleasure, and the sight is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot as well, despite how untouched you've gone.

“Fuck baby, you're so fucking beautiful like this. Fuck.”

Eve pants as she comes down from her high, and she whimpers when you retract your fingers from where they had been buried deep inside of her.

You bring your fingers up to your mouth and can't contain your wanton moan at the taste of her, and you know with complete certainty that you'll never be able to get enough of her.

“You taste so good, holy shit.” You say to her, and Eve cranes her head around to stare at you with an empty gaze, her face flushed deeply.

You smile softly at her, and run a hand through her hair.

She melts under your touch, her eyes gently fluttering shut, and you can't help the way your heart wells with emotion.

“Are you okay, Eve?” You ask.

“Mhm.” She hums.

“We gotta clean you off, honey.” You say.

“I know.”

“If I promised to stay, will you get up?” You try.

“Mmm…” Eve hums again.

“That's not an answer, sweet thing.”

Eve opens her eyes, and makes a motion to roll over in your lap, and your reaction time is a second too slow, and the older woman goes crashing to the floor.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Ow… Yeah… I'm… I'm okay. Sorry, my head feels… Fuzzy. Not from falling! From… From before.”

It's like a light bulb has been switched on in your head, even as you slide off the chair onto your knees to be sure Eve is really okay.

“Fuzzy like floating?”

Eve’s blue eyes draw you in.

“Mhm. Feels nice.”

You smile before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

“You have no idea what you're experiencing, do you?” You guess.

“Do you?”

Eve looks full of wonderment and in that moment you knew you were fucked.

You're head over heels for this woman, you're old crush coming rushing back tenfold, and of all the things to happen in this kitchen today, this is what causes your heart to start pounding in earnest.

“Yeah, honey.” You try so hard not to let your voice crack with your realization. “But we have plenty of time for that later. The floor is cold. And dirty. And a bath will be warm and clean.”

Eve's eyes brighten at the thought of a warm bubble bath.

“You'll run me a bath?” She excitedly asks.

You laugh, and move, gesturing that Eve should follow you.

“Of course I will. Aftercare is very important.”

Eve looks delighted, and you gently pull her close so you can whisper in her ear.

“Let me take care of you.”

#sky writes #sky's fics #c: eve #eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #mrs. fletcher #this was entirely self indulgent to the scene I had in my head

[zafirosreverie]

Habits (GN!Reader)

You can decide who this is with. Agatha, Pepa, Julieta, Carla, Ajak, Alma, any woman on my masterlist.

Idea taken from "Costumbres" by Rocío Dúrcal.

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You saw her walk away down the empty street, hidden in the night. The sound of her footsteps faded after a few seconds and her silhouette melted into the darkness a few moments later, just like the fleeting feeling of belonging inside you.

It was always like that, no matter how much you told yourself that it was wrong, that you shouldn't go through with it, that you needed to let her go, no matter how much you swore it would be the last time, it never was. She always came back.

Sometimes she would take days, other times weeks, but never more than a month. Even she couldn't stay away that long, and you couldn't let yourself forget about her either, though not for a lack of trying.

You had a strange relationship. You had loved her, perhaps more than you would ever admit aloud, and she had loved you back, perhaps less than her voice swore, but time kept on dancing on the clock and fate rearranged the pieces, and in that chaos, you realized that you did not fit in with her, that you did not belong by her side.

It was painful to realize it, but deep down, you knew what had to happen. The day she left, the black clouds swirled above your house, as if they could sense your own mood, and yet you managed to smile at her, wish her well, and not call out her name as she was lost in the sea of people.

You spent the first day locked in your room, in the chair or the dressing table, but never in your bed, you couldn't, not when her perfume was still there. By the third you learned to breathe again. On the fifth your feet woke up, on the twelfth you reconciled with sleep, on the fifteenth you recovered the taste for your favorite dishes, on the twentieth you smiled again. And at fiftieth...

On the fiftieth, she came back.

You wish you could say you weren't expecting her, you really wanted to say she had taken you by surprise. But it was not like that. There were no whispered apologies, no warm hugs, no secret smiles, not even that spark that had brought you together in the first place, nothing. Just...she was there. It was a fact, cold and raw, nothing more.

A weak, quick "hello" was all it took for the dance you were now dancing, and had been doing for the past five years, to begin.

It was strange, you didn't know anything about her, about her life, if there was someone you were betraying by receiving her when her most carnal passions needed you, but you didn't care much either.

You missed her, you always missed her, and no matter how much she denied it, you knew she couldn't forget you either, no matter how hard she tried. She was always going to come back, over and over, and over again. Even if she didn't feel any more love for you, just a grudge.

Neither did you if you were honest. You no longer had anything to feel for her, and that was worse.

But you missed her, you missed her so much. You missed not feeling alone, the warmth of sharing a bed with someone, of feeling someone else's skin on yours, of hearing happiness flowing from the lips attached to yours. It didn't matter that the illusion lasted a few hours before she was gone again. It was fine, she would come back, she always did.

"There is no doubt, it is true that habit is stronger than love" you whispered before closing the window and going back to bed.

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[agathasangel]

I Love Everything You Do- Part 1 (Eve Fletcher X Fem!Reader)

Warnings:Soft!Eve, Power Bottom!Eve, Sub!Top!Reader, Virgin!Reader,Obviously smut. Legal age gap (reader is early 20s Eve is mid 40s), Mommy kink ofc

Summary: After many nights spent partying together, Eve finally takes you home and shows you what you’ve been missing out on.

You’ve been to this bar so many times before just hoping to meet someone. To make friends. You’ve always been content being alone, but you still wanted to find your people. Every time you came out here you would usually hang out and drink with a group of older women. The one that was always there and who you could never get out of your head was named Eve.

The two of you would talk about your lives. She was divorced and had a son in college who wasn’t much younger than you.

“It’s still so hard. I mean it- it’s lonely. I miss them all the time. Even Ted- he cheated on me, I know, I should hate him, but-“

“No, I understand. You loved him, one thing doesn’t immediately take that away.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“No, not really. I’m pretty lonely too. I guess I’m just shy. You must think I’m pathetic, I’m out of college and have never had a boyfriend or girlfriend or anything-“

“No. No no no,” Eve put her and on your shoulder and looked at you straight in the eyes.

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

Eve was so beautiful, so kind, so comforting.

Another night, Eve told you all about her son’s first semester of college.

“I was all alone, and I just- oh my god this is so embarrassing- I just started watching porn, like, all the time.”

“That’s not embarrassing, Eve.”

“Then- then you met Amanda- I kissed her, and I had a threesome with her and this guy who was- he was nineteen. And then my son- my son walked in on us. It wasn’t great and I- I haven’t had sex since then.”

“Wow. Holy Shit.”

“And the kid knew my son, too. The hated each other.”

“Oh my god. Was he proud or embarrassed?”

“I don’t know. Probably both. We never talked about it again.”

“I wish I could tell you a story like that but I’ve got nothing. I’ve never even had sex before.”

“That was the last time I did it.”

“I get why that guy had a crush on you.”

“I don’t. Why would he want me over someone his own age?”

“Because older women are beautiful and smart. And because you’re you, Eve. You’re an amazing woman no mater how old you are.”

“You’re the sweetest. You’re so… pretty, too. I didn’t realize I until my son left that I’m bi. Like, that I’m into women I mean. Wow, I’ve never said that out loud before.”

“I mean you did have sex with Amanda.”

“Yeah, but- I don’t know. I’ve never talked about it before, or talked about how many other women I’ve been attracted to or said that I’m bisexual. You’re just so easy to talk to.”

“Wow, Eve. Thank You. You know, I’ve never been a big party girl but I go out every weekend now just so I can see you. It’s embarrassing, I know, but I really like you.”

“I like you too.”

“I know you fantasize about women. Have you ever had fantasies about me?” You were terrified to ask. You were scared that Eve would say no and you would be humiliated.

“Oh, all the time, honey.”

“What do you think about?”

“I think about undressing you, being the first woman to touch you.. My favorite thing to think about is teaching you exactly how to please me. I lay back and spread my legs and you just do as I tell you to do. What your Mommy tells you to do. And I’ll tell you how much I love it, and what a good little girl you are. Would you like that? Because I’m not working tomorrow or anything, I could call an Uber and take the both of us back to my place right now if you felt like it.’

“I want that so badly Eve,” you said, your breathing still heavy, “but I’m scared I won’t do a good enough job.”

“Oh honey, trust me. You’ll be amazing just because you’re you”

You listened to Eve and went home with her.

“You’re such a pretty thing, look at you. So cute and innocent. Are you nervous?”

“A little bit. I just wanna do a good job for you, Mommy,” you said, trying out the title Eve had called herself earlier.

“It’s okay. Don’t be scared little one, Mommy’s gonna show you exactly how to please her.”

“I- I can do that Mommy. I can be good and obedient for you Mommy.”

Eve cupped your cheek in her hand, “I know, baby. Let me give you a kiss first.”

And Eve kissed you hard, the first time you kissed anyone in a very long time. Her hands moved all over your body, groping your breasts, your butt, and your thighs. Eve slowly pulled away from you and you quietly whimpered at the loss of contact. But she quickly made up for it by taking off all her clothes. Her body was incredible, just a beautiful work of art. Eve lay down on the bed and spread her legs, beckoning you closer to her. You sat in between her legs, looking at her pussy. You had never seen another woman’s up close before and you weren’t quite sure what to do.

“What should I do first Mommy?”

“First, you’re gonna rub my clit like this,: and she demonstrated, taking two fingers and rubbing them in a circular motion around her clit. You did as Eve said and she let out a soft, shaky breath.

“Yes little one, just like that, that feels so nice…”

After a few minutes, Eve instructed you to insert a finger into her, then another, then another.

“That feels so good, baby! You’re doing such a good job. Good girl, good…”

Eve laid the praise on heavy, and you loved it. You leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and she giggled.

“You’re so cute, little one. Now, Mommy has a very special toy she wants you to fuck her with. Wait here.”

Eve went into the closet and pulled out a dildo and harness.

“I’ve never used these before, babe. But I keep collecting toys hoping to find someone. I wanna try them finally.”

Eve helped you into the harness and led you back to the bed, kissing you. She lay down on her back and held onto your hips as she guided you into her. Eve was so wet, so excited.

“Yes, that’s it baby, fuck Mommy, make her feel good. Just like that…” said Eve as you started nervously thrusting into her.

“Harder, little one, that’s it. You’re so cute when you do that.”

You went harder with Eve’s help, her hands gripping your hips.

“Is this good, Mommy? Am I making you feel good?” You asked as you used your hands to play with Eve’s breasts. You could hear her moans getting louder and more excited as you went harder.

“Yes baby, yes, keep doing that. Keep playing with Mommy’s breasts, just like that. You’re such a good girl! Keep going.”

You could feel yourself getting wet too, and you went faster with your Mommy’s encouragement.

“I’m getting so close baby. I’m so close! You’re fucking Mommy so good baby, yes!”

Eve came and you kissed her. The both of you just stayed there for a while, with you on top of and inside of her, and her hands groping you.

“That was great. How do you feel, baby?”

“I’m so wet, Mommy.”

“I can take care of that after you rest up, beautiful girl.”

#eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #eve fletcher imagine #wlw smut #Kathryn Hahn #mrs fletcher #kathryn hahn imagine

[fakeagatha]

Mrs Fletcher | Prof! Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader

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A/N: I've been planning on starting this series for about a week now, and I never thought I'd write something like this but here we are!

SFW, but with implied NSFW

Words: 1112

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Chapter One

Most people enjoy college and university, but you just can't help but disagree. It felt quite boring, as nothing eventful ever happened. It was as if the days just kept repeating themselves, over and over again. You hoped maybe something interesting would finally happen-

"Miss L/N?"

You perked up, not realizing you had zoned out until your professor had called on you.

"Uhm, answer B?" You replied randomly.

"Correct, well done." She smiled back to you in response.

For some reason, you had blushed at the compliment. You weren't sure why, but you guessed that Fletcher was just one of those teachers you approved of.

Your teacher paced around the class, collecting everyone's assignments, before she resumed babbling on.

You continue listening to the woman's lecture, which surprisingly wasn't as bad as some of the other ones you have to listen to daily from your other professors. You saw as she used many hand gestures and facial expressions when speaking which you found quite cute, showing a small smile as you looked down to your notebook.

Finally, she finished up, dismissing you all from class. You stayed behind and you took your time gathering your things. Eve noticed you, and now that she had the chance to talk to you alone, she took it.

"You've got a lot of potential." She spoke up, making you pause from putting your things away. "Last week's assignment, it was probably one of the best i've read so far." She smiled, leaning her hand on your desk.

You looked away from her gaze, but still returned the smile. "Thank you, professor, I appreciate it." You looked back up at her to meet her eyes, before she dismissed you.

'Her eyes, they're absolutely gorgeous!'

You blinked back the thought, but still wondered why she caught your attention the way she does.

"Boo!"

You screamed, "Jesus Christ Steve! You're seriously going to give me a heart attack one day!" You groaned.

Steve was your friend since highschool, one of the few that actually stuck around and attended the same university as you. You had become really close during that period, forming a strong bond.

"What's up with you and Fletch?" He grinned.

"What are you talking about?" You replied back, looking at him in confusion.

He rolled his eyes, "Come on, we've all seen how you look at each other, you couldn't even look at her after she gave you that tiny compliment!"

You scoffed, "I don't get what's so weird about my reaction." You deadpan.

"M'kay then." He smirked as you both continued walking down to your next class.

The final bell of the day rang as you quickly got out of the classroom, as you just wanted to go back to your dorm and rest. Luckily for you though, it was pouring with rain outside.

You sobbed internally, walking into the rain as you didn't have a hood or an umbrella. That was until, Eve was conveniently walking past on her way to her car.

She quickly walked over to you with an umbrella in her hand, "Y/N honey, you're going to catch a cold, let me walk you back to the dormitory building!"

HONEY. You're officially deceased.

"I don't want to burden you professor, there's no need, it's only a five minute walk; I'll be fine!" You smiled in thanks to her, but she insisted.

So there you were, walking ridiculously close to each other so you could both fit under her tiny umbrella. She was holding you by the arm to assure you weren't getting wet. Well, maybe you were elsewhere, but that's irrelevant.

The walk felt like it lasted forever as you arrived to the dorms, you thanked her profusely and said your goodbyes, walking inside.

You sped walk to your room, plopping your things down wherever there was room.

'ohmygod'

You looked at yourself in the mirror only to see how red your face had become. Why?

Your face smacked into the pillow as you laid on your bed, after changing, and you switched on your phone.

Steve sent a photo

1 New Message

You opened the chat, seeing a photo of you and Eve walking awfully close to each other under her umbrella.

Steve: This is absolutely golden, I'm never letting you forget this!

Y/N: STEVEN SANDLER!!!!! Where did you even find that???

Steve: Don't worry, I took it, so you're in safe hands! 😁

You quickly pressed the call button and he answered almost immediately, laughing at you.

"Show that to anyone and you are literally dead." You whisper shouted into the phone.

"Trust me, far from the jokes, I wouldn't show anyone. Speaking of which, what were you saying about there's clearly nothing between you and Fletcher?" He asked, grinning like an asshole.

"There isn't. She was just... walking me home, cause it was raining." You said casually.

He rolled his eyes, "Okay okay, i'll see you tomorrow, Y/N Fletcher."

The last thing he heard was your cut off scream before he hung up.

God you loved him, but he was a little shit. You smiled fondly before opening up your diary, like you usually did, and started writing.

January 14th, 2019                                                                                                                            

I've noticed something strange happening to me. Today I was completely distracted because of my professor. She called on me in class, and I couldn't even look at her in the eye after she told me I did a 'good job' on answering correctly. She walked me home today as it was raining, but that's just because she felt the need to do it, right? She doesn't actually care. Anyway, Steve is convinced I'm in love with her which I am certainly NOT, she is my teacher for crying out loud. Either way I can't help but deny that she is attractive. I generally do find older women attractive, but she stands out more with those blue eyes and brown hair. Not only that, but her personality. She's kind and caring, never being too harsh on her students. As I said though, I don't have a crush on her.

You closed the book, leaving it on the nightstand as you scrolled online for the next hour, soon falling asleep

Eve approached you with her usual smile, and leaned against your desk in her classroom. She gently grabbed your chin to look at her, kissing your lips.

Her's were soft, as you had expected, and you cupped her cheek as she got closer to you. In a flash you were suddenly in the middle of the Sahara desert with some random woman you'd never seen in your life. Dreams can be weird and disappointing.

#eve fletcher #mrs fletcher #kathryn hahn #agatha x reader #agatha coven of chaos #agatha harkness #eve fletcher x reader #wandavision

[epiphanyfics]

Masterlist/Request Info

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What I write: Romance, some NSFW, a whole lot of fluff. Will write most kinks besides what is listed on my "do not write" list. I prefer writing f!reader or nb!reader/gn!reader, but can do any depending on the vibe.

What I don't write: Noncon, feet, piss, scat, romance or NSFW involving any children/those under 18. (Note: I can, and most likely will add to this list in the future. This is just off the top of my head.)

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Larissa Weems

Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/f!reader) (NSFW)

Our Own Private World (Larissa Weems/gn!reader)

Morticia Addams

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Thirteenth Doctor

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Yasmin Kahn

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Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

The Morning After. (Drabble) (Ambrose/gn!reader)

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Rematch (Zelda Spellman/f!reader)

Hilda Spellman

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[lobey-scribbles]

Can I please request a fic with post-Azkaban Sirius Black where he’s really happy during Christmas in OoTP and celebrates with his wife (the reader) the Order and the kids?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i really hope you like it :)

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Grimmauld Place’s First Merry Christmas - Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

summary: Sirius Black had largely considered Grimmauld Place to be the most miserable place on Earth, second only to Azkaban itself. So when, for the first time in his life, he feels genuinely happy there, surrounded by his loved ones, he can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude.

word count: 1.2k

themes: FLUFF

warnings: none

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The radiance of the fire and the joyous laughter of his friends enveloped Sirius Black as he leaned against the mantelpiece, watching the snowflakes dance in the glow of the street lights outside. He took a sip of his mulled wine, relishing in the spices that tingled on his tongue.

As he enjoyed his quiet moment, Sirius couldn't help but overhear the boisterous conversation happening across the room between Mad-Eye Moody and Mundungus Fletcher.

"Oi, Dung, keep your eyes off the presents under the tree," Moody grumbled, his magical eye fixed on the thief.

Mundungus let out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting towards the twinkling Christmas tree. "Who, me? I was just admiring them from afar."

Arthur Weasley chuckled at the exchange, "You know, Moody, maybe we should put someone on watch duty for the night. Make sure he doesn't try anything."

Mundungus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but before he could protest, Bill Weasley spoke up, "Maybe we should let him have one present as a reward for being such a good boy this year. After all, he’s not been chucked into Azkaban just yet."

Laughter erupted around the room, and Sirius couldn't help but join in. He was surrounded by his loved ones, and their playful banter was just another reminder of how lucky he was to have them.

His eyes then settled on you, who was sitting on a plush armchair by the fire, lost in thought as you observed Fred, George and Ginny‘s antics as they played a particularly competitive game of exploding snap. Sirius smiled softly, admiring how beautiful you looked in the warm glow of the firelight.

He walked over to you, taking a seat on the armrest of your chair,

“I could feel you staring, you know.” you remarked, playfully

“Can’t I appreciate my stunning wife on Christmas Eve?” a smirk played at Sirius’s lips, “You know I can’t help myself when you’re around, darling,” he responded, as his fingers traced your back lightly, his eyes still transfixed on you, causing your heart to flutter rapidly.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked, regaining your composure and taking his hand in yours.

"Just enjoying the moment," he replied, candidly.

Sirius couldn't help but feel an overwhelming gratitude that fuelled his entire body, for being alive and surrounded by the people he loved. He looked around at the members of the Order who were gathered in the room, all chatting and laughing together.

"Merlin, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd hear jubilation in this house," he joked, nudging your shoulder lightly.

You chuckled softly, gazing lovingly at the gathering of all their friends. "It's amazing how much things can change, isn't it?"

Sirius nodded, smiling at her. "Yeah, it is. And I'm so grateful for every moment we have together."

You turned your head to look at him, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Me too, Sirius. You have no idea how much you mean to me."

Sirius leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I think I do," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

At that moment, Lupin approached you both, a warm smile spread across his face.

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” he teases, taking a seat on the armchair next to you.

“Oh, nothing much.” you replied, playfully nudging Sirius, “Just relishing in the Christmas spirit.”

“Don’t think we’re the only lovebirds here if I'm not mistaken.” Sirius said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Could have sworn I saw you and Tonks snogging in the hall earlier.”

Remus chuckled, though his face had gone slightly pink. He took a sip of his own mulled wine. “Well, it's good to see you both so happy. You deserve it, after everything you've been through.”

Sirius nodded, a sombre expression crossing his face for a moment before he shook it off. He sighed, “Yeah we do. And I'm glad we have all of you to celebrate it with.”

The three of you chatted for a while, Sirius and Remus reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts. “Remember the time you and James levitated all the furniture to the ceiling in McGonagall’s office?”

Sirius let out a bark of laughter, “Oh, she was livid! But it was worth it just to see Minnie’s face when she walked into her empty office.”

“Yeah, but if I remember correctly it was up to me to get you both out of detention.”

“Yeah, we were a pair of right little terrors. We needed you, Remus, to keep us out of trouble.”

At the mention of James, Sirius’s eyes fell on Harry, Ron and Hermione who were joking and chatting amongst themselves in the corner of the room. A wave of happiness crashed over him. It meant everything to Sirius to know that despite the danger they faced, Harry was still able to find joy in these small moments and just be a teenager.

“Hey, you lot!” he called out, gesturing for them to come over. “Why don't you join the old folks for a couple of drinks?”

The trio grinned and made their way over, settling themselves on the floor by the fire.

As the night began to wind down, one by one, everyone began to make their way up to bed, saying their goodnights and exchanging heartfelt hugs and kisses. You had gotten up to make your way to your bedroom too, when Sirius wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back to the armchair.

“Sirius- it’s nearly midnight!” you let out a gasp of surprise.

“Just stay here with me a little bit longer,” Sirius pleaded, his eyes locking onto yours. “I don't want the night to end just yet.”, peppering gentle kisses down the side of your neck.

A blush began to dust your cheeks, unable to ignore the way his lips burnt into your skin, “Alright, but only for a little while.”

Sirius sighed contentedly, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the warmth of each other's company.

“You know, I never thought I'd be able to celebrate Christmas like this,” Sirius spoke up, breaking the silence. “With you, Harry, and all our friends. It's more than I could have ever hoped for.”

You ran your fingers through his curls, smiling softly. “I'm just glad you're here with us, Sirius. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Sirius lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glassy with emotion. “I am happy, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Happier than I've been in a long time. And it's all because of you.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed all the love and gratitude that Sirius had felt in his heart. When you pulled away, he smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Come on, let's go to bed,” you said, standing up and pulling him with you.

As you made your way up the stairs, Sirius's heart felt as though it had swelled about ten times its size. He had found happiness after all those years of despair and loneliness.

As he climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close, he knew that he had everything he needed right here in this moment : his family, his friends, and the love of his life. And for the first time in a long time, he felt truly content.

#harry potter #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #marauders #sirius black #sirius black x reader #remus and tonks #sirius black fanfiction #order of the phoenix #sirius deserved better #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fluff #lobey-scribbles #lobey-scribbles fanfic requests #guys i’m actually a wolfstar shipper promise #harry potter sirius black

[neuroprincess]

who do i write for

NEW MASTERLIST ^^ and NEW LIST OF CHARACTERS

Characters

Criminal Minds

Alex Blake | Elle Greenaway | Emily Prentiss | Jennifer Jareau | Penelope Garcia | Tara Lewis

Law & Order: SVU

Alex Cabot | Casey Novak | Liz Donnelly | Olivia Benson | Rita Calhoun

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman | Lilith/Mary Wardwell | Zelda Spellman

Abbott Elementary

Ava Coleman | Melissa Schemmenti

+ characters by Kathryn Hahn

Agatha Harkness | Carla Dunkler | Claire Debella | Eve Fletcher | Olivia Octavius / Doctor Octopus

+ characters by Gwendoline Christie

Brienne of Tarth | Larissa Weems

+ extras

Maura Isles

#alex blake x reader #alex cabot x reader #agatha harkness x reader #ava coleman x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #casey novak x reader #carla dunkler x reader #claire debella x reader #elle greenaway x reader #emily prentiss x reader #eve fletcher x reader #hilda spellman x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #liz donnelly x reader #lilith x reader #mary wardwell x reader #larissa weems x reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #olivia benson x reader #olivia octavius x reader #doctor octops x reader #penelope garcia x reader #rita calhoun x reader #tara lewis x reader #zelda spellman x reader #female reader #kathryn hahn x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #maura isles x reader

[imdoingsortagay]

Give me something to dream about

Summary: As Eve Fletcher's best friend, you help her experience the joy that comes from sleepovers.

wordcount: 3.8k

a/n: enjoy this nerds

Warnings: Smut below the cut, 18+ below, MINORS DNI OR I'M BLOCKING, masturbating, dirty dreams, Rachel Weisz, oral( r receiving), fingering ( both r)

“ you’ve never had a sleepover Eve?” 

It was a regular occurrence for the two of you to meet during the week. 

Every week on Tuesday, you and Eve would go to a local coffee shop to enjoy each other’s company, talk about life, and whatnot. Like today when the older woman was talking to you about how she didn’t have a “ regular “ experience growing up. 

To be fair, Eve isn’t a “ regular “ person in her humble opinion. As she’s a woman in her mid 30’s just now exploring who she is in all aspects of her life.

Sexually too as she didn’t know there was so much to bringing yourself to pleasure and so she felt a little embarrassed when you asked if she had a sleepover in all of her years of living. 

“ I didn’t have many friends in my old town y/n,” Eve says before taking a sip of her latte, “ nobody was lining up to be my friend and so stuff like that.” 

“ I definitely would have pretty girl,” and the moment that your words come out of your mouth, Eve can’t help but blush at the compliment. All these years of knowing each other, you never got tired of making her feel nice and pretty. 

“Well, it’s not like I can have a sleepover now as a full-grown adult y/n,” Eve tells you before a brilliant idea comes to mind. 

“ Eve “ 

“ yes ?” 

“ come over to my apartment?” You ask excitingly 

“What?”

“ as your best friend in the universe,” you say as you grab her hand,” it’s my job to give you the experiences that you’ve never had so I’m inviting you to a sleepover at my apartment, does Saturday night work for you?” 

“ no that’s perfect y/n!” 

“All you need to do for me Eve is bring a set of Pjs to change into and a fun attitude for the night we’ll have”. 

Hours later after hanging out with you, Eve lay in her bed wondering what the two of you might do at your apartment. 

She’s been over countless times in the two years of your friendships sure but never stayed over as she had her own home. No point in sleeping over when the older woman has her place. 

She has no reason to be nervous about sleeping over for the weekend, as she heard you tell her hours ago at the coffee shop that you’re there to give her the experiences she never had. 

Eve calms herself down a bit enough to sleep and drifts off to sleep to look forward to tomorrow. 

“ Eve,” she hears you moan, the older woman unaware of where she is.

The room is dark but all she can manage is to see some light coming from the room. Out of curiosity, Eve follows it to see you, plopped right down in the middle of the queen-size bed using a vibrator on your very puffy and wet cunt. 

“ Need you in me, Mommy,” you moan louder, and without a second missed, Eves's right-hand goes between her legs, needing to soothe her desire. 

“ pretty little thing for mommy,” Eve mumbles to herself,” this is so bad”. 

“ then come fuck me yourself Mommy,” she hears you say before she’s between your legs, strap randomly appearing,” I’m here to give you an experience you want or never had”.

“ Fuck”, she yells out loud into her bedroom, wondering why she’s dreaming about this. Eve looks to her window to see the Sun just rising and she plops down on the bed, feeling her panties soaked at the thought of you. 

Her best friend, someone who she confided in when she was navigating living alone in her home for the first time, dating, bars, and whatever else her mind could think of.  

Eve can’t be having all these wet dreams about you when she’s supposed to be spending the weekend at your apartment later in the day so she tries to google how to distract her mind off of you. Too early for the older woman to be drinking, sleeping would probably bring all those dirty dirty dreams back into her mind so the last thing seems to be masturbating or looking at something else.

“ I need to fuck myself now,” she says to herself as she pulls out a bright blue vibrator from her nightstand. 

hours later

Y/n :): text me when you get here Eve!!!! 

Eve sees your text on her phone before she starts the drive to your apartment, grateful that it’s just a quick 10-minute drive from her house but she felt nervous. 

The dream from last night went through her mind again, how wet she got seeing your dream body fucking yourself with a bright pink vibrator or where it almost got to the point of Eve fucking you with a strap-on that she didn’t know got there. It didn’t help that she woke up with some very soaked panties and confusing feelings that were then followed by masturbating for an hour and cleaning the house to distract her. 

She blasts whatever radio station is on, focusing on the route there while you’re just doing some last-minute cleaning around your apartment before she arrives, dancing along to the playlist that Eve had kindly made for you. 

The older woman had been a good friend of yours, being there for you during a hard time, you do the same to her and you always wanted to make her happy. 

 Eve : ( sent from iPhone) should be there in 5 minutes! 

You could not have been more excited to have her over for the weekend, knowing Eve and still not having her over. While she would say that she never saw the point of sleepovers, you were still excited either way to do all the fun and cheesy things that people do while sleeping over. 

Snacks were all stocked up in the fridge, blankets were in your closet for forts, clothes on the nightstand to change in and all you had to do now was wait for her to show up for the fun night to commence.

~

“ is this the drunk playlist I made for you last month y/n?” Eve says as you greet her with a hug, not missing the way that you quickly pull her into your place.

“ it has all the bangers Eve,” you pause as you close the door,” It’s my favorite”. 

You don’t fail to see the blush on the woman in front of you, opting to just continue on either the conversation.

“ Did you get the wine ?”

“ Of course Eve,” you dramatically gasp,” how could I forget my best friend's favorite wine in the whole world”. 

You could sense that the older woman was a bit tense but you chose not to say anything, knowing fully well she’ll tell you later on. in the meantime, Eve helps herself to the wine at the counter while you try to set up some shows to watch. 

“ master chef ?” 

“We saw that last week y/n”.

“ what about that new one I told you to watch Eve, dead ringers ?” 

“ didn’t watch it,” she says as she takes a sip of her wine, unaware of the reaction she’s about to pull from you for that answer alone.

“ EVE GET YOUR BUTT HERE TO MY COUCH,” and without a beat, Eve makes her way to the couch, trying to hide her blush but you pay no attention to it as you press pause.

a couple of hours later

“How are you liking the show, honey?” You ask Eve, who’s now found herself cuddling up against you on the couch. A common occurrence between the two of you but now all the older woman can think about is your arm around her waist, the dirty thoughts from the morning coming back and she tried her best to pay attention. 

“ Rachel Weisz is hot,” she mumbles, hoping you hear as she’s trying to not look you in the eyes. 

“Eve,” you say to her and to say she looked so soft was an understatement. 

“ you wanna speak up for me again honey ?”

“ Rachel is hot y/n, she says louder to you and she feels warm inside as you bring her closer to your body, wondering if it’s due to the wine or something else.

“ how’s the wine? Good? Want more snacks? I got some leftover cake if you want or even-“ 

“ y/n can we finish the show, please? “ 

2 hours later, popcorn and some comments from you have Eve yawning.

“Honey, it’s only 11 pm,” you start as Eve gets up to grab her bag where she packed her sleep shorts,” we just got started with the plans for the night”.

“ y/n, we are two different people, I’m old and sleep early while you’re young,” she explains as she heads to your bathroom to change.

“ Do you want to continue the sleepover festivities tomorrow morning then ?” You yell loud enough for her to hear. 

“ you can stay up if you want though babe,” the older woman yells back,” I don’t wanna ruin the night with my sleepiness”. 

Eve is almost scared to death when she opens the door to find you in a large shirt, shorts, and slippers. Her mind races again with so many dirty thoughts and she can feel her underwear starting to soak.

“ no I’m going to sleep right now too and we’ll sleep in my room 'cause I know you don’t want to deal with back pain,” you tell her as you grab her hand to lead her to the bed.

She’s been to your apartment so many times but your bedroom was the one place you haven’t seen. It’s simple and adorable like you, with a couple of posters, and cute stuffed animals displayed with a couple of pictures. 

“ left or right Eve ?” 

“ I’ll go left side,” she tells you as she gets under the sheets while you get on the right, leaving some space between the two of you to not make her uncomfortable. 

“ night Eve, “ you announce as the both of you fall asleep. 

While you fall asleep easily within the next hour and a half, Eve can’t say the same as she lets her mind want to all the situations that can happen at the moment.

She could sneak out of the room to fuck herself in the bathroom, wait til she gets back home to go masturbate and the very risky one is just masturbate here.

Not like you’ll hear her.

So the older woman next to you wait a couple of minutes to ensure you’re asleep before she starts to slowly move her hand to her sleep shorts. Letting out a whine at just how naughty this all is, Eve doesn’t wait and skips the foreplay before touching herself, already lost in the enjoyment. Doing a bad job to try to hide her moans as she lets her fantasies run wild inside of her mind. 

 When it comes to fucking herself, Eve could never hold back and it was always a challenge for her to keep any sort of quiet.

She didn’t mean to be so loud when she was touching herself. After all the cuddling the whole night, the very sexy scenes in dead ringers, and not to mention the endless compliments you gave her, it wouldn’t have been too long til you caught her in the act.

“ fuck this is so bad,” you hear as you wake up from sleep, thinking it’s a dream and when you look onto your left side you’re met with something way different. 

Eve Fletcher who’s usually very shy, blushes at all your compliments, dirty jokes, and even the mention of sex is laying down next to you, with her hand inside her sleep shorts while failing badly at hiding her moans. 

“ ohhhhhhhhh feels so good,” she whispers and moans before you let your horny mind take over at the moment.

You had assumed that you were having a wet dream, but the shock to you when you look over to Eve’s side of the bed to your best friend, innocent and for the most part shy Eve Fletcher touching herself, letting out what you think are some of the prettiest moans ever. The same woman who easily blushes at all the pet names that you call her gives her compliments and not mention turns as red as a tomato when you make any sort of dirty joke. 

Where was this side of Eve all these years? 

They always say that it’s always the quiet ones to look out for.

“ holy fuck,” you say aloud at the sight. It was something straight out of a corny porn video

While in most situations, Eve would be so embarrassed to be caught by you, her horny side took over and she went on with fucking herself. You can hear just how soaked she is, wondering if all those scenes in dead ringers were the reason for her wetness.

“ didn’t think you’d do something like this Eve, you naughty girl,” you joke and the older woman stops, taking a minute to realize that she’s been caught but that she still hadn’t cum. 

“ oh my god I have to go,” she tells you, removing the sheets from on top of her. 

She wasn’t too quick to get up before you got on top of her and pinned her to the bed, careful not to hurt her in any way. 

“ don’t go, baby,” you whine,” Eve don’t go please “. 

“ why aren’t you kicking me out of your apartment y/n?” 

“ you haven’t done anything to make me uncomfortable baby,” you start,” if you did I would have thrown stuff at you to leave but I found it kinda hot”. 

“ you found me hot,” Eve says more as a statement than a question, shocked that after what just happened, that you find her hot. 

“Why do you think I compliment you so fucking much Eve?” You ask her and she tries to cover her face but you stop her. 

“ I thought you were being nice,” Eve says, too afraid to believe it. 

“ oh you’re so innocent,” you say as one of your hands roams around her body and all the dirty thoughts come in,” do you want me to help you out princess? I won’t pressure you to do something”. 

“ no, I want you,” Eve answers and you immediately start kissing her. After all these years of being friends with her and having a secret crush on her, fucking all those women to forget her, you have her in your bed. 

“ I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else princess,” you say between kisses, the woman below you letting out the prettiest moans. 

“ fuck you must be so wet baby,” you tell her as you make your way to her neck to give her a hockey,” didn’t think sweet innocent Eve was such a pervy thing ?”.

“ you should see the porn I watch,” she tells you as she tries to hold herself from touching you, scared you’ll stop. 

“ maybe you should tell me all your dirty fantasies instead of holding off princess,” you pause,” instead trying not to touch me, baby, cmon I know you want to run your hands around me.” 

“ I’ve touched myself at the thought of you,” Eve starts as you help her out of her shirt, taking her bra off along with it,” or using a toy on my pussy”. 

“ go on, don’t be rude princess,” you tell her before starting to such on her left nipple while your other hand goes to her right one. You put your knee to her clothes center, not missing the way she immediately starts moving her hips for some sort of friction. 

“ I have this pink vibrator that my friend got me,” she says before moaning,” which I use while I imagine you watching me”. 

You take your mouth off her nipple, head overcome with joy and horniness that how fucking hot she is. 

 “ take off your shorts princess,” you tell her as you get up from your bed to head to your closet,” let's open so I can see your pussy too.” the older woman has no problem following your orders as you look throughout for one of your toys. 

“Can you hurry up please y/n?” Eve whines, she can only stay still so much til she’s back to touching herself again, not needing to hide it from you this time. 

“ be a good girl princess, I don’t want to have to punish you our first time together,” you say as you turn around with the toy in hand to find Eve yet again touching herself. This time without her shorts and she has one finger inside of herself to start.

“ Didn’t think I’d be dealing with a fucking brat today,” Eve hears you say as she tries for one more finger in her cunt before you grab her hand to taste her juices.

“ you look good Angel,” Eve whines, getting annoyed with you for not letting her add another finger. What the woman doesn’t expect is you turning on your pink wand to the highest setting and setting it on her pussy. Not wanting to make her talk back, you shove two fingers into her wet cunt to make yer swoon.

“ God, where were you all these years Eve Fletcher?” You ask while all the woman can do is moan and whine, thinking she’d be the one to fuck you but the universe seemed to throw a fastball at her.

“ the things I’d imagine doing to you when I was alone in bed, using one of my toys,” you tell the woman. 

“ fuck I’m close,” Eve whines as she tries her best not to cum as a means to last longer.

“ cum for me princess, I want to hear all those naughty dreams of yours,” you encourage her,” wanna hear about you fucking yourself while your baby was here doing the same”.

It doesn’t take long before the older woman under you cums, letting out a loud moan as her orgasm hit. Eve not caring about noise as she finally was able to let go and enjoy herself. 

Eve takes a second to breathe, in the meantime, you slowly remove the toy and your fingers from her to back in her juices. All the woman under you can do is whine and stare in amazement as you clean up your fingers. 

“Maybe I should have you like this the next time I fuck myself huh pretty girl? Just use you like a perfect toy to get off?” 

In a shocking turn of events, Eve musters up the courage to change positions, having you under her body before she goes to the place where you need her the most. 

“ fucking hell baby,”  you say as you keep the woman’s head in place, amazed at how good Eve is making you feel. This is better than any of the wet dreams you’ve recently had about her that is certain. 

“ how long has it been since you fucked someone baby? “

“ since Amanda and that other lady,” Eve says as she inserts two fingers into your wet cunt, eliciting a moan from you,” which was a year ago at the bar”. 

“ the one with the suit ?” 

“ she was kinda a bitch,” Eve says as she watches you enjoy her fingers inside her cunt,” and she was going on about some ex of hers, I think it was Blair or something “.

“ go faster please princess,” you moan out,” let me cum and maybe your Angel can grind her pussy on yours”. 

“ get my toy as well babe and use it on me,” you order as you grab your other toy from her, Eve turning it on and placing the toy on your clit while she roughly fingers you. 

Eve’s mind starts to feel fuzzy, her mind going to different places but it doesn’t take her long to make you cum, mouth open as you let go for the woman.

 A couple of minutes pass before Eve removes her fingers from your cunt, moving herself to lie down next to you as you recover, giving you the perfect show. 

“ Done so soon Princess?” You ask and all Eve can do is nod, not knowing what to say next.

“ You wanna continue Eve ? I don’t mind if we cuddle if you’re not up for it”. 

“ no! M ready to go”.

“Does your head feel all floaty baby? “.

“ mhm,” she nods, inching closer to you, looking so sweet and perfect.

“ what if I have you grind on top of my thigh princess? Let me be an Angel and help you cum one more time,” you say before helping her to go on your right thigh.

“ you got this princess or do you want me to - “before you can even finish your sentence, Eve slowly starts to grind her cunt on your thigh, grabbing the toy that the older woman was using on you earlier to enjoy the show above you. 

Why need porn when you have this gorgeous woman grinding above you? 

“ m feel good angel,” she moans out, making a show of getting herself off as she gropes her tits in front of you, not before showing them in your face to suck on her perky nipples. 

“ close close close ahhhhh,” she tells you, increasing her pace.

“ cum for me princess,” you say to her as you continue to suck on her nipples, feeling closer to cum as well, the both of you letting our mains together, Eve landing straight on top of your sweaty body. 

“ Best sleepover ever,” you mumble to the woman as you turn off the toy and throw it in the open nightstand drawer.

“Is this what you do in sleepovers y/n,” Eve asks, too tired to move as she cuddles into your nude body. 

“ fucking my best friend after I caught her touching herself? Never happened before that’s for sure,” you explain to her. 

Eve yawns after you say that, smiling like crazy that a situation that could have been badly ended up good, not to mention getting to see you cum and tasting you. It made her excited for what the future has in store for both of you. 

“ Can we talk tomorrow y/n? “ Eve mumbles loud enough to you while cuddling. You would have not believed everything that happened with the older woman after how fucking adorable she’s being right now.

“ All good with me princess” you whisper back, happy in the moment.

All Eve can do after is doze off to sleep, content in the joy that she’s in your arms, and not too long before you fall into slumber, hoping that the both of you can have more sleepovers like this again.

#lizs writing #eve fletcher smut #eve fletcher x reader #mrs fletcher #eve fletcher imagine

[getlostsquidward]

sweet like candy in my veins

pairing: claire debella x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex, implied sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamic, exhibitionism (kinda?), voyeurism

kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

Normally, Claire admires how Jennifer Barkley commands a room full of men, makes her way through something, and walks among others with her head up. They're too similar in that sense, and if this was any other day she'd say she likes it, albeit secretly—because the campaign manager would never let her live it down if she knew.

But as the phone rang and Claire's secretary informed her that Jen is currently marching her way to her office with sheer panic in her voice, she thinks that hiring her in her senate run was the biggest mistake she'd ever made.

Only because she didn't want to be interrupted, not when her slacks are pooled around her ankles and your tongue is lazily licking her cunt, bringing her pleasure.

Glancing down at your head between her thighs, her breath hitched as you suckled on her clit. “Baby, I need you to be quiet for me.”

“Wha–”

The answer revealed itself before you could even complete your sentence as the door burst open, revealing Jen. You froze as you heard the chair scraping against the floor.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Barkley?”

Claire asks, feigning indifference. Her hand leaves your hair, clasping them above the desk. 

You don't know how long this impromptu meeting will last, so instead of just kneeling there and listening to what could be important matters, you opted to keep yourself busy in other ways.

Your fingertips skim her legs, circling random shapes on her knees. You part her thighs a little wider, pressing soft kisses on the smooth skin. Claire briefly looked down, meeting your eyes. She raises her brow in warning.

Electing to ignore the governor, you inched closer to her core, giving kitten licks on her folds. She slightly jumped on her seat as your tongue made contact, the wetness of your tongue cold against her pussy. 

Claire composes herself as she half listens to Jennifer, her right hand deftly burying itself in your hair, tugging lightly.

“Where's your pretty assistant, anyway? I was really looking forward to seeing them. Maybe ask them out to lunch,” Jen smirks, and Claire's grip on your hair wound tight as she begins to feel annoyed, wanting to slap the stupid grin off her face.

You're literally between her legs with your face buried in her pussy, but she can't help but feel threatened by Jen. She could be very persistent, after all.

“She's on leave. Why are you here anyway? Our meeting is scheduled for next week.”

“Don't worry, I won't charge you for this. Like I said, I wanted to see Y/N. Oh, stop looking at me like that. What, would you like it if I said it's you I want to visit?”

“Don't flatter yourself, Barkley. Now if you don't have anything serious to discuss, the door is open.”

Jen raises her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Send them my regards.”

The two of you breathed in relief as she stood up, but as Jennifer opened the door, she paused. “By the way, that's a really nice Louboutins you got there, Y/N.”

—

tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @starrknessblog

#gls kinktober 2022 #claire debella x reader #claire debella imagine #claire debella x you #claire debella x y/n #agatha harkness x reader #eve fletcher x reader #kathryn hahn x reader

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Soft Touches In Our Resting Place

Ship: Eve Fletcher x Reader

Summary: You convince Eve to let you help her relax

Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings: soft smut, slight daddy kink, so so much fluff

Eve laughs softly as you trail your fingers over her stomach, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.

“Quit it.” She lightly swats at your hands. “I'm trying to focus here.”

“You promised you wouldn't take work home with you anymore.” You gently chide. “Since you broke that promise, I get to take my consolation prize.”

Your girlfriend huffs. “I don't know how much I like being referred to as an object to be won.”

You let out a quiet snort. “That's not what you were saying last week while I fucked your brains out.”

You flip over from your stomach to your back, resting your head in Eve's lap so you can study her face, which has flushed slightly.

“Please, daddy.” You start to mock. “I'm just a slut all for your use.”

Eve averts her eyes from your gaze as she steadily grows redder with embarrassment.

“Fuck me, please, daddy, I want to be ruined. Make me your whore.”

“Alright.” The older woman mumbles. “Enough.”

You don't listen, and instead pitch your voice into a whine.

“I want you to own me, I want to be your bitch.”

Eve's eyes swing back to yours, and a muscle in her cheek jumps.

“Fine. Get on your knees.”

You're startled by the sudden change in demeanor.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Eve's gaze is hard. “You want to be my bitch? You want me to own you? Fine, then. Get on your knees.”

There's a few moments of utter stillness, and then Eve’s hand finds its way between your legs, slapping your clothed pussy harshly, and you cry out with surprise.

“I thought I told you to move.”

You quickly roll over, scrambling on all fours and dropping yourself unceremoniously to the floor, before quickly righting yourself even as your elbows smart from taking the brunt of the fall.

Eve tsks.

“Dumb brat.”

You whimper.

“Now be good for me and stay put until I tell you otherwise.” Eve's eyes are blown with her sudden lust, and you can't help letting out another whimper at the sight, even as your girlfriend turns back to her work.

“Don't make me gag you.” She warns as she shuffles some papers, clearly searching for something specific. “The longer this takes for me to finish, the longer you'll stay just like that.”

You whine low in your throat, and Eve nearly doesn't let it slide, her knuckles briefly tightening around the paper in her grasp, and the sound of it crinkling is loud in the quiet of the bedroom, and you hold your breath.

But then Eve just sighs, and loosens her grip, eyes peering down her glasses to read what's written on the paper.

You release your breath, and you can feel yourself relaxing in place, your shoulders sagging in relief.

If Eve had decided to gag you it would mean she's in the mood to be more of a hard dom tonight, all punishment and no reward.

And you desperately want to cum.

You can feel your mind clicking off as you stare at your girlfriend, your thoughts becoming simple observations that require no attention from your more conscious mind, and you start to feel almost as if you're floating, your mind quieting as you slip into the peacefulness of the moment.

The sound of Eve rustling paper and typing on her laptop creates a soothing background noise as you lose yourself in watching her, noting every eyebrow furrow, every twitch of her lips.

She's captivatingly beautiful, even hunched over her screen as her glasses keep steadily sliding down her nose.

You want to kiss her so badly.

Eve glances up at you and raises an eyebrow as she watches you climb back onto the bed.

“What do you think you're doing?” She asks.

“Kissing you.” You reply. “And then making you feel good.”

Eve opens her mouth, presumably to protest, but you capture her lips in a heated kiss, and you can feel her laptop sliding off her lap and against your legs.

The moan she lets out into your mouth makes you groan in response, and you reluctantly pull away.

“Please let me make you feel good.” You beg.

Eve blinks, and then sighs.

Gone is her dominant persona she had displayed just a few minutes earlier, and in its place is simply your girlfriend, tired and worn.

“I really have to finish this, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip.

“You can still work while I eat you out.” You say quietly, face flushing slightly.

Now it's Eve who bites her lip, and she shifts her weight, causing the bed to creak.

“I don't know..”

“Please?” You pout. “You just work so hard, and you haven't relaxed properly in weeks. Let me do this for you.”

Eve hesitates for a moment, before flipping the comforter off of the bottom half of her body that it had been covering, and gracelessly shimmies out of her pants and underwear in one move.

The smell of her arousal floods your senses and you can feel your mouth water.

“You've been turned on all day, haven't you?” You mildly accuse, moving to settle between your girlfriend's thighs.

“When I know I have such a willingly slut at my disposal? Why wouldn't I be?”

You cough violently, choking on the air you had startledly sucked down at Eve’s words.

“You're in a mood.” You gasp out.

Eve laughs, even as she reaches to pick back up her computer from where it's laying on its side next to her.

“You're an easy tease.”

You huff, but the older woman is no longer paying attention to you, instead, her focus has redirected to her laptop screen.

You turn your own attention to her wet core, and you can't help yourself as you start giving her kitten lips, moaning at her taste.

“Quiet.” Eve breathlessly says.

You hum, and do your best to listen as you continue to tease her folds.

Eve continues to work above you as you do so, but you can tell you're already having an affect as she steadily flushes with arousal, her pussy now dripping from your ministrations.

You insert your tongue into her, and moan again at the gasp she lets out, her hips rising slightly before you push them down, keeping a firm grip on her.

Eve's legs hook themselves up against your shoulders, and you maneuver your arms so that you can keep them there, holding her steady as you eagerly lap at the most intimate part of her, purposefully avoiding her clit.

You hear something thunk against the wooden floor and you smirk, raising your eyes to meet blue ones pooled with lust.

A hand tangles in your hair and shoves you closer against your girlfriend's sopping cunt, and you groan unabashedly at the action.

You're eating Eve out like she's your last meal on Earth, and although you haven't once touched her little bundle of nerves, she's already very close, her inner walls fluttering around your tongue.

“Fuck, baby.” She gasps out. “You're going to make me cum.”

You hum against her, continuing to alternate between thrusting and licking, and before you know it she's gushing around your mouth, her soft, panting little “oh! oh! oh!” music to your ears as her hips twitch and buck, grinding against your face as she rides out her high.

You let her, waiting until she falls limp, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath, before sucking her clit into your mouth, gently rolling it with your tongue, and Eve cries out with overstimulation.

You chuckle deep in your throat, the sound of it vibrating against the older woman.

“Fuck!” She shouts as she digs her heels into your back. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

You reward her by sucking particularly hard, and she cries out again.

So you repeat the action, again and again until she screams, and she's gone again, sobbing as her second orgasm washes through her.

You gently flick your tongue over her clit, helping her prolong it, before pulling away, pressing a tender kiss to the swollen bud, and unhooking her legs from around your shoulders.

“Looks like I did a good job.” You smirk, crawling up so your head can be leveled with Eve’s.

“Mmmm…” She hums, her eyes gently shut.

You giggle. “You're so cute, all blissed out.”

An eye cracks open before shutting again.

You laugh this time, pressing your lips against hers in a chaste kiss, and she whines.

“Aw, did you want to taste yourself?” You pout.

Both of Eve’s eyes open now, and she halfheartedly moves her arm in a lazy swatting motion.

You laugh again, and nuzzle your nose against her’s, making Eve huff in annoyance.

“Okay, I'll stop being mean now.” You say, and you brush your lips ever so softly over Eve’s, and she strains her neck upwards to capture you in a kiss.

You moan into her mouth as her tongue presses against yours, the feel of her lips plush and soft.

Eve pulls away only to get some air, before she pulls you down on top of her, and you slowly make out, unrushed and tender.

It's intimate, not sexual, as you lose yourself in the very feel of her, breathing with the same breath, sharing the space of it together, and her fingers gently scratch against your skull from where she has her hands buried deeply into your hair.

Your senses are entirely flooded with her. With Eve.

Eve.

God, you love this woman.

She tugs you gently away, and a yawn escapes her, causing her to flush red.

You giggle softly.

“You should sleep, babe.” You mummer. “I can see you're already halfway there.”

She pouts. “I can't. I really have t-”

“No.” You firmly say, shaking your head. “No more working. It's late, and you're tired.”

“I want to, but I have to have this done before tomorrow afternoon.” Eve tiredly yawns again.

“I think your body agrees with me, love.” You slide off of her and onto your side of the bed. “Sleep. You'll be able to finish it in the morning.”

Eve bites her lip.

“Come here.” You aren't quite whispering, but you make your voice come out low enough it could be mistaken for it.

Eve sighs. “Let me turn the computer off and put the papers away.”

You watch with careful eyes as she does so, and when she makes her way back to the bed, she throws her shirt off of herself.

“Can we sleep like this?” She asks.

You immediately nod, and quickly divest yourself of your own clothes.

One thing you love about Eve is that she craves skin to skin contact, and that whereas you run cool, she runs warm. You often joke about how she's your personal space heater.

You settle back on the bed, and open your arms in a clear invitation.

Eve takes it, tucking her head against your chest, and you press a tender kiss against the top of her hair.

“Sleep, baby. I've got you.” You do whisper now, and the sleepy, content sigh you get in responses makes you smile sappily as you close your own eyes, allowing the sound of Eve’s even breaths soothe you to sleep.

It's peaceful and quiet in the room.

“Love you.” Eve slurs, nearly asleep.

“Love you.” You sleepily slur back.

All is well.

#sky writes #c: eve #c: soft!eve #eve fletcher #kathryn hahn #eve fletcher x reader

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Their reaction to you dancing for them (KH’s characters)

Agatha Harkness:

To be fair, you weren't dancing for her. You were just cleaning the house (because being the partner of a powerful witch didn't mean living in a dusty cave, thank you very much) with music blaring and your body couldn't help but move to the beat of the song.

Unfortunately for you, your wife has a habit of appearing out of nowhere at the best/worst of times and she caught you right in the middle of your imaginary concert. When you heard her laugh and saw her leaning against the door frame, you blushed deeply. Agatha will never let you live with this and you knew it.

Months later, when you were fulfilling your role as Agnes's roommate at Westview, the brunette still liked to embarrass you in front of Wanda, telling her how from time to time you "delighted her with fine and elegant dances."

Olivia Octavius:

She doesn't like to be interrupted while working and you know it. But from time to time you must intervene to distract her and make her eat something or rest a little. Unfortunately, the scientist can be quite stubborn and you have to get creative.

When you walked into the lab that night, Liv definitely didn't expect you to swivel her chair around to make her look as you danced sensually in front of her. Now, that was definitely a good distraction and you actually managed to drag her to bed...although not exactly to sleep

Ursula Gernsback:

Sweet robo-wife, too pure and evil for this chaotic human world. In fact, you were teaching her to dance. Ursula might have all the knowledge of the internet at her fingertips, but she preferred when you took the time to teach her things, simply because she liked being with you and being the center of your attention.

At first, she was confused. Why did you have to move so weird? And what was the use of doing those movements with background music? Was it some ritual? You were in a cult and you had not said anything to her? Why? She could learn and help you!

However, over time (and many lessons, both in history and physical coordination) she learned to let go and now you find it adorable when you find her dancing while she cooks for you or while she reads behind the counter.

Eve Fletcher:

The moment she saw you dancing on her living room as if you owned the place, she become a babbling, blushing mess. There was nothing sexual about your dance, you were only goofying around, but it was still the cutest yet most sensual thing she ever saw. And she couldn’t concentrate at work for the next week because she kept remembering it and blushing again.

Jennifer Barkley:

Let’s be honest, you met her this way.

You had attended a campaign party because your idiot brother-in-law had run. You didn't even want to be there in the first place, but you owed it to your sister, so there you were, dancing like your life depended on it to forget the terrible fact of being surrounded by politicians and boring people.

Then you felt someone looking at you. You looked around until your eyes were fixed on a beautiful woman, who was looking at you amused and with a touch of challenge in her chocolate eyes. Without thinking much about it, you resumed your dance, pretending you weren't dancing for her, but making sure to move your hips sensually.

After a few moments, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and your back was pressed against a soft chest. "Maybe it's time to introduce ourselves" she murmured against your ear with a slight growl and the rest is history.

Milly Campbell:

She was shocked.

The poor woman was still getting used to her new life with you and the idea of having more freedom now that Shep was out of the picture. So when you walked into the living room after dropping the kids off at school and started dancing on her lap, she couldn't help but look away from you and blush furiously. And you still had the nerve to laugh at her.

However, after a few moments of teasing her, you stood up and grabbed her hand to pull her along with you. You put one hand on her waist and held the other, dancing with her into something much safer but that felt just as intimate. Her face only got redder.

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Grief

Summary: You don’t want Eve to see you cry.  She does anyway.

Eve Fletcher x Reader Rating: G.

You cry, sometimes, when you think Eve isn’t around to see it.

It’s not that you think she won’t do her best to help you feel better.  You know that she will.  But you also know just how easily Eve cries, and the two of you would just end up being a singular crying mess, and she would feel bad because she was crying when she wants you to be able to have your sob session and she doesn’t want you to feel the need to comfort her and—

It is easier to cry when she isn’t around to see it.

You tell yourself that, but when you sit in bed with your arms wrapped around your pillow, squeezing it tightly against your stomach and hunched over, trying your best to breathe around the ache in the back of your throat while tears stream out of your eyes and only momentarily stain your pillowcase, you think, well, it would be nice if Eve was here.  Even if she ended up crying, too.

Because at least you wouldn’t be alone.

~

The grief comes and it goes.

That’s the worst part of it, really, that you can’t always tell when, exactly, it will hit.  You know that there are some things you absolutely cannot think about without crying (Roald Dahl, for instance, because you can still hear it being read aloud, still hear it with all of the different voices, all musical and lilting or harsh and snobbish or half-broken and needling, which is why you absolutely cannot see Matilda right now, no matter how much you love Miss Honey), so you’re good about not contemplating them during times when you know Eve is going to be around, but then she’s cooking chocolate cinnamon cookies, and you smell the cinnamon, and you remember how your mom always loved cinnamon and how at Christmas your house always smelled of it because she would buy all of those cinnamon-scented pinecones and throw them everywhere and buy all of the cinnamon-scented candles and—

You rush to the bedroom as quickly as you can because you don’t want Eve to see, but you hear her say your name as you run and can only hope that the cookies are too close to being done that she can’t leave without them being stuck in the oven and burning.

Of course, that’s too much to hope.  Probably they’re already done, probably she was already grabbing them out of the oven when you got back and started racing to your bedroom, because within a few moments, Eve is there with you, tugging forest green oven mitts with stained white flowers off of her hands.  You can’t even really make her out with how teary your eyes are, and as soon as you notice her, you bend forward so that your face is tucked against your legs.  “I’m fine,” you say with a raspy voice that sounds anything but fine.  “You can go back to the cookies.”

“You are not fine.”

You feel the weight of Eve pressing into the mattress before she scootches up next to you, her thigh just against the curve of your ass.  Eve runs a hand gentle up and down your back, scratching lightly.  “You want to talk about it?”

“No.”  You muffle your words against your legs.

Her hand doesn’t still.  “Want me to leave you alone?”

You hesitate, and then it comes out as one long whine.  “No.” It’s instinctual, the way you move from your lap into hers, the way she cradles you there while she just keeps running one hand up and down your back.  You take a deep shuddering breath and almost miss the teardrop that lands between your shoulder blades.  Almost. But you don’t miss her sniffling or the way her other hand lifts.  “I…I didn’t mean to…to make you—”

“You’re fine.”  Eve’s voice doesn’t sound as raw as yours does, but you can hear the tears she’s holding back anyway.  She sniffles again.  “You just…you keep crying until you don’t want to anymore.”

For a moment, you are tempted to nod against her ankles, but you can’t let yourself do that.  You pull yourself back and look up and see her eyes rimmed with red and the tears that are pooling there, that she’s doing her best not to let spill, even though you can see a couple of tear tracks along her cheeks, too.  You brush a finger under her eyes, gently wiping her tears away.

“Don’t.”  Eve tries to look away, rubs at her eyes with her sleeve. “You’re sad.  You get to be sad.  You don’t have to….  You don’t have to comfort me.”

But you curl up against her chest easily enough, rest your head in the crook of her neck, and feel yourself shudder with sadness again before you relax against her.  “It’s comforting,” you say, finally, voice still rough, “to comfort someone else.” You swallow around the lump in your throat, try not to cry again, but let the tears fall where they may.  “It helps.”

Eve brushes a hand through your hair and then kisses your forehead. “Then I’m glad to help.”

~

Later, chewing on a chocolate cinnamon cookie, you almost choke on your grief again, but this time, you don’t leave.  You simply take a deep breath, swallow, and glance up at Eve again. “The cookies are…are good,” you say, offering her a watery smile.

Eve reaches over, gently brushes away the tears threatening to spill over, and offers you a caring smile of her own back. “I’m glad.  I made them just for you.”

#bandit fic #eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #mrs. fletcher #queue

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Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!

Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.

Masterlist II

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

Shoulder to Cry On

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.

Rated- ♧♡

Witch hunter

Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader

Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.

Rated-♤♢♧

Say You Want Me

Parings; Agatha harkness x reader

Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.

Rated-♢

Closer

Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.

Rated- ♡

Working Together For Her

Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda

Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.

Rated- ♧♡

Make Me Feel Special

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Rated- ♤♢

Jealousy

Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader

Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.

Rated- ♤♢

Taste Of A Poison Paradise

Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.

Rated- ♤♢

Love Thy Neighbour

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.

Rated- ♤♢

Oh Red String of Fate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.

Rated- ♡

Broken Doll

Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.

Rated- ♧

July

Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader

summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.

Rated- ♡♧

Right here right now

Paring; Carol Aird x reader

Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.

Rated- ♡♢

The Animal I Become

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…

Rated-♧♢

Animal Unleashed

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…

Rated-♢♢♢

Tag Team

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n. 

Rated-♢♢♢

I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?

Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader

Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

Rated-♢

Miss Deavor

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.

Rated- ♢

To Attend the Cruise

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?

Rated- ♢

Energy Source

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.

Rated- ♤♡

Pleasing your Queen

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.

Rated- ♢

El Amor Duele

Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.

Rated-♢♧

Through the Looking Glass

Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Rated-♤♢♧

Love Is A Hard Thing

Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader

Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.

Rated- ♧♡

So Pure, So Dirty and Raw

Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.

Rated-♤

Nightmarish

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist. 

Rated-♢

You're My Property

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.

Rated- ♢

Special Friend

Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader

Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.

Rated-♡

Don't listen to them

Paring; Loki x little!reader

Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.

Rated- ♡

Good Girl, Bad Grades

Paring; Professor!Loki x reader

Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.

Rated- ♢♡

Workout

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.

Rated-♢

A Hard Fuck

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.

Rated-♢

Jealousy Jealousy

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.

Rated-♢♢♢

Tease Me, Please Me

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."

Rated-♢♢♢

The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.

Rated-♤♢

She’s in Your Mind

Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.

Rated- ♤♢

20th Birthday

Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.

Rated-♢♡

Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.

Rated- ♢♡

Training

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.

Rated- ♤♢

After School Special

Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.

Rated- ♡♢

First Times Aren't Shameful

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.

Rated- ♢

Her World

Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.

Rated- ♤♡

Only Mommy Can See You Like This

Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader

Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.

Rated- ♢♡

Last updated 02/18/23

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