#fic: mic drop

[black-and-yellow]

Punk rocker in training.

#mic drops Eri off at school and such in his car because he thinks that it'll make the other kids respect her #little does he know #6 year olds dont care about his vintage ride #does eri go to a normal school no probably not #im not caught up on eri lore #Eri either gets taken places by a man who stinks of cats #a guy dressed head to toe in leather and spikes #or the symbol of peace himself #wish i was her #bnha #mha eri #hizashi yamada #present mic #yamadad #if you havent read my loudspeaker fic yet youre missing out #accidentally made it better than my actual proper book

[fivefeetfangirl]

so... i'm soon done with 91w, which has honestly been the most insane roller coaster i've ever been on lol. BUT i don't want to get off the roller coaster, or at least stay in the amusement park, so if you have a fic you're absolutely crazy about, or even just think i should read, please please please rec it!! it doesn't have to be popular, it could be your own even! so this is your sign to spam the notes with fic recs <33

#ofc i already have some on my tbr and people who tag me in their fics you're on the tbr list too <33 but yeah feel free to remind me of your #fic or rec some more <3 #val ofc i have your recs <3 and jenna you recced that one cowboy fic <3 which i might read next #i just want to talk to people about fics haha so even if just one other mutual/follower has read the fic its fine by me haha #anyways haha had to make this post before i started reading cause i will not be okay for the rest of the day #serious and normal asa over and out *mic drop*

[deanjohn]

𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

Dean shines John’s boots.

#mic drop #you are my church. you are my place of worship. #fic #my fic #bug.txt

[risetherivermoon]

imma say it, one of my biggest pet peeves/unlikeable troupes in the fandom is the whole one person finding out their partner has the dark mark angst

it enrages me, i hate it,

#tw: opinions #i never liked the idea for some reason #maybe cuz it always feels out of character #especially w/ jegulus #i dont think james would suddenly hate regulus just like that #it feels like logically hed realize its smth to do with the fact regulus is STILL A PART OF THE BLACK FAMILY #its also just overused idk #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #hp #dead gay wizards #regulus black #james potter #me rambling #the reaction james has in jegulus fics would make more sense with darksun *drops mic*

[taegularities]

Is it too early to ask for a one-liner/snip from cmi 10 pls let’s cap of the week right 😌

i think it is.. bc i have barely anything written yet 😭 but i whipped up smth just for you and am hoping to finish cmi10 by the end of the month <3

#yeah :') #im excited for this bc cmi10 has a big mic drop ending #n then cmi11 has a big KJHKSJFASF ending :') pls look forward to those!! :D #n support it lots okay 🥺 #notes for rid 🌹 #anon #fic: colour me in

[quotergirl19]

Give me Colin calling on Penelope, wanting to check in since she hadn’t replied to any of his letters, thinking she’d be happy to see him. He enters the Featherington drawing room and Portia immediately offers him some refreshments but Pen interrupts her insisting that won’t be necessary because Mr. Bridgerton will not be staying long enough to enjoy them.

Everyone looks at Penelope, shocked by how rude what she just said was. Colin asks if everything is alright because he’s genuinely shocked that Penelope just made it insultingly clear that he was not welcome in her home. He’s never seen her this way. And Penelope goes in.

She’s rehearsed this speech for months and this is it. She tells him off right in front of her mother and Prudence. No need to spare him the disrespect or embarrassment of being reprimanded so soundly by last person on earth he ever expected to turn their back on him.

Penelope tells Colin that this will be the last time she acknowledges him. That he should never darken her doorstep again. Never take her by the hand again, or touch her or ask her to dance or send her any more letters.

She tells him she trusted him. That when Marina, her sister and her mother all tried to warn her that he didn’t see her for who she was, that she didn’t matter to him, that he was no friend of hers, she didn’t heed her own family because she believed she knew him better than they did. Because he said they were friends. Because he made such a show of protecting her. Because he told her that he would always look after her. Because he told her she was special to him.

She tells him that he fooled her into thinking he was the best person she knew. That he was a true gentleman. That he was kind. And that she mattered to him. But then she heard him mocking her with his friends.

She tells him that he can see himself out. Because she does not wish to be in his company a moment longer.

Colin is stunned silent and almost looks like he’s going to be sick.

Prudence’s jaw is on the floor.

Portia nearly faints.

When Colin escorts Penelope home a few days later asking Portia for her daughter’s hand, she assumes he must mean Prudence because she can’t imagine him wanting to marry Penelope after everything she said to him. When Colin seems insulted by the idea that he wants anyone other than Penelope, Portia realizes he’s in love with her daughter.

#don’t just knock him off that pedestal Penelope kick it out from under him #quotergirl random thoughts #quotergirl mini fic #mic drop #Penelope Featherington #Colin Bridgerton #Polin #bridgerton season 3 speculation #she fell first he fell harder #Bridgerton

[throwaway-yandere]

Everyday I feel like an idiot cuz I'd look up the yandere dimitri tag to see if there are new fics and become a sad puddle when there's nothing when I can just. Write. It. Myself? I can. I can write. Somewhat decently. The frick is stopping me.

And then I remember I have real world responsibilities and the cycle repeats for the next day hAHAHAHHAHA. Aight, going to sleep. It's time for that new samsara.

#the super secret other reason for not actually writing a yan!dimi fic is cuz I know #i can't exactly share it to my friends cuz they haven't played the game 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #and I'm mostly a genshin blog— i feel absolutely sad abt how when I do non-genshin ones it doesn't perform well #when will i find a fire emblem three houses moot shbfjajdisjisjsks where is this soulmate #if i ever find that person I fricking guarantee you I will absolutely reset my whole tumblr lore. #dain? who??? there's only ever been dimitri. ayato? HAHHAAHA who?— #my lore would be just an officer's academy alumni who writes in their spare time and I'd go on pretending #genshin is like the fricking Iliad and Homer— “heard they're written by the author Hoyo but I'm pretttyyy sure that's a collection of #authors and not just one person” #and then I'll be like one of the dante alighieris of “Genshin Impact”. boom. mic drop. war starts. /j #lord knows id be a very different person if i had a yan!fe:th content creator moot. lord knows it takes one “bad day” for me to #become the joker /jjjjjjj #ansy-stalks #yknow what. #i bet 500 mora that if i look up the ansy-stalks tag 90% of them has longer tags than the post itself hAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

[elvensorceress]

in other words...

@eddiediaaz since you asked 😇 💕 @alyxmastershipper @favouritealias

The names that Karen substitutes for a certain ex-girlfriend in Eddie vs Feelings -- they were all chosen with purpose. After all, like Eddie says, Karen is a very smart scientist who does actual rocket science! This is a loose description of everything she references. 

Anesthesia - artificially induced / medically controlled loss of sensation or awareness, typically used before a surgical procedure. It may include analgesia (inability to feel pain), paralysis, amnesia, and unconsciousness

Anaemia - a deficiency of red blood cells

Analog - an old school contrast to a more futuristic digital technology 

Anachronism - something that belongs to a time period other than the one it has appeared in

Anathema - something that is regarded as hateful, abhorrent, offensive, repugnant to one’s sensibilities 

Anaphylaxis - an acute allergic reaction

Anamorphic - a distorted projection that appears normal from a particular viewpoint 

Anatoxin - also known as “Very Fast Death Factor” is produced by some cyanobacteria and causes neurotoxicity (i.e. it’s poison to the nervous system)

#does this count as a mic drop? #I'm sure Karen thought so #fic: eddie vs the feelings #for legal purposes #I'm not about Ana bashing #this was just for drunken silliness #and dramatic irony? 🤣

[hopetorun]

future considerations by daisysusan -- any!

okay as a title "future considerations" screams pwp (with feelings) to me. a swapping favors kind of thing, or maybe like ... encouragement? trading something, obviously. sexual favors, probably.

anyway i'm thinking brady and tim, and it starts with our poor little boy timmy getting into a bit of a scoring slump, and in his head about it. and obviously brady wants to help him get back into it, because he wants his team to succeed but mostly because he wants his boy timmy to be thriving! but he tries all the regular stuff and timmy's still just a little high-strung stress ball about it, so finally brady is like, here's the deal. i'm gonna blow you and then tomorrow night you're gonna score me a goal. that's the deal, yeah?

and it works. brady blows him, timmy scores a goal. perfect. except they have another game in two days and like, if it ain't broke don't fix it, right? so brady blows him again. timmy scores another goal. next game, brady blows him and timmy only gets an assist, so they mix it up. throw in a handjob.

timmy starts to think he should be offering something. you know. get him back. he could see that brady was hard after the last time he blew him, and brady on his knees, standing up with his mouth red and wet, tenting his basketball shorts? timmy's into it. but when he offers brady just shrugs and says that the setup they have going on seems to be working.

timmy doesn't get him to change his mind until he goes on a pointless streak, five games without so much as a secondary assist and it's definitely weighing on brady. timmy makes his most compelling argument (it involves licking his lips a lot) for why trading blowjobs is going to be better than brady just sucking tim off. and that works for a bit, too -- brady scores two in the next game, and tim assists on them both, and that's how it should be, right?

anyway, suffice to say, this fairly quickly develops into a "i get you off/i get to ask you for a favor" situation. mostly hockey stuff at first, but straying pretty far from the original score a goal parameters. brady jerks timmy off on the couch and asks him to set claude up for a goal, it's been a while since he lit the lamp. tim lets brady fuck his face a bit before he asks brady to go do some touristy shit with him in new york.

obviously, the sex is good. sometimes they just want to have sex, and the excuses wear a little thin. tim asks to use brady's shower because it's nicer. brady asks tim to buy him dinner the next time they go out, because he wants to get his hands on tim and now he needs to come up with a reason. (it does feel like a date, and tim does look so pleased with himself when he pulls his card out for both of them)

and then there's this time where they end up just snuggled together on the couch, kind of watching a movie but mostly nuzzling at each other and touching and eventually they both get off. all sleepy and warm and cozy in the afterglow, brady says, "so what do you want?" and timmy just freezes. he can't come with anything except that he'd kind of like brady to kiss him right now. kiss him and then take him to bed, not even for more sex, just to sleep there.

timmy, obviously, has never handled anything with grace so he just -- flees. leaves brady on the couch with his shorts shoved down under his ass and a bit of jizz on his hand and his sweatshirt rucked up but not actually taken off. there's something very vulnerable about being bare-assed on your own couch, you know? and now brady has this problem to solve. it would be easier to solve if tim would make eye contact.

the process takes some time, and some pathetic pleas, and a lot of stubbornness as he chases tim down, but eventually brady gets what he wants, which is to say he gets tim alone in a room so he can say what he wanted to say on the couch, which was that he would really like it if tim kissed him, and also maybe moved in.

and then they go to brady's and have a lot of sex and when they're done timmy says, "so what do you want from me?" and brady just kisses him and says, "nothing. you know, future considerations."

#mic drop #ask meme #my fic

[mysticmetalmerchants]

Yeah, so basically, the madness DID consume me. I mean, at least a little. So, y'know. Heeeere's this!

#my fic #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt au #kind of #i havent exactly uhmmm decided yet how much A this U will be. #if you catch my drift #rottmnt fanfic #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fanfic #tcest dni #leonardo hamato #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato #mikey and rah are there too but they arent POV characters so it feels disingenuous tagging them ig? #never done anything quite like this before so. guess i'll do the mic drop and walk away now?

[flannelepicurean]

New Ship/Character Dynamic # Like...5?

"Okay, you need to use your words."

"I'MA USE YOUR WORDS IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

"...wut?"

"I said what I said! BOOM!" 🎤⬇️🔥

#ship dynamics #ship dynamic #character dynamic #dialogue #dialogue exchange #fic idea #writing prompt #art prompt #escalation #that escalated quickly #use your words #wut #is that a threat? #boom #mic drop #lol

[catty-words]

So, I was scrolling in your ao3 profile for the thousand time, as one usually does, and playing with the filters to see if there was any nhie fic I hadn't read before or if I was in the mood to reread any of my favs, when something kinda surprised me: apparently you wrote 34 nhie fics and devi is a character in 29 of them and ben is a character in 30 of them, even though you claim devi is your fave. Just wanted to point that out cuz it made me laugh, especially bc my mind immediately pictured them bantering about it like ofc they would bicker even about who is the most featured character in cori's fics xD

so many points i want to respond to. first - someone suggesting that my bestest blorbos, ben and devi, would care about being the most featured in my fics is possibly the cutest thing ever said to me. top contender, for sure!

second - gahh, i know, i haven't posted anything since last fuckin year, and even then, late last year was pretty quiet on the fic front. i haven't been reblogging prompt games or indulging any of my 'quick' one-shot ideas because inspiration has been very touch-and-go for the last year and i am stockpiling it for 'a lie away from getting you into the mood', the longer installment of the bitty spark 'verse. at the pace i'm moving now, there's a reasonable chance i'll start posting around june. which probably sounds like a long ways away to you, but will be a monumental feat of will on my part - if i pull it off.

thank you for reading my work. thank you for rereading my work.

third - the implication that devi being tagged in fewer of my fics than ben points to her not being my favorite character is reductive. the context matters.

that said, the opportunity to be obnoxious about my fic catalogue is invaluable to me. again, i thank you.

forth - let's get obnoxious!

fics tagged ben but not devi:

- double vision, in a rose blush (three times ben unexpectedly finds himself in the middle of a daydream about devi and the one time it makes perfect sense to him)

- birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it (howard gross does two things right: eats pussy and gives useful sex talks)

- (you have become a) constant (without headphones and a proper distraction for the bus ride home, ben compiles a list of weird things he easily might have said to devi while drunk on grigio)

fics tagged devi but not ben:

- are you sure you want to delete this photo? (cute af daxton prompt fill)

- meet me where you are (on top of the world) (another prompt fill, one that asked for kamala & devi, but then mr. k spilled all over my inspiration)

fics not tagged with either of them:

- the two fabiola/eleanor ficlets i've written

what does it mean what does it all mean: devi's still very much a part of both 'double vision' and 'constant', but she's not tagged because the version of her that we're seeing doesn't exist outside of ben's head. i mean, that's truer of 'constant' than 'double vision', she honestly could have been tagged in the latter, and the devi that lives in ben's head is still very much a real aspect of devi. but since she's not devi on her own terms, it felt/feels disingenuous to tag her as a character in either fic.

so, that makes 'birds do it, bees do it' the only ben fic in my catalogue that doesn't have anything to do with devi. both of the devi-not-ben fics have nothing to do with ben.

if we're going to take away anything from this exercise, though, let's appreciate how my first fic ever, my entry into writing for the show - 'constant' - is about examining devi from ben's pov. it felt/feels most comfortable to me because i'm just as in love with her as he is. because she is undeniably my favorite character.

#*mic drop* #but also i am kissing you on the top of your sweet sweet head anon #anon #replies #my fic #devi x ben #never have i ever

[wings-of-flying]

anyway time to retreat into my den and emerge refreshed (ha) tomorrow

#albatross rambles #i post da fic then i leave #like a mic drop but with words #and nothing like a mic drop at all #brain isn't working so ima stop trying with words

[quotergirl19]

The long awaited confrontation between Colin & Eloise Bridgerton over Penelope is here…

Eloise is so sure that Penelope tricked Colin into their betrothal that she becomes determined to get between them (because she’s Eloise & being self righteous and difficult is her thing). She’s harsh without remorse because she’s convinced Colin would never wed Penelope unless he was forced to and she says as much right to Pen’s face, accusing Penelope of blackmailing her brother into marriage.

Penelope is deeply hurt and she starts questioning whether she & Colin should go through with the marriage when his sister is so clearly against their union but Colin insists that he wants Penelope to be his wife and says he will handle Eloise.

Then Colin sets off to have a serious conversation with his sister.

Colin: How dare you speak to my fiancé the way you did earlier? Penelope is beside herself. You’ve wounded her deeply and should be ashamed of yourself Eloise!

Eloise : You clearly do not know her as well as you think brother, I am doing you a favor and looking out for you!

Colin: You should grow up and understand that you do not know everything and sometimes your impulse to outwit and dress down can be harmful. Why would you not simply speak to your oldest friend to understand why she acted in secret and try to empathize with her. Your circumstances are very different from Penelope’s, and you know this! She has no one to help or guide her or make her feel cared for, or appreciated. She has had struggles which you, Eloise Bridgerton have not ever had to face. And all she has had for years was your friendship and our family. The things you said to her were so cruel I am ashamed to call you my blood. She thinks you hate her, have you stopped to think about that? She is not close to her own sisters, you are the sister of her heart and you know how she loves you and now she honestly believes you hate her. Penelope’s actions may have angered you El, but her intentions were good.

Eloise: Her intentions were to sell papers at the expense of our family and her own. She could have ruined me and your beloved Marina. How can you forget that so easily. She has acted selfishly for the sake of making money. She would sell out her own blood for coin. You deserve to know that that is the woman who has fooled you into a betrothal.

Colin: You insufferable know-it-all. Did you ever stop to think why your best friend would risk so much for the money you clearly begrudge her for earning? I’m certain you have not bothered to consider that her father was murdered over his gambling debts. Did it not occur to you that Pen was desperate to earn that money in order to support her family? Did you ever think why such an intelligent young lady would do something so dangerous as sneak around to print shops alone in secret? How easily she might have been attacked or harmed and nobody would have ever known what happened to her. And she hates herself for outing Marina. She never would have done it had I only listened when she warned me that Marina was in love with another man. Or if Marina herself hadn’t ignored Penelope’s constant pleading with her not to trap me.

Eloise: She should have told me! She should have trusted me!

Colin: The Queen herself was hunting for Whistledown with your help. Can you honestly blame her for keeping her secret?

Eloise: She should have had more faith in me and our friendship than that!

Colin: Says the friend who abandoned her the moment she found out. Pen was terrified of losing you, how can you not see that!? Damn it Eloise! And she was right to be afraid because you turned your back on her and never even thought to ask why she did it. I am warning you sister, you have two options here: make things right with Penelope or bite your tongue forever. Because you may be willing to lose her but I am not and if you continue to bully my fiancé or your cruelty leads her to call off our engagement, you shall lose more than your most devoted friend because of your childish cruelty. You will lose a brother as well, because I will never forgive you.

Eloise: Well, if those are my options, I believe that I finally have my answer now as to why you chose Penelope. Rest assured, I will set things right with her.

Colin: And what assumption have you made now El? What do you believe is my reason for marrying Penelope?

Eloise : The only reason I could ever accept brother, because you are in love with her.

#nobody puts Penelope in a corner #mic drop Colin #bridgerton #polin #quotergirl mini fic #Penelope Featherington #penelope x colin #Colin Bridgerton #colin x penelope #Eloise Bridgerton #peneloise #bridgerton season 3 expectations

[gxthicwxrm]

My Bad, Man.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem Reader

Summary: being needy for JJ while he plays video games with Pope and John B.

Warnings: implied smut, cockwarming, mild dirty talk, implied/mentions of dom!jj and sub!reader at the end

Word Count: 703 words

This is my first OBX/JJ fic. Let me know if y'all want more for the show or this character, requests are open!!! Send them in, pls. Enjoy!!

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“Dude! Get the fucking zombie. Don’t let it kill you! POPE! That’s it. I’m not reviving you.” You hear JJ, from the living room, scream into his mic on his headset as he jams the buttons on his controller. Rubbing the towel over your legs, you finish drying your body off and grab your underwear from the bed when an idea arises. With a smirk, you drop the material back into your underwear drawer before grabbing JJ’s shirt and draping it over your torso, then walk past his spot on the couch, making your way to the kitchen. The fabric meets near your mid-thigh, barely covering your bottom as you reach for the cup from the top shelf. 

“Guys! I’ve got this generator. Protect the others!” JJ demands, focused solely on the game before him, not noticing you moving about the kitchen. Filling your glass, you walk over to JJ and sit down the glass of sweet tea on the coaster before him. The sound of the glass finally gathers J’s attention as his gaze turns to you, a sweet smile painted on his face when he notices his shirt.

“You always wear them better than me.” He says, covering his mic before he gestures for you to come to him. Leaning down, you capture his lips when you feel his hands slide past your hips to grip your ass before smacking your skin. Feeling your naked skin leads his hands to wander lower as you let his tongue invades your lips. A growl erupts from the blonde under you as he grabs your thighs and pulls you to straddle him. 

“No panties? My needy girl.” He whispers against your lips as he adjusts himself, so his growing bulge rubs against your core, earning a moan from you before his hand snakes up your chest and then grip your neck, making you grind against him harder, only the thin fabric of his boxers between the two of you. As JJ leans back and starts pulling down his boxers, Pope screams through the mic reminding JJ of the game. Neither of you realized his controller had fallen to the carpet when you straddled him, causing his character in the game to no longer to protect what he was supposed to. 

“JJ Maybank! Protect the damn generator!” Pope's yells are muffled but clear as you smirk at your boyfriend, who gives you a knowing look. With a nod, he removed his boxers before you gave him his controller and let him wrap his arms around your waist as he lowered you onto his cock. Biting your lip, you close your eyes as you try to focus on the feeling of him stretching you, then lay your head on JJ’s shoulder, peppering kisses along his jawline.

“Damn, you’re so perfect. You take me so well, baby.” JJ groans as you shift to wrap your legs around his waist, driving him deeper and making you bury your face in his neck. JJ allows you time to adjust before pulling the mic back to his face.

“Shit, I’m sorry, guys. I spilled my drink and had to get a towel. My bad, man.” JJ attempts to convince them.

“Yeah. Sure. I bet you were making out with Y/N.” You could practically hear John B’s smirk through the microphone. JJ laughs, causing his hips to move, making an unexpeave your lips.

“Oh, my god! Are they fucking right now? What the fuck?” Pope' had to move the left side of his headphone, making you able to hear them better as well. 

“What? No! Never.” JJ’s holding you to him as he giggles uncontrollably.

“I’m done. You all are gross.” John B and Pope say in unison, making you and JJ laugh harder.  Once both of your friends leave the game, JJ turns off the console before tossing the controller to the other side of the couch. 

“You ready, pretty girl?” JJ’s full attention is now on you, making you bashful as you feel yourself start to submit to him as his lustful eyes look over your body before stopping on your lips, his tongue wetting his own. 

“Yes, sir.”

#jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank angst #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj x reader #obx x reader #obx smut #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #obx jj

[natsarrownecklacx]

Ms Ceo And Her Assistant

Wanda Maximoff x Reader Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count- 1,475

Summary- Your Wanda’s girlfriend, her toy, but she’s too busy to play with you, so she asks her assistant for help.

Warnings- Smut, minors this fic is not for you, edging, dom / sub dynamics, mommy Wanda, mean Wanda, overstimulation, mentions of punishment, sharing, switch Nat

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There isn’t much in this life that Wanda Maximoff loves more than her job.

She gets to boss people around, call them on their half assed or lazy shit without fear of repercussions, make thousands of dollars each week and that’s not even a sliver of why she loves it so much.

In essence though, if she had to boil it all down to one particular thing, Wanda would say it’s the power that she loves most.

Owning and running one of the leading technology companies in the world comes with quite a bit of power, along with a reputation to enhance it.

She loves the confidence it brings her. The control she has over others, it’s exhilarating, it’s addictive. She’s not sure she’ll ever get enough of it.

That’s why, when she met you, she knew she would never leave you. Just a poor little baby in need of a mommy, a strong dominating hand to guide you through life in every way possible.

You offered her an outlet for all her pent up energy, a place for all her needs and desires to not only be fulfilled but deepened.

You loved the way she treated you. Loved when she would edge you for hours, under the guise of teaching you patience. Or bend you over her knee and spank your ass raw, her way of “teaching her baby how to behave properly.”

Or when she’d make you cum over and over again for hours, purely for her amusement.

You adored soft moments with her, when you’d curl up on the couch, her hand running through your hair mindlessly as you watched your favorite show.

Or then after care she gave you after each and every session, when she’d treat you so gently.

You took it all from her willingly, the good and the bad, knowing that you wouldn’t know what to do without her. That you love her. Need her. More than you could ever want or need for anything else.

Right now Wanda has you sitting next her in her office. Your legs are forced apart, tied to either side of the chair she lured you into with the false hope of a reward.

She’s had you spread open for her for hours, tears streaming down your face and your legs quivering pathetically as she edges you, rubbing her fingers tortuously over your bundle of nerves, pulling you right up to the edge each time before pulling away entirely and delighting in the desperate moans and whimpers that leave your mouth at being denied.

“Please.” You beg, after your eleventh time of being edged by the older woman.

Your slick has long overrun your folds, now spread over the inside of your thighs, down the chair and pooling below you, making wet noises as you try to squirm and grind into the plastic surface, desperate beyond belief for any sort of relief.

“Mommy it hurts.” You whine, feeling frustration build inside of you when she doesn’t so much as shift her gaze from her laptop screen to you. The entire time she’s been torturing you she’s been on a business call.

She has you sitting just out of sight of the camera, but close enough that her wandering arm doesn’t cause suspicion when she moves to touch you.

Her mic is muted, her role in this meeting being to mostly listen and observe, only having to drop an option here and there. You know better than to make any noise when she speaks, the spanking she gave you last time flashing in your memory every time she hits that unmute button.

“Quite, brat.” She snaps, turning her attention away from the screen for half a second. “Mommy is busy. I’ll deal with you later.”

And usually that would be enough. The promise of her undivided attention, good or bad, would be enough to placate you. But not this time. This time the need burning inside you is pushing you to beg for more, to demand more to sate the hunger inside you.

“Mommy, I need it.” You push, seeing the anger and slight surprise in her eyes at the fact that you didn’t quieten down when she’d told you to.

“Are you that desperate for it?” She scoffs, moving her eyes to the pool of arousal between your legs.

You nod feverishly, more pleas and promises to be good falling from your lips.

“Fine.” She answers and you swear you can feel yourself deflating in relief only for it to be replaced by confusion when Wanda calls for her assistant instead of signing off her call.

“You called for me miss?” The red headed woman asks, standing in the now open door of Wanda’s office.

You can see she’s trying not to look at you, so can Wanda, a smirk lining her face as she tells her assistant to enter the room and close the door behind her.

The redhead does so, keeping her eyes locked on Wanda as she crosses the room, intent on not getting herself into trouble by allowing her eyes to drift to you.

“Is there anything I can help you with Ms Maximoff?” She asks, and the sultry tone of her voice has you whimpering, so desperate that the slightest thing sets you off.

The sound takes the other woman by surprise, her eyes darkening as she instinctively snaps her gaze toward you. Only for her to realize her mistake when her green eyes meet your pleading ones and she looks away.

“There is actually, thank you, Natasha.” Wanda says, leaning back in her chair and nodding towards you. “As you can see my little pet here is quite needy. I am, however, very busy at the moment.”

Natasha nods along, thinking maybe she would ask her to untie you from the chair, allowing you to take care of yourself.

Or maybe to wheel you into the room conjoined with Wanda’s office, where she couldn’t hear you.

“I need you to take care of her.” Wanda says, so nonchalantly, Natasha thinks she must have misheard her.

“I’m sorry?” Natasha asks, doing her level best to seem professional, even in these circumstances.

Wanda narrows her eyes at the woman, only for them to round again when she hears you moan, having accidentally jerked your hips forward and rubbing your clit against the chair.

“My pet.” Wanda says, flicking her eyes toward you in recognition. “Is a desperate little slut.”

Natasha darts her eyes toward you, unable to stop herself from licking her lips as her eyes drop to the mess between your legs.

“I need you to fuck her.”

Natasha swallows and flicks her eyes toward you again. She can smell your arousal from where she’s standing.

You whimper when her eyes meet yours and you try fruitlessly to grind down on the soaked surface of the chair, unable to find the right spot to make it feel good.

Fuck. She wants nothing more than to touch you. Your thighs look so soft, so plush. She wants to feel them squeeze around her head while she eats you out like a woman starved.

She wants to make you moan so loudly, hear you cry out for her. Feel your body tremble as she makes you cum again and again until you’re pushing her away, begging her for a reprieve.

“Well?” Wanda say’s impatiently, her eyes back on her laptop and the meeting taking place on the screen.

“Ms Maximoff, I don’t think this is appropriate.” She says, in a last stitch effort to keep her professionalism intact.

“Do you like having a job here, Ms Romanoff?” Not bothering to look up from her screen, as though Natasha’s defense borde her.

“Yes I-“

“Do you want to keep your job here?” She taunts, keeps her voice scarily level.

“Yes, Ms Maximoff.” Natasha answers, looking away in embarrassment, feeling like a scolded child.

“Then get to work.” Wanda commands, flicking her wrist in your direction.

Natasha nods and makes her way over to you. Her eyes zeroed in on the mess between your legs. Fuck you look good.

“Don’t ask her what she wants.” Wanda orders, noticing how Natasha stands hesitantly in front of you for a few seconds too long. “Fuck her however you want, she’ll take it like the good little whore she is, won’t you baby.”

You swallow nervously and look toward Wanda. “Yes, mommy.”

“Good.” Wanda says, returning her eyes to her laptop. “Now be a good slut for Natasha, baby and do as she says.”

Natasha takes a moment to look you over, her eyes visibly darkening at all the possibilities running through her mind.

“Anything I want?” She asks over her shoulder, refusing to take her eyes off of you.

Wanda smirks as she replies, intrigue building inside her.

“Anything at all, Ms Romanoff.”

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A/n- My first WandaNat fic ( I think )

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