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would you be okay with someone drawing art of batfang with another oc?
Absolutely go ahead!! As long as everything is SFW and all that :) Just please @ me I'd love to see what you draw!
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Yooo saw a flea for the first time
#pros: new creature!#cons: flea#eh I think it’s fine Sasuke’s on The Drugs the Preventatives#ONE flea#definitely gonna be keeping an eye out though haha. lol.#Con stop yapping
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wet cat wednesday (monday)
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I got another vintage paper cutter shaped as a sword and it's pretty even if has a piece broken.
Also, it matches the dagger I gifted as offering to King Belial months ago.
Now the problem is... I've been off practice for a while and at this point I don't know if to keep it for me (v. tempted, it's so pretty) or see if someone would like it as an offering after long time of nothing...
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one thing i don't understand about lps popular is how savannah expected brooklyn to be the exact same after them not seeing each other for like ... what, a year? maybe two? i mean, i guess i understand, considering brooke was probably savannah's only friend at the time, so of course it makes sense for savvy to be hurt by brooke's rejection
but (no this is not a pro brooke hayes post) i also wonder how this all was from brooke's pov: okay, the girl from your early teenhood has spawned into your new school and is on you like a flea. maybe seeing savannah reminded brooke of things she wanted to forget from that time ago (like her dad dying/her family falling apart. maybe. that's just a theory i have.) — maybe to brooke, savannah was from a previous chapter of her life, one she'd rather forget. do i think brooke could've been nicer when rejecting savannah? yes! but also i don't think savannah was right to start a bitter rivalry because of that 😭 i dunno i'm just yapping
#i am not pro brooke hayes btw#i think she's an interesting character but also she's basically a criminal LOL#💬.mod chatter#lps popular#lps#littlest pet shop
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A Trio of Brats
How would each of our ladies react/handle R, if while on the elevator up to the penthouse, during a heated discussion, R spanked their ass and said “you’re being a brat”? 😈
18+ ONLY. Minors Do Not Interact.
Pairing: NatashaxReader|WandaxReader|CarolxReader|NatashaxCarolxWandaxReader
Words: 8137
Warnings: Smut, so much smut, strap on, edging, fingering, mommy kink, daddy kink, captain kink, hair pulling, no touching allowed, punishments, Dom/Sub relationships [there’s more but I’ll tag later]
This is my own work. You are not allowed to copy, steal or claim as your own.
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- Natasha’s POV -
“You’re not bringing a puppy into the penthouse, Baby.”
You frown over at the back of Natasha’s head.
She is still standing facing away from you, gazing out of the windows.
While you stay near the doors.
She’s been standing like that ever since the two of you had walked into the elevator.
After you had been badgering her the entire car journey to be allowed to bring MJ’s puppy with you.
It’s safe to say you know you’re grating on Natasha; possibly reaching her limit - but does that stop you?
No.
Because there is a cute little puppy on the line.
You can’t back down now.
No. It’s too vital.
And you want to bring the puppy up to show Wanda and Carol.
No matter what Natasha, ever the bossy boots, says.
“I don’t get why though.”
“Because, dumb girl; I don’t want a flea covered, yapping thing let loose in my home. It was bad enough when you brought Hedwig here.”
Your mouth falls open.
“Hey that was mean! I’m not dumb!” You say. “And she doesn’t have fleas. MJ’s keeps amazingly good care of Spider-pup. And Hedwig was a wonderful guest.”
“For someone who frequently locks herself out of her house.” After hearing the name of the dog, Natasha finally looks around: “Spider…pup?”
“Yeah.” You reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s dating Peter Parker…the biggest Spider-Man fanboy around. Plus, she couldn’t bring herself to yell Princess in the park.”
“And Spider-pup was the way to go, clearly.”
“Yeah.” You reply, edging forwards a little. “Plus I know Spider-pup has a thing for redheads too.”
Natasha’s eyebrows raise and you quickly back peddle.
“Not in a sexual way! She just loves red headed people. Like, adores them. She’d be on your lap all night, Natty.”
You’ve reached her now and you’re about to twirl some of Natasha’s red hair between your fingers, and offer her your best puppy dog eyes; when her hand grips your wrist tightly, stopping you.
“The mongrel still isn’t stepping a paw into my home, baby girl.” She growls. “Nice try.”
You try to snatch your hand away but the older woman holds you firm.
“Now stop pestering me over an animal, Y/N.”
You gasp.
“Did you just full name me?”
“Yes I did. Because you’re being a brat.”
“I’m hardly being a brat…” You reply, before adding on: “Natasha.”
You’re being slammed into the handlebar before you can even protest.
You’re now looking at the view outside, with the hand Natasha still has in a bruising grip, pinned behind your back.
You let out a whimper, moving as the bar digs uncomfortably into you.
“What did you just call me, Y/N?”
“I don’t remember?”
“Don’t. Lie.” Her free hand smacks your ass hard. “Don’t make me ask again.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes.
“I called you Natasha.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
“Because…?” Another hard slap and you wince.
“Because I felt cocky.”
“Such a dumb little baby.” Natasha drags your other arm behind you; pinning both hands in one of hers. “What’s my name, little one?”
“N-”
She slaps your ass so hard this time that you let out a cry, trying to get your wrists free.
“Colour, kitten?”
“Yellow.”
Instantly Natasha spins you around and kisses you deeply; humming when you physically melt into her.
“Good girl, thank you for communicating with me.” She smiles down at you. “What’s my name?”
“Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
“I’m still not letting that dog in my apartment.”
She lets you go, seemingly knowing that you’re nearing their apartment and as she walks, you catch her muttering something under her breath.
“You’re being a brat now.”
You slap Natasha’s ass before you can really stop yourself.
And end up swallowing thickly.
“Holy shit.”
Yep, you’re gonna die.
You’re dead.
D
E
A
D
MJ, you’d better say something good at my funeral.
Natasha turns around, completely ignoring the doors that are now opening.
“What was that?”
She’s glaring at you.
Daring you to say it again.
What the hell, right?
“You’re being the brat…” It’s nothing more than a whisper but you say it.
Natasha lets out a chuckle.
A low chuckle that has you quaking right where you stand.
You glance behind her at the doors which are now closing.
Natasha catches the door without taking her eyes from you.
“Well if I’m the brat then that makes you the Dom, baby.” Natasha steps out of the elevator. “So I think I’ll go ahead and put myself in a time out; you’ll be able to entertain yourself without me, won’t you?”
The colour drains from your face.
“What?”
Turning without another word, Natasha leaves you standing there, completely dumbfounded.
You’re quick to move when the doors shut you off from her, and you manage to weasel through, hot on Natasha’s heels.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
But you don’t get a response from her the entire walk up through the apartment and down to her office.
When she gets there, she offers you a glance and a small, smug smile, before vanishing quickly inside; shutting the door behind her.
For the entire hour she is in there, no matter how many times you knock on the door, attempt to pick the lock - something Natasha herself had taught you - and begged; literally begged, the red head just wouldn’t open the door.
For the entire hour.
The entire long and extremely boring hour.
You end up leaning your back against the door as you text MJ; doing nothing short of complaining of how mind numbingly bored you are, when the door suddenly shoots open and you’re sent flying backwards.
Landing in a thump between Natasha’s heeled feet.
“Hey detka, still here?”
“That was mean, Daddy.”
The red head shrugs.
“Have you finished being a brat?”
“Should I be asking you that question?” You ask.
“Another hour it is.”
You jump to your feet quickly.
“No, no! I’m sorry! Please.”
Natasha is smug as she keeps the door open for you and you scramble inside.
“Well seeing as you apologised…I think it’s time for the good girl to get her reward then…isn’t it…”
You all but jump into her open arms and wrap yourself around her like a koala.
Natasha attacks your neck with vigour, licking and biting at the skin you have to offer her, all the while walking you into the room towards her desk.
You squirm and let out a small whine.
“You’re packing.”
“Would you expect anything less from me, kitten?” she asks coyly.
Natasha drops you unceremoniously on her floor.
“No. Never.”
“Knees. Now.”
You get into position instantly, hands resting on your lap.
“Think you can suck my strap for me? Get it nice and wet for that pretty pussy, baby?”
Your mouth opens automatically, watching with eager eyes as she unzips her pants and takes out her strap.
“Look, baby girl. I made sure to choose your favourite too.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
Natasha cups your face and rubs her thumb over your bottom lip.
“Such a good girl.” She says, “Now stick out that tongue.”
When you do, she spits directly onto it and makes you swallow.
“How did I get lucky to get such a good girl, hmm?” Natasha asks. “Can you suck daddy’s cock for me? Make me feel good?”
You surge forwards without needing anymore instruction.
Sucking most of it into your mouth, you move your hands to Natasha’s legs as you fight the urge to gag almost immediately.
You hear Natasha coo at you as you struggle.
Knowing this wasn’t your forte.
She grips the back of your head and gently guides you down her faux cock.
Enjoying the way your eyes are already brimming with tears.
You wretch loudly and Natasha coos you again.
“Poor baby, doing so well on my cock - such a good girl.”
Spit dribbles down your chin.
When your nose presses into the fabric of Natasha’s pants, you force yourself to breathe through your nostrils.
Trying so hard to stop gagging.
“You okay, detka?”
You give her a thumbs up and it urges her to continue.
Her grip on your hair tightens as she grabs the strands and pulls you back, before dragging you back down.
Over and over.
Until your throat has gotten used to her member.
Until you’re sucking her into your mouth with much more ease.
“There we go, little one. Get it nice and wet for your pussy.”
She fucks your face a few more times, softly pounding her hips into your mouth; forcing her cock down your throat.
When she pulls out, strings of spit still connect you to her strap.
It’s one of the hottest things Natasha has ever seen.
Your chin and neck are covered in drool.
Natasha leans down and kisses you sloppily, humming when you try to suck her tongue into your mouth,
Before hoisting you up off the floor and down onto her desk.
She automatically pulls at your shorts so fast that you’re sure they’re torn.
Natasha flips you on your stomach, fingers dipping into your wetness.
“So wet already, detka.” She murmurs, “did you miss daddy?”
She slaps your ass.
“I did; so much.” You pant, “I’m so sorry for being a brat. So, so, so sorry.”
“Thank you for all the apologies, baby.”
When she finally thrusts into you, your eyes all but roll back and your head screams: “Finally!”
You moan loudly.
So loudly.
“That’s it baby, taking my strap so well.”
Natasha keeps on slowly pushing inside of you, knowing that it's driving you mad.
Once she’s fully inside of you, she pauses for a second, allowing you to get used to her length, to the stretch that parts your walls, before she pulls out slightly and thrusts back in.
“Oh good girl.” Natasha sighs, pulling out again.
When she slams in, you let out a startled moan, near head butting her desk.
Her new pace is just brutal, holding your hips as she pounds over and over into you.
Natasha is chasing her high, just as you are yours.
The end of her strap rubs deliciously against her clit.
Mix that with your moans and the sounds coming from between your legs, Natasha is already close.
“You’re such a good girl when you want to be, kitten.” She lets out a shaky breath.
You preen under her words, shuffling on the desk as you start bouncing back on Natasha’s strap.
“That’s it slut, take my cock.”
You angle your hips down, jolting when it hits the spongy spot inside of you.
Oh, that feels so good.
Christ, how were you so close already?
But then again, you've lost all sense of time.
“Is my little baby gonna cum?” Natasha asks, voice slightly breathless.
“Uh-huh. Please, please can I cum, daddy?”
Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Natasha pounds into so fast you’re sure the back of your thighs are going to bruise.
She watches with glee as your hands wrap around the edges of the desk to try and stop your body jolting with each thrust.
Your moans bounce off the walls.
The coil in your stomach tightens as Natasha constantly hits your g-spot.
“Cum. Cum now or don’t bother at all.”
Your orgasm is torn out of you, just as is the exhausted scream that follows; your legs tremble and you would have slid off the table right there and then if it wasn’t for Natasha holding your hips in death grips.
A few more thrusts and Natasha reaches her high too; slamming into you one final time before she lets out a whine and stills, body shuddering.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Your legs have become jelly. Your pussy too sensitive to take anymore.
Natasha pulls out, quickly leaning down to lick a long strip through your folds before standing up straight and turning you round.
When she kisses you, all you can taste is your own arousal.
You pull back and lick the tip of her nose.
“Am I forgiven, daddy?”
“Yes, detka.” Natasha smiles. “How does a shower sound?”
“A shower sounds amazing.” You reply, grinning.
“Good.”
You reach down to pick up your shorts but the redhead snatches them from you.
“You won’t be needing them, silly girl.”
You can’t help but grin.
“Yes, daddy.”
You walk to the office door, turning when Natasha calls your name.
“I’m still not letting MJ’s dog in my home, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”
- Carol’s POV -
“No. Means. No.”
“Oh come on, Carol!”
You follow the blonde into the elevator, a box containing the most delicious pie you have ever tasted, in your hands.
“No, kitten. You heard me. We are not eating pie before dinner.”
You stand next to her as she beeps her card and presses the button for the penthouse.
“Car, come on. What’s the worst that could happen, hmm? We don’t eat all of our dinner? Wow, call the cops now.”
“The worst that could happen is you getting put in your place, little girl. Don’t make me throw that pie out of the window, because I will.”
You hold it closer to your chest.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Using her full height against you, Carol towers down at you and narrows her eyes.
“Try me.”
You shuffle back, taking your precious pie with you.
Carol follows.
“I see this thing as my child; you throw this out and you’re throwing my…like heart out too…”
“God you’re so fucking dramatic.” Carol rolls her eyes. “Plus you want to eat that pie. How sick is that?”
You open and close your mouth a couple of times, unable to think of a snarky reply.
“That’s what I thought.” Carol replies, “want me to shut that mouth for you, kitten?”
Glowering up at her, you do it yourself.
“Are we finished going on about this stupid pie now?” She asks.
“S-stupid pie?” You look down at the box. “Carol, I’m hurt. Hurt! This pie is not stupid; it’s a beautiful creation and I think I’m in love with it.”
Carol laughs, exasperated.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, baby.”
“Y’know what else is cute, Carol?” You ask before holding the box out. “This pie. And it’s cruel for us to wait to eat it until after dinner.”
“Y/N…” Carol warns. “I’m getting sick of hearing about it. I mean it. We’re eating it after dinner. Or not at all.”
You glance down at the box in your hands.
“Fine.”
Smiling, Carol leans down to kiss your forehead.
“I knew you could listen to instructions; good girl, kitten.”
“It’s amazing what happens when you threaten my pie, isn’t it?”
Carol smirks.
“It sure is.”
The two of you settle down, Carol taking her phone out of her pocket to check a couple of emails while you find it really hard to not roll your eyes.
God, the whole thing is stupid.
What was the big deal anyway?
Food is food, right?
You open the lid and inhale the sweet smell of the treat in your hands; mouth instantly filling with drool.
Your stomach rumbles.
“Fuck, I’m so hungry.” You scrape a little of the crust off with your finger and pop it into your mouth. “Can’t we just, like I dunno; nibble the crust, Carol? Consider it an amuse-bouche.”
You’re too busy giggling at your very pitiful joke to notice Carol.
Maybe if you had you could have gotten away from the situation.
Doubtful.
But maybe.
The pie is snatched from your hands before you can fully process what’s happening and thrown on the ground.
"Hey!"
You’re then pinned by the blonde, back bouncing on the elevator wall; where, not even waiting for you to reply, Carol’s hand trails up your chest, tickles at your neck before settling in your hair.
She grabs a handful, relishing in the way you flinch, readying for her to yank.
“Kneel.”
“Excuse me?” You say.
“You heard me, kitten. Kneel. Remember your place.”
You shake your head.
The final nail in your coffin.
Carol’s hand slams down on your shoulder and she pushes you down onto your knees.
You quickly find it difficult to maintain eye contact with the incredibly smug woman standing over you.
The second you look away, she cocks her head to the side.
“Where you looking at, kitten?” Carol asks. “My eyes are up here. You know I like looking at your pretty eyes.”
You make yourself look at her.
And as you part your lips to talk, Carol roughly pushes two fingers into your mouth.
“Brats don’t get to talk.” She growls.
You choke as Carol’s fingers hit the back of your throat; and when you try to pull back, the other woman doesn’t let you, the grip on your hair tightening to keep you in your place.
“Where are you going, baby?”
Carol fucks your mouth a few more times before keeping them lodged between your lips; loving the way your eyes widen and you gag around her.
Carol doesn’t miss the small intake of breath through your nose when her boot grazes your core.
She pulls her fingers from your mouth, deliberately pressing down on your tongue to just earn one last gag before her digits leave fully.
Spit dangles from her glistening fingers and she wipes them clean on your cheek.
“Stay.”
You look at her in confusion; watching as she crosses the elevator to hit the STOP button; causing you to nearly fall out of your kneeling position from the floor.
When Carol returns to you, you try to speak again, voice your innocence, but she raises an eyebrow and your voice dies in your throat.
Her feet shift and one slips between your spread legs.
“There’s a good girl, that’s what I thought.”
You stay where you are, legs spread on the elevator floor with one of Carol’s feet between them.
“Look at you,” she mockingly pouts, “on your knees for me. Right where you belong.”
Carol lifts her foot and smiles when you jerk.
“You think bad girls have the right to try and get off on my feet?”
She moves her foot and you all but whimper when the contact leaves you.
“But considering you look so fucking cute right now…I’d say you deserve…something…” Carol’s face is incredibly smug. “Go ahead and hump my shoe, slut. I'll allow it.”
Your eyes go wide.
“W-what?”
“You heard me, baby.” Carol says. “Or is that dumb submissive brain of yours too fuzzy to understand simple instructions?”
Her boot goes back between your legs and presses right against your clit.
“Hump my fucking shoe or I’ll turn your ass red. The choice is yours.”
You move automatically, despite the humiliation slapping you right in the face, and grind yourself down onto Carol’s shoe.
The friction feels amazing and it causes your eyes to flutter.
“Oh.”
“Go on. Get yourself off on my shoe. It’s a nice sight, I won’t lie.”
You roll your hips and groan.
When you try to sit up, to rearrange yourself on her shoe; Carol’s hands slam firmly on your shoulders again and shoves you back down; grinding you against her boot.
“Fuck, c-captain.”
“What was that, baby girl?” she asks.
“Nothing, captain; I’m sorry.”
“Maybe you need something in that mouth of yours…to keep you quiet. What do you think?”
You go to reply when two of Carol’s fingers re enter your mouth.
“Suck them.”
You’re quick to do as you’re told, sucking on her digits as if your life depends on it.
“There’s a good girl. Knew I’d find better use of that mouth instead of talking utter shit.”
You gag loudly when her long fingers poke at the back of your throat.
“You know,” Carol continues, shifting her boot to make you groan, “you’re such a good girl when you’re not complaining about your stupid pie.”
Something clicks in her brain and she smiles deviously down at you.
“I think I might take you up on your offer from earlier, sugar.” She continues, gripping your jaw tighter when you try to speak.
And then just like that, everything stops.
You can only watch helplessly as she moves away from you and picks up the box.
You miss how good her shoe made you feel.
You clench your thighs, pussy throbbing.
When she opens the box lid, you can’t help the pathetic whine when you see your delicious pie in front of you.
You swallow thickly.
“It smells delicious, kitten.” Carol says; eyes snapping to you when you open your mouth again.
You watch, mouth agape as she breaks off a part of the crust and pops in into her mouth; moaning loudly when the buttery flavour explodes on her taste buds.
“And this is just the crust, I can’t wait to eat the whole thing.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it, brat?”
You’re on your feet in seconds, legs shaking from being knelt down for a long period of time.
“You’re the one being the brat now, not me.”
How you manage to slap Carol’s ass before she pins you to the wall is beyond you.
Yet somehow you manage it.
The blonde is seething.
“Say that again.”
You meet her eyes and all the courage you have vacates your body.
“I-I’d rather not, thank you.”
“It isn't a request, Y/N. It's an order.”
“I -”
“3.”
“Don’t count!”
“2.”
“I said you was the brat!”
“And why did you call me a brat?” Carol asks.
“Because.”
“Because?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh? An apology already?” Carol grins. “Where did that bratty energy go?”
“It left. Really quickly.” You pout slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry, baby?” She leans to kiss your jaw. “Really sorry?”
“Mhmm.” You whine when her teeth nip at your skin.
“I guess that’s okay then isn’t it, if you’re really sorry.”
You’re sceptical at first - because why would she let you get away with being a brat so quickly? - but when her hand slips into your pants, the scepticism dissolves.
Her long fingers circle your clit and you let out a small whimper.
“Does that feel good, kitten?”
She grabs your jaw with her other hand.
“Use those words, baby.”
She says this as her fingers dip inside of you, pulling back before she fully does.
“Yes, captain.” You whisper. “Please.”
“Oh such a good girl, using her manners for her captain.”
She lifts you with no effort, yanking your pants and knickers down to your knees before shoving two fingers easily inside of you.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. I love it.”
Carol moves you again, carrying you across the elevator with her fingers still inside of you and somehow - you’re not sure how - presses the button to make the elevator move.
Your back ends up pressed against the elevator doors and you gasp when the cool steel presses against your ass.
“What if someone comes in?” You gasp out.
Carol adds a third finger, enjoying the way you react to her stretching you out.
You whimper, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.
“Then you better cum fast, baby girl.”
You nod.
You can do that.
You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning when Carol growls.
Her teeth find home at your neck and she bites and sucks at what you have to offer her.
“Gonna mark you up,” she says, licking the large red mark she had just made.
You grind against her hand.
Her fingers squelch inside of you. “Everyone will know who you belong to.”
“You, captain. I belong to you!”
Her thumb rubs at your clit and you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming out.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
“Oh god, yes, right there - please!”
You’re stuffed with Carol’s fingers, clenching around them as she moves and curls inside of your pussy.
Lewd, wet noises fill the elevator.
It should be embarrassing but it isn’t.
Not when you’re feeling this good.
“Mmm, close, so close.”
It’s almost obscene how quickly they can make you cum.
“I’m gonna c...!”
Your body tenses -
- and Carol abruptly removes her fingers from you, throwing your legs down as she goes.
“What? What are you doing?”
You hastily pull your pants back up, breathing heavily.
“Brats don’t get to cum, silly girl.”
Your eyes all but bulge from your head.
Sucking her fingers, she grabs onto you when the doors to the elevator open, stopping you from tumbling out.
You don’t even notice, far too enraged by your denied orgasm.
“What?! That’s not fair!”
“Shall we make it a week of edging then instead of just tonight, kitten? ‘Cos that wouldn’t be fair.”
You hastily shake your head.
“I - let’s not be too hasty now.”
“That’s what I thought.” Carol towers over you. “Now, fetch your pie and come along little kitten. You’ve got a long night ahead.”
- Wanda’s POV -
“I can’t believe you dropped your coke, Y/N.”
“I didn’t do it intentionally!” You’re all but pouting as you stomp into the elevator to the penthouse. “I was looking forward to drinking it too; stupid curb. I could have broken my neck.”
“Bit dramatic there, detka.” Wanda smiles, slurping her drink, just loud enjoy to make you glare.
She moves the reusable carrier bag to rest in the crook of her arm. “I’d have caught you.”
“You were doubled over laughing, Maximoff. When would you have caught me?”
“After I finished laughing, duh.” Wanda hands you her drink.
You accept it happily and inhale a large mouthful, momentarily struggling to swallow all the carbonated bubbles.
“Also, Maximoff, huh? Channelling your inner Natasha and Carol there are you?”
You shrug as you continue to drink her soda.
“So what if I am?”
You watch as Wanda commands the elevator to take you to their floor before coming to stand in your personal space.
She taps your nose.
“I prefer you calling me Wands.” She whispers, leaning down to take the straw into her mouth. “Or mommy. I know how much you enjoy calling me mommy.”
She says it with such nonchalance that it takes your brain a second to understand what she just said to you.
“I don’t…you…” Your voice trails off and you suddenly find you can’t keep Wanda’s eye contact.
She giggles and your brain mercifully starts to work again.
“I love how flustered that makes you, baby. You’re so cute.”
“Oh whatever.” You scoff, shoving Wanda away with a smile.
She lets out a giggle but doesn’t budge too far from you.
“It’s so easy to do. Even when I’m not fully in dom mode, I can still make you blush. Talk about giving me an ego boost, sweetheart.”
“I can easily burst your bubble, Wands.”
“Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow. “Go on then. Burst my bubble. I dare you.”
“You dare me?”
“Mhmm. I’m waiting.” She checks her watch. “Although, if you make me wait any longer I might end up ageing a few years…”
“I -” You start but when Wanda’s lips suddenly find your neck, you falter. “That’s….that’s mean.”
“Use your words, baby.” She sucks on your skin. “Go on.”
“I…just…” You’re begging your brain to function. It becomes increasingly difficult, especially when Wanda drags her teeth over your collarbone. “Y-you…”
“Yes, baby girl?” Wanda moves up to suck your earlobe into her mouth. “My not-at-all-flustered-baby-girl.”
You shut your eyes and try your best to focus.
“I’m not - I’m…” You swallow thickly. “I’m not flustered. I don’t get easily flustered.”
“Just admit defeat, baby.” She kisses along your jaw until settling on your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times. “My flustered girl, I love that I can do this to you.”
“You do?”
“Yes, detka.” Wanda mercifully pulls back slightly, giving you enough space to regain some control of your thoughts. “It’s so hot.”
Your cheeks blush.
“Even if you do try to lie to me.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Mhmm.”
“Tell that to your crimson cheeks, baby girl.” She winks before stepping fully out of your personal space. “You cutie pie. Trying to lie to your mommy. You know I don’t like liars, sweetheart.”
“What’re you gonna do about it, mommy?”
She leans down and recaptures your lips with her own; holding the side of your face with her free hand in a gentle caress.
It’s a tender moment.
And you fall fully into it.
“For that, I’m gonna play our new video game when you’re in school this week.”
You pull away from her.
“You what?”
“You heard me, baby.”
You let out a whine, frowning.
“But that’s not fair!”
“It isn’t?” She asks, grinning, showing her pristine white teeth. “How so, baby?”
“B-because you’re gonna learn all the tricks and I’ll be at a disadvantage when we play!”
“Aww,” Wanda mock pouts down at you. “Such a silly little thing. You won’t be at a disadvantage.”
“So…wait, you’re not gonna cheat?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.
“I didn’t say that.” Wanda replies. “I’m gonna learn everything whilst you’re stuck in class. You’re not gonna be at a disadvantage, detka; you’re gonna be at a loss when we play.”
You gape up at her.
“And then when you get home to me, I’ll make you a bet that I just know you won’t be able to refuse…”
“I’d be able to refuse it.” You mumble in a hushed tone.
“Shh baby, mommy’s speaking.” Wanda bumps her nose to yours. “When you lose my bet, your ass is gonna be mine.”
“I - I won’t fall for your bet.”
“You won’t?” Wanda asks. “My stubborn, proud, little girl, won’t accept a bet I lay out for her…won’t take the chance to try and prove me wrong?”
Oh you can feel the moment your eye starts to twitch.
“No…I won’t fall for it, Wanda.”
Wanda smirks.
“I think you already have, buttercup.”
The elevator dings, catching Wanda’s attention.
“Come on, kitten. Mommy wants a cup of coffee.”
She turns and you find yourself staring at her ass.
You glare at her.
“You’re being such a brat.”
Those five words alone are going to get you into trouble.
But you don’t stop there.
No.
Of course you don’t. It’s you.
The temptation to spank her overrules any logical thoughts you have and, without fully thinking the idea through, you smack Wanda’s ass.
With a lot more power than you had anticipated.
The older woman jerks, a surprised noise passing her lips.
She turns to you slowly, both eyebrows raised in shock.
You stare at her.
Just as shocked.
“I - you…”
“Did you just spank my ass, little one?”
“No.”
“Again with the lies.”
“I’m not -”
Her hand is in your hair so fast; palm scraping against your scalp before her fingers latch down, hard.
You let out a tiny squeak as she holds you where she wants, eyes glaring down at your stunned face; your eyes lidded in pleasure.
“Did you smack my ass, baby girl?” Wanda asks.
You’re finding it really difficult to maintain eye contact with her.
“So what if I did?” You ask, the adrenaline from Wanda pulling your hair fuelling your brat energy.
“Oh, so that’s the mood you’re going with is it?” Wanda’s smile grows. “For a second I really thought you were gonna chicken out on me, sweetie.”
You avert your eyes from her gaze and Wanda quickly rectifies it; hand dropping from your hair to grip your chin.
She lifts your face up, tilting her own head to the side when you try your best to keep from looking at her.
“Aww, is the little baby too afraid to look me in the eyes now?”
“No.”
“Then look at me.” Wanda orders simply.
When you still refuse, she sighs.
“Come now, baby girl; look at me or I’ll let Natasha and Carol deal with you.”
You tentatively peak up at her.
Wanda’s grip on your chin tightens.
“Ignore me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days; is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“Good girl.” Wanda kisses your nose. “Coffee?”
“Coffee sounds perfect.”
Two minutes later and the two of you leave the elevator, hand in hand; softly discussing your upcoming game night plans, when you hear it.
Gentle moans coming from the front room.
While you pause mid step, Wanda continues on, dragging you with her without stopping to check if you’re okay.
“Wanda!” You whisper, “I think they’re busy!”
“Who? Our girlfriends, you mean?”
You’re blushing.
“I know that.” You reply, gripping her hand as you climb the stairs. “But they’re having alone time.”
Wanda can’t help but grin.
“You’re so fucking adorable, baby. Come on, it’s okay. They won’t mind. If anything, seeing us watch will spur them on…”
What you’re met with, is Carol kneeling between Natasha’s bare legs as she laps away happily at her pussy.
Natasha, with her hair shoved messily on her head, has her eyes screwed shut.
Her hips jerk and she gasps, then letting out a little sigh when Carol inserts two fingers into her.
“There you go, my love.” Carol mutters, moving away to kiss Natasha’s inner thigh.
“If you make me squirt on our couch, I won’t be impressed, Danvers.”
“Challenge accepted, Romanoff.”
Carol throws Natasha’s left leg over her shoulder and pulls her closer.
Casting a devious wink up at the red head, Carol licks her lips and dives back in, feasting on the other woman like it was her last meal.
You can only watch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes gaze over Carol’s toned arms pinning Natasha in place.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Wanda asks, glancing at you. “See something you like?”
“I’m just -”
You’re too enamoured by Natasha and Carol to even notice Wanda moving around you; placing her things down before going to stand back at your side.
She moves your hair from your neck and peppers kisses at the skin you offer to her, grasping your body to stop you from pulling away in surprise.
“Hush now,” She whispers, earning fresh goosebumps to rise where her breath tickles you. “You wanna watch them with me, baby?”
You let out a breathless moan as Wanda licks up to your earlobe.
She takes it between her teeth and nibbles.
“But…we…”
“Use your big girl words.”
You try to drag your eyes away but Wanda is one step ahead of you; she grabs a fist full of your hair again and keeps your head from moving.
“Watch, baby girl.”
Wanda’s right arm moves slides around your stomach to dip between your waistband.
“What do we have here?” She murmurs, dragging one slender finger over your clit. She moves lower, to the slight damp patch giving you away. “Did mommy do this? Or is it because you’re watching our captain eat daddy’s pussy?”
You drag your eyes from Carol’s tongue, watching in a daze as it disappears inside of Natasha, to glance back at Wanda.
She’s watching you both with a similar gaze; pupils blown wide with lust.
When you look back to the pair on the sofa, you’re met with dazzling green eyes staring at you.
“Looks like we’ve got some onlookers, moya lyubov’.” Natasha’s breath hitches.
When Carol turns to you and Wanda, her mouth shimmers.
“Are you two gonna join us?”
“I was thinking of something different.” Wanda replies, removing her hand from between your legs.
You let out a whine, wincing when Wanda’s grip on your hair tightens.
“Don’t think I forgot about your little stunt, brat.” She shoves you forward.
“Oh? Has our baby girl been naughty?” Natasha asks, letting out a loud moan when Carol curls her fingers.
“Our baby girl thought it was appropriate to slap my arse and call me a brat.”
You snap your head to look at Wanda; eyes wide in shock.
“You said you wouldn’t tell!”
Wanda shrugs. “I never said such a thing. But maybe now you’ll rethink your actions, detka.”
“Oh, she has been a bad girl.” Carol is grinning against Natasha’s folds.
“And I think I know the perfect punishment…” Wanda replies, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Kneel.”
“No I don’t -”
“I. Said. Kneel.”
Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and she shoves you down to the floor.
You end up on your knees with Wanda’s hands clamped on your shoulders, painfully close to Natasha and Carol.
“Now, be a good girl and stay put. Mommy needs to get something just for you.”
You all but sigh in relief when Wanda removes her hands from you and she quickly leaves the room.
You move on instinct, your knees already sore from the wooden floor.
But Natasha, even with her eyes shut in pleasure, just knows you’re trying to move and she catches your arm in a vice grip.
“Mommy told you to stay, little one.”
Another harsh tug and you’re pulled forward, landing on your hands, nose bumping into Natasha’s raised leg.
“I - um -”
“Why don’t you watch daddy cum, baby girl?” Natasha gyrates her hips on Carol’s face. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”
Natasha’s grip tightens on arm and you wince, automatically pulling away.
“Kiss me.”
You glance at Carol, who is leaning up from Natasha. She’s looking at you with wet lips; her fingers still working in and out of the red head.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Carol says, “kiss me. Come here.”
You do as you’re told, leaning across to capture Carol’s lips with your own.
You immediately taste Natasha’s arousal. It attacks your senses.
It coats your lips, fills your mouth and invades your nose.
You quickly get lost in it, sucking on Carol’s tongue.
The blonde pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.
“Fuck.” You whimper.
“Now what’s this about you spanking mommy, hmm?” She asks, trailing her thumb across your lip.
“I didn’t mean it, captain.” You give her your best doe eyed look, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure.
It only earns a snicker.
“Nice try, baby.”
And just like that, Carol shoves you away from her.
With such force that you topple onto your ass.
Just as Wanda re-enters the room holding a collar and a leash.
Looming over you, Wanda motions you to sit by her feet.
You do as you’re told, quickly; earning a soft “Good girl.” to be whispered in your ear.
You’re far too infatuated with Wanda that you miss Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orgasm rips through her.
You want nothing more than to watch her fall apart, but the stern look that Wanda gives you is enough to keep you in place.
“You want to be my good little pet?” she asks, locking the collar around your neck. She checks the tightness and then asks if it feels okay on you.
You nod and Wanda connects the leash to the heart shaped part of the collar.
“Then good little pets obey and listen to their owners, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“I like where this is going.” Carol mutters to Natasha.
“Come.”
Crawling behind Wanda’s feet, and earning a few slaps on your ass from the other two women, she moves until she has you kneeling in front of the coffee table.
You silently watch her as she ties the end of the leash to the table leg.
“Good little pets also deserve to be punished for spanking their mommies, don’t they?”
You pout and nod.
“…yes mommy.”
Wanda walks back to Natasha and Carol, kissing them both deeply before whispering something into their ears.
Just quiet enough that you can’t fully make out what she’s saying.
You’re interested.
Curious as to what is being said.
“My devious, devious little switchy.” Natasha grins, pulling Wanda in for another kiss.
“Maybe this will teach our little brat to think before she acts.” Carol says, glancing at you.
“Tell her, moya lyubov’.” Natasha tells Wanda. “ So the poor girl doesn’t get into more trouble.”
“You’re to sit there baby, as Natasha and Carol fuck me. You’re not allowed to be involved. No touching. No whining. No moving. Do I make myself clear?”
Your face falls.
Your good girl act crumbles.
The brat inside of you rises up, screaming like a banshee.
How could they do this to you? Over something so small?!
Your eye twitches and you open your mouth to fight back.
“Behave, kitten.” Natasha orders. “Or should I take matters into my own hands and make use of our new paddle?”
The words die on your tongue.
Your inner brat dropping to hide once more.
And now you know exactly why Wanda placed you directly in front of them.
You’re in the front row seat of torture.
“That’s what I thought. Dumb baby.”
“I’ll ask again: do I make myself clear, Y/N?”
“Yes!”
A single eyebrow raise.
“Yes, you make yourself clear, mommy.”
“Such a good little pet.”
Wanda’s top gets torn off first by Carol, quickly followed by her leggings.
“You’re gonna make the cutest sounds for us, bunny.” Natasha says, nipping at Wanda’s neck. “All for us.”
“Yes, daddy.” Wanda replies, letting out a shuddering breath when teeth scrape her collarbone.
You lick your dry lips, hands curling into fists on your lap.
This is so unfair, so unfair!
You shuffle forward, yearning to get nearer; eyes watching the two women as they begin to devour Wanda.
Jealousy pangs through you.
You swallow what moisture you have in your mouth and try to move forward again.
Only, this time, the leash prevents you from moving.
It strains, keeping you in your place.
The collar presses into your neck but you don’t stop.
You continue to lean forward, determined to be part of the fun happening in front of you.
The table drags loudly against the floor and you instantly freeze, eyes going wide.
Three pairs of eyes turn to look at you.
“She’s really being determined to be a fucking brat today, isn’t she?” Carol says. “I say we add to her punishment. See if she finally listens then.”
You cower back as Carol approaches, Wanda’s long sleeved shirt in her hands.
Behind her, Natasha pins Wanda down on the sofa and kisses her deeply.
“Now, now,” she says, stroking your cheek. “Less of that. You’re safe, remember. Check in with me.”
“Green…a little yellow, but it’s because I’m nervous.”
Carol smiles, leaning down to kiss you.
“I’m only going to blindfold you, my love. Is that okay?”
“Yes, it’s okay.” You pout up at her, “just please let me touch you. Please.”
“Poor thing,” Carol quickly kisses you again. “But it’s not me you should have begged to.”
“Wait -”
But Carol doesn’t let you finish your sentence; doesn’t let you finish your plea for pleasure.
She wraps Wanda’s sleeves around your face, tying them behind your head, cutting off your vision of Natasha kissing down Wanda’s stomach.
“No…”
You know you look ridiculous but it’s the least of your worries.
Instinct takes over and you go to grab at the offending material over your eyes but Carol’s catches your wrists before you can.
“Keep them on your thighs and do not move them. There. Some more rules for that pretty head to follow.” Carol says. “Think you can do that?”
“Um, I think so.”
“I want you to tell me what you’re not allowed to do. Now. Just so I know we’re on the same page, kitten.”
You open your mouth and Carol leans down to attack your neck.
You’re not expecting it, caught fully unaware and you let out a startled scream, body jerking back so suddenly that you tumble off your knees and onto your ass.
Again.
Carol lets you fall and you just know she’s smiling.
“Mean.”
“Mean?” Carol asks. “No, my sweet, sweet girl; this is mean.”
You’re stripped down to your underwear in record speed, despite how much of a fuss you put up.
“On your knees.”
Wanda is whimpering.
You want nothing more to see what Natasha is doing to her.
“How? I can’t see.”
Carol chuckles as Wanda lets out a soft, “Fuck.”
“Ever the fucking brat.”
One spanked - and slightly redder - ass cheek later, you’re back in your original position with your hands clenched into fists on top of your thighs.
“Now, what is it you’re not allowed to do, kitten?” she asks.
“Well I’m not allowed to see for one thing…”
A hand slithers around your throat and gives you a warning squeeze.
“With less attitude, darling girl.”
Hearing Natasha’s voice so close causes you to gasp.
When did they switch?!
“I’m…not allowed to touch myself…to whine or to move…”
“Annnnd…” Natasha encourages, finger circling your nipple into a hardened point.
“Please, Captain, please!” Wanda groans from the sofa.
You shuffle uncomfortably on the floor.
“I’m not allowed to watch.” You say. “Or move my hands.”
“Good girl, following my orders so well.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Stay put now, yes? Daddy and Captain want to enjoy their bunny without the disruptions.”
Without waiting for a reply, Natasha leaves you.
It doesn’t take long for Wanda to become more vocal.
Every whimper, every moan is heightened and your body reacts when you hear them.
“Bend your legs for me, bunny.” Carol says as you let out a shaky breath. “Let captain see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
God, you’re going to ruin your knickers.
“Fuck, she’s so wet. It’s dribbling down her thighs.” Carol continues. “Can captain eat your cunt? Make you feel good until you’re cumming on my tongue?”
Your nails are digging into your palms.
Wanda lets out a loud moan and you almost do too.
“Yes, captain, please!”
“I just wanna see, please, let me watch.” You beg.
It goes ignored.
You’re so jealous.
Natasha and Carol continue their feast.
Blissfully.
They don’t stop until Wanda is a sobbing mess.
Until she’s moaning and writhing just for them.
It should be for you.
You should be making her feel this good.
While Natasha and Carol watch.
It’s not fair.
By Wanda’s first orgasm, you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on your knees.
When Wanda cums again, the pins and needles in your legs have set in.
After her third orgasm, you’re a panting mess; and this is when you’re finally given reprieve.
The makeshift blindfold is carefully removed from you and it takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the lights in the room.
It’s Wanda who crouches in front of you, helping you switch positions so your legs can stretch.
She smiles lovingly at you, sweat glistening on her forehead.
The smell of sex fills your nose.
Your mouth waters.
“Have you learnt your lesson, love?” she asks and you all but jump to reply.
“Yes! Yes, mommy I have! I’m so sorry for calling you a brat and spanking your ass!”
Carol and Natasha appear at your sides.
They’re in varied stages of undress: Wanda completely bare, Natasha has nothing but her bra on while Carol has the pair of boxers she wears when wearing your current favourite strap.
“Will you do it again?”
Maybe.
“No. I won’t.”
Wanda cups your face with her hands and kisses you.
She pulls back and your lips are left still puckered.
“I know you’re fibbing but I’ll let it slide.” Wanda says. “Staying knelt like that. Are you all needy, baby? Is your pussy soaking wet for us?”
“Mhmm, it is mommy.” You’re pouting again.
“You look good enough to eat, detka.”
“Then eat me…”
The three women laugh and it makes you smile.
“I’m not sure…should we drag your punishment out, baby girl?” Wanda asks. “Make sure you really learnt your lesson?”
“No!” You look at each one of them frantically. “Please, don’t!”
“Then get your cute ass up those stairs, sweetheart.” Natasha orders.
“Race you.” Wanda winks.
The woman jumps to her feet and lets out a startled gasp when Carol drags her back to the floor.
“Go, baby, go!” The blonde shouts, wrestling to keep Wanda down.
Natasha helps you up and gives you a shove.
“Go on! Carol won’t be able to hold her forever!”
Grinning, you dart past the two forms wriggling on the floor and charge up the stairs, letting out a frantic laugh when you hear footsteps start to follow you.
You’re the first to the bedroom and when Carol finally makes it there too, four bodies collide and fall onto the bed in a heap.
You don’t resurface until the following day.
Your new game, for now, is completely forgotten.
Hope you enjoyed!! Go and take a cold shower, that’s an order😏
Also thank you to Maxy for helping with the gifs! *mwah*
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Aka PART THREE!!!!
You were supposed to perfect.
You were to rule beside me on this disgusting wasteland.
To make them all grovel at our feet.
To destroy ANYONE who stood in our way.
The others may have assisted in your creation. They may have helped you crawl. They may have fed you. They may have checked your vitals, monitored your every move, written down everything you DID in their presence.
And while I did as well…
I did it with the promise of you becoming something great…
I taught you to speak.
I even remember your first word: beaker!
I spent hours in that DAMNED building, helping you walk on your own two legs.
I showed you the marvellous wonders of the world, even the ones I found pathetic and vile…
When you were sick, I never left you alone.
When you were hungry, I was always the first to feed you.
Even during the storms!
When the bolts of Zeus and the lion roared vicious and earthquaking thunder, every time you were afraid…
I…
NEVER…
left your side…
So why would you think it was okay to leave mine?
Was what you saw so overwhelming that you’d think you’d steal my life’s work without consequences? Was what you read so aching that you just HAD to run away?
To run away from them?
Run away from me?
That’s not how this game works…
When you go against me, you are going against life and death itself.
You are a peasant and I am royalty.
You are but drop of water while I am a mighty blaze
You are prey and I… the predator
Do you understand now?
Do you understand the great turmoil you’ve brought on not only yourself but those around you?
I fail to see evidence that you do..
And while I yap and yowl and hiss and snarl and whisper and retort…
You’ll never believe until I SHOW you, why everyone fears me..
A man’s words mean nothing when it comes to his actions. Shall he fail to fill his hole, it will become his new grave. It shall hold him until he sees his last sky, breathe his last breath, feel his last touch, smell his last aroma, and hear his last song. It was hold him for before he dies and after he dies.
Fortunately for me,
Gods do not die…
When you’ve angered them, there is but one way to appease them.
Through sacrifice…
Your suffering will be eternal.
And I’ll make sure to include your acquaintance in your turmoil…
.
..
…
It had been a fun-filled day! The two had spent it making new conspiracies theories… Well at least Bive did. She managed to make them all connect in one way or another. Split was a different story. She somehow managed to get Bive to play a few of the games that were in the dinner.
Note to future self: Bive is really good at air hockey. Guess when you’re a paranoid detective looking for danger around every corner, you’ve gotta be quick on your toes!
They had stayed there virtually all day! It was nearly dark when they had finished. As the two made their way back to the elevator, Split glanced down at her flea-ridden hairy friend, noticing her tired expression and feeling a side of self-pride rising in her chest.
Her plan had worked perfectly.
She was exhausted. Split wondered how she even managed at all, she looked as if she were about to fall over.
"Hey Bive..?"
"Mehm?"
"You alright?"
"Mhm…"
Split gave her a concerned smile. Maybe she should stay with her? Just to be safe of course.
"Uhh so… Would you mind if I stayed over tonight?"
"No."
Oh…! It was pretty straightforward. That’s pretty nice actually. They get to have a sleepover! Darn she’s gonna have to go back and get some clothes.. Oh well!
.
..
…
Eventually the two made it back to the funny maze, of course after visiting Split’s floor to allow her to get her sleepwear, Split having to guide Bive away from any walls to ensure she didn’t walk into them. As well as keep her away from Scary Mike and Fleshy. Scary Mike was, of course, Scary Mike; randomly appearing in hallways as its corrosive black oil (🇺🇸) dripped from the walls and evaporated once it disappeared. It even reached its hand from around corners trying to grab at one of them as if it intended to cause harm but would always evaporate into cloud of foul smelling smoke before it could.
Fleshy, however, wasn’t actually a problem. If anything it was more of a sweetheart, curiously watching and following the two while babbling random nonsense. It even went as far as the help guide Split to Bive’s corner of the maze whilst protecting the two from Scary Mike, hissing and growling at it every time it saw it until it saw the cloud of smoke.
In all honesty, as weird as her roommates, if you could even call them that, were, they seemed interesting and were decently enjoyable company. She might have to visit more often just so she can speak with the fleshcousin. Maybe even befriend it like she did the other! Who knew they were all such sweethearts?
Once they made it to Bive’s part of the maze, Fleshy gargled a difficult to understand farewell before leaving, disappearing around the corner as if seemingly purred. Fleshcousins are weird… yet cute in a silly way.
It was rather chaotic. Papers and empty styrofoam coffee cups littered the floor, causing the Fruit-taur to wonder if she ever cleaned. Well… Now that she thought about it, she never bathed. It made sense for her not to clean up. As they descended deeper she started to take notice of red string, old photographs, and even thumbtacks on the floor. If that wasn’t bad enough, there was writing on the walls made with white paint or lead.
They were either equations or some sort of question that related to one of her theories.
`2 + 2 IS 4 NO MATTER WHAT!`
`Clown military hiding inside cacti?`
`Snow soldiers collaborating with Gnarpians?`
`Government using sonic waves to make people hungry to buy more products from companies?!`
Okay Split could see that partially happening it wasn’t too unbelievable.
"Wow… You must be hard at work here huh?"
"Mhm.."
Split continued to look out for any stray thumbtacks before coming to a stop as two made it to her 'room'. It had the basic necessities as well as coffee maker, tiny mini fridge, and her famous corkboard.. And it was much larger than she expected. How much free time did she have? Uh… Oh well!
After getting dressed, she sat beside Bive, watching as the detective fought to stay awake before eventually succumbing to sleep.
Split watched as she fell still completely, the only indication of life being her side rising and falling.
It took her longer to fall asleep but her own thoughts kept her busy until she did. Why didn’t she sleep often? Is it insomnia? Or did she just not like sleeping? Why wouldn’t anyone like sleeping though? Did something happen that made her just stay awake?
For now, her questions could receive answers later as she slowly drifted off into her own peaceful slumber.
Perfect…
HI HI HI HOPE YOU ENJOYED. PART FOUR IS GONNA BE DEVASTATING RAHHHHH BATS EYELASHES MALICIOUSLY
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levi x reader
(if ur new here ur titan form is a wolf yup...ok...im not a good writer do not think this is a romantic chapter it is just filler )
“Just because you aren’t sitting on your throne doesn’t mean it doesn’t belong to you.”
WHAT THE FUCK! Was Erwin yapping about when he made you come see him. It seemed normal just the normal pushing around cause he wants to test your emotional control but what the hell was he meaning? You sighed leaving the building making your way back to training and you smiled “waiiit…basically I got dismissed cause Erwin wanted me.” You smirked headed towards the other side of the field where the water pump was taking a swig from it. “Y/n! Hello!” You heard a voice that you we’re starting to get involuntarily familiar with. You stood up straight with a groan “ugh…Eren.” He walked in your line of sight moving as you turn your head to avoid him “y/n we should spar! In our titan forms it could be good to develop our strength” you shook your head “too risky, people on the field.” You shrugged “well that’s no problem look over there! It’s enough grass for us both” he pleaded you just sighed “why should I?” You walked off towards the rest maybe they’d pick him off of you like the damn flea he was what was up with him? This weird big influence picture he made of you was so stupid. “You’re scared.” You heard him whisper “you think I’m gonna beat you!” Your eye twitched and you turned to look at him over your shoulder.
‘This kid.’
“What?” You growled “you heard me!” His eyes were unreadable “You trying to challenge me?” Your tongue ran over your teeth specifically your canines like snake fangs they seemed to get sharper..larger. “I’m not sure you’ll be much of a challenge” he laughed you pulled off your jacket throwing it far from you “listen I don’t appreciate your tone.” You cracked your knuckles “Then I guess you’re gonna put me in my place.” Eren laughed before the sound deafened and light blinded you “Hey! Asshole!! I said no titan!” You could sense Levi running over your way turning to look Erwin followed behind his eyes meeting yours.
‘Cocky asshole…wanna show off fine…let’s show off.’
You fell to the floor hands and knees feeling your jaw and body being stretched you felt the need to break out like an itch and before someone could stop you your face was deforming being stretched your eyes transformed to something doglike
‘I have no need to fight you…but now I have to punish you.’
Your mouth opened your snout emerged and some people backed up feeling sick it was a quick transformation but it seemed it was too hypnotic not to watch your body was now pieces lying around you the flesh of your face fell off revealing your form you started growing people backing up from you and Eren clearing the smoke steam coming from his mouth he screeched at you your doglike frame made you look smaller but at least your bark was enough to shake even the glasses miles away the ground seemed to rumble from your growls and the roar you let off made the observers cover their ears there eyes wide with terror. Eren lunged at you aiming for your neck but you stood making you bigger a very…very formidable foe your jaw opened wide tearing a piece of his shoulder from his body “No! Eren!” You heard Mikasa his little lap dog. Pushing Eren away from you tearing the muscle from him you threw the steaming flesh to god knows where you turned to Mikasa.
‘People like you…make me sick.’ Who was this? This isn’t you thinking. But it doesn’t matter you’ll shut her up. Your nose was inches away from her. Before you could even manage a powerful roar to send her back Levi stood in front of her making you bite your tongue his icy glare made you look at him you only whined quietly pushing your nose against his stomach softly “Stop this foolishness at once!” He glanced back at Eren “I didn’t give either of you an okay for this pissing match!” He looked between you both, but no use Eren had grabbed you and threw you to the ground his arm on your neck you kicked and panicked
I am so tired.
Of the loneliness
I am not a monster
I am not a monster
But I am so…hungry
You used your strength to get your feet under you standing before locking your jaw onto erens quickly ripping his jaw off crushing it slowly in between your own teeth. Eren fell to his knees. He was beaten. People stared at you with disgust and disapproval but nobody gets to insult you and get away with it. You turned towards Levi who didn’t even flinch when your head rested at his feet a soft apologetic whine rumbled your throat.
Levi shook his head and looked at Erwin who looked at you smiling.
You felt Levi’s glare “stop this. You won.” You whined closing your eyes feeling your shell slip off as you pulled yourself out your titan form nape and feeling the breeze on your hot skin you walked over to Levi who shook his head and went to go deal with Eren. You looked at Erwin “Looks like the queen is always stronger than the king hm? You’ve claimed your throne.” He chuckled slipping a chess piece into your hand and walking away towards Levi and Eren you looked down and seen the queen piece. You felt a little pride. Eren locked eyes with you while blocking out the bashing Levi was giving his ear. Eren looked at you with admiration. Not envy….
You yawned dressing yourself in more comfortable clothes heading to the mess hall and when you entered everyone went silent it took no less than a second for someone to call you over….GODDAMIT IT WAS FUCKING EREN!
(Idk I wanted to get the feeling of lore where y/n is a role model for eren in a way and just you being a lil simp for Levi)
#x female reader#fanfic#x reader#writing#fanfiction#levi ackerman#attack on titan#aot levi#levi x reader#levi aot
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chapter 32
evan 💔
"No, still not him. After all these months, you'd think you would stop asking by now." ahhh stop
i love barty
poor reggie ugh.
regulus journaling again
barty you whore (positive)
james!!!!
james leaving flowers for regulus im on my knees omg
mary mention ahhhh
i love effie and monty so much
flea
i love james and sirius friendship
“Regulus would fit here, with James, with this family. Regulus would fit so well that his absence is felt; James feels it, always.”
“After all this time, you'd think he'd be used to it by now.” WHY
sirius considering letting regulus just kill their dad 😭
i love that regulus always signs his notes with his initials
sirius missing the moon 💔
poor reggie ugh.
what is sirius yapping about
VOLDY?!
"How silly of me, sir, I never even thought of that," regulus put the attitude away 😭
"I'm his lover, not his keeper” REGULUS
i love how much they’re saying silly
wait im confused what’s happening
vanity 💔
who is this bingley
i love mary im glad we get to see her
“like its hollow”
vanity 💔
voldy quizzing james jokes on him no one knows reggie like james does
HE FELL OUT OF HIS SEAT 😭😭
“And how fucking awful is that? They never have the choice, do they? Everything between them is circumstantial, but maybe it's always going to be that way when they're never making choices for themselves. Maybe it's always going to be this way, period. Maybe this is all they get to have.” i’m devastated.
“"Thanks for making that sound like torture, Regulus. Really appreciate it,” poor james.
vanity 💔
🎶 i sit by myself talking to the moooooooooon trying to get to yooouuuuu 🎶
chapter 33
is voldy’s castle hogwarts
“Not when Regulus still talks to his dead best friend in his sleep most nights” evan 💔
pandora!!!! dorcas!!!! my loves
"Have you ever been afraid to look at someone, because you know you'll never want to look away as soon as you do?" JEGULUS JEGULUS JEGULUS
james and effie relationship ❤️🩹
regulus is so protective of james’ glasses
ugh i love effie and monty so much.
"I know James is pretty, but I need your focus, too." pandora you menace i love you
james is so funny
REGULUS IS LAUGHING!!!!! HUZZAH!!!!
"I've missed you." SCREAMING
blanket permission
why is this so sad
james ❤️🩹
figgins = haymitch
LYALL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
sirius i love you
remus baby pictures ahhh
lily and remu i love their friendship
wait is hope dead
REMUS KILLED PEOPLE?! i mean so did sirius and james and regulus.
sirius letting it slip to lyall that he and remus had sex 😭
“i’m in love with him” yes you are sirius. go get your man.
i love lyall in this
chapter 34
dorcas!!!!!
dorlene ❤️
“You’re capable of being gentle, Marlene.” ❤️🩹
they’re kissing this is so Just Friends of them
vanity 💔
james what are you doing.
“hallow is hollow” bars.
stop why is this sad im going to cry
"I want to love him right and I don't know if I'll ever be able to." ☹️
evan 💔
poor james.
i like emmeline
“He's not there. He's never there.” crying.
regulus is going to climb the tree?! okay i’m here for it i guess
ladder 😭😭
“if this kills me, I'm—well, maybe that's karma” regulus 😭
reggie ☹️
they’re sleeping together ❤️🩹
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Assigning GokuLuck dog breeds…
Shion is a borzoi 100%. Have you seen the fur??? Long and white and pretty !! Plus they’re pretty big dogs with long limbs
It would be a cop-out to say that Ryoga is a pitbull, and honestly I think a Rottweiler suits him better :)
Kenta… I want to say chihuahua just because I know it would piss him off <3 but I think he’d make a cute Pomeranian, too
As for Yuto… hmm. I guess it depends on which side you’re dealing with. Maybe a black lab? I think it’s the eyes 🤔
Anyways I’m too passionate about dogs and I love GokuLuck’s dog coding :D [thank you mod!! Hope you’re doing well) ❤️❤️❤️
Shion: “the resemblance IS clear…i'd like to think i'm the more refined one though…”
Ryoga: “ah. you have a point”
Kenta: “OI I’M NOT SOME TINY YAPPING FLEA THAT RUNS AROUND ALL DAY AND WHAT'S WITH THE FUCKING HEART, HAH?
Inukai: “Black lab? Ah, I've heard Labradors are a very friendly breed! Do we really have similar eyes…?”
[you're so valid for that omg their dog coding is so interesting to me too……..and yw! i hope you're doing well too <3]
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Estland - super gut! Tibla kaputt!
Preserving the glory of the fatherland
Fighting against the enemy:
Hearken, hearken,
Hearken, hearken!
If you believe in yourself
If you believe in yourself
In the opinions of the clever ones
In the opinions of the clever ones
In the shoulders of the strong ones
In the shoulders of the strong ones
In the might of the old ones
In the might of the old ones
In the agility of the young men
In the agility of the young men
In sisters, in brothers
In sisters, in brothers
But first and foremost in yourself
But first and foremost in yourself
Then you'll get a better life
Then you'll get a better life
If you believe in the tales of the wolf
If you believe in the tales of the wolf
Fear the yapping of the dogs
Fear the yapping of the dogs
Behear the curses of the Saxons
Behear the curses of the Saxons
The complaints of the esquires
The complaints of the esquires
The strikings of the self-seekers
The strikings of the self-seekers
The rebukes of the low ones
The rebukes of the low ones
The scoldings of the mindless ones
The scoldings of the mindless ones
Then you'll get nothing
Then you'll get nothing
If you descend to lies
If you descend to lies
Upside down into dreams
Upside down into dreams
Onto all fours under the commands
Onto all fours under the commands
Onto the belly under the ruble
Onto the belly under the ruble
Then you'll get fleas in the groin
Then you'll get fleas in the groin
Mange in the heart
Mange in the heart
Tapeworms in the head, bones in the belly
Tapeworms in the head, bones in the belly
Then you'll go to hell
Then you'll go to hell
If you believe in yourself
If you believe in yourself
Then you believe in the people
Then you believe in the people
In farms, in wisdom
In farms, in wisdom
In teachings, in rights
In teachings, in rights
In the birch forest near home
In the birch forest near home
In the swallow on the horizon
In the swallow on the horizon
Then you'll get a great spirit
Then you'll get a great spirit
Then you'll get a better life
Then you'll get a better life
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i didn’t rly sleep last night yap sesh below the cut
missed mayday festivities because i am debilitatingly socially anxious but then went camping for a friends bday and felt refreshed by being able to see soooo many stars and be outside…(and go on the most extreme hike of my life dude omfg)
while we were camping my digi cam fell out of my pocket when i laid on the ground to look at the sky and stars and it stormed that night and my camera got destroyed. hoping the sd card is salvageable..
creepy had hella ticks on him (including one thats head got stuck in his uhh..wiener lol) went to the vet got em removed in total there were 8 (!!) that we found. he has so much fur man idk there could be some more on him but at least they’d be dead atp because i ALSO finally got a flea tick preventative that he can take monthly. it’s been impossible to get a vet appointment anywhere, especially at the clinic i’ve been taking him to since he was a bb. praying he didn’t contract anything from the ticks…we’ll get a blood test sometime in september-december
bestie soup told me u could see the northern lights in the city last night + they sent me some pics but i pulled a leg muscle skating n it hurt too bad to waddle over to the overpass (plus there’s been several shootings in my neighborhood the past couple weeks outside my building so i don’t rly like going out at night rn anyway)
yesterday oomf texted the gc n said a friend of a friend asked him where to listen to my music online bc they loved my set :’)) the last time i played a show was the beginning of march!!!! that made me feel rly good so now i have more incentive to finally upload things to soundcloud again. might work on that later today…like. might,…finally post something
he said he sent them a link to my old bandcamp and i forgot i never deleted my music there i only scrubbed my sc so i went over n listened to what i posted. it was kinda cute. in 2020 i started using ableton for the first time consistently and actually tried to figure out how to make stuff w it so everything f from that time is like. ahh. i’d do that so different now!! but at the time i was so proud of myself and that makes me feel kinda fuzzy (in a good way) like noticeable artistic growth yanno? n also knowing that version of myself who was constantly suffering and seeking an End still felt excited abt what i was making. it’s cute. my old self is someone ive made peace w and hold close to my heart in the ‘it’s different now and it’s Awesome’ way like fuck yea lil buddy you got clean and made it out alive. that’s sick
some of my old music goes hard asf too tho. a lot of unreleased stuff on my google drive i dug thru after listening to my bandcamp i don’t even rly remember making but i was like :0 !!
i was up until 5:30am working on a flyer !! i wanna make more flyers!! i miss making flyers. i’m outta practice and using procreate bc i don’t have photoshop anymore so still a newbie on the program front but i think. i did a good job and it looks cool so that’s nice
i rly wanna skate but my leg hurts i feel like that spongebob guy
#my leg!!#sleepless brain foggy screwed up my med schedule this week ramblings#to the void#thx for listening
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Who hired a circus?!
So there's a call-out post about me, yay, I made it ig.
About both being a pro-shipper and being Israeli. I won't dignify y'all yapping about how I make pixels kiss, because I just returned from a flea market and have had my fill of screeching babies for the day.
But the Israeli part? Here's the short version.
NO MATTER HOW PROBLEMATIC a person's literal country of birth is, you are INSANE for judging that person for being born there, since there was no in-utero option for foetus-me to research my preferred country of birth and text my mother about it.
You are INSANE for judging me for not wanting my literal family, my friends, my 26 flings including Palestinians*, and everything I've come to call home, to burn. Like, imagine taking issue with that. Do you hear yourselves?
And you are flaming hypocrites for singling us out to hate for our country, when a bunch of you are Americans and people aren't hating on y'all for your government laying waste to Iraq, Afghanistan etc (also, did you read your country's origin story and when are you headed back to Europe?). I'm not judging Yemenites for hailing from a country whose babies are being starved by the Houthis and whose country decimated Jews. I'm not judging random Palestinians for Hamas murdering my aunt, an innocent old lady who never served, on October 7, fck you very much.
I am 100% judging you for the insanity of picking and choosing whose life & attachments are valid depending on what side of a fence they're on, since 2 million Israelis are Arabs aka Palestinians... who also get bombed by Hamas, Iran, and Lebanon, btw you absolute circus.
Judging anyone for (not hating) their origin, is insane and racist.
I'm very critical of a lot of what Israel does and I left for a reason, not to mention I never said a word of support for what's happening in Gaza (not that I hear y'all calling out Hamas who knew this would happen), but don't you dare judge me for not hating my home, especially if you're the descendant of Europeans and who pitched your tent on the mass graves of the true indigenous folks your ancestors butchered to make room for slave plantations. Oh, your ancestors did no such thing? Great, mine didn't either, they were refugees fleeing Islamic violence against Jews that started centuries before 1948, and who UNWILLINGLY returned to the Judea they retraced our personal lineage to, because of the exact social/political climate y'all are currently rebooting for Jews in diaspora.
Now go f* yourselves with a Sabra, and if you have to google what a Sabra is, you really don't get to speak on the issue.
PS Arabs are indigenous to the Arabian peninsula, Islam originates from today's Saudi Arabia, Jews from "Canaan". Temple of Solomon: Jerusalem, 957 BC. Al Aqsa Mosque: on said temple's ruins, 685 AD. Your "they were there first, you wretched colonizer" math ain't mathing.
Learn what you're disrupting universities about, well, at least until you break down because you saw a banana or weren't sent an ambulance to change tampons in. The people y'all march for have more dignity than that.
PS2 since y'all love to make this about race for obscure reasons, friendly reminder that the vast majority of Israelis is brown and optically indistinguishable from Arabs because we are, brace yourselves, not from Poland.
*those not radicalized by Hamas et al are not nearly as hysterical about Israel as you kids are, and that's funny actually; the ones I met cared way more about my Israeli tzitzim wrapped around their massive.... anyway, gotta go feed the chickens.
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*The flea continued yelping at the wasp, glancing at the bee but returning to glare at the wasp*
Chax smashed his way through the wall, ignoring the yapping flea.
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Hehe guess it just runs in the family, being an asshole. Is that where you've got all your big talk from? Your papa? You stupid purple bag of fleas. You're worth nothing more than a bug on a grumps foot to anyone but yourself. Hm.
-Cosmo.
"..."
[He stays silent, before slamming his fist into the desk, standing up.]
"I. Am NOTHING like him."
"HE was an abusive prick, I AM SIMPLY DOING MY JOB."
"HE DIDN'T HAVE TO HURT ME, OR MY MOTHER, OR ANYONE. THERE WAS NO REASON, NO PURPOSE."
"I HAVE A REASON FOR ALL I DO. ALL I'M DOING IS PROTECTING MY ORGANIZATION, MY MISSION."
"I AM DOING WHAT HE WOULD NEVER DO."
[He hisses through his teeth, choking back a sob.]
"YOU KNOW NOTHING. A-ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, SO SHUT YOUR YAP AND KEEP IT SHUT!!-"
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A review! A review!
Book Review 1: DogMan: Twenty Thousand Fleas Under the Sea
Yesterday, I bought T.T.F.U.t.S.
I was oh, so excited to read it. I hadn't been able to get my hands on it for awhile.
It was.
Mid.
I finished the book on my way to school, I think. I thought DogMan 11 was supposed to be a break-through.
But it wasn't. Anyways, enough yap. Here's the meat and potatoes of this post.
I have so many mixed emotions. For one, twenty thousand fleas under the sea is not was expected. I expected the to ACUTALLY be under the sea, but instead they were in piggy's sweat glands. Gross.
And for another one, it's chapter 7, 'Cat Cell Culture' and 'Wally's World'.
We, we acknowledge that petey is GOOD. He's BEEN GOOD for, oh I dunno? 5 maybe 6 years? Everybody KNOWS that he's good! Yet, we keep repeating the fact that he went to jail. Keyword: Went. The woman in 'Wally's World' refuses to help petey rebuild his lab because he is quote, 'A jail-bird'. It feels as if we keep repeating and repeating the same thing. Sigh.
Heck, in chapter 'Cat Cell Culture' the builders are making excuses because the don't want to help petey at all. All because he WAS in jail. Was.
Oh yeah, did if forget to mention in 'Wally's World' that the woman brought up that time petey stole all the toilets in Super Diaper Baby 2: Invasion of the Potty Snatchers? Now, time clearly passes SOMEHOW in DogMan. That book was released AGES ago, yet it still sits with them. I hate that the woman brought it up. Its like reopening a wound. And I know how petey felt.
But, I guess that's enough bad stuff.
We'll get to the desert of this review.
I DO like how now, the books aren't just focused on petey. I like how we finished it in Mother Hights. I was a bit worried before T.T.F.U.t.S. came out. I thought, "What if petey gets more backstory??" But we didn't get any. We only continued from his lab being destroyed in M.H., which is okay to me.
I do like the cover, spine, and back of the book. The cover almost feels like a stage light with the coloring. It's like Pilkey wanted this one to be special, because we'd been wait 2 whole year for this one. And I like that we still have the "Meet the Cast".
Oh yeah, I do enjoy that dogman is actually in this book. Mothering Heights was SEVERELY lacking him. And, I bought the book from Target, so I got some trading cards. That's very neat.
All in all? What do I rate it.
7/10.
It's not as magical as For Whom the Ball Rolls, or Mothering Heights, but its okay for the first of its kind in two years.
And, I have another thing to add on: The whole book felt like a bland Netflix kids episode. But It was enjoyable, I got a few laughs, I'll give it that.
That is all, goodbye!
-MassivePurple(4/17/23)
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