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allysunny · 2 months

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Hiii! Could you do 14+n with Bruce? 🤭 I know it takes a lot of effort to write but the fact that word count is a lot is not only bc he is bae (he’s the only man ever actually) but also bc YOU are suuuper talented. It’s insane. Anyway, than u in advance ❤️

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me” + Pregnancy + Bale!Bruce Wayne

Words: 4.1k words

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, a bit of crack (Bruce is so funny he could be a stand up comedian), Alfred is also hilarious, lots of protective Bruce and Alfred, it's just an overall very fluffy and sweet fic!! Not proofread though, so if I forgot anything, let me know!

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's another entry from my 200 Followers Event! This was so fun to write oh my god!!! I am a firm believer in the fact that Bruce Wayne would be an amazing partner, and a very fun person to be around. I truly think he'd have the most beautiful relationship with his partner, and I tried to convey it here!

So, I hope this was up to your expectations, and that you love it as much as I do!!!!

ᴬˡˢᵒ ᵒᵐᵍ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿˢ, ᴵ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵉʳˢ ʸᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵛᵉʳʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ, ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ!!! ᴰᵃᵐⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᴮᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ ˡᵒˡ

The first thing you thought as you walked down the stairs of Wayne Manor was “We should get an elevator”, followed by “I’m never walking down these godforsaken stairs again”.

You weren’t lazy, not quite.

It was just extremely hard doing so now that your stomach was as big as a basketball.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and leaned against the marble railing, sighing deeply.

“Look, I love you, I really do. You’re my little bundle of joy, and you’re not even here yet,” you mumbled, placing a small hand on your stomach to support it. “But you need to give your mommy a break, alright? I can barely walk, and your dad wants to put me in a wheelchair. And we’re stubborn, baby, we are. So, we gotta prove to him we’re still capable of doing things on your own. Thing you can do that?”

You were met with a weird sensation; one you’d felt countless times before. Your baby was kicking. You didn’t think that to be a coincidence – you liked to assume your child was replying to whatever you said. You spoke to him quite often, mumbling about your day, telling him about all the things you did at the Manor or whenever you were out and about. Bruce was pretty sure you were already the baby’s favourite since he seemed to calm his kicking fits pretty quickly whenever you spoke to him.

You smiled at your bump and caught your breath, making your way towards the living room.

Alfred was in the kitchen, brewing a small cup of tea. He placed it on top of a silver tray and came out of the room. Once he got a good look at you, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he hurried to place the tray down and rush to your side.

“Madam Wayne, what in the bloody hell are you doing?” he asked, taking your arm. Alfred, just like Bruce, had taken a liking to assuming you weren’t even capable of opening water bottles by yourself. “I thought I told you to let me know once you came downstairs.” His tone was stern, but you could tell apart the layers upon layers of care.

“Alfred, if I take you up on that offer every time you make it, I’ll become spoiled. That’s not a message I want to pass on to my son,” you replied with a soft chuckle.

Alfred led you to the couch, where you sat down and groaned in relief. You were about 8 months pregnant, and absolutely huge, and everything felt terrible and uncomfortable. Bruce doted on you immensely, but you just wanted it to be over, wanted to get this baby out of you and into your arms.

“Your son is the heir to the Wayne name, Madam. I believe he will grow spoiled whether you like it or not.”

“Bruce will not be spoiling our child, Alfred,” you scoffed, “You know I won’t let him.”

“No one said anything about Master Wayne.” Was his reply, paired up with a cheeky grin.

You chuckled and tried leaning over to fetch the cup of tea Alfred had prepared. He of course did not let you, grabbing it before you had a chance to. He handed it to you with a soft “Here you go” and a cheeky smile.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, it was like Bruce and Alfred alike had made some sort of devilish deal to take upon themselves every burden and chore of yours. You were no longer allowed to do laundry, help Alfred with the dishes, tend to the garden, you weren’t even allowed to cook dinner for your husband anymore.

Instead, you were told to rest and not worry yourself and not tire yourself out.

It was annoying when Bruce did it, although you knew he had the best intentions at heart, but it was even worse when Alfred did it. Alfred, of all people. Your partner in crime, your close friend, the one who teamed up with you against Bruce, the one who made sure to always keep you in the loop of whatever was going on, the one person you knew you could trust in a sea of snobs and fake smiles (aside from Bruce, of course).

You often joked he’d betrayed you, no longer joining you to prank Bruce or get him to leave his office or his cave. No, now, it was the other way around, and you felt like you’d been stabbed in the back.

“One day you’re going to wake up, and I’m going to be shopping all by myself, far away from the both of you,” you sighed and sipped from your tea. It was your favourite and tasted as lovely as always – Alfred was almost like a magician.

“And risk giving Master Wayne a heart attack? What a loving wife you are.” Alfred replied smugly. “I guess true love really does manifest in the strangest of ways.”

“You’re a viper, Alfred,” you sighed. “A vicious, sneaky little viper.”

“Happy to be of service, Madam.”

You groaned.

That’s another thing you’d lost after the pregnancy – the privilege of having Alfred calling you by your actual name as opposed to any fancy titles. It had taken him a few years and a lot of begging from you; you were far too tired of “Mrs. Wayne” and you considered him more than a butler, but rather a friend, so why couldn’t he just address you by your name? And you’d managed to do it. Little by little, Alfred was calling you by your name, ditching the titles.

That was, until you said you were pregnant.

Now, not only you were back to titles, but you were also Madam.

When you’d asked Alfred why the sudden change, he said, “Not only you are Mrs. Wayne, but you are also carrying on the legacy of this family. You are Master Wayne’s wife, and now the mother of his children. It would be informal to refer to you as anything less than that.”

Safe to say, you were screwed.

You loved your guys, you did. Alfred played a huge role in your life, being friend and confidante and a father figure all at once. And Bruce was the love of your life.

But sometimes, all you wanted to do was strangle both to death.

“If you need anything, Madam, just call.” Alfred said before standing up.

“You know I won’t.”

“I know bloody hell you won’t, but I’ll be here nonetheless.”

You smiled and grabbed the book that was by your side, deciding on some light reading. The sun was shining brightly and casting a warm glow over the vast living room of Wayne Manor. You smiled at the sight. You loved peaceful afternoons like this, where the sun warmed your face and tickled your feet, and you could relax for a bit.

Today though, you were simply trying to pass time until Bruce arrived.

He was taking you out for a stroll in the park later, something you’d been begging for a while now, and you couldn’t wait.

It’s not like he kept you locked up inside the Manor – not at all. You were not a prisoner he held captive. He was just protective. Bruce had lost so much in his life; now that he had you and you were giving him a child, he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you weren’t taken from him as well. He did not forbid you to go outside or carry on with your usual life – he was simply careful. Ever since you started showing, Alfred was to accompany you anywhere you needed to go, along with a bodyguard Bruce had hired just for you.

Bruce knew how cruel Gotham could be, and how vicious journalists and paparazzi could act just for a scoop, so he made sure to try and keep you safe, even if he wasn’t there to do it himself. And you had to admit, he’d been right. More than once had paparazzi tried to get pictures of your baby bump, or tried to interview you while you ran errands or shopped. It was draining, and you partly understood Bruce’s paranoia with your safety.

When you hit the 7-month mark and your belly had considerably grown in size, he was more alert than ever. You couldn’t leave the house without being accompanied, and if you wanted to go out at night, you had to let him know where and with who in advance. Not to control your every move (well, kind of to control your every move), but just to keep you safe, should he be out as Batman and couldn’t go out with you. And how could you not understand where he came from? Everyone knows poor Bruce Wayne’s story. Losing both his parents at a young age, being away from his own city for so long, leading an extremely lonely life all these years. He was not going to lose the one person that had brought him so much joy and hope for the future.

At first it had annoyed you a bit. “I’m pregnant, Bruce. I can still do things,” you had told him.

But one night, you caught him in your bedroom, shaking and crying. Earlier, you’d been intercepted by a few journalists – fanatics, more accurately – who’d cornered you against a wall and bombarded you with questions, even going as far as touching you, pushing you and pulling you so you’d be near their microphones and answer their questions. Bruce had been fetching your drink from a coffee chop nearby, while you waited for him outside (the line was long and it was bustling with activity, and Bruce did not want you near all the confusion), and he’d only caught sight of you when he came out, drinks in hand, and spotted your teary eyed expression, trying to get away from the reporters. The drinks were forgotten and spilled all over the sidewalk once they hit the floor, and Bruce was by your side in a flash, yelling at them and threatening them repeatedly. You were quick to hold onto him, terrified, and he wrapped his arm around you protectively, a cruel expression on his face.

And later when you got home, you’d caught him crying. You’d walked up to him and asked if everything was alright, and he had begged for your forgiveness. He kept mumbling about what could’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten there on time, about how terrible of a husband he was, leaving you all alone on the street, and about how you didn’t deserve him.

You’d sighed and pulled him up to kiss his lips softly.

“You’re an amazing husband,” you’d whispered in the quietness of your bedroom. “The best I could have ever asked for. And you have nothing to apologize for. It’s fine. We’re fine. Please don’t beat yourself up over it, I beg of you.”

Bruce had taken your face in his hands and kissed you, promising without words to do better, to be better. You kissed him back, assuring him no promises were needed.

The following morning, every news channel was flooded with reports of numerous journalists being fired due to the harassment of Bruce Wayne’s pregnant wife.

You’d looked at Bruce over your coffee, and he’d smugly ignored you.

Bruce had taken the news of your pregnancy extremely well. Of course he’d moped and worried for a while, commenting on how he had a duty as Batman, but also as your husband, nearly trying to figure out a way to split himself into two jus so he was able to take care of both, but a serious talk with Alfred (which you overheard partially by accident) sent him on the right track.

From that moment onward, Batman wasn’t in the picture as much. He did not give the mask up altogether – Bruce wasn’t going to stop trying his best for the city, and he had to make sure the tabloids did not put one and one together (even though no one in the public eye would ever guess the Bruce Wayne to be the Dark Knight) – but his mind was always on you.

And perhaps it was a good thing because Gotham seemed to be flourishing. Crime rates had gone down, and people walked a bit more safely at night. It was a breath of fresh air, knowing that Gotham could be transformed like that. Besides, Bruce did not want to worry you. Worry and stress were terrible for the baby, so he promised he’d do his best to give you none.

So far, it had worked, and your relationship had never been better.

Speaking of the devil, Bruce walked inside the living room, loosening the knot on his tie. His face looked tired, and sported a frown, something that you picked up on almost immediately.

“Good afternoon, handsome.” You smiled at him, and could see the way his shoulders visibly relaxed, how his feet moved towards you like second nature, the way his frown was quickly replaced by a smile.

“Good afternoon, beautiful.” Bruce sat by your feet and took your hands in his, as he usually did. He bent over to kiss you tenderly and place a quick peck on top of your belly before asking, “How’s our little peanut doing?” He rubbed soothing circles on your skin, and you melted into his touch, as you often did.

“Very active, as always. Hasn’t stopped kicking and won’t let me walk two steps without expressing its discontentment.” You huffed, before realising the words that had just left your lips. “But I’m fine,” you were quick to add, “Extremely fine, and we can totally still go for a walk in the park. It’s fine. I’m fine. Honest.”

Bruce eyed you curiously, and you recognised in his eyes the look he always gave you when he was trying to read you. Right now, you assumed he was trying to figure out whether you meant it or not.

“I swear. I’m fine. He’s just active. Come on, help me up. Let’s go.”

“Darling, are you sure?” he asked, lovely brown eyes filled with so much concern it made your stomach churn a bit. You hated seeing him like this. You knew it wasn’t your fault though – neither was it his. He was just a good husband. “If you’re tired, we can stay in. Watch a movie, order some takeout maybe – “

“Bruce, I promise,” you repeated, cupping his jaw. “He’s just active. Takes after his father.”

“Whoever that may be,” he joked, earning a chuckle from you.

“Now, help me up. I’m huge and want to go for a stroll with my husband.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Bruce helped you stand up and wrapped his arms around you. He brought you close and kissed you properly this time, lips trailing over yours as his tongue explored your mouth. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks and you smiled into the kiss, sighing in delight.

“Are you trying to distract me, Mr. Wayne?” you asked, peeking through your lashes.

“Maybe. Is it working?” he replied.

“Maybe. But not entirely. Come on. The weather is really nice today, and I really don’t wanna miss it. I’m going to get extremely upset with you if you kiss me out of going for a stroll. And you won’t like me when you’re mad.”

“I already don’t,” Bruce gave you one last peck and took you by the hand, leading you to the garage.

Bruce had to admit, the weather was nice.

The sun was shining, but it wasn’t too hot to scald either of you. Birds were singing (something he had never heard before in Gotham), and flowers were in bloom. It was the perfect afternoon, and he was extremely glad he’d taken it off to be with you.

Speaking of you, you sat next to him, eating strawberries, and admiring the view in front of you. You loved this park – it was where you’d first met Bruce – and came here often, relishing in the pretty scenery and the calmness of it all. Gotham could be bustling with energy and light and noise, and while you’d come to grow fond of it (after all, it was home), you also appreciated those moments of quiet you managed to steal whenever you could.

“What about Benjamin?” you asked, turning to him. You were as radiant as ever, the light of the sun bathing your face in an ethereal glow. Bruce was sure that if angels existed, this is what they would look like. He caught sight of some strawberry juice dripping down your chin and collected it his finger, taking it to his mouth afterwards to lick it clean.

You wrinkled your nose.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Oh now, is it?” Bruce asked, feigning innocence. “Because I’m pretty sure last night, you asked me to – “

“What about Benjamin?” you repeated. Only this time, slightly louder, and with heat spreading across your cheeks.

Bruce chuckled and moved closer to you so he could steal a kiss. You tasted like strawberries and love, and he wanted to freeze this moment forever.

“Benjamin.” He repeated once he pulled away for breath, lips inches away from yours.

“It’s sweet. We could call him Ben.” You said with a soft smile.

“Benjamin when we’re angry.”

“Bruce!”

“You’re going to have my child; do you seriously expect him to be an angel?” He asked with a quirked brow.

“Ah, so now it’s your child.”

“It’ll be yours every time he gets in trouble.”

“With a father like you, I wonder if there’s ever going to be a time where he doesn’t.”

The two of you laughed and Bruce swore his heart was going to burst from all the love he felt. For a long time, he’d led a mostly lonely life, going to parties, and pretending to be a womanizer, a new model or actress on his arm whenever his photo was taken. It was sad, but necessary if he wanted to keep his Batman persona a secret. Only Alfred was allowed in, seeing as Bruce had no living relatives or any close family. He had Rachel, of course, but they didn’t speak as much as they used to, seeing as she was now engaged to Harvey Dent.

And then you came along.

And his lonely, monochrome life was turned upside down and splashed with colour.

Events and galas were now much more enjoyable because he had you by his side to talk to, kiss whenever no one was looking and make fun of all the high society extravagances he did not associate himself with. No longer did he wake up to silky white empty sheets, but a lovely woman who snuggled close and kissed his jaw and made him giggle and laugh and feel loved. So very loved.

“Anyway, I’m not sure I like Benjamin,” he said, tugging a lock of hair behind your ear and taking the opportunity to run his fingers through your radiant face. Up close, he could see the details of your face, the way your lashes framed your pretty eyes, how they sparkled in the sun. You were the loveliest woman he had ever laid eyes upon. “Any other ideas?”

“Theodore? We can call him Theo.”

“Theodore?”

“Nathaniel. Nathan.”

“I am going to divorce you.”

“All it took was bad baby names? Crap, I would’ve done this way sooner if I knew that’s how I got to get rid of you.”

He snorted and stole another kiss, cupping your cheek with his palm. You were man and wife, but most importantly you were friends. You were his best friend, his greatest confidante and partner in crime. There was no awkwardness between the two of you, never had been beside that small nervous feeling on your tummy during the first few dates. After that, you both became inseparable, and all nervousness was out the window. That’s why you could joke around so much – you trusted each other.

But of course, these were all jokes. Bruce worshiped the ground you walked on, and you loved him more than your own life. No matter how many jokes you cracked about situations like this, you were deeply in love with each other. At first, Bruce was a bit unsure about the jokes. He was afraid that deep down, you would mean any of the things you told him. But after a lot of reassuring, he realised it was simply your friendship blossoming even more. You were still friends. Only now, you were married.

After a while of kissing and stealing a taste of the strawberries you’d been eating earlier, he pulled away and smiled.

“Actually…” you started, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Scary stuff.”

You chuckled.

“About a name.”

“Doesn’t make it less scary.”

You pushed him jokingly and he kissed you once more, swiping his tongue over your lower lip and earning a sigh from you.

“I wanted to run it through you first.”

“Alright, hit me with your best shot.”

You took a deep breath and nodded once, before turning to face him again.

“Thomas.”

It took a while for Bruce to react. Thomas. You were thinking about naming your son Thomas. Like his father. He felt a flurry of emotions surge within him. First, he felt melancholy at the reminder that his father wouldn’t be here to watch his grandson grow. Nor would his mother. After that, he felt hurt. His son would grow up without a regular family. And then, all of the pleasant and positive emotions settled into his chest and he found himself smiling. He felt gratitude for you. He was so grateful to have you by his side. And then he felt happiness. Pure, sheer, raw happiness. He was so happy to be your husband. So lucky. So grateful.

“Thomas.” He repeated.

“Thomas. Tom.”

“Tommy.”

“Little Tommy Wayne.”

“Thomas Wayne.”

“Junior.”

“Junior?”

“Yeah, I mean,” you gesticulated, “After your father. Junior. Is that not how it works?”

“I think I would have to be Thomas in order for our son to be Junior.”

“Really? I thought you just added that to whoever. Thomas the second, then.”

“We’re not naming our son Thomas the second.” Bruce scoffed.

“Technically, he’ll be Thomas the second, you know.”

Bruce laughed again, and you smiled. How you loved seeing your husband smile. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Bruce was a beautiful person. Not just a beautiful man. A beautiful person. He was kind and caring, and extremely funny, and even though no one else in Gotham knew, he risked himself nearly every night to keep Gotham City safe. He was perfect. And all you ever wanted was for him to be happy.

The day you told him you were pregnant, you were sure your heart was going to burst with joy at the sight of him. He hugged you tightly, kissed your breath away, opened the windows and screamed out loud that he was going to be a father, wept a little, kneeled in front of you and kissed your stomach – the whole shebang.

And it almost made you weep with joy, because if your beloved husband was happy, what else could you possibly want?

“I love it,” he murmured, and you could spot the vulnerability in his gaze. It made you melt. It made you feel special, because you knew you were one of the only two people who Bruce allowed himself to be vulnerable with. Made you love and treasure everything you’d built together even more. “Thank you. I think it’s beautiful. Thank you so much. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Have I ever told you this?”

“You have. Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it, though,” you smiled and sat up straighter so you could take his jaw in your hand. He turned his face and softly kissed your palm, which sent butterflies flying in your stomach – or perhaps that’s just your son. “I love you too, Bruce. So much. And I love our little family. Even if we haven’t gotten to meet our little Tommy yet.”

“I love our family too,” Bruce replied, before stealing another kiss. “And I’m sure we’ll be immensely happy. I already am.”

“Me too.” Another one.

The two of you remained like that for a while, talking, smiling, giggling, and stealing strawberry kisses from each other (not that you needed to steal – you could take anything from Bruce, and he wouldn’t mind) and watching as the sun slowly set, bathing Gotham in soft twilight.

And you knew, as the breeze blew, and you sat next to the man you loved, that the world could throw just about anything your way. Unknowingly to you, he was thinking the exact same thing. And as you looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, you knew. You knew that as long as you were together, you would be fine.

A/N: And that's it! I know the ending is super cheesy, but I just love happy and cheesy endings... They make me all warm and fuzzy inside, and Bruce definitely deserves one!!!

Alright!!! I'll see you guys on my next drabble!!!

I hope you have a wonderful day ahead!!! <3

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 4 months

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We don't have to wait

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Wanda doesn't like to leave you alone for long. But sometimes she has to. That however doesn't mean, that you can't have fun together.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, guided masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, dirty talk, Mommy kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader This is the guided masturbation fic. In the end I don't think it turned out the way I hoped it would, so let me know what you guys think.

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She doesn’t like to leave you alone. Especially for long. She misses you terribly and her heart always aches for you, but sometimes it’s inevitable. She has you under a strict no touch rule, selfishly wanting all your pleasure for herself, but she knows that she hardly has to remind you. You’d been with her long enough not to want to touch without her anyway. Mommy felt much better. You knew that well enough not to even try. You didn’t want to disappoint her, that’s true, but more importantly, you didn’t want to spoil the magical feeling of pleasure that she always brought. Wanda was always elated to come home to you, all needy and starved out for her touch and she always made it up to you. That was your deal. And usually you were happy to wait, but this new mission of hers stretched longer than expected and the throbbing between your legs got harder to ignore, making you almost desperate enough to break your resolve and her rule. You were lying in bed, lost in such thoughts, fighting an internal battle, when your phone suddenly vibrated and you saw an incoming video call from Wanda. You picked up immediately, happy to see her face and to have a distraction. As soon as you saw her face, you smiled, propping yourself up on the headboard.

“Hi, baby!” She greeted you warmly from the bed in her room. “How are you doing sweetheart?” “Hi, Wanda!” You let your smile widen. God, you loved this woman. “I’m good. Missing you terribly though.” “I know, honey, I miss you too! I’ll be just a few more days, but I promise to be back with you as soon as I can.” She assured you. “I really hope so.” You admitted, omitting to tell her how empty the house felt without her. You never wanted to make her feel bad for leaving. “I know I haven’t called as much either this time, but I just got back to the safehouse and showered.” She said, tilting her phone down to show you the towel still wrapped around her. “I can see that.” You smirked, letting your eyes linger at the tops of her breasts and her strong arms. “Please tell me you’re being safe.” You added, spotting a nasty bruise near her left bicep. “I am. Don’t worry, love. I made you a promise to always come back to you and I intend to keep it.” She said, her voice warm, but serious. “You better!” You said with a note of challenge. “Unless you’re tired of all this?” You added, pointing the camera at your naked body under the sheets. “Never.” Wanda smiled, biting her lower lip subconsciously at the sight of you in that bed, naked and just waiting to be ravished. “Good.” You smiled, dragging the camera back to your face and ready to move on to lighter topics, but Wanda would have none of that. “Oh no, honey, put that camera somewhere I can see you.” She said, her voice getting lower and more seductive. “I’ve missed that gorgeous body of yours.” “Really, Mommy?” You teased, purposefully delaying. “Yes. I missed my baby girl so much.” She assured you. “And I don’t like to be made to wait.” She added, impatiently raising an eyebrow at you. Smirking, you obliged, settling your phone on the nightstand beside you and moving, so you’d be in the center of the bed, pristine white sheets outlying your body’s curves in a teasing way. “Like this?” You asked, eyes glinting. “No, not like that.” Wanda shook her head knowingly. “You know what I want to see.” “Whatever could you mean?” You asked, a finger resting on your chin as you pretended to think. “Sheets off, baby. Show me that sexy little body of yours.” Wanda spoke more sternly, unappreciative of being teased, especially when she could do so little about it. “Now.” She added when you took your sweet time. Of course, you were merely playing with her, eventually following her instructions and pulling the sheets off of your body, so you could be left on display for her. You were lying on your tummy, the camera capturing you perfectly. Your head propped up on your arms, the outline of your breast visible from the side, shoulders up and your spine curving at your lower back. The swell of your ass looked delicious from this position too and Wanda couldn’t help but imagine how good she could fuck you like that. Her body on top of yours, her strap buried deep inside you, one of her hands wrapped around your neck and keeping your head up so she could litter your neck with small bites and kisses, while her other hand sneaked underneath you, skilled fingers rubbing circles on your clit. She’d make you cum so good like that.

“So beautiful.” She mused, smiling. You were a work of art. And all hers to admire. No one else was going to lay eyes on your beauty ever again if she had any say in it. You’d be forever hers. “Tell me, baby, have you been good while Mommy is away?” She asked softly. She knew it’s been a while. So long, that she would hardly hold it against you, if you touched. “I have.” You nod, your cheeks growing pink at her question. “But it’s been hard.” “Yeah?” Wanda asked, cocking her head to the side at your confession. “Have you been reading naughty things again?” “Maybe.” You giggled a little. God, she knew you so well. “Hmmm… Must have got you all needy, reading those stories again, when Mommy isn’t home to help you feel better. Is that what happened, baby? Are you feeling all hot and bothered now?” She asked softly, her voice dripping with innuendo. “Yes, Mommy.” You nodded, your body relaxing more on the bed at her words. She always knew how to soothe you. “What if Mommy said she could help you out, honey? Would you like that?” She continued, soft words making their way into your head, making you feel light, chasing away the swirling thoughts. “Mhm.” You nodded again, smiling, eager for that familiar feeling only she could bring. “Yes, Mommy. Would you help me?” “Such a good, polite girl.” Wanda praised. You were giving in so easily. So pliable for her right from the start. You must have really needed it. “If you want Mommy to help, you’ll have to promise to do as you’re told, my little darling. Do you think you can do that?” “I can do that.” You nodded eagerly, happy to agree to just about anything if it meant Wanda would let you feel good again. “All right then.” Wanda smiled victoriously. “Get nice and comfy and listen to Mommy’s voice.” Wanda instructed. “You can close your eyes if it’s going to be easier, or you can keep looking at Mommy.” She told you calmly, watching you sink deeper into the mattress, but your eyes stayed on her. “Very good, my darling.” She smiled. “So eager. I bet you don’t even need any foreplay. That pretty pussy of yours is already nice and wet, isn’t it?” “Yes, Mommy.” You breathed out, your hips rolling against the mattress. “Good. Then I want you to take your hand and touch your cute little clit. Just one finger.” She told you, her eyes unblinking as she followed your movements. Your hips rose, making room for the hand that sneaked under you and between your legs, the new position accentuating your curves even more. “Do it slowly, baby.” Wanda instructed. “Nice, gentle circles, just the way Mommy does it.” She explained. “Imagine that you’re lying down and you have Mommy between your legs, drawing small circles with her tongue. Slow and steady. Make it last.” She told you.

She knew you were needy, that you’ll come so quickly if she didn’t slow you down a little. And she was just starting to enjoy the show. She didn’t want it ending before it began. “That’s right, honey.” She encouraged, watching your hips rut against your hand, your breathing shallow, interrupted by small moans and sighs that left your lips. “Such a good girl.” She mused. “Tell me, baby, do you like that position? Does it feel good?” “Yes, Mommy, so good. Love being like this for you.” “Yeah?” Your girlfriend asked, smirking. “How about you give me a better view.” She suggested. You did as you were told, eagerly turning your back to the camera, your ass in the air, legs spread wide, the camera capturing your glistening folds perfectly, while your head was buried in the crumpled sheets. Your hand hovered close, just waiting for her permission to start touching again. “Mommy, please.” You wiggled your ass a little, hoping to entice the woman. “Look at that pussy! It’s just begging to be filled up. Begging for my cock… You must need it so bad right now.” She commented, as she watched the glistening wetness accumulate even more and your hand sneaked even closer to where you needed to touch so desperately. “Go ahead, honey. You can play with it for me. Just one finger. I wanna see it slide inside. Nice and slow. Just the tip dipping inside.” She instructed, drinking in your little frustrated whines and moans. “Yes, just like that. Tease that cute, little pussy. Maybe if it leaks enough, Mommy will give you more. What do you think? Do you deserve more?” You could barely respond, thoughts focused on doing what you’re told, scared that Wanda will take it away, should you misbehave. And it was so easy to just give in to your desire. The tip of your finger did very little, besides tease you and you needed so much more. “Please.” You whined, when her voice disappeared. “Aww, my poor girl. Is your brain getting fuzzy already?” She asked with fake pity in her voice. “But we’ve barely started, sweetheart.” Wanda pointed out. “Please.” You breathed out again, a sigh and a plea for more, that Wanda couldn’t resist. “Well, since you’re putting on a show for me… You can have that finger all the way inside, baby.” Wanda agreed, watching with a glint in her eyes, as you immediately did as you’re told, sinking a single finger as deep inside you as it could go.

You tried to keep your pace steady, but your hips had minds of their own, grinding down against the palm of your hand, trying to get some needed stimulation on your clit as well. Wanda let you have that moment for a little longer, knowing it will get you that much closer to your orgasm, using this time to leave her phone on her nightstand and start touching herself to the gorgeous image of your ass in the air and your pussy grinding against your hand. She could picture countless nights, when she had you just like this, strap buried inside you, as she made you fall apart for her. One in particular stood out, the two of you coming home from a road trip and running so late, ending up alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no one to see the way she pulled the car over, hurriedly pulling your clothes off of your body, so she could bend you over the back seats, your ass hanging out of the car, as she fucked into you from behind with one of the bigger straps you owned, the full moon shining above you as she made you cum. She’d emptied the toy’s reservoir of fake cum across your ass, fucking some of it into your pussy, before she put you on your knees, making you eat her pussy right there, on the side of the road, where anyone that passed could have seen you. Not that you cared much at the time. God, she really needed to be back home with you right now. “Such a good girl.” She sighed, forcing her attention back to the present. “I think you deserve two fingers, don’t you?” She asked, her fingers working faster between her own legs. “Yes, please.” You nodded, even though she probably couldn’t see. “Do it, baby. Do it for Mommy.” Wanda encouraged, letting a moan slip from her lips. The sound was like music to your ears, the knowledge that she was getting off to the sight of you fucking yourself spurring you on even more.

You wanted to give her a good show, so you used your ring and middle finger to play with your wetness, dipping your fingers in and pulling them out, a string of your slick clinging to your messy fingers, before you used them to fuck yourself, hips moving back and forth. Your moans were obscene, breathy, while you pictured Wanda fucking you like this. She had, many times before, but one stood out. In a messy hotel room, with your bottoms pulled to the side, while she fucked you with her fingers, her body on top of yours, holding you down and keeping you pinned as she took what she wanted. She had gotten jealous from some girls near the pool, but you were quick to remedy that. “You feel that pussy Mommy?” You’d moaned, her fingers curling within you. “It’s yours.” You gasped. “That’s your pussy. No else will ever have it. Just you.” Wanda had only fucked you harder, a possessive growl escaping her, even through her clenched teeth. She made you say it over and over again, elated. She made you chant it, while she coaxed orgasm after orgasm from your body, until you were too spent to even move. “You see how wet I am for you, Mommy?” You said now, remembering how much it affected her. “Only you can make me this wet.” You told her honestly. “That pussy has been missing you so much. Waiting for you to come back.” You said, pulling out your fingers to show her your glistening folds better. “I’ve been dripping for you, Mommy.” Wanda’s surprised moan and the sound of her movements speeding up made you smirk, your face hidden in the mattress. She certainly wasn’t expecting you to dirty talk to her like that, but she wasn’t going to complain.

“Yeah, baby? That pussy misses me? It needs Mommy?” She asked, trying to steady herself. She had almost lost control and made herself cum too soon at your words. “Yes! I need you.” You responded instantly, pulling your fingers out of your pussy and settling at the edge of the bed, facing her fully, legs spreading wide open, so Wanda could see you, while you used those same fingers to play with your clit, smearing your juices. “Oh, that’s a good view! I like that. I want you to stay just like that, so I can see that desperate pussy.” She finished with a moan, smirking when your movements stuttered, as soon as you saw her naked form on your screen. “That’s right, play with your clit and watch Mommy fuck herself.” She encouraged breathlessly. “I bet you wish it was your pretty mouth making me feel this good right now. Don’t you, baby? Don’t you wish you could taste me right now?” “Yes, I want to taste you so badly!” You nodded, fingers speeding up to match her pace. “Don’t you worry, you will. Mommy will ride your pretty face as soon as I get back.” She promises through laboured breaths. “I won’t stop until your cute face is covered with my juices.” She pants, her movements speeding up. “Thank you, Mommy.” You say the words on instinct, but it drives Wanda crazy. She loves it when you thank her for being good to you. She loves it even more when you thank her for being cruel. She loves making you thank her for every edge she gives you, or for the spankings she sometimes delivers, for denying you, or for the post-orgasmic torture she likes to sometimes put you through. God, how she loves it when you thank her for being mean. “Say that again.” She demands, her eyes refusing to even blink. “Say that again and use your other hand to fuck yourself. Nice and deep, just the way Mommy does it.” She instructs, spreading her legs even wider, so you can see just what you do to her when you’re good. And you want to keep being good for her, you want to keep making her this horny and this wet, you want to watch her fall apart, knowing that you caused it, so your free hand joins the other, fingers coating with your slick, before they plunge inside you, sinking in up to their knuckles and curl. It pulls out a desperate moan from your throat and you try to keep eye contact with Wanda.

“Thank you, Mommy.” You say again. “Thank you for letting me touch your pussy like this. Thank you for letting me feel good. Thank you for making me feel so full.” You say softly, loving the smirk on Wanda’s face when you emphasise that what you’re touching is her pussy. It may be between your legs, but it belongs to her. That’s what she always says. A lesson she’s happy you’ve finally learned. “That’s right, baby. Good girl.” Wanda praises. “Now, is that how Mommy would fuck your pussy? Because I remember telling you that I want you to do it the way I would.” She reminds. She feels so close and she wants you to come together and she knows that what you’re doing wouldn’t be nearly enough. She trained your body to respond to her touch, to be so in tune with what she does, that nothing else will ever feel as good. You scramble to do as you’re told, your movements speeding up, the muscles in your arm starting to strain from the exertion, but your body responds. Your pussy clenches, the familiar rhythm awakening something within you, a kind of euphoria that only Wanda could ever bring you and in this moment you know for sure that she has ruined you for anyone else. “Oh my God, Mommy!” You almost scream, head falling back in pleasure for a moment, before you straighten your position again, desperate to see her. “I’m so close. I’m going to come, Mommy. May I please come?” You beg earnestly. “Yes, baby, go ahead and make a mess for me.” She nods encouragingly, her movements growing more erratic as she nears the edge. In the end it’s the way you scream out her name that sends Wanda over the edge, her legs shaking with the force of her orgasm, while she watches you fall apart. You’re such a work of art, your fingers burying themselves as deep as they could go, while you circled your clit, your movements slowing down to help you ride the waves of pleasure for longer. You chant her name, eyes fixated on your screen, needing to have some connection to Wanda. Eventually you both calm down, breathing evening out. You pull your fingers from your pussy, careful with how sensitive you felt and you inspected them briefly, before you got interrupted by Wanda’s voice on the other end.

“Show me, baby. Show Mommy how wet she made you.” She demands, staring at her screen as you bring your fingers closer to the camera, your juices glistening. “Very good, baby. You’re such a good girl. Now clean them up for me.” Wanda instructs, sitting back, so she could watch. You do as you’re told, lips parting and taking your fingers to the knuckles, cleaning them with your tongue, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked. You looked almost obscene, doing this for her, letting out a pornographic moan at your own taste. But then again, that’s exactly how she liked you. “Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” She asks lazily, once you’re done. “Do you taste good?” “I did.” You nod, following her lead and lying down. “And yes, I do Mommy, I taste so fucking good. You should come check for yourself. Although I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” “Neither would I, love, although I prefer the real thing.” Wanda agrees. “So do I, trust me.” “We should go clean up.” Wanda says after a moment of silence. “I’m too tired.” You protest with a whine. “Can’t we just stay in bed?” You ask, allowing some of your vulnerability to creep in. “Yes, baby, we can stay in bed.” Wanda agrees easily. “I’ll even stay on the phone. We can fall asleep together.” She offers softly. “I would love that.” You smile, pulling the covers closer to yourself and looking at Wanda’s features through your screen. “Sleep now, my love.” Wanda whispers as she sees you start to drift. “Mommy will be back soon.” She promises with a smile, allowing sleep to claim her too. ________________________________________________________ Marry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little fic.

#lesbian #writing #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff fanfiction #top!wanda #bottom!reader #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch

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millzieraa · 9 months

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🕸️ A GENTLE VOICE 🕸️

Summary: fem reader with a smooth voice. You’re used to making people stutter nervously. The band just met you, your interviewing them and their all flustered and stuttering as you tease them but it’s all fun an games ;3

A/n: I’m sorry this took me so long to write! I’ve had like no motivation so I’m so so sorry!! So in the request it says like Connie from big mouth (aka mommy) so I kinda made y/n talk like Connie so I hope you guys enjoy! (๑>؂•̀๑)

Requested by my love, @bunnysenpai31

𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪

You were getting ready in your dressing room, as you run your hands down to straighten your dress. You were sent to interview tokio hotel today and you were pretty excited. You walked down the hall and stopped at the closed door where tokio hotel was inside waiting for you.

You took a deep breath as you cracked open the door and walk in, sitting down in your spot next to one of the crew members. “Hello boys, how are y’all today.” You say with your intoxicatingly sweet voice. Their eyes were already wide from seeing you but once they heard you’re voice they blushed.

“O-oh! Er yes, we’re.. we’re doing great!” Bill says taking charge in the group. Tom narrows his eyes at you as he looks you up and down. Georg can’t take his eyes off you as he scans your face, heat rising in his cheeks. Gustav smiles as he plays with his fingers. Heart beating faster every time you spoke.

“Good..” you say dragging out the “o”. “Okay so let’s start.. are you boys starting on any new albums?” You continue with a soft smirk looking at all of their reactions. “Yes! Yes we are, tho we don’t want to spoil the name of it yet!” Bill says looking at you with red cheeks.

“Hmmm.. that’s okay love” you say looking back at the sheet of paper in front of you that’s holding the questions to ask. Bill smiles wide as he hides his face in his slender hands. “Well, any new women in y’all’s life?” You continue, looking at them through your lashes.

Tom speaks now, “i might if you don’t have any…”Tom pauses as you stare at him, making his heart flutter. “ m-men in your life..” He says winking at you and leaning forward. You giggle softly making the boys hearts speed up. “C’mon now baby, don’t get all shy on me now.” You say with a laugh.

They all smile at the nickname and laugh with you. “Now, gustav.. this next question is for you.” You say turning your attention to gustav who widens his eyes in shock and nervousness. “O-okay, what is it.?” Gustav says playing with his fingers again.

“Who is your inspiration, that got you into drums?” You ask leaning forward and giving him all your attention. “I-inspiration? A-ah yes! Uh it was my father.. h-he helped me practice.” He answered, looking at you with a nervous smile. “Ah your dad huh. That’s so sweet” you respond, flipping your hair to the back of your shoulders.

“T-thank you! Your sweet.I I MEAN! Your hobby is sweet too- heh.” Gustav says closing his eyes in embarrassment as he laughs with the rest of the band. “Ah your to cute gustav.” You say as you flutter your eyes at him sweetly. They all look at you as if they hypnotized by you.

You ask them around 15 more questions, their faces all a bright red when you spoke in your smooth and intoxicating tone. None of them ever took their eyes off you as you asked them questions. Around 20 minutes later after asking most of your questions you smirk and look twards Georg. “Okay last question.”

“Georg…how would you describe your fans?” You speak, your smooth voice and beautiful face making Georg feel a wave of confidence. “Well I would say, sweet, kind, amazing, and just wonderful.. are you a fan?” He asks with a sly smirk. “Well of course love.” You answer, your siren eyes lifting upward as you smile. “Then they’re also beautiful.”

“Awe Georg you flatter me sweets.” You playfully blow him a kiss as you slowly stand up. “Well that’s it for the interview.. I hope you all enjoyed.” You smile walking out as you turn and wave quickly. “Holy shit.” Bill says leaving his head back. “Tell me about it.” Georg says closing his eyes and smirking.

𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schäfer #georg listing x reader #georg listing #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader

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ceridescent · 1 year

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mommy’s got you — m., wanda

wanda maximoff! x female!reader

summary: wanda helps you de-stress.

tags: smut and fluff

warning/s: dom/sub dynamics, md/lg, mommy kink, praise, vaginal fingering, breast play, slapping, dumbification, & aftercare.

word count: 1, 727

author’s note: dedicating this to all the stressed, drained, and burnt out college girlies! 🫡 go get them degree lovelies 😝

18+ only. men and minors DNI.

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“mommy’s going in now, sweetheart,” wanda’s velvety voice rings in your ears as she pushes her middle finger in slowly, sloshing their way into your hole. a deep breath you exhaled, closing your eyes, relishing the feeling of her slender fingers and the crisp of them. “is this okay, moya lyubov?”

you hum, unable to speak, your mind cloudy, the words and phrases dying out. “just relax, okay? i’m here,” wanda reassures whilst she rubs her thumb against your clitoris, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from your drying throat. you bob your head in understanding, giving her full permission.

“midterms sucked ass, huh? my poor little thing,” she cooes, “you’re so exhausted. your body was so stiff and tense when i gave you a massage!” your mommy squeezes your inner thigh for emphasis, coming off slick and wet with your juices. “but they’re placid now,” she licks her lips, “so thick and flowy, my baby.”

wanda had been teasing you since dinner time, coming home to the smell of the classic french bouillabaisse you had been wanting to make for a while. distorted and exhausted from the last hour of your midterms, your girlfriend made sure to congratulate you and pamper you for being a committed college student. wanda provided you everything, from the dining utensils to spoiling you with her undivided attention.

placing her hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt, whilst asking about the taste of her cooking. she never once mentioned about your studies, aware that it’ll worry you more. when wanda came back to hand you the dessert, she watched intently as you licked and sucked the ice cream clear off the spoon, squeezing your inner thighs and massaging them, her patience running thin.

when you fought hard (weakly due to being drained) to deal with the dirty dishes, she let you, but not without accidentally (purposely) brushing her hands against your bum, which you believe it was, until wanda pressed herself against you, humping your clothed back.

“‘m so tired, mommy,” you slur, her words floating inside your clouding brain. your dozing eyes slowly flutters close, heavy lidded eyes begging you to shut down. but wanda, your darling woman, has to release the stress corrupting your body before anything else follows. it will make you feel better, relaxed, somnolent. she leaves a chaste kiss on your flushed cheeks, sighing in content and concern.

“i know, my little one. mommy knows you’re so tired by working so hard, my good girl,” she hums, gliding her hand along the plane of your stomach, electrifying your skin. “hence the fancy homemade dinner, the yummy dessert you enjoyed, and now this,” wanda’s voice turns muffled as she peppers your tummy with kisses, making them wet and warm as much as possible. “so just lie back, get comfy. let mommy think for you.”

“t-thank you mommy,” you yawn and blink back tears, whimpering as wanda twists your right nipple, observing your reaction like she’s doing an experiment. “one day,” she starts slowly, as if softening a surprise, “mommy will make your nipples come,”

you shiver, your legs shaking at the thought of your mommy playing with your tits, grabbing her hair or her back to ground yourself. “mommy’s going to have so much fun drinking your milk, baby,”

whining, you could only nod your head, small moans coming out of your opened mouth.

“but for now, my baby has to lay back and rest, take mommy’s fingers.”

your girlfriend latches her lips onto yours, moving her tongue against yours in a slow tango. she drinks all your moans and whimpers, pressing you onto the mattress, her fingers penetrating slow as a snail. you can’t complain about it, falling into the abyss, falling into her. your brain clouds all your remaining thoughts but her.

wanda is the only one that keeps you in the present moment, holding you down.

when she pulls away, she’s grinning down at you while biting her lips, nothing but adoration in her eyes. she smacks her lips against your cheeks to interrupt you from dozing, your eyes fluttering close like a butterfly’s wings. it helps a bit, you know, along with her fingers spreading your sopping hole, stretching you out in pleasure.

“feeling much better, my honeybunch?”

you giggle, shaking your head, mewling a little “no.” “no what?” wanda retorts teasingly, lightly slapping your thigh, “is mommy not making you feel better?” halting the motion of her fingers.

“no, mommy, please mommy,” you whine, shaking your head, barely able to lift your hips upwards no matter how strenuous your efforts were. “‘m not honeybunch,”

“what are you then?” wanda huffs, resuming, fastening her pace. “ah!” you scream and fling your hands to hold onto wanda’s wrist, whimpering multiple “mommy”’s. she asks you again, almost breathless. “what are you, huh?”

“‘m mommy’s princess…” you cry, meeting wanda’s fingers as she supports your lower back, pressing them upwards so you can feel her fingers plunging into you deeper.

“mommy’s princess you say…” wanda chuckles, trailing off, her gaze sharpening at the perspiration that falls down the dip in the middle of your stomach. this time she nibbles against your skin, looking up at your pleasured face, preciously distorted and almost there. her own clitoris throbs, wetting her thong, in awe of your half-asleep, baby face.

“who do you belong to, princess?” wanda whines, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your neck, unable to get enough. she could swallow you whole at this point, with her never-ending penetration and wet kisses.

you want to tell wanda it’s her, it’s true, but you can’t, words turning into moans as you try to utter it out of your mouth.

“do you need mommy’s help, princess? tell you who you belong to?”

“gah! mommy! mommy!” you sob, tears cascading down your cheeks, your head reeling like it’s falling apart, your skin scorching, your legs shaking so much. wanda pecks your cheeks, groans erupting from her throat, never messing up her tempo.

“is that a yes, my precious one?” wanda chuckles, watching the mess you have become, having you at the palm of her hand. a particular scream rings inside the bedroom when she thumbs your clit, rubbing it in circles, aware that you’re about to come.

“n-no- no-m-mo-“ you whine and give up on articulating your thoughts and instead you thrust your hips upwards so you can make your mommy hit you harder on your g-spot, but it doesn’t work, and you’re too spent and messed up to find out why.

“say, i belong to mommy. i am mommy’s princess.”

as you nod your head, wanda imitates, “say it, be a good girl,” pounding in her two fingers harder, every thrust your mommy makes a deep moan escapes from her. she drives you into your apex, and when you think it couldn’t get any better, wanda curls her fingers mercilessly, hitting your spot wave after wave like she’s dealing with a punching bag.

“i-i belong to mommy! please, plea- i am m-mommy’s princess!”

wanda lets out an animalistic growl, “that’s right, mommy owns you. mommy owns this pussy,” slapping your pussy, a resounding thwack coming off at the motion, your cries echoing inside the four walls of your shared apartment. it surely is music to wanda’s ears. “mommy owns these gorgeous tits,” wanda strikes them before putting your tits inside her hungry mouth in a tight grip, sucking as loudly as she possibly can, moaning along with the fullness and the noises that you let out. she lets them go with a pop, saliva connecting with the tip and her swollen lips.

smirking as you shake your head, your lower body stilling at the exhaustion, only able to do little thrusts to meet her. she continues, “mommy owns these lips too, both of them,” devouring your cusps in a passionate kiss, harsh and sloppy, at the brink of losing herself in the moment of claiming you.

“mommy!” you sob, “m-mommy!” breathing hotly in wanda’s mouth, coming apart in a perfect arch, blissfully bucking your hips up as she grips tight around your bruising waist, “that’s it, that’s it detka,” mumbling into your mouth in return.

wanda drags it out, cooing and purring words of affirmation as you cried out for her, brushing the strands of hair that blocks your face, tucking them in your ear. “mommy’s here, moy malen'kiy golub'. mommy’s got you,” she whispers against your cheek, exchanging with you a butterfly kiss.

you hum, catching your breath, your eyes no longer awake. wanda peppers your cheeks with light kisses to distract you from pulling her fingers out of your pussy, moaning silently as she loses your warmth. taking her wet fingers to clean off your cum, she clamps around them, savoring the delicious taste of you. “oh, moya lyubov,” she hums in delight.

slowly sliding her hand below to reach for your clammy hand, your mommy unlatches your fingers from the blanket, intertwining your fingers together.

“hi,” she begins timidly, laying herself on top of your naked form, poking your nose with a kiss. you scrunch it in the process, goosebumps flaring from your back down to your stomach. “hi, mommy,” you respond in your little, raspy voice, dizzying.

“moy malysh, you did so good. my sweet, sweet girl, you deserve loads and loads of rest,” wanda rasps in her mommy voice, caressing the crook of your arm with her thumb, nuzzling your jaw. she lets you know her plan to “i’ll pull away for a moment, okay? i don’t want to squeeze moy malysh,” and even so you whine and cry her name, loneliness creeping through.

“i’m here, mommy’s here,” she pacifies you with a purr, occupying her space on top of you, grinning softly as she takes your hand midair and places grumpy bear in your hold.

“grumpie!” you gasp, squeezing the fuzzball, hugging him in your chest. “mommy!” you say in the way she understands your gratitude, mewling at the purity and tenderness of your contentment. “it’s your favorite stuffie, my princess, makes my princess sleep better” she cooes, giving you a peck on the lips.

“thank you, mommy,” you sigh, fluttering your eyes open for a second before completely succumbing to slumber.

“everything for you, moya printsessa,” wanda sighs with a soft smile, watching you sleep, listening to your silent snores.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel smut #wanda x you #wanda x reader #top!wanda

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inthe-dark-tonight · 7 months

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Falling Into My Sins

chapter three: balled up fists

dbf!joel x fem!reader series - loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 4 chapter 5

summary: tommy and joel walk into your new job and you decide to confront joel about the events that took place at sunday night dinner. the only thing is, joel isn't alone.

word count: 2.5k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, tommy and reader flirt a little, player!joel, joel being a gaslighter sorry, ANGST, theres one part where joel grabs readers wrist kinda roughly bc she’s… doing something so be aware of that, if i’m missing anything let me know!!

notes: okayyyyy here we go, i don’t want to spoil anything so… let me know what you guys think of this chapter :) thank you again to my love @shatteredbaby for proofreading for me again, i owe you my life mwah. can't forget my literal mother @pr0ximamidnight for letting me ramble for hours <3

It’s Friday morning now and Joel never got back to you. You didn’t send another text after your last one, afraid that you would seem desperate or annoying. You’ve been busy this week anyway so you try not to let it bother you.

One of the jobs you applied for finally called back, so you went in for an interview on Tuesday morning and they already have you working your first shift tonight. It’s a waitressing job, which isn’t exactly what you were hoping for, but you applied for anything and everything, just happy to be working again. It will also be good to get your mind off of everything that’s happened last weekend.

You finish getting ready for work. Your shift starts in about an hour but you want to be early for your first day. As you leave your room, you grab your purse and your apron before running down the stairs. Your dad’s in the living room and you shout out to him.

“I’m leaving! I’m not off until midnight so see you tomorrow!”

“See ya bud, have fun!” He shouts back.

You shut the door behind you and walk down your front steps to your car. As you walk to your car, you glance across the street towards Joel’s house. His truck isn’t in the driveway. You haven’t seen him at all this week, not even a quick glimpse as he was leaving for work or coming home. You saw Sarah come home from school a few times, but no Joel.

You get into your car and turn the radio on, trying to shake the memory of the other night from your mind. You pull away, past Joel’s house and out of the neighborhood. The job you got is at a local diner near your house. Unfortunately though, it’s a 24hr diner which means you’ll probably be working nights most of the time but you’re just happy to be working again.

You pull up to the diner and step out of your car, grabbing your purse and tying your black apron around your waist. The one good thing about this job is that the dress code is simple, all black. You walk in and one of the other waitresses, Betty, greets you as you walk up to the counter.

“Hi hon, welcome to work!” She smiles at you.

She's an older woman, probably in her late fifties, and she’s very friendly. She was here the day of your interview and she chatted with you as you sat waiting for the manager to be ready for you.

“Hi” you smile shyly at her.

“I’m gonna be training you tonight,” she starts. “There isn’t a lot to learn, I think you’ll get the hang of it easily so I’m just kinda here if you need any help.”

You nod your head and follow her behind the counter. She takes about fifteen minutes to show you the ropes, how to use the register and things of that sort.

“Okay well,” she starts taking a deep breath. “I think you got this, I trust ya.” She winks at you. “It’s gonna be pretty slow for the next few hours, just watch the counter for now, I’ll handle any tables that come in.”

You nod, acknowledging that you understand and then she walks into the back. You look around the diner noticing that there’s practically nobody in there. One booth in the back corner is occupied by an older man reading the paper and sipping on a black coffee, but that’s it.

About an hour later you hear the bell on the door jingle as someone enters the diner. Your head whips towards the door and you see a familiar face, Tommy Miller. His face lights up as his eyes meet with yours and he walks towards the counter.

“Hey,” he glances around the empty diner, then his eyes land back on you. “Guess you heard back from some of the application’s you sent out huh?”

“Hi,” you laugh a little at his comment. “Yeah uh, I did. Today’s my first day actually.”

He takes a seat at the counter and you hand him a menu. “Does that make me your first customer?” he raises his brow and smiles at you.

“Yeah actually.”

“Hmmm, I’ll have to test ya then.” He opens the menu.

You let out a small laugh “Can I get you anything? Coffee?” You watch as Tommy glances over the menu.

He doesn’t look up at you. “Yeah actually, I’ll take a coffee while I wait.”

Wait for what? You don’t ask. You walk to grab the coffee pot and a mug, setting it down to fill it in front of him.

“Thanks darlin’,” he looks up at you and your cheeks heat up.

“No problem, let me know when you’re ready.” You turn around to replace the coffee pot.

Suddenly the doors open again, you hear the bell but you don’t turn around to look until you hear a woman laughing. You look up and your face immediately drops.

It’s Joel Miller, and his arm is wrapped around some woman as they walk towards a booth. He doesn’t see you yet as he slides into a booth by the window, sitting on the side that faces you. Tommy turns his head glancing at him, then turns back to you.

“Christ, when I told him to meet me after his date I didn’t think he’d bring the woman along.” Tommy rolls his eyes.

Joel was on a date? You just hum in response, not sure what to say. You look back towards Joel, he’s smiling as he leans on the table. Once his eyes meet with yours his smile disappears. You immediately snap your eyes away from him and focus back on Tommy.

“Ready?” You smile at him.

He looks up at you giving you a cheeky grin “Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck as he talks. “Gonna keep it simple I think, just a burger and fries.”

You jot it down on your pad and then quickly rip the paper off. “You got it.” You wink at him, eyes meeting with Joel’s for a quick second before you turn around to place the order with the line cooks.

When you turn around, Tommy’s cheeks are slightly flushed. Then you see Betty come out from the back and walk towards Joel’s table to take their order. You try not to stare as you try to catch a better glimpse at the woman he’s here with. She has long blonde wavy hair, and as she turns her head to say something to Betty you catch a glimpse of her side profile and blinding smile. You have to admit she’s quite gorgeous. Then Joel’s saying something to Betty before she walks back and gives her order to the line cooks. His eyes flicker to yours again, and then to the woman he’s sitting with.

Your blood is boiling but you’re trying not to show it. How was he fucking you the other night and now he’s here with someone else?

“So, what’ve you been up to this week?” Tommy says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh nothing much,” You smile, a bit distracted.

He hesitates for a moment. “Got anything going on tomorrow?” He’s looking at you with his large brown eyes.

You notice Joel is watching you like a hawk, dark eyes burning straight through you as you’re talking to Tommy. You peel your eyes away from Joel and look back to Tommy.

“Not sure, I don’t think so.”

“If you’re free, maybe we could go to this bar downtown?” He stops for a second. “I mean, if not, that’s fine just-“

“I’ll let you know.” You smile at him before turning to grab his food and placing it in front of him.

“Thanks.” he glances up at you quickly.

You nod and then look back towards Joel. He gets out of the booth and the woman follows. As she stands up, he pulls her into an embrace before waving bye to her and sitting back down. As the woman walks out, you finally get a look at her. She’s gorgeous, luscious hair bouncing as he walks towards the door. She glances over at you and smiles before pushing on the door and leaving. You’re frozen there for a moment, before looking back towards Joel. You need to talk to him.

“I’ll be right back.” Tommy looks up at you with wide eyes, nodding his head.

You storm over to Joel, blood boiling. His eyes are locked on you the whole way over. When you get to his booth, you slide into the spot where the blonde woman was just sitting a moment ago and stare directly into his eyes. He shifts in his seat as your eyes stay glued to his.

“We need to talk. Now.” The last part comes out low through gritted teeth and filled with anger as you try to keep it together.

“What about, sweetheart?” He leans back, throwing his arm over the back of the booth.

What about? He's got to be joking. You feel like you could snap any second, and you think he can tell by the look in your eyes.

“Joel.” It comes out as a warning.

“Okay, okay,” he glances around the diner. “Not in here.” He gets up from the booth and you follow him as he walks towards the door.

Joel walks outside and you call out to Betty saying that you’re taking a quick break, she just waves you off. You walk out the door and look both ways before spotting Joel leaning against his truck. You walk towards him slowly, thinking about what you want to say. You stand in from of him, practically fuming at the way he’s acting so nonchalant, like he didn’t fuck you up against the side of your father’s home five nights ago and then ghost you.

“So,” You say, finally breaking the silence.

“So.” He says back.

You’re silent for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. “What exactly is going on, Joel,” your eyes meet his and your stomach flips.

“Not sure what you’re talkin’ about.” He clears his throat and breaks eye contact with you, looking down at his boots.

So he’s going to play dumb, you see how it is. “Seriously?” You shake your head still looking at him.

He looks up at you apprehensively, like he’s afraid to meet your gaze. “Seriously, what are you on about.” His brows knit together as he looks at you.

You take a step closer to him. “You’re going to act like you didn’t fuck me behind my dad’s house less than a week ago?” Your voice starts to raise and he’s just staring back at you now.

“I-“ you cut him off.

“No, let me finish.” You’re ready to let it all out. “You left abruptly Sunday night, practically ghosted me when we had plans Tuesday, and then showed up here… on a date?” He doesn’t say anything. “And then you have the nerve to ask me what we need to talk about.”

He shoves one hand into his pocket and the other rubs at the scruff on his cheek.

“Just tell me, were you lying when you said you didn’t want to forget about the night we met? That you wanted me,” You swallow thickly, afraid that you might not like his answer. “Was I just another girl to add to your list?”

His jaw ticks as he stands there silently. “Yeah.” He’s still not looking at you. “It was just a fuck, that’s all.”

You scoff. “You’re sick.” His eyes snap up to you. “Even after you found out that my dad is your best friend, who does that?” You shake your head, he has a smug look on his face that makes you just wanna-

Your hand reaches up to slap him, but he catches your wrist before your hand even gets close to his cheek. He’s breathing heavily, anger burning behind his eyes.

“The hell are you doing?” He says it through gritted teeth. “Tryin’ to hit me?”

You just stare at him. “You deserve it, don’t you think?” Your voice slightly breaks as the words come out.

He grabs your other wrist and spins you around pressing you up against his truck. You try to wriggle away but he’s too strong. You’re speechless as you stand there in his grasp, a shocked look on your face.

He’s breathing heavy as he towers over you, dark eyes staring at your parted lips now. His eyes meet yours, you have no idea what his next move will be.

“Do I?” He’s close enough now that you can feel his breath fanning over your face.

Your heart is racing. “Joel…” you breathe out.

Then he’s slamming his lips against yours, the kiss is needy and rough as he presses himself against you. You start to melt into him and then snap out of it, breaking the kiss. You push his solid chest as hard as you can, shoving him away from you. He slightly stumbles back releasing his grip on your wrists.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He looks like a deer in headlights right now, stunned by your reaction.

His mouth falls open but nothing comes out. You turn away from him and start walking back towards the door, taking a deep breath trying to hold back tears, not from sadness but from anger. Who does he think he is?

When you open the door to the diner, Tommy’s head whips towards you. “Hey, were you on break?” He asks as you walk back behind the counter.

“Yeah,” Your voice cracks a bit as you answer him. “So, about tomorrow,” you clear your throat.

Tommy’s eyes light up. “Yeah?”

Joel walks through the door making his way to Tommy, you glance at him before your eyes meet his brother’s again.

“I’d love to go with you.” He smiles at your words.

“Great, I’ll get you around 8?” He says, his dark chocolate eyes gleaming as you nod positively.

Joel’s standing behind Tommy, now staring you down. You’re unsure about how much he’s heard, but honestly, you could care less at this moment.

“C’mon Tommy, we gotta go.” Joel says as he lightly pulls at Tommy’s sleeve.

Tommy pulls out his wallet, setting some cash on the table for his meal then stands up. “See ya.” he’s holding back a smile.

You bite your cheek. “Yeah, see ya.”

Joel’s standing by the door waiting for Tommy as you give him a deadly glare before clearing the counter and you hear the door to the diner close. You’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you feel sort of excited for tomorrow night.

thank you for reading! feel free to comment or leave asks, i love to talk about this fic so I will almost always answer/chat :)

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brightgoat · 1 year

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My thoughts on JJBA OVER HEAVEN

So first of all -

it seems my JJBA binge is not over yet, I am still on the desert island and instead of their being water sources large enough to get waterboarded in like last time, I am instead finding small refreshing puddles.

This is copy pasted from my twitter so pardon if its formatted weirdly

I read the novel and- (spoilers under cut)

although it might be dubiously canon, I like it a lot that I think it should be considered so, and in my mind overrides any inconsistencies that the anime/manga may bring up. The timeline seems fucked either way you look at it, fittingly for this story I guess

I liked how it showed the evolution of his idea of ‘heaven’ and how it slowly became what Pucci defined it as. I like how it gives depth without straying from Dio’s insane villainy. and the mommy issues were certainly something as well It actually made me appreciate part 1

I have realised this while I was still watching the anime, but the novel confirms it; all the villains either represent a part of Dio, the big bad

Kars - Dio’s desire to constantly transcend his current state, humanity and whatnot, keep moving up the power scale

Kira - Dio’s idea that all humans live for ‘peace of mind’, as he puts it for himself- ‘preparedness’, knowing that the future will be fine

Diavolo - Dio’s resolve to move only forward, only towards the future

I do love how for the two Stand users, their Stands complement their motives, Kira creating time loops to ensure nothing bad happens to him, and Diavolo ‘skipping time’ to move into and foresee the future. Kira is more ‘stuck in the past’ and Diavolo is heading for the future

Dio is in the present, he merely stops time for a few seconds. It sets up the time manipulation premise in the simplest way and also gives him the further mindfuckery he needs to arrive at his conclusion

And then Pucci, the final villain, is Dio’s resolve to get to ‘heaven’, the culmination of the mindfuckery- their conclusion of it being that the definition of ‘heaven’ is obtaining peace by knowing all of the future and all of fate, and living it out in preparedness.

Their Stands are also opposite of one another, Dio stops time for a brief moment and Pucci accelerates it for all of eternity. Pucci is the kind of fucking guy to spoil the entire movie before watching it

I do love how they define fate as ‘gravity between people', and connect that to the theory of relativity (i’m always a sucker for this kind of shit) combining scientific theory with ideas of fate through a religious character is also just a cherry on top, I love it

THAT and how his Stand Whitesnake, whose powers are to extract ‘souls’ (or so to speak), is covered in the abbreviation of DNA compounds. Also fun fact whitesnake’s voice is based off of patrick star from spongebob

Overall, it was interesting to read how Dio became obsessed with the concept of fate, Ironically, were JJBA to be written with more foresight (preparedness even), then maybe Dio’s thoughts could’ve been more implemented into the story. Don’t get me wrong, he should still be his insane-cartoonishly-evil self at the same time, I love him for that. However, this novel was not written by the OG author, so who knows how canon it even is.

Another thing of note: Dio and Pucci seem to arrive at their idea of ‘heaven’ independently (you could argue Dio kind of began it by suggesting the idea of ‘gravity’ to him), but it was Pucci’s circumstances that ultimately led to it. Dio, at least for a few pages, believes that what one is born into decides everything. And they were born into vastly different situations. Dio talks a lot about his hate of nobles and ‘inheritors’ and hated both his biological and adoptive family.

Pucci is from an influential wealthy family and loved them so. Dio’s sibling was a miscarriage and Pucci’s presumed-dead-twin was actually alive. But both lived circumstances that arrived to a shared idea of ‘heaven’. Dio knows at least the deaths in Pucci’s life, I wonder if he knows his background and if knowing it would challenge or confirm his idea of fate.

I can’t help but wonder how Pucci felt reading the diary through Jotaro’s memories. Also wonder if Pucci saw how Dio died through none other than Jotaro’s memories as well.

Also i don’t know why, this is probably not what is implied cuz it wouldn’t fit characterwise(unless?) but……… did Pucci take Dio’s memory of showing him The World????? Why is it written this way and if so then adhsagdah??

Anyways if you ask me if i’m team ‘ora-ora’ or team ‘muda-muda’ its the latter for me baby

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 7 months

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This is Wrong, but It Feels So Right

Kinktober 2023 - Day 2

Pairing: Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader

Kink: Stepcest

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Your parents are away for whoever knows how long and Ransom decides to blast his music so you go to yell at him but find him in a compromising position.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight d/s vibes, a hint of dubcon (but not really), riding, slight!sub!Ransom, male masterbation), brat!Ransom, yelling, cursing, stepcest, angst, slight fluff

a/n: Here is Day 2 of Kinktober! I'm sorry this is coming later in the day but I had to crochet for my business since I have an event coming up this weekend! Hope you enjoy this fic!

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Your dad married your stepmom two months ago and her and her spoiled son, Hugh, or as he liked to be called Ransom, moved into your father’s modest two story townhouse. From the moment they moved in, Ransom had done nothing but complain about the house, the town, and everything that was subpar in his eyes. His stupidly blue eyes with his hard chest that he flaunts around the house and the stupidly hot noises that come from his room at night that made you all hot and bothered and above all frustrated that you had a stupid crush on him. He was a complete asshole to everyone which made you want to choke him out but also made you want to knock him down a peg.

You two were home alone while your parents were on another vacation paid for by Linda, your stepmother. You were trying to take a nap in your bed when you heard loud music blaring from Ransom’s room making you groan and roll over and cover your head. You banged on the wall trying to get him to hear you but to no avail the music didn’t stop. You climbed out of bed in your boxers and lace bra and stormed out of your room to his room right next to yours.

You banged on the door and yelled his name but no one answered and you tried the door knob and it was unlocked and you opened it. It swung open and you saw Ransom on his bed slowly stroking his stiff cock on the bed. You stopped for a second but shook it off and stormed in to turn off the music and Ransom spotted you and jumped up with a pillow covering his cock.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ransom roared as he saw you turning off his stereo.

“I’m trying to nap because I have work tonight! But you wouldn’t know about that, would you, you fucking brat?!” You yelled matching his energy and he rolled his eyes.

“You think you’re so better than me just because you’re miss goody two shoes!” He scoffed and you huffed and crossed your arms.

“Well, I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth! I know I have to work for what I want! Not just ask mommy!”

“You’re such a bitch!” He growled and that was the last straw of your resolve.

“I’m so tired of your attitude! Obviously no one taught you a fucking lesson! So I will.” You growled before you jumped on him and kissed him passionately. He froze as you kissed him with your legs wrapped around his waist. You pulled back to look up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He said outrageously and tossed you on his bed.

You landed with an “Oof,” and you leaned on your hands, “I’m putting you in your place.” You growled and yanked him down to kiss him again and he fell on top of you. His hands reached out to hold himself up and he pulled back panting.

“This is wrong.” He huffed as he looked down at you.

“So? Our parents are never fucking home, they won’t notice. They don’t even notice us now. So why not have some fun?” You smirked as you pulled him closer to you and kissed him deeply.

He hesitated before huffing, “Fuck it. Always wanted to see what’s under these flimsy clothes.” He smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against his chest.

You smirked as your hands slid up his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck and yanked him close. “Good man.” You purred against his lips and his hands ripped your bra from your body and leaned down to kiss on the swell of your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair pulling him close to your chest. He smirked against your skin as his hands ripped off your boxers then wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you two over. You straddled his lap and bit your lip as his hard cock slid in between your folds.

His hands gripped your waist and pulled you down to grind against his cock making you moan and you yanked him down to kiss him passionately. He groaned against your lips as your soaked cunt dragged along his length.

“All this for me, babygirl?” He smirked as your juices soaked his length making him groan at the feeling.

You purred softly, “Mhm. Even though you frustrate the hell out of me, you’re so sexy.” You hummed as you pulled him closer to you and continued to grind against his cock. He growled against your lips and you smirked and shoved him back against the pillows and you reached back to pull his cock up and you slid down on his thick length making you moan out his name. “Fuck, no wonder those girls scream for you.”

He chuckled as his heavy hands landed on your hips and pulled you further down on his cock. “Maybe you should’ve interrupted sooner.”

You rolled your eyes before you grasped his wrists and pinned them over his head. “Enough talking. I’m supposed to be taking my frustrations out on you.” You giggled as you started riding him slowly, teasing him as you rode him. “Mm, you’re such a brat but god, if you can’t be generous.” You sighed happily as you sunk down and moved up in a steady movement. The pleasure was toe-curlingly good which made breathy moans leave your lips.

He hummed at your words and gave you a cocky smirk, “I do aim to please.” He purred as he playfully pushed against your hands and you leaned down to kiss him passionately.

“You’re such a liar but you more than make up for it.” You smirked and pulled up to sit back on his cock taking him even deeper and you started moving faster. “Now enough talking.” You purred as your hands kept his wrists pinned. You moved quicker up and down on his cock letting out moans as your eyes rolled back with pleasure. One hand reached up to cup your breast and play with your nipples as Ransom laid under you, taking the pleasure you gave him.

He moaned and groaned as your walls squeezed him tight with every movement. Your juices soaking him even more, dripping down his balls making him moan louder. You leaned down to kiss his lips and you released his hands and they immediately went to your ass and helped move your hips up and down. You moaned his name as you felt your orgasm growing in your lower belly, your walls pulsing around him bringing him closer to his own release.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum. Wanna fill you up. Can I cum in you?” Ransom rambled against your lips with a slight whininess to his tone that made you smirk.

You sped up your pace riding him faster making him moan louder and he started whining your name as he got close. “Good boy. I knew you’d whine for me. Making all these pretty noises.” You smirked as you felt your release grow closer and you cried out as the tip of his cock slammed into your sweet spot making you see stars. “Fuck, cum for me, baby. Be a good boy and cum in me.” You purred against his lips as you moved faster moaning his name as you reached your peak. You cried out his name as your thighs shook around his hips. Ransom yelled your name as he came hard with you pinning your hips down against him and his warm cum filled you up.

You let out a contented sigh as you slumped against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and rubbed up and down your back. “You know, I don’t usually go for this cuddly, lovey dovey, crap.” He said as his hands rubbed your back and down to your ass.

“No shit. I’m the one who has to tell the poor girls you won’t call them back.” You scoffed as you nuzzled under his chin.

“I mean, that you bring out the soft side in me and it pisses me off and yet I like it.” He sighed as he nuzzled into your hair.

“Well, get used to it, cause I’m not letting you go.” You hummed as you laid flush against him.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling his chest, “Good.”

#fanfic #fandom #fanfiction #ransom x y/n #ransom drysdale #ransom x reader #ransom fanfic #ransom smut #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #kinktober

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw As A Father (Pt. III)

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: The saga continues! I would suggest reading Part I and Part II before reading this part.

Tag list for those who specifically expressed interest in being notified for this part: @lunamoonbby, @blessupblessup, @itscheybaby, @yourphinphan81, @acdassenza.

Warnings: Mentions of deployment, pregnancy and childbirth, lots and lots of fluffy goodness.

* A separate warning for this gif because OH MY GOODNESS! *

- Rooster is an incredibly hands-on father.

- Whenever he isn’t working or spending time with you, you know without a doubt that you can find him on the floor in the living room, playing games with your children and making them laugh until their sides hurt.

- “Daddy, play with me!” is a call that you hear echoing throughout your apartment on a daily basis. While the kids love playing with you during the day, they can’t help but be excited when their father comes home every night, especially since he’s usually gone before they wake up in the morning.

- Even if you end up going back to sleep, you and Rooster usually wake up at the same time so that you can enjoy some morning coffee and a little quiet time together in the kitchen. Your favorite part of your morning routine is watching Rooster sneak into the kids’ rooms to give them each a kiss goodbye before he has to leave.

- He always saves a kiss for you on his way out the door, winking as he tells you, “Don’t spoil them too much!”

- “You’re one to talk!” you always call back, smiling. In addition to being incredibly hands-on, Rooster is also a very doting father. He has a hard time saying no to anything the kids ask for.

- The kids want ice cream on the drive home from the park? Rooster is making a pit stop to get it for them. Goose wants to play cops and robbers for the fifteenth time that night? Rooster is already up and ready to go. Lydia wants her daddy to attend a tea party with all her stuffed animals? Rooster is there.

- “I can’t deny their mommy anything, so how could I deny them?” he teases you whenever you poke fun at him for making you play the bad cop.

- Goose and Lydia love to listen to their father play the piano at night before they go to bed. At five years old, Goose is already able to bang out a few simple tunes, and three-year-old Lydia is catching up fast to her older brother. They always giggle and try to sing along whenever Rooster plays “Great Balls of Fire.”

- “Come on, baby, sing with the family,” Rooster usually calls to you with a playful wink. “I know you can!”

- The kids are inconsolable whenever Rooster has to travel for work, and you can’t say you blame them. Even after all these years, you still shed a few tears whenever your husband leaves for a mission.

- Rooster always kneels down in front of the kids so that he’s on eye level with them, his heart breaking every time he sees their tears. “Daddy loves you both so much. I’m going to be back soon, I promise,” he tells them, pulling them both into a big hug. He remembers what it was like to have to say goodbye to his own father, and the tears his mother often shed when she thought he wasn’t looking.

- “Goose, you’re the man of the house while I’m gone. You’re going to look out for your mom and sister, right?” Rooster asks, trying to hide a smile as your son’s chest puffs out with pride.

- “Yes, Daddy!” Goose always promises with a big nod of his head and a little salute.

- The days you’re reunited after a mission are always the best. The kids make Rooster “welcome home” signs and the three of you usually bake him some kind of cake or cookies. Your heart melts at the sight of Goose and Lydia screaming and running into their father’s arms, clinging to him even as he moves to wrap you in his embrace and kiss you.

- Besides hating to see their tears, Rooster also hates to see your children in any kind of pain. Every time they get a scrape or injury, he’s always there to dry their tears and bandage up their boo-boos. The two of you usually work as a team, since both Goose and Lydia hate having their wounds washed out with alcohol. Rooster holds their hands and tries to distract them with silly faces while you clean their cuts out, then the two of you make sure to “kiss it and make it all better.”

- When you have to take the kids to the doctor for their annual shots and boosters, Rooster holds them in his lap so that they don’t get scared. Sometimes he’ll even ask their pediatrician if he can get a band-aid, too, so that they don’t feel so alone. Afterwards, he always insists on buying them ice cream.

- When Goose was four, he broke his arm jumping off the dining room table while “trying to be a pilot like Daddy.” You’d had to frantically call Rooster to meet you at the hospital while he was still at work. He’d dropped everything to race there and tell Goose how brave he was, and how proud he was of him.

- Not long after Lydia’s third birthday, you discover that you’re pregnant with Baby #3, which both you and Rooster are ecstatic about. You begin house hunting shortly afterward, knowing that you’re going to need more space as your family continues to grow and expand.

- After a few months of navigating the housing market, you finally end up with a lovely bit of property right near the beach, with lots of room for your growing family. It also happens to be fairly close to Penny’s place, which is great because she and Mav, and even Amelia on occasion, love to babysit when you and Rooster go out for date nights.

- When you’re a little over eight months pregnant, Rooster suddenly gets orders for a mission that will take him away for at least two weeks. Though you know it’s the plight of an aviator’s wife, you can’t help but shed many tears over it, terrified at the thought that your husband won’t be home when you give birth. You’d been incredibly lucky that he’d been there for Goose’s and Lydia’s births.

- “Baby, I’ll be back in no time. You’re not due for almost a month,” Rooster reassures you, wiping your tears and running a loving hand over your swollen belly. “You stay put in there until I get home, okay?” he whispers to the baby, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

- A week after he leaves, however, your water suddenly breaks while Penny is over for lunch, helping you with the kids.

- “No,” you murmur, eyes widening in shock and dismay. “No, that can’t be my water breaking,” you insist, shaking your head in denial.

- “Sweetie, it is,” Penny says in her calmest voice, already rising to go round up the kids and grab your hospital bag. “It’s going to be alright. We’re going to get you to the hospital.”

- “No, no, no, no,” you tell her, tears burning your eyes as you shake your head again. “It can’t be! Not yet! Bradley isn’t here. Bradley needs to be here,” you sob.

- Though you’re nearing hysterics, Penny manages to calm you down enough to get you into the car so that she can drop the kids off with Mav and then get you to the hospital.

- Already having gone through labor and delivery twice before, your body knows exactly what to do. Once you’re at the hospital, it ends up being your quickest birth to date.

- James Thomas Bradshaw comes into the world that afternoon, just as big and as loud as his older brother had been when he was born. You and Rooster hadn’t known if you were having a boy or a girl, but thankfully you’d already decided on names.

- You sob when they place your son in your arms, not only because of the abundant love pouring out of your heart, but also because you wish more than anything that Rooster could be here with you. He would be devastated when he learned that James had been born without him.

- A few hours after James is born, Penny and Mav bring Goose and Lydia to meet their new baby brother. Though Hangman, Phoenix, and Bob are on the mission with Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote are able to come to the hospital as well. They bring balloons, flowers, chocolates, and a giant teddy bear, knowing that you would be upset about Rooster being away.

- That night, when you’re alone in your hospital room with little James sleeping soundly on your chest, you get a text from your husband. FaceTime? he asks with a little heart emoji. No one had told him yet. They knew you needed to be the one to do it.

- Lifting up your phone so that your newborn son is visible on your chest, you dial Rooster’s number and wait, heart hammering, for him to pick up. When he does, you can immediately see his eyes go wide and some of the color drain from his face.

- “Hi, Daddy,” you say softly, gently lifting James’ tiny fist and waving it slowly.

- “Baby, I—” Rooster isn’t even able to get the words out as he suddenly bursts into tears, the sight of you and the baby too much for his heart to take. He can’t believe you’d gone into labor and he hadn’t been there. “Baby, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” he manages to choke out.

- “It’s okay,” you tell him tenderly, stroking your son’s soft head with gentle fingers. “He just wanted to make an early entrance, that’s all.”

- “He? Another boy?” Rooster sniffs, smiling at that. “Welcome to the world, James Thomas,” he says reverently, watching the baby in awe through his phone screen. “I can’t wait to get to hold you soon.”

- “He says ditto,” you grin, talking to Rooster for a few more minutes until he has to go. “I love you,” you tell him before he goes, blowing him a kiss.

- “I love you, too, baby. So much,” Rooster replies, blowing kisses for you and the baby before reluctantly ending the call.

- When Rooster returns home a week later, Mav and Penny go to pick him up with Goose and Lydia since James is still too young to be around too many people yet. The minute Rooster walks through the door of your home, he immediately runs to you, taking you in his arms and kissing you deeply.

- “God, I missed you,” he whispers, nuzzling your nose with his.

- “I missed you, too,” you whisper back, a few tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes. In addition to missing him, your hormones were still all over the place from childbirth. “Want to meet your son?”

- Rooster eagerly follows you over to the bassinet, where James is just opening his eyes from a nap. He’s the sweetest, most good-natured baby. “Hello, my sweet angel,” you coo, carefully lifting him into your arms. “Come meet Daddy,” you say, stroking his cheek as you turn and gently place him into your husband’s waiting arms.

- Staring down at him in wonder, Rooster starts to well up again. “He’s so damn perfect,” he breathes out softly, gazing down at your son with love. “And so are you,” Rooster tells you, leaning over to kiss you again.

- That night, as Goose and Lydia play on the floor and you and Rooster snuggle on the couch with the baby, you can’t think of a time in your life when you’ve ever been happier.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #x reader #x female reader #miles teller #top gun #top gun: maverick

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minheelovelee · 8 months

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who in &team would like to get called daddy 🫣

anon :((((( pls ur gonna send me into sub hours. not a lot of my followers know what i’m into, but daddy kink is high on that list.

&team: daddy kink

this belongs to everyone besides ej 🥺

- tough love. he loves his baby and wants the best for you. if that means being a little mean, that’s fine with him. if ur a brat, that’s okay. just know that you’ll get treated like one.

- he’ll implement the punishment system if you’re really naughty. don’t expect a reward from him any day of the week. but if you pass a class or make a big achievement at work, he would reward you for sure.

- if you slip up and call him daddy in a normal conversation, he wouldn’t let you live it down. he thinks it’s funny tbh and would be totally fine if you called him that outside the bedroom.

fuma

- his heart is huge. he loves to spoil you. your happiness is his number one priority. and in the bedroom, he does all the work. he would love to have a pillow princess.

- if you can suck dick, he’s hooked. lay there like a pretty little thing when ur getting fucked, but slobber all over his cock when he lets you have a taste. he LOVES getting head.

- he gets turned on by domesticity. cooking for him, vacuuming around the house, and folding his laundry will all end up with you bent over the nearest surface. he always talks about making you a mommy when he cums deep inside.

nicholas

- daddy :((( he holds onto his baby tight and never lets go. a hand on your thigh, his chin on your shoulder, hugs in the kitchen. he wants you to know he’s always there.

- in the bedroom he’s a bit of a whore. he would refer to himself as daddy in 3rd person. he’d love if you slut yourself out for him. he wants u completely cock-drunk and dazed.

- “daddy’s gonna cum, honey. he’s gonna fill you right to the fucking brim. keep that pussy open for him, princess.” he’s so daddy coded.

yuma

- he goes on a little power trip when u call him daddy. he loves that you trust him enough to open up like that.

- ur not calling him anything else during s*x. it turns into a fun little game where you pretend not to know anything besides his name. he’s not afraid to get rough, so me might yank ur hair or choke you a little.

- overstimulation. he’s mean. you’re done when he’s done. he’s mean enough to tie you up and make you cum over and over again on his fingers.

- he takes it to heart. when you call him daddy, he realizes the role he plays in the relationship. he can be quite protective at times.

- he’s such a lover. his baby doesn’t need to be doing any work. he’s soooo long and lanky. he’ll get you folded up in funky positions. your legs fit on his shoulders so nicely.

- he needs his alone time with you. for you to sit on his lap while he pets you and tells you how much love he has for you. he wants to give you something you’ve never had in a relationship before. if he’s not your first, he makes sure to be your best.

#&team smut #mhll &team #mhll jo #mhll fuma #mhll yuma #mhll k #mhll nicholas #mhll hits

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silvershiningtarot · 1 year

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💋🫦👄18+ PAC What Role You’re Playing in Your FS Daydream? (Secret Fantasy Of Them🫦👄👅)

🧚🏾‍♀️Take A moment look at the piles you feel drawn to. Inhale and Exhale breathe and relax. Comment and Reblog the post and Tell me what pile you like.. ENJOY MY LOVELY 🥰. Remember this is a general reading.

Pile 1: Off the back, I know what type of role you are playing in your husband's daydream. You are the switcher in your husband's fantasy kinks I see. Oh my goodness. I hear their sexual message to you right now. So if some of you are a switcher or should I say submissive then awesome either way. I hope that you play a big ass role in their fantasy dreamland. Oh my goodness! 🤤🤤I can heard them dirty talking. So I can see them lifting you up in the kitchen, just deeply kissing 😽 hard. Like naked in the kitchen, maybe you see them cooking breakfast or dinner in the kitchen naked with nobody else in the house just y’all two. You walk up behind them and start to touch their chest and kiss their neck and I can see that you are the woman of their dreams. Woah 🤯 especially in their daydreams 😶‍🌫️ oh my god, they are completely obsessed with you. So yes they are possessive of you. I hear that when people disturb them, they snap at their friends. So I don’t blame them because they fucking wanna fuck you so hard and you make horny, even when they eating a bowl of cereal you make their dick stand up hard!!. I can see that they love that sexy ass voice. I heard a siren woman that’s what they see of you. Just luring them into you. Ooooohhhhhhhh!! OMFG 🤬 YESSS!! You're like a Dom-Mommy to them. So I see that you would spoil them, for some of you I see that you would be submissive to your FS daydream, I think that is what they would do. They would want to take it nice and slow with you. I’m getting very Simp vibes with your husband! But in a good way, I told you that they don’t like to be disturbed when they fantasize about you. You are their sexy little pixie to them. I was right!! Hahaha 🤣!! You don’t mind being a switcher! They can be the dominant one sometimes and you can be the submissive one for a few of you. I don’t see that you guys have a problem with it. But for some of you I see you being submissive to your husband which is fucking incredible. I’m submissive myself. You have Ultimate love and lust, so you balance it out in your husband's fantasy. Even with your fantasy as well. It's like a straight up balance between you and them. Ooohh!! Watch out ladies, your husband has breeding kinks!!! So they love getting you pregnant. It’s like seeing you pregnant in their daydream turns me on! I can see them seeing you pregnant like four or five times!! I heard them say “I don’t care if I’m a old dad, I love getting you pregnant.” So in my opinion I say get it get it get it!!! Oh yess! They would want you sit on their face, tasting that delicious kitty 🐱 of yours makes them weak. I told you I’m feeling that big ass Simp vibes, especially sexually you got on a leash!! They don’t care what you do to them. For some of you but a lot of you they don’t care what you do to them. But for some of you oh yeah they want to teabags your fucking face!! Get ready suck on those balls even if just a fantasy that’s exactly what they want you to do. I can that for some of you being their submissive hahaha 🤣I was right. Don’t get me wrong 😑 for a lot of you, I do see you being their Dom-Mommy! So get it.

“Let me clear my throat before I tell you what’s been going through my mind. I feel like we have a telepathic connection, you don’t mind me being freaky with you right now. So don’t tell anyone about this please. My friends think I'm weird because I tell them the things I would like someone to do to me in the bedroom, even my ex made fun of me. Baby I would love getting you fucking pregnant 🤰🏾 that’s my secret fantasy getting you pregnant. Yes I got a breeding kink. I don’t give a fuck how old I am or you may think I’m older than you but baby I don’t care I’m ready to get down and dirty with you. Will you be my mommy, I’ll be your puppy and follow wherever you go. Are you ovulating yet? I want you sloppy toppy me, so why don’t you pull down your thongs, let me eat your pussy, I can taste your juice on my lips. Your juice becomes my taste buds.. it can’t never go away nor do I want it to. I’m horny for you, Can I tell you another secret? I want you to dominate me. Can you please. I’m obsessed 😍 with you, the moment I saw you I’ve been non stop thinking about you heavily. I fucking crave for you heavily. So baby you play a sexy ass role in my daydreams. What do you do to me? Are you a siren or a fucking alien? Your eyes just pull me into your stomach. I want you bite me so fucking hard! Deeply. I want to feel your teeth in my skin. Baby I can see us having Twins together, Fucking TWINS!! Doesn’t matter what gender they are because we are having twins then baby let’s get it. I’m ready to get you pregnant. How many months are you yet? I can see that you wanna have a water birth with our kids together. But again I’ll keep that little secret. I’m addicted to you!! I’m ready to pull you out of my dreams, just fucking grab you and kiss you 😘 up and down all around. I’m fucking simping for you. Are you mad at me? Because I’m simp for you, my friends would think I’m a bitch for you, why the fuck should I care right! I ain’t fucking them Yuck 🤢. Anyways! Let me take your virginity, I wanna teabag your face. I want you to sit on my face, Do you feel hot? I know I do. Holy fuck I’m ready to bang you out!! I want your hands to touch my beard, where can we meet up? I’ll be your slut tonight. So be my slutty kitty 🐈‍⬛ meow 😻. I have slut kinks, I want you to put a dog leash on me. Spank me baby. Do it! I daydream about you doing all those things to me. Remember this is our little secret between you and me. I want you to keep your legs shaking for me, am I hitting your G spot already Momma!, what name should I give you? Write it down for me. So creamy you taste 👅. So you getting all wet for me and I can’t get you pregnant? Huh 🤔 too late babe! You already got me now! Whipped cream, spread it on your legs so I lick it off you. Do you do music? I’m hearing that song in my head Drip 💧 is that your song, if it is then baby, ready for your juice to drip in my mouth 👄 it’s all wet and prepared for you. Give me some of those nutrients.”

Pile 2: I can see that you being their Dom, you being their submissive one, they would love that. When I see the Three of cups and Seven of cups. I think that they daydream about you having sex with them outside. I mean outside sex with them. I can probably into BDSM, maybe they are or aren’t. But I can see you submitting to them in their fantasy. You being their daddy’s little girl. Oh my god I can see that shit turns them on. I heard them being annoyed too. No offense to the mothers out there but when they mother be bothering your husband, especially when they daydream about you, they get annoyed 😑 like they snap at their mother. Not because they are doing it on purpose, it is because they are daydreaming about you, it seems like to you, you make their day. So they don’t mean to curse out their mom, it's just when they are in the moment thinking about you, they don’t want to forget you. If that makes sense. I do see that they would love fucking you outside. Maybe in a garden 🪴 I’m seeing. Just have a sheet outside in a garden and start kissing you, rubbing your breast and finger playing your pussy. Yummy 🤤. So they are a freak for you. I can see that they are addicted to you, so you play a role as someone who’s very addicting to them. You are like a drug to them. I can see that in the rising time they daydream about you outside in a garden fucking you. All the dirt on your skin, just makes them fucking turn on. I hope that they’ll love seeing you naked all the time in the bedroom. I heard creeping. So not creeping in a bad way but just sneaking up on the bed and just kissing you and touching you hard. I heard finger-playing, so this pile it’s a little similar to pile 1. Maybe you guys should check it out. I was right! They’ll be addicted to you even now they are addicted to you no matter what. I can see that they’ll take their sweet ass time with you. Again they are into BDSM them being your Dom-Daddy so they are the Dom one!! You are the submissive one or it can be vice versa for some of you but most of you this is your Dom-daddy. They would want to do it all Rising and night!! So Woah 🤯. They’ll used protection with you. The biggest role you’ll be playing in their daydream fantasy is that you are their submissive partner. Let them have fun with you, while you sit back and enjoy yourself. Oh I can hear a sexy message from them. Oh my god 😱😱😱😱. Salute 🫡 to your husband. They’ll be very patient with you because maybe you are Virgin for some of you if you are. But most of you probably have a fear of intimacy that’s okay. Your husband will be patient with you, in their fantasy they are patient with you. I was right!! Sex outdoors. Oh my god I told you! Some of you might lose your virginity outdoors or your first intimacy again with them outside.

“I’m addicted to you, like I’m fucking simp for you baby. I don’t care what that shit makes me sound like but I am. I wish I can tell you all things. I wanna do it to you in person, because you make me feel very happy, I want you to lose your virginity to me, don’t lose it to nobody else but me. I’m your daddy and you should do what daddy said to do. I’ll be patient with you, whenever you're ready I’m ready to take off on you. This is your daddy speaking to you. Listen to me, look into my eyes. I wanna tell you a little secret, but promise me you won’t be mad at me. So I put a spell on you. Are you mad? Please don’t be mad 😠. Tell me where we can meet up and have passionate sex. We can go to a hotel suite. Besides paying for a hotel, let’s sneak into a hotel baby. Don’t fucking touch me, sit that fucking ass down. I’ll whip your ass if you move. Do you like getting choked out? I love it when your eyes roll back up. I wanna fuck you so hard until you lose out of breath. I’m a switcher. I don’t mind you dominating me baby, tell daddy what you want to do I’ll do it. You wanna bring other girls in the bedroom? Do you want me all to yourself? Daddy ain’t leaving no matter what. Can’t push me away. I want you to bite me, put your teeth marks on me. I wanna fuck you so hard!! The way you make love to me, you’re my everything. Your my fucking slut! Do as I say now. Don’t make me repeat myself. I fantasized about you putting that collar on. My little pet! I’ve been dreaming about this day. Are you ready? Or do you want me to wait till you get home to me?. I love it when your toes curls up, that means I’m doing a good job. We have a playful sex, while we making each other laugh. I love being goofy with you. I want to tied you up with anything a rope, handcuff, strings, and even a fucking wire I’ll tied you up with. I love seeing you in lingerie. I love your fucking breast, I don’t care if they are small. I’ll kiss them all.”

Pile 3: I can see that you are the dominant one! They love how you play hard to get!! Because I can see them just trying to get your attention and you just ignore them. Like whatever fuck you! Haha 😂 that shit just turns them on. Even if you are mad at them for real they’ll have rough sex with you. I can see that they’ll love having sex with you indoors more than outside. It's like a thing sometimes. I can see that you love strip teasing them. You fucking little devil 😈 yess!! I love it though! I can they love putting food on you, maybe some strawberries 🍓 or some cherry 🍒. Everything tastes good on you, that is exactly what they are saying right now. Calling them daddy turns them on. Even calling them your little bitch turns them on. I can see them being a little baby for you like mommy’s little boy. BDSM type. I swear they daydream about you sexually. So you play a role as their Dom! Temperance coming out makes me feel like you can balance them out. The devil 😈!! I swear man! Your husband has a big dick! Or some of you have a big clit! Haha 😂 so what cherish it! Your husband loves it. You are their submissive one, because you are their sex slave. I see that they wanna humiliate you in public. Even in the bedroom. They would want you to flirty talk them. I mean fucking curse they ass out in public or in the bedroom. I told you that even if you are mad at them, they’ll like that. They wanna lose track of time with you, Roleplaying with them. Oh sweet you are to them. 😏😏🥰. Music can set the mood for them. Oh okay so sometimes they would want you to be gentle and be light with the dirty talk. Haha 😂 maybe they aren’t much of a rough type of guy. I sense that your husband is a soft lover. So what. They like it, especially when you are playing hard to get with them. In the daydream you are their perfect fantasy. Ohh yess 🤤🤤🤫.

“Hey mama, Are you ovulating yet? I’m horny for you. I wanna get you pregnant already, I know you be in pain when you ovulating. So let me help you with that problem right now. Let me rub you down, you fucking tease, come on climb on this dick. Kiss 💋 on your neck, while you slowly moving back into bed. Let me finished eating, that kitty is so tight sorry for cum quickly. You wanna do it again. Do you want me wear a condom, or are you on the pill? I got a king size dick for you! Who’s your daddy? I’m your daddy right. Let grab your face look into my eyes 👀 I’ll tell you again who’s your daddy. Let me ball gag you now. Hush 🤫 my little puppy 🐶 don’t say another word. I don’t care if you are on top of me. So baby do you wanna take care of me. I’ll just laid back and let you take control of me. Take fucking charge of me baby. I don’t mind being on the bottom. I have plenty wet dreams about you, I can see you cumming on my dick in my dreams, even when I daydream about you. Moaning, dirty talking. Can I tell you a secret? I’m a man eater. That’s the secret 🤫 I love eating Pussy. Especially with your kitty I love fantasizing about yours a lot because you are my biggest fantasy and I have another secrets tell you. I have a crush on you bad. Oops 😬 lol 😂. I wanna give you magical orgasm, curl those toes baby. I want you put scars in my back, face and even on my ass I want you put your marks on me. Bring out the monster baby! FUCKING BRING IT OUT!! Let go of control, release your emotions on me whatever you are feeling take it out. I wanna swallow your cum and I want you to swallow mine. Can I choked you while you swallow my cum. I’m a beast baby.”

Pile 4: For this pile makes me feel like I’m their daydream you ain’t feeling them like that in the beginning. But I heard in my head that they’ll take action. Or if they aren’t feeling you, I can see you taking care of them when they are down. So even when they are feeling down they daydream about you taking care of them. Handling that fucking business baby! Wooo! I don’t get a bad vibe from this energy. I sense an uplift vibe. So you do play a role in their daydream 😶‍🌫️ I can see that. See! I can see them lifting you up and kissing 😽 you while you naked coming out the shower. I can see them picking up a flower 🌹 out of a garden or they found a flower 🌹 and they thought about you and they giving it to you. Very romantic 💝 husband some of you have. Such a sweetheart. I can see that in their daydream you are playing footie with them under the table. I heard them just now “You fucking tease.” You guys are big ass teases. Which is a good thing. You two share food together and they just try their hardest not to touch you but you touch them. I can see someone watching you two. Maybe some of you might be uncomfortable with that type of stuff but most of you won’t even care. Even with your husband they won’t care at all. I heard them again “Just look into my eyes.” So just look into their eyes and you’ll feel safe with them. Because when they look into yours they feel safe with you no matter what. When you two have sex in their daydream you give your husband healing energy. So you give them all the goods. You are giving them the best daydream of their life. I told you! Teasing them. It’s like they love a challenge they fucking love when you tease them and then hold yourself back. That shit ugh 😑 them but they fucking love it at the same time if that makes sense to you guys. They would want you to sit on their face and they would want to teabag yours. Oh my gosh! I can see they want you to take a shower with them and have some sexy ass shower sessions. Hot steamy 🧖‍♀️ session with them.. that what they exactly they fantasize about with you. They would love for you to humiliate them in front of everybody! Fucking humiliation so maybe P.D.A that what would love for you to do to them.

“Can I confess something to you, I’ve put something in your drink. I’ve been a bad boy. Why don’t you come over here and spank the shit out of me. Come on slap me in public, curse me out, fucking pull my hair. Push me against the wall. Oh should I push you up against the wall because I’m the boss. Listen to me, don't turn you on when I fired you. I want you to satisfy all my fantasies, or should I say you already do anyways. You don’t know what I wanna do to you. I have a fetish kinks. I want you stump on my jaw. Tell me what is your favorite fetish. I won’t tell anyone about it. This is between you and me. Oh gosh! You don’t know how bad you make me feel. Crazy isn’t it. I’m addicted to you, I’m simp for you heavily. I want you to lose your virginity to me. Tell me where we can meet up. I’ve been thinking about you like fuck me. Do me right now. Let’s go outside and have sex, I don’t care if people see us in public having sex. That’s none of their fucking business. Come to my job and surprise me with what you are going to do. You wanna do a little role play with me. I’m horny for you, thinking about you all the time. I have intense sexual cravings. Please don’t leave my daydream alone. I hate when I’m by myself. When you are here with me I feel safe. I don’t wanna face reality sometimes.”

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fear-is-truth · 6 months

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Hi! I've never really this before but I saw that you're requests were open! I was wondering if you could do Evans react to reader being taller than them? At least a few inches so it's distinguishable between them and reader or were they would have to tilt their head up, either way is good. There is not enough tall! Reader fanfics around 😭

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧. a/n ─ thank you so much for this ask, i had a lot of fun writing it! hope you like it :)

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𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧

tate is a big fan of forehead your kisses. goodness knows that he is touch-starved.

your height is just perfect for him to be the little spoon.

he's the type that’ll grab you down by the collar of your shirt or the nape of your neck and give you a kiss.

𝐊𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

he melts when you stand right behind him and drape your arms over his shoulders, face buried in his neck

julia and thomas loves to climb you as a tree, and kit thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

“eat your veggies, thomas. you wanna grow up as tall and strong like daddy, don’t you?”

“but i wanna be tall like mommy-”

“.. good point, kid. now let’s eat our veggies, yeah?”

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

james wouldn't mind that you're more than a few inches taller than him. in fact, he finds it only adds to your attractiveness.

he would spoil you with dozens of tailored dresses and extravagant ballroom gowns.

you wearing heels would drive him crazy.

he would constantly remind you how perfect your height was, in case you feel insecure.

“my darling, in your stature, i see the grace of a goddess walking among mere mortals. in your presence, in am endlessly enchanted by you.”

𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! 𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

he’s okay with guys taller than him, but a woman? unacceptable. his ego simply wouldn’t allow it.

he would resent the fact that he has to crane his neck just to look you in the eye.

he’d have you kneel in front of him so he could look down at you and feel superior. (i’m so sorry but this sounds like something he would totally do)

but then he’ll secretly fantasize about those damn long legs of yours. (he’s a total hypocrite)

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ! 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫

he really couldn't care less if you're taller than him; he loves you for the wonderful person you are.

if anyone ever insults you for your height, kyle wouldn’t hesitate to start a fight.

and if hurtful comments make you insecure, he'll immediatly comfort and let you know you're beautiful and perfect for him.

you constantly wear his clothes, and they actually fit quite well. basically, his wardrobe is joint property.

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✧. a/n ─ my apologies for not including & jimmy.. will update when i finish the season! pls excuse the crappy writing, english is not my first language.

✧. p.s ─i would love to hear your ideas! requests are open! lemme know if you want to be on my taglist 𖦹

#american horror story #kai anderson #evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker #james patrick march #kyle spencer #kai anderson x reader #tate langdon x reader #kit walker x reader #jpm x reader #kyle spencer x reader #ahs #kai anderson x y/n #tate langdon x y/n #kit walker x y/n #kyle spencer x y/n #the evans headcanons

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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Since it’s the anniversary of Jackson’s death I kinda want Ava saying he’s her imaginary friend because kids can see ghost better then we adults can and Lucy explains to her who he is

I’m sorry this is so late but I did want to do this one! I hope you like it!

Since it’s the anniversary of Jackson’s death I kinda want Ava saying he’s her imaginary friend because kids can see ghost better then we adults can and Lucy explains to her who he is

Ghost

Lucy walks by Ava’s room to see her sitting in her rocking chair smiling and laughing. Lucy pauses outside her door and watches her daughter. She is five now and has the best imagination. Ava gets up and holds her hand out to the air, and giggles and turns around jumping and leaping. She sees Lucy and runs over to grab her hand. “Whatcha doing Ava?” Lucy asks her. Ava giggles and leads Lucy to the rocking chair.

“My friend and I were just playing.” Ava says proudly. Lucy tilts her head at her daughter curiously.

“What friend Aves?” She asks her. Ava licks her lips and points to the corner where her toy bin is.

“He says his name is Jackson.” She says. Lucy heart nearly stops as Ava continues not noticing Lucy’s face.

“He says he wants to be my friend because I remind him of you.” She says and Lucy has to swallow down the sob that is about to come out.

There’s no way Ava can see Jackson.

But yet…

She glances at the unicorn calendar on Ava’s wall and swallows again. How did she not realize?

September 26th.

The day Jackson was so brutally and senselessly murdered.

“Mommy? What’s wrong?” Ava asks and Lucy wipes a tear from her cheek and holds out her arms for Ava. Ava comes and crawls on Lucy’s lap. She reaches out and brushes a tear from her cheek.

“What’s wrong? Jackson doesn’t want you to cry!” Ava says again sounding almost panicked and Lucy kisses her cheek.

“Oh baby. It’s um—Jackson was my friend a long time ago. H-he died today many years ago.” She says and she’s not sure how a five year old can comprehend that. Hell sometimes she still can’t believe Jackson is gone.

“Oh.” Says Ava. “He didn’t tell me that.” Lucy chokes out a laugh and puts her chin on Ava’s head.

“Maybe he didn’t want to upset you Aves.” She says quietly. “He was a very good friend.”

Ava is quiet for a few minutes. “What was he like mommy?” Lucy sucks in a breath. It’s not that she didn’t think of Jackson, but sometimes it was hard to think about him. And everything that could have been, should have been. He should be here.

“We went through the police academy together. Along with uncle John. And he was my best friend. He was kind and thoughtful. He was smart and he was going to make a great police officer.”

“Like daddy is.” Ava says. Lucy has to bite back a laugh remembering how much she complained about Tim to Jackson. He probably would have been shocked at first to know they got together, got married and had four kids. But then he would have been supportive and maybe a little more than smug.

“Yes baby. Daddy is my best friend but not at first.” She says and Ava makes an offended noise.

“Jackson helped me through a lot. We went through a lot together.” She says. “We were thicker than thieves.”

“Do you miss him?” Ava asks. Lucy nods and kisses her head again.

“Yeah I do.” She says. “You would have loved him Ava. He would have spoiled you rotten.” Ava grins up at her.

“I wish I could have met him when he was alive.” She says. “He sounds fun.” Lucy nods and Ava slips off her lap suddenly. She goes back to the corner and leans in, a grin on her face as she turns back to Lucy.

“He says he loves and misses you.” Ava says and Lucy stands up to go over to where Ava is. She bends down on her knee and looks at to where she thinks Jackson is.

“Miss and love you too Jackson.” She says quietly and Ava hugs her tightly.

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Later that day, Lucy drives out to the cemetery alone. She finds Jackson’s grave and lays the flowers on it.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here much.” She says. “You deserve better than that. But I miss you man. It took my five year old daughter seeing your ghost to make my heart ache at how much I miss you.”

She bends down and wipes some dirt off the grave. “I will do better Jackson. I promise. You would love Ava. She’s so.. wild. And Daisy is a gentle soul. And Levi is a mama’s boy and so sweet and June.. she’s amazing. And Tim.. he’s the love of my life. Are you surprised? I fell in love with my hard ass training officer. But he’s worth it.”

“That’s good to know.” Says a voice behind her. She straightens up and turns around to see Tim. Ava, Daisy, Levi and June who are in their double stroller. Ava and Daisy are holding flowers. And Tim is holding a tiny police car.

“Hi.” She says making her way over to her family. She lifts Levi up and Tim grabs June placing her on his hip.

“Ava told me about her friend Jackson. And then I remembered today was..I figured this is where you would be.”

She smiles at him and leans in to kiss him. “I just needed to talk to him.” She says and Tim pulls her close. “I miss him.” Tim kisses her on the top of the head.

“I know you do baby.” He says. “I’m glad you had him in your life.”

“Me too.” She replies. “Now what did you guys bring Jackson?” Ava bounces up to the grave first and puts her flowers on gently.

“Come visit me again okay?” She whispers loudly. “I love you.” Lucy looks at Tim who is staring at Ava with awe. Daisy goes next, her little three year old voice quiet.

“I brought daisies cause that’s my name.” Daisy says. She backs away and Lucy smiles at her as she backs into Lucy’s legs. Tim fidgets with the car and looks over at Lucy a guilty expression on his face.

“I wish I had treated him better.” He says. Lucy leans up to kiss him.

“He knows.” She says. “I know he does.” Tim smiles and goes to lay the car on Jackson’s grave, June still in his arms.

He backs up to Lucy and she leans close to him again. Ava at Tim’s side, Daisy at Lucy’s and the twins in their arms.

Lucy knows if Jackson were still alive he would have been a huge part of the family. And standing here right now, Lucy can feel him and she knows she will always have an angel watching over her.

When they turn to go, the sun is setting and it’s a beautiful orange and pink. And Lucy knows Jackson painted that just for them.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #chenford fanfic #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

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aidansplaguewind · 9 months

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Riding Out the Storm

So, I previously posted this on AO3 but I went through it and fixed it up quite a bit. Made it more descriptive and what not. Trust me when I say I improved it BIG TIME. I haven't updated it on AO3 yet though. Figured I'd post it in case anyone wanted to check it out. (Sansa is 18 in this one in case anyone has an underage issue.)

I dunno man, I think I made it pretty hot and I usually don't feel that way about my own smut. You tell me.

RATED - E (as in Explicit, not for Everyone)

WORD COUNT - 6385

Sansa has gone to stay with her Aunt Lysa and Uncle Petyr over summer vacation at their beach house. But, instead of fun in the sun, a hurricane hits. Lysa decided to ride out the storm by popping pills and sleeping through it, leaving Petyr and Sansa alone to ride it out their own way. (I literally wrote this during a hurricane.)

"This is so boring, I can't stand it. I’m literally about to lose my mind.”

Petyr looked at his eighteen-year-old niece over the top of his book. She was sitting in the arm chair across from his, squirming in her seat, and checking her phone every five minutes. “If you keep using that phone without charging it you’re gonna get a hell of a lot more bored once the power goes out. Read a book, I have plenty.”

“Who reads anymore?”

“Beg my pardon, you're right, I imagine your generation wouldn't bother to even learn to read if not for texting.” She snarled her nose at him but he didn't mind. Didn't care at all if he offended her delicate sensibilities. “I don't care what you do, just stop complaining.”

Outside the wind was picking up, the rain coming down harder, and they could see it all through the clear plastic shutters that were covering all of the windows. There was a pretty massive hurricane sitting in the Atlantic, on the way straight toward them, the current conditions being brought in from the outer bands. Petyr imagined his wife's niece, Sansa, had never dreamed coming to stay with her aunt for a few weeks would result in their current situation. No, she likely had fantasies of fun in the sun, beach days, and relaxing in the hammock. Her boyfriend had even planned to come visit her for a few days but that wasn't going to happen, at least not until after the storm had passed. All flights in and out had been canceled.

He said nothing as she got up and plugged her phone into the charger, his eyes following her across the room. She was wearing white cotton shorts that barely covered her bottom and a blue spaghetti strap top and he wondered why she wore clothing like that in front of him if she didn't want him looking. And she didn't want him looking, or at least that's what she had told him. What was it that she had said? Pervert. Yeah, that's what she had called him when she noticed him glance at her ass. He hadn't meant for his eyes to linger but her skirt had been so short and she had bent over right in front of him, her ass almost in full view. He was only a man, how could he not look?

“When are Robin and Lysa getting up?” she asked, plopping back down onto the chair.

“No time soon, I imagine. She wants to sleep through it and I don't intend to stop her.” Lysa had taken enough Xanax to sleep through their house blowing away, and Robin, the spoiled mommy’s boy that he was, would stay in bed with her.

“What do you wanna do?”

“I want to keep reading my book.”

“Ugh...come on. Amuse me.”

What a little cunt. As if it were his responsibility to keep her occupied. “What would you have me do, Miss Stark?”

She shrugged, tucking a stray strand of perfect, red hair behind her ear. “I dunno. You wanna play a game or something?”

Petyr sighed, closed his book and placed it on the coffee table in front of them, resigned to the fact that he wouldn't be getting any reading done if Sansa Stark had anything to say about it. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Fine. What sort of game did you have in mind?”

“Um...naked twister?” she laughed, obviously finding herself hilarious. She'd caught him looking at her ass once and now she figured he wanted her and meant to taunt him for it.

It was true, he did want her, but he would not be bested by an eighteen-year-old girl. “I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have the game,” he answered, unfazed.

She shook her head, a sardonic smile on her lips. “I was kidding.”

“I'm well aware.”

“Ooook." Her eyes widened as though he were being ridiculous. "So what do you wanna play?”

“You tell me, it was your idea, Sweetling.”

“How about Truth or Dare?”

Truth or Dare. There was a game he hadn't played in years. In truth the only games he played any more were those of the mind. Fuck it. Why not? What could she possibly ask him that would be too revealing? Even so, he was a very good liar. “Fine.”

“Okay.” She got up from the chair and moved to sit on the sofa. “Come sit by me.”

He looked at her, eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“I wanna be able to see your eyes, so I can tell if you're lying or not.”

Petyr fought against laughter that threatened to erupt. Little fool, I'm a master fucking manipulator. But she didn't need to know that, so he moved from his own chair and sat down beside her on the sofa. She pulled her legs up so that her knees were bent and she was facing him. “Is that better?” he asked.

“Sure. Now who should go first?”

He gave a small shrug. “I'll be the guinea pig I suppose, why not?”

“Okay, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Wimp.”

“Why?”

“Truth is the safe way to go.”

“Is it?” He stared into her blue eyes, challenging her to disagree. For he knew that truths could be incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.

She looked away quickly. “Fine...lemme think.” She fiddled with her necklace for a moment, running the little golden heart back and forth across the chain, before an idea dawned on her and her attention snapped back to his face. “I heard you got into a bad fight with my uncle over my mother when you guys were around my age and he totally kicked your ass. Is it true?”

“It's true,” Petyr admitted but ‘kicked his ass’ wasn't the phrase he'd use to describe it. “He nearly killed me.” She hadn't asked that but he offered the knowledge anyway. Let her hear how brutal her own family can be, let her empathize with me. Whatever it took to get her where he wanted her.

“Yeah...I heard you have a huge scar across your chest. Is that true?”

Petyr grinned and shook his head. “It's your turn now, not mine. Truth or Dare?”

"You suck," she pouted and Petyr couldn't stop his gaze from traveling from her eyes down to her luscious bottom lip. Reflexively he ran his tongue across his own bottom lip and then bit down on it. He was well aware that women found him adorable when he bit his bottom lip. When his eyes returned to hers they were wide and a rosy pink had colored her cheeks and he flashed her a devilish grin. He would use everything in his arsenal, every trick in the book.

She swallowed and looked down at her hands. “Um...truth, I guess.”

“Is it true that you're only dating Joffrey Baratheon because his family is famous and he's the most desired boy in the world?” Petyr asked.

Her chin dropped and her mouth hung open in feigned shock. “No. No, never. Joffrey’s... he's…”

“He's what?” Everyone knew the kid was a prick and he watched her stumble to find something nice to say about him. She couldn't. Sansa was the girl who wanted to date the cutest and most popular boy in school, even if that boy was an asshole. She would imagine he'd fall hopelessly in love with her and change his ways just for her. She was young, naive, and selfish. Unrealistically idealistic. He knew exactly who she was because he had once been the same person, mistaking infatuation for love. “You're a bad liar, Sansa.”

She was about to object when all of the lights went out and they were left in complete darkness. They had been so busy with their little game that neither of them had noticed that the winds outside were howling, the rain beating against the windows. If Petyr had bothered to keep a television on he would have known where the storm was but had decided early on that he wasn't going to get wrapped up into the hysteria. It was coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Do you think the lights will come back on?” Sansa asked. As if in answer to her question, a gust of wind slammed against the front door and the pressure of it could be felt physically.

“I don't think so. Stay here, I'll go get some candles.”

Petyr left her alone on the sofa, using the light from his cellphone to guide him to the kitchen. He grabbed a few candles from the cabinet above the stove, a flashlight, and a bottle of wine. Fuck it. There was nothing else to do. He found the corkscrew in a drawer and returned to the living room to sit the candles on the coffee table. In this case it was a lucky thing he smoked because it meant he always had a lighter in his pocket. Once they were lit a soft glow enveloped him and Sansa, and he noticed an uneasiness in her eyes as he sat back down beside her.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah. The wind...it's so loud. The whistling is kinda creepy.”

How cute, she was frightened of the storm. “I don't mind it but I grew up in a rainy, windy area. I actually find it rather comforting.”

“Really?”

“Mmm.” He popped the cork on the bottle of wine and drank straight from the bottle, passing it to Sansa after.

She reached for it but hesitated. “But...I’m not old enough.”

“Close enough. Don't pretend you’ve never drank before, I'm not stupid and I may look old but I used to be a teenager too. Besides, it might help you relax.” She smiled, a sweet, innocent smile and Petyr felt the corner of his mouth twitch to match. Her fingers brushed his as she took the bottle and that small touch made his skin tingle and burn.

“So...do you wanna finish playing the game?” she asked after a hearty swig.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, it was your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” He was suddenly feeling a bit adventurous. What could she possibly dare him to do in their current circumstances anyway?

“I dare you to take off your shirt...and undershirt! If you're wearing one.”

Petyr wasn't sure what to say for a moment. It definitely wasn't the dare he saw coming. “Why?”

“Does it matter why? I dared you to.”

He grabbed the wine bottle from her and took a long draught before sitting it on the table. He wasn't particularly shy, no it wasn't that, he just didn't really want to show her the long scar that ran the length of his torso, from his collar bone to his navel, and he was almost certain that's why she wanted him bare.

“Just remember,” he said as he began to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt. “Paybacks are a bitch.” She raised her eyebrows at him challengingly. Little girl, don't get in over your head. Surely she didn't understand the dangers and implications of undressing a fully grown man. If she did she may have rethought her dare. Too late now, little one. He finished with the buttons of his shirt and shrugged it off, then pulled the white t-shirt he wore under it over his head and watched as her eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my God...I had- I didn't know-”

“It's fine!" He cut her off. Her words sounded a lot like pity and he hadn't the stomach for pity. "It's been healed for many, many years.”

She reached towards him and instinctively he grabbed her wrist before her fingers made contact with the raised pink flesh, causing her to flinch. He hadn't meant to grab her too roughly or hurt her, it was just a reflex. Nevertheless, he held onto her. In truth he very much liked the idea of her tiny fingers roaming his bare chest. “I believe it's your turn.”

Her blue eyes locked onto his in surprise. Has she already forgotten we were playing a game?

“Um...yeah. I pick truth.”

Petyr released his grip on her wrist and she pulled her arm back against her chest. For a moment he just looked at her, noting that all her usual cockiness had seemed to fade after realizing that he could hurt her if he wished to. Sansa was a tall girl, exactly the same height as Petyr, and she sauntered around in front him as though she was untouchable and unattainable, but now she surely realized that though he was not a big man in stature, he was still a man, and he was lean and strong and he could pin her down if he so desired. But Petyr wasn't interested in taking her by force for it would be much more satisfying to make her desire him. To want him. Before the night was over, she would be begging for his cock.

What truth could he ask her to break her down? To put her in her place? A sinful grin spread across his face. Sex. She clearly loved the attention her beautiful, young body got her but if he knew anything about teenagers, it was that they hated being reminded of their sexual inexperience and inferiority. They had the bodies of adults but were still children and tended to get quite defensive when one reminded them of that. “Alright, I have a question for you. Are you still a virgin?”

In the dim light of the candles he could just barely make out the blush spreading across her cheeks. “No! No way, I have a boyfriend.”

Petyr couldn't contain a soft chuckle. “You're lying.”

“No. I'm not. I've done it tons of times.”

“Oh? What's your favorite position?”

She shook her head. “It's not my turn anymore.”

“I wasn't asking a Truth, I was just asking. Do you like it rough or soft and slow?"

Her cheeks flushed crimson, matching her hair. “It's your turn,” she insisted, still avoiding the question.

It didn't matter. He could always tell when people were lying, he had learned to note the signs. Or tells. Lack of eye contact, fidgeting, a twitch of their lips. She was exhibiting all of these. “Fine. Truth.”

Sansa took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip. “Do you...did you...um…”

“Come on, out with it.”

“Do you like looking at me?” she asked, avoiding his gaze. “I've seen you look at me.”

And just like that, a jolt of arousal burned through his stomach and down through his groin. “I recall. And you called me a pervert.”

“I didn't mean it,” she said softly, shaking her head. “Not really. It's just what everyone else says when an old- I mean...older guy looks at a teenage girl.”

“You meant old.”

“No! I didn't... I mean that's what other people say but I don't think you're old.” This was certainly a turn of events. For once, not at all what he was expecting. “If I told my friends they would think it was creepy and gross because you're so much older and you're my uncle but...I kind of like it when you look at me.”

Another jolt of arousal, this time shooting straight to his cock. Such a sweet, delicious little confession. “I'm not your uncle through blood,” he quickly reminded her. She finally looked into his eyes and hers looked so innocent and vulnerable that he physically ached.

“So...you still haven't answered. Do you like to? Ya know...look at me?”

If he said no he would be lying and he couldn't bring himself to lie to her, not about this, not with the fear of rejection written all over her face. Not when the truth could possibly allow him a taste of her supple, young fruit. He softened his tone and spoke barely above a whisper, “Yes, sweetheart, I do. Very much.”

A sweet smile played on her lips, followed by another blush. “It's my turn now.” She was embarrassed and trying to move away from the topic now but Petyr's curiosity was piqued and he was getting her exactly where he wanted her. If she liked him looking at her, what else might she like?

“Truth or Dare?” he asked, his heart racing in anticipation.

“Truth.”

“Do you ever look at me?”

“I'm looking at you right now.”

“You know what I mean, Sweetling.” He was taking a gamble, he knew, just because she enjoyed the attention of him lusting after her did not mean the feeling was mutual but there was only one way to find out. “Do you find me attractive, Sansa?” He was a good looking man, he knew, slender and lean with dark hair greying at his temples, but teenagers were usually attracted to other teenagers.

“Yeah...I guess I do," she admitted, her eyes cast downward, no doubt afraid to look into his.

Her confession sent another jolt through Petyr and his cock was beginning to throb. Every sane part of him screamed to end their little game immediately before he completely sexually frustrated himself but the part of him that didn't care said keep going. “Truth,” he answered before she even had time to ask the question.

She lifted her head, finding the courage to make eye contact. “Have you ever thought about...like...doing things to me?”

Was he imagining it or had she scooted closer to him? There was hardly room to breathe between them, with her knees still bent, her shins just barely grazed his thigh. “Yes.”

“What kinds of things?”

His heart was hammering against his ribs now, his every nerve tingling in anticipation. He wanted to jump on her like a fucking wild animal in heat and just take her but that wouldn't do. He had to tread carefully. Slowly he inhaled a breadth of air, calming himself, and slowly exhaled. “Things you’re too young to hear about.”

“I'm not too young. I think about things too.”

“Oh?" So much for calm. "What kinds of things?” Had she too imagined her legs over his shoulders as he pumped into her? Had she slid her digits through her silken, wet slit and imagined it was his tongue instead?

“You were supposed to answer first, it's your turn.”

Petyr turned his body more, to face hers, and whilst doing so took the opportunity to place his hand on her bare leg. She wiggled a bit but didn't shake him off. Her skin was so very soft and supple and he couldn't stop himself from gently rubbing his fingers over her. “Do you want to know if I've thought about kissing you?” he asked.

Her eyes had snapped to where his hand now rested on her bare skin, fixated. It looked as though she struggled to lift them to meet his own. “Yes... and anything else.”

“You wanna know if I've imagined fucking you?” She nodded, biting that kissable bottom lip of hers. “Yes...and yes.” His hand seemed to have a mind of its own, moving around her leg and up to the inside of her thigh. Her skin was even softer there. His cock, now hard and throbbing, was straining against his pants. “What have you imagined, sweetheart?”

“I- I um…” Her face was flushed and her voice sounded strained as he continued running his fingers along the inside of her thigh.

“Don't be shy.”

“I...imagined kissing you.”

“What else?” His fingers now toyed with the edge of her shorts and he was hyper-aware of every change in her demeanor. Her breathing, while barely audible, was more shallow and quick and her perky tits were rising and falling in rapid succession. The conversation, the sound of his voice mixed with his touch, was turning her on and he was inwardly delighted at this victory.

“I've imagined you touching me.”

“Where, Sweetling?” he asked, his voice a seductive whisper.

“Um…” Her eyelids fluttered and her voice came out as a soft sigh. The evidence of her arousal made his cock ache with longing.

“Truth or Dare, Sansa?”

“Dare,” she whispered and Petyr almost burst with excitement.

“I dare you to let me kiss you.”

Her eyes met his, looking both uncertain and curious. “What about Aunt Lysa?”

“She's taken enough Xanax to knock out a bull. She's not going to wake up.”

“No, I mean...don't you love her?”

He brought his hands to her face then, gently cupping and caressing the line of her jaw. “Not the way I love you.” In truth he didn't love Lysa at all. Did he love Sansa? Perhaps, but more than anything he wanted to taste her and bury himself inside her and he would say whatever he needed to achieve that. “May I kiss you?”

She barely had time to utter consent before Petyr leaned forward and captured her mouth with his own and her immediate sigh was music to his ears. He forced himself to move slowly, even though his body was alight with need, longing to take her fast and hard. Longing for relief. Her lips moved against his innocently, clumsy and inexperienced as they were, but he didn't care. He would teach her, he would mold her to fit him. Carefully, he ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, willing her to open for him. When her lips parted he took his chance and slipped his tongue between them, softly stroking her own.

She was all softness and warmth and tasted of the wine they had just shared. She was delicious and he couldn't contain the moan that escaped him. His fingers traced down the line of her neck and she whimpered into his mouth and her own hands found their way to his bare chest. Petyr was losing all sense of reason as he devoured her, his heart pounded wildly against his chest, and his cock had become an insistent, aching reminder of how badly he wanted her. When her thumb brushed across his nipple he hissed in a breath and broke their kiss, pulling just far away enough to search the deep blue pools of her eyes.

“Uncle Petyr…”

“Yes?”

“I dare you to touch me.”

Oh fuck. “I didn't choose dare, Sweetling.” He was teasing her, of course, he would gladly touch her.

Her hands went to his hips, urging him closer. “Uncle Petyr, please.”

Please was all it took for him to slip his hands under the hem of her shirt. He reclaimed her lips as his deft fingers found the clasp of her bra and had it loose in seconds. She moaned into his mouth when his hands cupped her breasts, a soft cry of ecstasy, and it took every ounce of Petyr's self control to go slowly. All of her little moans and sighs were going straight to his cock. When he found her nipples and began gently tweaking them between his fingers, she arched into him reflexively, her thighs spreading. He took the opportunity to get between them and push her back onto the sofa, pressing himself against her. He could feel the warmth radiating from her core, even through their layers of clothing, and was unable to stop himself from grinding his erection against her, relishing in the friction.

Sansa broke their kiss and looked at him and Petyr felt stunned, as if being awakened from a trance. Her eyes were glazed and the blue even darker than before, although behind them was a tinge of worry. “What's wrong, Sweetling?”

“I lied earlier.” Her voice was a whisper. “About having done it before. I've never….never really done anything.”

He had known. Of course he had known but a part of him was hoping she would try to maintain the lie until the very end, until he was already buried deep inside her and felt how tight she was. What sort of monster would he be now, with it out in the open, to take this little girl's virginity on the sofa as his wife slept upstairs? “I know and we don't have to do anything, we can stop right now,” but even as he said it, he rocked his hips into her and began tracing her jaw with soft kisses, down until he reached that sweet spot just below. A sharp intake of breath from her and a thrust back against him was enough to spur him on.

A monster indeed.

One of his hands left her breasts and snaked down between them where he slowly eased his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties. “Mmhmm,” he moaned into her neck as he found her slit already slick with need. “So wet.” When he slipped a finger through her folds she whimpered and her hands went to his chest, her fingers gripped his chest hair tightly and the pull stung but he didn't mind.

He moved his finger up and down her folds slowly, torturously, making sure to circle her little nub rhythmically. Even without direct pressure she was already moaning and wiggling beneath him, her breaths quick and shallow. Fuck, she's so wet. He wanted nothing more than to yank her bottoms off and sink into her balls deep, to take her fast and rough. But waiting was a sweet kind of torture.

“Do you want me to stop, Sansa?” He would, if she insisted, but he was going to persuade her. He was very good at persuasion.

“No. No please, don't.” Her reply was strained, he couldn't believe how responsive she was to the slightest touch from him.

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?” he asked, as he began to fully rub her clit, applying real pressure.

She bucked her hips against his hand as a breathy “No” escaped her lips.

He continued to play with her breasts with one hand as his other worked her below and when he finally slipped his finger into her entrance he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her cry. She was so tight, more than one finger was going to hurt her a little but he was going to try to make it as painless as possible. Perhaps he wasn't a complete monster.

He fucked her with the one finger, making sure the bottom of his palm continuously rubbed on her nub, and she came undone beneath him. Writhing and bucking, one of her hands clawed at his bare side the other tangled in his hair. Petyr was enjoying every minute of it, even though he was sure his cock was about to burst out of his pants. He could almost cum from just watching her lose control.

“Mm...p-p..” she was trying to say something against his mouth. He eased up a bit to allow it. “Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please...fas-faster.”

He grinned against her lips as he shifted his hand to slide another finger inside. He went slowly at first, stretching her open, getting her used to the feel of something bigger, and she winced but didn't tell him to stop. After a few moments she began moaning again, soft whimpers of pleasure, so he picked up the pace.

“Do you like that?” he whispered into her ear.

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you like the way your Uncle Petyr fucks you?” She bucked wildly against him and he felt her walls beginning to contract. She was close. “Cum for me, Sweetling. Cum for Uncle Petyr.” As if his words alone willed it, and maybe they did, she moaned loudly. Her back arched and her inner walls gripped his fingers, pulling them even deeper as she came around them. Petyr gently nipped at her neck and massaged her breasts as she peaked and then began to come down from her high, praying she wouldn't change her mind now that her initial need was sated.

He decided he wouldn't give her time to. He pushed her shirt and bra up to reveal her naked breasts, beautiful pale mounds ripe for a feast and he dipped his head, taking each nipple into his mouth in turn. Her skin tasted like heaven, sweet and musty and entirely her own; he could have stayed between them forever but he had a more pressing matter at hand. She was already responding again, soft little mews and pants that were driving him mad with lust. He pulled up from her and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her bottoms, stilling for a moment to see if she would object. She didn't. She looked up at him with those innocent blue eyes, waiting, and closed her knees to make it easier for him to get them down.

Without hesitation he pulled them down, tossing them carelessly across the room. Just as quickly he kicked off his shoes and pulled his own pants and boxers off, his cock springing forth, finally free of its constraints. He got back onto the sofa on his knees, placing a hand on each of her own and spreading them back open.

“Jesus…” Her little cunt was so perfect and glistening in the light of the candles from her juices. Just a taste. Petyr watched her face, her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and her eyes darted away from his own. Clearly no one had ever looked at her this way before but she had nothing to be ashamed of. She was perfect. He quickly dipped his head and ran his tongue up the length of her slit, resulting in a surprise gasp from her. He had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He wanted to devour her for hours, make her exhausted with pleasure until her legs shook and she had to fight for air but he also desperately wanted to be inside her. He settled for a few laps with his tongue and a suckle at her clit before getting up and leaning over her, his cock nestling itself between her folds. Her wet heat caused him to buck against her.

“Ooh,” she whimpered.

“Are you okay?” he asked, bringing his face to her own.

She nodded. “It looks big.”

It? His cock. He hadn't even noticed her looking at it but surely she had, it was likely the only one she had ever seen in person. “Thank you for stroking my ego, Sweetling.”

“Can I...can I get a better look at it? Can I touch it?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

He lifted his body off her so she could look down between them where his member lay snug against her sex. He was rigidly hard and his head an angry red. Would she find it ugly? He watched as her tiny hand reached down and she ran her fingers along his length. “Mmm,” he moaned at the contact.

“Does it feel good?”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I might now,” she replied with a sweet smile. “It's so soft but...so hard.”

"Do you like my cock, baby?" he asked, biting that bottom lip of his again in that adorable way that he did.

She blushed an even deeper shade of crimson and smiled. "Yes."

He hummed proudly. "Hmmm, good girl." Very slowly he began rocking his hips, allowing himself to slide through her slit, and she watched with apt fascination until her head fell back and she whimpered from the friction. Petyr himself felt every nerve alighting in his body and he wasn't even inside her yet. “Are you ready?” he asked.

She could only nod, her breathing heavy and loud, lost to the sensation of his manhood stroking her most sensitive spot.

Petyr inwardly rejoiced as he pressed his chest down against hers and kissed her heartily and hungrily. She met his kiss with equal fervor as he took his cock in hand and aligned himself with her entrance. He gave a slight push and he felt her entire body tense beneath him. “Try to relax, Sweetling. It will hurt less if you do.” He truly had no desire to hurt her and didn't understand how any man could enjoy such a thing. It was far more pleasurable to give pleasure.

She nodded but as he began pushing further in, stretching her all the way out, tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes. She was so tight, her body instinctively pushed back against the foreign intrusion, and Petyr had to give a few deep, hard thrusts to fully stretch her open for him, until he was all the way inside.

His hips stilled for a moment. "Oooh, holy fuck!" He groaned at the sensation of finally being fully sheathed, his cock twitched within her and he knew if he wasn't careful he would cum far more quickly than he wanted to. Fuck she's so fucking tight, fuck! He wouldn't normally have to worry about that sort of thing but she was so fucking tight and the anticipation had been building inside him for far longer than that night.

She was shaking, crying, and he cupped her face gently kissing away the tears. “Relax, the hard part is over now.”

He captured her lips with his own as he began to slowly pull out and push back in, a gentle, rhythmic rocking of his hips. As he did so, he placed one hand on her breast and the other he placed over where their bodies joined and began working at that tender, little nub. His body wanted so much more, his breathing laboured, fighting the natural urge to start pounding into her.

“Fuck...you feel so good, sweetheart.” She whimpered at his words. “So wet...so tight around my cock.”

“Oooh.” Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, her eyes heavy. His words were fueling her desire. The sound of his voice relaxing her muscles and opening her up beneath him.

"That's it, sweetheart, open up." He could feel her walls relaxing around him as he pushed in and out of her, could feel her getting wetter as he worked her clit. “Do you like the way my cock feels, Sweetling?”

“Oh my God," she panted. So responsive to the sound of his voice. "F-fuck...yes.”

He moved his hand from her breast and used it to prop himself up, allowing a new angle, allowing him to go deeper. “Does my voice turn you on?”

“Yes...don't stop.” Her breaths were becoming quicker, her head rolled back against the arm of the sofa, her own hands replaced his and kneaded at her breasts.

Petyr began to pick up the pace with each thrust. “Does my little girl like the way I fuck her?” She grinded against him at his words. “Ooh fuck...that's it. Such a good girl.”

Sweat broke out on his brow as he pumped into her. The sounds of their joining was intoxicating, the gush of her juices every time he thrust back in, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass. He wanted to keep talking to her but he was losing it. “Mmm...fuuuuck...so good.”

Finally she said it. “Faster.”

He wasted no time, his hips responding to her demand immediately and she began bucking up into him, meeting his thrusts. He wanted her to cum again so desperately but he wasn't going to last much longer at the new frantic pace. His body collapsed on top of her and he hooked his arms underneath hers as he continuously moved his hips, deep and hard. “Your pussy feels so good,” he purred, his lips now at her ear. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh...oooh, Petyr don't stop.” Her hands went to his head, pulling and yanking his hair but he didn't mind.

“Mmm...oh fuuuck baby I’m gonna cum.”

And he did, he couldn't stop it. Every nerve in his body lit up, his veins sung with pleasure, as he went over the edge, lighting up every limb down to his toes. His vision went white. He tried to pull out, he really did, but as soon as he came, she came too, and her walls gripped him, pulling him back in and milking him for every drop.

“Oooh...oh fuuuuck,” he cried as his cock twitched and jerked inside her.

For a few moments they laid there, their breaths evening out, minds clearing. When Petyr could think clearly again the dread of what had just happened ebbed its way into his mind. “Sansa...I'm so sorry,” he said, his voice muffled against her skin where his head was nestled in the crook of her neck.

“Sorry for what?”

“I meant to pull out.”

“No, Petyr...it's okay. My mom put me on the pill cuz I have really bad periods. It helps.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I promise. There's nothing to worry about.”

Relief spread through his body and he smiled into her neck. Finally he pusehd himself up to where he could look at her and she blushed from the eye contact, biting her bottom lip. “You're beautiful.”

“No I'm not.”

“Stop. You know you are.” She shook her head, looking a bit sad and Petyr was taken aback. For someone who always acted so confident she surely didn't seem so now. “By the time I'm done with you you're going to believe me.”

“You're not done with me?”

“Only if you want me to be.” She smiled and shook her head again, all innocence and vulnerability.

“Well,” he said, moving a strand of hair away from her face and tucking it gingerly behind her ear. “This isn't at all how I expected this evening to go.”

“Me neither.”

For the first time in a while Petyr noticed the wind howling outside. “I completely forgot there was a hurricane going on outside.”

“What hurricane?”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips. Neither of them had moved yet and she didn't seem to mind.

“I think this is definitely the way to ride out a storm,” she giggled against his lips.

“Ride? I can show you how to ride out the storm.”

She laughed and ruffled his hair with her fingers and he was lost.

#petyr baelish #littlefinger #petyr x sansa #p x s #fan fiction #mine #it's smut #i might start doing rewrites to my fics and fixing them fr fr #now that i see how much better i made this one

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