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wlwloverwrites · 10 months

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Home Gym

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, slight mention of sweat? in a sexy way, thigh riding, nipple play, light biting kink, normal things used as sex toy, smut, small amounts of fluff, oral sex, fingering, shower sex (18+)

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You knew what your girlfriend was doing before you unlocked the front door. The walls rumbled with repeating vibrations. Her upbeat music she only ever played when she was working out echoed in the hallway. Your neighbors hardly complained… at least not about the music. They have complained about other loud noises coming your shared apartment.

You remember the first time they knocked on your door.

Sweat was beginning to build on your hairline, your robe was falling off your shoulder, and your feet were cold stepping on the hardwood floors. You opened the door to see your very uncomfortable neighbor, right away you knew they heard. You were mortified when they asked you keep it down. You gasped when they admitted your ‘rather loud noises’ had been a reoccurring problem. Genuine sorries fell past your mouth but were interrupted with a rather smug Kate.

Kate’s arms slipped around your waist while her lips found your bare shoulder. She kissed over the forming marks on your heated skin. She didn’t pay any attention to the same neighbor she sometimes helped carry groceries up the stairs. That neighbor was now bright red once they realized Kate was nude, completely unbothered. You said your rushed goodbyes and failed at keeping the noise down.

Your jingling keys did nothing to signal to your girlfriend that you were home. Their sound swallowed by the music Kate added to her ‘Gym’ playlist. After settling down, you found yourself taking a peek into her gym. She noted that the extra bedroom in your apartment would be the perfect place to work out. Your eyes trail over her body.

Her arms are glistening with sweat. Fly away hairs are glued to her forehead and her cheeks are flushed red. You watch as her necklaces dangle in the air with each push up. Her form is impressive, she makes it look easy. Staring at her lips you can see her counting under her breath, the last number falls past her lips with a loud sigh. She gets up to sit on her bench. She leans to get her water bottle and that’s when she sees you.

“Hey baby,” she says with a smile, setting her bottle down and lowering the music with her phone.

“Hi Kate.”

“How was your day?” She spreads her legs just an inch, welcoming you between them as you make your way over to her to greet her with a soft kiss.

“Was okay,” you hum against her lips, giggling softly when you feel her wandering hands.

“You look pretty, baby. Those are nice jeans,” she compliments with her eyes trailing down your body.

“Oh really? Thank you, a really pretty girl gifted me these jeans.” You reply playfully, giving her a nice twirl.

You recall the time she bought them. The skin on her arms was indented with the strings from the numerous shopping bags she insisted only she’d carry. She bought you so much you always had to find a way to rearrange your closet to fit even more clothes. Don’t even let her get started on jewelry. Your nightstand always had some type of jewelry resting on top. Sliver and gold necklaces, tennis bracelets, and rings sparkled with the soft light coming from your lamp. Kate loved buying you rings. Sometimes when she’s bored she just stops by the some random jewelry store and buys you another ring. She always takes a mental note on your reaction, trying to figure out which is your favorite style…. for research purposes of course.

“Girl has good taste,” Kate jokes slipping her hands into your butt pockets, giving your ass a playful squeeze that makes you laugh. “I’m just finishing up here. Do me a favor, baby,” She looks up at you. “Can you hand me the massage gun?”

You hum, turning to get what she asked for. You bought it for her birthday, you remember her smile when she realized what it was. She had been complaining about being sore after working out and occasional cramps, so you did what any good girlfriend would do. You added it to you shopping cart. You mess with the buttons, checking if it was charged.

“After you finish up, want to eat out?”

It’s quiet for a moment and look at your girlfriend confused. You roll your eyes playfully when you see the look on her face. The same cocky smirk you learned to love is on her face as she jokingly licks her lip.

“I mean since you’re offering. I wouldn’t mind…” Her hands grab your hips, her fingers tug on your belt loops forcing you down on her thigh. “I wouldn’t mind eating you out.”

You throw your head back with a laugh. The position you’re in is awkward, but before you can get off her thigh, her arm hugs your body down. Her unoccupied hand grabs the massage gun from your hand and switches it on.

“Finish up with me?” She asks innocently.

Too innocently.

Your hands went to her shoulders, awkwardly rubbing them to massage the forming knots. She sighs softly, you always loved the way you relaxed her. Dropping your hands to her arms, raising your eyebrows when you feel her muscles. Your lips part and suddenly you are hyper aware of your position. You never really noticed her ‘pump’ after working out, you were always quick to rush her in the shower or was simply not home to witness it; however, now you felt it. Kate seems to be in her own world, aiming the vibrating gun on her biceps.

Are you supposed to use it on your arms?

“Feels weird. I usually just do it on my legs,” she shrugs as if she can read your mind. You don’t know how you don’t put two and two together. It’s Kate for crying out loud. The both of you have been dating for the past two years and you still don’t know how you didn’t see her meticulously planning something in her head.

She smiles at you, it’s not a sweet smile.

It’s dark, and widens when your body jerks forward.

Vibrations crawl down her thigh and between yours. Just on the first setting, the vibrations were enough to dig your fingers into her flesh. Loud moans escape your mouth. Kate’s thumb hits a button, bumping up the speed and you feel like you’re flying. Throwing your head back leaves your throat to be Kate’s next victim. Her teeth bite at your skin making you hiss in pain. Your hiss quickly turns into a whine when she pulls away. A text notification pulls her attention away from you.

“K-Kate,” you whine. Your voice is shaky and you’re almost sure your eyes are crossed. Subconsciously your hips flex towards her body, your forehead fell at the junction of her neck.

“Hold on,” she is quick to dismiss you, not even caring one bit about you grinding on her bare thigh, like a bitch in heat. She doesn’t care that you are purposely shoving your breasts in her face to pull her eyes away from the screen and onto you. Your breathing become harsh, every vibration feeding into the sudden pleasure. Forcing your eyes open you look at Kate’s phone. She is the middle of typing a text when you whine again.

Kate shushes you.

Soaked between your thighs, with your wetness seeping through your pants and onto Kate’s thigh. An occasional moan would slip past your lips and it would result in a sharp stare from your girlfriend, but after the third one Kate had enough. Why she wanted silence was beyond you. Was she finally on the neighbor’s side?

Her empty hand, phone finally put away, fell right on your ass. A loud slap echoed through the room. Your skin burned, but it never stopped your hips, only made them faster. The slap only makes you moan louder. Clearly annoyed, the vibrations stop and you are left panting with want. There’s drool that piles by the corner of your mouth, but you quickly try to recover yourself. The inside of your thighs are numb.

“I told you to stay quiet, baby,” she tuts, her hand squeezes your face. She’s taunting you, knowing damn well how much you love when she gets cocky.

“But Daddy, I need you,” you whisper the words against her skin. Your lips are swollen from your teeth tugging at the poor skin. Fingertips dig into her clothes, a silent beg for her to get undress despite her being half naked and you being fully dressed.

“I know you need me, baby.” She whispers back, pushing her face closer to yours so your noses are brushing against each other. Her tongue peaks out from her lips and licks yours. “Want to know how I know?”

You don’t know what game she’s playing at, yet. Nonetheless, you nod, bumping your noses again. Leaning in for a kiss, you part your lips and tilt your head to the right. Patiently you wait because you know more is coming.

“It’s not because you’re begging for me,” she declines pressing a wet kiss against your lips before she pulls away with your bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s not because your eyes have gone all hazy.” You suck in a deep breath when she turns the gun back on and places against her thigh so you can feel the vibrations. “It’s because I can feel how wet you are between those pretty thighs.”

You whine into her neck, your body is shaking with need and it’s only then do you realize how right Kate is. You’re soaked between your thighs. Your panties feel like a second skin and your poor jeans do nothing to help when it came to friction. Drunk with pleasure you nod at her words. Grinding even harder against her thigh, chasing your high.

“‘m so wet,” you whine, sinking your teeth into the bare part of her shoulder. The salty taste of her sweat meets your taste and there is a small part of you that loves the taste. The bite makes Kate hiss in pain, she pushes you off slightly. Before you’re able to overthink why she practically rips your blouse off of you. Your blouse is now resting on top of a dumbbell and Kate’s mouth found its safe haven between your breasts. Not bothering to unclasp your bra, she shoves the padded material down, just enough so your nipples appear. Her lips wrap around your right nipple without warning.

“Come on, baby. Ride Daddy’s thigh. I know you want to.”

You can feel each syllable against your breast. Sensitive and needy you follow her instructions and whine when her lips find your left nipple. Kate, never the one to chose sides, gives the same treatment to the left breast. Groaning into your skin as her unoccupied hand finds your back. Dragging her fingertips down your skin until they find your jeans again. Kate loved the sight in front of her. You grinding against her thigh, bottom lips between your teeth, sweat building up on your forehead, sweet sounds escaping your lips, and most importantly the growing wet stain between your legs which ruins your jeans.

“Daddy knows your body too well, huh?”

She’s taunting you.

“Moan my name.”

“Kate.”

“Louder.”

“Kate!!”

The vibrations are strong — too strong. Your head feels fuzzy and eyes can’t seem to focus on anything. Drunk with pleasure you throw your head back, giving Kate more than enough space to attack sensitive parts of your neck once again. Hips are rolling fast against Kate’s thigh. Too busy chasing your high you barely kiss back your girlfriend who pulled you into a messy kiss. You whine against her lips when you the feeling in the pit of your stomach gets ready to be released.

“Fuck Daddy. I- I’m gon-,” you stumble over your words as Kate gives up on massaging her thigh and places the gun directly on your pelvis.

“Come on, baby. Get all messy for me,” Kate whispers against your skin, encouraging you to soak through your jeans. She bumps the vibrations even higher, sinks her teeth into the soft skin on your collarbone, and rolls your nipple with her free hand. It’s enough to push you off the edge.

Your eyes roll back as your whole body seizes with pleasure. Your fingers dig themselves into the full muscles in her arms. Your thighs clench trapping Kate’s so she can no longer bounce it. You feel wet between your legs, no doubt making your jeans a darker blue than before. You don’t know when the vibrations stop and the praises start.

“Pretty girl.” Kate’s mouth finds your ear, her teeth trap your earlobe, “Doing so good for Daddy.” Kate pays no mind in the aftermath stings caused from your nails. You smile softly when you feel sweaty arms wrap around your waist and a flushed cheeks rests on top of your naked breast. Kate, always the sucker for skin-to-skin contact, whispers how good you are for her. You giggle softly when you feel her wandering hands rub your back and her soft lips find your collarbone.

“You’re so pretty, baby.”

“Thank you.”

Kate laughs against your skin. Even when your mind isn’t working at its full capacity you still manage to keep your manners in check. The minutes you take in hold each other feel like hours, the both of you just enjoying each other’s touch. It isn’t until the sweat begins to build up that you pull away. Kate whines when you pull away but understands because her skin was flushed, which makes you feel bad. She never had the chance to cool off after her workout.

“Kate, honey. We need to shower. You’re stinky and I’m messy.” You groan, scrunching up your nose and giggling when Kate is clearly offended when you stated the truth.

You jump off her lap when she reaches to tickle you. Smirking when you escape from her attacks and watch as she gets off the the bench. You back away and you sprint to the door, playing a small game of cat and mouse.

“You’re not too sore, baby?” She asked with faux concern, raising your suspicion as she makes no move to chase away you like she usually does.

“No. Are you?” You challenge, looking back at your girlfriend who is pulling off her sports bra, it takes all your willpower to not look. She stands shirtless in the middle of the room for a second before she walks to you. She takes advantage of your eyes that dart to her chest and grabs you.

“Never, just wanted to check in cause I still need to eat you out.” She says with a wink. Her hands cradle your face as she makes you walk backwards to your shared bathroom.

“I made a promise to my girlfriend and I intend to keep it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Kate nods as she presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

Finally, the both of you are in the bathroom. Loud giggles fill the room along with the sound of the shower as you get undressed. Kate checks if the water temperature is okay before she gets in and offers her hand to you as you step inside. Sighing softly at the water as you wash away your sweat, and worries. It doesn’t take long for Kate to fall on her knees and hike your leg over her shoulder. Her directness has you holding yourself upright against the sage green tiles you have decorating your shower wall.

“Fuck Daddy.”

Her tongue is gentle, licking your throbbing clit. Kate takes everything you offer her. She moans softly at your salty taste that is watered down with the droplets of water that also fall on her face. She takes in the way your finger get tangled in her soaked hair. She takes in the way you can’t seem to hold your moans, forgetting how loud you can get. It isn’t long til Kate adds her fingers. Her pointer and middle finger find their way inside you. Kate is careful to make sure you don’t lose your balance before curling her fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. You let out a high pitched whine when she repeats the motion again and again.

“I’m gonna come again! Oh Kate.”

Kate keeps a steady pace and makes sure to not be too rough knowing you’re sore despite your confident ‘no’ you said earlier. You can’t get over the feeling of her tongue, eyes rolling back as you moan her name over and over. Your hips roll against her face, forcing her tongue to lick over her fingers and her nose bump your clit. The sound that leaves you is pornographic making Kate laugh against your pussy and another voice yell.

“Can you guys hurry up in there?! I have to use the restroom.”

Your gasp is loud but is quickly switched to an even louder moan when you fall apart on your girlfriend’s tongue. Your fingers tug on Kate’s wet hair and she pushes her mouth closer to your pussy.

“Kate, Kate, honey. Who is that?” Your words are rushed as you try and catch your breath, legs are still shaky and you’re pretty sure your eyes are crisscrossed…again.

“Yelena.” She says as if it is obvious. You blink, once then twice and look at your girlfriend who is already rinsing the shampoo off her dark hair.

“What?”

“She was on her way when you were,” she pauses as she reaches for the loofa behind you. “Well you were… you know,” she pauses and then drops her mouth and rolls her eyes back before mimicking you, “Oh yes, Kate. Fuck, Daddy!”

You feel the heat on the your cheeks and grow hotter when you hear a very confused, russian accent outside the bathroom door a second time, “I thought Y/N finished already?”

You’re mortified, but Kate only laughs as she steps out of the shower. Walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her waist, leaving the top part of her body bare.

“Yelena, don’t you know we have a guest bathroom?”

“Don’t you know I can hear her from the hallway?”

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nocxta · 9 months

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Guilty Pleasure

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x little!reader

word count: 4.7k

a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy <3

Wanda's brought you to work with her, and you're so excited. You get to watch your mommy work! She's sat you down at the nearest vacant desk and you're quietly watching her have a serious big-people meeting with the rest of her co-workers, the Mighty Avengers.

"How is my little girl? " Wanda asks, glancing at you and making sure you're all right. You nod at her and try to be good.

"'m okay!," you squeak quietly, shooting her a subtle thumbs up and a shy smile. She laughs at your attempt at maturity and kisses your head, ruffling your hair a little. "Just behave yourself and you can have ice cream when we're finished here, okay?" she says sweetly. "Be a good girl for mommy." You beam at her and nod your head excitedly. "Yes ma'am!," you say with a cheeky grin.

You spend the next while quietly watching the adults talk, eating some candy mommy gave you as a reward for your good behavior. You try to stay out of everyone's way, but your little self has a mind of its own, and it's super interested in what's going on around you.

You get bored after a while, and start to poke around on the computer with some headphones. You've never really been all that good at technology, but you try to use the computer anyways. You click on some random icons until you stumble upon a folder of pictures and videos that have Wanda's name beneath them.

You click on the folder, but a password is required.

You panic. You can't go back to mommy now-- she's still busy talking, and you know better than to bother her when she's having important grown-up conversations.

You try your birthday typed about 3 different ways before the computer accepts your password and lets you into its secret files. You quickly put in the next attempt before the computer can lock you out again.

You're excited now that you have the password, but the folder only has one file in it-- a video.

You click it and it takes you to a website you're not familiar with. A big 'play' button blocks out the majority of the preview, but from what you can see- it's a video of another Mommy and her little sitting on a bed. They're talking quietly, but you can't really hear the words, just their voices. You scroll up and down the video a few times, trying to figure out how the video starts. The Mommy is holding something and you think maybe she has some sort of toy in her hand?

You don't know how to get the video to start, so you just decide to go for it and press the button. The video starts on an angle where you can't see the little's face, but you can see the Mommy.

"Hello, little one," says a sweet voice from behind the camera, "I bet you're excited to make a video with me?" There's a moment of silence, and then the Mommy continues. "Of course you are," she says. She's not speaking loudly, but her voice is soft and sweet, like someone talking to a baby. "You want to make mommy happy, don't you?"

The little nods eagerly. They look a lot like you... around the same age, same hair color, and y/e/c eyes-- but you've never seen the woman holding the toy before. She looks a bit older and taller than your Mommy and she has long dark brown hair and blue eyes.

Suddenly the little is being told to lie down and spread her legs and you notice that they're not wearing a diaper or any panties! Your eyes nervously search the room for Wanda, only to find her engrossed in conversation with the others, her back turned to you and the computer you sit at.

The video starts.

The camera pans to the little, who looks incredibly embarrassed. She's trying to hide her body, her hands clasped over her breasts and between her legs as if she's scared to show her special parts to the camera.

"Oh no, little one," says the Mommy, "you know you have to be good if you want mommy's special toy. You want to make mommy happy, don't you?" The Mommy runs her hand through the little's hair as if to comfort her. "I want you to be a good girl. Can you do that for me, little one?"

The little nods, but she looks nervous.

"Here," says the Mommy, handing the little a paci and some medicine, "you can suck on your paci and have some medicine so you feel better while mommy makes you feel good."

The little hesitates a moment before popping the pacifier in their mouth and swallowing the medicine. "Good girl," says the Mommy, kissing the little's forehead and rubbing her tummy. To your surprise, her hand slowly wanders below the little's waistline, prodding at the wet slit between their legs.

"You're such a good girl for mommy," says the Mommy, "now open up and show me that pretty little cunt."

The little does as she's told, parting her legs and revealing her wet lips and clit to the camera. They're not completely shaved-- she's got a bit of hair, but you've never seen anything like it before. She spreads herself open and the Mommy watches as the little's cunt twitches and gapes, the soft flesh glistening with wetness.

"Look at you, you're such a fucking slut aren't you?" says the Mommy as she starts to slowly finger the little. They moan and their body flinches at the contact.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the dirty scene unfold. Why would Wanda have something like this on her computer? The mommy was being so nasty to the little... did Wanda want to say mean things like that to you? She had only ever been gentle and sweet with you-- even during punishment, she never dared to insult you like the woman in the video does.

"Look at how wet you are," says the Mommy. She pulls her fingers out and spreads the wetness over the little's lips, smearing the slickness into the hair and making it messy.

You check for Wanda again, heart beat slowing a little once you see she's yet to move from her chair at the conference table. You feel a warm sensation beginning to brew in your tummy as you continue to watch the video, trying to listen to what the Mommy and the little are saying as she fingers them.

"Are you going to cum for me?" asks the Mommy. "Show Mommy how wet you are, slut." She speeds up the motions of her fingers and the little's body jolts, their hips starting to twitch as they cum. Her mouth is still wrapped around her paci, so all that escapes her mouth is a muffled high-pitched moan.

There's suddenly a growing heat between your legs that you can't seem to ignore. You squirm a bit in your seat, readjusting your legs to try and alleviate the feeling. You can't help but touch yourself a little while you watch the video-- slipping a tiny hand into your diaper to feel your wet slit. You think about the little and how much fun they're having with the Mommy as you start to play with yourself, your eyes fixed on the screen in front of you.

Your body begins to twitch and your breathing hitches as you feel yourself getting close. It feels so good that you forget where you are, your dumb little brain not thinking to check for Wanda's distraction from what you were doing.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a set of firm, warm hands taking a grip of your shoulders from behind.

"You've wet yourself," she says in that same scary tone. You don't answer-- you can't answer. Your mouth hangs open and you're frozen in fear. She reaches for your hand, gently holding it in her own. "It's okay, sweetheart," she says sweetly, "I think that diaper deserves a little change, don't you?" She turns to the group. "Pardon us, everyone," she says politely as she starts to lead you away, "I need to take my little one to the changing table."

Your eyes are wide with panic as she leads you toward the door. Your brain can't seem to understand what's happening and all you can do is silently follow your Mommy into the changing room.

Once the door shuts behind you, you freeze, unsure what to do or say.

"Go ahead and lay down on the table for Mommy," she says, starting to remove your clothes. You hesitate at first, but do what she says, laying your little body on the cold table, feeling a bit silly as you lay on your back with your legs splayed open in the cold air of the public restroom.

"Silly little girl, getting into Mommy's things" Wanda coos as she removes the blue diaper from your bottom, tossing it aside as she gasps at the scene between your legs.

Your face burns in embarrassment as your Mommy looks at you, examining the way your folds glisten and your slit drips wetness.

Wanda gasps and dramatically draws her painted fingers to her chest in shock. "Mommy's going to have to give you a spanking," she says, smirking, "Did my little girl like what she saw on Mommy's computer? Hm?"

"I'm sorry," you whisper, shamefully looking away from her.

"Oh, silly little girl. It's much too late for all of that." She spreads your legs further apart and leans down, her hot breath sending a chill down your spine. "Do you think you're big enough for Mommy's mouth?"

Your mouth goes dry as you stare at her. You want to answer, you want to tell her that you really don't know, but you can't find your voice.

"Why don't we find out?" she asks, grinning as she leans forward and takes you into her mouth. You gasp, shocked at the sensation of her tongue swirling around your clit, the heat of her mouth. She sucks gently and your eyes flutter shut, moaning quietly.

"You taste so sweet," she says, taking her mouth from you, "such a good girl." She leans in again, the wet heat of her tongue sending you into a daze. Her fingers reach down, rubbing gently at your folds, dipping them in just a bit. You shiver and let out a little whimper, feeling your thighs start to shake.

"Is Mommy gonna make her little girl cum?" Wanda asks innocently, the sound of her voice causing your heart to jump.

"Mhm," you moan, "Yes, Mommy," you moan. She hums and the vibrations cause a jolt of pleasure to go through you. Her fingers press deeper and you can't help but let out a desperate little mewl.

"That's too bad," she says, pulling away, "Mommy's gonna stop, I'm afraid." She stands and moves to look at the door. "I think that's enough fun and games for the night," she says, looking back at you with a grin, "let's get you home, malyshka."

"What? Mommy, no!" you whine, your face red at your outburst.

Her hand comes down on your cheek and your cry out. "No?" she asks, her eyes narrowing, "What has gotten into you, little one?" She chuckles as she starts toward the door, snapping at you to follow.

You sigh, pushing yourself up, getting off the table and following after her. You're not sure what's going on, but you don't think you like it.

***

You frown as Wanda unlocks the front door to the house, and you hesitate for a moment, wondering what you should do.

"Go ahead and head upstairs, malyshka," she says, pulling the door open and stepping inside.

"Yes, Mommy," you say, doing as she says, though you don't take to the stairs right away. You wait, leaning against the wall in the hallway for a moment instead.

You're not sure what's going to happen, but you can't shake the feeling that you're in serious trouble. You hear the front door slam shut and you flinch.

–<_>–

"I'm s-sorry!" you cry as Wanda’s hand comes down on your ass yet again. "I didn't mean to!"

"Aw, but malyshka, you don't look sorry." She frowns, "At least your pathetic little pussy doesn't..." She says, running her delicate fingers through your folds and collecting the sticky slick that coats them.

"Mommy," you whine, trying to cover yourself and stop her from touching you down there. You're too scared to talk back to her, not wanting to be punished any further.

"Such a filthy little girl," she scolds, "look how wet you are for Mommy." She holds up her fingers, collecting your wetness on the tips of them before bringing her hand back between your legs, rubbing your clit in small circles slowly as you moan helplesslyy into the sheets.

She sits between your legs and continues to touch you from behind, dipping two fingers into your waiting hole as her other hand continues to spank you. "Oh, baby, you’re dripping." she says sweetly as she strokes your clit, her fingers running in soft circles.

You sob into the pillows before you as Wanda has her way with you, legs trembling as your mind subconsciously wanders back to the video you had seen earlier. You're so confused by your feelings.

Your body starts to react as you approach your peak, your legs start to spread wider, your hips bucking off the mattress to chase her fingers. Your breath is coming out in ragged moans and whines, your brain completely distracted by the sensation between your legs.

"You gonna cum for Mommy? Hm?" Wanda asks as she rubs her fingers harder against your clit. You nod quickly, biting down on your lip to keep yourself quiet.

"Yeah?" she says sweetly as she speeds up the motion of her fingers.

You nod again, head much too fuzzy to realize that she's slowly inching her fingers away from your cunt until it's too late.

You begin to whine and buck your hips as your orgasm is no longer within reach. "M-mommy!" You cry. She looks up from between your legs and flashes you a devious smile as she brings her wet fingers to her lips and sucks your juices off of them.

"Please," you whine.

"Good girl," she says as she starts to rub again, causing you to gasp and squirm, still feeling on edge after she denied you your orgasm.

"Now get up." She says flatly, removing her hand from your cunt and stepping away from you. Her warm smile has disappeared and her Sokovian accent comes through much rougher than before.

Wanda's accent only comes out like that when she's really upset with you-- it's a bit scary to hear, but you can’t deny the fact that it makes your little brain feel all warm and gooey inside.

You do as she says, pushing yourself off the bed and sitting up. You see her holding the pink pacifier-- the one she likes to use during punishment, and your eyes go wide with fear.

"Put your hands behind your back and come here," she says, walking towards you.

"Please, Mommy," you say, standing up and doing as she says, putting your hands behind your back and letting her grab you and secure the restraints on.

"Dirty little girl," She mumbles as she turns you around so that you're facing her.

"Kneel."

You do as she says, lowering yourself to the ground in front of her. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

"Did Mommy's little baby like the videos she found?" she asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back roughly.

"N-no," you say, trying to look down at the floor, not wanting to see the anger on her face.

"No?" she says, "Then why did my little baby get all wet and sticky from watching? Hm?" She lifts your chin with her hand and you look into her eyes. Her face is blank, but her eyes are livid.

"I don't know," you say, not really sure of what else you can say.

"What a naughty, naughty baby," she says, grabbing your face and leaning down so that she's level with you. "You didn't like watching the mommy finger her little?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

"N-no, I didn't," you say, shaking your head.

"Really? You didn't like when she called them a little slut? Didn't like when she pulled their hair and spit in their mouth, like this?" She does this all while you're staring into her dark green eyes. Your mind is reeling.

"Didn't like when she made her little use their mouth on her, like this?" she asks, grabbing the back of your head and forcing your face into her crotch.

Your nose is stuffed with the thick smell of her cunt as she grinds herself against you, moaning as she does.

"That's right," Wanda groans as she rubs her clit against your face.

You can feel your face flush with warmth as she continues to grind against you, breathing in the thick musk of her cunt, letting her juices soak the bottom half of your face. You attach your lips to her clit and start to suck, causing Wanda to let out a high-pitched moan.

"Just like that, baby," she says as she thrusts her hips into you.

You start to move your mouth to suckle on her cunt, running your tongue in broad strokes to get her wet enough to open for you.

Wanda doesn't let up on the grip she has on your hair, using it to pull you where she wants you to go. Her other hand grabs a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck, and she starts to guide you.

She pulls your mouth away from her cunt and holds your face still as she moves to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing you to kneel between her legs. She then spreads them again and motions for you to continue before shoving your face back into her cunt. .

"Lick it up, baby," she moans as her hips buck against your mouth. "Dirty slut," she says, pulling your hair.

You start to eat her out like she wants, licking up the juices that run down her thighs. She then grabs your hands and forces them into her cunt, letting out a throaty groan as she does.

You start to finger her, moaning as you do so.

"Yeah, just like that, baby," she says. "Don't you dare stop."

You start to tongue her clit, circling it slowly before sucking on it. Her breathing gets faster and you can feel her start to tense up. You can tell she's close.

"Good girl," she coos, grabbing your face with her hands and holding it against her cunt.

She comes with a deep groan and starts to grind against your mouth as she rides it out. She lets you go when she's finished, and you lick your lips, tasting her as you do.

She looks down at you, mouth held slightly agape as she tries to catch her breath. Then her hands are on you again, shoving you backward and slapping you across the face.

"Lozhis' na krovat', suka" (get on the bed, Bitch) she snarls, holding your chin in her iron grip. You blink several times as the sharp pain on your cheek turns to a dull stinging sensation, but you find your way to the edge of the bed just as she had instructed, nonetheless.

"Did my little baby like that?" she asks, forcing you to look her in the eye as she shakes you by the chin.

You stare at her in disbelief and her lips curl into a snarl as she slaps you across the face again, this time much harder. Your head is spinning, tears filling your eyes as you blink rapidly.

"Answer me," she barks, "did my little baby like that?"

"N-no, I didn't, Mommy," you whimper. She slaps you again.

"No? What's this, then?" she asks, kicking your legs open once again and motioning to the growing slick between your legs.

"You know what I think?" she says, leaning down so that her nose is touching yours. "I think you're a fucking liar" She wipes the slick from your inner thighs onto her fingers before she places them against your lips. "Suck," she demands, forcing them past your lips.

You take her fingers in your mouth and suck the thick juices off of them, hollowing out your cheeks as you do.

She pulls them out and spits on your cunt before pushing your legs further apart and spanking your mound harshly. You cry out and bite your lip as you try to stifle any more sound from coming out of you.

"Did I tell you to be quiet?" she asks as she grabs your jaw, pulling it towards her and kissing you roughly before slapping your cheek again.

You let out another sharp cry, sobbing as she grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back.

"No, you didn't, Mommy," you whisper. She releases her grip on you.

She's silent for a minute, seemingly scanning the room for a way to break you before those green eyes of hers light up with an idea. She reaches towards the nightstand and grabs the little bottle of lube that's usually reserved for her toys.

"Since you don't know what you want," she says as she pours a large amount of the lubricant into her hand, rubbing it between her fingers, "then I will show you."

"No," you cry as she approaches you.

"Quiet."

You start to thrash against your restraints as she rubs her lubed fingers against your entrance.

"Please!" You cry, looking up at her.

She spanks you again.

"If you keep it up, I'll gag you and have my way with you anyway, you little whore."

She presses her fingers into your entrance and starts to work you open, spreading your pussy with her long fingers as she does. She lets out a throaty moan as she feels you start to get wetter from her fingers.

"See, baby," she says as she continues to stretch you open. "You want this. You love it when Mommy fucks you with her fingers."

"No," you sob.

"No, no, no." She shakes her head before withdrawing her dripping fingers from your cunt. "Looks like somebody's learned a new word today, huh?"

You shut your eyes as tears run down your cheeks, the sound of Wanda fumbling in her special closet echoing throughout the room.

She pulls the toys she's selected out of the box, examining each one to make sure she has all she needs. You try to close your legs and kick her away, but she's already inching the newly secured strap-on closer and closer to the throbbing space between your legs.

"Come on, baby," she coos as she grabs your hips and forces you back to the edge of the bed. "Mommy's gonna make you feel real good."

She presses the tip of the dildo against your entrance and starts to rub it back and forth, letting it glide against your soaked cunt. You try to wiggle away from her, but she grabs your hips with both hands and slaps her dildo against your mound.

You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as she starts to rub herself against you, coating her strap-on in your juices.

"Just like that," she purrs as she leans forward, pulling your arms behind your back again and taking your wrists into her hands. You stare up at her as she guides your hands together, placing a piece of rope around your wrists and securing it to your restraints.

She then sits back and admires her work, bringing her hand down to run her fingers across your nipples. She looks down at you and smirks. "Now, Mommy's gonna make you cum." She starts to rub the dildo against your slit before starting to push into you. "And you're gonna stay nice and quiet, okay?"

"Mhm!" You whine as she inches the fake cock into you, letting out a sharp cry as she does.

"Quiet, baby." She says, slapping your thigh. She then starts to thrust the dildo into you, slowly at first, before increasing her pace. She moves the strap-on in and out of you, pushing it in until her hips are flush with yours before pulling out slowly again.

You moan quietly into her ear as she fucks you. The sound of the bed creaking in unison with the sound of her hips hitting your thighs is so lewd that you can feel your cunt start to throb, desperate for more friction.

"You like this malyshka? Hm?" She whispers in your ear, "You like when Mommy fucks her little girl like the slut she is?"

You nod and she pulls her hips back, thrusting into you again.

"Say it, baby."

"I like it," you say, trying not to cry out as she begins to fuck you faster, harder.

"That's right," she coos as she kisses your cheek, her fingers rubbing against your clit as she does so.

The sound of the fake cock slamming into you echoes throughout the room and your juices start to drip down your thighs.

"Just a filithy little cockwhore who wants to be fucked senseless, isn't that right, malyshka?" She spits in your face and grabs a fistful of your hair as you cry out.

"M-mhm," you stutter. "I can't think right, Mommy," you whine. "Please, let me cum," you beg as her hand returns to your clit, rubbing small circles around it.

"Aw, that's alright, detka. Dumb little sluts like you don't have to think. That's why you have Mommy, hm?" She pants, keeping the same grueling pace with the strap-on.

"Please," you cry.

"Tell Mommy what you want, slut."

"I wanna cum," you moan, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill out as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach.

"Aw, my love, you know only good little girls get to cum." She slaps your cheek, making you cry out. "Are you a good little girl?"

"I-I am!"

"Do good little girls lie to their mommies?" she asks as she continues to rub your clit.

"N-no."

"Then tell me what a good little girl would say, right now." She spanks your thigh.

"I- I liked the video, Mommy" you start, gasping for air as Wanda continues to fuck you.

"Keep going."

"I loved it."

"Keep going, baby," she says, increasing her speed with the dildo.

"I love it when you're mean to me. I want you to call me dirty names." you sob, cheeks burning in embarrassment and shame, the sounds of your juices squelching around Wanda's cock filling the room.

"You're such a good little whore," she moans into your ear, pushing the dildo in as deep as it can go, grinding her hips against you.

"Oh, no, Mommy, I'm gonna--" you cut yourself off with a moan,

"Shhh, me too, malyshka. Cum with Mommy" She groans.

Your head is spinning as Wanda's fingers work your clit and her hips slam into you, you can feel every inch of her cock as it stretches your cunt, filling you to the brim with her length.

"I love you, Mommy," you gasp as your orgasm builds.

"I love you too, baby," she whispers into your ear.

"Mommy--" you cut yourself off with a loud groan, the warm, tingling feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, and you can hear Wanda's voice in the distance as she groans and grinds against you.

She thrusts into you several more times, riding out her orgasm as well.

After a moment, she pulls out and turns you over, removing your restraints. You lie on the bed, unable to move.

"There, there," she says as she lays next to you and pets your hair.

You turn your head towards her and smile. She kisses you on the lips and pets your cheek.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, princess" she smiles, sitting up. "Then maybe we'll watch some more videos, hm?"

#wanda x you #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #marvel wlw #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x reader #marvel smut #marvel fic #love's letters #wanda maximov

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there-is-only-chaos · 8 months

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I love you gif makers, thank you for giving us the means to study the details of our favorite moments. Fandom wouldn't be nearly as wonderful without you.

#Love letter #to gif makers #Gif #Gif makers #Good omens #our flag means death #Sherlock #Doctor who #Star trek #lord of the rings #Marvel #Star wars #Feel free to reblog! Spread the gratitude for gif makers

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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Please excuse me, but the links on your masterlists aren't working. Maybe you could redo the links?

Of course, I don't know why they're not working and I'll fix them soon, but for now I'll leave the links here, I hope it works this time:

Yandere BTS Masterlist

Yandere BLACKPINK Masterlist

Yandere ITZY Masterlist

Yandere Stray Kids Masterlist

Yandere Greek Mythology Masterlist

Yandere Egyptian Mythology Masterlist

Yandere Historical Characters Masterlist

Yandere TVD/TO Masterlist

Yandere House of the Dragon Masterlist

Yandere Percy Jackson Masterlist

Yandere Harry Potter Masterlist

Yandere Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir Masterlist

Yandere Attack on Titan Masterlist

Yandere Marvel Masterlist

Yandere The Sandman Masterlist

Yandere Outlander Masterlist

Yandere Wednesday Masterlist

Love Letters Masterlist

New Masterpost here

If any of the links aren't working (within each masterlist), let me know. Last time I checked just now they are all working fine.

~ Lady L

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itsmetheabnormalone · 10 months

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Real.

#go watch this video tho it’s a fucking love letter #i fr started crying #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles molares #gwen stacy #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #spiderman #marvel #atsv #spiderman atsv #pavitr prabhakar #peter b parker #spiderman 2099 #jessica drew

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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💕Love Letter WIPs💕

Yandere Brother!Bruce Wayne to sibling!Reader dating Guy Gardner (platonic)

Yandere Bruce Wayne to Unwilling!Biological!Kid!Reader who becomes Deathstroke’s apprentice (platonic)

Yandere Bruce Wayne to Horror!Author!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Step!Dad!Bruce Wayne to Step!Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Connor Kent (romantic)

Yandere Damian Wayne to Jokerized!Twin!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Arkhamverse!Riddler/Edward Nygma (romantic)

Yandere Beast Boy/Garfield Logan (romantic)

Yandere Jason Todd to Horror!Author!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Joker to Horror!Author!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Stalker!Batwoman/Kate Kane (romantic) [TW: self harm]

Yandere Lena Luthor to Fem!Horror!Author!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Talia al Ghul to Damian’s Twin!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Ted Grant (romantic)

Yandere Ted Grant to Biological!Kid!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Inertia/Thaddeus Thawne to Bart’s Civilian!Friend!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Wally West to Hero!Reader (platonic)

Marvel

Yandere Daken/Akihiro to Logan’s Platonic!darling!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Erik Lehnsherr (platonic)

Yandere Mom!Emma Frost to Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Frank Castle (platonic)

Yandere Blob/Fred Dukes (romantic) {angsty}

Yandere Kraven the Hunter to Escaped!Darling!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Brother!Wolverine/Logan Howlett to Surrogate!Sibling!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Toad/Mortimer Toynbee to Villain!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Teacher!Natasha Romanoff to College!Student!Reader

Yandere Peggy Carter (platonic)

Yandere Fanboy!Peter Maximoff to Musician!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Thor Odinson to Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Sabertooth/Victor Creed (platonic)

Yandere Doctor Doom/Victor von Doom to Unwilling!Child!Reader (platonic)

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

Yandere Robert Baratheon to Friend!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Cersei Lannister to Baratheon!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Cersei Lannister to Joanna!lookalike!Reader (platonic) COMPLETED/POSTED

Yandere Oberyn Martell to Stark!Reader pt2 (platonic)

Yandere Rhaella Targaryen (romantic)

Yandere Grandpa!Tywin Lannister to Joanna!lookalike!Reader (platonic)

House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood

Yandere Alicent Hightower to Viserys’!Sickly!Brother!Reader (romantic) COMPLETED/POSTED

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen to Septa!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Daemon to his and Rhea’s child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Helaena Targaryen to Handmaiden!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Maegor the Cruel (romantic)

Other

Yandere Severus Snape to Lily!lookalike!Reader (platonic) [Harry Potter]

Yandere Draco Malfoy to Hufflepuff!Reader (romantic) [Harry Potter]

Yandere Brother!Regulus Black to thirdborn!sibling!Reader (platonic) [HarryPotter/Marauders Era]

Yandere Mariano Guzman to Madrigal!Reader (romantic) [Encanto]

Yandere Klaus Mikaelson to Escaped!Reader (romantic) [The Orginials]

Yandere Bela Dimitrescu (romantic) [Resident Evil]

Yandere Stalker!Donatello (romantic) [TMNT]

Yandere Galadriel to Human!Reader (romantic) [Lord of the Rings]

(+some anime love letters from my sideblog)

#yandere love letters #love letters #yandere #yandere dc #yandere marvel #yandere harry potter #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere game of thrones #yandere writings

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cissa-calls · 1 year

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Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 386

Wanda: “You know - as much as you like to tease and call me a soccer mom - you’re not doing much different on that front”

Agatha: “Excuse me? I don’t listen to Adele and wear track pants on the daily”

Y/N: “…But you do like chunky highlights and wear a lot of chunky jewelry”

Agatha: “….you’re supposed to be on my side”

#this is a love letter to Kathryn Hahn and her love of chunky jewelry and chunky highlights <3 #agatha harkness #wandavision #house of harkness #agatha all along #house of harkness counter #hahndavision #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wagatha #wanda x agatha #coven of chaos #coven of chaos counter #incorrect marvel quotes

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anukulee · 5 months

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To My Dearest Maddie (Loki Love Letter)

Dedicated to @holdmytesseract

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Dearest Maddie,

To my dearest love, the life I have been leading thus far was such a waste before you. I thought I knew love when I met Sylvie initially, but you have shown me how wrong I was. What I had with Sylvie wasn't what love should be, for she has broken my heart time after time again. Yet rather than listen to those around me such as you and even Mobius I blazed forward content in letting her use me, as she pleased. Yet the moment she dragged your name into the mud, I could no longer stand her cruel words. I know she wasn't in the utmost headspace, but hearing her disregard you, and even Mobius was something I couldn't stand to hear. For I know there are voices within your head fighting and tearing you about. Believe me my dearest I know them far too well, for those voices haunted my own mind back in Asgard. For every day under the cruel reign of the man I once called my father, was another day those voices came back. Only in the company of my mother Frigga and occasionally brother Thor (don't tell him, I said that) did I feel that I merely belonged. Yet upon meeting you, and even Mobius things have changed. Hearing your silky voice greet me each day, is one such thing I cherish. Through your laughter is second to none, how I wish I could hear you laugh far more. Even to see you bake those treats of yours over and over brings me the utmost joy. I long for the day I can truly proclaim my feelings to you, without the use of writing, but alas I may not be as silver-tongued as I thought. And I am sorry for that my love, for you deserve someone shouting they love you from the rooftops. But for now, I hope this will be acceptable. Of my utter devotion to you, if so will you please be min skatt, until the end of time? Hopelessly Yours, Loki Friggason

If any of you need any get help of your own, feel free to message me what Tom Hiddleston variant you wish.

@aesonmae @asgards-princess-of-mischief @mochie85 @michelleleewise @mcufan72 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @smolvenger @wheredafandomat @peacefulpianist @november-rayne @five-miles-over @lotsoflokilove23 @lady-rose-moon @lokisbirdofhermes @lokisprettygirl @jennyggggrrr @liminalpebble

@skymoonandstardust @lokischambermaid @chantsdemarins

@the--sad--hatter @xorpsbane @villainousshakespeare @immyowndefender @eleniblue @gigglingtiggerv2

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acepumpkinpatrick · 6 months

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Iron man 1 is so good bc it has a really good redemption arch. (Ppl who seriously think he didn't have anything to redeem, you ARE the problem.)

Anyway, yes, it's a really good redemption story, bc how do u redeem a billionaire? And not just any billionaire, a weapons profiteering billionaire. Someone who was dubbed by the media as "The Merchant of Death", how do u redeem such a man? Yes, he's a genius and yes he does charity work and yes he supports women and free sexuality and yes he's hotter than you grandma's traditional bread right out of the oven but to us, regular ppl, he's an arrogant, self centered, slut that has more money, brains and power than God and he's getting ppl killed!

So how do u make a 39 yo white man-child that has been in this business since birth, aware, responsible, and regretful of his actions and shortcomings? It had to be a situation of enough magnitude that affected him so directly that it pulled him right out of the sewers he had been swimming in.

The guilt? The pain? The responsibility? That's all to be expected. It can never go away bc he realized he had affected the world in such a horrible way for such a long time bc he was busy throwing a 2.5 decades long pity party.

#posts under the #'things i can talk about 30 minutes straight'#this is a love letter to tony honestly #tony stark #iron man #iron man 1 #mcu #mcu tony stark #marvel #angst #AceF

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welcometogrouchland · 2 years

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Stories abt teenage girls who are unabashedly cringey but still treated seriously as the hero of their stories and given depth and nuance by the narrative I am kissing you on the mouth

#ramblings of a lunatic #this post was inspired by ppl talking abt how lumity is literally a couple comprised of two teenage nd girls #who write like fanfic abt their favourite shitty ya series together.#and how it doesn't make a big deal out of it like. this is just how gay little teenage girls behave #and they're so true and correct but thinking abt luz got me thinking abt my childhood love of the first vol of ms marvel #(i never read past the first cause i pirated it off janky websites as an 11 yr old jdbsjfn(#and literally they come out the gate in that series with kamala as the epitome of a cringey fandom obsessed teen girl #and then they go all in on still letting her be a hero without sacrificing those traits #I'm forgetting other examples of stories w/ this rn (turning red comes to mind??)#and I know these are all series targeted at like a teen girl audience but a) i am a teen girl and b) bitch they need it. badly!#no more being 'that girl'! embrace the urge to be weird and off putting but happy! and still be given depth and love by the narrative!#(also. fellow audio drama enjoyers. antigne fun is just a toned down 35 yr old version of this. y/n?)#(also i took some letters out of her name in the hope that keeps it from showing up in tags cause while this feels okay to post-#-in the tags of the other examples mentioned i felt a bit bad abt putting it in the wo tag lol)#anyway yeah. literally this genre is braver than any us marine

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nocxta · 9 months

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Lonely

pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

word count: 4.9k

a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this unstructured smut! <3

Lonely

As raindrops tapped gently against the windowpane, you found yourself once again in your shared apartment, waiting for Carol Danvers, your girlfriend (and the mighty Captain Marvel) to return. Duty had called her away to the compound, leaving you in the familiar yet bittersweet embrace of solitude. While you admired her superheroic feats and charitable personality, you couldn't shake the feeling of being left behind.

Like often, your loneliness soon morphed into restlessness. You wandered around the empty apartment, trying not to reminisce too much about all of the places she’d had you in.

On the kitchen counter, the arm of the couch, against the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, in the shower, in front of the TV, on top of the dresser, on the floor, and, of course, against the front door.

You fidgeted with the fur of your teddy bear, idly wondering if she'd be disappointed with you if she saw you dressed up for her.

You were wearing her special jacket, it hung so low on you that you didn’t bother putting on panties or anything else beneath it. The zip and button fasteners, as well as the large black badge on the chest, made a pleasant clinking sound as they moved and rubbed against each other when you walked.

Maybe you should send her something?

You opened up the messaging app and started to compose a message to her, but you quickly decided against it. You didn't want to come across as desperate, even if she had, on more than one occasion, confessed to loving your eagerness in that regard.

After a few failed attempts at choosing the right words, you simply sent her a heart, along with a single "miss you" text.

But almost an hour had gone by and she still hadn’t responded to you. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You positioned yourself all upright and pretty on the edge of the bed-- just how she liked-- before spreading your legs and inching your phone camera in front of your cunt.

A shudder ran through you as you began to snap pictures of yourself. You spread your lips apart and pulled them taut, before letting them fall shut again, making sure to show off the puffy, glistening folds between them.

You took a picture of the cute, pink, little nub at the top of your pussy, and the delicate, glistening folds surrounding it.

Then you opened the leather jacket a bit to reveal your tits, and posed them with your arms raised above your head, while the jacket still covered your stomach and groin. You took a close-up of the swell of your cleavage and then took a picture of your chest and neck, showing off the love marks Carol had left all over you just a few nights before.

When you had gotten all of the shots you could manage, you flipped your phone around and looked at the pictures you had taken. You took a few seconds to admire your body before swiping your thumb across the screen to send them over to her.

"Fuck, I hope she gets this soon," you groaned.

The anticipation of her response was a delicious torture. You could practically feel the heat rising from your flushed cunt. You squirmed around on the bed, hoping for relief, but found none.

You picked up your teddy bear, and pressed it into your cunt, pushing it down until the fluffy fur was completely wet with your juices.

"Yeah, fuck," you whispered. "That's what she'll be doing to me if she gets home."

You threw the toy away and went in search of something more substantial to stuff inside of you.

You ended up settling on the leather jacket that you were wearing, which was already damp with your excitement. You lifted the hem and shoved your hands down the front of the garment, feeling your way all over your swollen pussy, and rubbing your clit.

"That's good," you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed, and your head falling back onto the bed. "That's so fucking good."

Your fingers circled your clit and dipped into your hot cunt, bringing forth more juices that dripped down the inside of your thighs.

"Mmmm," you moaned.

"Baby!" Carol's voice booms from the foyer and you nearly jump out of your skin.

You look around the room in a panic, wondering where the hell you’re supposed to hide.

"I'm in the bedroom!" you call out, still trying to catch your breath.

"Oh, fuck," she moans as she walks in the bedroom door, not even bothering to close it behind her.

Her blonde hair is slightly disheveled and she's breathing a little heavier than usual. She's still dressed in her usual Captain Marvel uniform, although the red and blue are slightly darker and more saturated, thanks to the rain that's been pouring down all afternoon.

"Fuck, I wish I could have seen that," she says, shaking her head.

"Seen what?" You ask, feigning innocence.

"All of those photos you sent me. I've never had pictures of you getting yourself off before. I could have watched you fuck yourself on my jacket or my teddy bear. You could have sent me some video too." She chuckles, walking over to you on the edge of the bed and rubbing your shoulders softly.

"Why don't we make some?" You smirk, placing your hand over hers and then pulling her down into the bed with you.

"Is that right?" she laughs, a twinkle in her eye.

You nod and grab her, pushing her down and crawling on top of her. You sit in her lap and she lets you. She leans her head back as you push her hair back away from her face and then lean in to kiss her.

As soon as your lips meet hers, she pulls you closer, her hands grabbing onto your ass.

You press your chest into hers, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

"I want you," you breathe into her mouth. "Please. I want to feel you."

"Then feel me,"

Carol smirks before pushing you back onto the bed and fumbling with her belt. She's hard, you can tell by the prominent bulge in her pants that she continues to subtly paw at.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. I missed you so much." She tells you, kissing you deeply and massaging your tits as her hand trails down your side and between your legs.

"Mmmmm... you have no idea, baby." You whimper into her mouth as her fingers slip inside of you, your cunt instantly clenching around them as she begins to pump her fingers inside of you.

"Carol-" You gasp. She's using her powers inside of you. You can feel the strings of photons throbbing and glowing inside of your walls and it almost immediately makes you go dumb on her fingers.

She chuckles. "That's right, baby, cum for me."

"Fuckkkk!" You screech as your pussy floods with a warmth that washes over your body.

Even though you've just cum harder than you think you ever had and your poor little cunt is sore and sensitive to the touch, she doesn't even bother slowing her pace as her unoccupied hand strokes shamelessly at her clothed erection. She takes her fingers out of you and moves your legs over the sides of the bed. You're still coming down from your orgasm and the shock of the situation is confusing you. You're even more confused when you realize what it is that she is going to do next.

She pulls a tiny pink buttplug out of the bedside table and sucks it into her mouth for a hot second before she releases it with a pop and turns her attention back to your pathetic and trembling form. There's a tiny, yet noticeable (and growing) wet spot where her cock head is, and you can immediately tell that her cock's leaking through her fucking dress pants.

All you can think about is how good she'd taste, how you'd suck her completely dry if she'd just let you. Your thoughts are interrupted by her words.

"Now I want to take this nice and slow, okay baby? I'm gonna need you to use your tongue on me."

"Mmmm," You mumble, "Please, Carol."

She smiles at you. "What was that, sweetheart?"

You swallow hard. "Please... let me use my tongue on you."

"Of course, babygirl."

Carol had spoken to you before about taking your sex life to the next level, she'd shyly admitted to you how she wouldn't mind you calling her out of her name in bed, how it couldn't hurt too bad if she wrapped her strong hands around your tiny throat when she fucks you, how the thought of throwing you over her knee and spanking your pathetic little ass raw didn't sound too bad.

You scramble off the bed and stand up on wobbly legs before you drop to your knees in front of the blonde. You reach up and pull her pants down. Her cock springs out and hits you in the face; angry, red tip leaking precum all over your forehead.

She gently brings her tip to your lips, barely nudging at your mouth in a request for entrance.

You loved how soft and careful she always was with you... but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't wish she'd slap you around a little bit. You weren't made of glass. You didn't break easily. You wanted her to treat you like the slut she knew you were, and you wanted her to do it with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Don't make me wait," You murmur before she slides inside of your mouth.

"Shit-" She breathes as she rests a hand on the top of your head and her fingers twist into your hair.

She's already a moaning mess and you haven't even tasted half of her cock. You pulled away from her, letting her mushroom tip bob out of your mouth with a 'pop' sound. You make direct eye contact with her as you teasingly kiss up and down her shaft. Drooling dumbly all over her cock before pumping your hands up and down her length lazily.

You can tell by her gaze that she's getting worked up. (And you silently pray that it's enough to get her to take matters into her own hands)

You go to take her into your mouth again, but she stops you by gripping your chin. You moan with anticipation as she tilts your head back and lifts you up by your arms.

"Be a good little slut for me," She tells you, eyes suddenly morphing into a darker shade of brown.

Before you can think up a response, she's manhandling you back onto the bed. Positioning you so that you're on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed.

You feel your heart drop into your stomach as you slowly realize what she's about to do to you.

She grabs the base of her cock and pokes it against your lips. "Open." She growls.

"Caro-" You start, but before you can even finish speaking she stuffs her cock into your mouth and thrusts her hips forward until you gag.

You swallow her down and you hear a quiet sigh escape her. She keeps one hand on your neck as she begins to fuck into you at an almost painful pace. Your drool pools all over the top half of your face and onto the bed sheets as she continues to slam her cock down your throat.

You mumble something around her dick as you're on the verge of tears, but she's clearly more concerned with the euphoric feeling that your attempting to speak inflicts on her throbbing cock. She leans forward, still fucking your face, and tweaks at your nipples that stand tall in the cold air of the bedroom. Fuck, her fingers are so perfect. She's got you moaning and crying around her cock, head thrown back in pleasure as the vibrations from your throat near her closer and closer to the edge.

She squeezes your throat tightly before she grunts. "Fuck... you look so pretty like this, baby girl." She strokes your cheek with her thumb as she looks down at you with her signature smirk.

She continues to pound your throat as you squirm on the bed, but she doesn't relent as she continues to talk down to you.

"You like being my little slut, don't you baby? You love it when I treat you like a worthless little whore, don't you?"

"Mmmph!" You cry out as she grips your jaw and fucks her cock deeper down your throat than ever before. She looks down at your choking, tear-stained face and gasps.

"I love your fucking tits, baby." She groans and takes your tits back in her hand, tweaking and twisting at your nipples as she ruts into your mouth. Her rhythm is beginning to break, and her painful speed is faltering (thank the gods). You can tell that she's close when her hips begin to twitch and her moans raise in pitch. "Your fucking mouth- Fuck-"

"Carol, please-" You gasp and take in a sharp breath of air as her cock pulls out of your throat and you gasp for breath. Her rough palm comes down against your tongue and you stick it out for her in response. You're sure to shut your eyes as she erratically pumps her length in her hand before she's grunting and your mouth is full of the bitter taste of her cum. Her seed drips down the sides of your mouth and along your nose bridge. She's nice enough to wipe the sticky substance off your forehead before it runs down into your hairline. You look up at her and groan as you massage the throbbing skin of your neck with your trembling hand.

She's panting, clearly distracted by something as she waits for you to catch your breath. You lean your head upwards a bit, peeking at whatever she's looking at before you realize it's you. Your pussy.

It's dripping all over the sheets, and it's clear that you enjoyed her little burst of dominance.

"You are such a slut for my cock, aren't you baby girl?" Carol says as she helps you sit up in bed. You feel your jaw ache in response to her words as she gently wipes the rest of her cum from your face with a calloused thumb. She brings it to your mouth and you instinctively suck her finger into your mouth before she pulls it away and uses it to smear some of her seed along your tits. You take a few deep breaths to get used to the soreness of your jaw. You glance back up at Carol, and she's watching you expectantly.

"I-" You begin, but she interrupts.

"If you don't want it, you don't have to take it, sweetheart." She smiles and moves her hair behind her ears.

You gasp as you realize what she means, and your eyes go wide. "Wait- No! I do- I want it. Please, I want it."

Carol chuckles before leaning over you and kissing you. Her hands begin to wander across your body as you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down on top of you. She moves one of her hands down your body, stopping to tease your wet pussy before moving on to the back of your thigh and lifting your leg up and over her hip. She rests her palm against your throat once more, squeezing just enough to make you whimper.

She leans in, whispering in your ear.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I want to cum." You beg and your hand comes up to rest on the back of her neck as you roll your hips against hers. "Please, Carol."

"Fuck, you look so good when you beg."

"Then make me cum," You challenge her with a smirk on your face, but she only shrugs.

"I might have to make you wait a while, baby girl." She kisses your forehead.

You let out an angry whine as she moves away from you. You feel the bed shift as she gets up. You're about to protest when you notice that she's leaving, but she comes right back with a tube of lube in her hand.

"Why didn't we use this earlier?" You ask with a quirked eyebrow, to which she only chuckles and leans in to kiss you.

She moves you to your stomach, letting your head rest on the pillows. She pushes your ass cheeks apart before her finger rubs against your clit.

You bite your lip as she slowly teases her fingers around your bumhole. She coats her fingers in lube before she rubs against your ass some more.

"Baby-" You gasp, "Carol... I want it." You admit. "Please..."

You've never been so embarrassed about asking for something, but she seems to like it. You can tell by the way her jaw goes slack and her eyes go wide. She pulls you up by your shoulders until your ass is resting in her lap, she massages your ass as she presses a finger against it.

"Fuck, y/n." She breathes. She seems to be in awe of you, and you're not quite sure what to think of it. She pushes her finger in further. It burns a little bit, but the pleasure overpowers the discomfort.

She thrusts her finger slowly as she leans over you and whispers in your ear, "You look so fucking good with my finger in your ass, babygirl."

"It's so good, Carol. Put it in…" You tell her and she slaps your ass in response.

"You don't tell me what to do, sweetheart." She growls, but her voice is low and shaky. You can tell how much self control it’s taking her not to fuck you dumb right then and there.

She sighs and removes her finger from your bum, deftly replacing it with the bulbous head of the butt plug she had pulled out earlier.

"How does that feel?" She asks.

"Mmmph," You moan into the pillows before you.

It’s not even close to being the size of her cock, but it’s definitely larger than her finger and fuck, does it feel wonderful.

You feel her grab your ass as she spreads you apart, pushing the toy further inside of you. She places her palms on your back and pushes your head further into the pillows.

You moan as you feel the tip of her cock prodding at your clit. She smears the remaining lube she had used on the toy along the length of her shaft, and you can feel the vibrations in her hand as she continues to stroke herself.

She teases her tip at your pussy lips, pushing in slightly before pulling out again. She moves forward, rubbing her tip against your clit before taking your thighs in her hands.

"Mmmph- Carol!" You whine as she uses her thumb to keep her cock positioned at your entrance.

She pushes in slightly deeper than last time before she pulls out, your cunt clenching and relaxing at the empty feeling of her cock not being inside of you. She finally moves her thumb and thrusts into your tight little pussy. She grunts as she thrusts slowly into you, your cunt soaking her cock and her hips already slick with sweat. She picks up her pace, and your tits begin to bounce in front of you as you groan with pleasure.

You prop yourself up on the backs of your forearms as she pounds into you from behind. You’re biting your lip so hard you fear it might burst as you clutch desperately at the sheets beside your head.

You’re whining and moaning uncontrollably, yet all you can clearly hear at the moment is your girlfriend’s grunts and the sound of her thighs meeting yours. You glance back at her as soon as you gather the strength.

Her brow is furrowed and her eyes are squeezed shut as she fucks you. She lets out a particularly loud moan when your walls squeeze around her cock.

You take a shaky breath and moan Carol's name.

"Oh fuck-" She moans in response, her thrusts growing erratic. You can feel her close to her climax, and you squeeze your cunt even tighter around her in response.

"Baby," She growls as she brings her hand to the back of your head and forces your face into the mattress. She uses the grip on your hair to help push her cock into you. You're trembling, already nearing your release. She grabs your other hip in her other hand and fucks you so hard you almost can't breathe. Her moans turn to groans as you both orgasm. You feel her cum inside of you, her hips thrusting erratically until she slows down and sighs, soft cock sliding out of your ruined hole.

Just when you thought she had calmed down for the night (after about 3 minutes of mindless panting while lying on her back and tracing the hairs stuck to your neck), she leans in to kiss you again. Her hands are exploring your body as she leans over you and straddles you from behind.

She kisses you roughly, and her long hair tickles your shoulders as she leans in close. Her teeth sink into your earlobe and you squeal in pain.

She giggles and smirks at you before she pulls you on top of her, so that you’re now straddling her. She kisses you passionately and you can taste yourself on her tongue as you roll your hips and grind against her.

She groans against your mouth as you continue to move, but she stops you by taking your wrists in her hands. You feel something cold and metallic being wrapped around them before you see the black band of the handcuffs locking your arms behind your back.

"Carol- what-?" You start, but she interrupts.

"I can't let you out of these, babygirl." She smirks and flips you over so that you're on your back beneath her. You let out a surprised yelp as she leans over you.

"Carol, what are you-" You start again, but she stops you with a kiss to your nose.

"Shhh," She soothes you with a gentle touch, "It'll be alright. You just have to be quiet, baby."

"But why-" You start again, but she presses a finger to your lips to stop you from speaking.

"We don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?"

You roll your eyes and smirk. “I think it’s a bit late for that-“

Carol laughs before kissing your cheek. "I know what I'm doing, sweetheart. Just be a good girl and let me take care of you."

She brings her hand to your throat and squeezes tightly as she leans forward, sucking at your pulse point.

You feel her hands wandering across your body, massaging and rubbing your sensitive skin. You whine and writhe beneath her, but you know better than to protest.

You can feel her lips tugging into a smirk as she bites and kisses her way down your body, stopping to toy with your tits and take your nipples into her mouth.

You can feel your pulse racing, and you can hear your heart in your ears. It's almost deafening, but not quite. Carol's hands are now on your thighs as she parts them with ease. She sucks at your inner thighs before finally sucking your clit into her mouth.

"Carol- fuck!" You cry out as she gently tugs at it between her teeth before she gently presses your thighs together around her head.

She's being rough, but not unbearably so. She's clearly getting off on you writhing beneath her, and the way you're trembling and squirming for her touch is the most satisfying thing she could have asked for. You're a moaning, drooling, quivering mess of a girl and she's not even close to being done with you yet.

She pulls away and you gasp for breath before she's already moving lower, sucking your clit back into her mouth before plunging two fingers into your dripping cunt. She uses her tongue to massage your swollen clit and she pumps her fingers in and out of you at an agonizing pace. Your mind is spinning and you're moaning so loudly, you almost don't hear her when she growls something against your pussy.

"Are you going to cum for me again, babygirl?" She asks, looking up at you with her brow furrowed.

You're almost embarrassed by how much you're cumming for her- how much she's turning you on.

"Yes! Carol please! Fuck!" You beg for her.

She smirks as her lips wrap around your clit and she sucks it back into her mouth. She bites down lightly, making you jump and squeal, but she doesn't let up. Her fingers pump into you as she uses her thumb to tease at your clit.

"You're being so good for me, sweetheart." Carol tells you, kissing your thighs before going back to sucking on your clit.

Her fingers are moving in and out of you as quickly as they can, and you can feel the way your walls clench around her fingers.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you baby?"

You shut your eyes as tightly as you can manage before you let out a deafening squeal while you nod your head furiously.

Until she slips her fingers from your cunt, that is. You're left shaking, your head swimming.

She shoves her wet fingers down your throat as she lines her cock back up with your cunt, staring into your nearly-shut eyes with desire.

"Come on, babygirl. Show me how badly you want my cock." She growls as she slams her cock back into your cunt.

"Fuck- Carol!" You cry out, feeling your walls clamp around her cock. You're close to climaxing once more.

"You like the taste of my fingers, don't you?" She teases. "You love having your pretty little mouth fucked by me, don't you?"

“Dunnit matter if it’s my cock,” She slams into you. “Or my fingers.” You choke helplessly on her digits.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes before she slips her fingers from your mouth.

You take in a ragged breath of air as she leans over you, gripping your hips as she continues to pound her cock inside of you.

"Tell me you're a slut for me," Carol whispers against your ear.

She moans and she bites the back of your neck as she continues to thrust inside of you.

"I'm a slut for you." You whine.

“Whose fucking pussy is this? Huh, little girl?”

You grunt and groan in response to her questions, but she slows her thrusts until she stops moving.

"What?" She teases, "Cat got your tongue?"

You moan loudly as you try to push your hips up against hers. "Your fucking pussy!"

"Yeah? And who am I?" She asks, beginning to speed up once more.

"My-My Captain!" You cry out, your voice nearly breaking from all the pleasure.

Fuck, you had never called her that before. You had jokingly referred to her as 'your captain', but you had never really meant it before this moment.

Her hips begin to move erratically as she slams her cock into you. You cry out as she wraps her arms around you and fucks you as hard as you've ever been fucked.

"Fuck, y/n... cum for me." She moans, biting your earlobe and rolling your nipple between her fingers.

You bite back a moan as you let go of all of the pleasure and the tears spill over your cheeks. She fucks you through your orgasm until she's grunting and her cock is spurting inside of you. She grabs your hair and pulls your head back by your locks as she groans into your neck.

She pulls out of you, and you watch with a lazy smile as her cum drips out of your cunt and down your thighs.

You feel her hands unlocking the handcuffs and pulling you up into her lap. You sit there for a moment, leaning against her chest as she kisses your shoulder.

She holds you as you cuddle against her.

"I love you," Carol tells you.

"I love you too," You murmur back.

“Want to try the other hole now?” She smirks, and you look up at her in horror.

She laughs and kisses your cheek.

"I'm joking," She says, "but... maybe some other time."

You let out a deep breath, letting your body relax and melt against her chest. You let yourself enjoy the afterglow as you cuddle up next to her. She wraps you up in her arms and gently kisses your lips before pulling the blankets over you and cuddling up with you.

"You know, you were really good for me tonight," Carol murmurs in your ear as she holds you.

You smirk and kiss her shoulder.

"You weren’t so bad yourself, Captain," You tease.

You can practically hear the smirk on her lips as she whispers something you can't quite make out before you fall asleep.

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#marvel wlw #captain marvel #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #brie larson #carol danvers x you #carol danvers smut #captain marvel smut #captain marvel imagine #carol x you #wlw fanfiction #marvel smut #marvel one shot #love's letters

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cyanide-sippy-cup · 3 months

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Watching Moon Girl season 2 with my brother. First: watch this show. This is a command. Second: Spoilers Below.

I knew the show had gone into dark and heavy territory in season 1 but holy hell, I wasn't expecting that.

The show's version of Molecule Man is cool enough. Not my favorite, but I like how he's similar to Beyonder (what with his comic origin and whatnot). He felt like a real, genuine threat. I like that the part that's usually reserved for Lunella to win (or at least kick some ass) is instead here a song about how she's not good enough as she is violently beaten down and nearly killed.

I like the trauma plot so far. She's faced being overpowered like that before, but usually it's from Beyonder who just has her entertain him until he decides he's done and then leaves. She's never faced someone with his power who's actually trying to kill her before.

I also like the effect it has on Casey, giving her issues with being left behind and causing her to be clingy and overwhelming. I like how Mimi clearly sees something is going on but doesn't wanna pressure it.

I quite enjoyed her little friendship with Beyonder. How they help each other up, that she teaches him braids, that he still wanted to test the rocket, and that when she began to panic he just snapped her back.

Oh and also

SOGGY BEYONDER.

#moon girl spoilers #i also like the details of ep 2 #particularly in that she wears a protective hairstyle #also oh no she made beyonder into a pickpocket #moon girl and devil dinosaur #moon girl #moon girl magic #lunella lafayette #moongirl lunella #beyonder #molecule man #LOOK IM SORRY ABOUT SOGGY BEYONDER #WE JUST CALLED HIM THAT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY ENOUGH TO SHARE #this show is so good #feels like a love letter to marvel fans. and also is just a damn good show regardless #and that damned intro theme is a total earworm #like im not complainin but it is STUCK in my head

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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❝𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏❞

Historical Characters

💕 Yan!Alexander the Great w/His Twins!Children (Platonic)

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Heartstopper

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💕 Yandere Jimin (Romantic)

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Hannibal

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lokigayforhela · 10 months

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Ricochet

TW: Character Death

WC: 3902

Rating: PG

A/N: Hi, there! Long time no see. Any Swifties out there? Like just about half of the rest of the world, I've become enthralled with the Eras Tour and a couple of songs have been weighing heavily on my mind, and I thought I'd put one of them to good use and make this very sad fanfic to cope. My sincerest apologies for the feelings you're absolutely about to have. Enjoy~

Can you still feel me here?

Hela blinked dully out of the grandiose windows of the solarium, the light of Asgard’s nearest sun filtering through the window with a warmth that didn’t reach her skin. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt… anything. Couldn’t remember the last time something had made her heart feel like it should keep beating. Couldn’t remember the feel of your touch burning her with a passion that had felt thrilling and intoxicating. A fire that she would have been happy to let turn her into ashes.

Until it had.

She didn’t like thinking about what she had done. Didn’t like holding the responsibility of what had happened to you on her shoulders with a heaviness that dragged her down, making the overarching outcome unworthy of the cost.

If only she had realized what was happening, what was being done to her. Perhaps she could have stopped herself from letting you go the one place she couldn’t follow, no matter how much she longed to.

The sound of a door opening brought Hela back to her senses, though her distant gaze remained unmoved, looking through the window and out into the courtyard, as if she could find all the answers she wished for and comfort she craved so desperately hidden amongst the grass and flowers down below. She didn’t look up even as she felt a presence settle near her side.

“It’s time.”

The rough voice was enough to jolt her a little more firmly into the present, though she still refused to look him in the eye.

Not after what he’d made her do.

The short silence that followed was halted by a heavy sigh.

“You are the one that wanted to lay her to rest.”

Something snapped inside of her, at that, and with a gaze so fierce she could have turned everything to stone, she finally looked at her father, fighting to keep her focus on him and not the pale figure that stood off to the side behind him. As she spoke, her lips curled into a snarl that she struggled not to vocalize.

“And you’re the reason that she’s dead.”

The Allfather said nothing to that, instead turning his own gaze to the window. As though silence was what would fill in the cracks of their shattered relationship and make it whole again. As though his refusal to acknowledge his part in the crime would bring you back and make everything as it once was again.

Unwilling to let him get away so easily, Hela exhaled heavily, her fury palpable in the space between them.

“You had no right using the Stone on me. No. Right.”

“It had to be done.”

Hela felt her fingers twitch against the seam of her black trousers. She hadn’t been able to wear her suit again yet. Couldn’t bring herself to, when your blood stained the memory of it.

“You made it so.” She swallowed thickly. “You knew there was no other way for you to get what you wanted.” For just a second, her gaze faltered to that pale figure again, long enough to see the distraught melancholy etched across lips firmly pressed together, and then she had to look away again.

Do you regret what you did?

“It is not just I who benefits from the collection of the Infinity Stones, daughter. The entirety of them in our armory would ensure that Asgard remains the very seat of power in not just the Nine Realms, but the entire cosmos.”

“It means nothing.” This time Hela did snarl, hands curling into fists where they hung at her sides. She couldn’t afford to let her anger get the better of her. Even if there were no longer consequences that she cared about.

The Allfather heaved another sigh that seemed to echo in the emptiness of the solarium. “…you’ll understand, in time.”

Hela bit out a scoff, lips pressing together tightly as she tried to control the urge to continue arguing, and almost immediately lost. “Did you watch it happen? Did you see the fear in her eyes, as I dragged her to the edge of the cliff? Hear the terror in her voice as she tried to figure out what I was doing? Why I was the one doing it?” She swallowed thickly, blinking to stifle the burn of tears in her eyes. “She didn’t go willingly. She was terrified. She fought and she kicked and she tried to get away. And I didn’t let her. You didn’t let her.”

“That she fought means she will be immortalized in Valhalla.”

“At what cost?!” This time, Hela could not keep the emotion out of her voice, and one single tear trailed down her face. “I’ll never be able to see her again. She will never be allowed into my realm, and I will never be allowed into hers. Something else that you made so. What a birthright. To rule a realm only the unglorified in death will see.”

“Hela.” The Allfather’s voice was much softer than it had been previously, and for just a moment, Hela thought that he might actually regret what he had done. That he might actually hold remorse for taking control of her mind with the Stone and giving her no choice but to do his bidding by whatever means necessary.

And then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the figure move just an inch closer, blurry features becoming just a little more recognizable. Familiar.

“…leave me to bury her alone. I don’t require your help nor do I want it. It was by my hand that she was killed, and it will be by my hand that she is laid to rest. In the gardens. And you will not demand I place her elsewhere. You will not complain about the state of the soil and grass until the ground heals over again. It will serve as a reminder for you just as much as it will for me. And I wish that you could feel the same pain and regret that I will, every day for the rest of my life.” She paused, taking a shaky breath as she turned her head to face the window again. “But you won’t. And you never will.”

Nothing was said after that, and Hela held her breath until she heard the sound of receding footsteps followed by a door closing. She wanted to break down right then and there. Wanted to scream and break things and weep until she could no longer.

But she had to make it through what came next.

She owed you that much.

Taking a slow breath to steady herself, she turned from the window, ignoring the fact that the figure was now closer than it had been, and began to walk, each step feeling like it took every drop of energy she held within herself.

You can do this, she told herself over and over again, ignoring the feel of eyes on her as the figure undoubtedly followed just behind her.

In a strange sort of way, Hela mused that it felt right that this was something that was going to be just the two of you. All that had ever been between you, had only been for the two of you. Until it hadn’t, and that was a mistake Hela already knew she would regret for the rest of her time. One little slip, and your secret had become known and then had been used against you, and now she was burying you.

When she reached the spot in the gardens where it was to be done, she found that you had already been brought out, your body wrapped in black silks tied neatly with ribbons. She hadn’t wanted to confine you into a coffin. You had never liked small spaces. And you’d always talked about how one day your body would go on to grow the very flowers and trees that you loved so much, so it had seemed natural for Hela to bury you in a way that you were closer to achieving that.

Did you ever think I’d be growing the flowers so soon?

She reached over to take the shovel that had been propped up against the willow tree that she had picked out to bury you beneath. She easily could have had someone dig the hole for her, or could even have used magic to carve out the ground beneath her, but she wanted to do it herself. Wanted to punish herself in a way that was useful. A way that honored you, even if it was the saddest way in which one could honor a person.

You deserved so much more than that, but it was all Hela could give you now.

As she began to dig down into the earth, she was all too aware of the pale figure standing just across from her, could feel the gaze following her as she mechanically dug the shovel down, hefted the dirt to the side, and repeated the motion over and over again. The silence that surrounded her seemed… loud. Unnatural and uncomfortable, and she wished that a bird would settle in one of the drooping branches of the tree and sing just to fill the emptiness that had bled out from her heart and begun to saturate the garden as she dug and dug.

It wasn’t until Asgard’s sun had reached its peak in the sky that Hela finally allowed herself a break. She’d dug a solid four feet into the ground, which likely would be more than enough to lay you to rest without a coffin, but to err on the safer side, she wanted to dig at least another foot or two more.

Pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the empty grave, she took a moment to rub at her hands, swiping the dirt and debris away as best she could, and as she turned her hands, the sunlight caught on the ring she wore on her right hand. Something else that had been just for the two of you. She brought her hand closer to her face, carefully wiping at the set stone perched neatly in the band, trying to wipe away the last remaining specks of dirt, even though she knew it was fruitless. She was only going to dig more and have to do the same thing over again when she finished.

“I gave you that ring.”

Hela swallowed thickly, and after a long moment of hesitation, tilted her head up to finally look at you, trying to ignore the way the sunlight streamed right through your body, and how the draping leaves of the willow tree passed right through your chest and legs as you stood on the other side of the grave, face still twisted with that deep melancholy that had made itself home in your expression.

“It was just for us. Something only we would know. And that was enough. For me, it was enough.”

Hela swallowed thickly, unable to hold your gaze as you spoke. The sound of your voice brought back terrible memories, of the way she had gripped you by the wrist and pulled you bit by bit to the edge of the cliff and the way you had screamed, begged her to stop and apologized for whatever you had done to upset her so.

“It wasn’t really you that did it. I know that now.” You turned your face up to look at the flowering buds on the ends of the willow branches as they blew in the breeze, holding your hand out and watching the sunlight filter through the translucency of your skin. “It’s funny, when you die. You learn all the secrets. The ones you’ve always wanted to know, and the ones you had no idea were being kept.” You gave a sad smile, letting your hand drop back to your side as you looked back to Hela, frowning when you realized she still wasn’t looking at you. “I think that it would be too much for someone living to know. And that’s why it’s all kept away from you until you have nothing left to learn in life, so you have to learn everything that comes after it.” You gave a soft sigh, wanting nothing more than to reach out and comfort her, to draw her into your arms and soothe away her hurt and grief. “…I’m not mad at you. I need you to know that.”

Hela finally looked up at that, brow creased with a sorrow that you knew mirrored that which resided in your own being. “I killed you. I did.”

You shook your head. “Not of your own accord. And that’s what matters. What he did to you was unfair. And yes, what you did to me because of him was unfair, too, but… I cannot hold it against you. I saw how you were afterward. When it was done. Saw the way you broke yourself out of the grip of the Mind Stone, the way you fought your way back to me, uncaring of the work it would take for you to find me at the bottom of that cliff.” You gave a soft, sad little smile. “Did you know you’re the only person that’s ever come back for someone? I learned that after I died, too.”

Hela forced a smile that even you could see was more sadness than anything else. “I couldn’t leave you there. When I came to my senses, when I realized what had happened… I had to bring you back. I couldn’t leave you there, after everything. After seeing the way you had fought so hard to get me to stop and I hadn’t… couldn’t…”

You nodded slowly, taking a slow breath, even though you didn’t need the oxygen any longer. “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace. I knew that much, even though I didn’t understand what was happening at the time. I knew I had to fight back, even if it was pointless. To be honest, I think it was more out of instinct than anything else.”

Hela averted her gaze to the bottom of the pit once more, and abruptly turned it up again. If she looked too long at the distant ground beneath her, she could see the image of your broken form sprawled out on the ground, laying there like a forgotten porcelain doll. You watched as Hela’s face darkened, and couldn’t bear to see her get upset any more than she already was, and you heaved another pointless sigh. “…I don’t want you to remember me like that, though.”

Hela took a shaky breath, cutting her eyes back to look at you directly again. “I don’t want to remember you like this, either.”

You smiled as best you could. “Then don’t. Remember me the way that I was when it was just you and me. Those special moments we had when no one else was watching. That’s how I’ll remember you.”

“I don’t know how to go on without you,” Hela admitted, in the smallest voice you had ever heard her speak in, and it broke you to know that it was because of you.

“The same way that you did before me.”

Hela shook her head. “It’s different now. I’ll know what I lost. What I could have had.”

You smiled softly, trying not to let your overwhelming sadness show in your expression. “I will always be yours. Even if I’m nothing but the morning breeze or the light of the moon shining on you in the dark when you can’t sleep at night. I’ll still be yours.��

“I’ll miss you.” She hesitated for a moment. “I already do. I miss you so much, that I feel it. Like an ache in my bones.”

“And I’ll miss you the same. I always will. And it will hurt, knowing that I can exist and go anywhere I could ever want, in a sense, but… never back home.” The weight of your words left you drifting down toward the ground, and you let yourself hover as though you were sitting on the edge of the grave, your grave, across from Hela so that you could keep watching her.

“You were so brave. Up until I… up until the end, you were so brave. You always were.”

You looked up at Hela to find that she was openly weeping now. You’d rarely seen her cry before, but this… this was something entirely different. This was a cry that seemed to be wrenching itself from somewhere deep within her chest, causing her hands to tremble and her shoulders to heave with the force of it.

“You taught me to be. And I will always be grateful for that. Grateful for the time that we had together, even if it was cut so devastatingly short.”

After an achingly long moment, Hela nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was in agreement or resolve, and then she stood again and reached for the shovel before hopping back down into the bottom of the grave.

There were so many more things you wanted to say, and you were sure that there were even more things that Hela wanted to say, too, but instead you let the silence wash over the both of you, watching wordlessly as she continued to dig deeper and deeper. Until the sun had begun its descent down toward the horizon.

It was just before sunset when Hela finally seemed satisfied with her work and she climbed out long enough so that she could carefully cradle your body to hers as she hopped back down to the bottom again. She couldn’t bear the thought of just tossing you down there as though you were little more than a rag doll. She wanted to lay you there gently, like she could pretend she was only tucking you in for a nap and not an eternal sleep.

With careful, hesitant hands, she laid you down gently, making sure that you were settled nicely against the horribly uncomfortable dirt beneath you, and she absentmindedly smoothed down the silks covering you, making you look nice and neat before kissing the top of your head and lingering there as you watched from above, a lump forming in your throat as you knew what would have to come next.

Hela hesitated after she had gotten herself back out of the grave, turning back around to look down where you lay, so far away and alone. It filled her with such a strong wish that she could follow you, which was quickly dampened by the knowledge that she never could, no matter how hard she tried.

You continued to watch her in silence, having a vague idea of where her mind was at, but uncertain that speaking about it so openly would help matters.

“I’m not down there anymore. And I never will be.” You made yourself rise, so that you were standing more equally with Hela again. “You don’t have to worry about me now. I’ll be okay.”

“But you won’t be with me,” Hela lamented, absentmindedly reaching for the shovel and gripping it in both hands as she continued to look down into the grave.

“Just because you cannot see me does not mean I won’t be with you. I will always be with you. Like birdsong on the wind or a lullaby in the quiet of night. Remember?”

You watched Hela as she finally, slowly, tore her gaze away from your motionless form down in the earth and looked back up at you, gaze drinking you in as though this would be her last chance to. And you supposed it would be, no matter how much you tried to sugarcoat it with sweet words and romantic ideas.

“I will be okay,” you repeated, holding her gaze with as much honesty and reassurance as you could muster when you could feel your heart aching, knowing that your remaining time with Hela was limited.

After an agonizingly long moment, Hela nodded, shifting her grip on the shovel slightly before finally turning, scooping up the first bit of dirt and knowing it would be the hardest.

She did not look as she let it fall down into the grave. Didn’t want to see it hit you, hear it land against the silks with a dull thud. Instead, she kept digging, slowly covering you up bit by bit as you watched her, unwilling to look anywhere else but at her.

You could feel it, as whatever last little bit of you that was tethered to Asgard, or perhaps Hela, began to sever in a way you knew meant that it was time for you to go wherever you were meant to be next. It felt calming, so peaceful that you knew you never could have experienced a feeling like it, when you were still alive. You tried to speak, tried to call Hela’s name one last time, but your voice came out little more than a whisper, despite the fact that you tried to scream it into the sky, desperate for her to look at you one last time.

Hela, though, seemed to sense what was happening without your help, and without stopping what she was doing, she met your gaze, mournful eyes locked with yours as she shoveled mound after mound of dirt on top of you. She kept her gaze on you as your translucent body flickered, fading in and out of existence as she buried you.

I love you, you wanted to tell her. Wanted to scream it so that everyone around could hear it, could feel the reverberation of the declaration throughout their very souls. But all you could do was mouth the words, again and again, so Hela knew that you meant them.

“I love you, too,” Hela responded, hesitating for just the slightest moment as she struck into the dirt with the shovel again. She was getting closer to being finished. Shoveling the dirt back in was going much faster than it had taken to get it out in the first place, a cruel circumstance that left Hela wishing she could drag out the ordeal as long as she could manage, if it meant that you would still be standing there, looking at her, with her.

But hadn’t she already made you suffer enough? Didn’t you deserve some peace and rest, after everything you had gone through? Wasn’t it time to finally let you go?

“I’ll never forget you,” Hela promised, holding the shovel with its last little bit of dirt above the grave but unwilling to drop it just yet. “I’ll keep you alive in every way that I couldn’t. Say your name every chance that I get, to keep you here with me.”

There was so much you still wanted to say to her, so much you wanted her to know.

But all you could do was muster your best smile as you nodded, a single tear running down your cheek and ricocheting off the collar of your gown as Hela released the last bit of soil, patting it flat as she watched your ghostly form give one last little shimmering flicker in the moonlight, and then disappear entirely.

And it was only then that Hela finally allowed herself to be lost to her grief.

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