#peter baby you’re a little dumb dumb

[mellowsadistic]

Easter Bunnies - Part 3

Melony woke up from her nap feeling strange. Her first thought was of chocolate. Daddy had said she could have some of her Easter eggs after her nap, and she could feel a rumbling in her tummy. But her second thought was about why she was taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon. She wasn’t a baby, after all. Only dumb babies needed naps. She lifted her head off her pillow and looked around blearily. She was sharing a crib with Jackie. Her friend was still fast asleep, sucking her thumb peacefully, and she was giving off a strong smell of urine. But then, Melony thought, as she lifted the covers and looked down at the sodden adult diaper around her own waist, that could just as easily be her…

She blinked. Her head felt funny. Or had it been feeling funny before? She put a hand to the top of her head, but there was nothing there. No bunny ears. Where had they gone? A slight frown creased her brow. Why did she want them so badly anyway? They were just a pair of stupid bunny ears. They were for little girls. Or were they for big girls too? Her frown became more pronounced. She was pretty sure she’d seen grown-ups wearing bunny ears. Girls in sexy outfits. So they couldn’t be that immature.

Melony got up on her knees, and her mouth twisted into a grimace as her nappy sagged heavily. It was so full of wee-wee that it almost touched the plastic sheet of Jackie’s crib. Her outfit definitely wasn’t mature. Adults didn’t wear yucky wet diapers. She put her hands to her chest, and her felt her breasts through the fabric of the yellow t-shirt Daddy had dressed her in for her nap. But little girls didn’t have these.

Then it all came flooding back to her in a rush, all her memories, all her awareness. “Oh my God…” she whispered. She started shaking Jackie awake. “Jackie,” she hissed urgently, panic rising inside her. Their boyfriends were trying to turn them into overgrown toddler freaks! “Jackie, wake up!”

Jackie’s eyes fluttered open and she pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. “Dada?” she murmured sleepily.

“No, Jackie, it’s me! It’s Melony! Wake up! You’ve got to remember who you are!”

Jackie rubbed her eyes with her fists and blinked up at her. “Mewwie?” She clambered awkwardly up onto her knees too, then she grinned. “Mewwie!” she squealed, and wrapped Melony in a tight hug. “I wuv you!”

Melony cringed. She could feel her friend’s braless breasts squishing against her. “I love you too, Jackie,” she said, keeping her voice low, “but right now we need to get out of here.” She extracted herself from the cuddle. “You’re not a baby, Jackie. You’re a grown woman, remember? You’re twenty-four years old. You’re training to be a doctor!”

Jackie cocked her head, still grinning. She let out a gurgling giggle that suggested to Melony she hadn’t understood a word of what she’d just said, or perhaps she just thought they were playing.

Hazel stirred beneath the sheets of her mattress on the floor. She yawned and stretched and got to her feet; as the Hello Kitty covers fell from her body, she was revealed wearing nothing but a soaking wet pair of training pants. It was no wonder the room smelled like pee – all three women had wet themselves in their sleep.

“Hazel!” Melony said urgently, turning her attention to her other friend.

Hazel blushed and covered her padded crotch with her hands. “Acc-see-dents doesn’t count when it’s naptime,” she mumbled shamefully. “Daddy says.”

“Hazel please! You’re not a toddler! You’re an adult!”

Hazel beamed. “I a big girl!” she declared proudly, putting her hands on her hips and standing with her legs wide, making the droop of her pull-ups obvious. “Not a baby wike you and Jackie!”

“No!” Melony pleaded. “Hazel, we’re all adults! Our boyfriends have done something to us! You’ve got to wake up!”

Hazel shook her head in a superior way. “Am awake, Mewwie,” she said. “Siwwy baby!”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and Peter came in.

“You!” Melony snarled, getting to her feet and gripping the side of the crib, glaring at her boyfriend. “What the hell have you done to us?!”

Peter raised his eyebrow. “That’s no way to talk to your Daddy, little one,” he said, sternly. “Keep that up and I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee.”

“You’re not my Daddy!” Melony shouted furiously. “And you can’t talk to me that way! I don’t know if you drugged us or hypnotized us or what, but when I get out of here you’re going straight into a fucking prison cell!”

His expression quite calm, Peter walked up to the crib and lowered the bars. Then he took Jackie by the hand and helped her down onto the carpet. “Hazel,” he said, turning to the nearly nude young woman, “be a good girl, take Jackie and go and find your Daddies, okay? I think they’ll give you some of your Easter chocolate! But Mellie’s being a naughty little girl, so I’m going to have to give her a spanking before she can come downstairs.”

Jackie’s eyes widened and Hazel giggled. “Yes, Mewwie’s Daddy!” she chirped, and she took Jackie by the hand and skipped out of the room in nothing but her pissy pull-up, dragging her infantilized friend along beside her.

Once they were gone, Peter turned back to her. He pointed his finger at the floor. “Come here, Mellie. Out of the crib. You’ve earned yourself a sore, red bottom, young lady.”

“You’re crazy!” Melony shouted. “I’m not gonna let you spank me, you monster!”

“In a minute or two, you’re not going to have the will to resist, darling. Not when Daddy gives you a stern look. Your mind will be regressing back to babyhood any moment now.”

“W-what do you mean?” Melony stammered, as a chill ran through her body at his words.

“There we no drugs, sweetie,” said Peter. “No hypnosis. Just your special bunny ears. They made all those wonderful changes inside your head, just like they did with your two little friends, and the effects are totally permanent, baby girl. This is just a little bounce-back, that’s all. Jackie had hers yesterday, and Hazel had hers just before we arrived today. One final little burst of adulthood before it’s back to diapers forever.”

“No…” Melony whispered. But she could already feel it happening in her mind. Her head was getting fuzzy again. Soft and fuzzy. Like it was full of cotton candy. She shook her head fiercely. “No!” she shouted. Her face was burning with humiliation at the thought of being stuck as an adult-sized toddler for the rest of her life, being gawped at and cooed over by strangers, by her friends and family, by her lunatic of a boyfriend. “I’m not gonna be wike… like that forever!”

“I’m afraid there’s no going back now, baby,” Peter said gently. “If you had any last things you wanted to say as a grown-up, now’s the time, because in a few moments you’ll have the behaviours and intellectual level of a three-year-old.” He grinned. “But I’m going to treat you like you’re two.” He looked her over thoughtfully. “Oliver wanted a happy toddler girl who’s proud as a peach to sit on an oversized child’s potty and pee in it in front of a crowd,” he said. “Hazel was always so shy before, but now she’s quite the little exhibitionist, as I’m sure you’ve noticed! George just wanted to see Jackie transformed into a dim-witted baby, barely out of infancy, without a thought in her pretty little head. She was so smart before; I think George finds it funny that she’s now too dumb to even tell when she’s pooped her pants.”

Melony could only stare at her boyfriend in horror. It was getting harder and harder to hold her thoughts together, and there was another problem too – the rumbling in her tummy from earlier had changed into a different feeling, a fullness in her bottom. She clenched her rear tightly.

“But I wanted something a little different from both of them,” Daddy went on. Peter. His name was Peter, not Daddy. “I wanted the sweet spot; a girl who’s just mature enough to want to be out of diapers, but who has to wear them anyway. I think that would be perfect for you, Mellie.”

Mellie shook her head again, her lips forming a pout. “No!” she whined. Her head felt so empty. So light and fluffy. Fluffy like a bunny. “Don’t wanna… Don’t wike…” The pressure in her bottom was building, becoming impossible to control almost as quickly as it had first appeared.

“Go on, baby,” her boyfriend cooed. “Any last thoughts before it’s back to baby-land for good for big girl Melony?”

Mellie looked up into his eyes. A mixture of fear and anger and confusion burned in hers. “Gotta go poopy!” she blurted, and then bent her knees, screwed up her face, and started to poop her pants.

Above her, Daddy laughed. “That’s my little Mellie,” he cooed, patting her on the head. She let out a loud grunt and pushed a load into her nappy, quickly followed by a long gush of pee-pee. “That’s Daddy’s little stinker! Melony the big girl is all gone now, isn’t she? It’s just silly baby Mellie left, ready to spend the rest of Easter toddling around in a dirty diaper. Ready for a lifetime of loving cuddles and strict discipline from her Daddy. Finish up making your whoopsie, baby, then move that messy bum of yours out of the crib. Your big girl brains might have leaked out into your nappy, but Daddy hasn’t forgotten that you need a spanking!”

The End

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#mellowsadistic

[reidslovely]

being academic “rivals” with peter

rivals in quotes because you two obviously like each other but are choosing to hide behind witty banter till one of you builds up the courage to ask the other out

maybe you’re a total perfectionist and never really take breaks so you become really stressed out and finally reach a breaking point and peter is just like ‘baby :(’ and he just holds you + maybe takes somewhere to help you relax

I love this trope..because I am a perfectionist in my work. And though I have never really had an academic rival I do heavily relate to mirrorball by Taylor Swift. Anywho..I think this trope is so perfect for Pete! So picture this...

Riding the subway home from your last lecture of the day was the most exhausting experience. Your earbuds were shoved uncomfortably in your ears as you stared blankly out of the window watching the tiled walls of the subway speed by. Your professors voice grating against your ear drums, it was almost enough to make you cry.

It actually brought you to tears.

Finals were coming up, and not only were you competing with yourself and your need to be greater you were competing with Peter Parker.

Biochem genius, your academic rival, and your..boyfriend. It's a funny story, a long story but a fun story. Long story short, too many long nights in the lab working against each other turned into long nights working with each other and helping one another gain points against one another.

No matter how much you loved him, and his dumb little face you had to do better on your finals than he would. A very nice vacation was riding on it: if you got the better grade you two would break open your savings and head up to a cute little cabin you'd been wanting to stay at. If Peter got the better grade you were going to spend a week in Vegas..both were a great option but one was more peaceful and less overstimulating than the other. Your head dropped onto your hand for a moment staring at the dunks in front of you. Your eyes looked up at the lanky figure in front of you and Peter stared down, he was obviously picking up on something you weren't. The subway cart came to a jolting holt you scrambled to your feet, grabbing Peters hand as he led you both out of the cart and up the steps. He reached down slowly pulling the earbuds out of your ears.

"Enough of this, relax." Peter says kissing your head softly. He tucked the earphones into your pockets as you neared his apartment. You felt your gut sink, you knew that he had good intentions but it also felt like he wanted you to fail. Once in the apartment you sat on the couch cracking your book open finishing up rewriting your notes the lecture now playing outlaid from your phone. Everything sounded jumbled and like one big sentence, why was this not sticking what was wrong with you? Why couldn't you get your brain to work? "Baby, c'mere." Peter's body weight drops down over the back of the couch, kissing your cheek softly. "Enough you've prepared enough, no more of this. You're burning out." "I'm not.." You deny the tears already building up in your eyes. He climbs over the back of the couch pulling you between his legs. Pushing books off to the table, and turning the lecture off. "I'm backing out of the bet." He says. "It was stupid. I thought it would be fun but it's put to much on you, so here's what we are gonna do." He speaks softly rubbing patterns on your back. You look up at him, tears finally falling. "We are gonna take our final on Friday and on Saturday morning we are driving up to that cabin and you are not gonna lift a finger okay? No studying, no research work, no spider-man things. Just us. Okay? You just have to promise me one thing?"

"Mhm?" You ask wiping your tears away. "You just do your best and show up. Can we do that?" You nod your head slowly resting your head against his chest, he lowered his head kissing your forehead softly. "Besides, I was gonna let you win either way." He laughs, the vibration off his chest bouncing joy into yours causing you to smile.

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[belladonnasmenagerie]

Day 5: Mark Hoffman X Reader

Mirror sex, brat taming, double penetration

💔🥀Hey guys!!! I’m sorry for not posting in a long time I get sidetracked and distracted easily, I want to try and get good or decent works out for all of you so please stay patient with me I’ll post when I can!! Now enjoy some saucy Hoffman 😏🥀💔

!!18 plus!! Minors don’t interact!!

Overview: After a police event Mark teaches you a lesson for being a brat and flirting with Strahm

Warnings: dirty talk, degrading, anal, mirror sex, explicit language, toys, double penetration.

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“Fuck! Needy fucking whore.” Mark growled, arms tucked underneath your bent knees as one of his hands gripped around your throat, holding you up in his arms your own body nearly bent in half.

Panting hard you could feel the overstimulation setting in as Mark’s cock kept pounding into your stretched ass, the fake vibrating cock still pulsing inside your slick pussy.

“Look at yourself, spread out taking cocks in both holes like a bratty, needy, slut.” Mark degraded into your ear enunciating the last 3 words with sharp thrusts.

Your mind was empty, hazy eyes watching each thrust go up into you from the mirror, legs spread wide pulled up against your chest to give a good view of both cocks inside you.

“All you had to do was be a good girl at the event tonight and you could’ve gotten a reward.” Mark grunted, his thrusts becoming harsher “but no I had to pull you from flirting with fucking Strahm because you’re a needy cumdumpster wanting another mans cock inside you, right?”

You shook your head no

“No? Look at how fucked dumb you are by me just putting a dildo inside your greedy pussy, while my cock is tearing your ass open.” He snapped reaching his other hand down to press the dildo deeper inside of you.

A screech left your lips at the feeling begging Mark

“No more! Please!”

A quick slap to your clit echoed across the room.

“I told you not to beg. This is your punishment and you’re going to take it like the brat you are, right?”

You nodded “Yes, sir.” You whimpered feeling your poor puffy clit throb at the slap.

“Good girl.” Mark praised thrusting up inside you faster, focusing on his own pleasure as his balls slapped against you.

Face buried into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut he cursed into your skin feeling the way you squeezed around him, loving the way your moans and whimpers filled the room. He hated being this way with you but the way you showed off your body in that skin tight dress and that push up bra plus how you caressed Peters arm, laughing a little too hard at his jokes, he knew what you were doing this all to be a brat in need of attention. And now he’s going to give said attention to you over and over again until he’s satisfied.

The feeling of your nails digging into his arm knocked him from his thoughts, slowing down his thrusts so he could focus and whisper to you.

“What’s the matter baby?”

“M’ gonna cum again..” you whimpered feeling your pussy pulsing against the still vibrating toy strapped inside you, the thick black straps digging into your flesh.

“Mmmm, cum one more time for me, Then I’ll take the toy out of you.”

You nodded feeling one of Mark’s hands move to your pussy

“Such a good girl.” He praised moving his fingers against your clit “Come on baby, once more.” He egged you on

Your legs shook as you did your best to move against Marks fingers, the way they worked against your clit making you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“Fuck!” You yelled letting everything go as the 5th orgasm of the night overtook you, forcing you convulse against your boyfriend.

“So fucking good baby.” Mark praised watching how hard your orgasm hit you, his cock twitching inside your ass “and as promised..” unclipping the straps he pulled out the slick toy slowly from your pussy, making you mewl from the feeling as he dropped the toy to the floor.

“Thank you.” You breathed out

Mark hummed letting his hands caress over your spent body, his lips pressing against your neck as he moaned out.

“We’re not done yet baby.”

Looking back at him you pleaded with your eyes, hoping he’d take his cock out of you and just cum over your face.

“Oh poor baby, maybe you shouldn’t have acted the way you did and I wouldn’t have to do this.” He mocked

A swift slap to your pussy made you jolt and cry out, tears rolling down your eyes as Mark squeezed your legs in his arms, harder. With a growl Mark started thrusting his cock back into your ass as he chased his high.

You whimpered feeling like a rag doll in Marks arms being used for his own pleasure as he fucked the life from you.

“Yes! fuck yes!” Mark moaned burying his face into your shoulder, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he buried himself as deep as he could go, balls clenching as his seed spurted inside of you.

Breathing heavily Mark thrusted up a few more times, riding out his high and fucking the cum into you.

Letting go of your legs, which dropped like dead weight on either side of Marks legs, he pressed a sweet kiss to your neck.

One of his hands wrapped back around you, over your twitching thighs over to your sensitive pussy giving it a couple slaps forcing your body to involuntarily twitch as you groaned trying to push his hand away.

Mark chuckled placing his hand on your thigh

“Damn.” He moved your hair behind your ear with the other hand “didn’t know you could cum so much baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled turning your head to kiss his lips.

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #horror #slasher smut #smut #kinktober #update #saw franchise #mark hoffman #saw movies

[fettuccin-e]

The Perks of Being A STEM Major

this came to me in a dream,, like actually. I had a dream about fucking machine and i wanted to write something with peter in it, so yeah (Tags: Peter Parker x Reader, fucking machine, sex toys, fem!reader, blowjob)

It’s not a secret that you were single for a long time before Peter Parker came into your life. 

Your friends still tease you about it, about how Peter broke your vow of swearing off men, trying to focus on your robotics studies. Which, of course, you did. You were, throughout college, at the top of all of your classes, a model intern at Oscorp, extremely successful in your field.

When Peter came into your life, you were terrified your, frankly overwhelming, feelings for him would derail your studies, and throw you off course, but Peter was perfect. An absolute dream; he kept you on top of all of your deadlines when you were overwhelmed with all your classes, helped you when you were struggling with a concept in one of your many math classes and gave you soft kisses as encouragement while you were studying. Even now, after college, with his job at the Bugle and your full-time job at Oscorp, he supports you daily, staying the most beautiful, perfect boyfriend you could ask for.

Not to mention the sex. The mind-blowing, life-altering sex.

Between his strong arms, powerful body, and ridiculous stamina, Peter Parker is a fucking god in bed. He can spend hours between your thighs, eating your pussy like a man starved. His fingers spread you open, long and pressing into the deepest parts of you. His cock, thick and long and heavy like the rest of him, fills you up so good, turning you perfectly dumb and pliant when he sinks into you. He’s ruined every other man for you, and you’re not ashamed to tell your friends that.

But, you were also single for a very long fucking time. And as a student without any time to date, and without the willpower for a one night stand, you found other ways to fit your needs. The fact that you were a robotics major was just a perk.

The machine isn’t sophisticated in the slightest. A contraption of spare parts from other projects, specifically designed to perform one motion at three different speeds. It took you four hours on a boring Saturday to build. Better than your standard vibrator, much better than tiring your arm by thrusting your thick dildo into your tiny pussy every night. The machine did the job for you. All you had to do was attach your dildo to it, set yourself in front of it, and press one of the three buttons on your remote. And, dear god, did that satisfy any of your needs while you worked through school.

You had honestly forgotten about the machine after you met Peter. While the machine was regularly brought out every weekend while you were single, Peter Parker, with his thick cock and strong body, kept the machine in your closet, collecting dust while he fucked you stupid every night.

You didn’t think twice when Peter asked you to move in with you a year into your relationship, jumping at the chance to wake up next to him every day, to spend your free time cuddling and kissing and fucking like rabbits.

“Hey, honey?” Peter calls from across your little apartment, packing some of your things up in your bedroom while you sort your kitchen supplies into different boxes. “Do you think you could come in here, real quick?”

“Coming!” you yell back, setting your toaster into a box before crossing into the bedroom.

And there he sits, your boyfriend, grinning smugly with your machine sitting in front of him, your dildo still attached to it. You swear to god your heart drops into your stomach. 

“I, uh, that’s just- well look,” you stutter, stumbling forward to snatch up the machine, but Peter beats you to it, snatching it up to set it on his lap.

You can feel how bright red your face is, breathing a little ragged with your complete and utter mortification. But Peter just keeps smirking at you, holding the machine. 

“Use this a lot baby? Did you build this yourself?” he asks.

“No! Well, yes, but also no, uh. No to the first question, uh, yes to the second?” you stumble over your words, trying to look anywhere but that fucking stupid machine.

“So, you haven’t used it in a while?” Peter asks, tilting his head at you, teasing.

“No, um, not since I met you. I haven’t used it since I met you, Peter.”

“Hm. Well, that’s good.” Peter says, running a finger down the cold metal of the base of the machine. “Means I’m doing my job right, fucking you good.” He looks up into your eyes from his place on the floor. “But, I bet you looked fucking gorgeous when you used it, didn’t you baby?”

You don’t think your cheeks can get any redder as you mumble, “I don’t know, maybe.”

“Oh,” Peter chuckles softly, “I know you looked gorgeous, sweetheart. Getting plowed by your little machine. Little pussy needed someone to fuck it before I met you, didn’t you?” You don’t respond, but Peter doesn’t need you to. He stands, still holding the machine while he towers high over you. “Now listen here, angel. I’m going to go clean this off, and while I’m gone, you’re gonna strip down and get on your hands and knees on your bed, okay? And you’re gonna stuff your little fingers into that pretty pussy and get ready to take this fake cock while I watch, alright sweet girl?”

You nod without thinking about it, dumb and glassy eyed at the thought of your boyfriend watching you get fucked by a fucking dildo. Peter grins, kissing you softly before walking into the bathroom, machine in hand.

You don’t waste any time, stripping your clothes off and kneeling on the bed. You brace one of your hands on the bed while the other reaches under yourself to sink two fingers into your already dripping pussy. Your fingers are smaller than Peter’s, they don’t reach as far, but being filled just feels so good. You whimper softly as you work your fingers in and out of yourself, slipping a third one in to stretch yourself even further. You rock your hips back into your hand, desperate and dripping, and it’s so fucking good, you need to be filled up so bad-

“Goddamn, baby,” Peter groans from across the room, and you jump at his sudden presence, ripping your sticky fingers out of your cunt. “That needy pussy needs to be fucked so bad, doesn’t it?” Peter croons, and you nod frantically. 

“Please, Peter, please fuck me?” You whine, but Peter shushes you softly. He moves behind you, and suddenly you feel the distinct texture of silicone pressing against your throbbing hole. 

“Now, baby,” Peter says, crossing in front of you to look at your red face. “I want you to get into the perfect position for you, okay, since you have, well, more experience with this thing. But I’m the one with the remote, okay?”

You nod at him, eyes glazed over. You shift yourself back, just a little, to press the tip of the fake cock into your pussy. The perfect position. You whimper softly as you look up at him again.

“Good, sweetheart?” He asks, and smiles as you murmur a soft “yes.”

The click of the first button practically echoes across the room, but all you can focus on is the silicone sinking unwaveringly into your pussy and drawing back out again, not giving you a second to adjust like Peter usually would. “Ah,” you gasp out as the machine fucks you slowly, so slowly.

Peter’s eyes are wide, watching as you take the dildo into your pussy, before he presses the second button. The machine picks up speed, fucking you at a more normal pace. The silicone drags in and out of you, lacking Peter’s warmth, the feeling of his big hands gripping your waist as he fucks you. But it’s also so fucking hot, the feeling of Peter’s eyes on you while your machine fills you again and again. Little keening whines are slipping from your lips, high-pitched and embarrassing, but you know, you know from experience, that Peter has one more speed on that goddamned remote.

You look at him, waiting for the final press of a button to fuck you into oblivion, but Peter doesn’t press it. Instead, he sets the remote on the bed, and reaches down to pull his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs, freeing his dripping cock. It stands, thick and long, throbbing against Peter’s stomach. You lick your lips absent-mindedly, pussy clenching unconsciously around the silicone still moving inside you, and Peter has the audacity to chuckle.

“You think you could suck my cock while your little machine fucks you?” Peter asks, wrapping a hand around his cock and kneeling in front of you on the bed, dick red and dripping in front of your face.

“Please, Peter,” you whisper, and Peter doesn’t have to be told twice. He presses the fat tip of his cock against your plush lips, groaning deep when you suck on it gently. You’re so focused on the taste of him on your tongue that you don’t even register him picking up the remote again. He weaves a hand through your hair, sinking your lips further on his cock.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth, okay baby? If it’s too much, double-tap on my thigh, okay?”

You nod around his cock, moaning softly, and Peter moans at the vibration of it. The silicone is still moving inside you, filling you up.

But then Peter presses the third button, and it’s like you’ve been struck by lightning.

You scream around Peter’s cock as the machine jackhammers into your pussy, slamming into your sweet spot over and over and over. Peter thrusts his hips forward, blocking your pretty moans as the tip lodges in the back of your throat with every thrust. 

“Shit, baby, you look so pretty, getting fucked from both ends. With a machine you built yourself, god. My beautiful, intelligent, needy baby, ah, can’t believe I found you,” Peter groans above you, shoving his cock into your hot mouth again and again.

Tears are leaking down your face, overwhelmed and sensitive. You suck at Peters cock fucking your throat while your pussy clenches around the dildo fucking your cunt. The tip of the dildo jams into your sweet spot, sending hot zings of pleasure up your spine. It’s so good, you feel so fucking full, and it’s so, fuck, it’s so-

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, and you scream loud around Peter’s cock while you gush around your dildo, still fucking in and out without remorse. You stomach clenches as you feel liquid spill down your thighs and onto the bed, and your cheeks burn with the realization that you just-

“Fuck, angel, did you squirt? Oh, oh, Jesus, fuck, you’re so sexy, beautiful, didn’t know you could do that,” Peter groans as he spills down your throat while you drink his cum down greedily.

You’re shaking hard while the machine still fucks you recklessly, and you thank any deity that’s listening that Peter has the sense still in him to turn the machine off while he slips his cock from your mouth. 

Peter stands on shaky legs to take the machine off the bed, before he’s lifting you gently in his strong arms. He lays you onto his chest while he lays back onto the bed, wiping away the residual tears from your eyes.

“Okay?” he asks, and you manage a small smile, nodding at him before nuzzling into his chest.

“Baby? He asks in the quiet of the room, and you release a sleepy “mhm?”

“We are absolutely keeping that machine.”

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[widowbitessting]

A Trio of Brats

How would each of our ladies react/handle R, if while on the elevator up to the penthouse, during a heated discussion, R spanked their ass and said “you’re being a brat”? 😈

18+ ONLY. Minors Do Not Interact. 

Pairing: NatashaxReader|WandaxReader|CarolxReader|NatashaxCarolxWandaxReader

Words: 8137

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, strap on, edging, fingering, mommy kink, daddy kink, captain kink, hair pulling, no touching allowed, punishments, Dom/Sub relationships [there’s more but I’ll tag later]

This is my own work. You are not allowed to copy, steal or claim as your own.

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- Natasha’s POV -

“You’re not bringing a puppy into the penthouse, Baby.” 

You frown over at the back of Natasha’s head.  

She is still standing facing away from you, gazing out of the windows. 

While you stay near the doors.

She’s been standing like that ever since the two of you had walked into the elevator.

After you had been badgering her the entire car journey to be allowed to bring MJ’s puppy with you. 

It’s safe to say you know you’re grating on Natasha; possibly reaching her limit - but does that stop you? 

No.

Because there is a cute little puppy on the line. 

You can’t back down now. 

No. It’s too vital. 

And you want to bring the puppy up to show Wanda and Carol.

No matter what Natasha, ever the bossy boots, says.

“I don’t get why though.” 

“Because, dumb girl; I don’t want a flea covered, yapping thing let loose in my home. It was bad enough when you brought Hedwig here.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Hey that was mean! I’m not dumb!” You say. “And she doesn’t have fleas. MJ’s keeps amazingly good care of Spider-pup. And Hedwig was a wonderful guest.” 

“For someone who frequently locks herself out of her house.” After hearing the name of the dog, Natasha finally looks around: “Spider…pup?”

“Yeah.” You reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s dating Peter Parker…the biggest Spider-Man fanboy around. Plus, she couldn’t bring herself to yell Princess in the park.” 

“And Spider-pup was the way to go, clearly.” 

“Yeah.” You reply, edging forwards a little. “Plus I know Spider-pup has a thing for redheads too.” 

Natasha’s eyebrows raise and you quickly back peddle. 

“Not in a sexual way! She just loves red headed people. Like, adores them. She’d be on your lap all night, Natty.” 

You’ve reached her now and you’re about to twirl some of Natasha’s red hair between your fingers, and offer her your best puppy dog eyes; when her hand grips your wrist tightly, stopping you. 

“The mongrel still isn’t stepping a paw into my home, baby girl.” She growls. “Nice try.”

You try to snatch your hand away but the older woman holds you firm. 

“Now stop pestering me over an animal, Y/N.” 

You gasp.

“Did you just full name me?”

“Yes I did. Because you’re being a brat.” 

“I’m hardly being a brat…” You reply, before adding on: “Natasha.” 

You’re being slammed into the handlebar before you can even protest. 

You’re now looking at the view outside, with the hand Natasha still has in a bruising grip, pinned behind your back.

You let out a whimper, moving as the bar digs uncomfortably into you. 

“What did you just call me, Y/N?”

“I don’t remember?”

“Don’t. Lie.” Her free hand smacks your ass hard. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“I called you Natasha.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because…?” Another hard slap and you wince. 

“Because I felt cocky.”

“Such a dumb little baby.” Natasha drags your other arm behind you; pinning both hands in one of hers. “What’s my name, little one?” 

“N-” 

She slaps your ass so hard this time that you let out a cry, trying to get your wrists free.

“Colour, kitten?” 

“Yellow.”

Instantly Natasha spins you around and kisses you deeply; humming when you physically melt into her.

“Good girl, thank you for communicating with me.” She smiles down at you. “What’s my name?” 

“Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

“I’m still not letting that dog in my apartment.” 

She lets you go, seemingly knowing that you’re nearing their apartment and as she walks, you catch her muttering something under her breath. 

“You’re being a brat now.” 

You slap Natasha’s ass before you can really stop yourself. 

And end up swallowing thickly.

“Holy shit.”

Yep, you’re gonna die.

You’re dead.

D

E

A

D

MJ, you’d better say something good at my funeral.

Natasha turns around, completely ignoring the doors that are now opening.

“What was that?”

She’s glaring at you.

Daring you to say it again.

What the hell, right?

“You’re being the brat…” It’s nothing more than a whisper but you say it. 

Natasha lets out a chuckle. 

A low chuckle that has you quaking right where you stand.

You glance behind her at the doors which are now closing.

Natasha catches the door without taking her eyes from you.

“Well if I’m the brat then that makes you the Dom, baby.” Natasha steps out of the elevator. “So I think I’ll go ahead and put myself in a time out; you’ll be able to entertain yourself without me, won’t you?”

The colour drains from your face.

“What?” 

Turning without another word, Natasha leaves you standing there, completely dumbfounded. 

You’re quick to move when the doors shut you off from her, and you manage to weasel through, hot on Natasha’s heels. 

“Wait, wait, wait!”

But you don’t get a response from her the entire walk up through the apartment and down to her office. 

When she gets there, she offers you a glance and a small, smug smile, before vanishing quickly inside; shutting the door behind her. 

For the entire hour she is in there, no matter how many times you knock on the door, attempt to pick the lock  - something Natasha herself had taught you - and begged; literally begged, the red head just wouldn’t open the door. 

For the entire hour. 

The entire long and extremely boring hour. 

You end up leaning your back against the door as you text MJ; doing nothing short of complaining of how mind numbingly bored you are, when the door suddenly shoots open and you’re sent flying backwards.

Landing in a thump between Natasha’s heeled feet. 

“Hey detka, still here?” 

“That was mean, Daddy.” 

The red head shrugs. 

“Have you finished being a brat?”

“Should I be asking you that question?” You ask. 

“Another hour it is.” 

You jump to your feet quickly. 

“No, no! I’m sorry! Please.”

Natasha is smug as she keeps the door open for you and you scramble inside. 

“Well seeing as you apologised…I think it’s time for the good girl to get her reward then…isn’t it…”

You all but jump into her open arms and wrap yourself around her like a koala. 

Natasha attacks your neck with vigour, licking and biting at the skin you have to offer her, all the while walking you into the room towards her desk. 

You squirm and let out a small whine. 

“You’re packing.”

“Would you expect anything less from me, kitten?” she asks coyly. 

Natasha drops you unceremoniously on her floor. 

“No. Never.” 

“Knees. Now.” 

You get into position instantly, hands resting on your lap. 

“Think you can suck my strap for me? Get it nice and wet for that pretty pussy, baby?”  

Your mouth opens automatically, watching with eager eyes as she unzips her pants and takes out her strap. 

“Look, baby girl. I made sure to choose your favourite too.” 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

Natasha cups your face and rubs her thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Such a good girl.” She says, “Now stick out that tongue.”

When you do, she spits directly onto it and makes you swallow. 

“How did I get lucky to get such a good girl, hmm?” Natasha asks. “Can you suck daddy’s cock for me? Make me feel good?” 

You surge forwards without needing anymore instruction.

Sucking most of it into your mouth, you move your hands to Natasha’s legs as you fight the urge to gag almost immediately.

You hear Natasha coo at you as you struggle. 

Knowing this wasn’t your forte. 

She grips the back of your head and gently guides you down her faux cock.

Enjoying the way your eyes are already brimming with tears.

You wretch loudly and Natasha coos you again. 

“Poor baby, doing so well on my cock - such a good girl.”

Spit dribbles down your chin. 

When your nose presses into the fabric of Natasha’s pants, you force yourself to breathe through your nostrils. 

Trying so hard to stop gagging.

“You okay, detka?” 

You give her a thumbs up and it urges her to continue. 

Her grip on your hair tightens as she grabs the strands and pulls you back, before dragging you back down. 

Over and over. 

Until your throat has gotten used to her member.

Until you’re sucking her into your mouth with much more ease. 

“There we go, little one. Get it nice and wet for your pussy.”

She fucks your face a few more times, softly pounding her hips into your mouth; forcing her cock down your throat. 

When she pulls out, strings of spit still connect you to her strap. 

It’s one of the hottest things Natasha has ever seen.

Your chin and neck are covered in drool. 

Natasha leans down and kisses you sloppily, humming when you try to suck her tongue into your mouth, 

Before hoisting you up off the floor and down onto her desk.

She automatically pulls at your shorts so fast that you’re sure they’re torn. 

Natasha flips you on your stomach, fingers dipping into your wetness.

“So wet already, detka.” She murmurs, “did you miss daddy?” 

She slaps your ass.

“I did; so much.” You pant, “I’m so sorry for being a brat. So, so, so sorry.” 

“Thank you for all the apologies, baby.” 

When she finally thrusts into you, your eyes all but roll back and your head screams: “Finally!” 

You moan loudly. 

So loudly.

“That’s it baby, taking my strap so well.”

Natasha keeps on slowly pushing inside of you, knowing that it's driving you mad.

Once she’s fully inside of you, she pauses for a second, allowing you to get used to her length, to the stretch that parts your walls, before she pulls out slightly and thrusts back in.

“Oh good girl.” Natasha sighs, pulling out again. 

When she slams in, you let out a startled moan, near head butting her desk.

Her new pace is just brutal, holding your hips as she pounds over and over into you.

Natasha is chasing her high, just as you are yours. 

The end of her strap rubs deliciously against her clit.

Mix that with your moans and the sounds coming from between your legs, Natasha is already close.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be, kitten.” She lets out a shaky breath.

You preen under her words, shuffling on the desk as you start bouncing back on Natasha’s strap. 

“That’s it slut, take my cock.”

You angle your hips down, jolting when it hits the spongy spot inside of you.

Oh, that feels so good.

Christ, how were you so close already?

But then again, you've lost all sense of time.

“Is my little baby gonna cum?” Natasha asks, voice slightly breathless.

“Uh-huh. Please, please can I cum, daddy?” 

Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Natasha pounds into so fast you’re sure the back of your thighs are going to bruise.

She watches with glee as your hands wrap around the edges of the desk to try and stop your body jolting with each thrust.

Your moans bounce off the walls. 

The coil in your stomach tightens as Natasha constantly hits your g-spot.

“Cum. Cum now or don’t bother at all.”

Your orgasm is torn out of you, just as is the exhausted scream that follows; your legs tremble and you would have slid off the table right there and then if it wasn’t for Natasha holding your hips in death grips.

A few more thrusts and Natasha reaches her high too; slamming into you one final time before she lets out a whine and stills, body shuddering. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your legs have become jelly. Your pussy too sensitive to take anymore.

Natasha pulls out, quickly leaning down to lick a long strip through your folds before standing up straight and turning you round. 

When she kisses you, all you can taste is your own arousal.

You pull back and lick the tip of her nose. 

“Am I forgiven, daddy?”

“Yes, detka.” Natasha smiles. “How does a shower sound?”

“A shower sounds amazing.” You reply, grinning. 

“Good.”

You reach down to pick up your shorts but the redhead snatches them from you. 

“You won’t be needing them, silly girl.”

You can’t help but grin.

“Yes, daddy.”

You walk to the office door, turning when Natasha calls your name.

“I’m still not letting MJ’s dog in my home, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”  

- Carol’s POV -

“No. Means. No.”

“Oh come on, Carol!” 

You follow the blonde into the elevator, a box containing the most delicious pie you have ever tasted, in your hands. 

“No, kitten. You heard me. We are not eating pie before dinner.”

You stand next to her as she beeps her card and presses the button for the penthouse. 

“Car, come on. What’s the worst that could happen, hmm? We don’t eat all of our dinner? Wow, call the cops now.” 

“The worst that could happen is you getting put in your place, little girl. Don’t make me throw that pie out of the window, because I will.”

You hold it closer to your chest.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Using her full height against you, Carol towers down at you and narrows her eyes. 

“Try me.”

You shuffle back, taking your precious pie with you. 

Carol follows. 

“I see this thing as my child; you throw this out and you’re throwing my…like heart out too…”

“God you’re so fucking dramatic.” Carol rolls her eyes. “Plus you want to eat that pie. How sick is that?”

You open and close your mouth a couple of times, unable to think of a snarky reply.

“That’s what I thought.” Carol replies, “want me to shut that mouth for you, kitten?”

Glowering up at her, you do it yourself.

“Are we finished going on about this stupid pie now?” She asks. 

“S-stupid pie?” You look down at the box. “Carol, I’m hurt. Hurt! This pie is not stupid; it’s a beautiful creation and I think I’m in love with it.” 

Carol laughs, exasperated. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, baby.” 

“Y’know what else is cute, Carol?” You ask before holding the box out. “This pie. And it’s cruel for us to wait to eat it until after dinner.”

“Y/N…” Carol warns. “I’m getting sick of hearing about it. I mean it. We’re eating it after dinner. Or not at all.”

You glance down at the box in your hands. 

“Fine.” 

Smiling, Carol leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“I knew you could listen to instructions; good girl, kitten.” 

“It’s amazing what happens when you threaten my pie, isn’t it?” 

Carol smirks. 

“It sure is.”

The two of you settle down, Carol taking her phone out of her pocket to check a couple of emails while you find it really hard to not roll your eyes. 

God, the whole thing is stupid. 

What was the big deal anyway? 

Food is food, right?

You open the lid and inhale the sweet smell of the treat in your hands; mouth instantly filling with drool. 

Your stomach rumbles. 

“Fuck, I’m so hungry.” You scrape a little of the crust off with your finger and pop it into your mouth. “Can’t we just, like I dunno; nibble the crust, Carol? Consider it an amuse-bouche.” 

You’re too busy giggling at your very pitiful joke to notice Carol. 

Maybe if you had you could have gotten away from the situation.

Doubtful. 

But maybe.

The pie is snatched from your hands before you can fully process what’s happening and thrown on the ground. 

"Hey!"

You’re then pinned by the blonde, back bouncing on the elevator wall; where, not even waiting for you to reply, Carol’s hand trails up your chest, tickles at your neck before settling in your hair.

She grabs a handful, relishing in the way you flinch, readying for her to yank.

“Kneel.”

“Excuse me?” You say. 

“You heard me, kitten. Kneel. Remember your place.” 

You shake your head. 

The final nail in your coffin. 

Carol’s hand slams down on your shoulder and she pushes you down onto your knees. 

You quickly find it difficult to maintain eye contact with the incredibly smug woman standing over you. 

The second you look away, she cocks her head to the side.

“Where you looking at, kitten?” Carol asks. “My eyes are up here. You know I like looking at your pretty eyes.” 

You make yourself look at her. 

And as you part your lips to talk, Carol roughly pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“Brats don’t get to talk.” She growls. 

You choke as Carol’s fingers hit the back of your throat; and when you try to pull back, the other woman doesn’t let you, the grip on your hair tightening to keep you in your place. 

“Where are you going, baby?” 

Carol fucks your mouth a few more times before keeping them lodged between your lips; loving the way your eyes widen and you gag around her. 

Carol doesn’t miss the small intake of breath through your nose when her boot grazes your core.

She pulls her fingers from your mouth, deliberately pressing down on your tongue to just earn one last gag before her digits leave fully.

Spit dangles from her glistening fingers and she wipes them clean on your cheek. 

“Stay.” 

You look at her in confusion; watching as she crosses the elevator to hit the STOP button; causing you to nearly fall out of your kneeling position from the floor. 

When Carol returns to you, you try to speak again, voice your innocence, but she raises an eyebrow and your voice dies in your throat. 

Her feet shift and one slips between your spread legs.

“There’s a good girl, that’s what I thought.” 

You stay where you are, legs spread on the elevator floor with one of Carol’s feet between them. 

“Look at you,” she mockingly pouts, “on your knees for me. Right where you belong.”

Carol lifts her foot and smiles when you jerk. 

“You think bad girls have the right to try and get off on my feet?” 

She moves her foot and you all but whimper when the contact leaves you. 

“But considering you look so fucking cute right now…I’d say you deserve…something…” Carol’s face is incredibly smug. “Go ahead and hump my shoe, slut. I'll allow it.” 

Your eyes go wide. 

“W-what?” 

“You heard me, baby.” Carol says. “Or is that dumb submissive brain of yours too fuzzy to understand simple instructions?” 

Her boot goes back between your legs and presses right against your clit. 

“Hump my fucking shoe or I’ll turn your ass red. The choice is yours.” 

You move automatically, despite the humiliation slapping you right in the face, and grind yourself down onto Carol’s shoe. 

The friction feels amazing and it causes your eyes to flutter. 

“Oh.” 

“Go on. Get yourself off on my shoe. It’s a nice sight, I won’t lie.” 

You roll your hips and groan.

When you try to sit up, to rearrange yourself on her shoe; Carol’s hands slam firmly on your shoulders again and shoves you back down; grinding you against her boot. 

“Fuck, c-captain.” 

“What was that, baby girl?” she asks.

“Nothing, captain; I’m sorry.” 

“Maybe you need something in that mouth of yours…to keep you quiet. What do you think?” 

You go to reply when two of Carol’s fingers re enter your mouth. 

“Suck them.” 

You’re quick to do as you’re told, sucking on her digits as if your life depends on it. 

“There’s a good girl. Knew I’d find better use of that mouth instead of talking utter shit.” 

You gag loudly when her long fingers poke at the back of your throat. 

“You know,” Carol continues, shifting her boot to make you groan, “you’re such a good girl when you’re not complaining about your stupid pie.” 

Something clicks in her brain and she smiles deviously down at you. 

“I think I might take you up on your offer from earlier, sugar.” She continues, gripping your jaw tighter when you try to speak. 

And then just like that, everything stops. 

You can only watch helplessly as she moves away from you and picks up the box. 

You miss how good her shoe made you feel.

You clench your thighs, pussy throbbing.

When she opens the box lid, you can’t help the pathetic whine when you see your delicious pie in front of you. 

You swallow thickly.

“It smells delicious, kitten.” Carol says; eyes snapping to you when you open your mouth again.

You watch, mouth agape as she breaks off a part of the crust and pops in into her mouth; moaning loudly when the buttery flavour explodes on her taste buds. 

“And this is just the crust, I can’t wait to eat the whole thing.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it, brat?”

You’re on your feet in seconds, legs shaking from being knelt down for a long period of time.

“You’re the one being the brat now, not me.”

How you manage to slap Carol’s ass before she pins you to the wall is beyond you. 

Yet somehow you manage it.

The blonde is seething. 

“Say that again.”

You meet her eyes and all the courage you have vacates your body.

“I-I’d rather not, thank you.”

“It isn't a request, Y/N. It's an order.” 

“I -” 

“3.”

“Don’t count!”

“2.”

“I said you was the brat!”

“And why did you call me a brat?” Carol asks.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh? An apology already?” Carol grins. “Where did that bratty energy go?”

“It left. Really quickly.” You pout slightly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, baby?” She leans to kiss your jaw. “Really sorry?”

“Mhmm.” You whine when her teeth nip at your skin. 

“I guess that’s okay then isn’t it, if you’re really sorry.”

You’re sceptical at first - because why would she let you get away with being a brat so quickly? - but when her hand slips into your pants, the scepticism dissolves. 

Her long fingers circle your clit and you let out a small whimper. 

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

She grabs your jaw with her other hand.

“Use those words, baby.” 

She says this as her fingers dip inside of you, pulling back before she fully does.

“Yes, captain.” You whisper. “Please.” 

“Oh such a good girl, using her manners for her captain.”

She lifts you with no effort, yanking your pants and knickers down to your knees before shoving two fingers easily inside of you. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. I love it.” 

Carol moves you again, carrying you across the elevator with her fingers still inside of you and somehow - you’re not sure how - presses the button to make the elevator move. 

Your back ends up pressed against the elevator doors and you gasp when the cool steel presses against your ass.

“What if someone comes in?” You gasp out. 

Carol adds a third finger, enjoying the way you react to her stretching you out. 

You whimper, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

“Then you better cum fast, baby girl.” 

You nod. 

You can do that. 

You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning when Carol growls. 

Her teeth find home at your neck and she bites and sucks at what you have to offer her.

“Gonna mark you up,” she says, licking the large red mark she had just made. 

You grind against her hand.

Her fingers squelch inside of you. “Everyone will know who you belong to.”

“You, captain. I belong to you!” 

Her thumb rubs at your clit and you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming out. 

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Oh god, yes, right there - please!”

You’re stuffed with Carol’s fingers, clenching around them as she moves and curls inside of your pussy. 

Lewd, wet noises fill the elevator. 

It should be embarrassing but it isn’t. 

Not when you’re feeling this good. 

“Mmm, close, so close.” 

It’s almost obscene how quickly they can make you cum. 

“I’m gonna c...!”

Your body tenses -

- and Carol abruptly removes her fingers from you, throwing your legs down as she goes. 

“What? What are you doing?” 

You hastily pull your pants back up, breathing heavily. 

“Brats don’t get to cum, silly girl.”

Your eyes all but bulge from your head. 

Sucking her fingers, she grabs onto you when the doors to the elevator open, stopping you from tumbling out. 

You don’t even notice, far too enraged by your denied orgasm. 

“What?! That’s not fair!”

“Shall we make it a week of edging then instead of just tonight, kitten? ‘Cos that wouldn’t be fair.” 

You hastily shake your head.

“I - let’s not be too hasty now.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Carol towers over you. “Now, fetch your pie and come along little kitten. You’ve got a long night ahead.”

- Wanda’s POV -

“I can’t believe you dropped your coke, Y/N.”

“I didn’t do it intentionally!” You’re all but pouting as you stomp into the elevator to the penthouse. “I was looking forward to drinking it too; stupid curb. I could have broken my neck.”

“Bit dramatic there, detka.” Wanda smiles, slurping her drink, just loud enjoy to make you glare.

She moves the reusable carrier bag to rest in the crook of her arm. “I’d have caught you.”

“You were doubled over laughing, Maximoff. When would you have caught me?” 

“After I finished laughing, duh.” Wanda hands you her drink. 

You accept it happily and inhale a large mouthful, momentarily struggling to swallow all the carbonated bubbles. 

“Also, Maximoff, huh? Channelling your inner Natasha and Carol there are you?” 

You shrug as you continue to drink her soda. 

“So what if I am?” 

You watch as Wanda commands the elevator to take you to their floor before coming to stand in your personal space.

She taps your nose.

“I prefer you calling me Wands.” She whispers, leaning down to take the straw into her mouth. “Or mommy. I know how much you enjoy calling me mommy.”

She says it with such nonchalance that it takes your brain a second to understand what she just said to you. 

“I don’t…you…” Your voice trails off and you suddenly find you can’t keep Wanda’s eye contact.

She giggles and your brain mercifully starts to work again. 

“I love how flustered that makes you, baby. You’re so cute.” 

“Oh whatever.” You scoff, shoving Wanda away with a smile. 

She lets out a giggle but doesn’t budge too far from you. 

“It’s so easy to do. Even when I’m not fully in dom mode, I can still make you blush. Talk about giving me an ego boost, sweetheart.”

“I can easily burst your bubble, Wands.” 

“Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow. “Go on then. Burst my bubble. I dare you.”

“You dare me?”

“Mhmm. I’m waiting.” She checks her watch. “Although, if you make me wait any longer I might end up ageing a few years…”

“I -” You start but when Wanda’s lips suddenly find your neck, you falter. “That’s….that’s mean.”

“Use your words, baby.” She sucks on your skin. “Go on.”

“I…just…” You’re begging your brain to function. It becomes increasingly difficult, especially when Wanda drags her teeth over your collarbone. “Y-you…” 

“Yes, baby girl?” Wanda moves up to suck your earlobe into her mouth. “My not-at-all-flustered-baby-girl.” 

You shut your eyes and try your best to focus.

“I’m not - I’m…” You swallow thickly. “I’m not flustered. I don’t get easily flustered.” 

“Just admit defeat, baby.” She kisses along your jaw until settling on your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times. “My flustered girl, I love that I can do this to you.” 

“You do?” 

“Yes, detka.” Wanda mercifully pulls back slightly, giving you enough space to regain some control of your thoughts. “It’s so hot.” 

Your cheeks blush.

“Even if you do try to lie to me.” 

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh? Is that so?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Tell that to your crimson cheeks, baby girl.” She winks before stepping fully out of your personal space. “You cutie pie. Trying to lie to your mommy. You know I don’t like liars, sweetheart.” 

“What’re you gonna do about it, mommy?” 

She leans down and recaptures your lips with her own; holding the side of your face with her free hand in a gentle caress. 

It’s a tender moment. 

And you fall fully into it. 

“For that, I’m gonna play our new video game when you’re in school this week.” 

You pull away from her.

“You what?” 

“You heard me, baby.” 

You let out a whine, frowning. 

“But that’s not fair!” 

“It isn’t?” She asks, grinning, showing her pristine white teeth. “How so, baby?”

“B-because you’re gonna learn all the tricks and I’ll be at a disadvantage when we play!” 

“Aww,” Wanda mock pouts down at you. “Such a silly little thing. You won’t be at a disadvantage.”

“So…wait, you’re not gonna cheat?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I didn’t say that.” Wanda replies. “I’m gonna learn everything whilst you’re stuck in class. You’re not gonna be at a disadvantage, detka; you’re gonna be at a loss when we play.”

You gape up at her. 

“And then when you get home to me, I’ll make you a bet that I just know you won’t be able to refuse…”

“I’d be able to refuse it.” You mumble in a hushed tone.

“Shh baby, mommy’s speaking.” Wanda bumps her nose to yours. “When you lose my bet, your ass is gonna be mine.” 

“I - I won’t fall for your bet.” 

“You won’t?” Wanda asks. “My stubborn, proud, little girl, won’t accept a bet I lay out for her…won’t take the chance to try and prove me wrong?”

Oh you can feel the moment your eye starts to twitch.

“No…I won’t fall for it, Wanda.”  

Wanda smirks. 

“I think you already have, buttercup.”

The elevator dings, catching Wanda’s attention. 

“Come on, kitten. Mommy wants a cup of coffee.”

She turns and you find yourself staring at her ass. 

You glare at her. 

“You’re being such a brat.”

Those five words alone are going to get you into trouble.

But you don’t stop there. 

No. 

Of course you don’t. It’s you. 

The temptation to spank her overrules any logical thoughts you have and, without fully thinking the idea through, you smack Wanda’s ass. 

With a lot more power than you had anticipated. 

The older woman jerks, a surprised noise passing her lips. 

She turns to you slowly, both eyebrows raised in shock.

You stare at her. 

Just as shocked. 

“I - you…”

“Did you just spank my ass, little one?”

“No.”

“Again with the lies.” 

“I’m not -”

Her hand is in your hair so fast; palm scraping against your scalp before her fingers latch down, hard. 

You let out a tiny squeak as she holds you where she wants, eyes glaring down at your stunned face; your eyes lidded in pleasure. 

“Did you smack my ass, baby girl?” Wanda asks. 

You’re finding it really difficult to maintain eye contact with her. 

“So what if I did?” You ask, the adrenaline from Wanda pulling your hair fuelling your brat energy. 

“Oh, so that’s the mood you’re going with is it?” Wanda’s smile grows. “For a second I really thought you were gonna chicken out on me, sweetie.”

You avert your eyes from her gaze and Wanda quickly rectifies it; hand dropping from your hair to grip your chin. 

She lifts your face up, tilting her own head to the side when you try your best to keep from looking at her. 

“Aww, is the little baby too afraid to look me in the eyes now?” 

“No.”

“Then look at me.” Wanda orders simply. 

When you still refuse, she sighs. 

“Come now, baby girl; look at me or I’ll let Natasha and Carol deal with you.”

You tentatively peak up at her.  

Wanda’s grip on your chin tightens. 

“Ignore me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days; is that understood?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, mommy.” 

“Good girl.” Wanda kisses your nose. “Coffee?”

“Coffee sounds perfect.” 

Two minutes later and the two of you leave the elevator, hand in hand; softly discussing your upcoming game night plans, when you hear it.

Gentle moans coming from the front room.

While you pause mid step, Wanda continues on, dragging you with her without stopping to check if you’re okay. 

“Wanda!” You whisper, “I think they’re busy!”

“Who? Our girlfriends, you mean?” 

You’re blushing. 

“I know that.” You reply, gripping her hand as you climb the stairs. “But they’re having alone time.”

Wanda can’t help but grin. 

“You’re so fucking adorable, baby. Come on, it’s okay. They won’t mind. If anything, seeing us watch will spur them on…” 

What you’re met with, is Carol kneeling between Natasha’s bare legs as she laps away happily at her pussy.

Natasha, with her hair shoved messily on her head, has her eyes screwed shut. 

Her hips jerk and she gasps, then letting out a little sigh when Carol inserts two fingers into her. 

“There you go, my love.” Carol mutters, moving away to kiss Natasha’s inner thigh. 

“If you make me squirt on our couch, I won’t be impressed, Danvers.” 

“Challenge accepted, Romanoff.” 

Carol throws Natasha’s left leg over her shoulder and pulls her closer. 

Casting a devious wink up at the red head, Carol licks her lips and dives back in, feasting on the other woman like it was her last meal. 

You can only watch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes gaze over Carol’s toned arms pinning Natasha in place. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” Wanda asks, glancing at you. “See something you like?” 

“I’m just -” 

You’re too enamoured by Natasha and Carol to even notice Wanda moving around you; placing her things down before going to stand back at your side. 

She moves your hair from your neck and peppers kisses at the skin you offer to her, grasping your body to stop you from pulling away in surprise. 

“Hush now,” She whispers, earning fresh goosebumps to rise where her breath tickles you. “You wanna watch them with me, baby?”

You let out a breathless moan as Wanda licks up to your earlobe. 

She takes it between her teeth and nibbles.

“But…we…” 

“Use your big girl words.” 

You try to drag your eyes away but Wanda is one step ahead of you; she grabs a fist full of your hair again and keeps your head from moving.

“Watch, baby girl.” 

Wanda’s right arm moves slides around your stomach to dip between your waistband. 

“What do we have here?” She murmurs, dragging one slender finger over your clit. She moves lower, to the slight damp patch giving you away. “Did mommy do this? Or is it because you’re watching our captain eat daddy’s pussy?” 

You drag your eyes from Carol’s tongue, watching in a daze as it disappears inside of Natasha, to glance back at Wanda. 

She’s watching you both with a similar gaze; pupils blown wide with lust. 

When you look back to the pair on the sofa, you’re met with dazzling green eyes staring at you. 

“Looks like we’ve got some onlookers, moya lyubov’.” Natasha’s breath hitches. 

When Carol turns to you and Wanda, her mouth shimmers. 

“Are you two gonna join us?” 

“I was thinking of something different.” Wanda replies, removing her hand from between your legs. 

You let out a whine, wincing when Wanda’s grip on your hair tightens. 

“Don’t think I forgot about your little stunt, brat.” She shoves you forward. 

“Oh? Has our baby girl been naughty?” Natasha asks, letting out a loud moan when Carol curls her fingers. 

“Our baby girl thought it was appropriate to slap my arse and call me a brat.” 

You snap your head to look at Wanda; eyes wide in shock.

“You said you wouldn’t tell!” 

Wanda shrugs. “I never said such a thing. But maybe now you’ll rethink your actions, detka.”

“Oh, she has been a bad girl.” Carol is grinning against Natasha’s folds.

“And I think I know the perfect punishment…” Wanda replies, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Kneel.” 

“No I don’t -” 

“I. Said. Kneel.” 

Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and she shoves you down to the floor. 

You end up on your knees with Wanda’s hands clamped on your shoulders, painfully close to Natasha and Carol.

“Now, be a good girl and stay put. Mommy needs to get something just for you.” 

You all but sigh in relief when Wanda removes her hands from you and she quickly leaves the room. 

You move on instinct, your knees already sore from the wooden floor. 

But Natasha, even with her eyes shut in pleasure, just knows you’re trying to move and she catches your arm in a vice grip.

“Mommy told you to stay, little one.”

Another harsh tug and you’re pulled forward, landing on your hands, nose bumping into Natasha’s raised leg. 

“I - um -” 

“Why don’t you watch daddy cum, baby girl?” Natasha gyrates her hips on Carol’s face. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” 

Natasha’s grip tightens on arm and you wince, automatically pulling away.

“Kiss me.”

You glance at Carol, who is leaning up from Natasha. She’s looking at you with wet lips; her fingers still working in and out of the red head.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Carol says, “kiss me. Come here.” 

You do as you’re told, leaning across to capture Carol’s lips with your own.

You immediately taste Natasha’s arousal. It attacks your senses. 

It coats your lips, fills your mouth and invades your nose. 

You quickly get lost in it, sucking on Carol’s tongue. 

The blonde pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. 

“Fuck.” You whimper.

“Now what’s this about you spanking mommy, hmm?” She asks, trailing her thumb across your lip. 

“I didn’t mean it, captain.” You give her your best doe eyed look, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure. 

It only earns a snicker. 

“Nice try, baby.”

And just like that, Carol shoves you away from her. 

With such force that you topple onto your ass. 

Just as Wanda re-enters the room holding a collar and a leash. 

Looming over you, Wanda motions you to sit by her feet. 

You do as you’re told, quickly; earning a soft “Good girl.” to be whispered in your ear. 

You’re far too infatuated with Wanda that you miss Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orgasm rips through her. 

You want nothing more than to watch her fall apart, but the stern look that Wanda gives you is enough to keep you in place. 

“You want to be my good little pet?” she asks, locking the collar around your neck. She checks the tightness and then asks if it feels okay on you. 

You nod and Wanda connects the leash to the heart shaped part of the collar. 

“Then good little pets obey and listen to their owners, do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, mommy.” 

“I like where this is going.” Carol mutters to Natasha. 

“Come.” 

Crawling behind Wanda’s feet, and earning a few slaps on your ass from the other two women, she moves until she has you kneeling in front of the coffee table. 

You silently watch her as she ties the end of the leash to the table leg. 

“Good little pets also deserve to be punished for spanking their mommies, don’t they?” 

You pout and nod. 

“…yes mommy.” 

Wanda walks back to Natasha and Carol, kissing them both deeply before whispering something into their ears. 

Just quiet enough that you can’t fully make out what she’s saying. 

You’re interested. 

Curious as to what is being said. 

“My devious, devious little switchy.” Natasha grins, pulling Wanda in for another kiss. 

“Maybe this will teach our little brat to think before she acts.” Carol says, glancing at you. 

“Tell her, moya lyubov’.” Natasha tells Wanda. “ So the poor girl doesn’t get into more trouble.” 

“You’re to sit there baby, as Natasha and Carol fuck me. You’re not allowed to be involved. No touching. No whining. No moving. Do I make myself clear?” 

Your face falls. 

Your good girl act crumbles.

The brat inside of you rises up, screaming like a banshee. 

How could they do this to you? Over something so small?! 

Your eye twitches and you open your mouth to fight back. 

“Behave, kitten.” Natasha orders. “Or should I take matters into my own hands and make use of our new paddle?” 

The words die on your tongue. 

Your inner brat dropping to hide once more. 

And now you know exactly why Wanda placed you directly in front of them. 

You’re in the front row seat of torture. 

“That’s what I thought. Dumb baby.” 

“I’ll ask again: do I make myself clear, Y/N?” 

“Yes!” 

A single eyebrow raise.

“Yes, you make yourself clear, mommy.” 

“Such a good little pet.” 

Wanda’s top gets torn off first by Carol, quickly followed by her leggings. 

“You’re gonna make the cutest sounds for us, bunny.” Natasha says, nipping at Wanda’s neck. “All for us.” 

“Yes, daddy.” Wanda replies, letting out a shuddering breath when teeth scrape her collarbone. 

You lick your dry lips, hands curling into fists on your lap.

This is so unfair, so unfair! 

You shuffle forward, yearning to get nearer; eyes watching the two women as they begin to devour Wanda. 

Jealousy pangs through you. 

You swallow what moisture you have in your mouth and try to move forward again. 

Only, this time, the leash prevents you from moving.

It strains, keeping you in your place. 

The collar presses into your neck but you don’t stop. 

You continue to lean forward, determined to be part of the fun happening in front of you.

The table drags loudly against the floor and you instantly freeze, eyes going wide.

Three pairs of eyes turn to look at you. 

“She’s really being determined to be a fucking brat today, isn’t she?” Carol says. “I say we add to her punishment. See if she finally listens then.”

You cower back as Carol approaches, Wanda’s long sleeved shirt in her hands.

Behind her, Natasha pins Wanda down on the sofa and kisses her deeply.

“Now, now,” she says, stroking your cheek. “Less of that. You’re safe, remember. Check in with me.”

“Green…a little yellow, but it’s because I’m nervous.”

Carol smiles, leaning down to kiss you. 

“I’m only going to blindfold you, my love. Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay.” You pout up at her, “just please let me touch you. Please.”

“Poor thing,” Carol quickly kisses you again. “But it’s not me you should have begged to.” 

“Wait -” 

But Carol doesn’t let you finish your sentence; doesn’t let you finish your plea for pleasure. 

She wraps Wanda’s sleeves around your face, tying them behind your head, cutting off your vision of Natasha kissing down Wanda’s stomach. 

“No…” 

You know you look ridiculous but it’s the least of your worries.

Instinct takes over and you go to grab at the offending material over your eyes but Carol’s catches your wrists before you can. 

“Keep them on your thighs and do not move them. There. Some more rules for that pretty head to follow.” Carol says. “Think you can do that?” 

“Um, I think so.”

“I want you to tell me what you’re not allowed to do. Now. Just so I know we’re on the same page, kitten.” 

You open your mouth and Carol leans down to attack your neck. 

You’re not expecting it, caught fully unaware and you let out a startled scream, body jerking back so suddenly that you tumble off your knees and onto your ass.

Again. 

Carol lets you fall and you just know she’s smiling. 

“Mean.”

“Mean?” Carol asks. “No, my sweet, sweet girl; this is mean.”

You’re stripped down to your underwear in record speed, despite how much of a fuss you put up. 

“On your knees.” 

Wanda is whimpering. 

You want nothing more to see what Natasha is doing to her. 

“How? I can’t see.” 

Carol chuckles as Wanda lets out a soft, “Fuck.”

“Ever the fucking brat.” 

One spanked - and slightly redder - ass cheek later, you’re back in your original position with your hands clenched into fists on top of your thighs. 

“Now, what is it you’re not allowed to do, kitten?” she asks. 

“Well I’m not allowed to see for one thing…” 

A hand slithers around your throat and gives you a warning squeeze. 

“With less attitude, darling girl.” 

Hearing Natasha’s voice so close causes you to gasp. 

When did they switch?!

“I’m…not allowed to touch myself…to whine or to move…”

“Annnnd…” Natasha encourages, finger circling your nipple into a hardened point. 

“Please, Captain, please!” Wanda groans from the sofa. 

You shuffle uncomfortably on the floor. 

“I’m not allowed to watch.” You say. “Or move my hands.” 

“Good girl, following my orders so well.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Stay put now, yes? Daddy and Captain want to enjoy their bunny without the disruptions.” 

Without waiting for a reply, Natasha leaves you. 

It doesn’t take long for Wanda to become more vocal. 

Every whimper, every moan is heightened and your body reacts when you hear them.

“Bend your legs for me, bunny.” Carol says as you let out a shaky breath. “Let captain see that gorgeous pussy of yours.” 

God, you’re going to ruin your knickers. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet. It’s dribbling down her thighs.” Carol continues. “Can captain eat your cunt? Make you feel good until you’re cumming on my tongue?” 

Your nails are digging into your palms.

Wanda lets out a loud moan and you almost do too.

“Yes, captain, please!” 

“I just wanna see, please, let me watch.” You beg. 

It goes ignored.

You’re so jealous. 

Natasha and Carol continue their feast.

Blissfully. 

They don’t stop until Wanda is a sobbing mess. 

Until she’s moaning and writhing just for them.

It should be for you. 

You should be making her feel this good.

While Natasha and Carol watch.

It’s not fair. 

By Wanda’s first orgasm, you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on your knees.

When Wanda cums again, the pins and needles in your legs have set in. 

After her third orgasm, you’re a panting mess; and this is when you’re finally given reprieve. 

The makeshift blindfold is carefully removed from you and it takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the lights in the room.

It’s Wanda who crouches in front of you, helping you switch positions so your legs can stretch. 

She smiles lovingly at you, sweat glistening on her forehead.

The smell of sex fills your nose. 

Your mouth waters.

“Have you learnt your lesson, love?” she asks and you all but jump to reply.

“Yes! Yes, mommy I have! I’m so sorry for calling you a brat and spanking your ass!”

Carol and Natasha appear at your sides.

They’re in varied stages of undress: Wanda completely bare, Natasha has nothing but her bra on while Carol has the pair of boxers she wears when wearing your current favourite strap. 

“Will you do it again?” 

Maybe.

“No. I won’t.” 

Wanda cups your face with her hands and kisses you. 

She pulls back and your lips are left still puckered. 

“I know you’re fibbing but I’ll let it slide.” Wanda says. “Staying knelt like that. Are you all needy, baby? Is your pussy soaking wet for us?”

“Mhmm, it is mommy.” You’re pouting again. 

“You look good enough to eat, detka.” 

“Then eat me…”

The three women laugh and it makes you smile. 

“I’m not sure…should we drag your punishment out, baby girl?” Wanda asks. “Make sure you really learnt your lesson?” 

“No!” You look at each one of them frantically. “Please, don’t!”

“Then get your cute ass up those stairs, sweetheart.” Natasha orders. 

“Race you.” Wanda winks. 

The woman jumps to her feet and lets out a startled gasp when Carol drags her back to the floor. 

“Go, baby, go!” The blonde shouts, wrestling to keep Wanda down. 

Natasha helps you up and gives you a shove.

“Go on! Carol won’t be able to hold her forever!”

Grinning, you dart past the two forms wriggling on the floor and charge up the stairs, letting out a frantic laugh when you hear footsteps start to follow you. 

You’re the first to the bedroom and when Carol finally makes it there too, four bodies collide and fall onto the bed in a heap. 

You don’t resurface until the following day.

Your new game, for now, is completely forgotten.

Hope you enjoyed!! Go and take a cold shower, that’s an order😏

Also thank you to Maxy for helping with the gifs! *mwah*

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[buckyownsmylife]

Crash & Burn - Chapter 3

The one where Bucky is your father best friend, and the man you want to take your virginity.

Bucky is losing everything: his wife, his business, his house. And when his best friend is too busy to offer him the support he needs, you offer him your ear and shoulder. He wouldn't find it too bad that getting closer to you made him see you with new eyes, if it wasn't for the one thing you asked in return: you want him to be the first man to ever fuck you.

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Bucky? Oh, thank God?” Eyebrows furrowed, I immediately sat up straighter on the bed, instinctively reaching for my car keys once I detected the panic in her voice. “I… I hate to disturb you, I know it’s pretty late but…”

“Text me the address,” I interrupted her, scrambling off the bed and almost falling on my face in the process. I made a mental note - don’t try to put on sweatpants while on the phone with someone, but for now, this would have to do. “Do you want me to stay in line with you while I drive?”

My heart was pounding as I waited for her answer. I could hear the sounds of the party she’d gone to in the distance, but it was muffled - like she was hiding from it behind a door or something.

“I’d like that.” Silently thanking the heavens for her answer, I rushed to get to the house she was in as quickly as possible. I would have trusted her safety if she’d chosen to hang up, but that didn’t mean my mind wouldn’t race. I was used to jumping to the worst conclusions, and this particular situation didn’t exactly help me reason with my anxieties.

A loud crash came from the other line, startling me as I put on my seatbelt. “Are you okay?” It took her a little while and the most adorable giggle preceded her answer.

“Yeah… I just stumbled and fell over a plant. But she’s okay, I guess.” I could just picture her, petting the leaves of the greenery she’d accidentally disturbed. God, she was adorable.

“Are you drunk?” It suddenly occurred to me, and I was already chuckling by the time her “Please, don’t tell my dad” came. “Honey, you’re in grad school. Your dad won’t care if you had a couple of drinks on a Friday night.”

“Oh, right!” Shaking my head, I focused on the intersection I was about to cross while making a mental note to talk to her about how much she drank tomorrow. I really didn’t care about her consuming alcohol - she was a grown-up, after all - but she should never get drunk near people she didn’t trust, and it seemed like this had been precisely what had happened tonight.

“Are you close?” I considered the route the app was showing me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon.” She seemed to calm down at my answer, but that was only until someone started to bang on the door I assumed behind which she was hiding.

“C’mon, baby! I know you’re in there. Come out, let’s have some fun together.” My palms were sweaty as I gripped the stirring wheel tighter, grinding my teeth at her sharp inhale of breath. I hated that she was scared because of some dumb boy and there was nothing I could do about it…

Yet.

“Hold on…” I muttered under my breath, knowing she’d never heard me over the ruckus he was causing. If only this car could move faster…

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I tried to make myself smaller, hoping the wall would somehow swallow me and hide me from the guy on the other side of the door. If I’d known this is what Peter would become with a few beers in him, I’d never have agreed to come to this party in the first place.

I could already feel a headache forming and I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow morning. I knew I would wake up hungover and most definitely regretful of every decision that led to this moment, but for now, all I could care about was that Bucky was coming and he’d take me far, far away from this evening and everything that had happened.

“Please, be quick…” I whispered, clutching my phone against my chest as I watched Peter fumble with the knob until suddenly, he stopped.

It all stopped, actually. His yells, the sounds of the music from outside, it all came to a screeching halt and my heart sped up in anticipation as I approached the door with careful steps.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yep, that was James. Feeling safe enough to open the door now, I unlocked it and spied the outside, finding the party had stopped to watch the much older gentleman who’d suddenly appeared give the owner of the house his ass on a silver platter. “No means fucking no, haven’t you ever learned that?”

He turned around and his eyes met mine, almost as if he’d noticed me staring. But if I was hoping for my presence to ease his anger somewhat, it seemed to have the opposite effect, completely.

“What did he do?” It took a minute for my inebriated mind to make sense of what he was asking, but once I did, I didn’t know how to answer it.

“I can’t repeat the kind of stuff he said.” I shook my head emphatically, refusing to relive the haunting things Peter had whispered in my ear once he’d cornered me into a room. I watched as he had the guts to try to defend himself, only to shut his mouth with a glance from the man in the room.

“I’m not talking to you.” It was all he said, and Peter immediately cowered. A shudder ran down my spine at the roughness in his tone of voice, but I wasn’t scared. “Was it dirty?” Again, it took me a few seconds.

“There’s dirty and then there’s just straight down nasty.” I shrugged, trying to fake nonchalance even though the mere memory of what Peter had said made me want to hide my face behind my hands. But I was an adult - Bucky had said so himself.

I shouldn’t be hiding, so I didn’t.

Bucky leaned closer to Peter, taking advantage of the grip he still had on his shirt. I hadn’t even noticed it until their noses were all but touching. “If I ever even imagine she’s had to put up with any shit from you anymore, I’ll make you wish you were never even born. Got it?”

Oh, wow. That was hot.

I didn’t even notice the giggles all around us - or the frown on Bucky’s face. All I could focus on was how warm his hand felt when it clasped around my wrist, right before he started tugging me towards the exit.

“Let’s go.”

#my series #crash & burn #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #fluff #bucky barnes x reader #father's best friend au #dad's best friend

[yaka-arrow]

infectin' y'all with dumb AU ideas, don't mind me. ficlet below the cut.

“Whatcha namin’ him again?”

“Peter.” Meredith said, gently shifting the newborn in her arms. To say she was done for the day was putting it mildly. She ached everywhere, exhausted and sweaty, and more than a little terrified to take her first trip to the bathroom. At that moment, all Meredith wanted in life was to stuff her face with something hot and artery-clogging, then promptly fall asleep with her baby boy safe beside her.

Instead, she had a cantankerous blue asshole to deal with. Beside her hospital bed, Yondu frowned as he took a good look at the newly named baby. “Pee-ta?”

“Peter.” She said, with more patience than she felt. If he started any nonsense, the hospital would find themselves with a unique surgical need to remove her foot from his ass in record time. Her eyes narrowed as his frown deepened.

“I don’t like it. I keep tellin’ ya, he could always take my name—”

“Yondu Udonta, until you’ve gone and pushed a baby through your cooch, I don’t give a rat’s ass that you don’t like his name.” Meredith said sharply. “You ain’t in charge here, I am, now hush your mouth.”

Yondu’s mouth opened. Yondu’s mouth clamped shut.

Meredith gave him a stern look before easing herself back into the pillow. She ran a thumb gently over Peter’s brow, his little face still all scrunched up and red. Her baby boy, ready to face the galaxy. The stern expression melted into something softer as she said quietly, “…I want him to have something to hold on for back home.”

“I thought ya said the Eclector was home.” Yondu muttered, slumping back in his chair. “What’s a name gotta do with it?”

“…I meant Terra, Blue.” Meredith said, reaching out to cover his hand with hers. “Look, Peter’s gonna be gallivantin’ across the galaxy, same as you do every day. But he can’t have his head in the clouds if he don’t have a strong foundation.”

Her thumb rubbed lightly over his knuckles, before he flipped his hand up and wove their fingers together. Meredith smiled at the warmth radiating between their clasped hands, saying, “Got ourselves a new troublemaker here, you know that?”

“Joy. Like ya ain’t enough trouble yerself.” Yondu said with a soft snort. His hand untangled from hers, both held out for Peter. “C’mere, let me see the brat already.”

“Watch his head now, you gotta be gentle.” Meredith said, easing Peter into Yondu’s arms. “And stop callin’ him a brat.”

All that fretting turned out to be for nothing as Yondu tucked Peter close, nestled safe and sound in the crook of a solid arm. He smirked at her, earning a roll of her eyes and a soft scoff. Meredith took her chance to get comfortable, sighing when the tension faded from her sore and aching body. She would be hurting for a while yet, but the nurses swore up and down she would make a fast recovery.

That recovery would be made all the faster with some food in her belly. As if on cue, the door to the hospital room slid open, a harried Kraglin darting inside with a bag of something that smelled wonderfully greasy. The poor man was slightly blue in the face, the color high in his normally wan cheeks, sucking in a deep breath. “Ain’t…ain’t no ‘berg’ joints ‘round here, whatever they are, but I found this li’l Aakon takeout place that I reckon ya’d like.”

Meredith knew better than to laugh, smiling as he placed the bag into her lap. “Aw, Kraglin, don’t tell me you ran the whole way back.”

“Ya pushed out a whole baby, I knew ya was gonna be hungry.” He mumbled. Meredith caught him gently by the collar of his flightsuit, dragging him down to smack a kiss against his cheek and earning a furious blush.

“You’re a peach, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She said, happily opening the containers for the food inside. Meredith cut a glance towards Yondu. “Especially this guy here.”

“Don’t start none, Quill.” Yondu warned her, kicking his boots up on her bed. Peter was content in his arms, his soft little snuffles accompanying Yondu’s growl. He grinned, hooking a large finger into Peter’s tiny fist. “S’right, ya tell yer mama.”

“So what’d ya name him?” Kraglin asked, taking up the chair on the other side of her bed. 

Meredith flapped her hand at him to give her a moment, her mouth already stuffed with the greasy food. It tasted like heaven, exactly what the doctor didn’t order. As she swallowed, she managed out, “Peter.”

Kraglin looked at her, baffled as he repeated slowly, “Pee-ta? What kinda name is that?”

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #meredith quill #yondu udonta #my art #Yondu and Krags getting involved with Peter right from the start? yes #just somethin' a li'l soft

[spideyzgirl]

baby on board

A/N: i hope y’all didn’t forget about me, i’m in a bad writing slump, but by the grace of god i managed to whip this up :)

summary: peters going crazy about being a dad soon… in the literal sense.

warnings: fluff, little angst, peter is insane

pairing: mcu!peter x pregnant!reader

wc: 1030

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“you’re home late.” you stated, staring peter down as he cautiously entered your shared home with his hands full of bags. “and you come bearing gifts?” you quirked a brow, your head slightly tilting.

“i know, i know. i’m sorry, had to make a few stops as you can see,” peter dropped one of the bags and sighed. “don’t worry about that, i’ve got this.”

“peter, what is all this?” you stared at him while he dropped more bags on the floor. an item fell out of the bag, revealing a box of diapers. “diapers? peter, we have plenty of those. we have enough to last us centuries.”

“i know but,” he finally reaches the counter, dropping all of the items on it with a worn out sigh. “i just want to be fully prepared. we have diapers for when she’s a baby, but not for when she gets bigger. we have to start thinking ahead y/n. wow, you’re really bad at this.”

“what else did you waste money on?” you crossed your arms as you glued your eyes on the pile of bags on the counter.

“i got some things for you too. you know, to make your pregnancy a little smoother. here, look at this,” peter digs in a bag, pulling out a box. “a yoga ball! you can do exercises to help with cramps.”

you smiled at his giddiness and his boyish grin. “peter, this is so thoughtful of you, and i love you for it. but you bought three of these. i’m one person.”

“yeah, but i figured one of them might pop and-“

“why would it pop?” you narrowed your eyes at him. “you think i’m fat? huh? you think i’m too heavy for a yoga ball?”

“i- no! no, obviously not? why- why would you even think that i would think that about you?”

“we’ll come back to that.”

“anyway,” he nervously chuckled. “if one of them were to mysteriously pop, you’d have a back up. and guess what? if the back up pops, you’ll have a back up for the back up! it’s all thought out for you.”

“what if the back up for the back up pops?” you tested him.

“you’re right,” he gasps. “how could i be so dumb? i didn’t even think about this. i need to get another one.”

“peter, don’t.” you sighed.

“fine. but hey, you’re gonna love this.” he pulls out a long, c-shaped pillow, holding it up with the excitement of a child on christmas. “it’s a pregnancy pillow! you’re gonna be so comfortable laying down from now on, you’ll probably sleep all day. just make sure you remember to eat.”

“hm, this might be the best thing you bought. what else did you get?”

“you might regret asking that.”

five minutes later, and peter is still pulling things out of bags. some of it was toys and clothing for your baby, but majority of it was gifts for you. some useful, some a little unnecessary.

“oh my god, peter.” you groaned. you stared at one too many gifts. you didn’t even want to imagine the total cost of this.

“i know what you’re thinking-“

“you’re a lunatic?”

“this is all very necessary, i assure you.”

bath salts, slippers, robes, candles, the list goes on.

“i think the word necessary is lost on you, pete.”

“no, this is all- we need this, i promise. you need this.”

peter gave you a smile, but you knew better than to believe it was genuine. you knew something was bothering him, but you’d have to work to get it out of him.

“peter, i’m starting to think all this might be more for you. am i wrong?”

he scoffed, shaking his head at you dismissively. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. i don’t even think you know what you’re talking about.”

“peter, come on.” you placed your hand on his, giving him a knowing look.

“okay, you’re not far off.” he sighed, looking down on everything he purchased. “y/n, i don’t know. i just feel so useless right now. you’re growing a life, while i’m just sitting around doing nothing. i wanna be able to do more for you and make you as comfortable as possible.”

“aw, baby. you’re enough help, what are you talking about? your support and just being here is enough.”

“are you sure? i just feel like there’s more i could be doing for you.” he shrugged.

“seeing you all domestic is everything to me. i love a man who knows his way around a kitchen. a man who can get down and dirty scrubbing the floors? i’m sold.”

“wow, really?”

“yes. i wish you could’ve seen yourself decorating the nursery. oh god. your back muscles when you were painting the walls had me sweating.” you gushed, closing your eyes as you reminisced.

“alright, that’s enough.” he chuckled, blush prominent on his cheeks. “i’m also a bit scared y/n. i don’t know how to be a dad. i didn’t have my own growing up, so i’m not sure what being a dad really looks like. your due date is coming close, and as much as i’m excited, i’m so nervous. i don’t want to do any of this wrong.”

“that’s okay, i’m nervous too. it’s normal to feel that way. but you’re not doing this alone peter, we’re doing this together, and i’ve got faith in us.” you pulled his face down slightly, connecting your lips for a gentle kiss.

“yeah, no doubts there.” he smiled at you.

“you’re going to be the best daddy ever peter, i already know it.” you pressed your forehead to his, and he stole the opportunity to kiss you again.

“hey, wanna take a bath together? we can even use the bath salts you got me.” you suggested. you giggled at the way his eyes lit up.

“oh! can we light the candles i got too? you can even wear the robe and slippers when we’re done! or hey, keep it off. who knows what we’ll get up to later.” he winked.

“mm, i love the way you think.”

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[ptergwen]

10, 39 and 64 I totally see intoxicated reader being to cute and giving peter a pretty shell omfg.

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w/c: 584

warnings: mentions of drinking

a/n: this was absolutely adorable omg thank u for sending! i have the summer prompts linked at the end if y’all wanna send more & don’t forget to add yourself to my new taglist <3 enjoy

“you see the really bright one, all the way over there? that’s actually not a star. it’s jupiter.”

you and peter are spread out on your towel, cuddled in close to each other as you watch the stars. you’ve spent the day at the beach, swimming and drinking and building sandcastles. it’s well past dark now, and the area you’re in has cleared out. it’s only you two.

you’re still slightly buzzed from a few too many cheap beers, but it’s a nice buzz. you feel so relaxed, listening to the ocean waves and peter teaching you about the stars.

“fun fact, jupiter is one of the brightest planets in the solar system. you could also see mars if you look over…”

you point a finger up at the sky. peter takes your hand and guides it so you’re pointing at mars.

“here. cool, right?”

“ugh, you’re so smart. how do you know all this stuff? i think you know, like, everything.”

you turn your head towards peter and cup one of his cheeks, leaving sloppy kisses on the other. he laughs softly.

“i think you’re drunk.”

“little bit. it’s wearing off, though.”

“you’ve been saying that all day.”

he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“now, let me show you orion.”

you groan and push yourself up and off the towel. you stand up, reaching for peter’s hands.

“enough stargazing. i wanna swim.”

“don’t you wanna see orion? it’s the most famous constellation. besides, it’s chilly out.”

“so what? live a little, peter!”

you pull on peter’s hands. he threads his fingers through yours with a small smile, getting to his feet.

“i’ll come with you, but i’m not gonna swim.“

“peter!”

“it’s too cold for me, baby. i’m just gonna watch you, okay?”

“yeah, okay.”

you roll your eyes and run down to the water. peter jogs behind you, not even trying to catch up because he knows he can’t. you take off your coverup and toss it at him, leaving you in your bathing suit. he catches it, chuckling to himself.

“be careful!”

“i will!”

you keep running until you’re in the water. it’s cold, but the farther in you go, the more used to it you become. peter stays in the sand and sits down. he leans back on his hands, watching you splash around in the ocean.

after a while of swimming, you get out of the water and go onto the sand where the tide comes in. you dig your hands into the wet sand, searching for something.

“hey, y/n? whatcha doing?”

you run back up to peter and plop down next to him. sand clings to your dripping body, and you lick the taste of salt from your lips. you hold out what you were looking for.

“i know it’s kinda dumb, but i found you a pretty shell.”

peter takes the shell, grinning. he runs his fingers over its grooves.

“aw, thanks. i think it’s a clam shell. see how it’s all closed up? they do that to protect themselves when they’re out of water. helps them survive.”

“it’s summer. stop trying to make me learn things.”

you take the shell back from peter. he drapes an arm around your shoulders and kisses the top of your head, lips lingering in your hair.

“you’re right.”

you beam at him, your teeth chattering. you hide your face in his shoulder.

“you cold, baby?”

“freezing.”

peter rubs your arm.

“let’s get out of here. i’ll warm you up.”

summer prompts

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[lacrimosathedark]

I have made quite clear how much I adore Jason Peter Todd, despite how frequently he is written terribly. RHATO is Not Good, but pre-Flashpoint was...chaotic for his characterization to say the least.

HOWEVER!

I wish to give my fellow Jaybird lovers some stable ground if they’re looking for decent and consistent Red Hood characterization post-resurrection.

[Fuck you Battle For the Cowl that was a shitshow]

Most people cite the Under the Hood storyline as the best work about Jason. That story was written by Judd Winick. So, here’s a list of stories involving The Boy written by Judd Winick, with short summaries so you know what you’re getting into! And some images because I can’t not.

Batman Vol 1 629: This is not actually Jason, but a Scarecrow hallucination Bruce has, but it still characterizes both Bruce and Tim’s thoughts about Jason and his potential return. It takes place pretty smack-dab between Hush and Under the Hood.

I appreciate the Hush outfit with the white streak. Excellent.

(also Tim looks like a baby and I just want to give him hugs)

Batman Vol 1 635-641 aka Under the Hood Vol 1 Batman Vol 1 645-650 and Annual 25 aka Under the Hood Vol 2 No description necessary; if you know Jason, you know how this goes.

Green Arrow Vol 3 69-72: Red Hood comes to Star City and decides to have a talk with current Speedy, Green Arrow’s sidekick, Mia Dearden.

Contains this gem:

I love him so much he’s such a dramatic bitch.

He changed the scoreboards what the fuck--

And this oof

Outsiders Vol 3 44-46 and Annual 1: Jason provides the Outsiders, specifically Dick and Roy, with intel exonerating Black Lightning/Jefferson Pierce from murder he thought he committed. Jason’s not the center of this story, but I like it a lot.

For my fellow Harper family lovers, 45 has a lot of cute Roy and Lian too, including this part that rips my heart out.

Lian is my angel and I would die for her.

For my fellow Gays, these also have the start of the relationship between Anissa Pierce and Grace Choi

also includes this dumbfuckery:

He’s a dork and I love him.

Batman and Robin (2009) Vol 1 23-25: Red Hood reluctantly teams up with Dickie-Batman and Brat Wonder Robin to save his kidnapped former sidekick, Scarlet.

Please excuse some of the art bullshit; yes, it has ginger Jason, and yes the covers use the dumb pill helmet design. But for the record, he doesn’t actually wear the pill helmet thank fuck, and the hair thing was more for continuity. They were established during Grant Morrison’s run as writer because they don’t do their goddamn homework enough to know ginger Jay is not canon Post-Crisis! Or that even then he chose to dye his hair black! (Yes I’m bitter that’s how they fucked over Talia too UGH)

At least his costume is fixed; it combines the dumb supervillain-y costume with his old biker-y look, and tbh I think it’s really cool. Aside from the bright red guns that look like toys.

Not that that lasts because this is one of if not the last appearance of Jay before the reboot! Thanks, Barry.

[small edit cuz I just can’t with this man]

He’s also a little shit throughout the whole thing. It is his mission to annoy Dick and Damian and it’s great.

BOI--

[end small edit!]

He also gets stripped for...reasons. If you’re interested. I wasn’t, but I know some of yall are nasties (/affectionate) so here’s that.

Red Hood: The Lost Days: Goes more into detail about Jason’s experience between his death and his big return to Gotham. So! Much! Trauma!

Also where this image comes from:

He really said that. So uh...yeah.

He has always been a snarky dorky bastard and I love him very much.

[EDIT ADDITION Thank you @someoneimsure​]

Robin 80th Anniversary 100 Page Super Spectacular: Jason’s story is called “More Time”, which is a story with Robin Jason and Red Hood Jason have a parallel story giving Bruce a gift on his birthday. Specifically, fixing his father’s old watch.

I love him. LOOK AT THIS BABY

(He’s talking about the watch but that literally could be said about Jason and ow my fucking HEART--)

Look at this. God I just...sometimes Jason just fills my heart with love and it’s too much. He’s a good boy!

Unfortunately, he and Steph share the space of only having one story which is bullshit. Timmy and Dami both get two, which is totally fair. But Dickie gets four. Rude. Sharing is caring, Dickiebird.

[END EDIT Thank you :33]

FOR NOTE

Things with Jason NOT written by Judd Winick Pre-Flashpoint that are major (but personally I think kinda suck) are Battle for the Cowl, Countdown, and his weird murdery Nightwing phase.

Jason Todd, everybody.

#DC Comics #Jason Todd #Robin #Red Hood #Batman #Batman and Robin #Outsiders #Red Hood: The Lost Days #Under the Hood #Green Arrow #Bruce Wayne #Tim Drake #Dick Grayson #Damian Wayne #Mia Dearden #Roy Harper #Lian Harper #Jefferson Pierce #Anissa Pierce #Grace Choi #Scarlet #Sasha

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

A-Z CHALLENGE- P.B PARKER

i wanted to hop on this, and discuss some thoughts about the baby boy <3 this has mature themes (smut etc) , so read with caution! pls enjoy love bugs!

ps, i mayyyy have added some quotes to go with some prompts lol

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

peter is so sweet and gentle. so sweet. though he may be more dominant in the moment, the second he’s made sure the both of you have finished he’s such a sweetheart. he always talks to you in a soft, gentle voice to soothe you, especially if you’re in deep sub space. peter always grabs a warm washcloth to clean you up, slips one of his shirts on you, and rubs circles on your back/ plays with your hair while the two of you snuggle. if you’re having a hard time sleeping, he’ll often watch a movie with you until you pass out.

“ daddy…?”

“no, no sweetheart it’s not daddy anymore, it’s peter now.”

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

hands. hands, hands, HANDS. he loves his hands, simply because he knows you ADORE THEM. he always catches you peeping at them, admiring them when you think he isn’t paying attention. he often wears rings on his fingers, letting you paint his nails the odd time. hair ties are a must, despite not needing them for himself… he just likes when you snap it against his wrist. peter loves ALL of you, every freckle, every stretch mark, every curve. but his favourite thing about you, is your eyes. how they glow and sparkle when you’re happy, how wide and full they seem when you’re excited. what look he adores most though, is when you’re fucked dumb, with tears in your eyes as he pounds into you.

“look at those pretty, pretty tears sweetheart? arent you just the cutest, despite being fucked dumb like some whore? my pretty little whore…”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

peter often cums inside you, as he has a major breeding kink… but he also loves finishing on your stomach, just so he can gather it on his finger and feed it to you.

“ want you to fill me please-“

“mmm you want me to stuff you full baby? have me drippin out of you for days?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

one time he stole your panties when you were sleeping and jacked off with them because he didn’t want to wake you. after your early morning shower, you slipped them on, not noticing the cum still in them… and he just smiled at you and kept his lips zipped SHUT.

“ you know those are my favourite panties you own sweetheart?”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

BYE he is so experienced. peter may come off as this shy, quiet guy but ohmygod can he FUCK. he found your g-spot before YOU did.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

doggy but in the mirror, so he can force you to look at yourself while he fucks you. eye contact, the entire time.

“ look how beautiful you are when i’m stuffing your guts sweetheart. eyes on me, if you know what’s good for you.”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

50/50. let’s say the two of you smoked a blunt or somethin, he’d probably be more goofy/ soft. most nights though, he’s pretty serious, but in a mocking sense.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he is sooo well groomed. yes his hair is always sorta messy in that boyish charm way, but he’s very clean. he always smells kinda woody- very, very comforting.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

peter parker is such a little love bug. it truly depends on the time, punishment or not. if he’s giving you a punishment, he’s never too mean about it, often holding your hand when he spanks you or wipes your tears etc. he’s mostly very, very loving, reminding you how beautiful you are and how much he truly adores you.

“shhh, shush honey. i know it hurts, i know sweet girl but you gotta learn okay? i know what’s good for you, i promise it’ll be over soon.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

if he comes back from parol and you’re fast asleep, and he’s feeling generous, he gets off without you awake. though he does it right beside you in bed, often rubbing his cum on your body so you’ll wake up with it all smeared all over your skin as a good morning gift<3

“good morning my little sunshine… do you like your gift?”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BREEDING. SOMETHING ABOUT THIS MAN MAKES ME FEEL LIKE HES SO INTO BREEDING!!! and he’s super into biting, marking, scratching. he loves reciving and giving love bites.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

peter’s super into the “ we shouldn’t do it here but let’s do it anyways and maybe get caught” thing. so he’s down for anywhere, anytime. science labs, libraries, bathrooms, you name it. he likes fucking you in the shower most of all, just so he can take his time and clean you up at the same time. peter loves licking the water droplets on your skin and ADORES holding you up against the tiles.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

your shyness. he loves when you’re needy, yet flustered. you sometimes to get scared to tell him directly that you need him, so you’ll tug at his hand or give him a little look.

“awh what’s wrong little one? can you use your big girl words and tell daddy what you need?”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

piss kink. nOpE.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

GIVING GIVING GIVING. PETER IS SUCH A GIVER!!!! he loves going down on you, teasing you with the pace of his movements. he loves the feeling when your fingers tug on his hair when he’s feasting on you, and he’ll always make direct eye contact when you’ve finished, licking his lips. he also likes receiving, because the sight of you on your knees sends him over the EDGE.

when you tug his hair, or rut against his face he often says shit like “thats such a good girl baby, take what you need.” or “ keep those legs opened honey, im not done my dinner yet.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

both. he often switches it up, just to be a tease ;) but let’s say he’s having a rough night, he’ll be hard and rough, taking it out on you. some nights, it’s love making, not animalistic fucking. all depends on the mood with peter.

“yeah that’s it, you’re gonna take it like a good girl aren’t you? my good girl, letting me use her to get off. youre so well trained sweetheart.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he kinda hates quickies bc he likes to take his time unraveling you. but if you’re super needy, or vise versa, quickies are a must, often in public. be prepared for a LONG night when u get home tho

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

anything you want to try, peter is up for. he wants to make YOU comfortable. he wants to give YOU pleasure. although if he offers something, and it’s something you’re even SLIGHTLY iffy on, he never ever pushes it. he only does things when it’s been 100% consented with you and him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

sometimes he fucks you while youre passed out. so yeah. hes got STAMINA.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

when he saw you using a pillow to get off, he thought it was ADORABLE. but he wanted you to have actual toys, so he’s bought you some to play with when he’s away. BUT he makes you send him recordings and photos, cause he’s mean like that<3 he uses them on you whenever you’re in the mood, although handcuffs are never needed as he has his webs to tie you down ;)

“Too much peter! s’too much-“

“now didn’t i buy you this for a reason sweetheart? dont let these batteries go to waste…”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

is this even a question. this is PETER fricken PARKER we are talking about. oh my god it’s ALL the time. he always traces shapes on your skin, mainly your inner thighs so he can watch them clench together when you get wet from his actions. he adores whispering the filthiest things to you in public to make you squirm, and he often plays with your hair, just to tug on it ever so slightly to make you gasp.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

LOUD LOUD LOUDDDD!!! always talking, always praising. even if it’s in the mean, dumbfication way. you’re not a slut, you’re his slut <33

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

OKAY SOOOO IM THINKINN

peter loves when you suck on his fingers. or play with them. he just loves the feeling of your tongue swirling around them, you look so innocent. hes obsessed with thigh riding as well. when you’re cleaning him up some nights, sitting on his thigh to get a cut, he’ll bounce his knee just to get you going. he’s HUGE into dumbfication and mocking. he also does that thing where he guides your hips to dry hump him when you’re making out

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

he is a timid, shy lil nerd who dresses like THAT. is this even a thought we must have. he is HUNG.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

his tingles have everything heightened, so very, very high. everyday. if he can get his hands on you, he will<33

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

fairly quickly, as he feels safe and SUPER comfortable with you. peter always makes sure you’re asleep first tho, and taken care of. he plays with your hair or tells you stories until you pass out, THEN he’ll hit the hay right beside you, holding you close.

“m’sleepy peter…”

“awh poor thing, did I tire you sweetheart? close those pretty little eyes honey and have sweet dreams. im right here with you.”

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[drpsps]

Random shit I said while watching different saw movies!!! Pt1

Spoiler Warning

Saw - “Adam isn’t THAT fine” (lying right through my teeth).

“Teehee Larry you naughty boy” (was extremely high).

“Y’all their actually gay” (chainshipping bitches)

“I just know if Adam survived he would NEVER stop fucking with Lawrence” (Annoying bf who?).

“My pookie John is so silly!” (Besties hear me out, sometimes the pookie is a crazy old man).

“I hate you Lawrence.” (During the whole “I gotta go get help” thing).

“Adam’s thoughts were “Why is that body throwing it back?” during the scene where John gets up.” (I am crazy).

Saw 2 - “Y’all fuck that kid.” (I’m a hater fr).

“His dad is a fucking dick and I hope he DIES!” (He indeed does not die).

“Amanda you’re so silly.” (She was being crazy).

“I hate everyone but Amanda and that dumb ass kid.” (It was that first scene where someone died).

“Okay okay just can everyone calm down.” (Literally any fight scene).

“Damn HE’S BALD AND TORTURING PEOPLE WITH HAIR!” (Gotta quote a good ole tiktok).

“Shit man’s is beating an old guy whose dying.” (I thought it was funny).

“I’M SO GLAD THE KID SURVIVED!” (Me before the reveal).

“Oh fuck that.” (Me after the reveal).

Saw 3 - “Amanda calm your tits.” (Teehee).

“John what the fuck.” (I think he said some dumb shit).

“Okay bitches calm down.” (Anytime Amanda was beefin with the doctor chick).

“Shitttttt!” (x20 because y’all wtf).

“I thought he was gonna change!” (Dude remained vengeful).

“Well everything is fucked now.” (Amanda montage).

“Girl shut up.” (The doctor chick said something super cunty).

“Yas queen!” (Amanda said something super cunty).

“NOOOO!” (any fucked scene).

“YASSSSS!” (Any good scene).

Saw 4 - “OMG IT’S MY POOKIE BEAR MARK!” (Mark appeared on screen).

“I wonder how they didn’t know it was Mark. The constant side eye was a dead giveaway.” (We were barely a few minutes in and he did it three times).

“My pookie wookie isn’t crazy.” (Mark hoffman is extremely crazy).

“His delulu became trululu.” (Mark casually killing).

“If John is dead, then why would Mark join now?” (Before reveal).

“OOOOOHHHH.” (After reveal).

“Mark definitely listens to slipknot.” (Casual observation and definitely not a projection).

“I would NOT survive a Hoffman trap.” (Bitch rigged everything).

“Oh pookie…” (Near the end of the movie).

“I’m glad Eric died..” (Randomly remembering he’s there).

Saw 5 - “IS STRAHM HERE YES HE IS!” (That’s my genuine reaction when he showed up).

“Perez get your dog on a leash.” (Strahm was being a little asshole).

“Meow.” (Anytime both Hoffman and Strahm are on screen).

“I wanna eat them up.” (Me at Hoffman, and Strahm).

“He’s delulu.” (Talking about Hoffman).

“He’s trululu.” (Talking about Strahm).

“He’s not that bad.” (Talking about Strahm).

“Sorry he sucks sometimes.” (Talking about Hoffman).

“Eat shit asshole, die in a trap.” (Hoffman at Strahm).

“Y’all I’m so cool.” (Me on liking all the apprentices).

“My pookie wookie is trying.” (Me about Hoffman).

“HE NEEDS LOVE!” (Me about Strahm).

“I HOPE YOU ALL DIE.” (Minus Strahm and Hoffman).

“I’m so sorry baby girl..” (Me anytime Strahm is on screen).

“He’s cringe but he’s free.” (Me at Strahm and Hoffman).

“Damn someones salty.” (Angry Hoffman scenes).

“Bro is down bad.” (Strahm investigated Hoffman).

“Y’all this shit is crazy.” (About the traps).

“I’m still mad at hoffman.” (About the trap he put Strahm in).

“Okay what the fuck!” (end of film during Strahms death scene).

I need to watch 6-9 and I’ll make a second post.

I love these films with all my heart and you can definitely tell that my faves are literally every jigsaw apprentice (Including Logan from the later films) and most of the male characters (I.E. Adam and Peter Strahm). I honestly think the first three movies tie in together better than the later movies (seeing as we keep this crazy shit going).

I hope y’all enjoyed reading this shit.

#sawposting #saw x #saw franchise #saw movies #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw 2004 #saw 2005 #saw 2006 #saw 4 #saw 5 #john kramer

[broomsticks]

I'm going to turn those right back on you! 😈

(But no pressure to answer any of these if you'd rather not.)

a fic you were 100% sold on from the summary

a fic you were intrigued by from the summary

favorite AO3 tag?

most memorable fic ending?

most memorable beginning?

what would your ideal written-for-you fic look like?

(@billsfangearring made a fic ask game and got some bonus nonsense from meeee)

a fic you were 100% sold on from the summary the family evans by dirgewithoutmusic (3.5k, unrated (G/T), gen)

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect—what if she took him in? Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

that’s only half the summary but yeah. SOLD. for all the >:|ing i do about dysfunctional families... i do also appreciate a good wholesome family fixit too!

& really i want to rec the entire boy with a scar series :)

a fic you were intrigued by from the summary The Worst Journey in the World by ignipes (4k, T, wolfstar)

January, 1987. Remus Lupin goes to Antarctica and talks to a penguin.

tell me you’re not intrigued!!!. again, reccing the whole series & especially the main fic Man-eaters of Kumaon!

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favorite AO3 tag? heavy angst, probably lmfao. maybe 60% of the time — the rest is 30% “angst with a happy ending” and then 10% “get-together” haha. interestingly humor doesn’t even rank in my top AO3 tags: mine go marauders era / angst / fluff / canon divergence / first war / hurt-comfort / get-together / canon compliant / AU

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most memorable fic ending? two come to mind:

straight plotty reasons: @wanderingbandurria’s Time moves in circles (and straight lines are just an invention) (19k, M, wolfstar) — it’s a hurt fest fic so obvs it’s gonna hurt, i was just not quite expecting - THAT.

and special mention to @squidgilator’s To Build a Home (29k, M, wolfstar) because i was a dumb and didn’t realize this was headed in the direction of a canon compliant first war ending & it gave me blue-screen-of-death for DAYS. STILL NOT OVER IT.

most memorable beginning?

Two Quaffles Pub by @thistlecatfics (cho/ginny, 8.8k, M)

“A woman dating another woman? That’s like playing Quidditch with two Quaffles and no Snitch.”

i think about this quote and cry-laugh the totally normal amount of roughly three times a week thankyou

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what would your ideal written-for-you fic look like?

THE EASIEST question hahaha IT’S ALREADY WRITTEN — i want to scream forever about @tahtahfornow’s poppies in october (FIC REC FIC REC) — it’s a wolfstar ship manifesto but in fic form, not only hits all the technically canon compliant high notes perfectly but also so many of my own personal fic soft spots. literally how. i cannot believe this is actually a thing that already exists in this world and it and you are amazing ❤️ it’s my birthday later this month y’all go read this baby and scream about it with meeee

& now that that fic has basically Settled the Problem of Canon(TM) for me, the next thing i’d like to see is a canon divergence AU either a marauders (including peter) or black cousins vs the world — both the ministry AND the death eaters. something like this basically — give me alllll the morally grey found family revenge fic + bonus points for a rebuilding cherry on top!

#wolfstar #hp fics #leftsidedown tag #my fic recs

[jimpcttcr]

 Go ahead and read on, if you think you’re ready for that.                Here’s a james playlist to set the mood.

THE INSPIRATIONS (because they are, in truth, delightful):

sirius black - his main inspiration for all things in life, without whom, naturally, he would be nothing, and would have no one to show off for

peteykins, wormy, the man, the big cheese himself 

and remus, mr moonpie, without whom I might have actually done some prison time. thanks buddy, I hope you have a good nap, okay?

mister bingley

himself (he insists)

genie - (RW)

John Lennon - james, ffs we’re talking about how I write you, not who actually inspires you, idiot.

THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGE- HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING??

→ NAME: james charlus danger fleamont potter ––– “danger is not your middle name, james.” “yes it is, it literally is.” “I didn’t name you that.” “I know, I added it myself.” → NICKNAMES: prongs, jimothy, jimmy jams – honestly, you could call this kid just about anything but JIM. or sue. or late for dinner.   → AGE / D.O.B.: 20 / 27 march → SPECIES: human? (we think) → GENDER / PRONOUNS: cismale || he/him → SEXUALITY: he’s never thought about it too hard

FAMILY → PARENTS: fleamont and euphemia potter → SIBLINGS: alphabetically: peter, remus, sirius → COUSINS: hahahhahahaha hi i’m related to most of you fuckers in some way or other → ESTRANGED:  probably like half of you technically, I don’t know I stopped counting → PETS: next question!

LIFESTYLE → BORN: london → DIED: london → RAISED: london → CURRENT RESIDENCE: see above  → NATIONALITY: english → SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, drunken idiot, pete with his mouth full, sirius with his mouth full, sleepy/cranky remus (v v fluent, yeah) → OCCUPATION: pain in minnie’s ass TRUST. FUND. BABY. (we don’t work unless dad needs a favor) → DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: sometimes, sometimes, what are you, the police? go away! that’s my purse, I don’t know you! → RELIGION: who?

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES → FACE CLAIM: noah centineo → ETHNICITY: caucasian → HEIGHT: 6′3″ → WEIGHT: 175 lbs → BUILD: tall, looks really gangly and awkward until he rolls his sleeves up or takes his shirt off it’s fine, he’s (mostly not at all) over It  → HAIR: gorgeous black curly mess (and he likes it that way, much to his father, the inventor of some really dope hair products, dismay) → EYE COLOR: hazel → DOMINANT HAND: right → SCENT: grass, sweat (faint), and cedar, usually → NERVOUS HABITS: the hair thing, fucking with his sleeves (if they’re already rolled up), paces EXTRA

CHARACTER → MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good → MBTI: esfp → WESTERN ZODIAC: aries (that’s the ram, alek) → SONG: don’t stop me now - queen

BIO

bobby newport james charlus danger fleamont potter has never worked a day in his life

at anything

ever

JUST KIDDING

the kid is efficient, but he’s dumb as hell (he’s not) and TRYING HARD AT ANYTHING LIKE IT MATTERS TO YOU just isn’t cool, alright??? it’s just not

so james works hard behind closed doors, when no one is looking

and that went doubly so for his schoolwork (detention, what a blessing, and you know what? even if did separate the marauders for detention, all that meant was he got more finished, and that’s fine, because no one knew he did his assignments)

because james potter was ranked in the top 5 students of their class …. but you wouldn’t have known it would you?

nope, because james potter was ALSO the guy who regularly said his dog ate his homework with a straight face, tackled nerds other students when they reminded professors to assign or collect things, ran in late and cut out early….FULL of excuses

and he was always in detention, it seemed.

and he WAS, at least once a week

but he was still the Gryffindor team captain for a good many years

and he was NOT “like, a total hitler” 

and for whatever reason, they let THAT guy be the Head Boy

it really should have been, like, literally anyone else, probably

but the reasons why, over the years, this troublemaking hellion with little regard for anything but a good time, was given so many priveleges and responsibilities were things that James doesn’t think .... count.

he thinks everyone does that (and he is wrong)

they’re pretty much his main redeeming qualities, and again, the very same reasons why people continue to believe (foolishly) that he has ever grown up:

like the way he loves and looks after his friends, every last one of them

or the dedication and passion behind every single thing james decides he wants to do

or the way his eyes light up when he gets excited

or that burning feeling in your chest, all fired up, after a James Potter Peptalk™ because you can take on. the world now and nothing can touch you

or the way he is with the boys

he’s a good kid ….. you just have to KNOW him to know that

but you don’t have to know him to like him, and most people do, because he’s likable ... despite literally every other facet of his personality.

and he plans to keep riding that high for a very long time.

oh, also?

BIG FAT MOMMA’S BOY – and unashamed about it.

keeps a drawer full of spare glasses AND spare phones, because he ruins at least one each per week.

#aevum intro #hahahahaha #enjoy

[kausstar]

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ soft brown eyes , peter sutherland .

female reader. nsfw content. face sitting. cunnilingus. soft! peter. fully self indulged.

they beg. you can participially see how his eyes are begging you just to sit. they’re saying please, but you don’t have the courage to answer their prayers. you only wished you did. you could tell they had the best intentions behind them— and even the best soul, but you were scared.

his hands draw circles on your naked hips as you hover over his face. you had never been asked to sit on someone’s face before. yes, someone’s gone down on you before but never this way. after you had told peter about it, he’d looked surprised as if it was a necessity or something.

“how?” he’d muttered pulling away from your mouth, half way into your make out session. you shrugged and lightly chuckled with embarrassment. “what do you mean?” you asked. “i mean… look at you. who wouldn’t want you to sit on their face?” he lightly chuckled almost to himself as he held your face in his hands.

when he realized he wasn’t talking to himself, he shakes his head and looks away from your eyes in embarrassment. “sorry. it’s just your…” his eyes find yours again. “beautiful. too beautiful not to be worshipped,” he smiled and you mirror his. he believes his smile will never amount to yours—not even years from now. his soft brown eyes take it in like it’s like last time he’ll ever see it again.

and he looks at you with the same soft eyes, maybe they’re even more sensitive at seeing you in such a pretty position. “i want you to sit. not hover, baby,” he said, looking up at you and you only frown. “i already told you: i don’t wanna suffocate you,” you replied, huffing softly. peter could only chuckle at you and your dumb reply you’ve been giving for the past 5 minutes.

“you’re not gonna suffocate me. i just wanna make you feel good, alright?” he grins, placing a kiss to your thigh. “can i fulfill my duties as a boyfriend, please?” he asks, before placing more little kisses on your inner thigh. you huff again, feeling defeated not by just his kiss and words but his eyes that make you do anything he asks. you wouldn’t admit that out loud though.

“fine, but promise you’ll tap me if you need me to come up,” you begged, and he’s quick to nod. “i promise, beautiful,” he promised, his brown eyes more focused on you than ever. slowly, but steadily, you lower yourself onto his face. and soon, you feel his breath against your bare pussy and his nose against your mound.

you feel his tongue lick over all of you—from your soaking hole to your swollen clit. you hummed and shutter at the warm feeling. soon, his tongue circles your clit, covering it in his warm saliva as you let out a moan. as you tangling your hands in his hair, his lapping becomes faster and your moans become louder. your hips began to move back and forth, mindlessly.

begs fall from your mouth— even though you weren’t completely sure what you were begging for, as he sucks at you. his sucking making you almost close your thighs around his head. you feel a build in your stomach as you rock your hips a bit faster. his breathing becomes heavy and you feel it against your hole. you tug at his hair a bit making him groan into you. the vibration makes you clench around nothing but you only hoped he’d fill you up later.

the thought makes your stomach tighten even more. your moan grew louder as your hips rocked after and his tongues pace grew faster. “peter, ah! i’m… gonna—” you were cut off my the tension in your stomach breaking. you shake as you cum onto his face and his tongue darts to your leaking hole to get all your cum. he sticks his tongue in a bit and feels as you clench, and hears as you moan.

you try to move your hips, his tongue overstimulating you a bit but he stops you by holding your thighs in place. you slowly come down, he licks lightly at you making you whine. “sorry, just wanted to get you clean,” he says, his voice muffled. as you lift your hips (because he allowed you), you see him swallow and lick his lips.

“see wasn’t so bad was it?” he teases making you roll your eyes.

 2023 kausstar.

#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star #enjoy my bullshit #smut #peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #the night agent #the night agent x reader #the night agent smut #x chubby reader #x female reader

[castieltrash1]

Hi tati! It's Gen! First off, have a valentine:

Anywho: I shall be greedy and ask for a ship for Marvel and the breakfast club, with a guy please! I'm 5'2 with short brown hair (I feel like if I tell you how I describe my hair I'm a pick me girl but I'm gonna tell you: cola colored. Because it's brown with a red tint like the last drops of coke in a coke bottle, and brown eyes, and as I call them: Clark Kent glasses. They're big and dumb, but I need them to see though.

I absolutely despise the cold, and I adore bagels. I do enjoy reading (wish I could do it more though) and I'm writing again! I like learning about mostly-forgotten history because someone gets to remember the people who aren't remembered. Plus sometimes people do dumb stuff and I get a laugh out of it. I'm trying very hard to listen to everyone so they can have someone, it's only fair. People deserve to be heard.

And also they deserve 100 dollars, if I were rich I'd give everyone on earth except for the super bad people 100 dollars, then I'd cycle back and give everyone another 100 dollars. That is my literal dream. I really like to find the good in everything. Athletic? Almost entirely not but I have upper arm strength from building a shed. I miss when I did ballet though. I really also enjoy baking! And listening to music. I also enjoy sweaters. They're beautiful and soft and warm. So nice. I should probably sleep more but I've got a million ideas and only so much writing ability. A little note before I finish typing: I've literally been inexperienced in any type of romance. It's never happened for me. Okay thanks I'm nervous now! Sorry for going on a tangent!

Happy Valentine's day! I love you, you're amazing, thanks for being you! Have a good day :)

gen, u and the other anon are godsends for waiting 7 months for me to answer this pls ily <3 also the running theme of these boys is so funny teehee

(THIS IS A SHIP ASK FROM VDAY SO PLS DONT SEND ME THESE LOL)

for marvel, i ship you with...

peter parker!

let’s be honest, you two are perfect for each other. some may say you’re too similar but you shouldn’t listen to them - you and peter are made to be together! first of all, you guys make an adorable couple - especially when peter wears his edith sunglasses and you both rock the frames. when the both of you aren’t just being two absolute cuties, you’re most likely rambling about some cute topic that no one else would bother talking about: “no, if a dog wore pants, it’d be on all four legs!” etc. you’re also constantly doing work for others - walking an old lady across the street, cooing at a crying baby in the grocery store, helping a fellow student with their flunking grade; you name it, you and peter are there teaming up and solving the day! he’s not very experienced with romance either, so while it may take a while for him to admit he’s crushing on you, your mutual pining style friendship will develop into a heart-warming relationship eventually! then you can share sweaters, listen to music, and giggle while peter attempts an arabesque. he swore he could do it, so he will!

for the breakfast club, i ship you with...

brian johnson!

AGAIN, you guys are meant to be and i will take 0 criticism <3 we’ll be honest and say you met while dramatically failing at gym, bonding quickly over your shared hatred for the class. then, you’re complimenting one of brian’s sweaters and it just snowballs from there! you can’t blame him for falling so quickly - it’s not every day a nerd like him gets attention from a cute girl like you! plus, you enjoy learning things, don’t have a boyfriend (or ex), and you’re the kindest person at school! fellow students have grown used to seeing you guys whisper amongst each other in the library during lunch, brian rambling over a new math formula he learned while you excitedly tell him about the obscure historical event you’re researching for a paper. he’s also super touchy once you guys are official and loves lying in the park with you and listening to music and then dancing in the grass (and kissing. a lot of kissing.)

bonus!!!! for dead poet's society, i ship you with...

steven meeks!

listen, i have 0 clue how to do characterization for dps bc i only watched it recently and there are No Girls basically so ??? but all i can say is steven is in love with you and would make you a radio and call you his swan queen or some other cheesy ballet-referencing pet name.

#again.. me posting this 7 months later: :D #one day i'll do things on time #(but today is not that day) #answered #mutuals: interwebseriesfan24