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wellsayhelloaagin · 1 year

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Enchant- Beckon Part Five

Summary: Wanda struggles with her growing feelings and the fear that they may ruin everything.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x f!reader

Genre: Smut (top!reader, switch!Natasha, bottom!Wanda)

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: fingering, oral, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome, dirty talk, swearing, light angst

AN: I've risen from the depths of hell to bring you this (short) update. I do have a plan for the next part (you may not like it) so hopefully I can get that written somewhat soon.

If someone had told Wanda a month ago that waking up in bed sandwiched between you and Natasha would become a regular occurrence, she would have laughed in their face.

Yet, that’s exactly what happened.

After the morning spent making pancakes, Wanda had begun to spend more time with the couple next door. She would invite the two of you over once or twice a week, cooking dinner before the three of you would inevitably end up losing your clothes and falling into a heap on the nearest surface.

Weekends were quickly becoming Wanda’s favourite thing. She would walk the path to your doorstep each Friday night and normally wouldn’t resurface until Monday morning. And while the sex was incredible, she was also enjoying the chance to get to know you and Natasha better.

She learnt more about your relationship with the redhead, about how you both met and the beginning of your romance. Wanda learnt about the two of you as individuals as well, the things you liked and disliked. Every new piece of information was stored away in her brain, warmth blooming in her chest from the fact that you both trusted her enough to share yourselves with her.

Wanda knew she was developing feelings for both you and Natasha but she tried to ignore the fluttering of her heart whenever you smiled at her or whenever Natasha cupped her cheek. She wasn’t entirely sure if this agreement was more than just sex and she was too scared to mention anything, afraid that it could all disappear.

So instead, she kept her feelings to herself, content in enjoying whatever she could get.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your voice draws Wanda’s mind back to the present, where she lay curled up in bed with her two favourite people. The sun was beginning to peek through the curtains, a warm orange hue bathing the room in a golden glow. She admired the way the light shone in your eyes, her stomach clenching again.

“Hmmm?” Wanda asks, stretching languidly.

She was normally the last one to wake up, so it surprised her when she opened her eyes that morning to find you and Natasha both sleeping peacefully.

“What’s got you looking so serious?” You ask, finger smoothing out the furrow between Wanda’s brow. “It’s too early to be thinking that hard.”

“It’s nothing,” Wanda dismisses you, enjoying your hand combing through her hair now. “Just work stuff.”

Wanda did feel bad for lying but she couldn’t risk bringing up her quickly growing feelings and ruining this one perfect thing she had.

“Sounds like your boss rides you too hard,” you smirk, looking over at your still-dozing girlfriend.

Wanda blushes, remembering just a few hours ago when Natasha had indeed been riding her pretty hard, her thighs sandwiched on either side of the brunette's head.

“I don’t mind it so much,” Wanda returns playfully, fingers running down your bare arm and enjoying the goosebumps she left in her wake.

“Is that so?” You counter, hand tightening slightly in Wanda’s hair to pull her face closer to yours. “I’ll have to remember that.”

Wanda just hums in agreement as you connect your lips together, the smooth feel of your lips under hers making her sigh. You don’t push too hard, content to kiss lazily for a few minutes as your hand slowly trails down Wanda’s side.

You smile into the kiss as you feel her shiver against you, Wanda’s hips starting to rock slightly as she seeks out friction. You hook your hand behind her knee, bringing her leg to rest over your hip and opening her up for you.

The three of you often slept naked together, usually falling asleep from exhaustion after bringing each other to release. Wanda was thankful for it now, just one less barrier for her to get what she wanted.

She feels your fingers dancing along her inner thigh, reaching higher until you find her centre. She’s already wet from your touch, your fingers gliding over her easily as you find her clit.

“Oh,” she gasps as you apply pressure, moving your fingers in slow circles.

She rocks her hips in time with your movements, panting into your mouth as you work her body expertly. She groans as you push two fingers into her, her ability to continue your kiss disappearing as you thrust into her in slow, even strokes.

Her eyes are open, locked on yours as you bring her closer to the edge. She moans softly as you curl your fingers, captivated by your gaze. She can feel herself growing wetter, your fingers easily filling her as her orgasm builds.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight to wake up to?” Wanda hears the groggy voice from behind her, her only warning before Natasha begins to pepper kisses over her bare shoulders.

She feels an arm snake around her chest, lithe fingers dancing over one of her nipples. She arches her back, eyes closing as she succumbs to the pleasure filling her body. Her release washes over her quickly, her breath catching as you help her ride it out.

“Morning my love,” Wanda hears you greet Natasha, your fingers slowly leaving her body and pulling a whimper from her throat.

Natasha is still massaging her breast and Wanda turns her upper body to face her more. Her eyes open as your hand reaches over her, fingers that had just been inside Wanda now tracing Natasha’s lips.

Natasha opens her mouth, sucking the digits inside, her tongue cleaning Wanda’s release from your fingers. She hums happily and Wanda can already feel herself growing hot again at the sight.

She was so caught up on Natasha that she wasn’t prepared to feel your mouth latching onto her other nipple, the warm, wet feeling causing her to clench around nothing.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out without thinking, earning a chuckle from Natasha.

“That’s the idea, detka,” the redhead laughs, now grasping your hand between both of hers.

Wanda watches as Natasha guides your hand under the blanket, knowing when you had found your target by the breathy moan Natasha lets out. You shift slightly, never detaching from Wanda’s breast as you move to kneel over her.

Wanda can see your hand moving under the blanket, transfixed by what must be happening underneath. Natasha is panting beside her, hand clutching your forearm tightly as she raises her hips to meet you.

Feeling brave, Wanda tugs the blanket aside and is rewarded by the sight of your thumb working over Natasha’s clit. She can’t see completely but judging by the way your hand surges forward, she gathers that your other fingers are buried inside your girlfriend.

You begin to trail your lips down Wanda’s torso now, teeth nipping along the way as you move your body down to hover over where she was dripping. Wanda is impressed that you managed to navigate your way down her body without losing your rhythm with Natasha.

The redhead is still moving her hips along with your thrusts, her moans growing in volume. Wanda reaches over, her fingers working over one of Natasha’s pebbled nipples as she palms her breast.

You catch Wanda off guard by licking along her dripping folds, her free hand flying to your hair as she arches into your mouth. You usually liked to tease her, working her up into a frenzy before putting your mouth where she wanted it most.

You waste no time today, your tongue already probing her entrance as you straddle one of Wanda’s legs. She can feel the heat from your sex, your arousal evident as you settle over her. She can feel the wet patch on her leg, the thought of you being turned on while eating her out causing the heat to pool low in her belly.

She shifts her leg, bending her knee and flexing her thigh underneath your centre. Wanda jolts as you moan against her, the vibrations shooting straight through her core. You begin to rock against her, never stopping your ministrations on either woman as the room is quickly filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of sweat and arousal.

Natasha folds first, her orgasm hitting her loudly as she holds onto your arm for dear life. Wanda can tell you’re getting close too, feeling your pace pick up as you rut against her leg, your tongue still buried deep inside her.

She wants to outlast you, wants to finally gain some kind of power over you in this dynamic she found herself in but she knows she won't last much longer. Especially now that you had another hand free, angling it under her hips and driving your tongue in deeper.

“That’s it, detka,” Wanda hears a sultry voice in her ear, Natasha curling her body to her side. “I bet it feels good with her tongue inside you doesn’t it?”

Wanda just whimpers in return, eyes clenching shut as she tries to hold off her impending orgasm.

“Shhhh,” Natasha continues, nose running over the column of Wanda’s throat. “It’s okay. You can cum if you want.”

Wanda just shakes her head, stubbornly trying to resist. Her hands are clenched tightly in the sheets as you eat her out.

“Being difficult, are we?” Natasha taunts, fingers pinching one of Wanda’s nipples. “That’s not fun.”

Wanda can feel Natasha pout against her neck before she bites down, sucking at the skin there as Wanda gasps in pleasure.

“Such a shame,” Natasha coos mockingly into Wanda’s ear again. “I really wanted to lick your cum from her chin.”

The image of what Natasha had described was enough to send Wanda over the edge, her thighs clamping over your ears as she cries out. Waves of pleasure wash over her, her voice feeling hoarse by the time she finally calms down.

You slide up her body, a satisfied smirk on your face as you take in Wanda’s mussed hair and glazed eyes. Her chest is still heaving, Natasha’s fingers still teasing her sensitive nipples as she jerks through the aftershocks.

“A bit defiant today,” you taunt, gripping Wanda’s chin in your hand and forcing her to look at you. “I don’t know why you bother trying to compete with me sweetheart, you know I’ll always win.”

Wanda just nods dumbly, her mind too fuzzy to do anything else. She watches as you pull Natasha into a bruising kiss, the redhead licking Wanda’s cum off your chin as she had planned.

Despite the two orgasms she had already had that morning, Wanda could already feel arousal stirring again.

“Come on,” you instruct, pinching Wanda’s cheek to get her attention. “If you’re good, I might let you finish me off in the shower.”

Wanda hums to herself as she towels her hair, walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. She had stayed in the shower a little longer, enjoying the warm water cascading over her aching muscles. You and Natasha had laughed at her, telling her not to turn into a prune and to join them for breakfast when she was done.

She had changed into a pair of your sweats and one of Natasha’s old shirts once she got out, enjoying the way they smelled like the two of you. Wanda liked the comfort they brought, planning to leave your house with them and claim them as her own for the nights she spent alone.

She could hear voices as she neared the kitchen, stopping just before the doorway to lean against the wall and bask in the simple domesticity of it all. She was sure she was falling hard and fast for the both of you but maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Maybe you and Natasha felt the same way.

She moves to the doorway, hovering there as she watches the scene before her.

Natasha is sitting on top of the counter, her legs swinging playfully as you twirl in front of her, a bowl of pancake batter in your hands. Natasha laughs at you, her eyes shining with adoration as her hand catches your outstretched arm, pulling you to stand between her legs.

You place the bowl down on the counter, hands resting atop Natasha’s thighs as she cups your face gently, her nose brushing over yours and making you giggle.

“I love you,” Natasha whispers but it’s loud enough for Wanda to hear from her position, her heart clenching painfully at the words.

“I love you too,” you reply as easy as breathing, leaning in to press your lips against Natasha’s in a sweet kiss.

Wanda feels the pang again, realising it was jealousy coursing through her. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment, her chest constricting as she takes a step backwards, ready to leave the room.

The movement catches your eye and you pull back, smiling at Wanda. She wonders if it was the same way you smiled at Natasha, an ice-cold feeling rushing through her veins.

“There you are,” you say brightly as Wanda forces a smile in return. “I was wondering if you were trying to use up all the hot water.”

Wanda just shrugs, walking awkwardly to sit on one of the stools on the other side of the counter. Her eyes are locked on the mixing bowl in front of her and she misses the look of concern shared between you and Natasha.

“Everything okay?” Natasha frowns, eyes searching yours for what to do.

Ten minutes ago, the two of you had left Wanda happy and laughing in the shower, a far cry from the woman in front of you now.

“Yeah, just tired I guess,” Wanda replies, shaking her head to try and clear the funk that had settled there.

She can tell by the look on your faces that neither of you believes her but you don’t push, instead taking a step away from Natasha and grabbing the mixing bowl again.

“I’m making pancakes, did you want some?” Your voice is soft and gentle and Wanda can feel the concern leaking through your words.

“Sounds great,” Wanda answers you. “I’ll cut the fruit.”

Wanda moves to the fridge, taking a deep breath as she searches for the strawberries inside.

Maybe her feelings weren’t so harmless after all?

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androgynealienfemme · 11 months

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"I know what butch is. Butches are not beginner FTMs, except that sometimes they are, but it's not a continuum except when it is. Butch is not a trans identity unless the butch in question says it is, in which case it is, unless the tranny in question says it isn't, in which case it's not. There is no such thing as butch flight, no matter what the femmes or elders say, unless saying that invalidates the opinions of femmes in a sexist fashion or the opinions of elders in an ageist fashion. Or if they're right. But they are not, because butch and transgender are the same thing with different names, except that butch is not a trans identity, unless it is; see above."

-"I KNOW WHAT BUTCH IS", Butch is a Noun, Essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)

#butch is a noun #s. bear bergman #lesbian #lesbianism #transgender #trans man #butch #butch lesbian #trans butch #transmasculine #gender stuff #trans lit #lesbian lit #this essay fucking rocks #lgbtq+ writing #lgbt writing

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drop-dead-dino · 17 days

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I’m totally normal about these two totally normal dudes :) .

I don’t usually read fics, specially AU related ones, but this one GOT me, holy cow. Check it out if you fancy that sort of thing!

Love, Death, and Rollerskates by @spadillelicious !

#listen fr I don’t think I’ve ever been this interested in a fic before #the story? the setting?? the drama??? soooo good #I may be a bit bias tho since it involves the blorbos and the 80’s #also Spadille I very much appreciate the way you handle the heavier subject matters #and the way you write in general but yeah!#keep up the good work!#love death and rollerskates fanart #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf daycare attendant #my art stuff

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milla984 · 10 months

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With Neighbors Like These

Summary: Jack goes away for the weekend and Aaron and Reader can finally have some alone time (inspired by this concept)

Pairing: post season 12 Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, mutual masturbation, moderate dirty talk, penetrative sex, protected sex, established relationship, unspecified age gap, Hotch dealing with parenting issues, Jack is mentioned but not present

Word Count: 2k

The house was unusually quiet as you walked in, leaving your shoes at the entrance to proceed barefoot towards the small office Aaron had arranged for himself with a few retouches to the spare room in the back.

Despite having a key in case of emergencies and whatnot, like a very good neighbor, it was a common decision you’d only use it on specific occasions and mostly when Jack wasn’t around. A single soccer cleat lay abandoned in a corner in the living room; were it to happen on a regular day you knew the mere sight of it would have sparked a fierce argument, but this morning was different.

The evening before a very concerned father had driven his fourteen-year-old son to the arranged meeting point, camping gear in tow, and Jack was now enjoying a two nights excursion somewhere in the local woods. You had a feeling that, conversely, Aaron wasn’t getting a kick out of the child-free weekend - confirmed by his rapid typing on the keyboard when you knocked on the wooden frame of the French door to catch his attention.

He looked at you and cracked a smile, still too focused on what he was doing. “It won’t take too long. I promise.”

You dropped your purse under his chair and hugged him from behind, the scent of his aftershave filling your nose with pure delight.

“Feeling lonely, already?”

“Why?!” he enquired. “I didn’t have to shout five times to turn off that damn videogame, last night… and nobody guzzled down half a gallon of milk directly from the bottle, at breakfast!”

“You’re also worried, I can tell,” you added and he shrugged, defeated, then went back to focusing on the screen.

He’d been working part-time as an FBI consultant for a law firm for about a year and you had never seen him putting his job before his kid: he was an active member of the PTA and even volunteered to chaperone whenever he could (something that many moms and other dads found incredibly hot, without a doubt). If he was working on a Saturday he was a hundred percent desperate for a distraction.

Your palms brushed over his shoulders and a delicate touch soon turned into a proper massage, kneading his muscles through the polo shirt he was wearing.

“Relax. You’re too tense,” you mumbled. He had only shared a few unpleasant details about his life as a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in D.C. before he and Jack moved into the neighborhood; nevertheless, it didn’t take a genius to figure out his former employment as an FBI agent had taken a huge toll on both of them.

“I’m not sure I should have signed that consent form,” he confessed.

“His entire class is with him and his teachers all have cell phones, nothing’s going to happen. Save for a few mosquito bites,” you replied. “And don’t get me wrong... but aren’t you being just a bit overprotective?!”

“Jack told me the same thing when I said I wanted to think about it. Except, he didn’t phrase it so nicely,” Aaron grinned and shook his head while he rose to his feet. “Sorry, enough with the family issues,” he apologized, “it’s a lovely Saturday morning. Have you got any interesting plans?”

“I have. And they don’t involve homework,” you declared, and as you pushed his laptop to the opposite side of the desk he locked an arm around your waist, his expression reverting to a serious one.

“... so you’re a bad influence.”

The intimidating attitude he could pull off with a single stare never failed to make your legs turn into jelly.

You lowered your voice to a purr. “You don’t even kn—”

His soft lips pressed onto yours stopped you mid-sentence. The fact he had a teenage son registered in your mind only as a foggy thought and the power he’d had on you since the instant you saw him jogging around the block was almost inexplicable.

“You’re right, no more homework. How about I take you out for lunch?” he proposed and the warmth of his breath on your skin ignited a fire you weren’t at all convinced you could control. Or would.

You hugged him tight, your bodies finally making contact. “How about we take care of something else, first?”

Aaron’s attitude towards romantic relationships exuded manners and consideration, the portrait of a gentleman from a different era, so the response to your suggestion came as a surprise: he’d always shown a preference for the intimacy of his bedroom, even though his palms stroking over your breasts to make your nipples grow stiff and visible through the fabric was the perfect sign he had no intention of wasting any time to move the action upstairs.

Your tongues lustfully met in a second kiss, prompting you to let out an excited sigh as you blindly undid and removed his belt before letting it fall on the floor with a loud clunk. You reached for his zipper and he sighed in return but gasped a second later when you gave him a light push that forced him to sit down again.

“Show me how you do it when we’re not together.”

Aaron’s eyes widened - confusion and stupor at the beginning, then the sheer thrill of the idea lit up his gaze. And made him hard entirely.

He sank into the cushion behind his back to finish unzipping his pants and pulling them down his hips so that his swollen erection was only contained by a thin layer of underwear.

“You’re just going to watch?” he asked, locking eyes with you. You could have sworn that look alone increased the temperature in the room by a couple of degrees. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

You reached under the flowy dress to roll your panties along your thighs, letting them crumple around your ankles; you sat on the desk and lifted the skirt up to your waist, your feet resting on Aaron’s parted knees.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He swallowed nervously but didn’t miss a movement of your fingers starting to draw circles around your most sensitive spot, guided by the aching tension in your belly; your mouth watered at the sight of his cock whipping free and he noticed, so he took his time to wrap his right hand around it.

You knew how to work his length, moving up and down in slow and long strokes as foreplay, nevertheless witnessing such a handsome man masturbating for you proved to be one of the most lascivious experiences of your life.

“I always think about you when I touch myself…” you confessed, and he held on to your ankle with his free hand while you rubbed your clit.

“Are you trying to make me lose control?”

You nodded in confirmation and he growled.

He was now coating his shaft and palm with the leaking precum, using only his index and middle finger to collect some of the slickness and spread it over the bulging head, the exposed glans glistening in the process. That was when he usually begged you to move faster, since his delicate skin was lubricated enough and increased friction meant pleasure - not pain.

“I’m really wet for you,” you teased him, your own desire pooling at your core, but his reaction threw you off balance.

“Stop, please… stop,” he whimpered, “this is not…”

His ragged breath made it difficult for him to articulate his words. “I need you.”

You gestured at the purse that was still under his chair and he handed it to you; sharing the house with a teenager meant Aaron had grown accustomed to some of his clean t-shirts randomly disappearing from his drawers and wardrobe, so you both knew nothing out of the ordinary could be hidden among his personal stuff.

He stared at you, entranced, as you retrieved the small box you’d carried with you and tore one of the foil packages open.

“A little closer, maybe…?” you joked, and when he stood up you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He kissed you lightly on your forehead as you unrolled the latex down his hardness, then you pinched his chin and smiled at him.

“Better?!”

He whined again. “Not exactly.”

You grabbed him by the nape of his neck, speaking softly to his ear. “Make me come. I can’t wait anymore.”

The uninhibited request seemed to have flipped a switch in him: the sound of a pencil holder spilling its content made you laugh as Aaron enthusiastically raised your legs in the air and held them to his chest, so he could start rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

It was torture but he was damn good at it.

When he managed to get himself covered in your arousal he slipped the bulbous head past your entrance. “It’s so big…” you muttered.

Truth be told he wasn’t that well-endowed and you had nothing against it, since you’d never been keen on painful sex, still you welcomed him with a loud moan once he buried himself inside of you. Even a gentleman from another era didn’t mind a bit of flattering and appreciation of his manhood.

He wasn’t as vocal, though, but his deep groans reverberated in his throat in a manifestation of primal, untamed passion; he looked so solemn it drove you insane, his brows furrowed and tiny droplets of sweat trapped between his short hair, almost as if he was directing all of his energies into screwing your brains out.

When his thrusts grew slower but more intense you wriggled your legs free and locked them around his waist: with a last, fierce grunt he twitched several times and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment, which was always the biggest turn-on for you.

With your eyes still closed you welcomed the pressure on your lips, a not-so-subtle invitation to take his index and middle finger in your mouth; you sucked on them alternately, happy to oblige, tasting traces of the salty precum. You clawed at his forearm when he brought the wet digits to your clit, rubbing and drawing circles just like you’d shown him before.

“Aaron… I’m…” you mewled, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you - indeed - came with his throbbing cock still inside you, lungs pleading for air and inner muscles clenching around him.

He collapsed on top of you, the additional weight making you realize how harsh the desk’s smooth surface was on your back, yet you cupped his face and stroked his flustered cheeks with your thumbs.

“I missed you so much,” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

He pulled out and started to fix his clothes, and before he got rid of the condom he planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry about the other weekend. Jack wasn’t supposed to play, last minute change of plans—”

“Don’t be sorry, I know you love going to his games,” you said, propping up on one elbow to straighten yourself as he stood in front of you. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your biggest fans, would you?”

He was still heaving a little and looked at you with a pensive pout. “... what?!”

“I mean, you’ve seriously never noticed…?” you locked your hands behind his neck as you tried to come up with a good imitation of the cooing voice of the soccer moms who you knew swarmed the sidelines every time he was present.

“Aaron, can you help us move the coolers? Aaron, we need to rearrange those chairs! Aaron, come here and have some cake! We made it for you ‘cause you’re such a good dad and it’s soooooo hot!”

He laughed, the vibrations in his ribcage making your breasts jiggle, then he gave you his best smile to date. “You’re jealous?!”

You shrugged, holding him closer. “No. To be honest I don’t even blame them, you are a good dad. Which is very hot, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he laughed again as he wrapped you in his arms to kiss you one more time, forcing you to close your eyes and get lost in his tender embrace. You muffled a surprised gasp when he playfully nipped at your earlobe with another heart-stopping smile.

“But just to be clear…” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, “it’s usually cookies, not cake!”

@hornyhornyhimbos

NB: I don't really have an Aaron Hotchner fic taglist 'cause I usually write about Spencer Reid but if you wish to be tagged in future Hotch-centric works (SFW or not, who knows?) you can either send me an ask or leave a comment below.

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junewritesstuff · 2 months

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sleepy. ༊*·˚

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

cws/tws: none, just fluff! <3

prompt: “dont get up– i’ll do it.” or reader gets home late and just wants to go to bed.

a/n: first time writing for leon!!! also i think leon’s love language is acts of service and quality time (just for a little bit of context lol) this is an incredibly self indulgent and super short piece

“leon! i’m home!” you call into your shared apartment as you enter the front door. you lock the door behind you and start heading towards your bedroom, dropping your bag off on the kitchen counter.

“hi love,” leon says softly with a gentle smile, “you look exhausted.”

“i am,” you admit with a small giggle.

you quickly get ready to go to bed; taking a quick shower, changing into pjs, brushing your teeth, and your skincare routine (of course!!). you finally walk back into the bedroom and get cozy in bed, cuddling with your bf.

all of a sudden, you let out a defeated groan, “i forgot to turn the fan onnn.”

as you go to rip the covers off of you, leon stops you, “don’t get up– i’ll do it.” he gives you a small peck on the cheek and goes and quickly turns the fan on. you return the small peck onto his cheek and quietly thanking him before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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lemony-snickers · 1 year

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"you are the only one who's ever broken me open."

"do not scream god's name, scream mine."

"please don't make me say it if you aren't going to say it back."

"your heart is beating so fast." "because i'm happy."

"i want to draw a map of your scars so i can always find my way back to your heart."

"i don't believe in such nonsense." "i'm not asking you to. i'm simply asking that you believe in me."

"is that good? that's all i want, to make you feel good."

"it reminded me of you. but then, sometimes i think everything reminds me of you."

"what a fragile thing, that love can so easily turn to violence."

"why are you doing this?" "because i love you."

"it didn’t feel right when I was always thinking of you."

"i would have felt like the luckiest person on the planet."

"are you gonna take that off or should i keep guessing?"

"i wanted this to be special."

"i can't believe... after all this time... i should have known it would be you."

"i want to be wildly, deliriously happy. wildly, deliriously loved."

"i try always to be too much for you."

"the sooner i leave, the sooner i will return and we can begin again."

"i didn't die." "you were dead to me."

"i don't care if other people see us together, you do."

"and you say i'm the one who should be resting."

"i'm sorry." "for what?" "that you got stuck with me."

"what makes you happy?" "lots of things." "and what makes you unhappy?" "lots of other things and some of the same ones."

"i wish i could give you the world." "the world is not enough. but you are."

"i have never needed anything so much as i need you. and i hate you for it."

#lemony snippets #writing prompts #fanfic writing prompts #smut prompts #romance prompts #angst prompts #i mean i guess they are prompts if you ignore how bad most of them area ;dlsjfasdf #idk here are a bunch of horrible half-formed pieces of things i have written but have either never finished or will never publish #for some other more talented person(s) to utilize as they see fit should they so choose #anyway yeet #this is a queued post #as is almost everything these days lol #gosh re-reading this stuff is so cringe-y help asdasdf

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moved-to-satoruswaifu · 4 months

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self-indulgent, but… if people in your life have ever told you that you are “overreacting” — your f/o never thinks so.

they know you just feel things differently, more strongly. they know you can get so very excited or happy that you can’t help but be giddy, louder, that you may bounce around. in fact, your f/o thinks it’s endearing, because such a reaction truly shows how content you are at the moment.

they know and understand something negative can affect you more than others, that you may cry easier or need more time to deal with challenges before you can get back on your feet. and your f/o thinks that is okay.

no matter the reason or just how strongly you react, your f/o doesn’t think you’re “too much” because of that.

#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ — dreaming about us #stuff happened so i needed to write this down #self ship #self ship comfort #selfshipping comfort #f/o comfort #f/o x s/i #self shipping comfort

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QPR stobin in their forties, married since, like, '87, finding out about qpr language. They see someone mention it or just stuble upon it on the internet and go oh!! That's us! That's what we have! :) Because they're still involved with lgbtq activism, and are like oh!! These young people have words for what we are isn't that amazing!

I think Robin would find out that sometimes people call their queerplatonic partner "zucchinis" absolutely hilarious and never refer to Steve as anything else. He's her zucchini. Her sweet yam. Her pumpkin pie. Steve giggles at it and says "because we're fruity!"

They don't get divorced to get married to their romantic partners because that's a hassle and also they don't want to. What would happen to the children. To the cats. To the fish the cats long to eat that they are expressly forbidden from eating because their mother and father are cruel and deserve jail for a thousand years. They are each other's PERSON, no romantic relationship will change that. This causes some stir when it's revealed Steve is Eddie's partner and also Steve has a wife. Eddie Munson, beloved queer metalhead/rocker is a homewrecker?? They try to explain! They do!

Steve is like 'okay well we were best friends and soulmates and very queer in the 80's it was just easier to get married especially seeing as I wanted my parents to have nothing to do with anything incase I died, so no brainer. We already lived together, it didn't really change anything except we were able to adopt!" "But don't you want to marry someone you actually love?" "I love Robin more than anything else besides our children??" "Not...what about Eddie?" "Yeah I love him he's my partner. But I don't want to marry him I'm already married to Robin." "But you aren't in love with her" "not romantically no. We're what the kids call 'zucchinis'" "I'm sorry what" "zucchinis! It's what some people call a queerplatonic partner! Like, a life partner that isn't romantic but is still the most important person! Rob thinks it's a very funny name and I gotta say, with the unconventional nature of this type of relationship I agree it fits."

Steve gets on twitter and is like "sorry to everyone who doesn't understand platonically spending your whole life with someone but I'm different" and then logs tf off and lets people freak the hell out in the replies.

And Eddie is like yes my partner is married. No he's not cheating. Yes we were together when he got married. No I'm not jealous. Yes I knew he was getting married I know you know this I was the best man. No he's not getting a divorce to marry me now same sex marriage is legal. Yes I'm fine with it. No it's not a problem. Yes I understand ya'll don't get it. No I don't actually care you don't get it. Yes Robin and Steve are the most important person in each other's lives. No I'm not hurt by that they were like that when I met them. Yes I love him. No I'm not worried they're actually in a secret heterosexual relationship that's ridiculous and stupid this interview is over.

#qpr stobin #robin buckley #platonic stobin #steddie #give me unconventional relationship with rockerstar eddie!!! give me qpr stobin!!!!#i get that people want romantic ships to get married but i think that eddie wouldn't really want to get married #and also they were young (queer) adults in the 80's thats prime time for anitconformist queerness #also also if stobin were to get lavender married i doubt they'd get divorced bc they love each other too much #someone might being it up after same-sex marriage is legalized and they'd try to talk about it but get too upset because itd be too #much like a breakup. they cannot be separated they'll be too sad (not to mention how legally and financially their lives are entwined)#finda's rambles #finda writes stuff #this post probably makes no sense but whwtever im emo about qpr stobin #stobin #platonic with a capital p #steve and robin

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Can I ask 🥺🥺🥺🥺 for a silly eah/nevermore crossover 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 maybe annabel and Apple realising they have the same brand of issues 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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#ever after high #ever after high fanart #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #nevermore webcomic #nevermore fanart #darling charming #apple white #ask me stuff #send me asks #this annon knows what s up #i had no idea what to write i m sorry 😭

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pespillo · 11 months

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belos redemption fics

#samsa´s art stuff #the owl house #dont get me wrong. i really dont care if you write/written this sort of things before #ive read em. you can do whatever you want and im just here to analyze things i find Funny.#n by funny you know what i mean.

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Tempt- Beckon Part Four

Summary: Sunday breakfast takes a surprising turn when Wanda invites you and Natasha over.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x f!reader

Genre: Smut (top!reader, bottom!Natasha, bottom!Wanda)

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: fingering, oral, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome, strap on use, degredation, praise kink, swearing, spanking, oral on strap, overstim, masturbation, food play

AN: This took way too long, I have no excuses really. Life just be like that some times.

The wheels of the shopping cart rattled obnoxiously as Wanda tried to manoeuvre her way through the grocery store, trying to avoid running into unsupervised children and elderly shoppers who couldn’t see more than two feet in front of them.

It was Sunday morning and when she stumbled to the kitchen this morning, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she did so, Wanda discovered that there was no food left in her house. Cursing herself internally, she quickly raced upstairs to shower before hurrying out the door in the hope of beating the family crowds.

But to top off her already shitty week, she found the store packed with more people than she was willing to deal with. It only added to her foul mood and every second found her fighting the urge to scream.

It had been a week since the barbeque, since the night that you and Natasha had welcomed her into your lives and changed Wanda’s for the better.

When she had left the next day, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, you had told her not to be a stranger. Wanda had taken that to mean that you were trying to give her some control, to ensure that this was what she really wanted by waiting for her to make the next move.

The only problem was, Wanda was far too shy to take the initiative, despite her body crying out for the release that only you could bring her. She had worn out the batteries in her favourite toy but it just wasn’t the same, not now that Wanda knew what she was missing.

She thought that maybe talking to Natasha would be easier, to mention to the redhead that she’d like to come over one night after work. But every time she had tried, the words had gotten stuck in her throat.

So here she was, sexually frustrated and stuck in the grocery store trying to find something to make for breakfast.

She passes through the fresh fruit section, spying some tempting-looking strawberries. Wanda decides that maybe some pancakes might make her feel better about her lack of a spine.

She’s reaching for a punnet, trying to work out which one housed the most decadent-looking fruit when she hears a voice beside her that sends a thrill right through her body.

“Hey, neighbour.”

Wanda turns to find you staring there, Natasha by your side. You both look relaxed, your casual weekend clothes looking far too good on your bodies for Wanda’s liking. It was already hard enough to think in your presence and now Wanda had to deal with your welcoming smile and the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt that had risen above the waistband of your jeans.

“Hey,” Wanda returns, grateful for her voice remaining steady for once.

“I’m starting to think you’d forgotten about us,” you pout, Wanda’s eyes drawn to the way your lower lip juts out. “We’ve missed you this week.”

“Yeah, I-” Wanda begins but her voice trails off when Natasha’s hand reaches around your waist, fingers dipping into the top of the waistband of your pants, her head resting on your shoulder.

The casual display of intimacy has Wanda’s throat running dry, an intense wave of longing sweeping over her as her eyes fixate on Natasha’s hand.

“Sorry, what was that?” You prompt, your lips curving up at the edge.

“I, uh,” Wanda tries again, shaking her head to clear it from the cloud of lust. “I’ve just been busy.”

“That’s a shame,” Natasha chimes in, joining in on teasing Wanda. “It’s really more fun with you around.”

Wanda just nods, not entirely sure what to say. She could feel the heat rising up her neck, memories of the last time the three of you were in the same place invading her mind.

“Oh, strawberries,” you exclaim suddenly, eyeing the product in Wanda’s hand. “They look good, we should grab some.”

You tap Natasha’s hand for her to let go of you before reaching for the red fruit in front of you.

“You can have some of mine,” Wanda blurts out quickly, her mouth working faster than her mind.

You look at her confused and Wanda wants to smack herself in the face.

“I meant,” she continues, taking a breath to calm her nerves. “I was going to use them to make some pancakes for breakfast today. Maybe you two could join me?”

Wanda looks down at her feet, praying for a hole to open her up and swallow her whole. Why did she have to be so socially inept? She misses the look you share with Natasha, the excited gleam in your eyes.

“We’d love to,” you reply, making Wanda’s stomach clench in anticipation. “Don’t forget to buy some cream though, it’s Nat’s favourite.”

You shoot Wanda a wink before grabbing Natasha’s hand, leaving the brunette standing there stunned.

The knock on the door makes Wanda jump, the flour in her hand scattering over the counter. She mutters a few curse words under her breath, quickly cleaning it up before making her way to the front door.

She opens it to find you and Natasha on the other side and she is reminded of the last time you stood on her doorstep. The way you’re smiling at her makes Wanda think that you were remembering the same thing.

“Hi,” Wanda greets the two of you breathlessly, dusting the flour from her hands onto her jeans. “Come in.”

She moves to the side to let you and Natasha pass, smiling at your linked hands. You start walking toward the kitchen area while Wanda closes the front door, resting her head against it for just a moment to help calm her nerves.

By the time Wanda makes it to the kitchen, Natasha has already perched herself on one of the stools at the stone counter. You were leaning against the sink, eyes watching Wanda’s every move as she enters the room.

“Sorry, they’re not quite ready yet,” Wanda chews her lip nervously. “It shouldn’t take much longer. You can wait in the living room if you want.”

“Don’t be silly, Detka,” Natasha replies, leaning forward on her elbows and giving Wanda a clear view down her shirt. “We can help, what do you want us to do?”

“Um,” Wanda swallows thickly, distracted by the swell of Natasha's breasts. “You could cut the strawberries?”

Natasha smiles, leaning back in her seat. “Of course,” she responds, pulling the chopping board towards her.

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, sauntering over from the other side of the room.

Wanda tries to ignore the way your proximity has her nerves on edge, the smell of your perfume invading her senses and clouding her mind.

“Could you check the cream?” she asks, pointing to the bowl on the counter. “I don’t know if I made it sweet enough.”

You nod as Wanda adds some milk to her bowl, stirring the batter and trying not to stare as you dip your finger into the bowl of cream, bringing it slowly to your mouth.

Wanda’s knees feel weak as she watches your finger disappear into your mouth, your lips closing over the digit in a sinful way.

You hum in satisfaction, walking over to stand behind Wanda. She can feel the heat of your body behind her, her stomach doing somersaults.

“It tastes delicious, sweetheart,” you murmur in her ear, moving her loose hair over one shoulder.

The action causes Wanda to shudder and she hears you chuckle lowly behind her, the taunting sound making her thighs clench together.

“But I know something that tastes even better.”

Your voice holds promises Wanda hoped you would keep, your lips pressing gently against her neck. Her head lolls to the side, the wooden spoon clattering against the side of the bowl as she loses her grip on it.

Your lips trail lightly over the length of her neck, Wanda grabbing the edge of the counter for support as her knees start to shake.

She feels you smile against her throat, your tongue licking a stripe up her neck. She shivers as you blow cold air across it, goosebumps rising on the flesh.

“Some of us are trying to work, you know,” Natasha cuts in and Wanda's eyes snap open, watching the redhead pout across the room.

“Right, sorry,” Wanda apologises quickly, grabbing the spoon again to continue mixing the batter.

You just laugh, wrapping your arms around Wanda’s waist and hooking your head over her shoulder.

“Stop whining, it doesn’t look good on you,” you tell your girlfriend, earning a scowl from Natasha.

Wanda tries to ignore the way she can feel your breasts pressed against her back, your hips slotted in behind hers as you stand there. She adds some sugar to the batter, hands shaking as she tries to stir it in.

Her situation isn’t helped when your hands begin to wander to the front of her shirt, fingers slowly undoing the bottom button. You continue up her shirt, undoing each button you come across as your mouth returns to assaulting Wandas’ neck.

She can feel your teeth nibbling, your lips sucking on the spots that you knew made Wanda’s knees weak. Wanda once again lets go of the mixing spoon, eyes locking with Natasha’s across the counter.

Natasha is staring at Wanda, watching as her skin is exposed by your hands. She raises a strawberry to her lips, biting into its plump flesh. Wanda watches as a bead of juice escapes her mouth, moving over her lips and down her chin. She gulps as Natasha’s tongue peeks out to lick it up, her eyes full of lust.

When Wanda’s shirt is finally undone, you tug it down her shoulders. Your fingers make quick work of the clasp of her bra, letting it drop to the floor with her shirt. Wanda can feel her nipples pebble in the cold air, her stomach clenching as your hands roam over her torso, not touching her where she wanted it most.

Natasha leans back on her stool, hungry eyes still fixed on Wanda’s bare chest. Wanda can see that her breathing has quickened, her pupils dilated with arousal. She felt wanted and it only increased her own arousal.

Your hands finally cup her breasts, the warmth enveloping her as you massage them. She can feel the drag of your palms over her nipples and she can feel her panties growing slick between her legs.

Wanda moans softly as you pinch her nipples between your fingers, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensation.

“Gosh, you sound so fucking sweet,” you growl into her ear, teeth tugging on the lobe. “I bet you’re just desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Wanda just nods, gasping as one of your hands slaps the side of her breast quickly. She pushes her hips back toward you, legs rubbing together for friction.

“Such a needy thing,” Natasha laughs and Wanda’s eyes open again, finding Natasha’s hand underneath her shirt, unmistakably massaging her own breast. “I think she wants you to fuck her.”

Wanda can feel her cheeks flame at the thought, her whimper completely involuntary.

You chuckle behind her, palming her breast roughly as your other hand trails down to the waistband of her jeans.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” You ask, fingers deftly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper of her pants. “You better ask real nice for it then, you know the deal.”

Wanda was so worked up at this point, so desperate to be touched that her normal timidness was long gone.

“Please,” she gasps as your hand dips inside her panties, finger pressing against her clit. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up and I want you to fuck me till I can’t stand.”

“Such a good girl,” you coo as Natasha smirks at the display in front of her. “Since you asked so nicely I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

You push Wanda’s pants down her legs, her panties following soon after. She kicks them off and you push her legs apart forcefully, her ass jutting out instinctively toward you.

“So sweet,” you admire, hands running over her ass in appreciation.

You give one side a sharp slap, earning a squeak from Wanda. You do it to the other side, watching the skin pink up under your hands.

Wanda can feel your fingers at her entrance, sliding along her folds and gathering her arousal before pushing into her. She moans at the feeling as you thrust them a few times, trying to get her ready.

“So wet for me,” you mumble, your free hand undoing your own pants. “I forgot how much of an eager whore you were when I touch you.”

Wanda just moans at the words, pushing back against your fingers. She whines when you remove them, hips stuttering in the air as she closes her eyes.

She feels your hand at her waist, gripping tightly and she stills, waiting for what would come next.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart,” you tell her as you line your strap up with her entrance. “This one is new and it’s a little bigger than last time.”

Wanda knows she should be worried but she trusts you entirely, taking a deep breath as instructed. She can feel you begin to push into her, moving at a torturously slow pace. Wanda can feel the burn of the stretch, the pleasure mixing with the pain as you inch your way inside.

“That's it,” you encourage her, hand smoothing over her back as you guide yourself in. “Just keep breathing, you’re such a good girl for me.”

Your words cause Wanda to moan out loud, her ass pressing back into you a little more as the toy slips entirely inside. Wanda’s eyes are still clenched shut as you give her time to adjust, hand still comfortingly running over her back.

Wanda hears some rustling in front of her and opens her eyes, watching as Natasha pushes her shorts down her legs. She sits back on the stool, leaning back and resting her legs on the edge of the counter and giving Wanda the perfect view of her glistening pussy.

As Natasha begins to circle her clit with her finger, her other hand on her breast, Wanda feels you pull out slowly. She can feel the drag of the toy inside her, the size meaning she could feel every single bump and ridge.

As you begin to push back in, just as torturously slow, Natasha begins to push her finger into her own entrance. Natasha’s eyes are locked on Wanda’s, the two sets of green orbs connected.

You pull out a little quicker this time, pushing back into Wanda and causing her to cry out in pleasure. Natasha’s own moans are echoing off the kitchen walls, a second finger joining the first.

Wanda’s hands reach out, trying to find purchase on anything as you begin fucking into her, trying to find any kind of leverage to push back against you. Natasha’s free hand has now joined the first, her fingers sliding over her clit messily.

Wanda can see how wet she is, Natasha’s fingers coated in her arousal and Wanda found herself wishing she could lick it up. Your hands are gripping her hips tightly as you thrust into her and Wanda hopes that you’ll leave bruises again.

She always loved seeing the marks on her body, a reminder of feeling completely owned by you.

“Does this get you all worked up, baby?” You ask Natasha, your voice low and gravelly as you continue to fuck Wanda. “You like seeing me fuck some other slut.”

Natasha nods, adding a third finger, her hips lifting to draw them deeper.

“You look so good fucking her,” Natasha moans out, her pace quickening. “I love hearing how wet she gets for you, hearing your cock slide in and out of her desperate cunt. I bet she’s dripping all over her thighs.”

Wanda hates how much the conversation turns her on, how much she wanted to hate how the two of you were talking about her like she wasn’t in the room. But it just spurs her on, her moans growing as you pound into her.

“Do you like that sweetheart?” You ask her, hand striking her ass again as you bend your knees slightly, the new angle pushing her into the counter more. “Do you like hearing about what a greedy pussy you have?”

Wanda just nods, incapable of words as she feels the coil inside of her tightening. Her eyes are still glued to Natasha’s hand, the wet sound of her fingers filling the room.

“You going to cum, baby?” You turn your attention to Natasha again, watching her hips rock in time with her hand, knowing from the volume of her moans that she was close.

“Yes,” Natasha moans out, hand working at a brutal pace. “Please, can I come?”

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, enjoying watching Natasha try and hold herself back, eyes pleading with you.

“Of course,” you finally say. “Make a mess of your fingers for me.”

Natasha lets out a loud moan and Wanda watches the muscles in her thighs tense, Natasha’s hand becoming soaked in her juices. She slumps back into her chair, eyes heavy-lidded as she comes down from her orgasm.

You’re still pushing into Wanda, her cries growing louder and you help her climb closer to the edge. You reach around her waist, fingers quickly finding her clit and nimbly dancing over it.

“Oh, fuck,’ Wanda whispers, head falling forward as she finds herself approaching her orgasm.

You know she’s close, your hand around her waist supporting a lot of her body weight as her legs start to give out. You angle your hips again, the change in position making Wanda cry out loudly, the muscles in her stomach contracting under your arm.

“I’m gonna-” she pants, hands scrambling to find anything to grab onto.

“Cum for me sweetheart,” you whisper in her ear, never letting up on your assault of her clit. “I want you to cum all over my cock.”

Wanda gasps, her entire body tensing before she lets out a loud moan. You don’t stop pumping into her, your fingers still working over her clit as she shakes underneath you. You can feel her tensing up again, another orgasm washing over her quickly.

She slumps forward as you slow your thrusts, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. You press gentle kisses over her back, giving her a second to calm down.

You pull out of Wanda, your strap coated in her arousal. She shudders at the loss, a low whine escaping her throat. She feels you tug on the back of her hair, pulling her to rest against your chest before pushing on her shoulder.

She gets the hint, dropping to her knees in front of you. You smile down at her, hand gently brushing the hair off her sweat-soaked forehead.

“So obedient,” you praise her and Wanda feels a thrill run through her at the words. “Now be a good girl and clean your mess up.”

You nudge the tip of your strap against her lips and Wanda’s eyes go wide.

She leans forward tentatively, her tongue darting out timidly to lick the tip of the silicone. You watch her for a few moments as she laps at the toy, eyes watching you for guidance.

“Come here,” you beckon Natasha over and Wanda hears the scaping of the stool on the ground.

Wanda listens to the soft pad of Natasha’s feet on the tile, her legs appearing in her peripheral vision. She watches as you cup Natasha’s cheek in your hand, pulling her in for a chaste kiss.

“Teach her how, baby,” you murmur, and Natasha sinks to her knees beside Wanda.

She wastes no time, gripping the base of the strap and sliding her mouth over the tip. She hollows out her cheeks as she takes the length of it into her mouth and Wanda couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by the sight of her boss licking her cum off your strap.

After a few seconds, she pulls off with a popping sound, a string of saliva trailing from her lip to the tip of the fake cock. Wanda acts instinctively, swiping it with her thumb before pressing it to her mouth, savouring the taste of Natasha.

You offer your hands to the two women, Wanda gratefully taking one as she stands. Her legs still feel shaky, her two orgasms had really taken it out of her. When they’re both standing, Wanda looks at you apprehensively, feeling as though she had failed.

“Don’t look so worried,” you reassure her, holding her chin between your thumb and index finger. “You did so well.”

Wanda smiles in return, the relief flowing through her. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint you, wanting to do everything in her power to make you happy.

You smile back at her before leaning in, capturing her lips in your own. The kiss is firm and passionate, your tongue probing Wanda’s mouth as you walk her backward until she brushes against the counter.

“No fair,” Wanda hears Natasha complain and you smile into the kiss, pulling away to roll your eyes at your girlfriend.

“Would you like a turn?” You ask Natasha and she nods, stalking toward Wanda with a wicked glint in her eye.

When Natasha kisses her, Wanda lets out a small squeak at the force behind it. Natasha grips the back of Wanda’s thighs, lifting her quite easily despite being smaller than the brunette. Wanda wraps her legs around Natasha as she is placed on the edge of the counter, the cool stone making her shiver as her overheated flesh makes contact with it.

Wanda can feel your hand in her hair and she breaks the kiss with Natasha to fuse her lips to yours again, feeling dizzy from all the attention.

When you pull away again, you’re both panting into each other's mouths and Wanda can feel the stirrings of arousal settling in her belly again.

“Want some cream, sweetheart?” You ask her, swiping some onto your finger.

Wanda nods eagerly and you smear it over her lips, her tongue darting out to lick it up. She hums at the sweet taste, aware of the eyes watching her every move.

“Want some more?” You ask her and she nods again.

You place it on her lips again but this time before she can lick it off, your tongue is there to do the job. You tug on her bottom lip with your teeth, pulling a whine from Wanda's throat. Once you’re satisfied that her lips are clean, you pull away, Wanda’s lips chasing yours.

“Like I said earlier, fucking delicious.”

Wanda beams at you, preening under the praise you were giving her.

“Would you like to try some too?” You ask, turning your attention to Natasha.

The redhead nods and you place your finger in the bowl once more, collecting the cream on the digit. This time, you don’t place the fluffy mixture on Wanda’s lips but rather, you dollop it onto her breast, her nipple reacting to the cold mixture immediately.

Natasha wastes no time, leaning forward to greedily lap it up with her tongue. Wanda arches her back, pressing her chest closer to Natasha as she showers her breast with attention.

“Want some syrup too?”

You don’t wait for a reply to your question, Wanda can feel the sticky liquid hit her shoulder before it runs down over her collarbone and through the valley between her breasts. Natasha cleans it up, her tongue following the path in reverse, making sure to nibble on Wanda’s collarbones along the way.

You drip the syrup on Wanda again, this time lower down her torso. Natasha follows the trail, her tongue dragging across Wanda’s skin as she leans back on her elbows to watch.

You drip the syrup onto the top of Wanda’s sex, the sticky liquid pooling at the apex of her thighs. Natasha doesn’t waver, making quick work of the clean-up. Your hand is running through Natasha’s hair, encouraging her exploration of Wanda’s body.

When the syrup is clean, Wanda expects Natasha to stand back up but instead, you push her head lower. Wanda sighs as Natasha’s tongue brushes her clit, her green eyes locking with Wanda’s as she lapped at her.

You move to stand behind Natasha and Wanda can see you gripping the base of your strap tightly.

“The louder you make her moan,” you inform Natasha, running the length of the strap along Natasha’s folds to get it nice and wet, “the harder I’ll fuck this pretty pussy of yours.”

Natasha doesn’t respond verbally but the way she pushes two fingers into Wanda’s entrance lets everyone know she heard you.

Wanda moans at the feeling, her body falling back as her arms give out. She grips Natasha’s head in her hands, trying to pull the redhead closer to her. Natasha moans against Wanda, indicating that you had entered her as promised.

Natasha removes her fingers after a few thrusts, instead moving her mouth down to Wanda’s entrance. She can feel Natasha's tongue slip inside her, the rough muscle tracing her most intimate flesh and causing her to moan louder.

Wanda can feel the power of your thrusts, Natasha’s nose bumping against her clit with each press forward of your hips. The redhead is moaning almost as loud as Wanda, even with her voice muffled.

Her nails are digging into Wanda’s thighs and Wanda can tell Natasha is getting close by the almost painful grip she has. Without warning, Wanda topples over the edge, her legs trying to close around Natasha’s head as she continues to lick Wanda through her orgasm.

It’s only a few seconds later that Wanda feels Natasha cry out against her, her tongue letting up for a few moments as she cries out in pleasure at her own release. Her head rests against Wanda’s thigh as she catches her breath, both women thoroughly dishevelled.

Wanda can hear the sound of you unbuckling the harness of the strap despite the blood rushing in her ears. She hears the sound of skin being slapped before Natasha jolts against her, a squeak of surprise escaping her.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” you say, the commanding tone of your voice making Wanda clench around nothing.

Natasha leans forward again, attaching her mouth to Wanda’s clit once more. Her fingers join in as well, three of them entering her and setting a quick pace. Wanda tries to shake her head in protest, already feeling overstimulated from the three orgasms she’d had this morning.

“Aw, sweetie,” you coo in a patronising tone, fingers tracing Wanda’s cheek gently. “She stops when I tell her to.”

Wanda watches as you climb onto the counter, legs resting either side of her head. You hover above her, your glistening folds inches from Wanda’s face. You begin to lower yourself down, Wanda’s tongue dutifully sticking out to lap at you.

“And I won’t tell her to stop until that pretty mouth of yours has made me cum at least twice.”

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Peacock Au Part 2

Okay so!!! Part two of this post about the DPxDC eldritch Danny fic that I'm now calling the peacock au lmao!!!!

(Chapter two of the fic under the cut) (Edit: You can now find part 3 Here!!!)

When the feeling of being just slightly dispersed settles onto the outer layer of his skin while he’s lying in bed, Danny knows what’s about to happen.

The thing is, he’s in his pyjamas. Sure, he could just stay in his human form for the summoning- because he’s done it before and it went fine- but he never knows who it’s going to be, and being spirited away to some college students’ dorm in his pyjamas is embarrassing. And sure, having something appear in the circle in the first place is probably enough that they’re not paying attention to what he’s wearing either way, but he refuses to bank on that. So, with a sigh, he allows himself the transformation, his human appearance falling easily away.

It always feels more natural to be a ghost during rituals, probably because they’re summoning a ghost and not a human, but still, it’s different. He feels that little bit looser, maybe even a little more himself, though he guesses being a bit more glow-y is just nice generally, and the space decals that tend pop up as part of his whole light-show-summons are a homely touch. On the other hand, it does make it harder to take stock of his surroundings when he finally fades into view wherever he is. He can make out vague grey walls and floors, but that’s about it.

Well, that and the man in front of him. Blond, taller than him if he wasn’t in the air, somewhere past his forties, wearing a beige trenchcoat and looking oddly terrified. Danny can see his hands shaking just a little. Does he know this guy from somewhere?

“Uh, dude?” Danny calls, going for something light. It’s annoying being dragged from the comfort of his own home, definitely, but this guy doesn’t look like some cult member, and if he’s alone and this scared it might mean he really needs the help. Danny can sympathise with doing stupid things in stupid situations. “You good? You’re not looking too hot there.”

He knows he’s using ghost speak, but it feels weird to use English in a summoning like this, and fortunately, Danny spies a translation sigil wrapped around the inner centre of the circle, so he knows it should be translating right back to the guy in front of him. Very handy for language barriers, he’ll admit- and it’s working, too, if the reply is any indication.

“I was told you could- you could help with the pits?”

His voice is gravelly, and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s nervous, doesn’t speak much, a smoker, or all three. Either way, probably not Danny’s business, and right now he’s just curious about what the man’s talking about. “Pits? That’s kinda vague, man. What pits?”

“The Lazarus pits to, uh, to be specific. There’s a huge one cropping up under Gotham that’s not supposed to be there, and the local- I mean, the locals are getting antsy about it. I… heard you could take care of ‘em.”

Lazarus Pits. He’s heard of those, Clockwork’s mentioned them a couple of times. They’re natural portals that open when enough energy is built up, and end up stabilising into the ground instead of collapsing to help seep ambient ectoplasm into the air. They don’t work as actual portals after that, but it’s vital to keep at least a few around no matter how corrupted they can get through human interference, because it keeps the balance of both realms steady. Having too many around isn’t a good thing, though, and especially not in populated areas. It can cause ecto-contamination, which is a lot more dangerous when you haven’t been around it since birth (or if you aren’t from Amity).

Speaking of which, it certainly is stinking up the place, now that he’s aware of it. Or maybe that’s just Gotham, he’s heard a lot about-

Hang on. Gotham. Weird potentially magic dude. He knew he recognised him! That’s John Constantine! Danny’s heard of John Constantine! Sam’s got her fingers in enough credible occult spaces that they’re at least vaguely aware of some of his endeavours, but if he’s in Gotham then that probably means he’s doing something for the Batman and, wow, Danny totally would’ve tried to go more professional for this if he knew this was going to be his first encounter with the Justice League,of all things.

Well, he guesses it’s too late now. At least the guy’s not being too weird about it or anything. “Man, yeah, I’ve totally got the smell stuck up my nose now that you mention it. Do you get that as well? Since, y’know, you’ve probably dealt with a couple ghosts.”

“Uh… no, I don’t think so. But can you fix it?”

Dang, the guy seems stressed about this. Maybe he just doesn’t like being in Gotham territory? He’s pretty sure he’s heard of Batman having a thing about magic. “Sure I can.”

“…Will you fix it?”

Danny figures that if they already know about his status through his Zone maintenance duties, and he’s going to be helping the Justice League, he might as well show off a little bit. Assenting with a hum and trying not to grin, he puts his hands to the floor, and lets his ectoplasm reach out to the source of the smell, sending a flash of light across the ground as it goes through. When it twinges back a response, he closes his eyes, and his energy curls around it, threading through like needles to seams, and pushes it shut with a gentle nudge. Luckily, it hadn’t been around for too long- barely fully formed and not even corrupted by human contact yet- it would’ve be a lot more difficult if it had.

He lets his hands rise up again after a long moment, looking to Constantine for a reaction. He can’t quite gauge what the man is thinking. “Alrighty, that should’ve done it.”

“Uh… cheers?”

He’s about to say something along the lines of ‘no problem’ or ‘you’re welcome’, but then he remembers he should probably warn him about the aftermath so he doesn’t freak. “The pit shouldn’t come back again, but just as like, a PSA: you might see more shades than usual hovering around for the next while. It shouldn’t be too big a deal so long as you leave ‘em alone, though, so don’t worry about it.”

For all that Danny’s trying to be considerate here, Constantine doesn’t look very considerated. “Can I- uh, yeah, great advice. ‘Appreciate it. But, can I ask just, y’know, what you are? Or not.”

“…Dude, what d’you think I am?”He replies, thoroughly bemused. Isn’t this guy supposed to be one of the League’s paranormal experts or something? He really should be able to recognise a ghost by now. “I keep your Lazarus Pits in check. You know, the pits of the dead?”

Okay, maybe a little rude on his side, but he thinks Constantine’s expression is a bit of an overreaction; he can see the sheen of sweat across the man’s forehead reflecting the light of the sigils. “Fair enough! Forget I asked- cheers for sorting out that pit, though. Uh, don’t suppose you’ll just let me go on my way or anything now.”

“Well, I mean, this was a favour for Batman, right?” He asks blithely, pointedly not paying attention to the way the man’s face keeps contorting. He swears Sam said he was more stoic than this. “I’m gonna go- ‘cause I’ve got things to do- but I guess if something comes up I’ll come to you? Or Batman, since this is his city and all. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.”

Figuring there’s nothing left to be said, Danny lets the return sigil on the edge of the circle activate and punt him back home, wheezing a half-sigh and arching his back once the wispy image of wherever they’d been recedes. He probably looks exhausted after all that- no matter how recently formed the pit was, it still takes a little strain, and he’d just been about to sleep before he got summoned- but looking in the mirror on his wall for confirmation, he doesn’t find his usual face. Something twinges against where his spine should be, confirming its own previously unnoticed presence in the mortal plane.

…He didn’t go ghost when Constantine summoned him, he used his true form. That must be why he looked so nervous that whole time! And, man, ghostspeak never translates over quite right in this form, either- the Ancients use a different dialect to original ghostspeak- the man probably wasn’t hearing what Danny thought he was at all. What if the only reason he wasn’t attacking was because he was terrified? What must Constantine have thought of him?

Crap. He has to fix this. How is he going to find him?

#Peppered in some of my own worldbuilding about ectoplasm/the pits in DC there but Still-#I just thought it'd be Really Funny if Danny had absolutely no clue what he was saying was coming across so terrifying #Like- sure he Can say that kind of ominous stuff on his own- but I think it'd be really great #If no one knew when it was a translation error or if he meant it #If there's any mistakes in the please be kind I forget how to read when I'm editing-#Chapter 3's already done so I should be posting that either tomorrow or the day after!!#It'll pretty much be the conclusion to this whole thing but I've been talking to Bones and she's got So Many cool ideas #That I really want to make a part 4 for because they're really fun!!!#Either way this has been really nice to do!!!#dp au #danny phantom au #dp fic #danny phantom fanfiction #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #Bongo's Aus!!!#Bongo's Writing!!!#peacock au

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