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Hi, congratulations on reaching over 100 followers! For your event, can you do a fluff imagine between y/n and Peter Parker when they are older? They have just welcomed a baby girl and on the day they take her home, y/n surprises Peter by putting the baby in a spiderman onesie, which Peter gushes over and maybe even cries a little. And after getting home, Peter gives the baby a tour of their place and they end the day all cuddling together.

baby jam | peter parker

thank you for requesting!!! ❤️❤️❤️ i'm sorry this took so long to get to you!!!!!

summary: in which you and peter welcome home a little girl. your little girl.

warning: none just tooth-rotting fluff and sleep-deprivedness

pairing: older!reader x older!peter

word count: 1.5k+ words

you couldn't take your eyes off her. because, god, she was the most beautiful thing ever.

and she was so beautiful because you made her.

you and peter.

may bennie parker, your (as of 12 hours) newborn baby. the last time you'd touched her was to slip on a spider-man onesie to suprise peter. and she looked adorable. like, so freaking adorable.

she laid there in the crib, and you rocked it back and forth gently. you would've had her in your arms, but one; you were beyond exhausted and didn't know if you had the energy to hold her, and two; you were afraid.

and there were so many reasons to be afraid!

what if you dropped her? you couldn't drop her! then she'd be jam on the floor. your eyes widened at the mental image, your soft newborn baby, with her squishy skin, reduced to a pile of—

"hey, angel," peter's voice brought you out of... whatever that was. his hand were slightly wet, since he just got out of the bathroom. peter wrapped his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder. you rested your head gently on his, embracing his touch.

"wait. nah. wait, wait... is that?" he trailed off.

"a spider-man onesie? yep. it was half-off! isn't it so cute?"

and there he went, bawling again. "do you not like it?" you asked, starting to panic.

"no, no! it's perfect. she's perfect. you're perfect. i love you, i love you so much."

"aw. i know," you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"isn't she so pretty?" he murmured.

"well, duh. she's my child."

"our child," he corrected.

"mmmm... wasn't i the one who had to push her out?" you teased.

"mmmm... wasn't i the one who put her in there?"

"peter!" you gasped, "not in front of our child!"

"hah! you said 'our'!"

humming, "yeah. she's ours." you heard a wet sniffle, and pulled away, looking at peter.

"are you crying? again?" you asked, recalling how he sobbed when he first saw her at the hospital.

"honestly, i don't think i stopped," peter answered truthfully.

kissing away his tears, you grinned, "that's so cute."

"hm, well, y'know, i'm pretty cute." you rolled your eyes and peter perked up.

"we have to give her a house tour!"

"uh. if you wake her up, she's gonna start crying again. also, i haven't gotten sleep in more than 2 days, so i might start crying."

"that's all the more fun, then."

"what? me crying?"

"no! everyone's better when they're delusional and sleep-deprived."

you considered this, "true."

he scooped her up from the crib, so quickly (and in your opinion recklessly) that you held out your hands just in case.

"relaxxxx, baby momma," you wrinkled your nose at the name, "i won't drop her."

"okay, first, we aren't ever gonna call me 'baby momma', and second, we don't rely solely on the 'peter-tingle' when it comes to may. i don't want jam for a baby."

peter raised an eyebrow at your wording, but corrected you, "'spidey-sense' sounds cooler!"

"'peter tingle'," you whispered sharply.

"okay, buddy."

you narrowed your eyes at him, and opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you. "okay, baby may," he said, pretended to zoom her around, "house tour time!"

seriously, it wasn't that you didn't trust him, but you really didn't want to have to clean up baby jam.

"pete..." you whined, making grabby hands at him, "sleep?"

"but—"

"who's the one who just spent 6 hours pushing—"

"really quick, please? while she's in the onesie?" peter pouted at you, thrusting your baby at you like she was a damn doll.

"be careful," you muttered, "i only like strawberry jam. and sometimes grape," you added after a second.

"strawberry does hit different," he nodded.

you looked back at him, "i told you we needed sleep."

he waved you off, staring at may's squishy, half-lidded eyes, "this," peter declared, "is your baby bedroom. that's your crib," which you've already seen, duh. uh, that's a wall. there are four in this room. by the way, this is an apartment, a really tiny one, we're in because we cannot afford a normal, good one."

peter looked around. "okay, that's it here."

"ooh!" you jumped up, clapping your hand, "show her the diaper drawer next!"

he gave you a look, "why?"

"so she knows where she's taking her dumps?" you said, as if it were obvious.

"actually, why not?"

he pretended to fly here over (two feet) to the the dresser. you pulled it open, jazz handing. "ta-da! diapers."

he nodded in approval, "now our baby knows where she's taking sh-" you gasped, clamping a hand over his mouth.

"taking poopies. and peepees."

"isn't it funny how every poo-poo time is pee-pee time, but not every pee-pee time is poo-poo time?"

"hmm. yeah. oh! we should hit the living room!"

"common room," peter corrected.

"living room."

"no, common room sounds better."

"nuh-uh! living-"

"come on spider-baby, to the common room."

you huffed in defeat, but followed ensuite. "y'know, our apartment is tiny."

"we're broke."

"facts."

"do you think she can tell we're broke?" peter whispered, holding the baby away from him, in hopes may wouldn't hear.

"uh, she literally just got un-womb-ified. i don't think she can 'tell' anything."

"oh. yeah."

"yeah."

he was quiet for a second before pulling may back to him, "this is our very not tiny common room. because we're rich."

"well, don't lie to her!"

"i'm not. i'm sure we are rich. in some universe that's not this one," he added.

"okay," you contemplated it, "okay."

"there's not much here, baby may."

"that's the table. table," you enunciated. "and those are chairs. and that's a couch. and that's a vase. and that's a cond- peter, for the love of god, is that a dirty condom?"

"uh. no."

"is this how you want to raise your daughter?" you scolded, "well, is it?"

"no," he said, bowing his head in shame.

"i mean, what if she gets- like, i don't know, infected? she's got a weak immune system!"

"can you get infected from c-"

"peter benjamin parker."

"sorry."

"mhm. who are you sorry to?"

he faced may, "i'm sorry, dearest may."

"that's more like it," you said, mid-yawn.

"where next?"

"kitchen?"

"sure." he pretended to fly her around, making airplane noises. it was wholesome, but you were terrified he'd drop her the entire time and turn your baby into jam.

you followed after him, leaning against the wall as you watched him try and explain to a half-asleep baby what the difference was between a fork and spoon.

"now, this leads us to the evolution of the spork."

you watched him interact for a moment longer, trying not to fall asleep standing.

"do we need to show her the bathroom, too? 'cause she isn't even old enough to use the toilet," you paused, "or, like, anything in there."

"but it's part of the house tourrrr," peter whined. you sighed, giving in. but, jeez, it was such a long walk. such a long six steps there.

huh, you thought, the apartment was small. you stumbled forward, due to the lack of sleep, to your shared bathroom. peter was already there, educated may on the importance of a sink.

"and that right there, my love, is a toilet."

you teared up slightly, not because of the talk of toilets, but because of peter and may. this was it, this was the family you'd always wanted.

the family you'd always wanted with peter.

because from the moment you saw him, walking down the hall with ned in freshman year, you knew he was the one. (okay, that was a stretch but... still.)

"you take sh- poopies in it. but not right now. right now, you do them in your diaper."

you blinked, something putrid smell that entered your nose. it took you a moment but, "oh, may, sweetie, he didn't literally mean now."

the to peter, "i think you should change her."

"okay!" he sounded very excited to be changing a poopy diaper, but you figured it was the new-fathering. you shook your head, going after him as walked another six steps to the bedroom.

man, screw new york and rent.

you sat down onto the bed, groaning slightly. because, god, soreness. you watched at peter changed her diaper, cooing incoherent babbles to may.

he picked her back up, and you kept your eyes trained on them, "don't drop her, petey."

"ugh, i won't."

"you'll be saying that until we have baby jam stained on our floor," you muttered.

"that was... hmm. now i'm imagining things i don't wanna be. thanks." he placed may gently beside you, crawling under the covers.

"i love you," peter murmured, kissing you softly.

"i love you more."

he smirked, "i love you most."

you frowned, but let it slide. "don't roll onto our baby and turn her into jam."

"for the love of-"

didn't matter, you were already asleep. peter chuckled, leaning over to kiss your forehead, and then may's. he brushed a finger over may's cheek, wiping away a tear of his.

"i love you," and after a moment, "and i'd love you if you were baby jam, too."

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[ladyylesbian]

play by the rules

Business Behavior (part two)

pairing: bottom!assistant!wanda maximoff x top!ceo!gn!reader

summary: wanda gets reminded how a good assistant should act

warnings: 18+ MDI, dark (ever so slightly), power play, choking, daddy kink, hair pulling, degradation, praise, power kink, name calling, denial, public play

word count: 4565

a/n: an anniversary gift from us to you

you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! all mistakes are mine and mine alone. likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3

“Mx. Y/L/N, your table is this way” a petite blonde woman speaks as she steps towards you before walking in the direction of the table. Following her through the maze of tables til you arrive at a lightly lit corner table.

A small chuckle leaves your lips as your eyes see the billionaire sitting, “Always a corner table, huh?”

His eyes meet your own immediately while he scoffs playfully at your words, “And as always you take your sweet time showing up. Can we start now or is there something else you need to do first?”

This time you let out a proper laugh as you unbutton your jacket to sit down in the wide chairs. Checking your watch then speaking, “My assistant should be here any minute” taking in a deep breath before continuing, smirking at Tony, “And she is worth waiting for.”

Stark opens his mouth to reply he is cut off by the same petite blonde host returning to the table only this time she guided Wanda. The red head mumbles a quick “thanks” to the woman before she turns away.

“Apologies for my tardiness. I didn’t mean to come late-” an uncontrollable smirk spreads across your face at the word, looking her up and down, stunning the Sokovian into further explaining, “because I hit unexpected traffic”

Your previously clear and focused mind is now clouded at the view of your assistant in the short black skin tight dress. Unable to stop the flashbacks of your morning with Wanda, every passing minute you grow more excited to see how the red head will behave tonight.

Wanda notices the change in your mood and her own confidence rises.She rests her hand on your shoulder before letting it softly drag down your arm before turning away from you and bending slightly over the table to greet Tony and Pepper.

Your eyes land on the red head’s ass. Focusing on how she shifts her weight onto one foot as she begins to shake hands with Pepper. You hear Tony mumble a quick, “She definitely was” in your direction before he speaks louder, “Pleasure to meet you.”

Wanda turns around to face you with a confused look on her face, her confidence hit, as she sits down. You glance at Tony then back at her before leaning to softly whisper in her ear, “He doesn’t do handshakes.”

The Sokovian gives a small nod to show she understands before fixing her dress and regaining her previous confidence back.

Placing your hand on her thigh, giving a small comforting squeeze, “Let's get started then, shall we?” You both send a soft smile to the other then you remove your hand.

---

As the conversation continues to drag on your own brain wonders to the red head next to you. She has been softly talking with Tony all evening as you and Pepper figure out the details to your new possible contract with Stark Industries.

Glancing over at Wanda you see her focused and laughing along to whatever story Tony is telling, so you return your attention to Pepper before slowly reaching your arm under the table and landing on Wanda’s knee, gently scratching.

Wanda’s laughing falters at this but continues once she feels your hand tighten around her knee. Carefully and slowly dropping her own hand below the table to place it on your own, gripping down and digging her nails into the top of your hand.

At this response you pull your hand higher up the red head’s thigh before curving it down and gripping your fingertips into her inner thigh. A small, almost unnoticeable, whimper came out of her. Satisfaction of your actions and results fills you, so you decide to fully focus on your conversation with Pepper. You lean forward on your elbow as your other hand rests on your own knee.

“And also, I really liked the drones Tony showed me,” Pepper gasps a little when the realization settled in her mind, “I think they’d be a good addition to the security.”

The blonde business woman nods in agreement while saying a quick ‘yes’. As she begins taking out some documents and continuing the conversation.

Your mind’s entire attention was on Pepper; however, that was before you felt a soft touch on your upper thigh. Your leg tenses some at the new feeling.

Shifting your eyes down, you see a delicate hand gently wrapping around your thigh. You look back up and smile at whatever Pepper had said to you. You glance at the red head besides you, her lips were pursed and her eyes are locked on Tony.

You feel her hand slowly moving down your thigh, tracing light patterns with her fingertips, occasionally squeezing softly.

Different thoughts start flooding your mind as her touches continue. Anything Pepper is saying starts going to the back of your head. You don’t care to listen when you have better things to focus on.

You slightly tense your jaw when she digs her nails into your leg. From the corner of your eye, you can see a small hint of satisfaction on her face.

This is until she moved farther.

Her eyes widen for a second as her hand freezes in one place. You can’t help the subtle smirk that starts appearing on your lips. Her fingers are stiff and still when you move your hips slightly forward, pushing them more into her hand.

She gulps a little before composing herself and going back to the conversation with Tony. However, you decide to make it more interesting for both of you.

Moving your hand away from your own knee, placing it on her hand and gently pressing it down onto the bulge in your pants.

Her mouth falls slightly open as her eyelids drop a little, covering half her eyesight. You can only assume what she is thinking about. But it was clear to her. The same feeling she got earlier in the day, during the elevator ride, takes over her body again.

It all came back in a single second, you closely pressed against her, your warmth spreading all over her skin, your rough grip and soft whispers.

You see her hand twitch as a light blush covers her face and you smirk even more before replying to Pepper, “I would love to test them as dronguards. I’m sure they’ll be great.”

Purposely keeping the conversation going, you start slowly rubbing Wanda’s hand against the bulge.

When suddenly you feel the Sokovian start rubbing it on her own, you carefully let go of her hand and move yours to her inner thigh.

You leave soft brushes on her skin causing her legs to shiver. Both of you keeping your eyes set on the people you are talking with while your hands are exploring each other.

Running your hand down her thigh, you take your time slipping it under her dress and slightly scrunching the black clothing up. Not stopping, you could see the Sokovian’s nerves raise as her chest rises up and down faster than before.

You slowly dig your fingers into her skin, pressing harder before letting go. You lightly run your fingertips on her thigh before moving them higher.

You keep going until your hand reaches another piece of her clothing. You can feel the lace material against your fingertips before you move down and lightly rub her pussy through her thin piece of underwear.

Her hold on your cock tightens at this and her legs try to close.

But she knows better.

You know it too.

She keeps her legs open and decides to subtly sink her teeth into her bottom lip while she nods at something Tony said to her.

You move your finger up her clothed cunt before bringing in a second finger and pressing a bit harder while going down again.

A small gasp leaves her mouth before she quickly turns it into a light laugh. You continue to brush your fingers up the assistant’s pussy, making sure to occasionally brush her clit. Your enjoyment increases as she tightly grips the edge of the table.

As you move faster, her hand leaves your cock and she quickly takes a hold of your thigh, harshly digging her nails into it.

Pepper looks over at the red head, tilting her head before asking, “Dear, are you okay? You look flustered.”

Wanda lets out a small cough along with a nod to try and ground her enough to formulate a reply, but you push even harder against her swollen clit. This causes her to suck in a sharp breath before suddenly pushing your hand away and standing up, “Actually, excuse me, but I need to go to the restroom.”

All eyes focus on the assistant walking away, but yours are glued onto her ass as you watch her hips sway.

Tony clears his throat causing your head to snap back in his direction, “Well I think this is a good place to end tonight.”

The three of you begin to say your goodbyes and all pull out your wallets. You and Pepper laugh at Tony even thinking you two would let him pay. After some short back and forth Pepper agrees and thanks you for paying the bill.

Once they exited the restaurant you make your way towards the bathroom searching for your dessert.

Slowly pushing the door, you step inside and smile smugly when you see the redhead.

“I see you listened” Your voice spreading throughout the room, making the woman raise her head and look at you through the mirror.

You lean back against the door and drum your fingers on it. Her green eyes focusing on you as her movements slow down, “A short black dress,” you continue while reaching your hand for the handle and locking the door before taking a step towards the red head, “And tight as well.”

You move closer and stop right behind her. Your hand gently lands on her ass while using the other to brush her hair behind her ear, “Showing all the nice things.”

A shiver runs down her spine as your warm breath reaches her skin. You caress her ass while kissing her ear and nibbling on her earlobe.

Moving her hair over one of her shoulders, you go down to her neck and start sucking on it, “Now that’s a good girl.”

You bite her neck and pull a little before letting go. Your hand turns her around then wraps your hand around her neck. You inch your face closer to hers while moving your other hand up her leg and raising her dress.

“You were a dirty little slut back there,” her breathing hitches before a small whimper sounds through her throat at your words, “couldn’t help yourself. I bet you would’ve been happy if I would have bent you over that table and fucked you in front of everybody, huh?”

Her mouth falls open as she moans. Your hand moves up higher and finally arrives at the place where she has been wishing for the whole night.

“A pathetic whore” you seeth out before harshly pulling on her bottom lip.

Wanda’s knees weaken at your actions, even more when your hand presses tightly against her core. A gasp escapes her lips before a louder moan follows.

Your straight face moves into a smirk as you notice her knees shaking. Moving your hand away from her cunt and onto her shoulder as you push her onto her knees, “I want to see your mouth be as skilled as it was during dinner.”

As the assistant drops to the tile floor, grunting, you grab onto her chin, holding tightly, while roughly unbuckling your belt, “Hush. We can’t let anyone know that you’re being used.”

The moan coming from Wanda is muffled by her face pushed up against your pants. Running your fingers through her red hair before getting caught in tangles. Wanda rolls her eyes and an idea pops into your mind. Bringing your hand back up and purposely tangling your fingers in her hair before pulling downwards.

“Get to work, slut.”

The assistant moves quickly to unzip your pants and release the hard cock from your tight boxers. She hurriedly starts to suck on the tip.

Unsatisfied with your view, you push her head further down. Her green eyes immediately look up at you as she continues to suck.

“There’s a good girl. Keep going, I know you can’t wait to have it on your face.” You say with a mischievous tone creating a deep moan from the kneeling woman.

Dragging her teeth along your cock before biting right at the tip. Pulling your hand down and yanking her hair forcing her face into your view. You hold onto her chin before giving her a stern glare, “Don’t be a brat.”

A small smirk crosses the woman’s face before she slowly moves away from your hold then wrapping her lips tightly. Your hand finds the back of her head and pushes down, shoving the complete length into her mouth. Wanda’s eyes gloss over as she chokes around your dick.

Keeping her down as you begin to push your hips up. The red head quickly places her hands against your thighs as she squeezes and balances herself.

Bobbing her head up and down, occasionally tilting her head to wet new spots.

Suddenly, you hear the door shake and the woman below you shifts nervously. You hold onto her head and push her down again. Pushing so far that her nose brushes your button-up.

Seeing Wanda pressed up against you fills you with lust.

You hold onto her, tangling your fingers in her hair, slamming your hips forwards. Thrusting a few times just hear her choking around your cock. Until finally releasing into her mouth.

You pull your dick out of her mouth as she stays on her knees, her eyes focus on yours.

“Swallow.” She does as she is told, not breaking eye contact. You move your hand to her mouth and wipe the corner of her lips before pressing your finger against them.

She slowly puts your finger in her mouth and wraps her lips around it, then she moves down the length of it, taking everything and swallowing again. “Such a good little whore.” Lust fills her eyes even more. You can see how much she wants it.

Grabbing her chin, you pull her up. She gasps slightly when your hand slides down to her neck. “Since you were pretty brave at the table, let’s see how long you can keep it up.” You feel the woman gulping under your hand as you smirk. Her eyes widen and you can see her body shaking with anticipation.

You lift her on the sink, after you pull her dress up and get rid of her underwear. Immediately spreading her legs wide, she moans softly when you move your fingers through her folds. “Already so fucking wet.”

Taking them away from her pussy, you place them in your mouth before groaning, “I knew skipping the dessert would be a good idea.”

Her eyes are locked on your face, it seems like she is in a trance. Leaning down, you use your hands to spread her folds before using your tongue to take a slow and long lick up her cunt.

The red head whines at your teasing as you take your time circling her clit, “Please, I’ll be good.” You hear her saying, the tone just above a whisper.

You lick her bundle of nerves a few more times, “Yeah? You’ll be a good girl for Daddy?” You ask as you move away a bit.

“Yes, I swear. Please,” more pleas spill from her mouth as the tip of your tongue moves to her entrance and slowly lap at it, “Please.”

A flash of evil passes through your mind, you slide your hands down her thighs and stop right before the place she wants them at. Your fingers wander teasingly all around her cunt while you give her one last lick and start moving your head backwards.

A disapproving whine passes her lips and her hands look for your head, “No.”

As soon as you feel her touch, your head shoots up. A dangerous look in your eyes directing right at her as you slap her pussy.

“Stop being a whiny little bitch. You’ll get fucked when you deserve it, and it doesn’t look like it now.”

She looks at you pleadingly, “Daddy-” her sentence cuts off with a whimper when you deliver another slap.

“Even whores have manners and you didn’t show much of that at the table.” The look on her face is everything you need to let you know what is going through her head. She wants to pull you closer so badly, but she knows better than that.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I swear, just please.”

You let your fingers travel all over her skin, allowing them to just lightly brush it. Her hips twitch when your feather-like touch reaches her clit.

For her, it feels like hours. You know she is fighting against herself. The way she bites her lip not to make any sounds, her grip on the countertop that turns her knuckles white, how she tries to keep her hips in one place and not move at all.

A light chuckle leaves your mouth, “You would do anything just to get fucked, huh?” you move your mouth to her ear and whisper, “You really are just a whore and nothing more.”

A small moan sounds through her sealed lips as her eyes close. Your breath fanning over her ear, sending shivers down her spine at the closeness. “How far would you go just to have me in you, Princess?”

Your fingers keep slowly wandering all over her cunt, playing with her clit and teasing her entrance. A smirk creps up on your face when you hear a whimper. “So deep that I'd make your eyes roll to the back of this empty little head.”

Her grip tightens at your words, it is like torture for her, the way you touch her, the proximity you are in, how you speak to her, what you say to her.

It makes her mind go wild. She can’t do anything if she wants you to do all the things she knows you will.

Her reactions and self restraints are like words written all over her skin. As you find yourself pleased with the position you’ve put her in you decide to give her what she wants as you hear how desperate she is.

A moan passes her lips when you push your tongue inside her. Pulling out and pushing in again deeper. The red head throws her head back as she bites her lip before exhaling loudly. Your slow pace seemingly only teases the woman further.

The assistant’s pathetic reaction to your pace only incites your desire to fuck her harder.

Grabbing her thighs and digging your short nails into her skin before pulling away ever so slightly then biting onto her lips.

A loud groan sounds through the small restaurant bathroom so you lick up her cunt, “If you get any louder then you’re going to have people knocking on this door to watch the show. I can always unlock the door,” you move up and nip at her clit, “would you like that?”

Wanda’s eyes squeeze shut as she bites down harder on her lip, giving you a silent answer. Smirking to yourself as the realization hits you that she really is only your plaything.

A burst of energy flows through you as you begin to lick, suck, and bite in all of the right places leading the red head right to her orgasm.

Curling forward, Wanda digs her nails into your shoulders and tries to lock her legs around your neck trying to brace herself for the tidal wave of pleasure she’s about to feel. You keep her legs far apart, but her nails cause a groan from you right into her pussy.

The vibration causes the assistant to see stars as she cums. Her entire body tenses as she holds onto you. Your tongue continues to push and lick around inside her letting her ride out her orgasm.

She breathes out again and you slow your movements before stopping. Raising your head to lock your eyes with your eyebrow raised, “Tell me what you did wrong.”

Shock evident all over Wanda’s face at your words, stumbling over her words, “i- uh- well-”

You grab onto her face and repeat yourself, squeezing your fingers together, “Tell me what you did wrong.”

Blinking fast and breathing harshly, she struggles to find the answer to your question with the other million thoughts in her mind.

After waiting a few seconds you decide to take her down from the counter. Turning her around to bend her over the counter before delivering two hard slaps to her ass.

“Do you have your answer yet?” You say with a sickening sweet tone.

Gently running your fingers through her hair before balling up your fist and yanking her hair back. Lowering your head til your mouth reaches her ear, “Did you forget your rules?”

Her eyes widen at your question before apologies fall from her lips, “Daddy, I’m so sorry. It won’t ever happen again. Daddy, please, I’m sorry.”

Letting go of her hair to move your hand around her neck and making her stand up.

“You claim to be a good girl, but you aren’t showing me that well,” you start moving the two of you away from the counter, “But I can see it in you.” You turn Wanda around and push her back into the wall. “However, since you forgot to ask to cum,” you lean over to unlock the door, “this artwork will be seen by whoever is lucky enough.”

You see a flash of panic in the red head’s eyes. “Maybe in front of people you’ll want to show them how good of a little fuck toy you are for me.”

You grab onto the woman’s legs and spread them farther apart before you hold onto your dick and brush it against her folds.

The Sokovian’s hips move slightly forward, but she stops herself, knowing that you can take everything away from her again.

“Already doing better, huh? Does it make you excited that others can see?” you move the tip of your dick and push hard against her clit.

A breathy moan leaves the woman’s lips. “I- I-” her eyes close and her mouth falls open at the feeling. She can't find any words to speak to you.

Backing away a little, “Is that what it is about? You want people to know what kind of slut you are for me?” you slap her pussy before tightly gripping her leg and lining your dick up with her entrance.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make you scream my name so loud that your dream will come true.” You whisper in her ear.

“Oh my God! Fuck, Daddy!” The woman screams as you roughly push inside her.

The bathroom fills with a choked moan that sounds through Wanda’s throat. Her hand immediately flies to your shoulder to steady herself.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about this whole time? My dick so deep in you that you don’t even know where it ends and you begin.” You dig your fingers deeper into her leg as her mouth hangs open.

Her mind is focusing only on the pleasure you are giving her and how well you are doing this. “Yes! Yes, Daddy, fuck! I just want you in me.”

“You’re just a little fucktoy.”

As your thrusts become harder, you move your hand under her knee before lifting the red head’s leg up, “Oh, God! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” A loud scream just spurs you on.

Getting your hips closer to her, you start pushing deeper. The look on her face is pure bliss and it just makes you want to fuck her more. “You’d keep my dick in you forever if you could, huh?”

Lifting your other hand, you wrap it around her neck and squeeze while sucking and biting on her skin. “You just want it in your needy holes.” Raising your head, you press the woman against the wall by her neck even more.

Wanda fists the front of your shirt as she digs her nails into your shoulder. Choked cries spill from her mouth at your hard and deep thrusts as her eyes remain on yours. “This tight little pussy is taking me so well.” you say lowly, speeding up your movements.

Pleasure floods over the assistant body as she begins to shake. Your hips slamming into her own and she knows nothing can be deeper inside her.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, please, Daddy!” The words flow out of her mouth faster than anything else.

You stiffen your hold on her neck and squeeze. “Don’t you dare. You’re gonna take everything I give you just like you did.” The pressure you apply on her throat doesn’t help with holding her orgasm back.

“Daddy-” She cuts herself off with a loud cry as you slam into her with vigor. “Please, I’ll be good for you, please, just let me.”

Moving her leg closer to her body, you start hitting at a new angle. “Fuck! Please, please, please. Daddy-”

“Do you know what you did wrong now?” You asked with a sweet smile on your face as Wanda’s eyes were opening and closing. “Will you be a good little whore that listens to what I say?”

“Yes! I will, please.” The mix of your words and stimulation causes an all too familiar tightening in her. Careful to not break the same rule twice, she breathes in sharply before asking, “Daddy, please, please, can I cum?”

You inch your face closer to hers and whisper against her lips. “Cum on my dick, slut.”

Hearing you calling her this, Wanda cums hard with the help of a couple of harsher thrusts and a squeeze to her neck.

Her heavy breathing hits your face as she tries to calm it down. “Fuck.” she exhales, leaning her head back against the wall.

You pull out of her, causing a small whine to escape her mouth, and drop her legs. The woman steadies herself on her feet as you pull up your pants and fix your belt. “I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson,” you squeeze her neck hard before adding “and if not, I’m happy to remind you.”

The woman gulps slightly before nodding. “That’s a good assistant.” You let go of her neck, satisfied with your actions.

The door opens causing the assistant to scurry to push her dress all the way down, blushing as she pushes past you to exit the restroom, her head hung down while she holds onto her dress, “excuse me.”

Smiling as you watch Wanda’s ass before looking up and nodding your head, “bathrooms all yours.” Then opening the door and walking out, leaving a stunned woman staring at a left behind piece of black underwear.

#wanda x reader smut #wanda maximoff x reader smut #bottom!wanda x top!reader smut #top!reader x bottom!wanda smut #shay writes #fic rec: loqov #BBau

[mirrortouchedsea]

The sun filters through the blinds as Rinne slowly blinks awake. He had gone to sleep early the night before, exhausted from just…everything. The event went as planned and he couldn’t be more proud of his brother for his hard work, but afterwards, everything just crashed. The all nighters and over exertion finally caught up to him and judging by the sun, he’d slept for at least 12 hours. 

Soft snores draw his eyes back to the bed, where Niki had curled into Rinne’s chest. How long had they been sharing the bed for, he wonders. It was hard to pin a specific time in their relationship where Rinne finally got kicked off the futon and allowed to sleep in Niki’s room with him. 

Ah, it doesn’t matter, he decides. It was rare enough for Rinne to wake up first, he should treasure Niki’s soft features. He brings his hand up to Niki’s hair, gently brushing it before pressing a kiss to Niki’s forehead. Despite his no kissing before marriage rule, it was hard to hold back when the man he loves is so beautiful. Rinne’s thumb moves to brush over Niki’s cheek, just taking in the morning. 

It isn’t long before his eyelids start drooping again and he falls back asleep. 

#shay writes #enstars #rinne amagi #niki shiina #rinniki #might be a warm up idk if i'm gonna write more later. i've been busy doing the merge game.... #i'm almost at my second copy of himeru so. not a lot of writing time lmao

[cow-dyke]

The Lesbian Paradox

Lesbian. Homosexual. Gay. Queer. Dyke. Femme. 4Butch.

These are some words I describe my sexuality as. But I am not sure that any word will fully be able to illustrate what I really feel inside.

Yes, I am a lesbian. I am a female homosexual. A woman who is exclusively attracted to other women. Yet, because of my exclusive attraction, my "womenness" is hard to reconcile with.

Girls are often taught to like boys and girls are taught that boys like us. Moreover, girls are taught to respect boys who are mean to them because of said likeness. Heterosexual women are tormented for not tolerating such behavior but can ultimately have their womanhood left alone as long as they like men enough to have a defined affection for them. Lesbians, on the other hand, are harassed for turning down the attraction all together while society tries to paint a picture of what version the lesbian makes them comfortable. It is hard for me to call myself a woman for many reasons, and this is one of them.

Of course, this isn’t to say that women who are attracted to other women cannot identify as such but rather to explain why some lesbians like myself don’t do so. From this, I often find myself being more attracted to women loving women who are not women (confused yet?).

Something about the queerness of gender in a lesbian context is just so, safe. I think many things that I don't say out loud in fear that straight people (and even some queer people) will see me as odd or a threat to our binary norms. But I feel like the non-binary lesbians give me a sense of understanding without having to say any of those words. We don't base our sexuality off of the orthodox traditions of the heterosexist, cisnormative world we are in. We don't copy and paste our rules off of the way straight society has formed there's and just switch around some of the wording. Instead, we make our own rules, which are none. We use labels but there is not much more to them as what feels right from our own experiences.

Transgender lesbianism is beautiful. Non-binary lesbianism is beautiful. Butch/Femme lesbianism is beautiful. Even if one word can't truly be defined to describe me, all I know is that being a Genderqueer Lesbian is complex, mystifying, but also simply beautiful.

I am beautiful. We are beautiful.

#I'm back :D #been a minute but I'm here #shay writes #lesbian #lesbian pride #lesbianism #femme dyke #butch/femme #femme4butch #butchfemme #lgbtqia #wlw #transgender #nonbinary #genderqueer #transmasc lesbian #transfem lesbian

[shygirl4991]

MEME SWAP OTHER SITES

i keep forgetting to post these sorry!

#shygirl4991 #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg43 #smg4 smg3 #smg34 fanfiction #shay writes

[starswallowingsea]

I got inspired by the mamagi posts by @nguyenfinity but unfortunately I am on a tragedy bend with my writing ideas so I had to make it sad (just a story idea under the cut not any actual writing)

i had an idea for just a little like. drabble of rinne having a little shrine to her in niki's apartment that niki only finds like two or three years down the road (but still pre !! Main story) which has some offerings to her and theres like a specific day each year rinne just fucks off all day and niki cant find him and at first he's like. well rinne's out of my hair idc where he is but niki's a smart guy and connects the dots and is like. oh. oh oh that's why he leaves for a day and a half every year when he finds the little shrine tucked away in a shoebox or smth.

niki takes so long looking for rinne bc he's like. realistically she (mamagi) wont be buried in the city but also he's not just going back to his village right? and takes forever to find him bc rinne is also not at any of the pachinko parlors and it takes like. All fucking day before Niki has like. A realization and goes out to the edge of town and then some and there's Rinne sitting by a tree and he looks sad and lonely but hes asleep bc hes been there all day probably hasnt eaten anything and Niki just comes up to him and wiggles under his arm and is like. Wanna talk about it? To a drowsy rinne who says no but appreciates the gesture and they just stay like that for the rest of the night.

Maybe like the year before the main story rinne finally tells him abt his mom and they have a little moment together thats just basking in each other's presence and inviting ghost mamagi to be with them or smth

#shay speaks #shay writes #<- eh kind of #i copied most of this out of mine and lis' dms from this morning #ur really only missing me complaining abt the bus lol #i added some details tho from that #this one ends kind of sweet but its very. angsty #thinks abt ghost rinniki au again #ill rb that in a minute uu #also maybe next week ill start writing for fun again. once the horrors of finals have passed #knowing me this thing would end up being like 5k word though. not a drabble

[shayberri789]

Hi

I wrote a thing :)

(A short fic from the point of view of the Stick Shallan tries to soulcast in WoR, and a little bit after, because Shallan accidentally turns it into a groot)

(Kelsier is here too. He's a menace)

#cosmere #stormlight #shay posts #the stormlight archive #stormlight archive #mistborn #mistborn: secret history #kelsier #hoid #shallan davar #khriss and nazh are here too #this is the stupidest and funniest thing i have ever written #i love it sm #shay writes #creative writing #words of radiance #stories i'm proud of

[masterofinfinities]

One of the biggest problems I face when it comes writing is consistency. Or, better yet, the lack of it.

Inspiration comes in waves and it's a hard thing to nurture, and when you don't do this thing full time, it's hard to tap into it even when you you want to write so bad that words are floating around in your brain in half-formed sentences and full-on imaginary that are insistently begging to leave your brain and come to life.

Most of the time it's a long string of frustrating days where you kind of know where you want to take a certain story, you just don't know how (like life, really)

Anyway, to whoever is struggling with this, too: I only managed to complete something when I committed to sharing those stories. Knowing this world I'm creating exists outside of my own computer pushes me to keep it going, so this is a commitment I'm making with myself for the new year: write and share.

Perhaps I'll share the process here, too. I'm sure I'm not the only one going through this. Hopefully I can be consistent with that :)

#shay writes #writing #writers life #writerscommunity #ao3 author #writers block #creative writing

[shaisuki]

sukuna is rather entertained. fascinated even.

how his two cocks buried inside you and rearranging your guts didn't even make a dent in your round stomach. he should be seeing the two of his cock head bulging in your belly but it wasn't. all he can do is press one of his palms to feel the ridge of his cock inside you.

the king of curses had been existing in a long time for fucking concubines and women who presented themselves. afraid of what he is capable of but they all end up the same. crushed by his raw strength and left bleeding for him to consume. he grew tired of those women. the same stature and build. where his nails can scrape the bones out of their flesh and his cocks can pierce their flat stomachs while he fucks them mercilessly. he should have fucked you sooner when you came in his temple with the concubines gathered for a drop of his attention.

sharp nails digging in your supple flesh. amused at the layered pouch of a belly you carry and it jiggles and rolls like waves while he roughly shoves his two inhumane cocks inside your sopping, fat pussy.

the loud squelch of your juices leaking in his cocks mixed with his own cum that he dumped inside your womb added the intensity of the carnal desire he have for you.

his soft, pliant, little concubine. of course, you would be little for him no matter how big you perceived yourself. as if sukuna would care for that. a hole is a hole no matter who owns it and simply you have the best pussy and the body for a king like him.

too fascinated and engrossed with his new discovery that he didn't give attention to what you look like. you would be a an another pretty face for him but only he look at your face when he hears the tiniest of moans being suppressed and did he was blessed with the most softer features a woman can have. your round cheeks stained by the stray tears rolling from your misty eyes and your lips forming into a pout.

“look me in the eyes, woman.” he orders and you were quick to follow him. afraid of the consequences and sukuna can see the tears clumping at your lashes and the desperate suppression of your moans wanting to spill at the rough thrusts of his heavy cocks inside you.

“s—sukuna-sama~” the words slips out of your mouth out of the blue and when you realized your mistake, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the imminent death that is about to come to you.

the way his name careless flows out of your mouth and your tight cunt squeezing around his cocks spurred him to drill his cocks deeper inside to you. kissing your cervix deeply that it almost protrudes the opening of your womb that is about to take his load again.

there wasn't blood came bursting from your body and only the droplets of blood from his earlier assault had stayed and you were still intact. you almost sighed from relief if it wasn't the continuous movements of his hips and the heavy balls slapping your ass preventing you to feel an ounce of relief.

you almost squealed when his lower arms grabs the sides of your chest. hoisting you easily in a sitting position with his cocks still impaled to your abused cunt. one of his upper arms is used as resting place for his jaw. red eyes moving up and down. watching as his cum trickles in his cocks and your round belly coils like spring from him thrusting his hips up and down. the mouth in his stomach licks it lips before the mouth in his face had done the same thing. amused and his boredom quenched temporarily. you were afraid and never been this aroused when the words came from him.

“tell me, woman.” he began, almost smirking before it breaks out into a full one. “can my cocks be seen in this flesh of yours if i gave you my brat?”

#ʚ•ɞ. shai writes #chubby reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna x chubby reader #ryoumen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #anime smut #anime x reader #sukuna #jjk #jjk smut #true form sukuna #og sukuna

[teecupangel]

Colossal Squid! Desmond and I'll give you my bones

“Have you heard the legends of the Kraken, Shay?”

“Every sailor has.” Shay answered politely, glancing at their guest.

Even as bitter wind gripped its claws at them, Haytham Kenway looked as prim and proper as a gentleman on his way to watch an opera.

Shay, on the other hand, had pulled the fabric around his neck up to cover his freezing nose.

“And do the stories tell of the Kraken a monster that destroys without any care of one’s status or upbringing?”

“The sea is a cruel mistress to all, Master Kenway.” Shay answered, glancing to his right. Gist just shrugged, obviously also a bit confused to why Haytham Kenway was talking about the Kraken all of a sudden.

“Yes, she is.” Haytham agreed as he walked towards the bow of the ship, “But the Kraken is not cruel.”

“He is playful and intelligent. He also has the habit of trying to show his displeasure using his limbs.” Haytham continued, making the other crew members stare at him, forgetting their tasks as they listened to a man who sounded like he knew the Kraken himself, “But above all else…”

“He is one ugly squid.” Haytham commented.

They would have laughed at that but the waters beneath them grew dark almost immediately.

Large tentacles rose from the depths and the crew shouted in fear and surprise.

Shay immediately ordered them to main the cannons but stopped when Haytham said, “It is no use. Human weaponry does not work on him.”

Shay froze, noticing that what he had thought to have been sunlight against the tentacles was actually…

Glowing lines that reminded Shay of the light of that device back in Lisbon.

For a brief moment, Shay was paralyzed, the fear and pain of that day flashing before him.

Haytham was still speaking and Shay tried to focus on his voice.

Haytham wasn’t there in Lisbon.

Shay wasn’t there in Lisbon anymore.

Haytham was his anchor to the present.

“The Kraken is what those who know nothing call him. The Templars though… had a different name for him.” Haytham continued calmly, as if the ship had not been kept in place by tentacles coiling all around it. There was no creaking sound and that only made Shay more frightened.

The Kraken knew how to control its strength so it wouldn’t damage the ship, only keep it immobilized.

That kind of intelligence…

“Desmond.”

Shay frowned.

Where have he heard the name before?

“The sea monster that Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad tamed. The ruler of the seas that cares for the Assassin Brotherhood.”

That’s right.

Shay heard Adéwalé talked about a ‘Desmond’ before. Shay had thought it was some kind of pet because Adéwalé talked about how it followed his old friend whenever he sailed.

One of the tentacles reach out towards Haytham and Shay shouted, “Master Kenway!”

Haytham raised a hand, stopping Shay from unsheathing his dual blades.

“Do not move, do not speak, do not even think.” Haytham ordered calmly, “He is here for me.”

“Will this be the day you drag me into the depths, Desmond?” Haytham asked, a slight curiosity in his tone, “Or will you still prolong this dance we share?”

The tentacle wrapped around his neck but, with how big the tentacle was, it wrapped his entire upper body instead.

Haytham didn’t seem worried, looking at the sea below as he stood at the very tip of the bow, “Well?”

Shay and the rest of the crew could only stare, frozen by fear and confusion, as Haytham was slowly lifted.

… before he was placed in the center of the ship. The tentacles uncoil around him slowly. There was a pause before it flicked Haytham’s hat off and Haytham simply gave a tired sigh.

The tentacles let go of the ship and returned to the depths of the sea.

It took a few seconds before the water returned to its normal color.

The entire crew gave out a relieved sigh as many of them fell on their asses.

“Master Kenway, what was that?” Shay asked and all of them turned to stare at the mysterious man as he picked up his hat.

“That was Desmond.” Haytham said as if he was just introducing a family friend he didn’t get along with, “The Sea Scourge of the Templars. He attacks every ship that shows its Templar affiliation. He won’t attack this ship though.”

“It won’t?” Shay couldn’t stop himself from sounding skeptical.

“As long as I sail with you, he will not.” Haytham said.

“Why?”

“Because that squid still believes I am my father’s son.”

#desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #look it was either this #or this is going to turn into a squidja situation #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #haytham kenway #shay cormac #ngl i just wanted to write haytham and shay #i've been writing edward for most marine desmond asks XD

[demigoddessqueens]

family

Family Headcanons of each of the leads

For the November codexmonthly prompt

Altair

He never really saw himself as a parent, but when you tell him you’re expecting or when you both become parents, he sees a younger version of himself and cares for his kin immensely, a new generation of his family

Connor/Ratonhnkake:ton

He’s entirely full of nerves but you reassure him he’s doing fine. Be ready for Connor to constantly check up on you, grabbing whatever you need, and when he finally holds his child in his arms, he never wants to be separated from them

Jacob

A whole rollercoaster of emotions, he wants to be better than his father but also sheds his old carefree habits bit by bit to care for you and his child, the type to be a fun dad but also serious when he needs to be

Ezio

Oh you’ve made him the happiest man there is! He’s thrilled, nervous, excited, grateful his family is growing again. A total fun dad who’s super protective too!

Evie

Oh she frets constantly over you on what you need, but she’s thrilled at the chance to be a mom. Jacob as the fun, protective uncle and she as the loving, protective mother

Arno 🇫🇷

He didn’t think he was deserving of having such a loving family unit after before, but you prove him (thankfully) wrong. He thinks loving you and having kids would slip through his fingers but the days, weeks, months and years are all the more loving

Eivor

They adore the family you’ve created together and always treasures every second. Also the type of dad to carry the tiny ones on their shoulders or back during playtime

Bayek

Such a good dad!! Like he’s super involved, super loving, always wants to teach the Little One, and is never short of interesting stories to tell them at bed time

Kassandra

She’s a loving mom who has a habit of singing lullabies to Little One and has stories to entertain them with

Basim

Ecstatic and enthusiastic type of dad! Oh you’ve made him the happiest man alive! The type to spoil you during pregnancy and always present for each milestone

Shay

Rambunctious type of dad that always has his Little One giggling at everything. From birth, Tiny One always wants to go sailing on The Morrigan with their papa

Haytham

Stern but loving dad (even if he’s not good at showing it, but he cares! A lot! The type of dad to carry full conversations with Little One’s babbling when they’re at the infant stage

Edward 🏴‍☠️

He is also Fun Dad™️ but has his serious, protective streak too. It’s either taking Little One sailing on The Jackdaw, teaching them sea shanties or he’s holding still whole Little One likes to climb all over him

Aveline

She’s the type of mom who is very encouraging with her kid when they set their mind to do something, and they also like a shopping trip or two

EDIT: Desmond

He’s a bit of a nervous dad at first, thinking he’s not cut out for this at first, but you’re there to help him every step of the way. Later Becomes that kind of dad that is involved 110% and absolutely uses the Dad Jokes

And don’t get me started if he’s a girl dad! 😜

#assassin's creed #assassin’s creed x reader #codexmonthly #my writing #assassin’s creed #altair ibn la'ahad #altair ibn la'ahad x reader #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton #edward kenway #edward kenway x reader #haytham kenway #haytham kenway x reader #shay cormac #shay patrick cormac #shay cormac x reader #jacob frye #evie frye #basim ibn ishaq #evie frye x reader #ac basim #eivor wolfkissed #jacob frye x reader #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #arno dorian x reader #eivor wolfsmal #bayek of siwa #bayek x reader

[shayyprasad]

hi lovely! congrats on 100 followers again!

can i ask for a tom holland x singer!reader? with the following prompts?

jump, sender jumps on the reciever's back. + "you got me flowers?"

perfect | tom holland

thank you so much! i love this request it's so sickeningly cute ❤️

this is part of my 100 follower celebration, for which you can request here!

summary: you've just got back from tour, and tom's the first one waiting at the airport.

warning: none, just pure fluff!

pairing: tom holland x singer!reader

word count: 1.2k+ words

ask to be added to the taglist, and check out my full masterlist here...

reblog, like, and comment <3

you bounced on your heels anticipatingly, waiting for your luggage to appear on the baggage carousel. it had been 5 months, which was far too long, since you'd last seen your boyfriend (tom) in person. having just released your new album a less than a year ago, your manager had coaxed you into going on tour.

at first, you were hesitant, because 5 months was a long time. normally, whenever tom went somewhere for filming, you did too.

but what you hadn't expected, however, was for you to blow up so quickly. of course, you weren't complaining. just... processing. (you'd been processing for 2 years now.)

the thing you hadn't realized when you'd begun singing, was that with more fame, came more responsibility.

this was the 2nd tour you'd ever been on. you didn't dislike them by any means, they were just a lot. it had much to do with your overall endurance. because, no, you didn't like sleeping in hotels all the time, eating restraunt food everyday, dealing with paparazzi (not fans, paparazzi).

also, you didn't get tom time. talking over the phone did not count, by the way.

all you wanted was for your bag to come into your eyeline so you could grab it and get hugs. from tom, specifically. god, you missed him so much. you were sure he was the only thing keeping you sane the entire time.

without him, you weren't sure you'd be here. you smiled to yourself softly, just at the mere thought. your bodyguards were a couple feet away from you, as you requested.

tom was the one who insisted you hire them, for your safety. you didn't like them very much. okay, well, you didn't dislike them.

phil and barry were sturdy, tall, muscular men. not like tom-muscular. like, one-papercut-and-it's-over-muscular. you had nothing against them, it just felt like they were always (and you mean, always) there. constantly breathing on your neck, and you couldn't blame them.

it was their job, after all.

they do their's, and you do your's.

your phone buzzed in your back pocket, and you pulled it out. reading the contact, you couldn't help but grin at tom's name.

tom: hey love you getting bags rn? xx

y/n: yeah

y/n: sorry it's taking so long

y/n: wait do you think my bag got lost somewhere??

tom: i'm sure that's not the case darling

tom: just wait a bit more

tom: i cannot wait to see you i've missed you so so so so so much

y/n: me too bby

y/n: i love you smsm

tom: i love you too ❤️

you read the message over again before hearting it, pocketing the device. you pulled the hat down lower, looking up when one of the men grunted. if you were being honest, they looked the same with their shiny heads and dark, black sunglasses.

the man, be it phil or barry, grabbed something(s), they were 4, off the carousel. you sighed in relief, glad that they hadn't gotten lost. because while you could replace those things, it didn't mean that you wanted to.

you offered to carry one, because they were your bags, but they'd shook their heads gruffly, ending that conversation (it wasn't much of a conversation, anways). besides, you were too excited about seeing tommy to care that much.

you walked (jogged?) out of the baggage department and into the main area. you saw people holding up signs, many decorated with ribbons, sequins, and various bright colors.

you looked around with a huge smile on your face, trying to find tom. finally, you saw him by the side, holding up a giant poster that read the following; "my gorgeous, beautiful, amazing girl... you know who you are!"

letting out a yelp of happiness, you ran over to him, where he awaited you. tom stood with open arms and a matching expression, and you dived into his arms. squeezing him tightly, you totally didn't shed some tears into his shirt.

"jesus, darling, you have no idea how much i missed you," he gripped you a little tighter, not letting go.

"not more than i missed you!"

"um, i'm pretty sure i missed you more, pretty girl."

you pulled away just enough to look at him. and god, you had really missed those honey-brown eyes. you look a moment to look at him- no, to see him.

your eyes ran over his left eyebrow (the crazy one), to the curve of his lashes, to the freckles that faintly dotted his cheeks, before the crooked bridge of his nose (from having broken it so many times), and then back into those soft eyes of his.

running a hand through his curls, you rested your forehead against his. you dropped you hand to cup his cheek, and he wiped away a stray tear.

granted, it had only been a bit over 5 months, but you'd learned you couldn't live without him.

"how was the trip back, lovey?"

"it was okay. fine. didn't get any sleep though," you said, crinkling your nose. airplanes made you panic a bit, you wouldn't lie. and you could never make yourself eat anything with the motion-sickness, and tommy knew that.

"well, when we get home, i'm gonna give you all the cuddles and we can sleep together."

"i'm not sure if i have the energy for that."

tom groaned, but you knew it was endearingly, "no, baby, that is not what i meant."

"i'll never know."

he gave you another look.

"i wish you were there with me," you murmured.

"i wish i'd been there too, but love, i promise you, i watched them all live. stupid contracts," he muttered, "keeping me from my girl."

you laughed lightly, nudging your nose with his, "s'not your fault. you can't control when you've got to be on set filming. but i really love you for watching them."

tom looked at you quizzically, as you played with the collar of his shirt. "are you kidding? i couldn't completely miss my best girl's performance."

"'best girl'? i have competition?"

"a little. but i wouldn't worry too much," was all he said before he captured your lips into a sweet kiss, one that had been put off too long. you pulled at his hair at the base of his neck, trying to get more of him.

because after this long, no amount was enough.

before it got to heated, he pulled away, cupping your cheek, which you leaned into.

"i love you."

"i love you more."

"i love you most," tom countered, and you shook you head, too happy to disagree. because how on earth did you end up with a man like this?

you used to believe in the saying "no one's perfect", but clearly, whoever said that hasn't met tom.

you pulled away from him, not before pecking him one more time.

"let get going before traffic hits, shall we?" he bowed down slightly, offering his hand to you, which you took.

"yes, we shall."

"oh," he said, "by the way, i got these for you." he handed you a bouquet of pink carnations, your favorite. you squealed, jumping on his back.

"you got me flowers?"

"pretty flowers for my pretty girl."

"awww, you're such a romantic, i love it."

"it?" he asked, adjusting you on his back, "or me?"

"ugh," you pouted, squeezing his cheek, "you're so perfect."

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[ladyylesbian]

solid 3 ball

pairing: top!wanda maximoff x bottom!fem!reader

summary: reader and wanda have always been competitive with each other, but somehow wanda always wins. when reader start winning this game of pool wanda takes matters into her own hands.

warnings: MINORS DNI! public sex, bar sex, magic play, fingering (r receiving), clit play, gagging, exhibitionsm, voyerism, slight humiliation, mommy kink, degrading (whore), pet names (sweetheart, hun), squirting

word count: 1335

a/n: this was very spontaneous and i had no plans while writing this so hopefully it makes sense. i’m going to try and post part two which should be power bottom!wanda in the next few days :)

you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! all mistakes are mine and mine alone. likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <

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The clicking of the purple ball hitting the green ball into the side pocket causes the red head to look up at you, her face full of frustrations. A low giggle leaves your mouth stopping to become a sharp inhale when you meet her green eyes “Oh look, Wands,” straightening your back to face towards her, exclaiming, “I got another ball in!”

Even if you had not been facing the witch you would have been able to feel the eyeroll that joined the huff she made. Deciding to relish in the feeling of your accomplishment you sway your hips as you walk. Before reaching your place you make a point to squeeze between Wanda and the pool table, pressing your ass against her. A low, rough groan falls from the Sokovian’s lips at the friction, her fingers ghosting over your hips before you continue walking. 

Setting up your shot, you breathe, pulling back the pool stick and then going to strike the cue ball when you feel fingers brush up your exposed thigh, completely missing the ball. 

Wanda leans over slightly, whispering near your ear “You thought you could win? That’s cute.”

A shiver runs through your rigid body while the Sokovian’s fingers continue to run up and down your thigh, occasionally running her hand between your legs but not near the place you want her most at all. 

Darting your eyes around the partially full bar trying to figure out if anyone noticed what was going on between you and your girlfriend. A battle between your mind and your pussy was raging, and to your shock, your pussy was winning. 

“Careful, hun, you do not want to play this game with me tonight.” the red head quietly whispers in your direction. 

You chuckle at the threat before bending completely over the side of the pool table, looking up at your girlfriend, “Last one before the eight ball,” smirking, “and it’s the three ball. Solid red.”

Soft whines leave your mouth, “Mommy, there’s people here.”

“And that is what makes it even better” A sinister smirk takes over the red head’s face as she runs her fingers through your hair before cupping your ass as her pale digits tangle into your hair.

Pulling her hand down, causing your head to tilt upwards and Wanda to catch glimpses of your eyelashes. Caressing your ass before pulling back and delivering a firm, loud slap to your ass. 

Wanda continues to whisper, “I think that you want me to fuck you right here and right now and let all of these people know how much of a whore you are.” 

“Yes. ” You quietly say as you give a slow but confident nod to the witch. 

The red head groans lowly then smirking “Then let's begin.”

Letting go of your hair before placing her hand slightly above your ass and reaching forward, applying a firm press between your shoulder blades, “Stay right here, sweetheart.”

Your girlfriend brings both of her hands back down to your ass, massaging gently, “This skirt is not hiding much of you when you are bent over for me like this.” Sliding her fingers down to press against your entrance, “I mean look at this,” a fake concern coming from her, ”I can see your underwear. And this just will not do.” 

A wide smirk covers her face as she continues to press and prod at your entrance. Occasionally pressing further and pushing your underwear inside you. The actions cause a wet spot to continue to grow and show through your white, laced detailed underwear. Your brain deep into the lust haze and your attention focused on the witches fingers made you almost miss the hum from your girlfriend. 

Before you are able to ask what came to her mind you feel her fingers hook either side of your underwear and she pulls. The sound of ripping fills your ears as cold air hits directly onto your wet center causing a moan to slip. The witch quickly waves her fingers and a red mist covers your mouth, silencing the rest of your moan.  

“I don’t think we should spoil the surprise for anyone until you are moaning as I make you cum” The red head whispers to you as the mist of magic glows brighter, muffling your groans. Pocketing your ripped underwear leaving half of it hanging out before spreading your folds, “You look beautiful like this. This pussy is dying to be touched. Look how wet she is. It would be a shame to keep such a needy thing waiting.”

With a devilish smirk upon Wanda’s face, she pushes her finger completely inside you. Your wetness allows her to enter with ease. Gripping tighter onto your ass, digging her nails in as she pulls her finger out shoving two of her fingers back into you, mercilessly. 

“God the way your pussy pulls my fingers in even more, hun. She must miss me all the time when I’m not inside it.” The only response your mind can come up with is a fast nod of your head. 

“Then I guess I should give her what she needs.” 

The Sokovian quickens her movements and hovers a finger over your bundle of nerves. Slapping your ass causing your hips to move forward and placing pressure onto your aching clit. Another groan is swallowed up by Wanda’s magic creating a brighter mist covering your mouth. 

Your hips keep pushing forward desperate for any friction against your clit. “Tsk, tsk , tsk. Can the whore not wait for Mommy to give her what she wants?” Turning your face to look back all you can give for a response is a pleading look. “Very well then. I can’t say no to that look.”

Wanda begins pumping her fingers faster, feeling the clenching of your walls trying to slow her thrusts. Your body wiggling under her, she knows you are getting close. 

Suddenly, she pulls out, you feel your rising orgasm slipping away. Your loud whines and protests are muffled yet again until the witch waves her fingers, taking away the mist and releasing every bit of sound you made. Everyone in the bar looks towards you two. 

Humiliation fills your body as pride fills your girlfriend’s, “That’s it, sweetheart, let everyone know how Mommy makes you feel.” The words cause loud moans to flow out of your mouth making the onlookers' reactions become vocalized. 

“Holy shit.” “She just has her bent over.” “Damn what do I have to do to be her.” Are but a few of the comments you hear before the pleasure Wanda is giving you refocuses your attention.

Curling her fingers up and finding the soft spot in your cunt. She repeatedly hits the area causing choked and broken moans to fall from your lips. The red head’s movements only become harder with each thrust. 

You can feel the tightening in your stomach as you reach out to grip onto the pool table beneath you, your fingertips turning white, “Mo-Mommy, please, can I cum?”

Low groans come from the witch, changing her movements to a scissor motion. Waiting a moment longer to hear another plea come from you, “please, Mommy.”

Waving her fingers and then pinching your clit, she gives her reply, “Cum.”

You release with a loud moan, squirting on her fingers. Your wetness runs down your legs while you lay on the pool table trying to regain your breath. Wanda places a hand on your shoulder and guides you to stand up. Moving her hand in front of your mouth silently asking if you wanted to taste yourself. You open your mouth and twirl your tongue around and between her fingers in your mouth. 

“There you go, hun. You did such a good job.” She praises you before pulling her fingers from your mouth and kissing you deeply.

Cheers and applause comes from the other bar guests making you hide your face into the red head’s chest, she whispers, “Let’s go home. Mommy wants a turn.”

#shay writes #wanda x reader smut #wanda maximoff x reader smut #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch smut #scarlet witch x reader smut

[mirrortouchedsea]

She’s 6 years old, crowded around her mother with her sister. Their newest sibling has just been born and they’re both curious about the baby. What gender is it, one asks. What’s it’s name, she says. There’s a lot of chatter and her head is ringing as their mother finally speaks. It’s a boy, the first boy born to their family in several generations, and his existence must be kept a secret, she says, but we will name him Kohaku. 

Kohaku Oukawa is born in a room full of life, with two older sisters taking turns holding him and letting him grab at their fingers, cooing over his features as their mother rests. The midwife is cleaning up from the afterbirth and the men are conversing in the corner, but for the second eldest daughter, she feels a special connection with the little boy in her arms. He has the same bright pink hair as her and she’d swear that they both had their mother’s eyes. She bounces him in her arms and for a moment, the entire world is just him in her arms. 

The years go by and it's hard not to remark on the similarities between her and her brother. Kohaku is a spitting image of her to the point that it’s almost uncanny. As soon as Kohaku could walk, she had been told that she would begin training as his body double. It was obvious that despite being 6 years older than the toddler, they were remarkably similar in every way, down to the way they spoke and picked at their fingers. She was to be his protector, taking his place should the Suou family discover him.  

By the time she was 14 and he was 8, the two of them had become practically inseparable. Despite his isolation, she would always find a way to sneak in toys and books for him and spend time playing with him. They trained together of course, she was often his sparring partner as well, but the moments where he’s alone in the room and she’s picked the lock again and they’re laughing at something stupid in a magazine were her favorite moments. It was important for him, too, to have some sort of connection to the outside world like that. 

Despite the large age gap, the two almost always got along. She had more life experience and helped Kohaku with his homework and reading. He always had a listening ear to her problems, though he didn’t understand the plight of being a teenage girl, he could at least offer his presence. Both of them constantly fought with their parents about Kohaku’s isolation as well. She knew that it was for his safety, but he deserved to make some friends. She had even gone out of her way to disguise herself as him like she was taught and talk with the young head of the Suou family and see if he would be a suitable friend for the youngest Oukawa. Soon after, she began to stay in the room for Kohaku as he went out to play with the young Suou boy, talking about eating bugs like kids their age should be. 

He tells her about his time with the young Suou when he comes back, talking about how stupid the other boy is, how arrogant, but always with an air of friendly teasing to his remarks. She thinks that it’s great how the two of them have gotten along so well and she’s already planning for when she can cover for him again the next week. 

Despite being their youngest sibling, her other sister doesn't spend nearly as much time with him as she does. They’d taken turns babysitting him when the family was out, especially before he could walk and eat solid foods, but as he grew older that time with him decreased. As she is his body double, she spends more time with him than just about anyone else, and her sister has a lot to ask her about. How’s he doing, is he learning his kanji okay, how does he spend his free time locked up like that. She answers them as best as she can, but she knows some things are better left in the dark. 

The one day they do all get to spend time with Kohaku is on his birthday. Those chilly February days are always filled with laughter and celebration as everyone catches up with each other and Kohaku gets to see more of his sisters. They always tease him and poke at him, but never too much, just enough to make him flustered. How were his studies going, they’d ask. Why you’re getting so big, the eldest exclaimed, picking him up and squeezing him. He would blush and stutter out a response, which only led to more teasing from the sisters.

The second eldest took part in this too, though to a lesser extent, as she got her fill during the rest of the year. She’d tease him about his clothes getting too small or being too big for him to fill out properly, how he still couldn’t quite beat her in a fight despite all of his blustering that he could. He was six years younger than her, it was to be expected that at least for a while he would be weaker than she was by default after all. 

On his thirteenth birthday, when she was nineteen, he finally managed to flip her onto the ground. She told him it was only because he had taken her by surprise, but he held it over her head for the rest of the day and for once, the brunt of the teasing was on her. At the end of the party, she returned the favor and flipped Kohaku clean over her shoulder onto the floor and stuck her tongue out cheekily at him. 

That year was also the year she snuck him his first electronic device. It wouldn’t be easy to hide a laptop at all, and a phone would be noticed if it was on their plan suddenly and without explanation, so she gave him a tablet instead. Big enough for him to type easily with his fingers and see text clearly, small enough to stuff under a pillow quickly if someone walked in on him with it out. She set up an email and some social media accounts under fake names and aliases for him, as well as some parental controls just to make sure he didn’t spend too much time on it and neglect his studies. Even he deserved to have some connection to the outside world besides through the young head of the Suou family. 

After a few months she began to hear about a new friend he had met through Twitter, someone who went by the name of LoveSwan, or simply Love for short. Kohaku seemed completely enamored with his newfound friend and talked extensively about the other boy and how they just seemed to… click. She was just happy he was able to find someone else to talk to besides his family. 

Kohaku was also quickly approaching her height, and might even grow to be taller than her, though there were still a few centimeters between them. It really was like looking into a mirror, looking at him. His youthfulness and his innocence (or what innocence he could have in a family like theirs) reflecting her own childhood that had, in a sense, been taken from her. She wasn’t jealous by any means of her brother, who had his own hardships, having been locked up for his entire adolescence, but she was almost jealous of how he hadn’t quite lost his childhood spark. He was beginning to go through his rebellious phase, especially as the young master of the Suou family had begun talking about joining a high school for idols next year. 

He wanted to be free, to see the outside world and walk around without fear of the Suou family hurting him. She told him she would talk with their family, though it wasn’t guaranteed to happen right away, as he was still two years away from being high school aged and able to enroll in any sort of academy. She ruffled his hair and put him in a headlock, laughing as he tried to escape, one last little moment before she left. 

It was almost a year before she saw Kohaku again. She had been sent out on a mission halfway across the country that took longer than expected, but it would be worth it if her parents held up their end of the bargain. She peeled her bloodstained gloves from her hands and tossed them in the fire. There would be no trace of her involvement if she could help it, but the deed had been done. 

And she could finally see her brother again soon, hopefully with good news. She would never tell him what she had agreed to do in order to secure his freedom, but she would never regret it either. 

When she returned she prostrated herself before her parents, asking that they uphold their end of the deal and allow Kohaku to be free when he turned 15. It would still be another year before he gained his freedom, but he would be able to enroll in a high school and follow in the young master Suou’s footsteps as an idol. He had his whole life ahead of him in the light and she wanted him to be able to embrace it however he saw fit. 

As she sat, forehead on the ground before her parents, they commended her efforts in the last mission and agreed that Kohaku would be able to leave the confines of their home. While his existence was still messy and complicated, it would be more difficult for the Suou family to eliminate him if he had a life on the outside. She agreed, sitting upright and smiling wide, excited to tell her brother the good news. Just one more year in purgatory and he would finally be able to leave and begin his life. 

For the next year, she began preparing Kohaku for his entry into the real world, bringing in more magazines and books and telling him about the different types of people that were out there and how to protect himself from bad actors. She was almost certainly being overbearing, but she wanted her brother to be as ready as possible for the real world, a place she had been free to roam since she was a child. 

Kohaku was 15, ready to leave and she was 21 with tears in her eyes as they stood at the train station. The young master Suou had accompanied them and said he would make sure Kohaku would at least make it to the place he called Ensemble Square, and Kohaku agreed to be on his best behavior and not cause trouble. She gave him one last hug and ruffle of his hair before the two of them stepped on the train and pulled away from the station. 

She kept an eye on the news about Ensemble Square and eventually saw that her brother had joined a unit called Crazy:B, although their reputation seemed to be low among the public given how they had relentlessly attacked other units. She sighed and wondered what exactly had happened in the few months since Kohaku had left home that had already gotten him in trouble like this, but even she couldn’t help but notice that most of the news coverage of Crazy:B focused on their leader, one Amagi Rinne. Though she didn’t know much about him, he seemed to be shielding the other members from the spotlight. What articles that did focus on the other members scarcely seemed to mention Kohaku at all, instead focusing on the one known as HiMERU who also seemed to take a slightly more active role in their activities. 

It was only five months after their debut that Kohaku called her, asking if she’d be willing to help him out. He needed to visit the member of his other unit in another part of Japan, but the rules of the competition prevented him from traveling openly and he needed someone to step in. She agreed, of course, wanting to take this as an opportunity to make sure his unitmates in Crazy:B were treating him well. She would need to disguise herself as him for at least a few days and participate in idol activities with them, and while she hadn’t been trained to sing and dance, it wasn’t anything she couldn’t learn with a little bit of practice. He even told her that Rinne was on board with the whole thing and was excited to meet her. 

When she landed at the airport, she was greeted by three men that had been vaguely described by Kohaku but matched the rough image she had of them from photos and videos of their performances. She was picked up in a bear hug by the one called Rinne, whom she threw to the ground in a show of strength. Rinne just laughed it off and commented on how she really was Kohaku’s sister. The other two men were much more respectful of her, greeting her with a wave and offering her some food after her flight. She smiled and accepted the snack. 

The next few days, the three other members of Crazy:B had already made an impact on her. The way they talked about Kohaku told her that he trusted them with parts of himself that he often kept hidden from even some of their family members, and the four of them had shared many memories together. She was almost… jealous of the way that Kohaku had so easily made friends with these people and how they seemed ready to do anything for him, though they were easy to get along with and she had begun to tease them as well, she had to maintain her distance from them despite the nicknames and jokes. 

Even when Kohaku had returned and she was ready to step back and return to her duties as a member of the Oukawa family, after the Sudden Death match, Kohaku and Crazy:B still offered to take her out for one last hurrah to celebrate their accomplishments. She tried to decline, but was quickly dragged along by Niki to the restaurant they had picked out. The five of them ate and laughed well into the night and by the end of it she didn’t want to leave even though she had to. The warmth that radiated from Crazy:B was something she didn’t want to let go of quite yet. 

The four members of Crazy:B had tired themselves out when she finally slipped away, a sad smile on her face as she took one last look at the light of the restaurant. She would miss these men she had only known for a few days, but at least she knew her brother was in good hands, and that she could rest easier knowing he was safe with them. 

#shay writes #ensemble stars #enstars #kohaku oukawa #how. do i tag kohaku sister #she's the pov character #sakura-nee #????? #i'll tag her as that from now on ig but she really doesnt have a name. which is tragic #i've had this in the works since sudden death came out and i'm so obsessed with sakura-nee #i want her to come back please happyele i'm on my hands and knees #editing to add that the tense shifts are intentional. dont ask they just ARE

[cow-dyke]

"The Bar"

Hello people of Tumblr!

So I am attempting to write a book about a femme who explores her sexuality as a lesbian while also being religious and dealing with internalized homophobia.

To get more motivation, I wanted to share a little piece of it to see what other people think of it.

I have one scene written out when the femme (Mary) meets a butch (Joan) at a bar for the first time. Keep in mind, this is just a rough draft so ignore anything that may seem poorly written. Enjoy!

I remember her so clearly: she was pretty tall with a masculine physique and  also had this short, black slicked-back hair. Oh, I will never forget that hair. She was looking straight at me and we connected eyes. Yet, being the timid person I was, I quickly broke our silent glance and focused on my drink instead. It's not that I didn’t like her looking at me, I loved every moment of it. But it just felt too good, almost as if I was committing a crime (technically, I was). Despite my broken contact, I could still feel her eyes on me. I wasn’t sure if I should pray for her to come over or stay where she is. Yes, I did love her but that could mean a lifetime in hell for the both of us. I guess a hell with her was more desirable than a heaven by myself.

“Miss?” I heard her say.

I looked up from my glass and felt like I was on fire. But fuck that fire felt so good. God can punish me for my sins but he will never be able to take away the rush that went through me when I got to look at her closer. Is this how Eve felt when she ate the forbidden fruit? I thought to myself. She had these piercing brown eyes that were almost black and a sharp jawline that I swore could kill a man. 

“Yes?” I responded.

“Would you like to dance with me?” 

I knew it was wrong what she was asking me to do. It wasn’t just a dance, it was also the attraction between us as two women and admitting to it. It would be giving in to my pleasure in exchange for my obedience to God. I can do a lot of things for His honor but I think it’s time I do something for my own.

“Yes,” I said with a smile on my face.

She gave her hand out to me and I took it without another thought in the world. Her hand was as soft as cotton. I could have fondled it for days. When we got to the dance floor, she took her other hand and put it on my waist. I inferred that I was supposed to put my hand on her shoulder so I did that. We did a dance like any other couple would by casually swaying to the music. 

“What’s your name?” the woman asked. 

“It’s Maria but most people just call me Mary,” I said.

“Maria…what a pretty name” she asserted. 

I chuckled a little because I felt nervous around her but also flattered. Many men have said that same line to me but when she said it, I felt like the only woman in the world. I didn’t care about any of those men’s comments on my name but for some reason, I was really happy that this woman liked mine.

“What’s your name?” I asked. 

“It’s Joan.” 

Joan. Like Joan of Arc, Patron Saint of France. She definitely emulated her as a crossdresser and having the strength to do it right in front of the public eye, risking everything. Or, maybe everything was already lost. Maybe she had already fallen victim to the risks. That is something that made me so attracted to butches. They had the one thing I didn’t: Bravery. 

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[isdalinarhot]

me signing up for my science fiction and fantasy class last fall: lmaooo imagine if i got to write an essay about my cosmere hot takes for this class. of course this could never happen because the cosmere is Books For Reading For Fun and not Books For Reading For School

the syllabus: during week 10 we will be reading hugo award winning novella The Emperor's Soul by Brandon Sanderson

me:

#I ALWAYS FORGET THAT THE EMPERORS SOUL IS LIKE. LEGITIMATE CAPITAL L LITERATURE #BECAUSE FUCKING SHAI WAS IN THE LOST METAL. A BOOK THAT IS CERTAINLY NOT CAPITAL L LITERATURE #oh my god. the professor can be normal about this book but i cant #like. i can. i can write a normal analysis of the themes within like an english student should #but im gonna be sitting there the whole time like. they dont know shai becomes an agent of fantasy jesus #they dont know about marashai femslash february. they have no fucking idea. #luke.txt #SHE LIVES IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS DALINAR AND I HAVE TO READ ABOUT HER IN ENGLISH CLASS