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captainpriceslilwife · 1 month ago

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pt. 3 of gaz x insecure!reader :)))))

[part 1, part 2, part 3]

He’s late.

He went through all that trouble of convincing you of how genuine he was about taking you on a date, just to be late.

He just wanted to do something nice for you. Something to actually make you smile in his presence instead of tense up or cry, but the universe seems to work against him when it comes to making you happy. Which is how he ended up here – desperately trying to buy flowers from the old Scottish woman on the street corner that he’s certain has been around since the Cambrian age. He really needs to stop taking Johnny’s advice.

“How much for the sunflowers, ma’am?” He’s been trying to be as polite as he can, but the poor woman doesn’t seem to notice how his hand is tapping nervously at his thigh or how he checks his watch every two seconds. She just hobbles around with a smile, pointing at all of the other flowers on her stand and telling him some long-winded story of her youth about each of them.

“Eh?” Oh, and she was deaf in one ear. Something that wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t have to keep repeating himself every single time he asked a question. “Wha’ did ye say, luvie?” “The sunflowers.” He enunciates impatiently as he leans towards her right ear, only for her to blink in confusion at him. “How much?” A wide smile breaks out on her face as she gestures to the bucket of sunflower bouquets, and Kyle softens a bit now that he thinks he can finally finish this up. Maybe he might even make it on time if he really books it…

“Ah, ye can take as many as ye’d like!”

Christ.

“No, no-“ A tense sigh escapes his lips as he takes out his wallet, trying to get it in her frame of vision before he loses her attention again. “Money. How much money?” But she’s not even looking at him anymore. Her white, fluffy brows are furrowed like she’s deep in thought, and she’s got her eye on one of the giant displays of pink and red flowers next to him. “Say, didn’ ye say this is fer yer girl? Ah still think she’d like some roses instead…more romantic, ya ken? Ah’ve got plenty different ones for ye, just gimme a wee second. Ye really should take a look-” “No, ma’am, please…I-I don’t have a second.” He’s starting to wonder if he should just give up, but the thought of showing up late and empty-handed makes him feel so guilty that it makes his stomach lurch. “Please, I just want to pay for the…” But it’s too late. She’s already toddled off behind the cart, hunched over and spouting some story about how her late husband bought her roses every Sunday. “…the sunflowers.”

He can only imagine what you must be thinking right now.

And then there’s you.

You, who had gotten up embarrassingly early that morning to get ready for your date. You had cursed yourself for agreeing to meet him so early as you rushed around your room, trying to pick out an outfit and do your hair in a way that made you feel like you looked alright without drawing too much attention to yourself. You had changed five times – constantly questioning if you looked like you put too much effort in – so you put even more effort into dulling yourself down.

You even had to give yourself a pep talk in the mirror before you could gather the courage to leave the house.

You’re okay. This is okay. This is what normal people do. They go on dates. If he sucks, you can just leave! That’s allowed…yeah…yeah, I can just leave. And I look good…I look…great. It’s his loss! Well, he hasn’t lost anything yet, but-

And now here you were – poor thing. All alone at one of the tables in the corner with a cup of coffee in front of you.

You were already a ball of nervous energy when you had walked in – messing with your hair and fixing your outfit every couple of seconds as you hovered around the entrance, looking around and waiting for him. You lit up when you're phone dinged with a notification, but your smile fell as quickly as it came when you read the words. 'I'm running a bit late, but I'll be there soon, I swear'

Oh.

It really is a prank. He’s not coming.

You could feel your hands trembling as you looked down at your phone, feeling utterly betrayed as those tiny black words stared back at you.

What’s even worse is the fact that you realize that you feel betrayed by yourself, not him. You should have known better; you should have known that this would happen. Your brain preens at the realization that it was right – you weren’t someone worth his time - but your heart begins to develop that familiar ache it's gotten so accustomed to.

‘I’m so sorry, love. I’m nearly there, I promise.’

You can feel your eyes begin to brim with tears, but you can hear a tiny little voice in the back of your head telling you to wait for him - just to see. Maybe he really is running late. Maybe something came up. Maybe he's just as nervous as you are and he took to long to get ready.

Maybe, maybe, maybe...

Maybe you're just the idiot that can't seem to learn her lesson.

You take in a sharp inhale, steeling yourself as much as you can as you slip your phone into your purse, ignoring the incessant buzzing coming from within as you make your way inside the coffee shop.

You had spent so long getting ready - you weren't about to go home and waste all of your hard work just because of some idiot guy. No...you'd get yourself the coffee that you had been excited for.

Because you're all you have.

All you'll ever have, apparently.

You try to seem casual as you place your order, but even the barista can hear the waver in your voice and the way you look around the coffee shop, like you're waiting for some hidden group of friends to come out and laugh at you - the punchline to some sick joke.

But nothing comes, except for your coffee, which you take and shuffle over to some secluded corner where you can wallow on your own. Luckily for you, nobody seems to pay you any mind, even when the tears you had been holding back finally begin to slip down your cheeks and you have to take a sip your coffee to stop the sob that threatens to escape from your lips.

You're so lost in your own thoughts that you don't notice his form sprinting past the window beside you, but your head snaps up when the bell above the door jangles abruptly and the door slams against the wall.

Your heart practically leaps from your chest when you see how disheveled he looks - chest heaving as he wipes the sweat from his forehead, and he has...flowers. Sunflowers, to be specific. Your favorite.

He brought you flowers?

He stands in the doorway - ignoring the disapproving look that the barista sends his way as his head swivels around to look for you.

You begin to wipe at your tears hastily, partially hiding yourself from view as you curse quietly to yourself for ruining the makeup you had worked so hard on that morning.

Once his eyes land on you, you can see his eyes flash with relief before he begins to make his way over to you - murmuring politely 'excuse me' 'sorry, love' 'right behind you, darling' as he pushes through the tables that lie between the two of you.

“You’re still here! Oh thank god…here.” He pants breathlessly, holding out the sunflowers, which you take hesitantly – and he tries not to fall to his knees to beg for forgiveness when he sees the red rim beneath your eyes, or when he hears you sniffle quietly. "Oh, god, love…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I-"

You wave your hand pathetically, trying to brush off the fact that you had been crying - but for some reason you can't stop your lip from wobbling once more, though this time it was because of something you've never felt before. Something you couldn't name. But it felt like some old version of you was finally getting what she deserved.

Someone who actually liked her.

And poor Kyle - he can see how you're eyes are growing glossy again, and he thinks he's ruined absolutely everything.

"Ah, shit…” He motions to the bouquet pathetically, silently trying to communicate why it took him so long to get there, but he feels more and more like an idiot the longer he looks at it.

It’s not enough.

Maybe if he was late because of a thousand bouquets, he’d feel less guilty, but right now? Seeing you with tears streaming down your pretty face?

He wishes someone had run him over when he ran through oncoming traffic to get to you.

“Flowers. I was just trying to bring you flowers, a-and the woman – she was so old.” He blubbers, clearly still out of breath as he rests his hands against his hips, but he still scrambles over himself to try to explain the situation – honestly, he feels like he might faint with how flustered he is. “I wanted to do something nice for you, you know? Just to, you know...make up for everything. A-And I asked my idiot friend for advice, and I swear he must have it out for me – recommending a family friend…a bloody Mrs. Gillies-“

And the whole time he’s stumbling over his words, he’s just waiting for the moment where you stand up and throw those flowers right back in his face. Maybe your coffee for good measure. He feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest, but his rambling immediately comes to a halt when he sees your wobbling lips stretch into a smile.

You’re smiling.

Why on earth are you smiling?

He’s frozen in shock as he blinks down at you, and he swears his heart comes to a stop when you choke out a little laugh.

Oh, god, he’s done it now. You’ve lost it. He’s gone and made you absolutely lose your mind.

Your teary eyes meet his, and you give him a pitiful, watery smile that knocks the wind right out of him like a swift punch to the gut. It’s not until you open your mouth that his hands stop shaking, and he finally understands what mercy feels like.

“Mrs. Gillies?” You giggle out through your tears, bringing your hand up to wipe at your damp cheeks. You don’t seem like you’re mad at him. You should be, honestly – even he’s mad at himself. “Oh...well, no wonder you were late. She’s, uh…certainly a talker. I used to work with her when I was a teenager…surprised she’s still alive, honestly.”

He’s never felt himself relax so quickly in his life.

His shoulders drop as he lets out a breathless chuckle, thanking whatever god was listening that he hasn’t entirely screwed this up. He rubs the back of his neck nervously before he sits down across from you, flashing you a smile that shows how guilty he’s still feeling.

“God, I feel like such a prick. She just kept going on and on and I was losing my head thinking of you waiting on me, so I just…I just left her fifty quid and took the flowers while her back was turned.”

The laugh you let out is music to his ears, and he swears he must look like a love-struck puppy as he watches you lift your hand to cover up your sweet smile. One that he had worked so hard to try to pull out of you, even if you're still wiping the leftover tears away from your eyes.

He’ll get you to stop hiding it soon.

“You know, I bet she hasn’t even noticed that you left.” You keep your voice low as you lean in, like you’re scared she’ll somehow hear you speaking poorly of her, but it doesn’t stop you from giggling quietly to yourself. “She’s probably talking to a couple of lilies right now, thinking it’s you.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up into a small smirk as his eyes roam over your face, trying to take in every detail of the gorgeous smile pulling at your lips - the one that he finally gets the privilege to see. “Lilies? I’ll be honest, love, I always struck myself as the rose type.”

It’s such a stupid joke – one that he silently curses himself for the second it leaves his mouth – but you laugh so genuinely that he feels like the sun has burrowed itself in his chest. He knows he's gone the moment he realizes he'd do anything in the world to hear that sound spill from your lips just one more time.

“You look gorgeous, by the way. Absolutely stunning. Did you- you curled your hair didn't you? It looks nice..."

And instead of tensing up like you did before when he tried to compliment you, your smile turns shy and you hide your blush behind your mug as you take a sip - murmuring a bashful 'thank you' in response.

He feels like he could take over the bloody world with the way his chest swells in pride.

But his eyes flit down to your drink as you place it back down on the table, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear as you try to work up the courage to glance back up at him.

"That the drink I owe you?" He nudges his chin to gesture towards the coffee in your hands, still feeling a slight pang of guilt in his chest for being late and making you doubt yourself, and him.

But you just shrug your shoulders and give him a playful smile - one that makes his knees grow weak and his heart grow three sizes in his chest. "Should've been here on time."

Now it's his turn to laugh, and he shakes his head as he leans his arms against the table to tilt himself closer to you. "I should've. It's a shame, really...making an angel like you wait on me."

You let out a quiet scoff and roll your eyes, but there's no malice in it - especially when you sport another bright blush and supressed smile.

"Guess I still owe you, then." He murmurs softly, a bit more genuinely - just to show how serious he is about you.

He watches as you cast a glance over at the bright yellow bouquet you had propped up on the seat beside you, and he can see how hot your cheeks are, even as you hide your smile behind your hand - and he can’t help but smile along with you. He’d listen to that old woman talk for days just to fill every room in your place with sunflowers if it meant he could see that look on your face every time he saw you.

"I guess you do." You nod coyly as you run your thumb over the lip of your mug, finally pulling your eyes up to meet his. "You'll have to make it up to me next time...and don't be late."

Next time.

He huffs out another relieved laugh, already melting under your gaze as he brings his eyes up to meet yours.

"Wouldn't dream of it, love."

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait for this! I hit a block halfway through and was struggling to get my thoughts into words, but I hope this was okay! I’m not sure that there would be another part after this, unless some specific scenario between the two of them was requested. I also thought abt doing some random blurbs or headcannons with the two of them but idk! also the amount of Gaz + sunflower content I saw while writing this was insane. I’d like to think that everyone was blasted with a universal divine imagery of Gaz with sunflowers and everyone did their own thing and it’s all magical. Though, I also felt like I was going insane seeing everyone’s content bc I thought I was manifesting it. Anyway.

Taglist: @vixyyvix, @little-mini-me-world, @miyo-0oo, @milanriol, @z-wantstowrite, @nexthyperfix, @minminiie, @just-pure-trash, @the-ferret-of-fandoms, @my-anime-garden, @doinstime, @kaoyamamegami, @my-fandom-space (I did keep the ppl from the first part tagged even though it wasn’t requested, hope that's ok :)!)

#credits to @saradika-graphics for the divider!!#kyle garrick x insecure!reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick imagine #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #cod x reader #cod imagine #captainpriceslilwife

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cherryberry-sugarandspice · 9 months ago

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"Mommy didn't give you permission to touch yourself, now did I?"

Sugar Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: 500 follower celebration! Thank you so much lol I appreciate the love and support towards my stories!!

CW: magic sex, belly bulge, rough sex, punishment, oral, pussy slapping, overstimulation, use of mommy kink, tentacle-ish, enchanted strap, this is very smutty basically think of absolute filth, aftercare at the end

The response to your needy question is downright cruel.

No.

A simple one worded response that carries significant weight. You huff, brows furrowed, an angry gaze on the screen. Fingers tap against the screen quickly.

Please?

You wait for the other person to respond, eyes focused on the chat bubble that appeared. Your heart thumps against your chest, body exploding in heat and excitement. You expected the response you were hoping for, only to be disappointed once more.

I said no, love. You can wait.

You groan, the ache between your thighs ruthless and painful. Velvet heat leaking arousal, clit throbbing and poking out from between your glistening folds. The bundle of nerves rubs against your folds and you whimper, fighting the urge to reach down and rub yourself. You lay on the bed, naked, shaking legs spread wide open. You're desperate for relief. Huffing out breaths, face hot and body exploding with heat. Desire is brewing within you, begging for you to give to what it wants. Your fingers twitch, ready at a moment's notice to dive between your folds and pump in and out of your fluttering slit. Except you were told no.

Okay, Mommy. Come home soon.

Don't worry baby. I will. Keep that pretty cunt waiting for me.

You shut off your phone and slam it against the nightstand, rubbing your hands against your face. Your pussy sobs, practically begging for you to play with her. But you can't, because Wanda told you to wait. She'll be home soon to help bring you relief. You lay on your side, rubbing your thighs together, the friction barely there. You close your eyes, keeping your mind off your wet core, but your arm brushes against an erect nipple and it sends a shiver down your spine.

The simplest touch is enough for you to squirm, the fluttering of your leaking hole forcing you to bite back a whimper. Sensitive to the touch, gooseflesh trailing up your arms. Huffing out short breaths, chest heaving. The room is sweltering hot. Sweat coats your body. You're struggling, clearly, to focus on other things than how drenched your aching core is.

You continue to rub your thighs together, your hand massaging your breast, and you bite down on your lip, heat pooling in your stomach. Oh, how great it'll be to rub circles into your pulsing clit. To reach into the nightstand and shove a vibrator deep within yourself. Dirty thoughts fill your mind of the many things you could do to yourself. Hump a pillow. Bounce on a dildo. Perhaps run into the shower and hold the shower head against your cunt while it shoots water.

Remember, Wanda explicitly told you no. Once she gives you a firm order, that's it. No changing her mind or begging her to give in. Wanda herself is wanting to please you. She said she'll be home to take care of you. Just wait.

You're trying desperately to fight off the urge to touch yourself, but when you spread your thighs, they're cover in slick.

You sit up and spread yourself open, whimpering. You're soaking wet, clit neglected and throbbing heavily in vengeance. Heat engulfs your shivering body, sweat beading along your firey flesh. So wet. So desperate to be relieved. You trace a finger over your folds, shivering from the warm fluids that gush out of your hole from the motion.

Well...if you made yourself cum once, she won't know. It doesn't hurt to touch yourself in secret. You just need to hurry before she comes back home, which is soon.

Because if Wanda returned home during the moment you're relieving yourself, you'll be in big trouble.

You lay back and spread your legs open, slipping two fingers into yourself. They go in with ease, a wet shliiick emitting from your sopping wet cunt. Easily you're knuckle deep, gummy walls constricting around your fingers. You moan, the ache subsiding and replaced with tremendous pleasure.

This is what you needed.

The relief.

You pump your fingers in and out of your heat, back arched off the bed, raspy moans escaping your swollen lips. As you please yourself, you think about Wanda. Your sugar mommy. You picture her standing above you, grinding her pussy against yours, her head against her shoulders as her melodic, wanton moans fill the room. You pick up the pace of your fingers, thumb rubbing circles onto your clit.

"M-Mommy," you pant, picturing her hands gripping your hips in a bruising grip as she buries her thick strap deep into your cunt. The same strap that kisses your cervix, begging to enter deeper. You imagine that scenario, your pussy squirting at the thought of it. You cry out in pleasure, thinking of how hard she's pounding into your with her giant cock and how every thrust sends stars into your vision. "Oh, mommy, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Wanda is obliterating your cunt, the girthy strap rubbing against your clit. You cry out in pleasure, begging for her to show you no mercy. She pins your arms against your back and props one leg onto the mattress, drilling deeper and harder into your puffy sex. God, you need her.

While you're too busy getting yourself off, you didn't notice the flash of red appear in the room. Didn't notice Wanda, in her superhero suit, standing in the middle of the room, in front of the bed, watching in surprise at you finger fucking yourself. She shakes off the momentary shock before sauntering to the edge of the bed, hands on the bed frame, eyes on you as you finger yourself and whine 'mommy'.

She's smirking, one brow raised, wondering how much longer it'll take for you to notice she's back home. She rocks back and forth on her feet, unable to believe-yet able to-that you disobeyed her. She was eager to return home and fuck you, perhaps rewarding you for waiting patiently for her, yet here you are, being a bad girl.

Wanda eyes your two fingers buried deep in your weeping cunt, amused at how you're barely able to handle two of your own fingers when you've taken her fat cock perfectly fine. It's cute, really, and pathetic. A weak stream of cream shoots out of your cunt and she laughs airily, shaking her head.

"Poor baby, can't even get yourself to squirt properly," Wanda said with the click of her tongue.

Hearing her voice snaps you back to reality. You freeze, cunt squeezing around your fingers, and you lift your head up, wishing what you heard was your imagination. Yet there she was, standing at the foot of the bed staring at you. Her dark, heated gaze sends a shiver down your spine and you slowly pull your fingers out of yourself, gulping.

"I, um-"

"Mommy didn't give you permission to touch yourself, now did I?" she asks cooly, walking around the bed and sitting beside you. You attempt to sit up, but she places a hand on your chest and pushes you back down. "Well?"

A look of shame appears on your face and you're unable to meet her eye. "I couldn't help myself, mommy. I-I needed to relieve myself, and you said no-"

"Exactly," she said, cutting you clean off. Her playful expression melts away and she's stern, her fingers thrumming against your flushed chest. "I told you no, to wait for me, and what did you do?"

Pure hot shame burns into your cheeks now, words dying on the tip of your tongue. You stutter our your words and curse silently to yourself, hating that you're unable to speak. You're hoping she'll drop the question, except she places two fingers beneath your chin and forces you to meet her gaze, a brow raised. She's not going to repeat herself. She'll stare long enough until you break, and break you do.

"Mommy, I was so horny, I couldn't help it!" you defend yourself, and you're able to hear how pathetic you sound. You should be embarrassed by yourself, yet you continue to plead your case instead of apologizing for disobeying. "You were out at work and I needed to feel good and-"

"Baby, I didn't ask for excuses," she chides, standing up. She places her hands on her hips, eyeing your naked body. Her intense gaze sends goosebumps up your arms and you whimper involuntarily, pussy letting out a gush of fluids. Her silky curly hair brushes against the sides of her face while she shakes her head, clicking her fingers and a flash of red appears, her suit gone; leaving her standing naked in front of you.

The mere sight of her left your breathless. No longer is she trapping her soft, muscular body in her red suit. Your eyes gaze over the expanse of her olive brown skin, noting the muscles she's built up in her arms and back. Her plush thighs and rounded hips. She shakes her head and rubs the back of her neck, curls of brown hair bouncing by her movements. She twists her body to stretch and you indulge on her backside, biting down on your lip at the sight of her shapely ass.

Wanda sighs in relief, eyes half lidded and expression relaxed. It's nice to be free from a skin tight suit. She notices your awed expression and her lips curl into a small smile, green eyes brewing with desire. She grabs your ankle and pulls you down to the edge of the bed, caressing your inner thigh. "Remind me of what'll happen if you broke the most important rule," she demands, voice thick and dripping with lust. The most important rule was no touching yourself without permission, of course.

A rule that you knew and still disobeyed.

You shudder out a breath, body exploding in tingles and heat. "Punishment," you whisper, jumping when she lightly slaps your thigh. "I-I receive a punishment from mommy."

Wanda grins, nodding her head in confirmation. "That's right, baby, because you've been a naughty girl for mommy and mommy needs to punish you." She then softens, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "What's the safe word?" she whispers into your ear, her hand holding yours.

You smile, turning your head to nuzzle your nose against her cheek. "Red," you say, squeezing her hand affectionately.

"When can you use the safe word?"

"At any time."

"Good," she said, planting a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. "Just wanted to make sure you remember." If you felt pain, or were tired, or simply wanted to stop, you'll say the safe word and she'll stop. Doesn't matter if it's just starting or in the middle of sex. It's important that both parties are having fun.

Wanda sinks back into her dominant role, eyes flashing red. She reaches out a hand, the tips of her fingers sparking, and suddenly your arms are restrained above your head and your legs spread wide apart by tendrils of red. She licks her lips at the sight of you, trembling and helpless and soaking.

"Such a naughty, dirty girl," Wanda coos, her fingers trailing up and down your leg. "I wonder how I put up with you." She sits on her knees on top the mattress, close to you, and you couldn't help but stare at her pussy. You lick your lips, seeing that you're not the only one with a sopping wet cunt. Wanda notices where your gaze is and she laughs breathlessly. "You want a taste of mommy's cunt?"

You nod your head, eyes on her pussy. "Yes, please," you say almost too eagerly, and she clicks her tongue, reaching over to tap her finger on your chin.

"Do you think you deserve to eat mommy out? After doing what you did?"

"Well...mommy, please, maybe I can make you feel good and you can make me wait," you offer as a compromise.

"Oh, so you're deciding the punishment now?" she asks, raising her brow at you sternly. She'll admit, it's tempted to do it. To ride your tongue and leaving your leaking pussy aching. Hell, her cunt throbs at the thought of it, but ultimately, you're not in charge of deciding your punishment.

Before you would say anything, Wanda slips her thumb into your wet, warm mouth, causing you to whimper. You didn't hesitate to suck nosily on it. You swirl your tongue around her thumb and suction your lips, moaning, and she knows you're trying to get into her good graces. Wanda knows how much of an effect her pussy has on you, but did you really think she was going to let you have your way?

"Does you want something to suck on?" she purrs, pressing her thumb against your tongue.

A shiver runs down your spine, half-lidded eyes on her sultry face. You nod your head, moaning around her thumb. She removes her thumb and you expected her to shove her breast into your mouth, but a red tendril hovers above your mouth.

"I think this will do the job," she says, arms crossed over her chest. Droplets of substance leaks onto your face, the liquid warm and pleasant smelling. "They're a aphrodisiac, the liquid. Meant to increase your sexual desires," she explains. "Tastes really good, too." She says as if she's tried it before.

You stare up at the leaking red tendril, heart beating. The tendril doesn't move an inch but it pulses with life, light pink droplets continuing to spill onto your face. Delicious, Wanda claims. You peer over at the woman, who sits leisurely on her hip, legs tucked behind her, curly hair draped over her shoulder. She's humming quietly, green eyes focused on your expression and body language, her lips curved into a smile. She waits for you, of course, to give the go ahead. The lust burning in her eyes has your stomach doing a somersault, slit fluttering.

And you'll admit, it's definitely piqued your interest, this red tendril. This is the only tendril glistening, as the others holding you down are dry yet smooth and soft. You lean up to kitten lick the tip and whatever it's wet with melts onto your taste buds. Oh, it's heavenly. Sweet and smooth, the taste leaving you craving more.

"I like it," you gasp, licking up and down the tendril. Liquid fire courses through your veins, heat pulsing throughout your body. Your stomach twists and twitches, your hips shuddering. "I want it," you confirm, leaning back and opening your mouth. Saliva connects your lips together, tongue reaching out to lick it up.

Wanda caresses your trembling stomach. "That's my good girl."

The tendril pumps into your mouth and you moan, squirming against the mattress. The substance fills your mouth and you swallow it all, gasping, tongue swirling around the tendril. Swallowing the liquids causes the fires of pleasure to burst into untamable flames. Your flushed skin heats up tenfold, nipples erect and sensitive, sopping wet pussy gushing out arousal and clit throbbing out between your folds.

You moan around the tendril, arms and legs squirming in their restraints, breasts bouncing as your body jolts.

God, you're on fire and your cunt is aching. You whine, gasping for air when the tendril pulls back momentarily.

"M-Mommy, I'm so hot," you complain, trying to look over at Wanda, yet the tendril shoves itself back into your mouth, thrusting.

Wanda chuckles softly, the tips of her fingers gliding over your plush thighs. The slight contact is enough to get your back arched off the bed, fluids sprinkling out of your trembling pussy.

"So needy," Wanda teases, settling herself on her knees. Both hands now caress your thighs and a muffled moan emits from you, eyes fluttering shut. You suck on the tendril, swallowing it's sickly sweet substance that enhances your senses. You gasp when you feel two more squeeze your breasts, their tips rolling your nipples in painfully slow circles. The toying of your breasts adds onto the stimulation and you shudder, chest heaving.

Wanda places two fingers on your pussy lips and spreads you open with a wet 'shliick', teeth biting down on her bottom lip at the glorious sight: slit leaking and fluttering, clit pulsing, desperate to be touched, and when she spreads you open further, she catches a glimpse of your gummy walls, watching as they clamp around air.

She moans at the sight, fighting back the urge to bury her face deep into your pussy. "Mm, dirty dirty girl," she laughs breathlessly, licking her lips. She squeezes your filthy cunt in her hand and you whine, squirming against her hand. "Mommy is going to give you a few spankings, and you're going to take them like the naughty girl you are."

Wanda removes her hand, your sticky fluids connecting her palm to your glistening folds. She tongues the inside of her check, bringing her palm up to her face to observe the secretions you left behind.

"Dirty little whore."

With that being said, she lands a gentle yet firm smack against your filthy cunt, arousal sprinkling everywhere.

A muffled yelp emits from you, body squirming. Wanda smacks your sopping wet pussy once more and she muses over how puffy your dirty cunt becomes.

Two red tendrils begin to massage your body, pressing against your waist and smoothing over your stomach. You moan from the added stimulation, body sweltering in heat, tingling all over.

Wanda continues to spank your heat, eating up your muffled cries and moans. She's not harsh, but the stinging pain is there. A wonderful feeling added to the throbbing of your clit and fluttering hole.

She licks her hand and lands one more blow onto your cunt, nearly jumping in surprise when your pussy squirts.

"Dirty girl...you love it when mommy spanks your pussy, hm?"

Her green eyes trail up your body when you don't immediately respond and see you've lost yourself in sucking the tendril off, eyes rolled to the back of your head. A mixture of spit and the substance coats your chin and cheeks, neck and the top of your chest covered in the mixture.

Wanda shakes her head, clicking her fingers. The tendril pulls out and disappears now that it's completed it's job. "Look at the mess you made," she playfully chides, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at her. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

You mumble something and she quirks a brow. "Hm? What was that?"

"Sit on my face," you huff out, more clearly now. You lick your lips, staring at her with such intensity it sends a shiver down her spine. "Mommy, please, I w-want to taste you. I'm so hungry for you." Wanda hears the desperation in your voice. The burning desire. Your hands clench, and she knows if it weren't for the tendrils restraining you, she'll be on her back and your hands pushing against her plush thighs, tongue eagerly lapping up her juices.

You drop your eyes down to her cunt and lick your lips slowly and delicately, which allows her the brief indulgence of picturing your tongue doing the exact thing to her dripping pussy. She rolls her bottom lip between her incisors- she'll never deny that you're amazing at giving head. You're practically eating her out nearly all the time.

She pretends to consider your request, tapping her finger against her chin. This is a punishment, not a reward. You've done something you weren't supposed to, and need to be a taught a lesson for being a naughty.

Which is why she lights up with an idea.

Wanda kisses the corner of your mouth, giggling when you try to chase after her lips with your own. "You want to eat mommy's pussy that badly, hm?"

You nod your head fervently, practically drooling at the thought of devouring her delectable cunt. "Yes! Oh, yes, please," you beg oh so pathetically, the most delicious submissive expression on your heated face. "Please, please let me make you feel good, mommy."

Wanda blows air against your neck and you gasp lightly, chest rubbing against hers.

"You're adorable when you beg, my love," Wanda sensually says, placing her knees on either side of your head, her wet pussy in perfect view. Your breath quickens, eagerly awaiting for her to plant herself right on your mouth. "Except naughty girls don't get what they want."

Wanda hovers above your face and begins to finger herself. She pumps two fingers in and out of her slit, head falling back on her shoulders. Her sweat covered body trembles as she pleases herself, wanton moans spilling from her lips.

You watch her fingers burrow themselves deep into her velvet heat, wet squelches emitting from the motion. You whine in protest, brows furrowed, and attempt to lean up to lick her clit, except a red tendril wraps around your throat and pulls you back, preventing you from tasting her.

"Mommy, mommy please," you plead with her, squirming exceptionally hard against the restraints. "Sit on my face! Let me make you feel good!"

Wanda ignores your pretty pleas, too focused on the way her joints brush along her g-spot and her knuckles repeatedly bumping against her throbbing clit. Heat engulfs her body and she chokes on a moan, hips stuttering. Sweet nectar drips onto your face and you desperately catch every drop, wishing her cunt was suffocating you at this very moment.

Instead you're forced to watch Wanda please herself, her pretty moans echoing in the room. She's cruel for this. While you lay restrained, she's bouncing on her fingers, leaking all over your face. You ache for her to ride your tongue, but all you can do is watch this wonderful yet cruel show.

"Yes! Yes!" Wanda keened, hunched in on herself. "Feels so good! So good! Ah!" Soon she's squirting all over your face with a loud scream, and you're attempting to catch every drop of her fluids, not daring to let any to go to waste. She sits back on your stomach, catching her breath.

You lick your lips, frowning. "Mommy," you mumble, squirming. "You're mean to me."

She laughs at your claim, shaking her head. "Oh, am I mean?" she teases, gently caressing her folds and satisfied at the neediness brewing up in you. "Well, maybe you should've thought of that before disobeying mommy, hm?" She sits up and brushes her knuckles along your cheek, green eyes gleaming with mischief. "I was very disappointed to see that." And aroused, too, of course.

Shame burns into your cheeks again and you look away, lips pursed. "I-I couldn't wait any long, mommy," you defend. "I was...thinking about you. Thinking about the things you could do to me."

Wanda hums in response to that, recalling your pretty moans and whimpers of 'mommy'. She begins to kiss your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. "Tell mommy every naughty thought you had," she murmurs, licking over a vein. "Mommy wants to know how dirty her girl is."

A tremor runs through your body and you gasp, arching your breast up into your mouth as she sucks on a nipple. You breath heavily, gulping, unsure how to bring up the imagery of Wanda pounding your pussy into oblivious. It's embarrassing to admit out loud what you were thinking, which is exactly what Wanda wants.

She swirls her tongue around your belly button, smirking at your breathless gasps. "Well?" she asks, voice husky in desire. She's hovering above your weeping cunt, half hooded eyes trained on your face. "Aren't you going to tell mommy your dirty thoughts?" She licks a stripe up your pussy and you cry out, hole fluttering and gushing out fluids. "Tell mommy every naught thought you had while mommy eats you out..."

Her lips attach to your damp pussy, a moan eliciting from the both of you. Her tongue laps over your leaking slit, sweet juices melting onto her taste buds heavenly.

You tell her every dirty thought you had of her while her tongue pumps into your pussy. With a strained voice, you moan about her thrusting into you with the big strap on, the one with ridges, pinning you down and completely obliterating you. Drool trickles down your chin, breasts bouncing with your movements. She's devouring your pussy as if this were her final meal; sucking on your bundle of nerves, spreading your lips and mouthing at your hole, licking all over your dirty cunt before burying her face back into it.

Your filthy cunt is a mess of fluids and saliva, clit pulsating and hole clenched around her tongue. Your wanton moans fill the room, your jumps and thrashing causing the bed to creak.

Wanda isn't holding back.

She's sloppily eating you out, fingers pressed into your plush thighs. She opens her eyes half-way to stare up at you, laughing breathily at your wanton expression. You might enjoy eating her out, but she believes she takes the cake for pussy eating.

Pretty cunt squirming against her mouth, clit jumping every time she swirls her tongue around it. She takes note of your wetness and how you're practically squirting the entire time. Your moans and squeals spur her on and even after you cum, she can't stop. She's not sure if she's able to physically remove herself off your delectable pussy that beckons for her to devour.

You heave out a gasp, back inches off the bed as her lips wrap around your clit for what seems like the millionth time and sucks harshly. Your poor bundle of nerves throbs pathetically, over stimulation wracking through it. Your puffy sex is weeping, every lick and suck and kiss causing you to jerk and cry out.

"M-Mommy! Too much! It's too much!" you mewl, struggling against your restraints.

All Wanda has to do is place a hand on your belly and warmth spreads through your veins, the over stimulation disappearing. It's as if she's eating you out for the first time tonight and your eyes roll back, tongue slipping out to coat your chin in spit.

"Mommy's finished when she's finished," Wanda mumbled from between your folds, fixing at sultry gaze on your flushed face. "Unless you don't like mommy eating you out?" She does the worst thing possible and moves her mouth off your soaking cunt and you shake your head.

"No! No don't stop!"

"Mmm, that's what I thought," she purrs right before plopping her mouth right back on your puffy sex.

The world spins as she devours you over and over again, using her magic to reset your pussy. The pleasure is endless and you're greedy for it. You don't want it to end. You want her all to yourself and to never stop licking your pussy.

However, after your eight orgasm, she doesn't soothe you again. She lets you feel the over stimulation, pussy throbbing against your mouth and you screaming at the top of your lungs. God, it's heavenly, though. The feeling of over stimulation after cumming multiple times without that exact relief afterwards. She doesn't keep eating you out after getting you to cum again.

Wanda reluctantly removes herself off your cunt, licking her lips. Half her face is coated in your delicious juices, and she allows herself the briefest moment of observing your cunt. Throbbing. Swollen. Soaking wet. Clit poking through your puffy folds and twitching. She moans at the sight and gives your poor pussy a slap.

"We'll have to do that again soon," she says, standing off the bed and stretching out her body.

You sigh out a breath, nodding in agreement. To your surprise, while Wanda slips into a strap, a red tendril brings up a glass of water to your lips. You happily accept the cold water and relief floods through your body as the cold liquid fills your body. Your heart melts a bit, because Wanda is taking care of you.

Said woman stands at the edge of the bed, wearing your favorite thick strap with the ridges. You whimper at the sight, pussy quivering. She wraps her hand around the girth and whispers something in a language you don't understand, eyes and hand glowing red. Light flashes around the dildo, causing it to throb once before settling down.

"You enchanted it?" you ask as she climbs into the bed, slicking her cock up with lube. She's extra generous with it, going as far as to pour some onto your cunt.

"Mmhmm," she says, positioning the tip at your entrance. She snaps her fingers and all the tendrils disappear, freeing you from the restraints. "I enchanted it so I'm able to feel your pretty little pussy squeezing around me." She shivers in excitement, tonguing the inside of her cheek, one brow raised. She's dying to try this.

"That's kinda cool," you chuckle, cheeks flushed as she peppers kisses into the side of your face. Her body hovers above yours, tapping your legs to have them wrap around your waist.

Her lips hover above your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not going to hold back," she whispers, nibbling on your lobe. "Mommy's going to make sure you know nothing else but my cock."

She teasingly rubs her cock between your folds and you moan, legs tightening around her waist. "O-Oh, yes, mommy."

"This is your punishment for being a dirty girl and touching yourself," she purrs, tapping her cock against your clit. "Only mommy touches her dirty girl." She licks your neck and repositions herself back at your entrance, tip poking your. "You want mommy's cock, hm? Want mommy to fuck you with her big, fat cock?"

You nod desperately, bucking your hips. "Please!"

"If only you could be good like this all the time," she chuckles, and then she shoves herself in.

Her cock enters with a loud wet squelch, her girth spreading your gummy walls apart. You let out a gasp, arms immediately going to wrap around her neck for support; chest arches into hers, breasts rubbing against each other. The warmth and tightness of your cunt sends her spiraling, her mouth dropping open to choke out a moan.

"So tight," Wanda pants, rolling her hips to allow you to adjust to her size, "and you're so wet." She laughs breathlessly, face pressed against the side of your face. "Does mommy make you this way?"

She's only half-way in and god you're stuffed. "Y-Yes," you rasp, holding onto her for dear life. "Mommy makes my pussy so wet!"

She nibbles on your jawline, her hands gripping the bed sheets. "Your pussy feels sooo good," she coos, almost like she's drunk off the feeling of your dirty cunt. "Oh, mommy is going to destroy you, baby."

The moment Wanda bottoms out, she's thrusting into you, the force of your hips causing your body to rock up and down the bed. A bulge had formed in your belly, which disappears and reappears with her thrusts. Her cock drags against your velvety walls, her tip kissing your cervix.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" you scream out, head falling back against your shoulders.

Wanda captures your lips for a heated kiss, swallowing up every sinful noise you make. You kiss her back hungrily, the back of your heel bumping into her ass cheek, encouraging her further. Tongues graze against each other, swirling around the other before entering each other's mouths.

Wanda keeps herself propped up on her forearms, cock drilling deep into your puffy sex. Your filthy cunt froths on her cock, coating her cock in white cream, which she fucks back into you. Squelching noises emit from your pussy, arousal sprinkling everywhere.

You break away from the kiss to gasp for air, dropping your head back further to allow her lips to plant scorching kisses upon your neck.

"Mommy loves your pussy," she murmurs into the crook of your neck, grabbing one of your legs to hook over your shoulder. "Mommy can't get enough...oh god!"

As promised, Wanda obliterates your sloppy pussy. She puts you in all sorts of positions, but her favorite is you face down ass up, her hands on your hips and forcing you to meet her powerful thrusts.

She teases you relentlessly.

"Aww, poor baby can't handle mommy's cock?"

"Is mommy's cock too big?"

"Oh, you love mommy's cock!"

Wanda is either pressing on the stomach bulge or has you press down on it, as your pussy clamps down harder on her cock from it.

Your sinful moans bounce around the room mixed in with her own. Thanks to the enchantment on her cock, she's able to feel your velvet heat. Gummy walls clenched tightly around her girth. Pretty pussy dripping wet. Warmth enveloping her massive cock. The ridges on her cock rubs against all the right spots and you're sobbing into the mattress about how good you feel.

At this point, the two of you lost count of each other's orgasms. The pleasure and over stimulation felt too good to focus on that.

Wanda made sure to remember why it's important to obey her rules, because if you're good for her, it's simple: good girls receive rewards. What do bad girls receive? Punishment, obviously. It was clear enough when you watched her finger herself and you weren't allowed to eat her out. That was pure torture watching her heavenly pussy leak above you and you couldn't do anything about it.

And now she has you pressed into the mattress, destroying your pussy.

"Do you promise not to break any of mommy's rules?" she questioned, giving your ass a firm smack. She rolls her hips and slams her cock into you, barely giving you the chance to answer.

"Ah! I-I'll try not to, mommy!"

"That wasn't a promise."

You bite down on your lip, eyes rolled to the back of your head. You can't make a promise you're not going to keep. Not anytime soon will you break a rule, but if you want mommy to get rough with you, then what else are you to do?

Wanda clicks her tongue, chest heaving. Sweat rolls down the sides of her face and she licks sweat off her top lip, shaking her head. "You're mommy's naughty girl, hm?"

She flips you onto your back and presses your legs into your chest, her feet on either side of your hips. She thrusts deep into your abused pussy, her cock absolutely destroying you.

"It's a good thing mommy is here to put you in your place," she pants, head falling down as the warmth of your cunt is too much.

The two of you say nothing except create the beautiful melody of sinful moans. Soon, for one final time, the two of you cum together with loud screams. Wanda's body shakes and she falls onto her side, cock sliding out of you with a loud wet 'shliiick'.

Your legs drop down, twitching, and you stare up at the ceiling, desperately trying to catch your breath. Both you and Wanda stay like that for five minutes, bodies spent and covered in sweat.

Soon, she scoots over to you, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you against her. She nuzzles her nose against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss into it.

"Feeling okay?" she whispers, cupping your cheek and having you look at her.

You give her a tired smile, pressing your forehead against hers. "Never better," you mumble, capturing her lips for a quick, delicate kiss before wrapping your arms around her and cuddling her.

An hour later the two of you are showered, in t-shirts and replenished with food and water, now entangled in each other's limbs and watching a movie.

Wanda scratches at your back, laying her head against yours, and your arms and legs wrap around her, head resting on her shoulder.

"I love you, (reader)."

"I love you too, Wanda."

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ladsarchivee · 2 months ago

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m1ckeyb3rry · 10 months ago

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Series Synopsis: A series of (mostly) unrelated one shots, featuring Oliver Aiku somehow getting involved with the love lives of various Blue Lock characters — whether he wants to or not.

SHOEI BAROU | AO3

SAE ITOSHI | AO3

TABITO KARASU | AO3

REO MIKAGE | AO3

SEISHIRO NAGI | AO3

EITA OTOYA | AO3

KENYU YUKIMIYA | AO3

OLIVER AIKU | AO3

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moonyskarma · 1 month ago

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dating history in my . . . SINGER REALITY

─ the real list is short, despite what critics may say. the speculated list, however? well, that's another thing. love stories built from lies and paparazzi propaganda. shall we start with what's real?

⋮ ⌗ . . . jamie campbell bower

jamie and i met through mutual friends when i was seventeen. i fell in love with him almost immediately—but thought we would never happen, since he was... well, older. he was twenty-nine when we first met.

in november 2019, 7 months after my 18th birthday, jamie and i publicized our relationship that had begun in august. he was everything i wanted in a boyfriend—charming beyond belief, ever so respectful, the sweetest man i knew. my london boy.

many critics didn't agree with our relationship, especially due to the age gap (twelve years). hateful articles claimed jamie was pedophilic, that he was taking advantage of me.

let it be known that none of that was true.

towards the end of our relationship, jamie and i began to want different things. he was in his early thirties at this time, and was thinking about settling down. i was nineteen, and didn't want that at all.

thus began the beginning of the end. a publicized breakup in august of 2021, an on-and-off situationship that didn't truly end until august of 2022.

arguably the worst time of my life was the breakup.

written about him . . .

╰┈➤ butterflies (august 8, 2020) — my debut album

╰┈➤ casual? (september 10, 2022) — my first EP

╰┈➤ the exit (january 11, 2023) — my first single

╰┈➤ mirrorball (december 1, 2023) — my second EP

╰┈➤ all too well (june 3, 2024) — my second single

╰┈➤ ghosts (august 18, 2024) — my second album

╰┈➤ naked (january 23, 2025) — my third single

as you can probably tell, getting over him and the relationship was a very long (and difficult) process.

p.s. he never did settle down, after all. not without me.

⋮ ⌗ . . . yungblud, aka dominic harrison

dom came to one of my shows in 2020. it was my first tour, while he'd been touring before, and he gave me tons of advice. we really hit it off, and became extremely close. he's one of my closest friends.

again, we're seen together a lot. both of us are rather physical people, i suppose, so sometimes it kind of looks like we're all over each other. (i fear we are)

i'll admit, we have hooked up a few times. nothing serious, no real feelings involved, just... best friends. (with benefits). was he my rebound after jamie? maybe. did he just... happen to be there when i needed someone? also maybe.

⋮ ⌗ . . . charles leclerc

charles and i met years before we became friends, when i was about twelve and he was fourteen. i'd always been interested in motorsport, and began following his career when he was still in karting. the first time we met was in his last year of karting, when my father arranged a little meet and greet because he knew i had a little crush on charles.

our meeting wasn't anything special. a picture together. he complimented my ferrari t-shirt, and I told him he was going to become my favorite formula one driver one day. he laughed, said "we'll see about that", and that was that.

we met again in 2021 at the silverstone grand prix, a few months before jamie and i publicized our breakup. nothing happened, of course. he was in a relationship at the time, as was i. we became friends, though, occasionally hanging out when he had time between races.

it wasn't until about 2024 that we became much closer. he had broken up with his girlfriend in 2023, and i was still grieving the loss of my relationship with jamie. we began dating casually — i'd come to some of his races when i could, he came to a few of my shows, we'd meet for lunch or dinner.

casual dating turned into serious dating. love letters he'd read before races, whispers that i was his lucky charm, flying back and forth to see him. we publicized our relationship in april of 2025, but it had been going on since about february when we spent valentines day together.

he's my everything. my world. the air i breathe. my soulmate, of course.

written about him . . .

╰┈➤ fever dream (november 9, 2025) — my third album

╰┈➤ better people to leave on read (september 2, 2026) — my fourth single

there will definitely be more written about him as our relationship progresses !!

⋮ ⌗ . . . billie eilish

billie and i have known each other since we were really young, and we've been best friends ever since. she's definitely my platonic soulmate, but that's it.

billie was my first kiss when we were teenagers — her 13, me 15 — but we never had feelings for each other.

since me and her are so close and are seen together all the time, the media loves to assume we're dating.

like, no. platonic friendships exist.

⋮ ⌗ . . . timothée chalamet

timmy and i met years ago, when we were teenagers. we've been friends ever since. he's practically part of my family, like one of my brothers.

honestly, it's kind of gross how the media takes things out of context. a photo from my instagram of timothée and i in a hotel room, cropped to exclude my brother, is pretty much the only "evidence" of our so-called love affair

⋮ ⌗ . . . thomas depp

this one's just diabolical. THAT IS MY TWIN BROTHER. saw articles about our "romance" and lost my actual mind because what the fuck...

the only reason this speculation began is because some random news platform took a photo of me kissing tom on the cheek and ran with it. HUHHH.

disgusting. like um. what the fuck. and when they were called out THEY DOUBLED DOWN IT AND TRIED TO MAKE OUT LIKE TOM AND I WERE ACTUALLY DATING AND IT WAS TWINCEST. sued them so hard for this shit because no actual way...

no you did not see yungblud switch categories what are you talking about xx

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elysian-fawn · 5 months ago

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⟣ 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍'𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 ⟢

user 𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏-𝒇𝒂𝒘𝒏 invites you to let her read your cards pertaining to you and your sweetheart's relationship this valentine's week ! spanning from questions about how they truly feel about you in the midst of your slowburn arc to the butterflies that swarm in their stomach from something you do , you're sure to be left with a heartwarming and giddy message !

▸ duration : 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 , 𝑓𝑒𝑏. 𝟏𝟎 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ─ 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦 , 𝑓𝑒𝑏. 𝟏𝟒 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ▸ status : closed !

ℛ𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ⦂

› send in an ask & you do not have to come off of anon if you choose ꒰ though if you choose to remain on anon : please give yourself a markerﾉemojiﾉkaomoji or wtv !! ꒱ , however please specify which dr you wish to get a reading for and your specific sig. other <3 › you can only request up to two things

ℳ𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 ⦂

› req's are bumped up to a v special 4 (˶ > ₃ < ˶) ᰔ ˖⁺‧₊ › you can ask about more than one dr s/o <3 ꒰ my limit atm i think will be ~ 3 !! ꒱

𐔌 . ⋮ 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ꒱

✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟏 ✉︎ ⟡ ( if unscripted ) what brings the two of you together ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟐 ✉︎ ⟡ what romance trope does your relationship mirror ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟑 ✉︎ ⟡ what role do you each respectively play in the relationship ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟒 ✉︎ ⟡ what specific habit of yours/thing about you makes their heart skip a beat ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟓 ✉︎ ⟡ what does life in general feel like with them ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟔 ✉︎ ⟡ which of your qualities do they like the most ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟕 ✉︎ ⟡ what's their favourite way to express their love for you ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟖 ✉︎ ⟡ what's the biggest challenge you may face in this relationship ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟗 ✉︎ ⟡ how do they feel about you deep down ? ✉︎ 𝐧𝐨. 𝟏𝟎 ✉︎ ⟡ what's the first thing they noticed about you ?

fawn's note : oh gosh the last time i gave a friend a reading was like nearly 3 years ago =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) i will try my very best to ensure that it is as accurate as i can get ,, but my reading skills are rusty & i'm using this as an exercise to better them (ᵕ—ᴗ—) to make up for that , i will be including channelled songsﾉsongs that speak 2 me when doing the reading hehe <3

#── ⌕ ⌜ 𝖿𝖺𝗐𝗇'𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 ⌟ 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹#shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting community #desired reality #shifting realities #shifting blog #shifting #credits to @saradika-graphics for the cutesy wavy heart divider !!

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voxofthevoid · 4 months ago

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WIP Wednesdays are back on now that I'm done with the demon AU and once again tackling my ever-expanding list of plot bunnies. I desperately need some shorter projects, so I first picked what will essentially be a pair of sister oneshots with cross-dressing as the central premise—Yuuji in a skirt and then Gojou in a dress. The fics themselves won't be connected in-universe; it's just a shared premise.

I'm nearly done with the first oneshot—a couple more writing sessions and it'll be over, I reckon. So you get skirt-wearing Yuuji this week. Hopefully, I'll be able to post Gojou in a dress next week, but who knows.

Anyway, here comes Skirtfic Wednesday #1—the following scenes are mostly gen interactions between the Tokyo trio, Gojou, and Nanami.

“Why’s he the only one getting fake boobs?” Yuuji asks—he isn’t really sure if he’s envious or not, but it feels like he should ask anyway.

“Your tits are fat enough,” Kugisaki shoots back irritably. “This guy’s as flat as a board.”

Fushiguro doesn’t look too bothered by that assessment. Then again, he’s been staring up at the ceiling for a while now like he can will the wooden beams to fall down and put him out of his misery, so Yuuji’s doubtful whether he even heard her.

But he’s not really doing anything to stop Kugisaki either, even though she’s got both hands stuffed up his shirt. They form weird, squirmy bulges under the silken fabric of the blouse. The one Yuuji’s wearing is pretty tight, especially around the shoulders and chest, but Fushiguro’s has got a little more room—enough for Kugisaki’s arms to not rip anything at least.

Just then, she grumbles something indistinct and takes one arm out, only to stick it down his shirt instead. This time, Yuuji can see a distinct curve form on the left side of Fushiguro’s chest.

“That looks kinda dirty,” he comments. “Like you’re molesting him.”

“Itadori,” she grits out, “shut up.”

Fushiguro hasn’t taken his eyes off the ceiling, but he looks a little more dead-eyed.

After a few more seconds, Kugisaki lets out a semi-satisfied huff and takes her hands out. She pats the chest stuffing over the blouse, and if anything, it looks even dirtier now, like she’s squeezing Fushiguro’s tits. But she was right earlier—Fushiguro kinda doesn’t have anything there. Even these visuals can’t overpower that knowledge.

Kugisaki steps back then, her hands on her hips as she looks Fushiguro up and down. “It’ll do.”

Fushiguro makes a noise that could be acknowledgment, could be despair.

Yuuji checks his phone. “Let’s go then. We’re already late.”

“And whose fault is that?” Kugisaki asks.

“Uh, yours?”

“Huh?!”

“What?” Yuuji holds up his arms defensively. “You’re the one who wanted to give Fushiguro tits!”

“Did you see how that blouse hung on him? Do you know how much time I spent finding outfits that’d fit the two of you? Like hell am I letting his flat chest ruin my hard work. It’s bad enough that we aren’t wearing gloves.”

“Fine, fine…” Yuuji stands up. His skirt immediately pulls up. “Kugisaki, this thing barely covers my dick. I’m gonna flash people.”

She growls. “It’s not my fault you have a third fucking leg.”

“It’d be fine if you didn’t make me wear panties! What’s wrong with boxers?”

“Who wears boxers with a skirt, you moron? And don’t blame the damn outfit! Look at how much more modest Fushiguro is.”

Yuuji looks dutifully at Fushiguro, who’s gone back to staring up at the ceiling—if he ever stopped at all.

“You okay, man?”

“I want,” Fushiguro says calmly, “to die.”

Yuuji blinks. “That’s no good. Anyway, you look really pretty!”

Fushiguro makes a noise. Kugisaki snorts.

“You look really great too, Kugisaki,” Yuuji tells her.

She looks the best out of them three. It’s not just that she’s pretty, it’s also that she’s the only one of them whose frame suits these outfits. Sailor Senshi are all women, and these uniforms are clearly designed for people with a lot more chest and a lot less between their legs than Fushiguro and Yuuji.

Kugisaki fills it out really well. Fushiguro looks fine from the waist below—he’s really got the legs for this, all pale and toned—but whatever Kugisaki’s done to his chest doesn’t really look…organic. Yuuji’s own blouse threatens to rip along the seams at his shoulders whenever he so much as breathes, and he keeps needing to adjust his dick so it won’t just flop around and out of the tiny red skirt.

“Of course I do,” she says, flipping her hair with a smirk. “Now, stop ogling or I’ll nail your eyes shut.”

Technically, they’re working tonight.

Yuuji’s heard a lot about Halloween in Tokyo, especially Shibuya, but this isn’t really anything like the stories—mostly because they’re staying in the campus instead of going to the city. When Yuuji asked about it, Gojou said the day itself is meaningless to curses, despite the spookiness of it all, but the sheer amount of fear-focused activity usually leads to heightened curse activity that lasts for weeks. It’s apparently common for sorcerers to increase patrols in major hotspots on the night of October 31.

But the patrols happen in shifts, and there’s plenty of time in between for some fun.

It was Gojou who proposed a costume party within campus. Kugisaki and Yuuji both leaped at the chance; Fushiguro didn’t outright refuse. The second years were easy enough to rope in, and the third and fourth years aren’t around anyway. Yuuji has no idea how Gojou convinced the principal, but he suspects Panda was involved.

Yuuji’s just glad it’s happening. He’s never really done anything for Halloween before. A couple of times in middle school, his classmates organized something, but those usually overlapped with the hospital visiting hours. Yuuji would go home afterward and curl up with some scary movies…but he did that all the time anyway.

This is different. His friends are here. His teacher is—

“A vampire!” Yuuji crows, taking in Gojou’s costume. “Sensei, you look so cool!”

Gojou blinks. He seems to unfreeze. He sucks in a large breath too, chest swelling noticeably. He must be really dedicated to playing the part if he stopped breathing on seeing them.

At his side, Nanami looks a little constipated.

Gojou comes fully back to life then, bowing with a little flourish. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Suck-up,” Kugisaki mutters from beside Yuuji. “He looks lame. Who the hell thinks a cape is cool?”

“I do,” Yuuji admits cheerfully. “You look good too, Nanamin—but what are you?”

“Myself—”

“A salaryman.” It’s Gojou who answers, throwing an arm around Nanami’s shoulder; Nanami’s expression sours further. “Nanamin’s feeling nostalgic.”

“Do not call me that, Gojou-san.”

“But Yuuji can?”

“Do not put words in my mouth either.”

“It’s a nice suit,” Yuuji says, used by now to breaking up this back-and-forth before it escalates too much. He’s with Gojou on finding it entertaining, but Nanami never seems to have any fun, and that makes Yuuji feel bad, sometimes. And tonight’s supposed to be about having fun. “I like your tie.”

Nanami looks down at his tie. It’s plain, for a change, and the color is a dark, understated grey. Despite Nanami denying being in a costume, Yuuji’s sure he did dress up as a salaryman. No way would Nanami wear such a tame tie otherwise. Plus, he’s switched out his usual near-opaque glasses for a black-rimmed pair that makes him look quite distinguished.

“…Thank you, Itadori-kun,” Nanami says almost grudgingly, looking back up at Yuuji’s face. Then his gaze shifts, fixing blankly on some point above Yuuji’s head.

He’s about to ask what Nanami thinks of his costume when Gojou says, “And what are you, my cute little students?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kugisaki takes a step forward, cocking one hip and placing her hand on it. She gestures at Yuuji and Fushiguro with the other. Yuuji takes up position on her right. Fushiguro needs a little nudge but does shuffle forward to match him on her left. “We’re Sailor Senshi.”

Gojou laughs. His eyes are glittering. They’re bare, no blindfold or sunglasses in sight, and Yuuji’s used to his hair falling into his eyes when his whole face is exposed like this, but with Gojou’s hair slicked back, there’s no protection at all from the starbright shine of all those impossible blues.

Yuuji swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

“—without the wigs, but let’s see if I can get this right,” Gojou’s saying. He stretches out an arm, pointing at Kugisaki. “Sailor Moon.” The arm slides to Fushiguro. “Jupiter.” Then to Yuuji. “Mars.”

“That’s right!” Yuuji cheers, striking a pose—he has to fight back a wince when the seams at his right shoulder make a very soft noise. Ignoring it, he asks, “Do you like it, Gojou-sensei?”

Gojou’s grin has frozen on his face. He seems to have stopped breathing again.

“Oh my god,” Kugisaki hisses.

“Itadori-kun,” Nanami says tightly, “please pull your skirt down.”

“Oops.” Yuuji tugs the skirt back down. It doesn’t help much. He reaches under and shoves his bits back into his panties. Someone makes a soft, strangled noise. “Sorry, it’s this skirt, it’s so—”

“Perfect,” Gojou says, and his voice is so breathy that Yuuji stops what he’s doing, his head snapping up to Gojou. “It’s perfect.”

Nanami turns his head toward Gojou very slowly, an incredulous glare plastered on his face.

“Pervert,” Kugisaki deadpans.

“Huh?” Yuuji looks at her. “Who?”

Her eyes narrow. “Both of you.”

Yuuji blinks. “But Fushiguro hasn’t done anything. You’re the one who gave him tits.”

Her hand flies to her pouch of nails. “You little—”

Wheezing laughter answers that, the cadence of it very familiar. Sure enough, when Yuuji turns to look at Gojou, he’s doubled over, laughing quietly and apparently uncontrollably.

Nanami stares down at him for a moment and then turns on his heels, walking away without a word.

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