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[beidousbeloved]

♡ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 & 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 + 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬 ♡

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ･:*:･ﾟnami & nico robin x afab!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ･:*:･ﾟdom!robin & dom!nami, poly relationship, sex toys {strap on, vibrators}, vaginal sex, praise, squirting, implied multiple orgasms

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ･:*:･ﾟ0.8k+

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ･:*:･ﾟpreferred to stay anonymous

“𝐂’𝐌𝐎𝐍, 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒” robin coos, smirking down at your meek form. you feel so small in comparison and it doesn’t help that you’re in nothing but your underwear as robin speaks. “the least you could do is give them a try”.

you whimper as your eyes nervously flicker toward the abundance of sex toys the two ladies have laid out in front of you. they all ranged in size and function. there was no doubt in your mind that robin and nami wanted to test each one on you. you felt like their little pet, something they could play with.

a shiver runs up your spine as you feel nami’s breath fan across the back of your neck. “don’t be shy,” she whispers as she sits behind you, keeping your back rested against her chest. “we’ll even let you pick. tell robin which one you want her to use on you”.

gulping down your nerves, you watch as robin’s fingers glide along the toys. you’re not sure what comes over you but a short whine escapes your mouth when she lands on a thick strap on dick. the noise is enough to make robin take a pause. quirking an eyebrow, her lips curl into a sly grin.

“oh i see. you wanna use this one? naughty thing” robin says, pushing the rest of the dildos and other items aside. “don’t worry. we’ll make you feel so good”.

nami holds you still as robin puts on the strap. she lubes up the silicon cock before moving closer to you. “ready?” nami nipples on your ear. you’re honestly not sure but nami doesn’t really wait for a response before she starts peeling your panties off. once she slips the lacy fabric off your legs, robin lines herself up with your tiny hole.

the moment you feel the girth stretch out your pussy, your head falls back against nami’s shoulder. it’s so big. you can’t hold back your moans or the tears that build up in the corners of your eyes. now the women aren’t cruel so robin takes her time bottoming out. meanwhile, nami murmurs little praises as she massages your sides.

“doing so well” robin hums. “look, i’m all the way in already”.

doing just as she asked, you gaze at the place where your bodies meet. it’s true, she’s already filled you up more than you thought possible. you almost hate to admit it but the sight alone has you feeling hot all over. you want her to start moving and luckily you don’t even have to ask.

after a few seconds of letting you adjust, robin begins to thrust. immediately you’re so loud that your voice bounces off the walls. just hearing you makes robin snap her hips faster and faster. this was even better than either of them had hoped.

you’re so lost in the way robin’s making you feel that everything else seems to fade away. you’re so distracted that you don’t notice what nami’s up to, nor do you notice the vibrator get turned on.

you only become aware of the second toy when nami suddenly presses it against your clit. you didn’t think your voice could raise any more but the moment your clit receives some stimulation your back arches and a broken sob echoes throughout the room. they’ve barely started with you but you’re already overwhelmed.

“w-wait, i-if you do t-that i’ll cum” you warn as tears finally fall from your glossy eyes. robin chuckles, reminding you that’s exactly what they wanted you to do. “b-but it’ll happen t-too quickly” you retort.

still nami and robin don’t appear to care. they keep at it. in fact robin gets tougher while nami turns up one of the settings to make the vibrator even more powerful. your orgasm is approaching you faster than a speeding train. it’s barreling down the tracks so fast that you can’t hold it back.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” nami clicks her tongue, as your features contort in a way that she recognizes all too well. “go ahead and make a mess for us”.

oh and do you ever make a mess. when your end hits it hits you hard. so hard that you squirt all over the strap on and robin’s lower stomach. the two women’s eyes go wide in awe. it lasts longer than any of you expected but when you finally finish cumming, nami turns the vibrator off and robin goes still inside of you.

“that was amazing,” robin moans, leaning down to smash her lips against yours. you whimper as her tongue plunged into your mouth. at the same time nami’s feeling a little greedy. when robin pulls away from you for some air, nami makes eye contact with her.

“i wanna see if we can make them do that again,” nami proposes. “what do you think?”.

once again robin finds herself smirking. “𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀”.

2022 © r-oronoa — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome.

[beidousbeloved]

call me sza because i’m always lying 🤭

i forgot that i was going to talk about new writing soon but i remembered now so i’m going to do it now

i have like a bajillion of my old works that i need to republish, but i’ll probably post them whenever i do not have time to write anything new. i think either ditch day or glowing in the dark will likely be the next series i bring back, but it might be something entirely different.

one thing for sure- all requests are open right now (as of 01/08/23) and they’ll remain open until the end of the month.

who i write for

request guidelines

[beidousbeloved]

Hi! I was wondering if you would be able to write yandere ei and yae Miko x fem reader noncon smut?

All Eyes On You

Pairing: Raiden Ei and Yae Miko x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Non-con, Yandere, Threesome, Drugging, Somnophilia, Strap-ons, Anal Sex, Biting, Mild Kidnapping, Overstimulation

A/N: It took a bit to figure out how to get two yanderes into one place, but here we are. Hope you enjoy! ~ Teeth

E/N: Requested by @iluvs-world. I feckin tried to stitch a banner together and boy do I suck at it. Laziness won. As always, let me know if I missed a warning. -Editor

NSFW BELOW. 18+ MINORS KEEP OUT

From your very first visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine, Yae Miko couldn't take her eyes off of you. She didn't know why you came to pray to the Electro Archon so frequently, though she couldn't help but notice every time you visited. It was incredibly irritating.

The moment you crossed her sightline Miko would be distracted, unable to focus for the rest of the day. Your unintentionally provocative outfits that show just enough skin to still be considered respectful. The way you'd speak with the shrine maidens, entirely unaware of her gaze boring into you. She couldn't stand it.

So she decided to do something about it.

When a shrine maiden informed you that Guuji Yae wished to speak with you, you were nervous. Did you break a rule? Or act disrespectfully? Your thoughts slowly spiraled as you were escorted through the shrine, stopping only when you find yourself in front of a rather ornate door.

"Come in little one, have a seat," Yae says pleasantly, not a hint of anger in her smile which is reassuring. With a look you can't quite understand she turns to the shrine maiden that escorted you. "Could you bring us some tea please?"

You take a few nervous steps into the room, glancing briefly over your shoulder when you hear the door click. Not wanting to be rude, you quickly sit in the chair she indicated a moment ago while she clears some space on her desk. After a few seconds you can't stand the silence and speak up.

"You… asked to see me Lady Yae?" Your question is quiet, but immediately grabs her attention. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I did, and no you didn't do anything wrong," she replies warmly, "You're here so frequently, I guess you could say my… curiosity was piqued. Perhaps we could help if something's bothering you."

"A-actually I-" you stammer, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. Yae frowns as one of the shrine maidens enters carrying a tray with tea, placing it on the desk. With a bow, she leaves and you continue. "I'm… praying for the Electro Archon's forgiveness."

Miko smiles gently when you take the cup of tea from her, taking a big sip to calm your nerves.

"I- I don't know what I did but…" You look genuinely scared as you cast another glance over your shoulder. "I keep having these… dreams. And recently, I thought I saw the Raiden Shogun in the shadows, glaring at me- OH is that blasphemous? I'm sorry, Guuji… Yae…"

Yae lets out a soft chuckle, catching you just before your head hits the desk, unconscious. It's all to obvious to her now what's been happening, why you've been visiting her at the shrine, and its giving her ideas.

You fit so snugly in her arms, like you were made just for her. She doesn't miss the way you nuzzle up against her in your sleep either. She's going to have so much fun once your hers, but for now…

Yae still has another few hours before she's scheduled to meet with the Shogun, and a then few hours more before you wake up, so she quietly carries you into an off limits area of the shrine. Her hands move almost on their own, sliding across your smooth skin as she undresses you. After all, you can't meet the Shogun looking like that. It takes only a moment for her to slide off your underwear and then dress you in a shrine maiden's uniform.

Deciding she won't be able to get any more work done with your sleeping face tempting her like that, Yae decides to leave early. A little kitsune illusion magic and no one can tell she's even carrying you. She only drops the illusion once the two of you are alone in one of the many drawing rooms, sitting you in her lap and wrapping her arms possessively around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder.

"Miko, I suppose you have an explanation as to why you're early," Ei demands as she enters the room. Her breath catches when she sees you sleeping so peacefully in Miko's lap, a far cry from how on edge you looked last she saw you. "And you've even brought-"

"The object of your obsession," Miko hums, cutting off whatever Ei was going to say. The confusion and jealousy is clear as day in Ei's eyes, especially when Miko's hand starts caressing your thighs, gently spreading them. "I was going to just have my fun with her before coming, but then I learned of your… habits. Poor dear was desperate for your forgiveness."

Ei strides across the room, her gaze following Miko's hands as they tease your body. Sliding your kimono off one shoulder and baring your collarbone. Slightly hiking up your hakama, revealing more of your legs and digging her nails into your soft flesh. Ei doesn't blink, not until Miko makes you whimper in your sleep by biting your neck.

"So I thought," Miko begins thoughtfully, hooking her hands under your knees. It doesn't take much for your hakama to fall around your waist as she opens your legs, revealing your lack of underwear and putting your pussy on display for the Shogun. "That we might instead share in the entertainment this evening."

When Ei towers over the two of you, Miko stands to meet her, making sure her hips are pressing you into the Shogun's. Ei wastes no time at all, rolling her hips to rub against your cunt and threading her hands under your kimono to palm your breasts. The motion causes it to completely fall open and your face to twitch slightly, an indication that you can feel everything.

Miko's lips are busy marking your neck with lipstick stains and hickeys, drinking in every whimper and moan you make. Ei's mouth similarly finds your throat, trailing kisses down to your sternum. She loves the way you shiver every time she hums.

"Such a sensitive little thing," Ei whispers, glancing at the slick stain you've left on her waist. It doesn't take long before her hands are unwrapping her own kimono, letting it pool around her ankles, quickly followed by her knickers. "Miko, I think she's ready."

"Mmm… In the bag."

Stepping away for a moment, Ei overturns the bag Miko mentioned, intrigued when a vast array of sex toys fall out along with a few harnesses. She picks out one in particular, a large purple dick with ridges at uneven intervals that you're bound to feel even if you're asleep. She almost wonders if it's too big for you as she affixes it to the harness before threading her legs through.

It certainly looks huge when she rests it on your stomach, but if Yae has taken interest in you to this extent then it's probably best to get used to it now. After a few thrusts just to coat it in your slick, she aligns her cock with your dripping cunt slowly sinks the toy in. You're so tight she wonders if she could have even gotten all the way to the hilt if Miko hadn't slowly shifted your weight into her arms.

Miko picks up the other harness, mercifully deciding to select something slightly smaller and less rough. While Miko is undressing Ei gives you a few exploratory thrusts, noticing how you unconsciously cling to her every time she bottoms out. It takes all of her self control to wait for Yae, lifting you up slightly when the kitsune's boobs rest on your back with her strap pressing against your ass.

Your face twists in discomfort as you're lowered back onto Miko's strap, biting and kissing at your neck once again to try and relax you. Her hands find your legs again, gently unwrapping them from Ei's waist and giving you just enough time to adjust. The first thrust comes from Ei, snapping her hips forward and pushing you deeper onto Miko's strap. The moment you collide with her hips, Miko snaps them forward sending you back onto Ei.

They slowly pick up speed, Miko holding your legs still while Ei holds your chest as they alternate thrusts. Your back arches as they relentlessly pound you, legs trying to squeeze together only to be stopped by Miko's nails digging into your skin. The new pain is just enough for you to start to stir, only half waking from the sedative still in your system.

"Mh- ah~ …wha? Ah…"

You can't make sense of your surroundings, you must still be dreaming… right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be staring at the Shogun's flushed, lust filled face. Her tits are so close they're practically suffocating you, and you can feel something just as soft behind you. The pleasure is overwhelming, fogging up your already confused brain.

"Oh, the little one's awake," Miko purrs in your ear. Now that you're half conscious, your voice is unbound and Miko is determined to make good use of it. Her teeth sink deeply into your skin, accompanied by a particularly hard snap of her hips that has you crying out in ecstasy as you fall into the Shoguns chest. Despite being muffled now, your moans are still louder than before. Ei also doubles down, making sure she bottoms out with every thrust and holding your head between her breasts.

It doesn't take long before you break, becoming a shaking, dazed mess in their arms. You don't care anymore if it's real or not, how could something that feels this good not be? You gather all the strength you can, which isn't much with them still pistoning in and out of you at a rate that makes your brain fizzy, just to move your head to lay on the Shogun's chest. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Miko lean in close, her lips ghosting your jawline.

"I think we broke her, Ei," she murmurs, sucking more hickeys into your jaw. Despite her words, she doesn't slow down. You're so overstimulated… and you can't find it in you to care.

"Mmm… Will she even remember this?"

The smirk on Miko's face is all the answer she needs.

"We're going to make her unable to forget."

[beidousbeloved]

Hi!! hope you're doing well! i love your writing and have read through it a bunch of times and love it each time! i was wondering when you'll put out another girldcode? its my favorite!

thank you bestie, i hope you’re also doing well! i’m not sure yet i feel like i had an idea of what i wanted to do but i think i forgot 🥲

i’m glad that you like it! it was originally intended as being two parts only, but even if i don’t necessarily do a full pt 3- i am interested in writing shorter hcs or blurbs set in the same au.

[beidousbeloved]

PSA

I’m gonna stop posting on this blog and my main blog soon-ish and transferring my activity to my new blog @nats-firefly

I wanted to condense both my main and my writing blog so I made a new one, i won’t be deleting so my old fics can still be found and i’ll continue to post and write on the new blog

pls direct all questions to the new blog ty

all rules still apply to the new blog <3

[beidousbeloved]

Oh my goodness, m. has returned. What a year this is shaping up to beeeeee

~ 🤡

but the best part is when you realize i announced i was coming back and didn’t really come back because this is my first post in x amount of months 😗

[beidousbeloved]

hi sorry if im annoying my tumblr tends to glitch a lot, i just want to ask if u got my nancy wheeler request. take ur time!! tysm for ur works

omg i can’t believe i forgot to mention that one 😭 yes it did, thank you for sending it in! and tysm for being so detailed w what you wanted ily

[beidousbeloved]

how r u

i’m alright! i’ve just been busy recently, but i have a couple of blurbs/hcs in the works so hopefully i can post soon and reblog what i missed out on. i hope you’re doing well :)

[beidousbeloved]

｡˚۰˚☽ K I N K T O B E R D A Y 16 ☽˚۰˚｡

Camboy - Giyu Tomioka

read part two here

cw: masturbation, exhibitionist Giyu, you're watching his content

When repairing Giyu's laptop, you stumble upon content he'd created for a particular website.

minors+ageless dni. 2.6k words

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Attending university in Japan was difficult. Expectations were high from your family back home for you to excel, and being in a foreign country had meant you'd been at a disadvantage when it had come to accommodation. But, with a little luck, you'd found a listing on an exchange student site; a male in his early twenties needed help with rent and you'd needed a room - a simple anecdote that the pair of you'd managed to solve for the other.

Giyu had been the ideal flatmate. He was always quiet, reserved, and considerate to you. The pair of you didn't engage in conversation too often, only lighthearted small talk when you'd bumped into the other in the hall, or kitchen. Both of you being shy, yourself being new to the culture, it was a mutual routine. You'd been caught up in studies and the small part time job you'd had, getting back at different times throughout the day and missing the other. 

The male hadn't often ventured to knock on the door of your bedroom, or converse with you while you were in the confides of your own space, but the odd occasion had occurred where he'd found himself knocking at the white painted door, grasping around the handle and opening it to find you at your desk, re-watching a lecture from earlier in the day. The faint scent of the candle you'd been burning was now strong in his nose, your eyes tearing from the screen to see what he'd summoned himself for. 

The issue at hand had been his laptop. He couldn't figure out why, but the console had stopped charging, rendering it useless for his upcoming assignment. You'd laughed, telling him your speciality was software, but didn't decline his request to look at it anyway. He'd left it in the safety of your care, going back to reside in his own part of the home as you looked over the device. Understanding that it was likely there had just been a little dust in the compartment, you found a toothpick to pierce into the hole, low-and-behold some grey matts of debris sliding from the metal. You plugged the charger back in, opening the screen back up and pressing the power button. Thankfully, you were met with a booting screen, and once onto the desktop, the small signal in the left of the taskbar that had signalled to you that the laptop was now on charge, and working.

You placed a hand to rest behind the screen, moments from closing it, before you'd noticed chrome had been open. He'd probably been browsing when the laptop had died, so the window would still be open on whatever he'd left it on. It would probably be something boring; a google search or perhaps uni document, but curiosity teased you, and you gave in. The mouse hovered over the browser as you let go of your morality, clicking to see what the male had been indulging in before you'd inevitably hand it back over. 

Breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening as the screen changed, the well-known black background and orange text in the corner. He'd been on an adult website, an explicit range of imagery on the screen before you. You scrolled the profile he'd taken residence on - you were being a little intrusive, but you couldn't help but stick your nose where it shouldn't be, shocked when realising the profile had belonged to a male. Sexuality had crossed your mind previously, though you hadn't bothered to take much of a guess at what his preferences had been. 

You couldn't deny the male on the page had been attractive, thumbnails of the videos he'd uploaded exposing his pale skin and vascular arms, a thick cock gripped between long fingers in one image, toned torso covered in his own seed in another, all holding raunchy titles. They'd had a good amount of views, too.

It wasn't until you'd scrolled past the first five videos that you'd recognised the backdrop. A thumbnail being the increasingly familiar set of abs, black trousers set a little lower than hip level, the body stood before a screen of a shower. The same pane of glass and tiles you'd had in your home.

Frantically scrolling back up, you searched for the username of the profile, and that had been the confirmation you'd needed. Of course, he'd picked something that was obvious to those that would've known him. GTom. 

Giyu hadn't just been scrolling through videos to reach his climax, he'd been creating them. The realisation that you'd just seen not only your roommate's chest, but dick, and seed covering himself, hit, stomach dropping as you wondered how you'd be able to face him once more. There was a twinge of guilt among the emotions you'd been over-encumbered by, but you pushed it back as you closed the window, the laptop with it.

The worst part of the situation had been the fact that before you'd learned the account-holder's identity, your pussy had throbbed, hips shifting uncomfortably as you'd grown aroused over the sights on the screen, enjoying what you'd seen a little too much. 

Ignoring your racing mind, you stood, attempting to suppress the way your heart had been racing in your chest, or use the wetness your body was creating to indulge in the activities you'd just seen your roommate practice. Your feet worked to bring you to Giyu's doorway, the door itself already wide open with the expectation you'd be back to return the device to him once taking your time to aid him in the predicament. 

He was seated on his bed, open textbooks surrounding him with pen in hand, innocently scribbling notes onto the lined page before him, unaware to the fact he had just been exposed before you - through the joys of adult video. 

You cleared your throat, mouth opening to speak as your eyes fell to meet his hand, gripping at the stationary, instead remembering the same digits wrapped tightly around his cock. Unable to look him in the eye, your gaze remained still, watching his hand loosen it's grip on the instrument as your presence had been revealed. The veins across his wrist stood out to you, now, the way they'd come to meet those in the outside of his hand, how they'd flex as he pumped his erection. 

"It's fixed." Pushing the words out, you let a breath leave your lips, walking toward him to place it on the bed he'd been studying upon.  "Thanks, that's great." He offered a smile, one which you'd been unable to see as your eyes refused to meet his. "Are you-" He began speaking as your body language had closed up, taking a step backward. "Are you okay?" His question would be endearing in any other scenario; simply caring for your emotional well-being, but when the answer would revolve around the fact you'd just seen a multitude of imagery belonging to his own masturbation videos, you couldn't reply truthfully. 

"Yeah, uh-" You snapped your gaze up, forcing yourself to look at his face, falling onto his mouth opposed to matching his blue-eyed, confused stare. "I'm just tired." You didn't allow him to push into your poor excuse, turning on the heel to leave his bedroom.

You sighed as your back hit your own door, closing it behind you and returning to the safety of your room. Closing your eyes in relief, you'd been far from seeking out any self-reassurance, as the only thing on your mind had been Giyu. Through the darkness of your covered eyes, the imagery your brain had mustered was that of the thumbnail that had ruined your perceptions of your roommate. 

The way those black pyjama bottoms had sat just above his cock, allowing the flatness of his stomach to be exposed, a sharp v-line and trail of black hairs leading to under the fabric. There was no denying his body had been enticing, the tightness between your legs reminded you of the consequence of human urge. Surely, there was no harm in acting upon that, right?

Without much thought, you'd grabbed the vibrator you'd stored in your nightstand, along with your phone and earbuds, plugging only one in to listen out for any potential movement in the apartment, to save yourself from being caught in the act you'd been about to partake in, especially considering the only thing you'd wanted to watch would be the content from the male only one rooms from yours. 

Clicking the video, you watched as your own bathroom had appeared on screen. His chest down had been in frame, hands grasping between his legs as he'd shown off his length through the fabric of the loose fitted bottoms - the same ones you'd seen him wear around the house while he'd ventured from his room to grab a snack, or if meeting him in the hall when returning home from work. He palmed himself through them hips rocking against his own touch. Sliding the hand upward, he traced his fingers to his stomach, feeling along the outline of the muscle he'd had no fear of hiding, before returning back to the prominent bulge in his trousers. 

You turned the toy on, slipping your underwear down and laying back on the wall behind you, parting your thighs. Placing the silicone between your spread legs, the vibrations coarsed across your folds, eyes glued to the trousers Giyu squeezed the hard length, finally reaching to the waistband to free his cock from the cotton confinement it had been hidden behind. 

You cursed under your breath as your eyes laid over him, this time in video-form opposed to the thumbnails you'd seen on his computer. His fingers from his right hand trailed from his head to his base, dick twitching at the small movements he'd allowed himself to make, while his left had rested at his stomach, groping over himself as a loud hiss escaped his mouth. There had been a small bead of precum sitting at the tip of his slit, and you'd realised that his sensitivity to his own touch had most likely been due to at least a few hours of edging. Biting your lip, you pictured your roommate desperately trying not to cum in preparation for this very video. He'd clearly enjoyed the thought of cumming for the camera; willing to put effort in before even pressing record. 

Giyu finally stopped teasing himself, wrapping his hand around his thick girth, pumping a few times over. A deep groan tumbled from him, hips stuttering forward to buck in his own grip, pleasure causing his stomach to suck inward. His arm flexed as his fingers tightned, body turning slightly so the lens would capture the movement in his hips as he fucked into his hand, hums of satisfaction leaving his lips. 

The way he was moving was sensual, grinding his hips as if his hand had been a cunt wrapped around him, needily humping into closed fist. He let go for a second, but the motion his body had found itself in had continued, thrusting into the air, cock twitching as it begged for release. 

You'd wondered if you'd been home while he'd created this, thinking it couldn't have been likely due to the noise he'd been making. The bathroom had been between both of your bedrooms; if he'd been breathing heavily and moaning, you'd surely hear it. If he'd given the opportunity, you admitted to yourself you'd go in there and help him out, wondering how his cock would feel if it had been shoving into you instead of his right hand. 

A few 'fuck's had filled the air between his whines, his voice ringing through your earbud as if music, his curses sounding so painfully beautiful to you. You'd wished he'd show his face in the footage, being able to admire how his lips formed each profanity, or how his gaze would fall to watch his own cock disappear into the hole his fingers had made. His left hand fell to the shower screen behind him, using it to steady himself on as he'd leaned back, pushing crotch forward to elongate his already lengthy erection, hand barely moving as his hips carried the work. 

With each moment, Giyu's stomach moved more, breath becoming sporadic as he grew closer to climax. Each exhale through gritted teeth had turned into whimpers, if his head had been in frame you'd have known it would've been pressed back to the glass, as his back arched, stuttered movements as the hand supported him grasped onto the pane, a sentence finally spoken;  'Gonna cum-' 

You felt yourself clench as your own high was moments away, watching on your phone as thick white liquid had sprung from his cock, shooting upward to land over the hand he had been milking himself dry with, each thrust left grunts that had caressed the inside of your ear through the earphone you'd been wired to. You fell over the edge, biting your lip to suppress the moans you'd known would have erupted if you'd allowed them to. Your muscles contracted, eyes going foggy as they rolled back, breathy whimpers threatening to fall and signal to your roommate what you'd been up to.

The video ended, as had your climax, and you'd locked your phone, leaving it face down on the bed. Sitting upright, you sighed, wondering how you'd ever be able to look at Giyu again, without feeling the newfound lust you'd acquired; the usually silent male had been less so when it had come to his own pleasure, something you should've been none-the-wiser to until now. 

[beidousbeloved]

i like anal

i know

[beidousbeloved]

would u write robin buckley and nancy w reader doing u know…

i don’t write for robin rn but i do write for nancy! if you have something more specific in mind, i’d be happy to give it a try :)

[beidousbeloved]

i forgot that i was going to talk about new writing soon but i remembered now so i’m going to do it now

i have like a bajillion of my old works that i need to republish, but i’ll probably post them whenever i do not have time to write anything new. i think either ditch day or glowing in the dark will likely be the next series i bring back, but it might be something entirely different.

one thing for sure- all requests are open right now (as of 01/08/23) and they’ll remain open until the end of the month.

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[beidousbeloved]

all i hear from this anon is that they have a thing for dumbification and degradation

technically you are, think about it. I know it’s hard to get your small dumb brain to work but try real hard for me

yea but im not AS anonymous...

[beidousbeloved]

what if i made a hot dog and instead of swirling the ketchup and mustard like you did, i put it in straight lines.

would it be the same thing?

yes

both are hot dogs with ketchup and mustard even if it’s spread out differently.

The fic is in different tenses, the speech is worded differently and it’s written differently. It’s literally not copying yours at all

so do you think that if I tried to publish h*rry p*tter and just changed what POV its in and messed with the grammer jk terfling wouldn't sue me

[beidousbeloved]

girl code pt.i

a/n: we’re back in business, motherfuckers

pairing: bestfriendsmom!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you were close to your best friend, but you ended up being just a little bit closer to her mother. **italics indicate a flashback

warnings: 18+ only, smut, legal age gap (r is in her early 20s and nat is in her early 40s), oral sex (r receiving), strap-on use (r receiving), oral sex on strap-on, vaginal fingering, praise kink

word count: 3.1k | series masterlist | navigation

part one | part two

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Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you rang the doorbell. You hoped your friend would be the one to answer the door. She’d invited you over for a sleepover the minute you’d notified her you’d be coming home for break. There was no telling how you’d react if it was her mother that opened the door.

The last time you’d seen her was a few months ago at a gathering they were having. You had gotten a splinter stuck in your finger and Natasha was in the bathroom with you trying to get it out.

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“I need you to stay still for me, honey.” Her voice alone was enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Sorry, Mrs. Romanoff,” you mumbled, looking everywhere but her. She was standing so close to you, and her lips were right there. You probably only had to move your head forward a bit for them to meet.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart? Did it really hurt that much?” No, you could barely feel anything but her. It was the shame you carried for being attracted to your best friend’s mother that made you feel bad.

“I’m fine.”

“Let me kiss it better.” she purred, planting her lips on your pinky. You found yourselves leaning in and then the door bust open.

“Fucking hell, Aria.” Natasha groaned, stepping away from you. She walked over to where your friend was hunched over the toilet. “I told you to take it easy tonight.”

You had to get out of there, so you told your parents you were tired and returned home. Unfortunately, you didn’t realize that Natasha would care enough to ask where you went after you left.

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“Hey!” A familiar redhead opened the door. “It’s been a while.” You looked at the woman as if you’d just seen a ghost. “Come in, sweetheart. Aria’s in the shower right now, but she’ll be down soon.”

Natasha stepped aside to allow you into her home. “It’s nice to see you, Mrs. Romanoff.”

“We’ve been over this multiple times, Natasha is just fine. Let me take that,” she said, gesturing towards the bag slung over your shoulder.

“It’s fine, I can handle it.”

“Sure you can. But let me take care of you while you’re here.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “You are my guest after all,” she added quickly.

“Thank you,” you replied, standing awkwardly in the middle of the entryway.

“You can take a seat.” Natasha chuckled, guiding you to the living room. Her hand rested on the small of your back and you couldn’t help but want it to drift lower. “Dinner’s on the stove so I’ll be working on that. Hopefully, Aria doesn’t take much longer. If you need anything at all, just come find me.”

“Alright, Mrs. Ro- Natasha.”

“Good girl.” Your mouth went dry as Natasha turned to leave. God, you were so fucked.

“Hey!” Your back hit the sofa as a body collided with yours. “Sorry I took so long! My mom didn’t break you did she?” You froze as Aria shifted off your lap. “Take it easy! I’m just kidding, I know you’re not that kind of person.”

“Yeah.” You tried to laugh along with your best friend, but that was difficult considering how wrong she was. “So how have you been?”

“Fine. Life can get boring around here. Mom’s also stopped bringing home random women since the last time you were over, so I never get the pleasure of seeing the walk of shame anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I guess mom was right, you are a good influence. Not only did you rub off on me, but you rubbed off on her too.”

“Why does y/n look like she’s nervous?” Natasha asked her daughter. “Are you talking about my sex life again?”

“Not exactly,” she replied. “I was telling her how she was a good influence on you too.”

“Is that so?” Natasha smirked. “I’d like to think I was a good influence on her. I was the one keeping her out of trouble when you kept getting her into it.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Can you feed us now?”

“Sure. Y/n would you like to help yourself or should I feed you?”

“I’ll be fine.” you practically squeaked, following behind your friend with your head bowed. It felt like your body was on fire and Natasha was just throwing gasoline into the flame.

“I’m just kidding, sweetie. Ease up.” The older woman squeezed your shoulders playfully. You were surprised you hadn’t passed out yet.

“Please don’t sit next to me. Please don’t sit next to me. Please don’t-” Natasha sat in the chair beside you, while Aria sat in front of you. Just your luck.

Your friend’s mouth was open but you couldn’t hear whatever was coming out of it, so you just put on a smile and nodded along because she looked excited. You dropped your fork on your plate when Natasha’s free hand dropped to your knee. Muttering out an apology, you continued eating.

“You’ll let me know if I cross a line, right?” Natasha asked quietly, leaning towards you.

“Eh, sure?” you replied, oblivious to her suggestive tone. Her hand trailed up your leg and squeezed your inner thigh.

“Are you okay, y/n/n?” Aria questioned. “You seem jumpy.”

“I’m peachy. The broccoli is really good.”

“That’s asparagus,” Aria said, furrowing her eyebrows and pointing to the vegetable on the end of your fork.

“Both are green.” you shrugged. Like Natasha’s beautiful eyes. Shaking your head, you tried to focus on your friend.

Natasha's hand slipped underneath your dress and ghosted over your panties. You shivered as her pinky brushed over your core. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you whispered causing Natasha to smirk. Aria excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving you alone with her mother.

“Be a good girl and sit still. Don’t get loud either.” You're hips bucked slightly as her palm pressed down gently. “What did I say, baby? You’re not listening that well.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s hard.” Natasha pulled your panties aside and swiped her fingers through your folds.

“It’s okay, I understand that you haven’t been touched this good before.” You held onto the edge of the table when Natasha’s digits found your clit. “Does that feel, sweetie?” You hummed in response and Natasha pulled her fingers away. “Use your big girl words.”

“Yes, Mommy.” You hadn’t noticed what you’d said until you saw Natasha’s face. Your eyes widened and you went to apologize, but were cut off by a low moan when Natasha’s fingers slid inside your cunt.

“You like it when Mommy plays with your cute little pussy, baby?” You clenched around her digits. “I’m going to have so much fun stretching you out with my strap.”

You were biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. A part of you wondered what was taking Aria so long, but you hoped that she wouldn’t be back for a while. “I’m so close.” you whimpered, pressing your legs together to keep Natasha’s hand in place. “Please-”

“I’ve barely done anything and you want to cum?” Natasha teased. “Well, I’m not ready to let you.” You whimpered as her hand disappeared, leaving you unsatisfied.

Aria came back into the room, distracted by her phone. “There’s still a long time before either of us are ready to go to bed, so we should watch a movie.”

“You two go ahead and pick out something to watch. I’ll clean up.”

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you offered.

“I’m sure.” Natasha smiled, stacking the dishes on top of each other. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long.”

“You heard the woman.” Aria practically dragged you out of the dining room. “I’m starting to think you like my mom more than me.”

“Of course not. I was just trying to be polite,” you explained. “And you’re my best friend. There’s no one in this world I adore more than you. Except for maybe-”

“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence.” Aria teased, slapping your stomach. “I was just joking.” A poor sense of humor that made you want to crawl into a hole seemed to run in her family.

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You ended up sandwiched on the sofa between your friend and her mother. Aria’s full attention was on the movie, while yours was on Natasha. It was hard to keep your eyes off of the redhead and you hoped she couldn’t notice.

“Do I have something on my face, honey? Or are you just admiring the view?”

“I-uh. I-”

“Do you know more words than that, sweetie? I’m starting to think you’re not retaining whatever they’re teaching you at college. Are you spending more time having sex with your peers than studying?”

“What?”

“Aria’s pretty loud when she talks to you on the phone. She also leaves it on speaker so I hear everything. Is it true that you haven’t had a proper orgasm in months?”

Looking over towards Aria, you noticed she still had her eyes on the screen. You appreciated that she couldn’t hear you, but you didn’t understand how she could be less than an arm's length away and be unaware of what was going on between you and her mother.

“I haven’t got all day, baby.” She cooed, slipping her hand underneath the blanket to trace patterns on your thigh. “Pull your dress up.”

“She’s going to notice,” you whispered. Natasha rolled her eyes and dug her nails into your thigh.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Aria asked, grabbing your chin to scan over your features. “You look pale and you don’t sound like you’re doing okay.”

“Yeah, just cramps.” you breathed as Natasha’s grip on your leg loosened.

“How about you get her some Advil, honey? I think it’ll help.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, mommy’s right.” You cringed when she didn’t refer to Natasha as her mom. Well, you called her “Mommy” too but for a very different reason. “I’ll be right back.”

“What are you doing?” you asked as Natasha kneeled between your legs. “Aria will be back any minute now!”

“Do you want me to stop?” you shook your head and she took your panties off. “Then spread your legs like a good girl. Let’s make this quick.”

Her head ducked underneath the blanket and you waited in anticipation for her to do something. Anything. You could feel her hot breath against your center, but nothing more.

“You were raised to have good manners, sweet girl. If you want something from me you know you're going to have to ask nicely.”

“Please-um. Please put your mouth on my pussy, Mommy.” You tried to pull the blanket up higher so you didn’t have to look Natasha in the eye after that, but she pulled it back down and let it fall to the floor.

“None of that, princess. I want you to see me.” She nipped at your thighs, leaving behind faint marks.

Finally, she gave you what you wanted, lapping at your clit with her tongue. She circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with a pointed tongue.

“You taste almost as sweet as you look, honey.”

“Thank you, Mommy.” Natasha buried her face between your thighs, licking at your entrance. She hummed and dipped her tongue inside of your core.

One of her hands made its way inside of her jeans while the other stroked your clit. “Fuck.” she mumbled, thrusting two fingers inside her wet cunt. Looking at how your face contorted in pleasure from the way she was touching you was enough to rile her up.

Your hands clawed at the couch as her tongue curled inside of you. “Please let me cum this time, Mommy. I need it.”

“Go ahead, love. Cum whenever you’d like.” She attached her mouth to your pussy again, flicking her tongue inside of you. Your thighs tightened around her head as you rode out your high against her face. Natasha pulled away and cleaned your arousal off of her face.

“My panties.”

“I think you’ll be just fine without them, honey. You’re already so hot.” You pouted, causing her to roll her eyes. “Fine.” You silently thanked her and slipped them back on.

“I’m getting tired.” Aria yawned, reappearing with some medication and water for you. “I think it’s time we retreat to my room, y/n.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

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Unlike your friend who was sound asleep in the bed you were sharing with her, you were wide awake. It was hard to fall asleep when a certain green-eyed woman was plaguing thoughts. You ended up going downstairs to get a glass of water. As if that would help in any way. But you needed to get out of her room.

“Can’t sleep?” You almost tripped and fell in surprise, but Natasha caught you in time. “Careful, baby. Mommy’s not always going to be looking out for you.”

“I-”

“You what? Can't think straight around me?” Of course, you couldn’t, she looked like that and you were a mess. “Why did you leave that night?”

“What?”

“The night of the party, why did you leave?”

“I was tired.”

“Bullshit.” Natasha hissed, boxing you in against the counter. “You got scared, so you left. But what exactly were you afraid of? That we’d get caught?”

“I didn’t want to lose my friend.”

“So you put your own feelings aside to protect her?” Before you could reply, Natasha was already speaking. “Knees.” You dropped to the ground embarrassingly fast. Natasha pulled her pants down, allowing you to see the strap she had on underneath. “Get it ready for your pussy, precious.”

She held the base of the dildo and guided it into your mouth. Natasha let you take it from there, not wanting

to push you too much yet. You slowly bobbed your head up and down the toy.

“You look so cute with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” Natasha cooed, rubbing circles on your cheeks with her thumbs. “I’m going to make you feel so good, honey.”

Her hands grabbed the back of your head and held you in place. You gagged around the toy as it hit the back of your throat.

Natasha pulled your mouth off of her strap and grabbed your hands, helping you back to your feet. “You did such a good job for me, baby.” Her hand lingered on the side of your face, caressing your cheek.

She snapped out of her trance and grabbed your shorts, pulling them down your legs along with your panties. You sat up on the counter, letting the older woman stand between your legs.

“This comes off too,” Natasha smirked, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You took the bottom and pulled it off over your head. Your nipples hardened as they came into contact with the cold air. The redhead gave you a good look over before slipping her hand between your bodies. “Tell me if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”

“I will, Mommy.” Natasha lined the fake cock up at your entrance and pushed it inside. Your hand dug into the material of her sleeves as you adjusted. “It’s fine, keep going.”

“You’re taking it so well, y/n. It’s almost in.” Your eyes squeezed shut as the toy bottomed out inside of you. “There you go. You’re okay.” Natasha drew her hips back, leaving only the tip of the strap inside of you. “Such a good girl.”

“Your good girl, Mommy.” you moaned, pushing your hips towards hers in search of the dildo. Natasha chuckled and snapped her hips forward, filling you once again.

Her thrusts were fast and rough because she was set on making you cum quickly, so Aria didn’t notice you were out of bed. Your eyes fell to Natasha’s lips. They were so close, reminding you of the last time you’d almost kissed.

Natasha noticed tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. “Focus on me, baby. I’m right here.” Her fingers rubbed at your swollen clit. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from yours and she found herself leaning in.

Your hands grasped at the roots of Natasha's hair causing her to moan into your mouth. She swiped her tongue along your bottom lip but when you didn’t open up, she pinched your nipples making you gasp in surprise. Her tongue slipped inside your mouth and taught yours, but you found yourself giving into her easily.

Natasha grabbed your jaw and pushed your head against the cabinet behind you. “You’re gonna cum for me sweet girl?”

“Cum for me, precious.” With a few more thrusts, your cunt clenched around the toy and you fell apart in the green-eyes beauty’s arms.

Natasha pulled the toy out of you and helped you dress. She pulled you into her embrace and rubbed your back.

“We’ll figure something out, baby.” Natasha pecked the top of your head. “Everything will be okay, all you have to do is trust me. You trust me, right?” You nodded, rubbing your eyes. “Good, you must be tired now so go to sleep.”

✧✶✧✶✧

You sat in the same chair you were seated in last night, waiting for Natasha to be done with breakfast. “How’d you sleep last night?”

“Fine.” You had, right after you’d had your brains fucked out by her mother. Your eyes left Aria’s and focused on your lap. She frowned, but let it go.

“Here you go,” Natasha said, setting down a plate in front of you.

“Thank you, Mommy.” Your eyes grew wide. “I mean-”

“Chill!” Aria chuckled. “It happens.” If only she knew about what happened last night. She wouldn’t be laughing around then and would be too busy attempting to strangle you.

“I almost forgot.” The redhead turned to you. “Your parents called me earlier, they said they had to go out on a last-minute work trip. They were wondering if you wanted to stay over here.”

“I can’t possibly do that. I’m an adult, I can handle myself. I’ll just stay there on my own until they get back.”

“Well, I already took the liberty of letting them know that you’d stay here while they were gone. I don’t want to leave you on your own for a week in that house even if I know you can handle yourself.”

“That’s great! We’re going to have so much fun.” By the look on Nat’s face, you knew that would be true.

[beidousbeloved]

i missed this one <3

at the feet of grace

AN: might fuck around and write some shitty fanfic, this is my first fic in a long while, but I wanted to put something out there

Warnings: smut (18+) undertones of dom/sub, reader is an annoying brat, wanda using her powers for sexual reasons

Wanda’s being difficult.

You’ve been all over her the second she stepped back through the front door this afternoon, throwing your arms over her shoulders and kissing her sweetly before taking the grocery bags from her hands.

You followed her back and forth through the kitchen while she made dinner, cuddling up to her wherever she stopped, leaning up to peck at her cheek, sliding a hand under her shirt to rub at her back.

She decided on eating dinner and a movie, so you both sat with your plates in hand on the couch. You were momentarily distracted by the food; she’d always been a wonderful cook, but Wanda’s a distraction herself. You watch the curve of her jaw as she chews and the way her fingers idly circle the rim of the glass in her lap. Whenever she makes a comment about the movie you hum in agreement, blatantly not paying attention.

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[beidousbeloved]

didn’t know i was into this

wanna be your victim, ready for abduction

ship: tentacle monster!wanda maximoff x reader

summary/request: mating season makes wanda moody. companion piece to infect me with your lovin’, fill me with your poison (not required, but recommended)

word count: 3.8k

warnings: dark themes and smut (18+ proceed with caution), dark dom wanda, dubcon, kidnapping, implied drugging and somno, noncon medfet, stockholm syndrome, pet play adjacent, forced intimacy, pet names (little one, pet, human), abuse, vaginal sex (reader receiving), tentacle sex, oviposition, pregnancy, breeding kink, size kink, praise kink

masterlist | monsterfucker celebration 2022 masterlist 

A sharp rush of electricity across your skin wakes you violently from your unconscious state. Your body reacts on its own, jerking in the bounds you had no idea you were in. The distinct smell of a sterile hospital room fills your senses, and you start mentally taking stock of any signs of pain in your body. Was there an accident? Were you carried to an emergency room? Do hospitals usually secure you to operating tables like this?

Other than the dissipating shocks still tingling through your body and the disorientation that still has your vision blurred, everything feels normal. You blink a few times, trying to adjust your eyes in the harsh light from the lamp angled at your face.

The room comes into clearer focus, and you're even more confused than you were already. It looks more like a lab than a hospital room. The light blue of the tile floor shimmers under the fluorescent lights, almost iridescent, like one of those pretty jellyfish when their translucent skin catches the light peeking through the ocean waves. There's the faint imprint of what looks to be a high-tech door on the wall opposite you, beyond another table similar to the one you're strapped to. You suppose the keypad next to the faint outline of the door is what slides it open. Next to you is a table with various medical tools. Scalpels, gloves, forceps. The one on the very end makes your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

What could be happening to you that warranted use of a speculum?

"Hello?" Your voice is raspy. Suddenly, you're made incredibly aware of how dry your mouth is. You wiggle in your bounds again. This time, they feel looser - perhaps from your sudden struggling earlier. You're able to squeeze your wrists out of the cuffs, which leave angry red marks where they dug into your skin. You rub them, pouting.

Nobody responds. You sit up on the table so that you can reach down and uncuff your ankles. The cuffs unbuckle easily, and you slide off of the table after that, looking to the other side of the room where you couldn't see before. There's a door on that wall too, with a matching keypad. You steady yourself, still feeling a little weak, before going over to that door. The keypad is a touchscreen. It lights up green as you tap it, but the text that appears is nothing that you can decipher, no language you've ever seen before. After aimlessly tapping to different screens, none of which you can read, the door shockingly slides open with an eerie silence.

You don't even get a chance to react before you're shoved to the ground by something - far too hefty to be a person pushing you down. The tile floor that you were admiring earlier does not offer you a soft landing, and you groan as you push yourself upwards. Your efforts are stopped dead in their tracks by your limbs being pinned to the floor.

Above you, a woman comes into view. Her wild mane of hair frames her stunningly beautiful face, her eyes piercing through you like daggers. For a moment, a wave of calm almost rushes over you at the sight of her. You're not sure why, really. Perhaps just your brain trying to cling to any semblance of hope that was torn away the second you realized that this was not a hospital.

Your eyes trail down her body, widening as they reach the bottom of her torso. Jutting out from her are what can only be described as dark tentacles, thicker and without suctions like octopi have, but tentacles nonetheless. A quick glance at your limbs makes you realize that they are what shoved you down and are pinning you to the ground. You tug at them experimentally, before they're slammed back down.

"You're not very smart, are you?" The woman says to you, tilting her head with slight amusement at the fact that you're still attempting to escape.

"Who the hell are you?" You try to sound intimidating, but you're sure that no matter your efforts, it's useless.

"Does it matter?" You don't know how to answer that. She watches your chest heave from the attempts at wiggling free, which somehow you're still trying. It's cute, seeing you struggle like this. She takes a single ounce of pity on you. "Wanda."

"Great, so what the fuck am I doing here, Wanda? And what the fuck are you?"

Apparently, you've pushed your luck too far, because one of Wanda's tentacles loops up and around your throat, giving you a warning squeeze. She lifts you from the floor, not even sparing you a glance or acknowledging your legs flailing as she carries you back to the table you woke up on.

"Put me do-ow..." The words get choked out of you as she squeezes your throat tighter. Wanda's eyes narrow as you continue to thrash in her grasp. She only lets up and releases her chokehold on you when your body is forced to stop struggling to preserve the little air she allows you. You cough, already dry throat desperate for any sort of relief.

"You're very lucky that you're only useful to me alive," Wanda states, tentacles finally unraveling from your arms. You don't even get the chance to protest or ask what that means - not that your voice would allow it in this state - before you see one of her tentacles spurt out a foggy red mist over your face, and your vision fades to black once again.

The smell of something cooking greets you as you finally come to. Your entire body feels sore, particularly between your legs. You remember the speculum on the medical table and wince. The chill of the room makes you suddenly very aware of your naked body. A few bruises litter your skin. You prod at one on your thigh, hissing at the pain.

Thin metal bars surround you, and you realize that you're in an oversized dog kennel. Wiggling your fingers through the crate, you try to find the latch on the outside, but it's got a blocky device on it that has the same keypad as the laboratory doors did. You huff and grab the soft blanket that’s crumpled up in the corner and wrap it around yourself.

The crate appears to be set up in the corner of a very quaint looking kitchen. That explains the smell. Two women’s voices fill the room. One is Wanda. The angle you’re at doesn’t allow you to fully see her face, but you can just barely make out her hair on the other side of the kitchen island. Sitting on a barstool on the island is a dark haired woman, dressed in a neat purple sweater.

"If you don't expose your human to your true form, do you not think they'll be afraid of you when the time comes?" Wanda asks the other woman, who snorts in response. “What? It’s a fair question, Agatha.”

“Oh, hon,” the woman, Agatha, laughs. “I know this is your first abduction, but you don’t have to act like it. Fun fact, humans tend to soften up more towards other humans versus hideous eldritch beings.”

"So?” Wanda huffs, stirring the pot on the stove that’s giving off the delicious smell. She doesn’t look nearly as scary anymore, tentacles tucked away elsewhere, wearing a long cardigan and mom jeans. For a “hideous eldritch being”, she’s rather adorable.

“You have stacks and stacks of trashy human romance novels on your shelves,” Agatha scoffs. “I shouldn’t have to explain why being nice to the creature you want to mate with is more helpful to you in the long run. Though, guess you always have preferred more instant gratification.”

The word mate rings in your ears. Is that why Wanda took you - to be some vessel for a freaky alien species?

Frantically, you try to mess with the keypad, only for it to flash red symbols at you. Even though you don’t speak the language, you know that means you’re not freeing yourself.

“You roll your eyes at me saying ‘you catch more flies with honey’, but I’ll have you know that my human never tried to escape from a kennel,” Agatha says, without even looking over at you. You freeze. Wanda whips around from the stove, looking much more like the terrifying monster she was earlier.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wanda says through grit teeth, marching over to your cage.

“Nothing,” you lie. She narrows her eyes. Agatha is silently sipping her tea in the background, watching the mental tug of war with great amusement. To both you and Agatha’s surprise, Wanda simply presses her thumb to the keypad and opens your cage, moving so that you can crawl out.

Still wary of Wanda, you slowly stand up, holding the blanket tighter around your body. Wanda opts to ignore you and go back to the stove, leaving you confused on what to do. You stand there dumbly as Agatha keeps talking to Wanda about her own “pet”. Wanda has her back to you again, and you consider running before you remember the way she so easily overpowered you before.

There’s an empty stool next to Agatha. You tentatively go to sit in it, but just as you touch the seat, Agatha coughs and says, “Wanda, your pet is trying to get on the furniture.”

“Get down,” Wanda says firmly, shooting you a look over her shoulder.

“I want to sit down.”

“Then get on the fucking floor, human,” Wanda spits out the last word like it’s venom. She says it like there’s a hierarchy present, and she’s clearly the apex predator with you beneath her. The bit of self-preservation left in you finally takes over, and you sink to the floor next to the stool. “So, you can listen. Now, crawl over here.”

Humiliation fills your body as you follow Wanda’s orders, crawling the other side of the kitchen island and sitting near Wanda’s feet. You refuse to look up at her, keeping your head ducked down, staring at the hardwood floor. Two bowls are set down in front of you. One is filled with water, the other is filled with what appears to be some kind of stew over rice. You look up at Wanda.

"For me?"

"Can't have you starving now, can I?" Wanda gives you the first smile you've seen from her. Your heart leaps a bit.

"Can I have a fork?"

Agatha finds this very funny for some reason. You shoot her a look, but it's not very intimidating from your position on the floor.

"No, little one. Pets eat on the floor," Wanda pats you on the head condescendingly. When you give her a grumpy look and nudge the bowl away from you in silent protest, her hand reaches out for your head again. Only this time, she tugs your head backwards by your hair, tight grip making you wince. Wanda gets close to your face, eyes intense. "You eat and drink from your bowls, or you don't get any food or water at all."

She releases you aggressively, causing you to topple a bit in your kneeling position. You almost want to call Wanda on her bluff, remembering the comment she made earlier about how she needed you alive. But, your dry mouth and growling stomach have other plans.

You duck down to lap at your water, and you're so thirsty you finish half the bowl in record time before moving on to your dinner. Really, you have no idea how Wanda, who must be some sort of extraterrestrial being, learned to cook human food, but once you taste it, you're certainly not complaining. Wanda and Agatha keep talking about Agatha's pet, ignoring you as you devour your meal.

When you finish, you look up at Wanda. You don't know why, maybe you're hoping for some sort of praise for doing what you've been told. Something to tell you that you've satisfied her for now. She rewards you with such, patting your head and wiping the rice that stuck to your face before slipping a thick collar around your neck.

"What's this for?" You ask, playing with the shiny tag that dangles from it.

"In case you forget who's in charge and try to escape," Wanda says plainly, patting you on your cheek.

“Is all of this really necessary?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” Wanda doesn’t even look up from what she’s typing to answer you. This is the third time in the month you’ve been with her that she’s taken you down to the lab for a “check-up.” Whenever you ask about why she’s giving you full medical exams - and snarkily ask where she got her doctorate - she just shushes you and continues looking at your charts.

You assume it has to do with that comment Agatha made on your first night about mating, but even when you ask about that specifically, Wanda just ignores you and continues your exam.

“You don’t give a lot of answers,” you huff, swinging your legs so your heels hit the side of the bed. Wanda visibly scowls at the thumping noise. “Are you gonna steal my brains or take over the world or something?”

“Only if you keep annoying me.”

“So, that’s a yes.”

“Don’t worry about that, little one,” Wanda hums, finally abandoning the computer to cup your face. You’ve gotten used to her touching you by now, so you don’t squirm away like you often did in the first weeks. “You’ll get your answers very soon.”

“Wanda, it hurts,” you sob. “Please.”

Your limbs are pinned tight, positioned spread eagle on the soft bed that you had just come around to getting comfortable napping in. Wanda’s tentacles twitch slightly around your wrists and ankles, and she hovers above you panting hard, eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. One tentacle is pushing its way roughly into your cunt, thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before. That doesn’t stop her though. You’re not sure anything would.

“Too bad,” Wanda grunts, tentacle thrusting deeper inside of you. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”

“Y-yes,” you admit. As pathetic as it is, Wanda’s praise has fueled you a lot through your time held captive. You fight back so much that it’s rare, but when she is soft with you, it fills you with warmth that you want to bask in all day. “I’ll be good.”

“Good,” Wanda moans, rewarding you with her fingers on your aching clit. You almost scream at the stimulation, everything too much for your fragile body to handle. A burst of fluids gushes into your cunt, and you assume that means that Wanda’s climaxed. “Good pet.”

Alien anatomy will remain a mystery to you, however, because Wanda just doubles up on her thrusts inside of you. The extra fluid lubricates you enough so that it doesn’t hurt as much, and your eyes roll back in your skull as your body finally succumbs to the pleasure of being stretched and filled.

You hate that you ache to touch Wanda. Maybe it’s just your raging hormones or the forced intimacy that you’ve come to enjoy as of late. You want to wrap your arms and legs around her and pull her body into yours. You crave being able to nuzzle into her skin, maybe even mark her neck like she does yours. But that’s not in the cards for you. At least not now.

You’ll win her over.

It’s not like you have a choice in being here, might as well try to make the most of it.

"Stop that," Wanda scolds, one of her tentacles reaching out and bopping you on the head.

You ignore her, continuing to press your nose to the window, peering into Agatha's home beside yours. Agatha's pet is being tugged into her lap, and you gasp quietly to yourself as you realize that she's slipping a strap into them. "Human, what did I say?"

Wanda marches over to the window beside you, curiosity over what has you entranced overtaking her annoyance with you not listening. She shakes her head when she sees the scene you're watching.

"Little voyeur, are we?" Her hand runs through your hair as your breath catches. "You're lucky Agatha doesn't mind. I think she's actually been planning on this."

"Why don't you ever fuck me like that?"

"What?" Wanda's taken aback by your question.

"You always fuck me with these," you pat the tentacle that's slowly started wrapping around you. It squeezes around you as a warning, but you stupidly ignore it. "I've never even seen Agatha's tentacles."

"She's an idiot. She thinks that her pet won't resist if she waits to show her true form. Her pet will see soon enough.” The thought of the breeding period that the two women talk about still makes your stomach twist in knots. "I was kind and didn't deceive you. I showed you what I was right away."

"Kind is not how I'd put it," you grumble, moving away from the window. Regret immediately hits you as you're jerked back to the couch by Wanda's tentacles. She pins you to the cushions, closing the curtains with another tentacle so Agatha can’t catch a glimpse.

“I don’t appreciate how cocky you’re getting. Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”

“How could I forget?” You try to avoid her gaze, but she grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes. It’s hard to tell what Wanda’s moods will be like. Sometimes, you’re able to push her buttons without much punishment. Other times, you’re almost immediately reprimanded for so much as being too slow responding. The drastic shift of moods is the worst part of everything. If Wanda was only cruel to you, you’d at least know to never step out of line, and it would be easier to deny how deeply attached you are to her. It’s almost like she enjoys giving you room to fuck up so she can break you in all over again.

“Would you rather be Agatha’s toy? Is that why you’ve been spying on her lately?”

“Maybe I should,” you growl.

“So, you like her better, huh? Is that it?”

“She’d be better than you! I hate you!” You cry. Wanda looks genuinely wounded by your words for a second, but it doesn’t last long. A tentacle is shoved past your lips, and you immediately gag on the appendage.

“You don’t,” Wanda says in a low voice. You swear you hear her voice crack. “I know you don’t. I see how you look at me. I feel you curl into my side at night. Hell, you were the one to ask to sleep next to me.”

You gurgle around her tentacle, tears streaking down your face. Wanda, overwhelmed by her own emotions, pulls back. You gasp for air, coughing a little. She cups your face, smearing your spit on your chin. Your eyes flutter shut at the comforting motion.

Always soothing the pain she causes.

“Say you love me.”

“Wan--”

“Say it. Say you love me.”

There’s a silent please left in the air. She’s desperate for it, you can hear it in her voice and see it in her watery eyes.

You could make her say it. You could hold that over her, if you wanted. But you take pity on her.

“I love you.”

Wanda knows you mean it. She doesn’t say anything back, just nods and pulls you close to her. You can hear her humming softly, something you’ve noticed she does when she’s upset. You crawl fully into her lap, sighing against her neck. She hesitates for a moment; but, as you settle she finally wraps her arms around you.

“Will you make that rice dinner tonight?”

“Of course, little one.”

Agatha always teased Wanda about how her breeding period made her moody. You didn’t put much stock in it until you got to see for yourself how drastically Wanda’s demeanor shifted after her rut.

Even though you made fun of her for being kind and introducing her alien body early on, it made it much easier on you when Wanda went into a full frenzy one day, pinning you down to the bed and fucking you for hours until you were filled with gooey, wet eggs.

It was drastically different than the other times Wanda had taken you. She didn’t tie you down with her tentacles, but rather held you close to her chest in her arms, breathing heavily against your cheek where she kept pressing kisses and mumbling praises, telling you how good you were doing, how well you were taking her, how pretty you were going to look full of her brood.

Wanda even let you touch her, allowing you to mouth at her tits, tugging on her nipples as she thrusted deeper and deeper into you. After she stuffed you with her eggs, she didn’t let you get up for hours, grabbing anything you needed from the side table with her tentacles.

Since your stomach had become swollen with her, she hasn’t snapped at you once. She’s constantly doting over you, always asking if you need anything and insisting on doing things for you. Though you had long since broken past her pets belong on the floor rule, sometimes you still sat between her legs while you watched television out of habit. But now, Wanda forces you to sit on the couch, propping you up comfortably with plush pillows.

You’re not sure what normal pregnancy feels like in comparison to alien ones, but you assume that human babies don’t come with an occasional subtle glow in your stomach that your alien partner is fascinated with. Wanda’s always touching you now, hands rubbing over your tummy, feeling her eggs shift inside of you.

“You’re beautiful,” she says one day while you lay on the bed with her reading. You look down and see her staring at your stomach, fingers tracing over the subtle outline of the eggs.

“Me or your babies?” You laugh, scratching her scalp as she presses a kiss to your stomach.

“Both, but mainly you.” Wanda crawls further up the bed, meeting your lips in a deep kiss. You moan as she bites your lip, smirking against you. She pulls away, and you see a little sparkle of mischief that you’ve never seen in her eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” Wanda hums.

“Liar. Tell me.”

“Oh, I’m just thinking about how much I like you like this. Seeing you full of me.”

“Kinky,” you tease. Though, the statement makes your cheeks heat up with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Her possession over you has shifted into pure devotion, and you were more than happy about that.

“Mhm. And as soon as these babies hatch…” Wanda presses a small kiss to your cheek and whispers against your skin, “I’m going to fill you up all over again.”