#i am thinking so many thoughts holy shit 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Eve is just a toy to everyone, Olivia, Agatha, Claire... you name it

She's always blushing and squirming and Agatha whispers dirty things in her ear, while Claire is leaving marks all over her neck... Liv is not the most patient person though, so soon enough there's tentacles tearing her clothes off (after all, she's just a toy, why bother? Claire can buy more thousands of these (but Liv will tear those too))

all anon has to say is Eve gets overstimulated very easy, so Agatha's magic will help her not pass out or anything (if she needs punishment for example), just so she can cum over and over for her owners

Ohhhhhh anon you are definitely onto something here!

Eve who initially had a one night stand with Claire after hitting on her at a bar not knowing who she was, and Claire running with how innocent Eve still can be, despite all the porn/life experiences.

And then enter Agatha, who drags along her friend and fellow science/magic fanatic because the MOMENT she found out Claire found a toy to play with, she wanted some fun.

Liv's tentacles wrapping Eve up, not entering her holes, but moving back and forth over her clit, forcing Eve to ride and grind and beg to be able to cum... Though she never gets permission.

Her owners want to punish her, and she's lucky if she has ten minutes outside of subspace.

Eve embraces her new status, however, once she's fully come to terms with what's going on -- she hadn't realized how desperately she had been longing to just be used and abused like this, but now that she has, her legs are always open to be of service to her owners.

[atwhughesversion]

first off, fantastic post. the other thing that worries me is the way management treats injuries. I'm a fan of other teams as well and vancouver's approach is not normal even by the league's standards lol... wasn't there a guy whose injury they handled so badly quinn basically admitted to the media he thought it was gross mismanagement?

regarding brock though - am i reading between the lines correctly? the comments made him want to consider signing elsewhere? if so, holy shit. what a way to dismante the entire team in a couple years' time

yeah, tanner pearson had a hand surgery and was only meant to miss like a month — he ended up having to have 5+ surgeries and didn’t return that season 😵‍💫 and it’s worth noting that rutherford/allvin completely overhauled the medical staff when they came in, so it’s not like this can even be blamed on the previous regime.

Canucks president of hockey operations Jim Rutherford told Sportsnet late Friday that he was unaware that there was any concern about Pearson’s medical care until Vancouver defenceman Quinn Hughes told reporters after Thursday’s 5-4 loss to the Tampa Bay Lightning that his teammate’s injury “wasn't handled properly.”

[Sportsnet]

there’s been so many iffy medical issues — jason dickinson had a broken hand that wasn’t discovered until the canucks traded him to chicago, medical staff let mikheyev play for months on a torn acl (it was apparently “his decision” but be fr 💀), demko was brought back too early from injury in 2022-2023 which led to another injury and he missed months, he was again rushed back too early last season (bc management wanted him to get games before the playoffs) which is why his knee was so susceptible to re-injury….then all the stuff w petey, and management apparently being upset that he mentioned his knee tendonitis at the end of last season? i do NOT trust those guys 💗

i think the stuff w brock is probably just a general mess: the team has lost absolutely all their leverage, because it’s no longer “re-sign or we trade you for assets” — it’s “re-sign or we lose you for nothing.” but if brock is feeling slighted, or allvin was trying to throw out that comment as one last attempt to make the negotiations go his way, i don’t see how things are going to work out :( it just sucks SO much. the cap is going up so much over the next few years and unless they think they’re gonna get mitch marner (who allegedly wants like $13M to brock’s desired $8M, and i truly cannot see that man leaving toronto only to wind up having to deal with vancouver’s media), i’m not sure who they think they’d replace him with in free agency that would make us any better. so i frankly think they’re being dumb and are gonna let the soul of the team walk away because they’re stubborn assholes. i need to storm their offices or something 😭

[anatheyma]

Oh. You want to know how I would do it? Well, hang on there because this is going to be a long one.

I've thought about slicing your throat but that's just plain and fucking boring. Also, you have a really pretty face, so wasting it just doesn't seem proper. Cutting through the pretty pale skin on your thighs sounds way better, though. Hearing your happy whimpers when I cut deep enough to make an opening gap, pouring the thick and dark blood all over your fair epidermis. I'll probably be hard already, since I don't think I have that much self control when it comes to your pretty crying face. I like to make you believe that I'm just playing, you know, that this is only one of our many twisted games. That I'm not going to hurt you any further.

But of course, I lied.

Seeing your eyes filled with desperation when I plunge the blade too deep into your flesh, dragging it down your virgin muscles as you squeal in pain and uselessly try to move your leg away from my grasp. But, since it's not your lucky day, you'll just annoy me enough to bash your head against the floor with one of my big hands, covering all over your cute face and muffling your terrified screams. You'll probably try to kick me so I can let you go or even scratch my arms too, but that's okay; I like when my prey fights.

Once you notice that I am, in fact, not playing, you'll surely drop the though guy act and start begging. Sobbing and crying, asking me to let you go. Promising me that you won't tell a single soul about what happened.

But we can't let you go just like that, can we? There's a lot of worse things that are awaiting for you, pet.

–🦴

first thing i read waking up and uh. and. the. um. so. WHY DO I FIND THIS HOT WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME this scenario alone is better than sex! holy shit!!! what could possibly be "worse" ? 😵‍💫

[word-wytch]

*Stalky fanperson word vomit incoming - you have been warned*

Firstly, I wanna say that I never, ever want to have to wait that long for an update every again. However, I also wanna say that this chapter was so freaking perfect that I’m really glad we had to! 😄 (I actually even managed to make it worse for myself by holding off reading it until I was certain I could give every one of the 18k words the time and attention it deserved, and I’m really glad I did - it’s utterly glorious!! 🥹) Congratulations on your summer-long work coming to an outstanding conclusion 👏👏👏

I wanted to do that thing that people do where they share their favourite sections, but I’m not even kidding when I say that if I did that I’d literally be copy and pasting the entire thing. Every. single. paragraph is literal poetry, art and/or a story in and of itself. You are a linguistic maestro, and I now have a new life goal of producing even just one line that comes even close to painting a picture like yours do (that’s the stalkery bit - I’m aware that this probably sounds a bit creepy 😬😬😆)

Also: me, before reading: OMGthey’regoingtokissOMGthey’regoingtokissOMGthey’regoingtokiss 🥹😃🥹😃🥹😃

Me, after reading: Ican’tbelievetheykissedIcan’tbelievetheykissedIcan’tbelievetheykissed 😱😱😱🤯🤯🤯

I still can’t quite believe they actually kissed, even though we all knew it was gonna happen. I thought maybe at some point one of them (r, most likely) would pull back and it would end as a heavy, emotionally loaded cuddle, or some touching, but damn, they actually crossed that line!!! I can’t wait to see how this affects things in the outside world from now on.

And the longing... The yearning... Ugh, it’s all so perfect! I don’t usually warm to these parts of a story, and even though they’re often necessary and essential I just want it to be over, but with these two? I’m a total convert.

I’m also seriously wondering how many other people have noticed or suspected what’s going on. We haven’t seen them from anyone else’s perspective yet, and by the reaction of the band, and those bits with Bill, I’m now concerned that they haven’t actually been as subtle as they/we think they have been, and it’s all gonna hit the fan realllllll sooooon…

(Plus, is Bill gonna be a problem? I said: is Bill gonna be a problem ? *raises one eyebrow and drops a closed fist into an open palm*)

I LOVE the being good/bad for each other internal battles that they’ve both got going on, it’s exquisite and so beautifully balanced, and adds a really special layer to both characters as well as the overall story.

Oh, and the song choices?!?! Puh-leeeeeze, SO PERFECT!!! 🥹🥹🥹🤩🤩🤩🥵🥵🥵 And Eddie on stage, singing, without his guitar?? I’ve never seen that done before, and it was exquisite!! 🙏🔥🙏🔥🙏🔥

IDK if you do a tag list, but if you do I’d love to be on it (and for anything else Eddie you write 😄). My brain is vibrating with both anticipation for the next part, and anxiety at the even slight suggestion that I might miss something 😵‍💫

Finally, I VISCERALLY AND BODILY **NEED** EDDIE’S TEETH ON MY NECK RIGHT TF NOW, so thank you for that… 🫠🫠🫠

‘K I think I’m done, thanks, bye 😆

Holy shit thank you SO much 🥹🥹🥹

It’s heartwarming to see my hard work so appreciated. I feel like “linguistic maestro” might be one of the highest compliments I’ve received so far. I’m incredibly flattered.

Our forbidden lovebirds have a lot of internal and external conflict weighing against them, and I am excited to explore this new phase of their relationship next chapter. As you can sense from the very last scene, they are on different pages when it comes to their attitudes about it. One has a whole lot more to lose than the other, and a whole lot more baggage when it comes to trust and relationships.

Part of what makes this so thrilling imo IS how dangerous it is. You bring up a good point with his friends and outside witnesses like Bill. You’ll certainly be getting hints of how they interpreted that night and what they think about the two of them in general as the story progresses.

I admittedly need to spend some time sitting down with my outline, as I am discovering that I might want to spend just a liiiitle more time (like one more chapter) exploring this limbo phase than originally planned. It’s so juicy being here, finally. The next phase will be even juicier ;)

I had closed my taglist for some time but I recently decided to open it back up and will add you. Thank you, again, so very much. 💕

[tolstayas]

ahh THANK YOU for such thorough answers!! the takes are so good and you are so right!!

i have Not in fact read appolonius but this endorsement makes me so excited to do so. i will let you know my thoughts on it when i do!! thanks for the translation rec :)

re: the italian trans brazilian immigrant medea play. this is now [communist bugs voice] our white whale because holy shit???? this probably came up in the talk you went to but one of THE foundational works of italian-language migrant literature is the prison memoir of fernanda farias de albuquerque, a trans brazilian immigrant to italy. that's a wild concept for a medea adaptation i'm obsessed. i loveeee adaptations that situate medea in a very specific cultural/historical context in general, and i know of other italian medea-as-contemporary-migrant adaptations, but trans medea in particular is so fucking sexy for so many reasons (of which one is the bioessentialism thing, hard agree on that, the world has moved past the need for every modern twist on medea to be about wombs) (but also um. medea nunc sum ‼️🏳️‍⚧️)

and yeah lord byron. what a guy

thinking about the superposition of medea killed her children // the corinthians killed her children // both being true simultaneously makes me go 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 for real...... "one fragment suggesting she might have killed her children, and lots of evidence that she didn't" <- narrative structure of my ideal medea adaptation

frankly, as far as i remember, bright air black is just okay. not awful i think but not urging you to read it by any means. if i were to recommend a retelling it would probably be jean anouilh's play just because it's kind of weird and interesting but it's definitely not perfect either (and his antigone is probably better than his medea)

as for me, i am always thinking about the adaptation of medea that lives in my brain which is a stage play taking place on a small boat crossing the mediterranean to greece being hounded by the coast guard; medea's children die in the crossing but she survives and it's like. if she did kill her children she did it by taking the actions required to protect them. if she hadn't done it could they have survived? and could they understand the magnitude of the decision she made for them? you carry your sons onto the boat you hold the knife over their heads etc etc. the chorus is the other people on the boat.

more generally...... i like the idea of a medea who breaks immigration rules (to put it anachronistically), whose marriage is null because of her foreignness. i'm interested in the mixed status of her children; i like the idea of her knowing they will be treated as foreigners and killing them to spare them her own fate, or believing that their status means they are effectively already dead. i also like the idea of the children being invited into the magic circle of citizenship specifically on the condition of excluding medea from it; even better if the children have some agency in that decision, and medea is forced to respond to that. i like the idea of an adaptation that plays with different languages and the audience's comprehension of them (what if you can only understand medea? what if she's the only one you can't understand?) and, again, one that deals in very specific historical or political parallels. i like a medea who does not belong with the corinthians but who also did not belong in colchis, wandering after the end, the unwelcoming earth burning her feet.

please feel free to share any more takes you might have as the fancy strikes you!! you are so cool for this and i enjoyed your medea thoughts very much!!

would love to hear your medea takes... if you have discussed them at length before feel free to refer me there but tumblr search is. well. you know

OH UMM. YEAH. ABSOLUTELY.

idk where any of my medea posts are (floating around?? somewhere??) but if you have any questions, shoot. I am much more interested in Greek depictions than Roman, if that helps.

[fruitylouis]

How as the show????

(also totally didn't mean to unfollow and refollow you just now...)

oh thank you for asking 🥺 i’m gonna try to make this as short and coherent as possible but it’s just gonna be me rambling fvsjdf

the show was just… magical. louis is magical. uh where do i even start KDJSKF ok. he’s so PRETTY??? i mean wbk but oh my god… photos and videos don’t do his beauty justice!! and of course i need to mention how much tinier he is in person. he’s so so sooo pretty and tiny <3 as soon as i saw him i was like “pixie on stage!”

his voice. how do i talk about his voice? well instagram lives definitely don’t do it justice! we’ve heard him sing live so many times but being there while he performs is just something else. he sounded so so incredible i was in awe the whole time. i mean i know he can sing but he’s been touring for months now and he doesn’t sound tired at all? his voice never falters? it’s actually the opposite? he just gets better and better with every show. and listen. i know nothing about singing but i do know louis’ voice is perfect and one of my favorite things in the world ❤️‍🩹

his band is also SO GOOD omfg i love them. the guitar solo in fearless. holy shit. it was just 👩🏻‍🍳😙👌🏻 michael 👩🏻‍🍳😙👌🏻 ah and seeing the band thank the fans for the show as they left the stage was so cute <3

oh i almost forgot to mention sun room rip. they were so much fun!! when we got inside i was so tired from being in the sun the whole day and then running and climbing stairs but when the music came on i suddenly got all my energy back and more lol ✨

the only thing that wasn’t so great about my experience was my spot ☹️ i was at the barricade but on the right (or louis’ left) and i’m beating myself up for this bc that was CLEARLY not a good spot but my dumb ass thought it was :( then i couldn’t leave bc the middle of the pit was even worse at that point. i’m trying not to dwell on it but it’s hard fjskdf after all i queued for 10 hours :/ (apparently not nearly enough bc a lot of people camped for WEEKS. i kinda hate brazilian fans tbh) and people who were behind me in line got way better spots (including a girl who kept singing the entire 1d discography while we waited. yes i am petty and jealous). i won’t even post the videos and pics i took bc they’re embarrassing 😭 but i watched the show next to oli and krystle lol (and chris too for the first few minutes)

but anyways! LOUIS WAS SO HAPPY!!!! and to think i was part of that… AHHHH 🥺 i mean the things he said specifically about brazil and our crowd just from his FIRST solo concert here… it has already done more for me than therapy! that moment during beautiful war when he just stopped to take it all in??? i almost fell to my knees and started sobbing. i’m proud of making him feel so loved and appreciated 💗 also after last night i can’t understand how there are fans who care about anything other than him???? like. nothing else matters.

i’ve lost 50% of my voice and i can’t wait to lose all of it tomorrow when i see him again hehe <3 i think that’s a nice reminder that i screamed songs i love and have waited so long to hear live :’) i truly had an amazing experience and the thought of him not being back in a few years is even more terrifying now 😵‍💫

[ladyylesbian]

Got a meeting at 9, my office at 11? <3 - THE LITTLE HEART

filled her brain with nothing but you. - love that for me

sunk onto your knees with submission written into the depths your irises. - listennnnnnnnn let me be

you looked entirely too delicious perched in - not me blushing ���

She had never taken control of anyone. - oh well can’t relate to that but wanda love you can learn

“You’re thinking too hard.” You announced - accurate

we’re not going to hurt you.” Your eyes were soft - it’s something about this line that shakes my core

you decided to let her explore what she was capable of doing on her own. - oh i’m so excited

the ring of the office phone shattered the delicate bubble the two of you had created around yourselves. - oh my gooooooood. stop

you quickly grabbed her wrist, urging her to continue - i ain’t surprised

“Romanoff.” You announced - AHHH i love that

she locked her eyes onto yours - okay hot

You could practically hear the smirk that grew on Natasha’s lips - you should see the smirk on mine

“You know I love that sound of that, baby.” - ah shit please 😵‍💫

your hand fumbled for the dialer and transferred the call onto speaker - i love the priorities haha can’t be leaving nat out

her free hand left it’s place on your thigh and gripped tightly your chin to force you to look at her, “Say ‘please’.” She demanded - oh my she’s here

“Mommy!” - yeah yeah i do love that mommy kink

“Oh,” Natasha laughed wickedly, “Now the real fun begins.” - i am so excited rn

to wrap around your throat and squeezed at either side. - oh 😳

“Go ahead, ask her all pretty like I know you know how.” - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck

“You’re so good, making Mommy so proud, baby.” - noooooo 🙈 so many good things all in one sentence

“Wanda, I expect to see you tonight. It sounds like a reward is in order.” An excited shiver fell down Wanda’s spine. - AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Take that pretty little lace piece you’ve got laying on the floor and keep it safe for me - ah something i just love the thought of so much

they landed on a camera hanging from the ceiling - OH MY GOD SHE WATCHED

“This is one of my favorite places to play.” - fair enough

// holy fucking shit dude. this was wild and i loved it so much

pity the arsonist maximoff + romanoff

switch!wanda x bottom!reader x top!natasha

PART OF THE MOMENTS SILENCE UNIVERSE

summary || set one week after wanda’s first swing at sex with you and natasha. wanda is more than eager to get back into bed with you but she begins to fear she’ll lose that privilege if she doesn’t learn to take charge. previous part : common tongue

word count : 3.6k

disclaimer || 18+, strong language, smut, office/semi-public sex, fingering (r receiving), phone sex, dirty talk (praise + pet names), mommy/daddy kink, voyeurism (idk if you can really call it that but whatever)

a/n || this is even less edited than my other works so i really hope they’re aren’t too many mistakes. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!!

gif source wanda , gif source natasha

Got a meeting at 9, my office at 11? <3

Wanda still had the pale yellow post-it note from you folded and shoved into her pocket as she sunk back against the, overwhelmingly comfortable, black leather armchair in your office.

As her eyes flickered curiously around the empty room, it dawned on her that she had always been too nervous around you to actually take in the dynamics of the space. Given her newfound knowledge on the interior design of your home, she could easily tell that you had decorated both spaces. They just had your taste.

The walls, for instance, were a soft grey color that contrasted against the deep black marble flooring which stretched the expanse of the building. There was a large wall of windows directly behind your desk doing an excellent job at allowing the afternoon sun to bathe the room in a soft light.

It resembled you - in some deep metaphorical way that she wouldn’t begin to know how to explain.

Or maybe that was just your scent lingering that clouded her senses and filled her brain with nothing but you.

She heard you before she could actually see you. The distinct sound of your heels escorted the silence that had suddenly fallen over the entire top floor - as if every individual employee were too afraid they’d be fired if they even breathed loud enough.

Wanda briefly wondered what they would think if they had gotten the chance to see you the way she had; sunk onto your knees with submission written into the depths your irises.

Would they still be so scared of you if they had seen the way you squirmed and whined and begged? If they had heard the filthy way Natasha talked to you - and the pathetic way you got off on it?

The door closed somewhere behind her and the tension in her shoulder blades started to melt away, even more so when she felt your hand brush down the curve of her bicep.

“Remind me, the next time Tony Stark wants to meet with me, to send someone who can stomach listening to him talk about himself for two whole hours.” You suggested sarcastically in a low voice as your head fell to press a kiss to the skin just behind her ear.

“The only person who can stand listening to Mr. Stark talk is Mr. Stark.” Her assessment made you laugh, stacking the papers from your hand into a neat pile at the corner of your desk. “You’re right about that.”

She studied you as you moved towards the other side of the furniture, all but collapsing tiredly into the large office chair that - if you asked Wanda - you looked entirely too delicious perched in; seething with a power that most people could only dream to possess.

Your eyes met hers in the following moments and a smile pressed onto your lips, “I missed you this morning.” Wanda fought the blush that threatened to redden her cheeks as she breathed a, slightly embarrassed, ‘missed you too’ into the air.

It’s not that she hadn’t wanted to wake up with you - all she thought about these days was waking up with you and Natasha by her side - but the inner battle to shed away the innocence that still barricaded inside her chest had gotten the better of her the last couple of nights.

When she was alone in her house, swimming in a pool of her own pitiful thoughts, she couldn’t help but be angry with herself. She wanted to do it - take control of you the same way she had watched Natasha do, fuck you with the same confidence and power that Natasha had.

But she wasn’t Natasha.

She had never taken control of anyone.

She still blushed when she caught you looking at her as you passed each other in the hallway. When she met Natasha’s eyes on the way to the mailbox in the evenings, her ears went hot at the smug wink and smirk the red-head sent in her direction.

Your voice broke the spiral of thoughts tumbling around in her mind, “Nat isn’t as grumpy in the mornings when you’re there.” It was a lighthearted joke, very obviously. But the moment the words left your lips, there was no stopping the blood that instantly rushed her cheeks and it was absolutely futile to try and bite back the smile that followed soon after.

A soft silence fell between the two of you then, but it was far from uncomfortable as Wanda watched you work from the laptop in front of you. She thought about what to do next - the wheels in her head turning with a plethora of things to say or do, if she could manage actually finding the courage to.

“You’re thinking too hard.” You announced matter-of-factly without bothering to tear your attention away from the computer or cease typing away at the keys. A huff of agreement fell from her lips and then it was quiet again.

“You don’t have to always be nervous around me. Or Natasha. Clearly, we only bite when you want us to.” The joke did do the job of easing her down the cliff, especially as your own smile widened and you sent a glance in her direction. “We may be intense people but we’re not going to hurt you.” Your eyes were soft with sincerity.

She didn’t say anything in return, nothing even bothered to form at the tip of her tongue. After watching her chew anxiously at her bottom lip for a few short seconds, you shook your head and rose to your feet.

She watched attentively as you ambled towards her your heels echoed against the floor like music to her ears. Your smile never faltered, even as you planted yourself atop of the desk.

Her eyes flickered shamelessly to where your skirt rode up your thighs and immediately shot back up to meet your amused expression. She would have been completely embarrassed, but that was no use.

The diversion of her attention caused you to cock a single eyebrow as you motioned for her to stand, “Come here.” On shaky legs, she rose to her feet and shuffled towards you until she was situated directly between your parted knees.

“I mean it, Wanda.” The sound of her name rolling so pointedly off your tongue only made her legs weaker and she braced her hands against the edge of the desk to keep herself upright.

Your fingers moved to her wrists, guiding her to press her open palms against either of your thighs, “Relax.”

You could see the hesitation flash in her eyes, fading away just as quiet before she heaved towards you and caught your lips. The surprised squeak that pushed from your throat vibrated against her lips, your hands flying up to cup her cheeks.

As if trying to catch you off guard, her tongue drew a soft strike against your bottom lip and you welcomed her to delve into your mouth with delirium.

Her hands tightened tentatively around your thighs, squeezing the flesh between slender fingers and forcing the fabric of your skirt towards your hips. The metal of her rings were cold and surely leaving crescent shaped indents in your skin.

Her eyes were dark when she pulled away, breath entangling with yours in the space between you both as you looked at each other without a single word.

You didn’t need to question what she was asking in her head as her eyes darted between yours and her neck twitched forward hopefully - keep going?

You nodded a silent encouragement as you watched her brain work overtime to decide whether that had been her cue to continue.

You slid your hands to the back of her head and tangled your fingers in the brunette locks at the base of her skull, just in time for her lips to find yours again; much more rushed and eager now.

You could feel her straighten against you as she regained some of the strength in her legs which she used to push yours further open and step closer.

You were prepared to take the lead, without Natasha there you figured someone would have to, but her nails began to rake against the inside of your thighs and you decided to let her explore what she was capable of doing on her own.

You hummed a soft ‘Yeah, just like that, Wanda’, and she took a moment to bask in the praise before brushing her tongue against yours and using your gasp as an excuse to move her lips down to your neck.

A shuttered moan echoed into the room, your own throat seemed surprised by the sound and you became embarrassingly glad that Natasha had convinced you to sound-proof the walls back when you first started dating. It was your turn to blush, Wanda catching the heat in your cheeks for the first time.

You looked entirely beautiful underneath her, she thought; all flushed as she watched the power dissipate from your demeanor. You were growing desperate, giving into her and she was lapping it up without a second thought.

“I’m not as weak as you think I am.” Wanda finally hissed, certainly a sharp tone for her but still a gentleness lingering somewhere behind it. She was scared to overstep, to come off wrong without the proper taunt on her voice that Natasha had.

Her teeth sunk into the skin of your collarbone and surely left a mark you’d have to half-heartedly scold her for later. But neither of you cared very much as your breathy laugh accompanied a teasing ‘then prove it’.

Of course, you didn’t actually think that she was weak - if the younger woman had taught you anything since you had hired her it was to know better than underestimate her abilities. But the opportunity was presenting itself and you were certainly going to milk whatever confidence-high she was riding for as long as you could.

She finally found it in her to brush her knuckle against the fabric of your underwear, just hard enough for you to feel the digit against your, already aching, clit.

Your head fell back, a hand leaving her neck to brace yourself against the glass surface of the desk, as she continued her eager assault down your chest. Bite marks and purple-red bruises followed her lips.

Just as her finger curled around the band of your underwear, the ring of the office phone shattered the delicate bubble the two of you had created around yourselves.

“Fucking hell.” You huffed frustratedly, pulling away to meet Wanda’s blown-out pupils as she looked up at you through her eyelashes.

Her hand begun to retreat warily from between your thighs and you quickly grabbed her wrist, urging her to continue with pleading eyes that could only be screaming please, please, please, don’t stop.

Wanda’s eyes glinted with uncertainty - but how could she deny you when you were looking at her so desperately as if she was solely responsible for the fate of your universe?

Her hands creeped up your thighs, circled around the band of your underwear, and began to guide the lacy fabric straight down the length of your legs.

Her chest filled with pride as her eyes skimmed over the wet spot in the middle of the fabric; coaxing flashbacks of the same prideful feeling that warmed her chest as she had helped Natasha fuck you nights ago.

The hand that wasn’t holding yourself up against the desk fell reluctantly and extended towards the phone, curling your fist around it and lifting it towards your ear.

“Romanoff.” You announced, heart hammering in your chest as all you could do was hope you sounded composed.

Wanda pressed her fingers to your entrance and gathered your slick on three fingers. In a surge of confidence and pure adrenaline, she locked her eyes onto yours and lifted her fingers to her lips before greedily sucking them clean.

Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip was the only line of defense between sounding out-of-breath at most and moaning straight into the phone.

“Oh, don’t sound so professional, doll.” Your eyes shot towards the phone at the sound of your wife’s voice, her number rolling across the small screen on the receiver.

The tension melted from your shoulders as Wanda returned her hand between your thighs, a single finger pushing into your cunt as far as she could and curling with intention - calculated.

Your hips craned towards her, a broken ‘b-baby’ falling somewhere between a breathy moan and a whispered calling to the red-head on the other end of the phone. You could practically hear the smirk that grew on Natasha’s lips then, imagining the way she likely leaned back in her own office chair at home and proper her feet up on the desk.

Wanda’s finger curled again against your eagerly contracting walls, the sound of your ever-growing arousal was surely audible enough for your wife to hear from where she was.

Natasha’s voice was much darker when she spoke next, “You know I love that sound of that, baby.” If you had to guess, you would have assumed that her eyes were just as dark and clouded as the ones Wanda peered up at you with.

A shuttered whimper was all your wife received in return as another ardent finger was added to aid Wanda’s ministrations inside you.

“Such pretty sounds, dove.” Natasha sung, “You by yourself in there or has my brilliant little protégé finally taken some initiative?” You would have laughed if it hadn’t have been for Wanda’s palm grinding against your clit and your continually dwindling composure. A pleasured hiss forced itself between your gritted teeth as your head fell onto the brunette’s shoulder.

“Wanda, fuck.”

Natasha laughed, loud enough for Wanda to hear. “I guess that answers that, doesn’t it?” The phone tumbled from your hands and clattered onto the desk, just in time for you to catch yourself from slipping backwards.

Wanda’s fingers sped up, hungry-looking eyes watching you closely as you ground your hips so desperately against her palm.

Blindly, your hand fumbled for the dialer and transferred the call onto speaker before quickly shooting forward and tangling into its rightful place in the back of Wanda’s head.

“So good for me.” Wanda finally mumbled, even as she feared that her sudden courage would break her strict concentration.

“Oh, I see.” Natasha stated, all signs of a smirk leaking from her voice. “Let me guess, she’s got you pinned against that gorgeous desk of yours with one of those perfect hands between your pretty thighs?” She knew what she was doing, further igniting the need in your chest.

She always knew how to add fuel to the fire.

It was only a defeated yelp but it said enough to answer her question, your hips desperately pushing forward for more, more, more; which Wanda was happy to give.

“Is she being good for you, Maximoff? Don’t you dare let her be a brat.”

Wanda groaned at your wife’s tone, quickly following up with, “So good, so fucking good.” The praise made your heart beat impossibly faster. “Want more!” You squealed as Wanda’s teeth sunk into your shoulder.

“Now that’s not how you ask for something, dove.” Natasha’s voice was harsh, something she figured Wanda wouldn’t have the heart to do yet.

But Wanda surprised all three of you as her free hand left it’s place on your thigh and gripped tightly your chin to force you to look at her, “Say ‘please’.” She demanded, the strictness in her voice yanking a pleading moan from your chest.

You were far worse than anything the word ‘needy’ could describe; on the verge of falling apart underneath the younger woman and too fucked-out to care about composure when a thousand variations is please, Wanda, please give me more! started raining from your tongue so fast they became nearly incoherent babbles.

Wanda, satisfied with the dynamic that had settled between the two of you, complied to your wishes and sunk a third finger into your cunt. You welcomed the newest intrusion, hungrily clenching around all of her fingers as your throat contracted with another loud moan.

“Mommy!” It startled Wanda, her fingers faltering for a fraction of a second before quickly working into you again at a speed you weren’t entirely sure was human. “Oh,” Natasha laughed wickedly, “Now the real fun begins.”

Wanda’s fingers curled and twisted as if she knew your body. Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more surprised at her sudden dominance, the hand from your chin fell to wrap around your throat and squeezed at either side.

“Oh, my little dove, you sound so messy.” Natasha’s comment only made you more and more desperate to cum, bucking wildly against Wanda’s hand with little regard to how outright pathetic you must have looked.

“I’m so fucking close.” Your high-pitched plead was shattered by a needy whine, one that burned in the back of your throat.

Wanda spoke up quickly, “Ask daddy if you can cum.” It was a shot in the dark, for her to even assume you called Natasha that. But her demand made your eyes fall onto her own so, even as the words tasted unfamiliar on her tongue, the glint in your eye made it worth sticking her neck out.

“Go ahead, ask her all pretty like I know you know how.”

You shuttered, bracing a hand against her shoulder as your nails curled into the delicate skin. “Daddy, please!” You gasped, “Please, please! I’ll be so good! I promise I’ll be good. Please just let me cum!”

This is what she wanted, to have complete power over you as you did nothing but take. With her fingers working inside your cunt as if she’d always be the only thing standing between you and pure bliss, there was no time for you to think. No time for strategy or counter.

On the other end of the call, it was silent for a moment, as if Natasha was very seriously contemplating her answer before a satisfied hum rang out, “Fine. But you better make it real good, dove, for playing without me.”

She sounded upset, and Wanda probably thought she was as her fingers slowed down ever so slightly, but you knew your wife better than that. She was extremely proud of Wanda’s growing desire to please you.

Your hand fell and circled around Wanda’s wrist again, urging her to keep going and go fast. Her hand sped up again; fingers pressing into that spot inside you that made your entire body twitch with need, the other tightening around your throat as you gasped for breath.

You let out a loud wail as you came, fist enclosing impossibly tighter around Wanda’s forearm and head doubling back so fast that the blood began to rush through your ears.

The sound of Wanda’s name bounced off the walls, accompanied by her praises of, “You’re so good, making Mommy so proud, baby.”

You latched your lips onto hers, desperate to ground yourself back into the world of feeling. It was a hasty kiss, rushed and sloppy as Wanda’s fingers collected the drool that dribble down your chin before pushing her fingers into your inviting mouth.

You whined around her fingers, shuttering away from her as the feeling became overwhelming. Her fingers slowed to a stop and rested inside your cunt for a moment as you clenched around them.

Most of the encouraging praises from Natasha sounded no more than radio static on your overdriven ears. You did catch the rewarding ‘good job, my dove’ that she hummed as the excitement subsided and the room fell into a chorus of heavy breathing and the occasional involuntary whimper as Wanda retracted her fingers completely and licked them clean.

Natasha let the both of you unwind for a moment, listening to the sound of your breathing evening out in sync before she spoke, “Wanda, I expect to see you tonight. It sounds like a reward is in order.” An excited shiver fell down Wanda’s spine.

“Yes ma’am.” The word made Natasha scoff playfully, “Oh don’t pull that shit with me now, what did I tell you?”

“Sorry, Nat.” Wanda corrected herself with a blush.

“Now do me a favor, sweetheart. Take that pretty little lace piece you’ve got laying on the floor and keep it safe for me, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes at your wife’s antics as Wanda bent down and scooped your underwear into her hands before tucking them into the same pocket as her beloved post-it note.

It took her a moment before her face scrunched in confusion, glancing down at where your underwear resided in her pocket and then shooting up to meet your eyes, “How did she know…?”

A giggle fell from your lips, your hand coming up to point into the top corner of the room. She followed with her eyes, until they landed on a camera hanging from the ceiling. She looked back at you then, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“What?” You started, cheeky grin playing on your lips, “This is one of my favorite places to play.”

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i am simply responding with my reactions to the ask bc llama said i should (: i am totally normal (: mhm (:

totally (::: normal (::::::::::

as u all know i’m not a huge holder of knowledge for lore…..but holy shit these asks are fuckin me up 😵‍💫

FIRSTLY??????? going for death spots first?????? Ant going RIGHT FOR THE FEET????? COMPLETELY ILLEGAL WHAT IS THIS????!!!!!!!! and okay lemme ask bc i know they come later - does he START with an electric toothbrush? or just a regular one? regardless it’s fucking TORTURE between the toes and the ball and the arch and the heel 😵‍💫 and THE FAct hE GETS BORED SO FAST??!!!? WHEN DREAM IS HOWLING AND SCREAMING AND BEGGING?????? ANTFROST U CRUEL LIL GUY 😭

them making it a COMPETITION I WOULD LITERALLY PASS THE HECK AWAY?????? and like llama said it’s with someone who already had knowledge on how to destroy him and so it’s completely unfair, but they do it anyway!!!! and ant just keeps going and Going and GOING until he wins and has dream sobbing!?!/!/!/!—$/8-& holy FUCK??? AND THE FACT THEY BOTH TEASE REGARDLESS OF WHO’S DOING THE TKLING THE WHOLE TIME??????? CRUEL AND UNUSUAL TORTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

……..nnow the electric toothbrushes…………

it was bad enough to have TWO on the ribs okay…but then under his arms????? and i thought surely okay, this must be it (: but no (: because now there are SOME - SOME, I DUNNO HOW MANY BUT SOME - on his sides, under his KNEES AND TOES????? (WHAT THE FUCK???????) AND THEN AND THEN AT THE LIL DIP ON HIS TUMMY????? WHAT THE HELL???? SOUP? SOUP PLS???????

AND. THEY TURN. THEM. ALL ON. AT THE SAME. TIME???????????????? PLS???????? HOW WOULD ONE SURVIVE THAT???

and okay next is the fucking noNCHALANT SHIT AGAIN OKAY MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT the fact that ant and quackity are just sitting there playing cards and not acknowledging the fact they have a very tkled out dream underneath of them, cackling and in hysterics and whimpering and SOBBING the whole time????! holy fuck?????????

and like llama said the fucking TEASES????????? and the one about pointing out how pink he is or suggesting he wants even MORE tks while everything else is going on????? oh my FUCKSJSBGSSKNZJANSSNN i cannot breathe i am passing away. the tks alone would kill anyone but TEASES TOO?!?!?!?!?! holy fuck soup holy fuck. may have teared up again maybe.

ant switching up and putting quackity in bc he’s a lil jokester is adorable and also hilariously cruel, bc quackity knows now what ant is capable of AND knows what tools they have on hand. my lil sweet baby dream is too panicked to do it though and they do help him calm down ): maybe one day he’ll get to help ant toy with quackity, i think after some healing he may find he enjoys it more than he thinks he will (quackity too)

but them playing a game and being giggly and jokey and playful with him to calm him down????? my heart ): and gentle tummy and side tks for dream ): oh my goodness he deserves them sm and he would be melting and loving it too ):

all in all……..soup this was fucking cruel, i’m bright red, i don’t think i’ll ever stop blushing, but you made it cute in the end and i slightly forgive you (not really but i had to try and end this wholesomely right?)

….actually no i don’t! soup, u and i have BEEF NOW

The second visitor is Antfrost.

Ant’s a prison guard and all, but he’s not one that Dream sees all that often. He shirks work a lot, he does the bare minimum whenever he can get away with it, and he doesn’t really care enough to visit him anyway, not like Bad or even Sam did. So Dream’s…honestly kind of confused when he sees him follow Quackity off the drawbridge. Why is he here? Was he forced into another shift or something? But the thing about Ant — the thing he misses at first — is that he is very similar to Quackity in one key way: he likes to PLAY.

He doesn’t get it initially, but he figures it out pretty quick.

Ant is MEAN. He teases, and taunts, and he goes straight to his death spots to get him howling right off the bat. He goes for his feet first, scribbling with a toothbrush between his toes, along the balls, into the curves of the arch and the heel. He stops pretty quickly — bored and all — but that’s just the beginning. Because suddenly he gets the idea to challenge Quackity to a competition of who can make Dream laugh the loudest.

Quackity has experience, so he wins the first round, but Ant isn’t satisfied and keeps on upping it. “Best of three!” “Best of seven!” “Best of nine!” And he’s a bit of a terror himself, too. He has little sharp claws that he likes to run inside Dream’s armpits and under his knees, and he likes to nuzzle his fluffy face into Dream’s tummy, as well. And it’s a competition, sure, but both of them still tease him like crazy regardless of who’s turn it is.

Ant also gets the idea to tape some of the electric brushes to Dream’s skin, right over his worst spots. Two large ones are propped against the sides of his ribs, two more are settled into his bare armpits, there are some on his sides, under his knees, under his toes — one is even settled right against the base of his bellybutton. Dream’s already whimpering in anticipation — but Ant and Quackity simply grin at him before turning them all on at once. It’s horrible — and it’s even worse because the two of them aren’t even really paying attention to him. They start playing a game of cards and use his tummy as a table, sobs of laughter turning to background noise as they try to beat each other at a game of poker.

And then Dream makes the mistake of begging them to stop ignoring him.

That’s pretty much exactly what Ant was going for, and now he and Quackity get to oblige his request by showering him in attention. “Aww, did we make you feel lonely?” “Look how pink you are! You’re like a little peach!” “Do those mean old brushies feel tickly, baby? Hm?” “Or maybe you want some more scritches, right…here!” Lots of baby talk. It makes the tickles feel nigh unbearable.

They stop pretty soon after that, Dream a full on mess. But after Quackity goes to let Dream out, Ant decides to play a trick and manages to get Quackity cuffed in his place. “I think Dream deserves to have some fun, too, hm?” he grins. And Quackity sputters and struggles, but he’s stuck. Ant beckons Dream over.

The thing is, though: Dream is TERRIBLE at tickling Quackity. He might have been good at it once, but he hasn’t so much as initiated a hug in god knows how long, and all the recent physical affection has basically been with him on the receiving end. So he obediently tries to help, but he uses too firm of a touch, he doesn’t know where to zero in, and soon Quackity’s giggling not because it tickles but because of how BAD Dream is at this. Ant tries to guide him on how to do it better. It helps a bit.

More than that, though: he’s scared. He knows that Quackity is going to come back — it’s a daily thing. And if he steps too far, he knows he’s going to suffer for it. He doesn’t want to misbehave, and he doesn’t know where the line is anymore. He’s not having fun, he’s defusing a bomb.

The two guards notice after a little bit. They share a glance over his head, and then Ant subtly reaches over and flips a switch, and Quackity is free.

Dream immediately starts babbling out panicked apologies when Quackity sits up, stumbling backwards and tripping over his feet and then pushing himself into the wall. He tries to blame Ant and then corrects himself because nobody wants to hear excuses but he’s sorry and he won’t do it again Sir please —

“…Let’s play something else, okay?” Quackity says.

The two of them are pretty worried after that. Quackity lets Dream cling to him like a koala, trembling like a leaf and with terrified tears running down his face. Ant is at a bit of a loss as to how to help, but he sits there and rubs his back and cracks some stupid jokes. Eventually he manages to calm down a bit, too exhausted to shiver.

Quackity and Ant like to play, so they decide to rope him into one last game. A bit of a roughhousing game, to tire him out just that extra bit. And Dream SUCKS at it — he’s crippled and tired and skittish as hell — but somehow it’s still fun, and by the end of it he’s giggling a bit as he gets his “punishment” in the form of gentle tickles on his sides and tummy. He falls asleep like that.

(Sam starts motivating Ant by promising him a chance to tag along with Quackity if he does a good enough job on his weekly shifts.)

fzyxyshfenwkdjw my heckin god SOUP 😭 my heart it’s been played like a ping pong ball 😭 ohhhhh what an emotional rollercoaster iwndkckdjwwccee AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(llamas discussion below 😵‍💫)

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ok so my heckin god i barely even know where to start for this one?? but my god i love that ant seems to go to the session to be entertained. like maybe he was bored and free that night, and so quackity’s offer to show him what he had been doing for dream’s therapy seemed, adequately entertaining.

fzyxygss rhe fact that he goes straight for the feet (all over the heckin feet. like my god between the toes and everything he just goes ham) with an electric toothbrush????? like it’s so different to sam who’s so methodical and particular about where he starts, and quackity who likes the build up and taunts. ant just goes straight in 😵‍💫

the competition over who can make dream laugh the most 😭 ohhhh i love this trope so much,, especially with one of them being way more experienced at tickling dream than the other 👌🏼 and also because ant keeps demanding more rounds,, meaning that dream never truly knows which round is the last. the fluffy face and claw attributes of ant’s are also so epic. fluffy tummy nuzzles with the inability to curl up ☹️

faysyxuss but THEN they start TAPING the TOOTHBRUSHES TO HIMW WGZYXUXUSJ. oh my feckin god like i can imagine them debating how many to tape on in front of dream as well. like they already have them taped to his ribs, sides, knees. armpits, feet and then they’re still debating if they should tape one to his tummy 😵‍💫 and like adjusting it’s position so that it gets the absolutely perfect spot. and the whole time dream just has to lie there helplessly while they tape them all on 😣

and then they turn them all on and ignore him 🫠

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my mouth quite literally dropped at this part. like they just somehow communicate (presumably intimidated by ant) with each other that it would be funny to just,, start playing poker while he lies there; on him even?! 😖 i like the idea of them complaining about their wobbly table, but not once acknowledging that their table is actually dream. they just continue their card game 😅

annnddd then he falls into the trap of telling them not to ignore him 🫠 aftzyxgs. and consequently he’s showered in baby teases omggggggggggg 🥺 cdream getting baby teases is just 🤌🏼 but also specifically the “Did we make you feel lonely?” tease is so feckin flustery oh my heckin god like my stomach is flippingggggg ;-; and the fact that ant had planned it out all along. poor babyyy dweaaammm my heartttt

AND THEN!! you have this epic plot twist that made my mouth hang open again :0 quackity gets trapped!! that’s so cute that ant just flips it so quickly :,) and the idea of him beckoning dream over and dream being all shy 😢

and then you broke my heart by having him getting all panicked about it 😖 it’s that same thing where dream is too scared to make quackity mad, in case he gets literally tortured for it. the idea of him stumbling back when quackity is let up and begging and pleading for quackity to forgive him for acting out; trying to blame ant but realising that could get him in trouble too :(( it’s like the second dream’s given control when it comes to quackity, he gets sent into a spiral of panic. he barely has the guts to think for himself. it’s probably part of the reason why the therapy is so nice for him. he doesn’t have to worry

the fact that he clings to quackity while they switch games is so adorable omg. like he knows that quackity has at least some intentions to keep him safe, but he’s just so terrified that the safety is conditional. he’s terrified of making quackity mad or doing anything wrong, just in case he gets punished for it :( it would also be extra scary for him because he’s still not entirely sure why it is that ant has visited him in the first place. like his paranoia would be having a field day

the soft tickles to calm him down ☹️ my heart. it falls. like just such soft side and tummy tickles and reassurance. stuff to get him giggling but not enough to be breathless. stuff to make his skin jump and quiver but not enough for him to pull away. he just continues to stay clung to quackity’s side as he giggles into his dress shirt, until eventually he’s pulled into a much needed sleep :,) it’s like a full movie worth of emotions here 🤧 soupy poopy the destroyer continues to destroy 🫠

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