#mommy master emerald

[pleasantstarfishnerd]

i really like the idea of ME acting like a mom to Knuckles.

It would be really funny and cute if the Master Emerald would do things like telepathically remind Knuckles to brush his teeth. Can't have our guardian getting cavities and gingivitis!🪥

Or tell him when to go to bed. Little guardians need bedtimes so they can get enough rest.

[auroralwriting]

hi! here’s a little fic idea or something to maybe toy around with: spencer with a blair waldorf-esque partner (maybe just a similar upbringing?? idk) but yeah, maybe like the insecurity that comes from growing up like that. or like the softness in finally opening yourself up to love where you had to make yourself cold before. idk.

fashion!

spencer reid x fem!reader

an exposing gala finally reveals your hidden wealth to your team, and to spencer

word count: 2.4k / warnings: pure fluff, negative self thoughts, spencer is a sweetie and rossi is supportive dad, no use of y/n, bombshell/rich girl reader

The luxurious life you lived was one you kept hush-hush, private, and behind closed doors for all who wanted to peek in. You knew it was obvious that you came from some money. You went to Yale and got your masters from Harvard. Sometimes, you wore more expensive clothing, like classic Louboutin heels or Dior sweaters.

You kept all of your money and lifestyle private for the simple fact that you didn't want to be treated differently at work. Your teammates, friends, were your favorite people. They were all very humble, sometimes minus Rossi, and so incredibly kind. You didn't want them to assume that Mommy and Daddy bought you this job. That you didn't deserve your position in the FBI.

However, when Rossi invited the team to an expensive gala where you knew people would recognize you, you realized you were absolutely doomed.

"I have no clue what to wear to things like these!" Penelope cried out in faux agony. You and the rest of the girls were shopping in the mall, not a fashion mall, but a regular one, for clothes to wear to the gala. "I don't dress up fancily ever!"

JJ smiled calmingly, "Pen, you'll look gorgeous in anything you wear."

Your brain began to work overtime, fashion knowledge bustling in your brain at a million miles an hour. "Pink," You said. Your voice was always on the cool side, your demeanor stoic like Hotch. You were the fun one, though, and knew how and when to let loose. You liked to think of yourself as highly mature and collected. "A blush pink, not rose. Rose will wash you out."

Penelope blinked in surprise, "Really?"

"Absolutely." You nodded in confirmation.

"Ooh," Emily clasped her hands together, "Do me!"

It took you no less than a second to reply. "Dark red, burgundy, maroon. You suit a darker feminine look." You turned to JJ, raising an eyebrow. "Have you ever considered emerald green?"

JJ paused for a moment, "No, I haven't."

"You should. It would bring out your eyes." You replied with the smallest hint of a smile.

"How do you know all this?" Penelope asked, highly intrigued. "Are you some fashion goddess?"

You felt yourself fully smile, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "I've just always been really good with color-analysis, I guess." It wasn't a lie, color analysis went into profiling, and it came with growing up rich as fu-

"What are you going to wear?" Emily curiously asked, setting her hand in her head.

"I have a few ideas." You nonchalantly replied. "I think I have some dresses at home that will work."

Leading up to the gala, you found yourself feeling anxious anytime someone brought it up, which was all the time. Yes, you knew it was excitement, but it made you nervous to rationalize whether your friends would hate your or not after this. You tried to play it cool, nodding along to the conversations, but one comment really bothered you.

"God, I cannot wait to eye all those rich girls," Derek dreamily sighed, thinking about how much flirting he was going to participate in. "I hear the aristocrat-girls know how to push your buttons."

You knew Derek didn't mean it to be insulting, he was just joking, but it caused you feel a pang in your heart.

As the others continued to talk, you felt eyes boring holes into your body. It was Spencer, probably your closest friend on the team, and the guy you were hopelessly in love with. You'd never admitted it to anyone, the fear of rejection buried deep in your bones. You didn't want to lose him as a friend above anything else.

"Hey," Spencer softly whispered, taking in the look that had settled on your face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Spence." You nodded, allowing yourself to give him a sweet smile, the one that he knew was reserved for him and him only.

Spencer gave you a suspicious look. "You know Derek didn't mean it like that," He offered, reaching out to squeeze your arm.

"I know," you nodded. "Really, Spence. I'm okay."

The loss of your usual glimmer in your eyes had vanished before Spencer's eyes. He knew you better than that. Something was definitely up.

Even if he was your best friend, he found it hard to gather a good read on you sometimes. No one had ever been to your apartment, knew where you lived, met any of your family, absolutely nothing personal. You went to everyone else's places, met their families, it made Spencer's brain wrap around itself trying to figure you out. You were so open with him, yet so closed off at the same time. It was like you were hiding some deep, dark secret that you didn't want to hurt him. Nonetheless, he trusted your judgement, never prying too hard. He was too in love with you to even consider hurting you.

The night of the gala finally approached. You sat in front of your vanity, finishing up your hair and makeup. Reluctantly, you gave Rossi your address to come get you. He had hired out a limo to take the team to the gala.

As you walked outside, the cool chill of the air was a huge contrast to the heat inside, reminding you of how brutal Virginia autumn's could be. As you opened the door, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was just Rossi.

"I had a feeling you didn't want anyone to know where you lived," He remarked, a knowing look on his face. "From one to another, I know when someone has expensive taste. You, my dear, struck me as an aristocrat from day one."

"Does anyone else know?" You asked softly, biting your lip.

Rossi let out a huff of air, "Of course not. But you should tell them, preferably tonight."

"What if they think differently of me?" Your voice felt small, and you noticed the way Rossi looked at you with comfort. It was obvious that this was an unusual way to see you, but deep down, you were a sensitive, caring soul who played the part of the cold, badass agent too well.

"I can assure you, they won't." Rossi squeezed your hand for a moment, allowing you to buckle yourself in.

One by one, the team began arriving. They all looked amazing, of course, but the one that stuck out to you was Spencer in his classic black and white tux. Of course, his eyes couldn’t leave you, either. Mentally, you made a note of this eye-checking out, or eye-fucking, as Derek so gracefully called it.

Penelope was the last to arrive, and she gasped when she saw you. “That’s Prada!” She pointed, her mouth agape.

“My mom gifted it to me on my twenty-first birthday,” You explained, feeling relief when the team played it off as a very generous gift.

The gala was gorgeous, white, gold, and black filling your eyes. Of course, you’d definitely seen better, but it was your first gala in a few years. It was refreshing to see. The team, on the other hand, looked amazed at it all.

“This is the most amazingly spectacular thing I’ll ever witness in my life.” Penelope gaped.

“It really is gorgeous,” JJ nodded in agreement.

Even Hotch was staring wide eyed at the hall. “Hey,” Derek asked. “Why do you not look at all surprised or even any other feeling besides neutral at this? That cold?” Derek teased, unknowing of your true feelings.

Before you could answer, you heard a gasp from behind you. Your name was emphasized. You turned around to see a woman, her early forties, and the worst fucking haircut— Maggie Lowdry.

“My dear! It’s been far too long since you’ve been to a gala. Had us all worried sick you’d vanished, or far worse.” Maggie gave you an elegant hug that you reciprocated.

“I’ve been very busy with work,” You replied with a wide smile. “Maggie, this is my team. My team also includes Agent David Rossi.”

Maggie went wide eyed, “David Rossi! What are the odds Miss Heiress and my favorite author know each other, let alone are co-workers!”

You cringed at her words, sucking in a breath. Rossi chuckled, responding for you. “Not that low, for the area. Please, let me grab you a refreshment.”

Rossi gave you a knowing look, guiding Maggie away. Closing your eyes, you slowly turned around. “Look-”

“You’re rich?” Emily asked, interrupting you.

“Yes, but-”

“For how long?” Derek interjected.

“My whole life, I guess. It’s-”

“What do your parents do?” JJ inquired.

“They both own their own finance companies. This isn’t-”

Spencer’s words cut the deepest, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Covering your mouth, you shook your head, refusing to let tears well to the surface. The look on your face surprised the team. They hadn’t expected you to be so touchy about this.

“I’m sorry, I need air.” You quickly walked away and back outside to catch your breath.

“She’s sensitive,” Hotch began to profile you meticulously. “She puts on a cold front to trick us into thinking she’s someone completely different. In reality, we know she isn’t cold from how often she jokes or laughs and smiles. We know she’s hiding something, maybe a bad past. If we looked closer, we would have realized that this is why she never let us come over, or hardly went shopping with the girls.” Hotch paused for a moment, “She’s scared we’ll treat her differently.”

Emily frowns at his words, "We would never treat her differently because of her background."

"Or because she's rich," JJ added.

Hotch shook his head, "We're all lower-to-middle class. Maybe she thought we would resent her, or potentially believe we assume her parents bought her everything."

"A common stereotype for children of aristocrats is imposter syndrome," Spencer began. "Is that what.. is.."

"Reid, maybe you should go check on her." Derek insisted. "You're her favorite, anyway."

Biting his tongue at Derek's words, Spencer silently agreed as he followed in your previous footsteps. When he exited the building, he saw you sitting on the stone steps, staring into the city.

Spencer softly spoke your name, causing you to look up at him. No matter how hard you tried, Spencer noticed the redness in your eyes. "Can I sit?" Spencer softly asked, gesturing beside you. When you didn't respond, Spencer took that as an opening. He slowly sat next to you, his eyes never once leaving you. "We aren't mad at you."

"Do you think any differently of me?" Your voice was softer than Spencer ever thought he'd heard it before. You'd been with the buero for eight months, twenty six days, and thirteen hours. Even if he knew you well enough, he knew you'd done a damn good job of keeping your own secret.

"Yes," Spencer honestly answered, causing you to look at him wide-eyed as he continued. "I think you're much more sensitive and sweet than you let on to be. Sometimes, we could see the real you if we looked hard enough." You felt your heart beat die down at his words. "I think you're scared that we won't like you anymore because, what, you're rich?"

Your brows furrowed, "Is that not it?"

"Of course not," Spencer chuckled, grabbing your soft, manicured hands. "It doesn't matter if you're the President or anything less than,"

"I thought you guys would hate me," You chuckled at yourself, taking in Spencer's words. You'd been silly this whole time.

Spencer gave you a sympathetic look, "How could we ever hate you?" His thumbs rubbed the top of your hands, just in front of your knuckles. "Plus, I think we all already thought you came from a little money, that or you had incredible debt."

You laughed at his words, causing Spencer to smile brightly. "Maybe some things gave it away."

"Maybe," Spencer warmly agreed, the smile on your face making his heart soar. "Honestly, I know I only feel much better about you,"

"Yeah?" You breathed out.

"Yeah," Spencer confirmed with a nod. "I feel like I'm really starting to understand you. I really think I'm gonna love this you." He paused, taking a deep, supporting breath in. "But, I already do, so maybe that means it'll only get stronger."

Your breath hitched in your throat as your lips slightly parted in surprise. "You- You love me?"

Spencer awkwardly smiled, "Yeah, I love you."

"I love you, too." You admitted, a warmth spreading across your cheeks. "I have since, like, they day I met you."

"I fell in love with you two months and three days after I met you." Spencer replied. He took note of your confused face and decided to help clear up what he meant. "Remember that case where you nearly got set on fire to grab one of the Hutchenson kids from their house fire?"

The memory came back to you in an instant, "That's when you fell in love with me? When I was coughing and covered in ash?"

"When you risked your life to save a child, even after the fact sending her to the first ambulance that arrived despite the fact that you couldn't breathe." Spencer corrected as you shook your head.

"I cannot believe that's when you fell in love with me." You admitted with a small laugh.

Spencer gave you his dorky half-smile, "If it helps, I'm falling in love with you all over again right now." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ears, "So you get a do-over."

After a moment of the two of you just simply existing together, relishing in the presence of your love, you decided it was time to go back inside. "We need to go back inside soon. Or, I do. My presence is expected."

"Of course, I can't hog you all to myself, can I?" Spencer teased as he helped you stand up.

"You can have me all to yourself anytime there isn't a gala," Spencer's cheeks grew red at your words as you internally cheered. "Plus, now I have a boyfriend to introduce?"

Spencer nodded quickly, "Yes, you do."

"Good," You smiled, slowly turning around to walk back inside. "I hope you know how to dance too, by the way. The waltz is common at these types of galas."

"Wait, what? No, no, I can't dance- hey, wait up!"

[madammidnightsblog]

Diabolik Lovers Overstimulation

WARNING : overstimulation, mommy kink, dirty talking, blowjob, creampie, anal, library sex, cum, master kink, humiliation kink, mistress kink, blood kink, knife play, food play, toys, thigh riding, slightly foot humping, slight Exabition, wax play, table sex, couch sex, hair pulling, riding

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Ayato

He deeply hates being overstimulated for the very fact you get to tease him until he’s close to cumming only for you to pull away, making him cry and thrash around in a fit. Your hands stroking him quickly which has him shivering on the bed, hands practically ripping the silk sheet under him and with the way  your hands squeezing him with every pump has him moaning loud and bucking up into your hand, trying to fuck into the tight grip of your hand but failing. His emerald eyes staring up at the ceiling as tears spilled beautifully due to the intense pleasure you were giving him right after making him cum a second time, pulling him closer to his third orgasm. You look at his shaking form and laugh when remembering his cocky attitude he had before and now he is shaking from getting a handjob.

"What happened to that cocky attitude, hm?" You teased while rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip which made him gasp.

Doing his best, he sat up slowly and glared at you which only made you laugh more, "S..Shut up!" He barked, face growing red in embarrassment.

Your lips formed a faux pout in a mocking manner while your hand stilled, watching how he instantly started to whine and apologize because in reality, he loved it. He loved how your attention was on him and only him and making him cry just for your entertainment was something he wanted, knowing you love seeing him in that state and only him. His apologies were only falling on deaf ears. It seemed as if you just let your hand sit there limply and you just watched him try to form the words only to just sob. You were mean to him just a bit, knowing how cocky he is and always barking orders but you weren’t mean enough to keep him hanging so your hand started to move slowly and it was enough for him to hiccup a ‘thank you’. 

“That’s right, thank me, like the slut you should,” your free hand cupped his balls and massaged them which had him shivering, “Sluts like you thanks their Master for touching them.” Ayato wanted to tell you off so badly but he couldn’t form any words, only letting out moans and broken sobs as you pulled him closer to an orgasm that he knew he’d never get. 

Shu

"You're not doing it right... Like this Mistress." He spoke softly, guiding your head to help you suck him off the way he likes. 

Despite him wanting you to help you, he was slowly losing his mind from the sensitivity after having four orgasms prior and he was doing his best not to thrust into your mouth. Finally getting it, you slowly worked your tongue around his dick while pulling his hands away from your hair and entangled your fingers together, bobbing your head quickly which had him panting softly. His eyes closed and allowed you to take complete control and pleasuring him, he slowly pulled your left hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, his tongue dancing along your skin before he pressed his lip against your hand once again and trailed wet kisses down to your wrist. The faint scent of your blood seduced him more and he couldn’t help but nip at the soft flesh, his dick throbbing against your tongue every time his fangs threaten to pierce your wrist and it made you take his dick further down your throat while your tongue teased the veins along his length. Shu wasn’t really this horny or sloppy no matter how aroused he was but today was different, the scent of your blood and the overstimulation seemed to trigger something in him and he couldn’t help the strong urge to sink his fangs into you and suck you dry and with his dick stuffed in your mouth, he had no choice but you cum. 

“Mistress… You smell ‘o good,” he moaned as his fangs finally pierced your skin, breaking the soft flesh as they push further until the metallic taste of your blood landed on his tongue, “And ‘o sweet.”

It didn’t take long for him to cum after that, his dick thrusted into your mouth slightly, soft squelching from your wet caven filled the quiet room as drool and his cum dripped from the corners of your mouth. 

Laito

His lips are pressed against your inner thighs as his dick was violently abused by a vibrating cock ring, doing its best to milk him through his first orgasm. His beautiful emerald eyes slowly looked up at you as he slowly pulled away, his body slightly shaking from the pleasure while he crawled on top of you before grinding down into your lap, your hands gripping his hips and forcing him to grind faster which made him purr. Your eyes stared into his eyes, they pooled with endless lust which enchanted you and his soft moans seemed to make your brain go blank and all you could think of was making him scream. Laito was loving the attention and overwhelming pleasure that ran up his spine, bringing him closer to forgetting everything and getting lost in the need to cum.

"Laito, Darling... You look sexy above me like this.." Your voice came out soft and lustful.

He started to move quicker, his hips dragging against your thigh as his second orgasm washes over him and pulling him closer to his third one as the cock ring's vibrations became too much, "Y.. You look beautiful, Mommy." He purrs in ecstasy.

You just smirked and rubbed circles into his skin which pulled out more purrs from the red head. Laito wasn't the type to care about his partner's pleasure and never put the effort to fake it but for you, he wanted to please you and knowing just him following your orders and cumming for you is the enough to make you feel good and he was making sure you'll enjoy every bit of it. His hips stuttered slightly with every drag against you, his eyes closing, and moans of your name slipped off his tongue so easily and you were sure he was going to cum once again.

Reiji

"It's not like you to cum from drinking my blood alone. It's so cute." You teased the tall male as he kneels only in just his boxers, your thigh pressed to his lips.

The big wet spot on his boxers grows bigger as he unattached fangs from your leg, licking the stray blood away while staring you in the eyes. His crimson eyes gleamed in the light and to make him look more beautiful than he already is, his pale skin was dusted with pink from a drunken haze from your blood, intoxicating him. You cupped the side of his face as your right foot pressed against his bulge, pressing firmly against it which had small gasps of pleasure leaving his lips and he held back from rolling his hips against your foot. Seeing him holding back, you smirked while leaning forward until your face was an inch away from his and teased him with lewd ideas.

That seemed to be enough to have him cum in his boxers once again before scowling, "I'm filthy now, tsk, I do hope I can change soon." He mumbled in distaste.

You let out a breathy laugh, "You aren't going to, pretty boy, I'm not done with you just yet." with that, that foot on his bulge rubbed up and down slowly.

Reji wasn't happy to hear that because he had to get ready for night school in an a few hours and had to make sure his brothers weren't going to cause any issues to make them late but here you are, making a promise it won't be them making them late. You traced his cock through the wet material, the soft touching made a groan vibrate in his chest while he tried to pull away in hopes to calm himself but you just reached out to grab his hair, yanking him forward to keep him close.

"Come 0n, Reji," your foot moving faster, "I'm not gonna tell you again so stay put."

Yui

Yui is a very innocent and naive human; her purity has your mind running with lewd thoughts and your hands mold perfectly into the dips of her hips. Wanting to tarnish her beautiful pale skin with hickeys and bite marks and have your sharp anils dug into the soft flesh of her hips, the thought of her own blood painting her skin from your fangs has you shivering in ecstasy. She sat in your lap as you sunk your fangs into her bare shoulder, her hips shaking slightly as the vibrator buzzed intensely inside her dripping cunt and pulls sweet moans from her throat, pushing her over the edge with guiding her through the pleasure. Her third orgasm is close to unfolding and you sucking on her rich blood softly has shivers of arousal down her spine, trying to unravel the knot in her stomach and cum all over your leg. You detached your fangs carefully and pulled away to see her teary face, the cute glassy look in her eyes as the pleasure builds up and the shake in her hips once the toy dully hits the sweet spot in her that has stars dancing in her vision,

"You look so cute like this darling. I do wonder what other cute noises you are capable of making." Your voice came out low and husky, staring her in the eyes as she cried softly.

Her eyes softly close as her third orgasm finally hits, sending her over the edge and collapsing into you,"Cu..Cumming!" She moans out, holding onto your shoulders as her body quivers in sensitivity.

You cooed. Hands rubbing up and down her sides while she rides out her high, but you never move to turn off or down the vibrator, loving how she cries and cums over and over for you. It never bored you how the tiny human was whenever you decided to show her what the church was trying to make her miss out, making her tight pussy cream over and over until you had enough. Poor girl was worn out and wanted to sleep but your hands just slip down to the apples of her ass and pulls her cheeks apart before bouncing your leg slightly which made her sob softly.

Kou

It's hard to get some alone time with him long enough to even do more than kissing since the young idol is always busy but luckily for you both, he was free for the day. His lips are pressed against your for sweet and chaste kisses as you hold his hips as they slowly roll down onto you, soft whimpers came from despite him trying to hold them back. Knowing his stubborn personality, you persuaded his moans by digging your nails into his bare hips and drawing out those sweet noises he wanted to keep from you. Your nails dug even more into his hips which made him throw his head back and cum on his stomach, gasping as he held onto your shoulders tighter while his hips moved slower and dragging his dick against you which has him moaning more.

"That's it, baby, cum for me, wanna see that pretty face once more." You smirked as your left hand slipped off his hip and pressed your fingertips against his tip which had him twitching.

"No teasing- Please." He whimpers.

you just pressed a kiss to his forehead before wrapping a hand around his sensitive length, making his hiss but buck into your hand. Kou was thrusting shallow into your tight fist, drooling onto your shoulder while he mumbles out 'please' between sharp breaths. He wasn't sure if he wanted you to stop or keep going but one thing, he knew is that he didn't want your hand to move off his cock. Your hand moved slowly with his thrusts and allowed him to change the pace, wanting to see him edge himself until he's crying for you to do it for him because he likes it when you do it.

Subaru

"You can pretend you don't like this all you want but it won't change the fact that you are leaking all over the place." you whispered against his ear as you pumped the fleshlight on his dick while he tried to stay put, biting down on his tongue to keep his moans quiet despite his eyes were pooling with lust and pleasure and his lips formed a tight line.

His ruby eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure was building up and he was close to cumming the fourth time, but he was determined to show he wasn't affected by it. Your hand sped up, the toy smacking down in a lewd squelch as you purred out taunts to get a reaction, but the stubborn vampire refused to give you it which made you huff annoyance, so you stopped your movements which had him holding his breath for a second, trying to collect his thoughts but the painful throbbing of his dick had him breathing ragged and. He opened his eyes softly shot a glare at you which made you perk up happily, so you smirked as you teased him by twisting the toy which had him gasping slightly when your grip on the fleshlight tightened.

"Stop playing around and move the damn toy!" He yelled irritably.

You were finally getting what you wanted, and he knew he shouldn't have caved in after all, he said he wouldn't, but he knew you would just keep the toy still. The fleshlight moved quickly up and down his slicked-up cock, the lewd noises filled the room along with his jagged breathing and growls which in the back of his mind he was screaming knowing that his brothers could hear it all. His thighs flexed under you as they wanted to close and stop your movement as his fifth orgasm built up, the pit of his stomach was on fire, and he wanted to put it out, but you refused to move.

Ruki

The library in the Mukami's house was filled with the moans and skin slapping from the oldest brother and the human that lived with them. His low and deep moans were enchanting to you and the sight of him bent over the table, pressed against it as you thrusted into him was too much for you. You came just seeing him like this and to put the icing on the cake, he came onto the book the fifth time which has him groaning about it being stained. You only shoved two fingers into his mouth to shut him up and he didn't take it as well as you wanted him to, but you were pleased to see him angrily sucking on them. Ruki knew this wasn't like him, allowing a human to take control of him and milk him with the fake cock you had strapped to your hips, but it was too good to stop now. The false cock pushed further into him, shaping his ass into the shape of it while he spread his legs further and licked between your digits in hopes you stop soon.

Leaning down, you kissed the back of his hickey covered neck and cooed "Is someone mad about dirtying a book, hm? But you said you wanted to be dirty." You mocked.

He growled behind your fingers and mumbled, "I didn't mean to ruin a book, kind of dirty." And you only could laugh at him.

Your hips pulled back until the tip was stretched around the tight muscle before slamming back, sheathing all of the strap into him which made his eyes cross and he cums once again, coating the drying cum-covered book more. His brain was melting into thoughts of your cock, and he just helplessly bounced back to meet your thrust to ride out of his high. With your attention completely on him, you two were unaware of the three-lust crazed and jealous filled eyes from the staircase.

Kanato

"Sit still Prince. The wax will get everywhere when you move like that." You growled softly, holding the pretty lilac candle over his bare chest.

He whines softly against your thumb as he sucks on it softly, his fang piercing the soft skin for him to get a taste of your blood.  The candle and your blood has him overstimulated and he isn't sure he is able to cum the third time but you were coaxing him into him with your seductive aggressive tone and the sweetness of your blood, the small twinges of pain from the hot wax swirling under his skin had him cumming, muffled moans spilling out from behind your thumb as you pressed your thumb against his tongue. His soft lavender eyes stared up at you with fear as you moved the candle to hover on his dick and once wax dripped onto his balls, he came once again.

"O-Oh my! Do it a-again now, now!" He demanded as his dick throbbed in pain.

Kanato was slowly slipping into subspace, allowing you to do whatever to him and make him cum on command but with the knowledge of Teddy watching from the velvet couch from the corner of your room had a tinge of embarrassment swirling in the pit of his stomach. The wax dripped onto his angry red cock, making him let out high pitched cries and squirms in place, stuck between wanting to move or staying there. It hurt but felt oh so good and he wanted it so bad, but his poor little cock was stinging from the pain. The pain blossomed into pleasure with every drip, and it had his toes curling while he cries for Teddy to look away, but the beady black eyes of the stuffed bear stared at its moaning owner. Kanato felt so humiliated, and you just smiled at him, showing no care that he wanted his stuffed friend to be turned away.

Yuma

"You look like you taste sweet." You hovered your lips over his, pouring caramel sauce onto his body while rubbing his hardening cock. 

Throwing his head back as you slowly poured the sauce down to his dick, coating it while teasing him by leaving fluttering kisses onto his lips, "Stop teasing me dammit." He growled.

You smirked and lowered your body down to his dick and placed a small kiss to his angry red tip before moaning when licking your lips to capture the sweet taste. He looks down at you with arousal written all over his face; his eyebrows knitted together in anger for your teasing and the lightly dusted of pink all down his neck that complement the purple and blue marks you left, your tongue swirling around his caramel covered dick before engulfing the sweet length. With all the teasing and now the warmth of your mouth, it was all too much so he came into your mouth which made you hum happily. The sweetness of the caramel and his cum, you moaned while swallowing it all before pulling away, sticky strings of cum mixed caramel to connecting to your lips and stuck out your tongue to show it was clean. He muttered under his breath while he stared at your mouth, liking it more than he thought he would and his hands reached out to your head, in hopes to make you do that again and you allowed him. Taking his cock down your throat once again, you bobbed your head along with his slight thrust of his hip. Yuma was yanking at the soft strains hair between his fingers while he let out deep moans and curses every time his tip pushes past the tight tunnel of your throat.

Azusa

Dragging his favorite knife across his skin had him whimpering pathetically, dragging it carefully along his bandaged right arm while your hips rolled down onto his dick, making him stare at you with teary eyes. Seeing the fear and pleasure swirl in his eyes had you intoxicated, and his whimpers making you drunker and you refuse to slow down, bouncing faster and taking him further into you sopping pussy. Azusa was in love the way your pussy hugged his cock and refusing to allow him to pull out even though he refused to allow you to, wanting you to fuck him until he was only shooting blanks. The knife started to slip from your hold, and he noticed so he clasped his hand over yours and helped you move it up to his neck, wanting to feel the cold silver against his bandaged throat. Once holding the knife the way he wanted, you slowly dragged the tip down the middle of neck down to the valley of his chest which had him cumming, the thought of you loving him so much and having the ability to hurt him despite never breaking skin had him losing his mind and filling your cunt with his warm cum as he babbles out 'I love you' repeatedly.

His eyes clouded with ecstasy as you slowly rode his sixth orgasm, "M-More, I want more, Mommy." He hiccupped; his grip of your arm tightened as he tried to move his hips with yours.

You giggled and kissed his shoulder, "You will darling, Mommy isn't gonna stop just until she milked every drop of cum out of you." You whispered while kissing up his shoulder.

[ficretus]

Gaslight masters

*during Volume 2*

Emerald: Aren't you worried about this psychological evaluation? On the account of us being...

Cinder: Oh please Emerald, this is a trivial matter. Only person who should be worried is Lionheart for not fabricating it for us.

Mercury: What's the matter Em? Afraid they are gonna dig up your mommy issues?

Emerald: Shut up Mercury. Still, what if they have some ways of digging through our psyche and...

Cinder: Emerald you are doing it again.

Emerald: Panicking?

Cinder: No. Thinking. Don't think, just repeat after me. Mask and deflect.

Emerald: Mask and deflect.

Cinder: Excellent. Do this every day and you'll be as proficient as me and Mercury in no time.

Mercury: We'll see about that.

Emerald: You are scared you'll never be able to match me.

Mercury: Not bad.

Cinder: Bravo, already making some progress.

Emerald: *smiling* Thank yo... *clears throat* Not that I care about your praise.

Cinder: Very good. Just mind your tone.

*door opens*

Ozpin: Miss Sustrai, you are next for psychological evaluation.

Emerald: Wish me luck.

Cinder: Sigh...

Mercury: It's still work in progress.

*1 hour later*

Ozpin: Now that I finished evaluating all three of you, I want to talk about something worrying with you.

Mercury: Em fucked up again, great.

Emerald: Me?!

Mercury: Who else. I wasn't the one that started crying for mommy half way through the session.

Ozpin: Oh, not Miss Sustrai. Longing for a maternal figure as an orphan is something completely normal. I wanna talk more with you Mister Black and Miss Fall. Miss Sustrai is free to go.

Cinder: Me? My interview was flawless.

Ozpin: Miss Fall, all you and Mister Black did was mask your feelings and constantly deflected.

Cinder: Oh please, vent your frustrations on your lackeys. Don't bother us.

Ozpin: I don't think so. For example, both you and Mister Black seem to have issues regarding paternal figures.

Mercury: Look whitey, just because your daddy didn't hug you doesn't mean rest of us have issues.

Ozpin: Yeah, this isn't working. I want to talk with your guardian.

Mercury: I see what this is, you wanna hook up with my mom. For shame...

Cinder: I don't see point of that.

Ozpin: But I do. Lets just say you are not leaving this room until I talk with them. Or perhaps do you want me to look into some other information, Miss Fall?

Cinder: Of course not. Here, take this number. That's our adoptive mother.

Mercury: *whispering* Are you crazy? He'll find out.

Cinder: *whispering* Relax moron. She is an expert.

Ozpin: Hello, this is Headmaster Ozpin from Beacon Academy. Is this Madam Fall-Black?

Salem: Of course not.

Ozpin: Can I speak with her?

Salem: I don't know, can you?

Ozpin: Sigh, Ma'am, are you Cinder's or Mercury's adoptive mother?

Salem: Mother? I suppose I am. How endearing.

Ozpin: I just wanna talk about their behavior. During the psychological evaluation all they did was endlessly mask their feelings and deflected everything I've said.

Salem: Oh my, how terrible. I'm so sorry you got offended.

Ozpin: This isn't about me. This is about the fact their way of communication is unhealthy.

Salem: Oh but it is about you. Always about you Ozma.

Ozpin: It's Ozpin. Look Ma'am, could you talk with them?

Salem: And tell them what? That there is a compulsive liar who gets offended by everything?

Ozpin: Ma'am, they need to be able to deal with their emotions and shortcomings. They can't mask them their entire life.

Salem: Hypocritical drivel. How did you raise your children?

Ozpin: For your information, I have a perfectly healthy relationship with my daughters!

Salem: I am sure you do. That's why only reason any of them would want to be in the same room as you is if they were comatose and on life support!

Ozpin: Wait what? Who is this?

*call ends*

Ozpin: *lights a cigarette* It's like I'm talking with my ex wife again. You two can go, can't deal with this shit anymore.

Cinder: *whispers to Mercury* Told you she still got it.

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

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[jennrypan]

Scourge believing destroying Mobius will fix his Universe

(And also. Chaos kinda corrupting his mind and trying to get him to destroy the Master Emerald cuz he wants to be released and Scourge is an easy candidate-)

Listen OH I HAVE THOUGHTS!!!

Also when Scourge gets turned into Scourge™️, he encounters Tikal who's trying so hard to steer him away from this path but he's so far gone and it's so heart breaking to see a version of Sonic this screwed up!!!! If Sonic had nothing to lose!!

Like Scourge, unlike Sonic plans and plans instead of winging it- he obsesses and like Sonic he'll do whatever he can do what he thinks is right (only difference? Their definition of right 💀)

Also.. Scourges mommy and daddy issues go CRAZY AHHH

[talimlbcnart]

Bnha gem au:

On a scale from 1 to 10:

How stable are the fusions?

Oh, good one!

For "not making this post miles long" purposes let's just make the Deku Squad.

The rates are the stability of the fusion. If you guys want to suggest names feel free to do so. Most of the names I picked are just for the meme.

Iida & Uraraka (Tenko): The responsible but fun friend. Can go from super nice to super scary in a second. You should listen to them, they know better. 10/10 team mom

Asui & Uraraka (Best Girl, that’s it, that's her name, you can thank Baku Squad for that): Friendly, pretty, most adorable fusion you'll ever met? Check. Also the most salty? Definitely. Don't disrespect her or she will destroy your whole career with just a few words. Baku Squad absolutely adores her and she will often hang out with them much for Bakugo's displeasure. 10/10 Best. Girl.

Midoriya & Todoroki (Shouku): Loves being himself and will often fuse just to get a break from the real world. Absolutely war machine, he’s kind but don't test his patience. 9/10 because ✨️trauma✨️

Todoroki & Uraraka (Just a Friend, yes thats their name, again, thanks Baku Squad): Deku's babysitter. Fuse when Deku is being a stubborn block head and isolating himself for no reason. They're the only one that can get through him and convince him to stop, either because they're too sweet, and Deku can't say no to them or because they can be more stubborn than him, and THEN Deku can't say no to them. 8/10 Deku's fan club's president

Iida & Todoroki (Bruce Wayne, fr they should stop letting Denki name they're fusions): Knight in shining armor. What a gentleman, best boy BEST MAN. That's it, that's him. Also a sociopath that fantasies about killing people who hurt his loved ones I guess but STILL. 7/10 BATMAN

Midoriya & Asui (Emerald, this one was Uraraka's Idea): I head somewhere that some frogs can actually change their genders, and since in this AU they are "gems", Emerald identify as both she/he. Dry sarcastic humor. No one ever knows if he's being serious or not. Uraraka is her favorite person. 7/10 Green

Asui & Iida: Never fused. Probably won't ever either. But would probably be a 7/10

Uraraka & Midoriya (Izocha, I can't joke-name them. They're too pure): Caring and sweet, Izocha will give you cavities if you're not careful. Master of close combat, she will wreck your ass if you hurt her friends. Only fuses in danger situations otherwise is a blushing mess. Why walk? Float. 6/10 *blushes and stutters*

Iida & Midoriya (Sonic, I need REAL NAMES): Responsible in the front; Rebel in the back. Can spend hours on the same subject. Smart-ass, kind of annoying at times. Will kill for their friends if necessary... 5/10 GOTTA GO FAST

Asui & Todoroki (not rated): The first time was also the last they fused because of Tsuyu's problem with cold, so she (the fusion) just slept the whole time. Because of that they don't know anything about her, not even her name. ??/10

Bonus:

Yaoyorozu & Todoroki (IDK, you choose. I'm tired): Absolutely mad Queen. Started as a he, but as they felt more confident change to she. Sugar mommy, will pay for everything, where does she get the money? No one knows! Was a 5/10 at first but as both of them got more comfortable changed to a 9/10.

Iida & Yaoyorozu (President): The Líder of the group. Always come up with the best plans. Even Bakugou listen and respects them. Fuses pretty frequently compared to the others. 10.000/10 incredibly difficult to make them lose it.

[borrelia]

i hate you so much "the master emerald is a she/her mommy lady woman mother for knuckles" ENOUGH!!!!!

[heckinconfusedparade]

Mommy Master Emerald FTW! Imagine Knux inviting his friends to meet his mum and shows them the master emerald

They are so confused. They're like???? Knuckles, your mom can't be a rock

And he says "she is my mom!!! Right, Mum?"

and the ME goes "sweetie, they can't hear me." and now he's upset because now his new friends might think he's weird.

[aajjks]

is it possible to ask you for deku as a husband/father headcanon .. 👀

SUREEE <3

Izuku has always wanted to be a father, but he wasn’t really sure if that would be a reality until he met you.

And dude was smitten at first sight.

You’ve been dating for four years when he proposed to you with an emerald (green) ring. His proposal was very old school, sweet romantic dinner and after champagne he asked you the big questions.

Oh, he’s such a good romantic lover, izuku is a person that loves really hard, he is someone who easily falls in love, you’re the love of his his life.

After your proposal, inko (his mom) gave you her blessings, she’s always adored you,

Your wedding was big, extravagant because you only deserve the best, you’re his queen and he’s your slave.

Bakugo calls him a pathetic simp because he’s just so whipped for you that it makes bakugo gag [he thinks you’re both perfect together]

And after two months of marriage, you are holding a positive pregnancy test in your hands, izuku is patiently waiting outside your bathroom door and boy is he ECSTATIC THAT YOU ARE PREGNANT.

you’re happy too I mean izuku and you have discussed having kids, but this was definitely a surprise, but…

He just fucks you so good, so passionately that you ought to end up pregnant, your pleasure is definitely his pleasure.

All of your kids are accidents, happy little accidents as izuku loves to call them.

During your pregnancy, he’s even more attentive, sweet, patient and caring, he loves you so much, he’s so in love with you.

You can tell that your kids were made with sweet love making instead of a quick nut (NSHSJJSH)

he loves to talk to your growing swollen baby, “hi baby, this is daddy- I love you soooo much, not more than mommy though but…. I can’t wait for you to get here- don’t give mommy too much trouble okay?”

He’s definitely going to massage your body, he’s so big and strong, very muscular, your body is everything to him.

He’s going to be so tender, he’d touch you so gently during your pregnancy, always making sure that you’re enjoying it?

“Am I gentle yn?” “My love, it doesn’t hurt too much yeah?” “You are so amazing… so beautiful and so sexy..” “come on, let go it’s okay… I love you so much.”

He will fuck you non stop though, saying that it’s good to have sex for a good labor, and he’d ask you the most stupid questions during sex.

“Yn can you get pregnant while being pregnant?”

He might faint in the delivery room though, but out of sheer joy.

He’s going to make sure that you’re well rested, well fed ace comfy.

He’s going to make your hospital baby bag, he’d buy little clothes from week 1.. he’s so excited.

Oh he’d be the best dad ever. Always so understanding and loving but he gets jealous when you have to breastfeed.

“THEY WERE MINE BEFORE YOU CAME!”

& izuku is so good at daddy duties, changing diapers, burp master.

He loves your cute little green eyed babies. 🥺🥺

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[fourseasonsfigs]

Green Butterfly Daddy

From yesterday's Tough Mommy fig maker comes today's Green Butterfly Daddy!

The inspiration for this is Gong Jun walking up to the set of Chinese Restaurant Season 5 wearing, yes, this butterfly shirt.

I have not watched Chinese Restaurant, Season 5, because my queue for these two is already so long! So sadly I have no idea if he actually heated up a baby bottle or did anything with a baby bottle in the show. I'd guess no...except, with fig makers, you can't ever assume that, because eventually you see some random behind the scene picture on Weibo, and you're like, oh! THAT'S what that's from!

But in the interim, I'm gonna assume this is a play off Gong Jun being affectionately referred to as baba, dad.

Here he arrived, like all figs from this maker, in a plain white box, carefully protected in his polystyrene cutout.

This fig maker is always very thoughtful with the beauty marks on the ears - you see them on her figs for both Zhehan and Junjun.

He stands just fine! His little white sneakers look particularly small here, but they're steady!

People seem to like this butterfly print on him - I have an upcoming fig with him wearing this shirt as well.

I have to admit it's a very cute and cheerful shirt in fig form. In true supermodel style, Gong Jun appears to be able to pull off any outfit, and his fig apparently can too.

The more I look at it, the more the shirt is growing on me 😅 I've photographed a lot of Gong Jun's figs from the back, and it's actually nice to have these little printed butterflies brightening things up!

I actually do wonder how the physics of fig making works, where they figure out the right way to get these heavy resin figs to balance for each design. It works out more often than not.

Ah, he's really cute from this angle. I like the details on his little white shoes.

The extreme closeup of his shirt! And wow you can see the detail on the shoes really well here. I do sometimes wonder if I should include the ultra closeups, since the eye doesn't have this level of extreme detail (at least, not my eyes!) and you can see micro-flaws that can't actually be noticed. But sure.

I do love the wiggly mouth smile!

Now I'm really curious if there IS a baby bottle, or perhaps a condiment bottle (?) in Chinese Restaurant 5. I'll watch it after I watch The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion (which I have made ZERO progress on, but I now am up to the Emerald League in Duolingo and learning, in extremely apropos timing, how to say baba and gege and jiejie etc. in Hello Chinese).

What a cutie, this butterfly baba!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 231

Scene Count: 18

Rating: 🐶+🦋=❤️

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[pleasantstarfishnerd]

ME, Knuckles and fruits

The master emerald , unlike most human and Mobian parents, wouldn't have to nag their kid to eat veggies/fruits, since Knuckles naturally loves fruits and veggies (even broccoli). Knuckles loves fruits of all kinds. This was a good thing since he lived on an island filled with almost supernaturally nutritious fruits and vegetables with no junk food in sight (unless you count honey and the occasional sugar cane XD).

[atangledfate]

@galaxofmuses

Silence, that was what she was most well known for. Slinking through the shadows, creeping through the darkness. It afforded her a certain level of secrecy that the others didn't quite have. She could come and go and hardly anyone noticed her. She could watch the world from her perch and no even noticed she was there. It was a skill she'd practiced since she was a little girl. A Skill she had mastered and few others could match. There was a time when she preferred the shadows, and would never have dreamed stepping into the light. But past wrongs have a way of catching up don't they? Funny that it all lead her to people she could call friend, to people she trusted. Well Trust was to strong a word--- they were reliable and that was enough for her.

But friends? She still didn't believe in those...

But today wasn't about her job, and for once she felt like she had some amount of freedom. Darting among the trees, from shadow to shadow she intended to visit the one thing that gave her some solace! Fluttering down from above she felt the cool warmness of it, the gentle embrace of its crystaline sheen. That soft glowing green hue---ah her Master Emerald! her only one true love!

" Aww Baby... i missed you, don't worry Mommy is gonna keep you safe---and warm... and buy you so many nice things! "

She let out a soft purr! Oh she knew he was probably close by but that just made it more fun!

" Gosh i missed you! and your warm green glow... and your beautiful crystal sheen... you really are PERFECT! "

[mama-qwerty]

I can't help but ponder this alternate turn of events: since Sonic encountered Callie before Tom, that means he and Maddie would've moved to San Francisco without Sonic's intervention, and Rachel's wedding probably wouldn't even be a thing since Callie is obviously gonna adopt Sonic and GUN won't be able to keep an eye on him through on of their agents marrying a distant but still close enough relative, not to mention how Tails will even be able to spy on Sonic if he and Callie are using a ring to travel to Sonic's island, as well as Knuckles continuing his search for the Master Emerald and how things would turn out differently if he doesn't find Robotnik first. Sorry for my rambling, this butterfly effect is fun to think about!

Wow, all good points!

Okay, so if we assume Tom and Maddie go ahead and move to San Francisco, that means there's a vacancy for sheriff in town. That could be where GUN plants an agent to keep an eye on things.

OR, if Tom isn't interested in moving--since that's not part of the whole "leaving behind everything Sonic wants" thing--then GUN would need to find a different way to infiltrate Green Hills and keep tabs on/draw out this little alien.

Sonic and Callie wouldn't stay off world, they would just go there as a place to hide. I didn't think much further than the cute little snuggle scene. But since they're not technically on a road trip to find Sonic's rings in this telling, there's no real focus on where they're running to as they try to escape Robotnik. I didn't think the whole movie through, which is part of the reason I never continued with it.

The ending scene would still be pretty much the same, with Sonic sending Robotnik to the Mushroom planet, so Knuckles would still find him there, leading to the Master Emerald hunt in the second movie.

I have a scene in mind for the climax of the second movie, where Robotnik is fighting the boys, and suddenly realizes that he can use the emerald to not only add things he wants to reality, but subtract what he doesn't. (He's got a grudge against Callie, much like his annoyance against Tom.)

So the boys are fighting his giant robot, and he suddenly gets an idea and announces "Say bye bye to mommy, hedgehog!" before using the emerald to essentially wipe Callie out of existance, much to Sonic's horror.

Yadda yadda, Sonic goes Super, defeats Eggman, and gives the Master Emerald to Knuckles.

"Bring her back," Sonic said, eyes shiny. "Please, bring her back."

The echidna looked down at the emerald in his hands. He shook his head. "I cannot."

Sonic curled his muzzle in a grimace as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Please."

"Sonic, I cannot bring her back," Knuckles said, handing the emerald to the hedgehog. "Only you can."

The blue boy took the emerald, brow furrowed. "I . . . I don't know how."

"The Master Emerald shapes reality," the echidna said, his voice soft. "Look into your heart. Picture her in your mind. Tell the Emerald what you desire."

Sonic looked at the giant gem in his hands. He closed his eyes, and pictured Callie, smiling and laughing. Tears streamed down his cheeks as a smile stretched across his lips.

"I . . ." he started, and hitched in breath as a sob threatened to escape. "I want my mom back."

The Master Emerald glowed, and Sonic tightened his fingers around it. Please work, he begged. Please, please work.

He was so focused on his mental pleas he nearly cried out when a pair of soft hands cupped his muzzle. His eyes flew open, and a sound that was part laugh, part sob erupted from his throat.

She was back. A smile on her lips, and tears in her eyes as she looked at her boy. Her little hero, her brave son.

"I knew you could do it," she whispered, right before he dropped the emerald and leapt into her arms. She wrapped them around him, holding him tightly as he wrapped his arms around her neck.

"You're back!" he cried, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I thought I lost you forever. I was so scared . . ."

"Shh," she soothed, rubbing his back gently. "I'm here. You were so brave. I'm so proud of you."

Whatever he said next was lost in a soft whine, his tears wetting her neck.

~~~~

Whoops. Look what I did.

Anyway, yeah, there'd be some areas that would need altered to fit this new dynamic. Some could stay mostly the same, while others would need reworked a lot.

It's certainly fun to think about!

[nityarawal]

July 19, 2023

Morning Songs

(Listening To Morning Becomes Eclectic)

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You A Lot

I Love The Way

You Make Me Feel Like

Radha Singing Shiva Shakti

To Ram

Chants

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

With Emily Dickenson 

Faith

Misunderstood 

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

With Movie Star Romance

You Stole My Heart

Buddha Empathy

Beyond Reality

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

Wasn't 'Love Bombed'

By You Or Anything Like 

That

Just A Magnetic Pull

Like Iron Filings

To A Magnet

In Maharishi's

T.M. Lecture

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

Like Radha

Waiting In The Jungle

10 Years Beat Me To A Pulp

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

Like The Ramayana

Ramacharitmanayana

By Tulsi-Das

Carved Into Thai Teak

Vintage Chang Mai Dressers

God's Dancing

For My Abode

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

An Emerald Buddha

Twinkling

Clearer Than I've Seen

Before

Mercurial

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

What Is It About 

The Physicists

Chemistry

That Makes It All

Seem A Possibility

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

A Curiosity

An Old World Intuits

Guide 

Two Are Better

Than One

I Won't Lie

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

Didn't Want To

'Love Bomb' You

Took Me 10 Years

A Decade

To Be Sure

Love You A Little Bit

Love You Alot

A Soulmate

Green Radar

A Soulmate

Lightning Rod

A Soulmate

Sculpture

I Love You A Little Bit

I Love You Alot

Radha And Krishna

Want To Be Happy 

Forever

Rule Our Kingdom

With Billions

Lotto Style

Radha And Krishna

Will Make Great

Ranis' And Babbas'

Father's And Kings

Queen Mothers

Of California

Beat Out Of Homes

Obeisant No More

Functionally Obsolete

Courts

No Loyal Dogs

No Clarks' Obey Laws

No Loyal Dogs

We Want More

Isha's 18th Birthday on the 21st 

Anjali Wants

To Emancipate

I'm Sure

Drew Barrymore 

Style

No More Paris Juvenile

Detention 

Bad Dreams 

Mammas Here

Iowa Strong

IA

Got In The AI

I'm Here

Writers Strong

Mammas Here

Not Dying Of Cancer

Had Scares Before

With Plan B

Just A Tick

Not A Monster

Embedded In My Soul

Dr. Bug Says It

Must've Overtaken Me

3 and a Half Years

Festering In Covid

No Oxygen

On Bieber Luxuries

3.5 Years Festering

For Alexandria House

Dust

30 Something Variants

Of Spike Proteins

They Wanted 

To Try On Me

-AB Blood Type

AI Dream

Only .07%

Represented

Don't Headhunt

My Cousins

Don't Headhunt Me

For We Got Delicate

Anatomy

Until Soulmate

Quarantined

Delicate

Physiology

Quarantined

Until Soulmate

You Might Like

Our Vibe

Than Sufi Over

And Ask For Peace

For My Tribe

Brother Eternal

Sister Eternity

Asks For Pirate Camps 

Eternal Love

For My Brothers

And Me

On Timothy O' Leary

River

Homesteading

Pools

In What I Would've

Bought

If Estates

Weren't Slummed

By X- Sheriff

Keith Harper

And His Broker

Murdering Militia

All Returned 

To Persian

America

With Our Billion 

Dollar Bribes

Been Too Gracious

Paying For The 

Social Workers

Pedophiles Dramas

#FreeBritney 

Gaslighting Us

Say No

No No No

No No

No More Lies

Been Too Grascious

Persians Laying 

Down Handmaid 

Carpets

No Handmaidens

Tale For You

Or Me

On TV

Persians Been Too

Gracious

Genies Muses

Dancers

-AB Mommies

Extorted

Exploited 

By The Gay Fashionistas

Of Courts

Jelly

Not A Poppet

For Your Master

Not A Dancer

For Your Video

Not A Model

For Your Threads

From Slavery

Chinese Labor

Spirochetes

Covid Lymes Morgellans 

Not A Host

For Your Lymes

Furry Nazis

Northerners

Haters

Disease 

Not A Host

My Baby America

You Won't Be Dropping 

Ticks In Her Bed

Not A Host

In My Treehouse

Not A Host

Of Parasites In Courts

Not Playing

Princess And The

Tick No More

Princess Had Enough

Of Bugs Larvae

Peas; Lizard Eggs

And All Your

Foul Stuff

Princess Meghan

Princess Mitra

Princess Anjali

Princess Britney

Princess Me

Princess Nitya

Eternity

Saved From Murphy's

Law Princess Britney

Saved By 

#FreeBritney 

Billionaire Britney

We'll Take Bribes

To Undo The Baby

Factory That Got You

'Oops I Did It Again,'

My Gal Will Sing

Acapello For Me

At A Pirates

Camp

'Oops I Did It Again,'

#FreeBritney Will Sing

Not A DJ

But For Real

My Soul Sister

And Me

'Oops I Did It Again,'

And I'll Do It Once More

Dumb Luck

Blonde Breeze

Or Brunette Integrity

'Oops I Did It Again,'

Fell In Love

For Eternity

'Oops I Did It Again,'

Sammy & You

Made Unity

'Oops I Did It Again,'

Community Grew

'Oops I Did It 

Again,'

My Homegrown

Paul Cannon

Padres

Madres

Iowa Band

'Oops I Did It Again,'

Practical

Pragmatic

You Got This

'Oops I Did It Again,'

The Nanny Is Back

Actors Strike

Belting It Out

For Franny

And I

Writers Strike

'Oops I Did It Again,'

I Did It For You

Wrote A Book

Took 60 Million

When A Billion

Dollar Britney

Is Not A "B"

'Oops I Did It Again,'

I Did It For You

We Birthed A New

America

We Birthed A New

California

We Birthed A New Iran 

We Birthed The Princesses

Back

'Oops I Did It Again,'

In Las Calinas

Toilette 

'Oops I Did It' For You

Sang For 18 Months

Solid

'Oops I Did It' For You

Mused My Country

Back To Health

'Oops I Did It,' For You

Told The Truth

Against The Odds

'Oops I Did It,' For You

We Fought Every Gag

Order

'Oops I Did It,' For You

When Security

Clobbered Princess

Diana #FreeBritney 

And I For A Stirling Boys 

Club

'Oops I Did It,' For You

Water Birthed

My Nation

'Oops I Did It," For You

Emancipated

From Great Britain

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

*OOPS I Did It Again- inspired by #FreeBritney #FramingBritney & Queen "B" - Britney Spears - Eternal Prayers Mammas' xo

[kitmoas]

Two sides//Same Coin

Summary: Sometimes divide and conquer is the best plan of action

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Kate Bishop x Natasha Romanoff | Kate Bishop x Reader | WandaNatKate x Reader

Word Count: 8.8K

Warnings: Public Sexual Acts (All characters are consenting adults), Weapon Play, Magic Play and...a very fun important spell is used on Toy , Filming, Boot kink, Degradation/Humiliation *As usual, if I forgot anything important lemme know*

A/N: lol we wont talk about how long this took for me to write 🙂Thank you for anyone who is still around and stuck around for this update! Love you guys SO much 💜

Training Grounds Master List

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Smirking slightly, eyes locked on the bare skin of Wanda’s knee just inches from your face, as your body sways. You’re in a mood today and you know you were already pushing the boundaries, but you just can’t help but want to break every rule. The witch had just about had it with you, ordering you to follow her around on your hands and knees after you had bitten her ankle aggressively while she was on the phone. It wasn’t your fault though, she’s the one who had you kissing her legs as payment for you eating ice cream for breakfast. Her ankle was just there, and if she was going to treat you like Kate then so be it. 

Wanda is typing away on her laptop, something about some stupid business contract that she and Natasha were reading through, and it’s making you grumpy. Every single time you got to hang out with the two lately they have been busy. The two were extremely excited but wouldn’t give you any real details, so you were not only being left in the dark but also neglected. She had you kneeling, widely and comfortably which was generous considering your attitude, but it was doing nothing for your headspace and it just made you even more mischievous. 

Your stomach is quietly rumbling, and you know you’re supposed to ask for a snack especially when you’re already actively in a punishment but you don’t want to eat something healthy. Looking around you notice some of the candy that was left over from the movie night, the moment you scoot to the left a hand reaches out and tangles in your hair. With a sharp painful yank, you’re staring directly into the unamused emerald eyes but you just giggle. “You have been pushing every single one of my buttons today, Detka. My work is very important, and I thought you would have been a good girl while your Daddy and I got everything together.” 

Her words are tense, and you can tell she’s trying to not start something that will last long, but you just smile innocently up at her. “I am being an angel, Mommy.” The taunt leaves your lips like poison, and you can see your bait taking when Wanda snarls down at you. “Maybe you’re just getting old and can’t keep up anymore, did ya ever think of that?” The infamous head tilt strikes a fear response within you, but you hold strong. “Losing your touch, Wanda?” The name is out of your mouth before your brain can catch up, before your body can start running. 

By the time it dawns on you just exactly what you said, the witch’s face is blank. Her grip in your hair is slack, straightening in her seat. She silently turns back to her work, the sound of her keyboard clicking confusing you. What just happened? She was taking the bait, your act was working. You were just about to get what you wanted. Flabbergasted you stand slowly, cautiously as you were still technically being punished, but nothing. A pout forms on your lips as you slowly back away, heading straight to the candy. Again nothing as you pick the box up, and you know that even without her powers she could hear you jiggle the box around. Huffing you walk back to her side, plopping down unceremoniously, and make a huge show of shoving a large handful of the chocolate bites into your mouth. 

She barely flinches, her focus entirely on the document she’s working on. You slump down in your spot, the box of candy falling from your grip. Guilt starts to tug at your brain as your actions of the day start sinking in. Did you break a boundary that you weren’t prepared to? Leaning forward you tentatively let your head nudge against Wanda’s thigh, sighing softly when she doesn’t push you away. You nuzzle your nose there, inhaling her scent for a while. She hasn’t pushed you away yet, and she’s letting you find comfort but do you even deserve it? A whine breaks through your lips at the lack of response you’re receiving, and the hot remorseful tears fill your eyes. You knew that you shouldn’t have been a brat. You knew that Mommy didn’t like brats, but you just got so bored and wanted the attention you weren’t receiving. Your hands shake as they hover around her calf, unable to convince yourself to reach out for comfort. Burying your face into the side of her thigh, you try your hardest to control your emotions but the tears are soaking her pants. 

The soft hand on your head, rubbing soothing circles, startles you. “Little one, are you done being a brat?” Her voice is calm, and you can see her scarlet mist circling around you. A pathetic nod is her only answer and her magic wraps you up, dragging you onto her lap. “Look at me.” Your head is moving to make eye contact with her, even without the help from her finger. “ Мой красивый ангел, Я люблю тебя. No matter how bratty you get, you are mine. Now, you aren’t getting away with it but I do think those bad thoughts were enough punishment for now; can you agree?” Her eyes are soft, searching yours slowly. A miserable sob leaves your lips as you nod swiftly. Her face softens even more as she pushes you to rest your head on her shoulder. 

You sit in her lap for a while, letting her warmth and steady breathing calm you down. “I’ll be here for you, no matter how bratty or sarcastic you get. You always deserve my affection and my comfort, Little One, no matter what. I know you’re bored, and you feel left out, but your Daddy and I are trying our hardest to get a surprise finished. You will know everything when it is time for you to know everything.” You’re nodding, letting your thumb slip into your mouth. The exhaustion of all your emotions begin catching up with you, and your eyes are fluttering shut. “Sleep detka. I’m right here.” 

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Kate rolls, skin sticking to the mat as she grumpily pushes herself into a sitting position. Resting her arms on her knees, she stares up at the smirking widow. “Aren’t you a black belt mutt? A master of many different martial art techniques? All I see is an uncoordinated, unfocused, cocky new recruit.” The mocking tone of the older Avenger makes the brunette grumble as she stands, stretching out her tense muscles. Forest green eyes twinkle with excitement as she watches the brunette drop into a fighting pose, walking towards her discarded bag. “How about we up the ante?” 

The ginger smirk gets more arrogant as she spins back around to look at the archer. She has a rich purple collar hanging from her finger, a gold name tag with “хозяин’s Little Mutt” engraved on it. “You win, and you get to make the decisions tonight. I win and you have no control for the rest of the day, over anything.” 

Natasha smiles at the wild look in Kate’s eyes, the competitive archer bouncing on her toes at the idea of a prize. “You’re on, old lady.” The collar barely falls into the duffle bag when the ginger’s legs are swept out from beneath her, grunting before quickly flipping back onto her feet. “Losing your touch widow? Maybe you should leave the training to the new generation.” The assassin is glaring up at the archer, who is just giggling down at her. 

It doesn’t take much more for the two to start slamming into each other. For once Kate is actually holding her own, her entire focus on the competition put up. She feels strong and sharp, her hits land accurately and the young archer even got a few deflections in. The young brunette’s confidence gets higher the longer she believes that she is doing great, and it makes her work harder to try to keep up with the widow. 

Natasha lets Kate take control of the spar session, letting her gain confidence in her abilities, but the moment that Steve walks in the ginger slams the brunette onto her back. Without even looking back the older woman stands and starts walking over to the super soldier, “I wouldn’t get up if I were you. You’ll be on your hands and knees for the rest of the day.” 

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The warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains wakes you up slowly, a muffled whine tears through your teeth as you stretch. You barely have time to settle back into the plush blankets before Wanda is slipping into the room carrying a tray of food. A bright smile stretches across her face when she notices that you’re awake, “Oh good! I thought I was going to have to deal with a grumpy little one.” Her teasing voice makes you whine, wiggling in your spot as you try to hide your blush. 

You relish in the cute giggle you receive, watching as her nose scrunches. She’s setting the tray near your feet, sitting on the bed as she looks over the spread she brought; waffles, fruit, bacon, eggs, apple juice, and coffee. Her face is slightly flushed, hands shaking some as she starts cutting up the waffles. 

A wave of guilt from earlier washes over you, a knot forming in your gut. “Mommy..I’m sorry for being bratty all day.” Your voice trembles as you try your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. Wanda finished work, cooked food, and you know she cleaned as she always does all while you napped—even though you had been so disobedient all day. “I know you and Daddy would never do anything to purposefully be rude or disrespectful, and I know that you guys will answer every question I have when it’s time for me to know everything.” Tears well up in your eyes and the knot that formed in your stomach is traveling upwards, making it hard for you to speak. 

You watch as she gnaws at her bottom lip, a nervous tick that she picked up from Natasha. She’s staring determinedly at the plate, trying to gather her thoughts as she finishes the task at hand—feeding you. 

It doesn’t take too long, but the heavy silence drowns you as you wait for her to turn to you. Her emerald eyes unfocused as she reaches out to hold your hand, soft fingers drawing whimsical shapes along the inside of your wrist. It isn’t often that you see Wanda completely dumbfounded but it confounds you every time it happens. “You know whenever Natasha and I first talked about opening our relationship we thought it was going to be just for a short period of time, just an occasional one night stand that made our time in the bedroom a little less tiring.” 

Her lips stretch into a small smile, chuckling to herself as she recalls the past. Wanda is mindlessly pushing around food, poking at different bites. The way she spoke about her relationship with the ginger widow usually made you swoon, absolutely enamored with them, but today it just made you apprehensive. “ Malyshka you were never meant to happen, my love.” She finally turns to look at you, dropping your hand in lue of reaching out to cup your cheek. “When your Daddy and I realized just how much of an impact you were on us, we decided that we could no longer just worry about ourselves. The world is not a kind place, as we all know, but we happen to be in a specific part of the world that is just a bit more callous.” 

Her smile is no longer light, or reminiscent, but grim and it pulls on the lump in your throat. “You already know that we set up a plan in case something were to happen to us while we were on a mission.” The statement hangs in the air as it always does whenever the possibility of them not coming back from a mission is brought up. Her thumb catches a tear that rolls down your cheek, “Don’t worry detka this isn’t about that. This is actually something happy, I’m sorry for going down that sad road.” 

Wanda had a habit of getting lost in melancholy thoughts, even when she’s being positive. You adored her for it weirdly enough, but right now the fragile state of your heart was apparently making it difficult. “Little one, you coming into my life has changed how I see the world. I no longer am only stuck in the past. The future—our future in my mind is one of the brightest things I’ve ever been a part of, and I just… I need you to be patient with me? I know you feel like I’m acting differently and that I’m too busy for you, but I need you to know that at the end of the day everything I do is for you. I promised Nat that I would keep our little secret under wraps but it will be amazing that much I can guarantee.” Her face is bright red, and she is refusing to meet your gaze. 

Her rant lingers between the two of you, but before you can really form an opinion and response the witch is turning and feeding you small bites of the breakfast.

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Natasha groans a bit as she stretches, pleased to finally have her feet up. Training not just for herself anymore tires her quicker than she’s used to, but the new generation needs a lot of work. She watches as the young avengers and agents file into the room, a smirk plastered on her face as she watches their shocked expressions get even more wild as they find their co-leader. Kate is on her hands and knees, collar snug around her neck, acting as a footrest for the widow. Peter is sitting next to Kate, trying to make her feel a bit better since this is the first time the Young Avengers will be seeing her in such a position. 

The younger agents and heroes all have a faint blush along their faces as they try not to stare, but Kate’s entire torso is bright red as she glares at the floor in front of her. How could she lose? The archer rolls her eyes at herself as she realizes that she played directly into the older ginger’s plan of getting overly confident. The brunette is pouting as Tony begins to talk, explaining the new process and what will be happening now that the young recruits are officially training and preparing for missions. With Peter and Kate being the only two who have spent time with the OG Avengers, the rest of the team buzzed with excitement especially when the infamous Nick Fury stepped up to speak to the group. 

With all eyes now on Fury, Natasha decides now is the best time to jump into action. Pushing Kate’s head down, forcing her forehead to the cold titles, the widow smirks at the curve to the younger girl’s back. Setting her feet on the floor the widow leans down close to the archer, “Just be lucky that your little team doesn’t have to see you stripped down for me. I know that little needy pussy is dripping already, my pathetic mutt likes the humiliation don’t you?” The ginger’s voice is sharp, coming out as a hiss; her lips moving against the younger girl’s ear. 

Swallowing down the whimper that threatens to tumbles from her throat, Kate’s wide eyes flicker around trying to gauge the attention that she has. Only a couple people, all lower level agents, are focused on her. Her breathy response “Yes, хозяин” makes the widow laugh as she taps her foot onto the ground, clearing her throat as an indication of what she wants. 

A faint hiss falls from Kate’s mouth the moment her covered center makes contact with Natasha’s cool leather boots. Even with the layer of clothes, a small streak of wetness is left apparent on the widow’s shoe. Peter adverts his eyes almost immediately, trying to not choke on his surprise. It isn’t the first time he’s seen someone do something like this, but it’s the first time his best friend has done it in front of him.

The archer is grinding down on the boot before she’s even told, hips moving subtly but effectively. Pulling her lip between her teeth, a feeble attempt at being quiet. “Look at my good little mutt. Your training is coming along nicely.” The praise runs deep in Kate, making her wiggle in her spot. A choked back moan tumbles from her lips when her throbbing clit rubs against the rough lip of the boot’s outsole. 

“Look at your team—“ Kate’s head is forced up by the rough fingers tangling in her hair, nervous eyes scanning across her recruits as they all pointedly look away from her kneeling form. “Even after prepping them for this, you found some of the most innocent college kids I’ve ever met.” The chuckle that leaves her lips sends a shiver down Kate’s spine, causing her hips to rut more aggressively. “Don’t worry, I know with a nasty little bitch like you it won’t be long until your entire team is just used to you being my whore as everyone else.” 

The widow watches as the young brunette’s hips start to lose their rhythm. Scoffing at her, Natasha slips her foot out from under Kate causing her to lose her balance. A deep flush of embarrassment covers the archer’s body as everyone’s heads whip around to look at her. The older Avengers all just easily move on with their lives but the newest recruits all struggle to bring their attention back to the director. 

Natasha ignores the look that Fury shoots at her, instead choosing to focus on Kate who is now panting and squirming around. The widow even decides to ignore him as he begins to talk to her, whispering praise against the raven hair instead. ‘Romanoff, I’m starting to agree with your little girlfriend. The stray is always out of control.” His voice bellows out, looming in the air, heavy against Kate's ears and it drags a feeling of dread through her body. 

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A muted sigh leaves Wanda’s lips as she watches you from across the kitchen, licking at the spoon of brownie batter she gave you. The entire day has been weird, but the few thoughts she’s heard from you let her know that it’s all in her own head. She knows you’re still nervous, scared to do anything wrong, but that was the usual case any time you got in trouble. 

Spinning around in a quick circle you look for Wanda, eyes gleaming when you finally see her leaning against the doorway. “The batter is yummy Mommy!” Holding the empty spoon out towards the witch prompts her to finally cross the room, pushing into your personal space until your back is against the counter. The squeak that tumbles from your lips makes her chuckle, her gaze stuck to your mouth as she reaches up to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip. 

You giggle up at her as she just stares at you, an awe stricken look written all over her face. Rushing to wrap your mouth around her thumb, letting your tongue lick at the drops of batter there, you can’t help but squirm as you watch her eyes darken. A bright smile stretches your lips around her thumb, and there’s an unexplainable lightness as the two of you just exist together. You reach up, letting both of your hands wrap around her wrist, as she helps you slide up to settle on the counter. 

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, watching you wiggle on the cold marble. Her other hand is rubbing against your hip bone, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as she struggles to say what is on her mind. “Detka you… I..” Wanda lets her forehead rest against yours, eyes slipping closed as she chuckles, a breathy light sound that has you giggling along with it. “Mo-Mommy’s precious Little One.” A gentle kiss on the tip of your nose draws another chortle from you, nuzzling into her palm as you feel your body fill with a fuzzy warmth. The soft streams of sunlight bounces against the sparkling jade of Wanda’s eyes, a sight you can’t help but admire. 

She’s invading your space, forcing you onto your back as she climbs onto the counter. Struggling to breathe as she kisses up your body, rushed and mumbled mantra “m-mine” spoken against your skin like a flame. Her movements are strategic, slow and precise, drawing ragged gasps from you as the anticipation causes your heart to stutter. 

The world around you completely slows down and you know your heart just had to have stopped the moment that the witch’s eyes are looking down into yours. She’s smiling bashfully as her eyes cloud with emotions. Your entire head empties, almost as though someone opened the floodgate on your thoughts letting them fall out onto the floor. Goosebumps spread across your whole body, sending little shakes throughout your nerves but you don’t pay any attention to them–too focused on the Sokovian.

Nothing else mattered anymore as Wanda hovered over you, her bronze hair surrounded the two of you. Unable to blink, scared to even miss a single moment of her attention on you. When her lips meet yours, a passion behind them that she saved just for you and Natasha, she pulls a whimper from you. The way her body molds into yours and her lips move with such sensual vigor leaves you melting into the counter, helpless to the witch. It’s second nature, your body reacting to her, as though you were made for her. 

She had to know what her kisses did to you, the way her tongue glides along your bottom lip leaves you breathless. Giving just enough to keep you wrapped up in her, but never enough to leave you with an air of arrogant confidence. She never truly asks for what she wants, but leaves you begging for her to force her way into your mouth. The tender grip on your jaw surrenders you helpless as she keeps you right where she wants you. Everything she ever does commands respect, and at the very core of it—your submission. 

Intoxication is the only way you can explain it, your mind swirls and blurs the moment her lips graze against you. Whenever her thoughts and actions landed on you, enthrallment bubbled within, leaving you giddy and eager for more. When her hands map out your skin, claiming it as her own, she leaves wildfires in their wake. Burning her mark into you and ruining you for any one who dares to come after her. .

You weren’t sure how long you were laid up on the counter, Wanda groping at your body always left you fuzzy, but it was both of your phones buzzing loudly that broke the two of you apart. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away from you, your foggy brain trying to catch up with what was happening. Sprawled out underneath her, you attempt to catch your breath as she towers over you on her knees. A deep, mocking chuckle shoots shivers down our spine as she reads the text you both received. 

Her sharp manicured nails scratch at your torso as she flips the phone around to show you the pictures that were sent into the group chat. “Looks like your stray lost a bet, detka.” You’re trying your best to focus on the screen but Wanda’s hips have begun to grind down onto you.

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The last of the young agents and recruits leave, following Peter out of the conference room, by the time that Natasha has dragged Kate on top of the table. She ignores the grumbles of Steve, rolling her eyes as he complains about getting behind on mission reports. “If you don’t want to see the show all you have to do is walk out, Flag Boy.” She darkly chuckles as she watches the archer settle as best as she can on her knees, squirming against the solid marble. The widow climbs fully onto the table, kicking off random objects as she walks slowly across it.

Kate’s head is tilted down, knees spread as she sits as pretty as possible for the widow. The feeling of cold metal tapping against her chin forces her gaze up, tipping her head back until it’s uncomfortable. The ginger sees a flash of fear in the younger girl’s eyes, “Oh you’ve never played with this before. Well I wouldn’t worry, mutts like you always love playing with a good stick.” Natasha’s sole roughly connects with the brunette’s clavicle, sending her sprawling onto her back. 

Natasha watches foggy navy eyes dart back and forth, a futile attempt to stay alert. Someone behind them moves, sending a scraping sound echoing through the hushed room. Kate flinches and the Russian’s eyes narrow taking in the reaction, but the archer’s jaw is slack and nonsensical pleading falling from her lips sparks action. Letting the end of her baton trace the young Avenger’s bottom lip as she tries to get up, propped on her elbows with wide clouded eyes. “Don’t pay those stupid boys any attention, моя маленькая сучка. All of your focus should be on me, be a good girl and open that pretty mouth just a bit more.” 

Kate blinks up at the ginger, confusion flooding her system and drowning out any uncertainty. Why was she being so nice, is this not part of the scene? Her hesitation, though only a few seconds, irritates the assassin. The archer’s heart stutters when the end of the baton is shoved past her teeth, scraping roughly against her tongue. Boots kick open her legs as Natasha steps in between, before one settles on her stomach pushing her to lay flush against the cool table. “Relax little mutt.” The muttered reassurance only loud enough to reach the young girl’s ears as the pressure on her stomach gets more intense. “Get your хозяин baton all wet, even though I know there’s no real need. Your pathetic pussy doesn’t need any help, soaking through your flimsy leggings. I haven’t even begun to fuck you and yet you’re making such a mess.” 

The more Natasha talks she can see the cloudy look return in Kate’s navy eyes, and the tension leaves her body. “Why don’t you be a good bitch, go ahead and strip for me.” The archer starts trying to get up but the ginger doesn’t take her baton out of her mouth, only pushes it further into her mouth. “Nuh uh, I said be good. Show off your training, a good mutt doesn’t drop their stick.” Taking her boot off of the younger girl’s stomach, amused green eyes watch as she struggles to get her clothes off. 

When Kate finally spreads her legs, free of confinement, there’s a collective soft gasp when the room sees just how wet she is. Pulling the baton out of the brunette’s mouth to give her a brief moment of relief but  her hips jerk when metal rubs against her inner thigh. “Awww it looks like we have a bit of an issue.” Natasha kneels between her open legs, swiping her thumb across her clit. A pathetic whimper escapes the acher’s mouth, against her own will, and the mocking laughter that follows makes her entire body flush. “It looks like I forgot to bring your favorite strap, oh no! What ever should we do?” 

She’s speaking, the derisive tone, not only to Kate but to the entire room. Unhappy about a specific presence, but ready to show off just a little, Natasha slips two fingers easily into the brunette. “How cute, such a needy little cunt. You don’t even need any prep.” Pumping her fingers, watching with a cheeky grin as she sneaks a third finger into the mix. “It’s like you want to be used in front of all your heroes. Spread so they can see your dripping pussy sucking in my fingers, begging to be filled by something else.” 

Anyone in the room could see the struggle on the CEO’s face as she tries to silence her moans, but the filthy sounds of Natasha’s fingers fucking into her is a clear giveaway. “It’s so cute that you think an adorable little slut like you can stay quiet, what if i just…” Roughly yanking her fingers out, her eyes get stuck on how Kate’s hole gapes. A pitiful whimper accompanies the archer’s hips jerking up, trying to chase after the widow’s fingers. 

Natasha chuckles, a deep and voluptuous sound, as she brings the wet digits to Maria’s mouth. Her emerald eyes stay on the archer’s reaction, watching as she clenches around nothing and squirms at Hill’s appreciative hum. As the commander mumbles out some praise and thanks, the Russian lets the tip of her baton tap against Kate’s prominent clit. 

Leaning down to cup the brunette's jaw, hanging open as she tries to catch her breath, Natasha smiles widely before spitting directly into her mouth. A small drop runs down Kate’s chin, “Such a messy mutt.” Letting her thumb pop into the CEO’s mouth to distract her just enough that when the ginger slips the tip of the baton into her it draws a squeak. “Stop squirming slut, wouldn’t want me to slip and accidentally electrocute you or would you?” Panicked moaning is muffled by the thumb still in Kate’s mouth, pushing further the more noise she makes. 

Everyone in the room can hear how wet the young Avenger is with each rough thrust of the baton, even with her mouth filled her moans are echoing throughout the room. “I bet you like all the eyes on you, don’t you?” Natasha’s question is met with muted yes, but it isn’t good enough for her. Dragging her thumb out of her mouth and swiping a knife from the table, Kate barely has enough time to gasp before she feels the sharp blade against her neck. “I taught you enough tricks to know you know how to speak, bitch.” 

Choking back a sob, the archer scrambles to answer. “I do! I love everyone watching me.” Her voice is strained, trying to avoid the way the knife pricks her skin as it leaves small cuts across her throat. “Пожалуйста хозяин.”  Cobalt eyes darting around, looking for someone to help but all the other Avengers are just enjoying the show. 

The edge of the blade trails down her torso, leaving bright red lines. Crimson leaking down her ribcage, a cough gets the widow’s attention. Head whipping around, but her thrusting never stops, as she makes eye contact with one of her best friends. “I don’t see you complaining anymore Stars, your pole is pretty tall right now.” Natasha rolls her eyes, a disgusted groan falling from her lips as she watches Steve flush in embarrassment.

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Her magic is gentle as it tightens around you, lifting you into the air forcing you to follow behind the witch. Settling into the soft cushions of the couch makes you feel at ease, gazing up at your Sokovian as she mutters something under her breath. Her crimson eyes are scanning down your body, the mystical mist swirling around you two as she finishes what you realize is a spell. 

By the time she finally makes eye contact with you the forest green you adore is back, and you smile cheekily up at her. Wanda turns on the television, before settling behind you in the corner of the large couch. You’re dragged flush against her and you shiver as her breath hits your ear. “Look at the screen Detka.” Displayed on the screen is the groupchat where Natasha has FRIDAY sending you live updates of the meeting that she was in, but instead of boring notes you notice different videos and pictures of Kate. She’s in flimsy clothes and before you know it she’s on table getting played with. 

You aren’t even aware of how audible the whines coming from deep within your throat are, entirely too focused on the grumpy feeling of being left out. Cold hands slip under your shirt causing you to flinch, but the witch is rubbing comforting circles on your soft stomach. “Now Little One, settle down and Mommy will help you.” Her nails are dragging slowly and softly across your torso, tickling slightly. It’s light and usually it wouldn’t do that much for you, but your body is reacting a lot and it causes your head to swim. “You’re already so squirmy, Toy. What’s got you so worked up?” Her voice is entirely too sweet, but your brain is already so fuzzy. 

Eyelids heavy and your jaw slack as you just whimper pitifully. Trying to shove your face into her neck but her free hand grips your jaw, squishing your face as she forces you to look at the television again. She drags her nails up, giggling as your hips jerk the closer she gets to your breasts. Scratching across a strained nipple, Wanda chuckles as you whine and gasp freely but awkwardly with your scrunched up mouth. Palming at your other neglected breast, and purposely letting her arm rub against the breast she just abandoned, the brunette nips at your shoulder. “Do you want to know a secret?” 

She’s moving your head, forcing you to nod but praising you nonetheless. Her hand is traveling back down your body now but you can feel her magic now, vibrating against you as it gains power and grows. The fire that Wanda leaves whenever she touches you burns, bright and everlasting, but the way her magic sets your entire body ablaze was unmatched. Nothing felt better and it always immediately left you needy. 

Her hand is slipping into your pants, glad to have dressed you in loose clothing. She’s letting her fingers press into you as she purposefully moves flamboyantly inside the baggy sweats. The heat radiating from your dripping cunt can be felt even through your panties, useless as they were now ruined. Dragging her nail across the waistband of your cute purple underwear, courtesy of Kate, she uses her grip on your chin to turn your head some. Licking a stripe up your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple as she smiles widely against you. “I can’t take all the credit for how drenched you are, Мой красивый ангел.” Her eyes flick towards the television, chuckling as she watches Natasha thrust the baton into the archer. It’s wet and filthy, even without the audio you can see the way the younger brunette is dripping onto the table. 

Your fuzzy mind struggles to comprehend her words, eyebrows scrunching as you try to shake your head free. The witch just tuts, humming at your measly attempt at breaking out of her grip. “Mommy…please” Your plea is jumbled, distorted by how she’s squishing your cheeks up and leaving your mouth hanging open. Drool has started falling from your lips, leaving wet marks all over your shirt. 

Even though she hasn’t touched you, you can feel the coil in your stomach is tight. The warmth in your belly is steadily rising, spreading through your body.  She’s pressing against your pelvis now, letting her fingers leave impressions as she plays with your reactions. “Moooommy pleaseee” Her voice taunts you, a high pitched fake whine falling from her overly pouty lips. 

Cloudy unfocused eyes try their hardest to search the room for anything that would give you an idea to help you persuade her to touch you, but all you see is the scarlet mist starting to settle across the entire couch. Tapping against your squishy cheek is your only warning as Wanda shoves your face back towards the screen, “Don’t worry little one, your Daddy will take care of you. Mommy is just here to make sure everything goes as planned.” 

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Watching as Kate’s body stretches to take the baton makes Natasha chuckle, but each time someone moves the archer’s muscles tense. “Still paying so much attention to those around you, little bitch? When you should be completely and fully focused on me?” Snarling down at her, the widow moves her beloved weapon faster. “I know you’re close, and I know deep down you’re already ready to beg me to cum but my sweet naive little mutt won’t be asking me. You like everyone else’s eyes on you so much so go ahead and ask them.” 

Kate’s eyes widen, body flailing a bit but the sting of the blade piercing her collarbone makes her freeze. “Хозяин, please I’ll be good.” Her body is obviously betraying her as her thighs start shaking, and broken whimpers falling from her lips as she babbles incoherently. Forest eyes blink, slowly and intently, listening to the mumbled words. 

The ginger just hovers above her, leaning heavier and heavier against her collarbone. A smug, entirely too wide smile stretches Natasha’s face. Letting the knife clatter as she drops it onto the table, the assassin leans up onto her knees before pulling the dripping wet baton out of the younger girl. “Knees now.” The command is muttered, barely audible as she waits for the brunette to shakily pull herself up. Tangling the raven hair into her fist yanking her head back until all the room could see her tear stained face, flushed as her entire body heaves trying to regain composure. 

An absolutely filthy moan tears through Kate’s throat when the widow lightly taps the baton against her clit, a small shock of electricity shooting through her body. Her entire body lurches forward, almost tumbling face first into the table but the fingers tangled in her hair keep her up on her knees. “Show off that pretty face, mutt. They all want to see it.” The baton slips a bit as Natasha tries to push it back into the archer, leaving the girl shaking in anticipation. Letting the cool metal slide through the wetness, dragging ragged breaths from the brunette before pushing the baton back into her. 

Not letting her have a moment to re-adjust, Natasha puts her entire body into rutting the weapon into Kate immediately dragging her back dangling over the edge. The pace is brutal, but it drains all of the archer’s thoughts and pulls her back under the fog. Her ocean eyes glaze over as she lets her body sway and jerk along with the widow. “Be a good slut and ask these nice people if you can come for them.” The widow’s mouth grazes against her ear, relishing in the trembles that wrack the brunette’s body. 

It takes a few minutes and a few different tries as Kate sobs her way through asking each Avenger and agent in the room, struggling through moans. Natasha mostly just gives silent praise with each person that she gets through until she sees Carol sitting forward, a muted excitement as she waits for her turn. 

A cold glare goes ignored as the captain’s entire focus is on Kate, so when it’s her turn the widow yanks the archer’s head up painfully–cutting off her words. “Now now Little Mutt, you wouldn’t wanna do something to make me mad at this point of time; would you?” The tone of her voice makes the brunette babble, sobbing out apologies and promises to skip the Kree hybrid. Once Natasha is satisfied and her counterpart has continued asking permission to the last bit of the group, the ginger focuses on pushing her farther over the edge. 

Rough and scratchy voice almost completely pulls Kate from her warm fuzzy mindset, drying her eyes almost immediately as she fights against her instincts. The way her handler is fucking into her distracts her just enough, but as the older agent speaks the nerves near the base of her neck sends pain running along her body. He’s toying with her, acting like he isn’t sure if she should be allowed to cum. Everyone else is loving it, eating up his confidence to mess with Romanoff’s property, but only the ginger sees the internal battle that the young Avenger is having. 

“Enough. You’ve lost your privilege, such a pathetic excuse of a man can’t even make up his mind.” She’s pulling Kate up, letting her adjust so that she’s comfortably laying back against her torso. The widow has her hand wrapped tightly around her throat as she thrusts the baton, roughly and as best as she can at such an awkward angle. “Ignore the rest of them little mutt. You can cum, you’re going to cum. Just for me now.” It doesn’t take much more, just the whispering against the raven haired girl’s ear to let her fall beneath that foggy wave in her head. “Cum for your хозяин. Be my good girl and cum for me.” 

It’s all too much, all too quick, as Kate’s brain starts drowning underneath the weight of her own thoughts. Her brain is fighting against the warmth and the mist that Natasha is trying to settle her into, and it’s frustrating as her body hasn’t quite caught up to her thoughts. She earned this orgasm but she won’t be able to enjoy it if her brain won’t shut off. Unsure of when a steady stream of tears started flowing down her cheeks, Kate wasn’t even sure of her own feelings and couldn’t sort her own brain out. 

She knew that her body was nearing the end of its ability to fight off the impending orgasm, and she wanted it more than anything–no she needed it this time. Through the war in her brain the archer doesn’t even realize that her body is shaking, cumming around the baton. She doesn’t even register that she's babbling out thank yous, or slouched bonelessly against Natasha. Kate doesn’t even take note of the praise, only coming back to the present when the widow’s baton leaves a searing line along her torso. 

Her eyes finally focus as she takes in the now empty room, abs still twitching from the shocks from the baton. “There’s my mutt, I thought you would be stuck in your head forever.” The widow’s voice is quiet, mumbling against her shoulder where she is looking down at her body. Slowing trailing the cum covered baton across her thighs. “You did so good for me today, but your brain went somewhere.” Blue electricity snaps as it travels along the baton, nipping at Kate’s thighs in bursts of pain. Strings of cum acting as the perfect conductor to supercharge the strikes, the pain sending the archer deeper into the fog she was searching for earlier. 

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Your legs were spread open, Wanda’s overlapping them to keep you as still as possible. Her arm was wrapped around your torso and her free hand was tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to leave your pulsepoint open. “You're so pretty when you’re desperate. Such a miserable little toy when no one is around to play with you. Isn’t that right?” Her voice is muffled against your jaw, where her teeth are nipping at the thin stretched skin. 

All of your senses are overwhelmed, the crimson smog has infiltrated your entire body and everything is just obscenely sensitive. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch the way Kate is being fucked, Natasha smug as ever; but you can feel it. Every single movement and thrust, it’s like your Daddy is right there between your legs. It’s not enough though, and Wanda knows this. Her magic leaves you wanting more, leaving you just out of reach of what you really want. 

Helpless as she holds you tight, you can feel her hardened nipples against your back and it makes you entirely too aware of the effect this is having on her. The more you wiggle against her, your butt snug against her covered center, the more she lets out feebly concealed groans but you both can feel her wetness soaking through the layers between you. 

You can feel the way Natasha is dangling Kate over the edge, the way her muscles are tight and shaky with anticipation. It isn’t enough. It’s never enough. When you feel Wanda laugh behind you, stroking at your stomach in mock comfort, you can’t help the pathetic whine that tumbles from your lips. The grip in your hair tightens when you try to look at her, only getting a flash of the ruby eyes you’re forbidden from looking into. Slipping under the waistband of your sweats, the hand that tried to comfort you teases at your neglected clit; easing under your panties. 

Begging comes easy when she swipes past the place you need most, rubbing at the spot where your thigh starts. You aren’t entirely sure what words are comprehensible, but your mouth can’t catch up to your brain. No words could truly get across what you felt, your body only feeling the ghosts of actions happening a state away short circuiting your thoughts. Seemingly Wanda takes mercy on you, letting her palm settle on your clit and two fingers to dip into you. 

She doesn’t move, not even an inch after she settles her hand comfortably. “I said I would help, but that doesn’t mean I will be doing all the work. Show Mommy how much you want to cum.” Your hips are moving before she even finishes her words, grinding down onto her. Your eyes roll back, relief flooding your system as you finally feel something real. 

Intoxication, once again, is the only way you can describe it. The way she reels you in, and lets the line out, is deliberate and smart. Leaving you hanging until you are delirious with need, a pliable toy for her to play with. She builds you up, fanning the fire that grows with each push and pull. It’s slow and leaves you completely at her mercy, brain completely flooded with thoughts of only Wanda–just as she likes and just as she knows only she can. 

It doesn’t take much, your neglected clit grinding against the calloused heel of her hand and your cunt trying to suck in her fingers with a dire need. You can just make out Kate desperately clawing at Natasha, a sure sign that she’s about to fall over the edge. You feel her orgasm building before your own, too focused on knowing what she is feeling that when your own coil shatters it’s a mindblowing surprise. The intense fire ripples out over your body, washing you in a heat that over takes your entire body as it shakes and shudders. 

Relishing in the high as you float along the overwhelming bliss it’s a complete ambush when Wanda’s hand slaps down on your pussy, sending a searing pain through your body. Startling you and effectively ending your orgasm early, the beginnings of a tantrum are on the tip of your tongue when you feel the ghost of Kate’s coil shattering. Causing an intense empty feeling, as your brain reacts to something that your body can no longer feel and you roll around in between the witch’s legs miserably. 

An unamused look is the only response you receive as she watches you, waiting for you to realize that you won’t be getting any sympathy from her. Settling for your best doe eyed look and cute pouty lip, you gaze up at Wanda. “Don’t give me that look, Malyshka. You’re lucky a ruined orgasm is all you get for how bratty you were earlier.” The tilt of her head silences your arguments, though you know that she hears them when she raises an eyebrow at you. 

Rolling her eyes, Wanda switches the television to some random animated movie with a flick of her wrist. “You did very good, Little One, but you did need to be punished. I told you that those bad thoughts you had were punishment enough for the time being, but that time expired and you needed to be reminded of your place.” Her tone was soft, but reprimanding and it made you shrink in on yourself. You knew your training and you knew what your role was in this dynamic, and while the others found amusement in your brattiness you knew that Wanda had trained you better than that. “My prized toy, this was just a bump in the road. I know we have had a few of those recently, but everything is a learning curve.” 

Nodding your head as you listen, you move around so that you can curl up on her lap. Wanting to find more comfort you shove your face into her neck, sucking on the muscle in her neck as you listen. Enjoying the way it vibrates, an extra thing to ground you, as she continues to talk. She’s deterred from her explanation, knowing there was no reason to spend too long berating you after your talk earlier as well. Instead she’s talking about her day and the random things that you have missed from your time apart. The two of you see each other most days of the week, but sometimes your schedules just don’t mix well or other plans get in the way so you always enjoyed hearing about the small details of what you may have missed. 

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You’re half asleep curled up in the huge bed, the sounds of rain tapping against the window of the master bedroom in the penthouse when Kate starts sitting up. Shoving your face into the pillow she abandons, you try to keep your eyes closed for as long as possible but the moment she’s poking at you that idea goes out the window. “Have…you ever thought about like.. the future?” 

Rubbing at your eyes, you push yourself up to lean against her. Reaching out to grab her hands, tangling your fingers together so that she can’t tug at the loose thread on the blanket anymore. The silence wrapped around the two of you like a heavy blanket, and even though you wanted to stay awake you could feel sleep creeping back into your head. Clearing your throat, “Our future?” 

You watch as Kate’s eyes twitch, uncertainty filling her features but she stays silent. The midnight blue cloudy with sleep and fear. Tracing patterns along her arm, giving yourself some time to wake up as much as possible and put some thoughts together. “My love..” Your hand is reaching up before you realize, tilting her chin down to look at you. “I’m not going to lie. Thoughts about the general future are.. Not really in my vision right now. Most of my energy is going into finishing school and getting a raise at work.” You watch your girlfriend’s throat bob, swallowing down whatever emotion she’s feeling. “But you… you’re always right there. Nothing makes sense, all my thoughts are all over the place and I feel like I’m constantly drowning; but Kate you’re the only thing that never wavers.” 

“What…what about Wanda and Natasha?” The question lingers in the air. Your mouth opening and closing, your brain unable to wrap itself around the weight of the insinuation behind such a simple sentence. The past four years should be enough to show where you stood in their lives, but you were never one to have confidence in history. 

The clock ticks, steady, as you struggle to answer. The heavy thoughts from a few days ago are still fresh in your mind, an unhealthy habit that you never truly broke free of. No matter the words spoken to you, or sent to you since then, you can’t shake the feelings deep rooted within you. The longer the two of you sit there in silence, the faster the warmth from the comforter escapes causing you to shiver in the cold of the night. Kate is pulling you back down onto the bed, letting you curl into her. 

Sharing a lazy, sleep heavy kiss makes your heart stutter. Pulling away to see her dark eyes, illuminated in the moonlight that leaks into the room behind the curtain. Breathless as you blush furiously under her attention, her eyes spoke of all the love she held for you and the devotion was overwhelming the longer you got lost in the sparkling navy. Finally looking away you let your head fall against her chest, listening to her heart beat; smiling at the slightly too fast thumps. 

There in the silence, wrapped in the safety of the love of your life’s arms, you say the words you never dared utter out loud before. “I’m whatever they want me to be..that’s..the only thing I ever truly know of them.”

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