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Chapter Forty-Eight: Bisque.
Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.
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“Affection memories are the best kind,” Billie’s words came as soft as melted butter. “How old were you?”
I’m not sure I have many of those. “Six.”
“I wish I could have seen young Wilhemina eating cheesecake for the first time.” The corners of Billie Dean’s sparkled lightly. Venable couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as she took another bite.
“Do you have any pictures from when you were young?”
Even though the question seemed a little odd, Billie had learned not to judge. It was safe to say their experiences in life had been very different, even though they shared their fair amount of similarities. She nodded as she took a bite. “I do. Why?”
Wilhemina shrugged. “I’d like to see them… sometime. If that’s alright with you.”
“Of course.” Weird. But it made sense… Billie did want to see younger Venable, too.
Wilhemina nodded slowly as she looked down at her plate. I think I might have a few pictures from school… Granted, she had always hated taking pictures. Brown eyes moved back up to Billie Dean, and a small smile graced Venable’s features as she realized the small amount of cream cheese on Billie’s face. “Your chin,” she said softly.
“Hm?”
“You have cream cheese on your chin.”
“Oh.” Billie let her fork go and reached for a napkin. She chuckled as she wiped her face clean. “Thank you.” Embarrassing.
“Of course.” I can’t believe the nerve of her to look good even with cream cheese on her face.
Carefully taking one last bite, Billie Dean set her plate aside. She licked her lips and made sure no bits were left on her cheeks. Venable still savored the dessert, and so honey eyes watched her. In no time, they were back at the living room with the dishwasher all loaded and running. Purpura sleepily watched them from her spot at the center table.
“That was good,” Billie sat back down at the couch, right beside Wilhemina, whom nodded.
“When did you first find out you had a talent for finding good food?” Venable teased as she leaned back against the couch. Billie Dean let out a small chuckle. Is it safe to feel that comfortable around her? That was a constant doubt in her mind.
“I think it’s a talent only for you.” She reached for one of Venable’s legs, hand resting on her knee and caressing it on top of the pants.
Wilhemina smiled to herself. Floratta Blue permeated her house in comforting tones of coral. “If you say so…”
“Mhm.” Leaning closer, Billie kissed Wilhemina’s cheek before resting back on the couch.
With the corners of her eyes sparkling lightly, Venable turned her head to stare at Billie Dean. The caresses on her leg no longer felt foreign. Such a short time… Things with Emma had taken so long so develop to whatever it had been. How was any of that even happening with Billie? “Will you help me set my iPad?”
“Of course.”
Afternoon dawned and night arrived pretty fast. Shades of orange invaded the living room as Billie Dean was just done helping Wilhemina set everything, and then Venable got up to turn the light on. The iPad now lay charging on the corner table, already with the purple case on and a few apps installed. Honey eyes watched as Wilhemina caressed Purpura on her way back to the couch, and as she was about to comment on her trousers, her phone began to ring from her purse. Brown eyes moved to hers. Billie Dean bit her lower lip and wished the name on the screen didn’t start with the letter ‘E’—thankfully, it didn’t. “It’s Jenny,” she told Venable before walking to the bathroom, receiving a nod back. Closing the door, Billie quickly picked it up. “Hello?”
“Stop ignoring my texts!” From the other side, Jenny yelled teasingly.
“I’m not!” Billie said with a chuckle. “I just haven’t been around my phone today.”
“Oh! Oh—oh! You’re at her house?!”
Laughing, Billie Dean moved to sit down on the closed toilet lid. “Yes, I am.” Her words were quiet, low.
“Did you spend the night? Oh, of course you did!”
Billie couldn’t help but find Jenny’s excitement funny. “I did, but nothing happened.”
“How come?”
“We’re going slow.”
“Did you make out at least?”
“Jenny!”
“Come on!”
Smiling to herself, Billie Dean nodded on the phone. “Yes…”
“So she does have feelings for you, huh?”
“… yes.”
“Where’s my ‘You told me, Jenny. You’re always right, Jenny. I should give you a raise, Jenny.’?”
“Shut up!” Billie chuckled yet again, hearing as the girl did the same on the other side of the phone. After a moment, she bit her lip. Their laughs died down. “Thank you…”
“You’re welcome,” Jenny’s voice came softly, now. “On a more serious note, is everything alright? Is she treating you well and not like she’s made out of ice?”
Billie Dean shook her head. “She’s the sweetest, Jenny…”
“If you say so.”
“Truly.”
“I believe you.”
Billie licked her lips as she thought. “Was Emma alright? Yesterday, when you dropped her home?”Silence. Billie Dean felt Jenny shifting on the other side of the line. Oh no.
“She was just drunk. Do you really want to talk about her now?”
“She said something about Terry, didn’t she?”
Jenny took a deep breath. Billie gulped. “She said a lot of things…”
“Jenny…”
“Yes. She did talk about Terry.”
“Fuck,” Billie breathed out. Closing her eyes, she reached to massage her temple. “What did she say?”
“I don’t remember exactly—or rather, I didn’t understand it very well— but it was something that had to do with telling Wilhemina about her.” Billie Dean groaned. “She was drunk and very much mad at you, I doubt she’ll do anything,” Jenny tried to amend. It didn’t help much.
“She thinks she knows what happened, and she’s assuming that’s what I am doing with Wilhemina.”
“Yeah…”
“That’s not it, Jenny. Terry wasn’t even fired because of that!” Her voice raised a little. Billie quickly took notice of it and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.
From the other side, Jenny gulped. “I know, Billie… but you do know that a few people can’t help but make that connection, right?”
Billie Dean took a deep breath. “Yes…” And it fucking sucks. Just another thing people assumed about her life, as if she didn’t have enough of that already.
“Have you told her about it?”
“Wilhemina?”
“Yes.”
“No… not yet.” Honey eyes fell down. Billie sucked on her lower lip. “I think it’s too soon.”
“Billie, it’s either you telling her or her possibly finding it out through Emma… and I really don’t think you’d like the latter.”
“I know,” Billie Dean murmured. “What else did she tell you?”
“She just cried a lot… and called you a bunch of names.”
“Fair,” she murmured again.
“Not really, but we’ll not dwell on that right now.” Billie nodded to herself. “Are you spending the weekend there?”
“Yes.” Taking a deep breath, Billie Dean sat up a little better. “Why?”
“Just asking. The reports about the party should be out on Monday, and we need to approve the pictures for the special.”
“Right. You can ask them to e-mail me the material.” I desperately need a break from working. The end of the year was always hectic for Billie Dean.
“Already did. They’re waiting on an answer until Monday, noon.”
“Perfect. We can do it in the morning, then.”
“Mhm.”
“Do I need to do anything this weekend?” Billie had found Jenny’s question a little odd, so it was always best to ask.
“Not really. I was just curious about you and her,” the girl chuckled.
“Oh.” Chuckling back, Billie got up from the lid. That’s good at least. “I’ll tell you more on Monday.”
“Good. I’ll be waiting excitedly as the reason for all of that to be happening I am.”
“Silly,” Billie Dean teased back. “Alright, I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Alright. Have a good weekend, wink wink.”
“You too, you annoying human.” With both of them laughing, Billie ended the call. She looked up to the mirror and fixed her clothes and hair, eyes glued on herself. She sighed. She’ll think I do that with everybody. Maybe that talk could wait until Monday… or at least until tomorrow. Billie Dean decided she wouldn’t think about it now. At least not for the night. She still had another whole day before the next week, after all.
Quietly stepping out of the bathroom, Billie Dean walked back to the living room; she didn’t find Venable there. “Wilhie?”
“In the bedroom,” Venable called back.
Quietly still, Billie Dean followed that way. As she got to the room, her eyes were graced with the lovely image of Wilhemina, sitting on the bed with Purpura and a tube of lotion by her side. Lavender notes invaded her nostrils. Billie smiled. “Are you moisturizing her?” She remembered Venable had said something about it, once.
Wilhemina nodded. She reached for more of the lotion and gently caressed the cat’s back, which purred lowly. “Winter makes her skin drier.”
“She’s so well behaved.” Carefully, Billie sat down beside Wilhemina. She watched as her hands worked on Purpura, so gentle and caring. And with such long and dainty fingers… not now. Billie Dean licked her lips and looked back up at Venable, watching the way she was so absolutely focused on the cat, with lips curling up and eyes so soft above the sky of freckles there. To be loved by her must be holy. She could only wish to experience that one day. “Can I help?”
Taken positively aback, deep brown eyes met honey ones. “To moisturize her?” Billie nodded. Venable opened a smile. “Of course.” She reached for the lotion and pushed it closer to Billie Dean. “Here. Her chest is missing still.
“Okay.” As gentle as she could, Billie Dean scooped a small amount of lotion on her fingers and began to caress the cat’s chest, right underneath her neck. Purpura purred a little louder, shifting on the mattress to accommodate the hand. Billie smiled, and as she looked up at Wilhemina, their eyes and smile met again. Air seemed scarce all of a sudden. I want to give her the world.
I love her. When had anyone ever treated Purpura like that? When had anyone wanted to be a part of her life like that? How scary? How good? How foreign? “She likes it,” Wilhemina said, voice as soft as melted butter. “She likes you.”
With a tiny chuckle, Billie Dean used all of her strength to take her eyes off of Venable and look back at the cat. “I like her, too.” With her free hand and mindful of her nails, she reached to pet the cat’s head. Purpura leaned against it, eyes closed. Another chuckle left Billie’s lips.
With her teeth trapping her lips in order not to allow them to smile too big, Wilhemina kept on watching them. She pulled her hands away and wiped them on a towel she had taken, cleaning them of the lotion. After a minute or two, she spoke again. “Thank you for being so nice to her…”
“Of course,” Billie Dean’s eyebrows drew closer in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Venable shrugged. My mind clearly works wrong. “It’s just that… a few people can be mean because of—of how she looks.” Just like they are to me. She nervously licked her lips. “You know… the skin.”
Billie’s frown grew for a second until she understood just how deep the topic actually was. Her eyes reflected nothing but kindness now. “There’s nothing wrong with how she looks, Wilhie… and even if there were, quote on quote, something wrong about her, that wouldn’t be an excuse for people to treat her in any way but kind.” Gulping again, Wilhemina nodded. She took a discrete deep breath and clutched the small purple towel on her lap. Billie Dean took notice of it. She’s nervous. With her own heart picking up slightly in speed, Billie looked down at the cat for a second before looking back up at Venable. Her lips curled up on the corners. “Besides, I think she looks really cute.”
This time, it was Wilhemina who looked away from Billie Dean. Her cheeks tinted softly. The underlying tone of their conversation was very much explicit. “R-really?”
“Oh, yeah.” She knows I’m talking about her. There was no need to point that out. Billie had been learning compliments and words of affirmation were better left in the murky, at least for now. “More than cute, I think she’s beautiful.” Clutching the towel in her hands a little harsher, Venable nodded quietly. She slowly looked back up, and when her eyes met honey ones again, she found a look in them that left her warm all over, sweet all over, comforted all over. Billie Dean’s smile grew lovingly, pouring affection all over. Carefully not to disturb Purpura, Billie scooted closer to Wilhemina, hand reaching to cup one of her cheeks—slowly, so she could ask her to stop if she wanted. She didn’t. Billie Dean’s thumb caressed the plump crimson skin with so much tenderness it nearly hurt. Venable sighed lowly. “You’re beautiful, Wilhemina,” she whispered, voice as soft as a cozy blanket and as sweet as honey. She could feel Venable’s breath against her lips, faster than usual and oh so inviting. So she kissed her, slow and gentle and affectionate.
With blood rushing up to her head, Wilhemina felt her hands trembling against the cloth. She did the best she could and let go of it, reaching to caress Billie’s arm as she kissed her back. Their lips danced slowly and passionately, and for a split second Venable felt herself losing touch with the parts that could be so damn horrible to her. Her lips picked up in intensity, and she subconsciously scooted closer to Billie Dean, too. Purpura meowed from between them, therefore causing the kiss the break. Wilhemina took a deep breath as she stared at Billie’s eyes, lips rosy and tingling deliciously. Billie Dean watched her closely, thumb still tracing Venable’s cheek. I’m terrified things will change. Reality set back in. Wilhemina gulped. “I’m n-not used to that…”
“Compliments?” Venable nodded. I know. Billie smiled sadly. “Any chance I can help you get used to them?”
With her cheeks still red and hot, Wilhemina bit her lower lip. Hesitantly, she nodded. “It might take a while…” It might never happen at all.
With the softest smile she could manage, Billie Dean reached to tuck a lock of red hair behind Venable’s ear. “That’s okay,” she whispered. Billie felt as dark brown eyes fell down to her lips, so she leaned closer and kissed Wilhemina again, which got herself a sweet sigh. Billie Dean pulled away just enough to stare at Venable. “I’m not in a rush.” She had said that already, about many things, but she would never grow tired of easing Wilhemina’s mind.
And yet again, there she was… bare, raw in front of Billie. Vulnerable, and yet she didn’t feel so scared. That’s scary. Would that become something usual for her?
Sunday morning arrived as sweetly as the past night had been; Wilhemina found herself falling asleep tangled in Billie Dean’s arms again, this time receiving kisses on the forehead until she, eventually, allowed sleep to win. When the first ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains, their limbs were still tangled and their skin was still warm from their embrace. It was Venable who opened her eyes first, eyebrows close as she frowned from the light. When her vision wasn’t so blurry anymore, Wilhemina focused on whatever was in front of her—it happened to be Billie, still fast asleep and with her lips inches away from her own. She took a deep breath. I kissed her. Venable licked her own chapped lips, body falling slowly into reality as it got aware of its position: legs tangled with Billie Dean’s, an arm that wasn’t its own wrapped around her waist, feet touching, blonde hair tickling her face. How lovely was it, to not wake up alone? To not always be by herself? Wilhemina took another deep breath, brown oceans examining the face in front of hers. Is she even real? Venable still had her doubts. Billie frowned as a strand of her own hair tickled her face, nose scrunching up. Wilhemina smiled to herself and reached to pull the strand of hair away and behind Billie Dean’s ear. As she pulled her hand away, she couldn’t help but brush her knuckles against Billie’s face, caressing her peachy skin. I shouldn’t be so attached already. How could she not? When that woman treated her and made her feel a way she had never experienced before? Venable watched as Billie Dean began to slowly open her eyes. She smiled sleepily to herself.
Letting out a small sigh, Billie hummed as her vision came into consciousness, body snuggling closer to whatever was providing it warmth. Lavender soon clouded her senses, and so Billie Dean finally fixated on the face in front of her. Her lips mirrored Wilhemina’s sleepy smile. Was she watching me? “Hi,” Billie croaked out, as sweet as she could manage in her state.
“Hello.” Venable’s smile grew as her cheeks began to tint for some reason. Down her legs, she felt as Billie Dean’s foot caressed her own. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Billie shook her head before hiding her face against the pillow to cover a yawn. Her hand reached for Wilhemina’s waist and pulled her closer. “You didn’t.” She looked back at dark brown eyes. “I wouldn’t have minded if you had, though.”
Venable nodded at the words as spidery fingers slowly moved up to cup Billie Dean’s cheek. Wilhemina just stared at her for a minute before taking a deep breath. “I like waking up next to you,” she whispered. I didn’t know not being alone could ever feel this way.
Coral fingernails scratched softly against the cloth of Venable’s purple pajamas, caressing her waist and the small of her back. Billie Dean leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips. I hope my breath is tolerable. “I like waking up next to you, too,” she whispered back. Wilhemina stared at her like she was made of all the stars in the universe, eyes shining and all. Billie couldn’t help but pull her even closer, and this time Venable’s hand fell down to her waist and pulled her closer, too. Their bodies left no space between each other, breaths mingling. “I sleep pretty well when I’m with you… you’re warm and you don’t snore,” she teased.
Chuckling lowly, Wilhemina bit her lip to stop her smile from growing too much. “Why, thank you. I could say the same, but your feet are freezing,” she teased back, because being playful didn’t come with a sentence of being punished when it came to Billie Dean.
With a laugh, Billie made sure her feet were well tangled with Venable’s. “I don’t know why they’re so cold.”
Wilhemina hummed. She reached for the hand that caressed her waist and tangled her fingers with Billie Dean’s. “So is your hand.” She caressed the cold digits between her own, trying to warm them up. “Are you cold?”
“Not really.” Billie licked her lips, and part of her heart still melted every time she was reminded of how just how caring Venable was with her. “Are you?”
“No,” Wilhemina shook her head. She let go of Billie Dean’s hand and now caressed her arm, even though Billie had said she wasn’t cold. Billie Dean didn’t mind, not at all. She kept a smile printed on her lips. “Are you hungry?” I should have bought some pastries.
“A little.”
“I can cook us an omelette, or maybe I can go out and get a few pastries, if you’d like. There’s this—“
“Wilhie,” Billie Dean cut Venable gently just as she was about to start lifting the covers to get out of bed. Wilhemina looked at her. “Can we cuddle a little?”
With her cheeks turning purple, Venable nodded. She blinked twice before slowly snuggling closer to Billie again. “Sorry,” she whispered.
Billie Dean shook her head. Hadn’t it been Wilhemina, she could have thought that maybe there was something wrong with her, but being Venable, she knew she was simply eager to please. “You don’t have to apologize,” she whispered back. Her hand found its place on Wilhemina’s waist again, caressing it. She’s always so anxious.
With a nod, brown eyes fell down. Venable took a deep breath. I’m so idiotic. The deprecating voice was already up and running. She gulped and looked back at honey oceans, legs tangling back with Billie’s. After a moment, she spoke again. “I like cuddling with you,” she said, because part of her felt like Billie Dean could maybe be thinking otherwise, and she didn’t want to ever cause Billie Dean to think like that.
She’s worried. Opening a smile, Billie reached to pull a strand of read hair away from Venable’s eyes. “I know, darling. I didn’t think otherwise.”
Darling. Wilhemina didn’t know if her stomach would ever stop turning with the pet name. This is the second time she’s called me that. How delicious did it feel? “Good,” she murmured somewhat shyly.
Billie Dean hummed back, hand caressing her waist slowly, feeling as it rose and fell with Venable’s breathing. She stared at those chocolate eyes in front of her, watching the way they moved away and back to her own. She’s shy. Her lips curled up softly. “Did you dream of anything?”
Wilhemina shook her head, eyes struggling to stay at brown ones. “Not that I remember. Did you?”
Billie Dean had actually had a dream; she saw a woman, hair red just like Venable’s, face full of suffering and with lines well marked. She cried, but couldn’t speak. Wilhemina didn’t need to know that. “Not really.” Venable hummed. Billie licked her lips, eyes tracing the soft freckles on Wilhemina’s cheeks. “I love your freckles,” she said after a second.
To be stared at like that had never felt good… not until Billie Dean. Venable’s skin grew red still, but not from being uncomfortable. “I’m not a huge fan of them…”
What’s new? Wilhemina didn’t seem to be a huge fan of anything that made her who she was. Billie didn’t need to point that out, but she did keep that in mind. “You always cover them, don’t you?” Venable nodded. Billie Dean opened a sad smile. “I love them,” she repeated.
Wilhemina gulped. She nodded again, eyes falling down before going back up. She licked her sudden dry lips. “Thank you.”
Billie couldn’t help but smile a little more. It was clear Venable wasn’t used to being complimented, or having any kind of intimacy with people, but there was something so sweet about it… so strangely pure, in a way. Most people wouldn’t see it that way, but Billie Dean had never been most people. So she leaned closer and placed a small kiss on Wilhemina’s nose, and then another one on her left cheek, and another one on her right one, right on top of the freckles. Wilhemina blinked twice, and with a chuckle Billie Dean kissed her full on the lips, reaching to cup her face.
Sunday went by with nothing but sweet kisses being shared and a movie or two being watched. When the night began to fall down again, Billie Dean hesitantly went back home, but with the promise of seeing each other on Monday morning. Billie knew she should have talked about Terry; knew she should have brought it up before anyone else had the chance, but how could she when Venable looked at her so lovingly and gave her more trust than she had ever given anyone in a long time? Billie Dean simply didn’t have the guts to do it. And she prayed no one would before she could master the courage to do so.
At night, Wilhemina caught herself missing the warmth of another body next to her. Floratta Blue lingered in the air only slightly, and Venable wished she could smell more of it. Fear clouded her senses before sleep could, trying to trick her, trying to scare her. Wilhemina closed her eyes and thought about Billie; about the kiss they shared just before she entered her car and drove home that evening. Nothing would change in the morning. Nothing would change in the week. Right?
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Revelations and Reprimands
Synopsis- Wanda overhears the conversation you have with Tommy and Billy when you think she isn't around, she is not pleased one bit when hears what you utter.
Pairings- Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings- Bad parenting (?)
Word Count- 3k
A/N- Gonna post this then dip for a few months. To my followers tho, stay super freaky, have great vagina, I love yaa!!
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The rays of sun up above were beating down on your exposed neck like an insistent hot skillet clad onto your back, the sweat glistened on your body making you look like a sizzling hot dog amongst the raging flames on a grill. The heat is the reason why you were only in a white tank top paired with old basketball shorts that have garnered numerous paint stains from moving into your current home a few years ago.
The blaring heat also being the cause for Tommy and Billy to be doused in layers of sunscreen as they protested against Wanda who was stern with them that she didn't want them to get sunburnt, making it her mission to lather every inch of their exposed skin.
As Wanda looked out the window she couldn't help but smile at the sight she had trouble keeping her eyes off of as she prepared a grand lunch for you and the boys.
She was positioned in front of the sink washing the freshly picked strawberries from her very own garden that she took much pride in bragging about at PTA meetings and in her gardening Facebook group. Constantly glancing out the window to see your crouched form near the sliding back door, spray bottle in hand as you portrayed a concentrated demeanor coupled with Billy and Tommy’s kidlike shouts as they played on the swings with huge toothless smiles that made her heart spin thousands of times over.
The cold water running down her fingers as she rubbed the ripe berries was a stark contrast to the heat berating you, but not more annoying than the bugs that sought to unionize in various places in your home. Pain from a stiff back and exhausting heat outweighed waking up at three am with a certain someone ripping all the sheets from the bed swearing to have seen a colony of ants congregating by her pillowside. Coupled with the constant excuses Tommy and Billy gave during dinner time, claiming there were tiny critters crawling around in their greens which was a clear lie, although the slight tensing of Wanda’s jaw showed her irritation.
Deciding to multitask with your outside chores, a large white garbage bag is stationed next to your figure, stuffed with various weeds that you had previously pulled from the ground. Now was the perfect opportunity to get this done so Wanda was no longer on your ass, complaining about how the weeds made her garden look messy. You, never being able to say no to her, made the decision for the chores to be completed sooner than later a reality.
Just as you set down the bug repellent to yank a dwindling mini weed, out of the corner of your eye you catch a literal settlement of small and big ants scurrying in a single file line. Your hand already grabbing the spray bottle as you didn’t hesitate to hose down the small colony. Eyes scrunched as you watched the ants scatter and disassemble.
What you failed to notice was Billy’s approaching figure with a quizzical look etched onto his juvenile face. As he came up from behind you with a question on the tip of his tongue Tommy rushed from behind, trying to get him to come back to the swings.
“C'mon Billy, one more round on the swings then we can have a slide race!” Tommy gasped out, his features exuding pure happiness as he attempted to tug his brother along. How he wasn’t breathless from running that long distance to where Billy was standing was something that stuck to the back of your mind.
But Billy was too focused on what you were doing, Tommy’s uproar of a claim already catching your attention and making you aware of their presence, your head twisting in their direction with a smirk represented on your face.
Just then Tommy let out a small squeal at the putrid smell that had just entered his nostril, his small hands coming to cover his nose swiftly.
“Don’t be such a baby, Tommy, it’s just bug repellent. Look mama’s using it to kill the bugs.” Billy stated with a smug smile on his face, knowing that statement would trigger him in some way because Tommy loved to claim he knew everything using the fact that he was older to support that idea.
The smile on your lips broadens at the banter going on between the prepubescent boys that had started to occur after Billy’s words. “Hey, maybe you guys should take your talk over there. Your mom would kill me if she knew I had you guys over her next to these heavy chemicals.” You remarked as you pointed your gloved finger towards the play set with raised eyebrows.
But that idea was quickly cut off when Billy pointed his stubby pointer finger in the direction of the ground, your gaze turning to yet another wave of ants. You motioned for the boys to move back as you release another wave of chemical death toward the pests. A fresh wave of wind shifted some of the rancid mist in the direction of the boys. Billy’s face scrunched up in disgust while Tommy had let out a mantra of words that you’d never thought you hear come from his mouth in all his youthful glory.
“Holy shit! That stinks.”
An automatic laugh escaped from your mouth before you could really process the situation, Billy’s laughter not helping you reel in your initial shock to chastise Tommy. You blow out some air from your mouth before you try to act like an adult and reprimand him for his language. But the sight of Billy with his hands on his head and huge toothless beam made the thought of telling the kid who stood in anxiousness off.
“Mama, why are you killing the bugs if they are outside?” Tommy asks in a haze of innocence.
You bite down on your bottom lip trying to find a reasonable answer to tell the young children, “These bugs tend to get inside no matter how hard I try to block them from the inside, you guys aren’t leaving the windows open when you’re not supposed to right?” You add at the end that gets some playful laughter out of the boys. Billy and Tommy chuckle as they grab their bellies, shaking their heads in the negative.
Their cheery laughter makes you look back towards them and question their honesty as you raise your eyebrows with a knowingly look in their direction, the only expression each of them gives is an expression with wide eyes and pressed lips, a look that you have known well when confronting them about their naughtiness.
You exert a low chuckle at their mischievous behavior, “Don’t tell your mommy I said this but I think it’s her, she’s always leaving them open in our room and in the kitchen.” Silly beams were planted on their faces as they listened closely to your words.
You motioned them closer with your fingers, trying to create more distance from where you guys were huddled and the window you could see Wanda from, who was occupied with her back turned in the kitchen, “Hey listen, when I was in the backyard one day I could hear her singing in our room from all the way down here. Definitely better than Auntie Agatha’s.”
Loud chuckles are released from their small lungs, the boys go into an uncontrollable fit of laughter when you mentioned Agatha’s not-so-enjoyable singing that she had no problem sharing when she came over every other weekend.
While the boys are coming down from their laughing fit you are quick to spray a spider web that has made its way awfully close to a window that was unsurprisingly cracked open.
“These damn spiders keep coming back, so I thought if I kill their family they won’t feel at home here anymore. No more children to practice teaching how to spin a web with, and no more momma for them to find pleasure with.” You unconsciously spit out, whispering the last part under your breath. Forgetting the presence of your kids and their innocent minds for a split second, when you do there is a slight freeze in your motions afterward, but what’s the harm if Wanda isn’t around to hear it?
Unfortunately, Wanda had heard every word of that sentence. What you failed to realize was her presence leaning on the threshold of the backyard door. During the time you had been talking to Tommy and Billy, she had fully set up the outside table for the lunch she had completed, only staying to watch you three with a bright smile on her face when she heard the gracious laughter of her godsent boys.
A warm style remained on her face as she watched the sight of you three naturally conversing, but that snug smile quickly vanished from her face the second she heard that far-fetched sentence spoken into existence by you. A cloud of hurt waved over her just elated demeanor, as you told the story about killing the spiders family so it would no longer find your house a home and stay, it hit her close to home in the chest making her hug her stomach as a slight storm brewed within her.
A second before she was about to interrupt the laughter coming from the boys she witnessed something she wouldn’t have thought to occur for years, that specific something coming from her ten-year-old boys. She witnessed Billy and Tommy turning towards each other to exchange whispers with one another, fear and apprehension laced Billy’s face as Tommy had a poised expression. After their whispers, they nodded their heads toward one another and looked your way with that mischievous look they tended to hold when they were about to commit an indecent act.
“Fuck that spider's family.” Tommy voiced brazenly, his and Billy’s eyes gauging your reaction. Waiting to see if you would berate them like Wanda would have if she heard those words come from their mouths. After all, between their two parents, you were definitely the more laid-back one who let more things slide when you shouldn’t.
Wanda’s blood began to simmer at the lack of your reaction, her head tilting to the right as her jaw slightly clenched. Her infuriation rose to an all-time high when you turned around with a smirk on your face and uttered a string of words that managed to turn her evening completely upside down.
“That’s right, fuck their families.” The two giddy children broke into another fit of laughter at your lack of care for what the older twin had spewed moments ago and your response. All the laughter in the next moment immediately stopped with brief words coupled with a tone so daunting all the color drained from you and the two youngsters' faces.
“Thomas. William. Wash your hands.” Her tone was eerily calm as her eyes remained on your frozen figure and nowhere else. The boys quickly looked in her direction while avoiding eye contact, scurrying past her so she couldn’t scold them even for a second. When the boys were out of eyesight her gaze rested on you coldly, your eyes aimed towards the patio as your teeth kept your lower lip interlocked and your thoughts running rampant on all the possibilities of Wanda giving you a much-needed earful.
Now Wanda knew where the trait of avoiding eye contact when in deep trouble came from which was deeply rooted in the boys. Being shaken out of her thoughts as your figure ascended into a standing position, your eyes finally met her. Wanda still held an appalled look, her eyes staring deadly into yours. A small whimper was released from your parted lips at her chilling glare. You don’t know how much she heard and you didn’t want to know, the thought of the unknown not bothering you in the slightest.
Putting down the bug killer and plopping your dirty garden gloves next to the canister, you make your way over to Wanda’s intimidating figure. A big lump in your throat prevents you from emitting coherent words from your mouth, you stand in front of Wanda, your ability to talk has suddenly disappeared and now you are looking foolish.
Although it doesn't show on your face your heart is thumping so hard like a sledgehammer is consistently pounding on your heart due to the panic coursing through your bones. Wanda’s silence coupled with her intense stare starts to move some gears inside of you that aren’t so appropriate for this situation. With your thoughts being loud, also before you can knock those thoughts out of your head she helps you, “Y/n.”
You stutter with a mixture of fear and nervousness from her intense gaze, “Ok, my bad. You know when you look at me like that it ju-”
But she is quick to cut you off, not wanting you to deter the conversation from its true purpose, “Don’t.”
That instant you shut up and keep your lips sealed, shaking your head as a fidgety gesture. Her tone assures you of the wrath that is about to come, and rightfully so. Her hands are still crossed as she starts raining down her thoughts of pure discontent with your actions toward allowing the boys to behave that way without a scolding.
Billy and Tommy have neglected to actually go and wash their hands for lunch, instead peaking around the kitchen counter to witness Wanda uncrossing her arms, gesturing frantically with her arms. Your face is filled with regret as you shake your head after every word she says, not daring to utter a single word.
The children watch from beyond with wide eyes and stunned faces, Wanda’s voice starting to rise slightly as you fail to respond to any of the questions she asked. Tommy turns around to Billy with a worried expression, “Does this mean they are gonna divorce?” He whispered, his small body filled with too much unease.
Billy looks over with a frightened look. “No Tommy, they can’t. When people love each other they can never stop, mommy and mama included.”
Tommy wasn’t at all relieved at Billy’s statement, his worry growing tenfolds at possibly being the cause of his parents leaving each other because of his actions. The boys turned back towards their bickering parents the second they heard your voice that had been radio silent for the past minutes.
“I know baby, I was joking. I promise you I didn’t mean any of it.” You tried to convey to her, knowing her history, internally punching yourself over and over again for even mentioning that earlier sentence. Your hands slowly approach her wrists to provide her some comfort.
She is quick to swat your approaching hands away as her blood is still boiling, her eyebrows scrunching in exasperation, “Don’t baby me right now. You shouldn’t be telling our children stories about killing a bug's family and then proceeding to laugh about it.” She states in such vigor you internally agree to shut the fuck up for the time being, “I don’t give a fuck if you were joking, Y/n, never do that shit again.” She delivers in a tone of finality, her head tilt returning again.
You shake your head in silent agreement, accepting the fact that you fucked up and need to do better. As you look away from Wanda’s piercing evergreen eyes you catch sight of Tommy and Billy peaking at you two from the kitchen, your eyebrows rising in surprise which causes Wanda to turn around and catch sight of them too.
Wanda lets out a strained sigh, pressing her palm against her forehead, not wanting Billy and Tommy to see their parents arguing has gone completely out of the window. Rubbing the creases on her forehead away before she makes eye contact with both of the boys.
Increasing the pitch of her voice she says, “I didn’t know you guys were there sorry, don’t be like your mommy, both of us.” Turning to give you a disturbing glare.
“How comes we can’t say it but you can? “Tommy suddenly implored with bunched eyebrows.
Wanda releases a quick breath in disbelief, shaking her head at the sudden gall he had to ask her such a question, “Because first of all I am an adult, but most importantly your mother.” Her previous high pitch voice was gone.
She thought she had finally cracked the audacity that spawned in the twins today but was taken aback when the next moment they turned their heads whispering to one another then snickering, Billy shoving Tommy’s shoulder with wide eyes, albeit still giggling. You stood where you were, with no intention of getting scolded again or going in between the wrath of Wanda and her parenting.
Wanda tells them to share what they want to hide so badly, causing Billy to immediately stop his laughter and look like a dear caught in headlights, his eyes looking over to you for a semblance of help that you were afraid to even think about giving, fearful of Wanda’s deathly gaze adorning you again.
Tommy like the brave soul he has consistently appeared to be this evening had no problem telling Wanda what he was just whispering in his twin's ear, “Since that spider's family is dead now they don’t have a momma to pleasure…that it should come find you like Mama said earlier.” He ends with a finger pointing in your direction, practically slapping you while he is at it.
Fuck. Your facial features, body, breathing, and hell even heart stopped for those unsettling few seconds of silence, no one dared move as the tension was almost visible. Your eyes glued onto Wanda’s figure, her body unmoving, but damn was her mind was whirling with a million thoughts swimming words she rather the boys not hear at their young age.
Your blood runs ice cold as you see Wanda slowly turn her head back in your direction. Her facial features are void of emotion as she deeply stares into your soul. You kept eye contact with her, afraid to even move a single muscle after she waved the twins away to their rooms. And once you saw her head tilt to the right you swear you saw a flash of heavens gates, at least this wouldn’t be the worst way to go out, staring into the eyes of your beloved wife who would be putting you there.
“Y/n!”
Oh shit. Yes oh shit indeed.
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amanda young!college hcs
a/n : i might turn this into a actual series im kind of getting into it
college!amanda young x reader (romantic)
warnings : mentions of drugs and alcohol
type : headcannons
words : 201
her blasting her music in your room all the time
finding joints and beer cans on the floor and stuffed in her drawers and under the floorboards
having to clean everything away before dorm inspectors come
her sleeping in your bed when your at your friends house because its more 'comfy'
its really cause it smells like you and the perfume you always spray
her wrapping her arms around your waist tightly and burying her head in your hair whilst your sitting at your desk
her being protective over you when you go to parties and you get hit on
having to calm her down after and you eventually go home
always having to get her out of fights
'mandy you can't go around hitting people!'
'well he said something about you'
getting an apartment together after your first year
she woke up early once and tried to make pancakes for you and ended up setting the fire alarm off
you both ended up having leftover take out for breakfast instead
your giving your all to her and her giving her all to you
people may criticise you for going out with the loner stoner girl but you've never regretted it
#saw#saw franchise#saw x reader#saw x#amanda young#amanda young x reader#amanda young x you#shawnee smith#shawnee smith x reader#wlw#lesbian pride#lesbian fanfiction#sapphic
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Rock Her Shit, Pt. 2 | Hazel Callahan x Reader
Okay so this ended up having some smut at the end which I have never written before.
First date + PJ gets kicked in the chest + you comfort Hazel
Plus size/larger than Hazel reader, continuation of the previous part
TW piercings, mentions of needles, PJ being mean
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PJ and Josie ended the meeting after your injury, but not before PJ yelled at everyone to remind them of the next meeting. All the girls had left except you and Hazel, who usually stayed later to pack up the equipment.
You join her and help her put everything away, working side by side in comfortable silence. Once everything had been put away, you sat next to each other in the bleachers. Hazel looked down at her lap, playing with the rings on her fingers. She was fidgety, unsure of what happens now. Your gaze was fixed on her hands too, remembering how they felt on you, wondering how they would feel again.
They really were beautiful. What you thought was black nail polish was actually dark green, chipped and pulled at. Her hands were slender and strong, with multiple rings on both. You studied them. On her right pinky was a small silver band, then of course the infamous dragonfly ring on her middle finger. Her thumb had one that wrapped around it, circular spirals at the ends. Her left hand had an aluminum ring stamped with “dyke” on her ring finger, and two rings on her pointer, a moonstone and a midi ring. Finishing her collection was a thick ring on her thumb that had a smaller ring to spin on top of it. She played with it now as you both gazed at her hands.
“I love your rings.” You whisper to her softly. She stops playing with them and looks up at you.
“Really?” She asks almost in disbelief. “It’s not too much?”
“No. They’re perfect. I would kill for a collection as cool as yours. I have sensory issues with rings so I just can’t wear them for long. But yours are beautiful. Where do you get them?” You grab her right hand to play with your favorite, remembering how it brought you two together.
“A lot of them I got from this little shop I like. They have different artists come in and they can sell their stuff. So sometimes I don’t know who made them or found them. But this one I made myself” She points to the dyke ring. “I got a little stamping kit at a craft store. And the dragonfly is from an estate sale. My mom likes really expensive stuff but it feels weird wearing Gucci jewelry at school. I have a lot more at my house. These are just the ones I like to wear every day. Sometimes I go to the farmers market, and there’s a girl who makes rings out of spoon handles! It’s so cool. She told me all about how she melts them in her garage with a blowtorch. She’s our age and goes to a different school. I tried to be her friend but I don’t really know how to make friends. But we talk when I go to the market, and I think she knows my name now! Her and her girlfriend have a little booth together.” Her voice fades off, and you raise your eyebrows.
“You can tell me more. I like listening to you talk. It’s interesting. I still get my jewelry from Claire’s.” You confess. She looks relieved. You couldn’t help but notice how put down she looks when she thinks you aren’t listening. But you always were. In class, at fight club, now. Hazel always captured your attention.
“Claire’s is cool! I got my ears pierced there in 6th grade. But then I took them out because they hurt. I’ve been too scared to get them re-pierced. How do you even stand a needle going through your skin like that? You have so many!” She refers to your ear piercings.
“Yeah, it can really hurt sometimes. But after they heal you just forget they’re there. It’s as painless as putting on rings.”
“I don’t think I believe you. How many piercings do you have?” She looks at your ears, trying to count.
You tuck your hair behind your ears to show her. “I have six on this ear and four on the other. Both of them I have double lobes, and then some different cartilage. They all have different names. I have a conch, daith, and some helix. The backs are flat, see? So no poking me. I never take them out unless I see a cool new labret.”
She traces your jewelry softly with her hands, and you can feel her breath on your neck. “What is a labret? Which ones are which?” She asks earnestly.
You explain to her what it means and point out the different jewelry in your ears. She was fascinated. It gave you an idea. You stand up abruptly and pull her along with you.
“What?” She looks confused and concerned.
“Don’t worry Haze. I just had an idea. You up for an adventure?” You wrap your hands around her and step closer.
“Y-yeah. Do I need to be worried?” She gazes up to you and places her hands on your arms.
“No, but I suspect you will be anyway.”You gently kiss her forehead and she leans into you. “C’mon! Let’s go!” You lead her out of the gym and to your car.
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You park in front of a tattoo shop and Hazel looks terrified.
“Hey. Look at me. It’s gonna be great. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” You try to reassure her, but the small girl shrinks into herself more. “I’m going to get a new piercing. Maybe my eyebrow. If you want, you can get your ear lobes pierced. Either way I will buy you a special treat after for being a good girl.”
The offer of a special treat gets her attention and she sits up in the passenger seat. You calling her a good girl also grabbed her attention and made her heart flutter.
“Okay! Let’s go. What are you waiting for?” She hops out of the car and you enter the shop together.
“Hey Katie!” You greet the receptionist. “Any time for a couple piercings today? I’m thinking an eyebrow for me, and maybe something for my friend.” Hazel was by your side, glancing nervously at the new space.
“Yeah Y/N, Paige just finished up with a client so we can probably get you right back. Any changes for your paperwork?” The redhead asks you and you tell her no, you just need a form for Hazel.
You sit together and Hazel answers the questions on the sheet as well as giving Katie her drivers license. You see the picture then, she’s doing a big, cheesy bunny smile with dimples on display. Much cuter than your stone-faced, scared-to-smile card.
Paige introduces themselves to Hazel and brings you two back to the piercing room, with Hazel still silent and frightened. You hold her hand to reassure her, and remind her she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.
“Paige can explain the process to you. They have all their certifications and did almost all of my piercings.” You explain to her. “You can just watch me and decide afterwards if you want any. No pressure.”
“I think I want to. I like earrings.” She tells you. “But I’m still kind of scared.”
“I’ll be right here with you.”
Paige preps their supplies for your eyebrow piercing. It feels different than your ears have, with no cartilage to go through. It was almost easier to handle than some of your other ones. But it definitely hurt more. You squeezed Hazel’s hand and took deep breaths.
It was her turn now, so the piercer changes the paper on their table and preps for Hazel’s earlobes. You switch places with the smaller girl and she kicks her feet impatiently while sitting. Her hands are gripping yours tightly, eyes looking deeply into yours. Her hands are cold and the metal of her rings amplifies it.
“Kiss for good luck?” You dare to ask, and Hazel swiftly complies. Your eyebrow was starting to hurt more, but you wanted to be there for your friend.
Friend? More than friend? You tried not to think about the label on this relationship as you helped her breathe through getting her ears done. She chose simple diamond studs, and was done before you knew it. Paige thanked you for coming and handed you a sheet on aftercare, even though you were well versed on it.
You paid for Hazel’s piercings and yours, as well as cleaning spray for her.
“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that.”
“It was my pleasure. Or pain. This eyebrow thing hurts so much. How are your ears doing? They look really pretty. I like sparkly things.” You tell her as you walk back to your car.
“They feel… warm.” She replies. “I don’t know if they hurt yet. I just feel warm. But back to what you said before about a special treat? I was very brave. And I like milkshakes.”
“Milkshakes it is.” You head to your favorite diner with her, holding hands on the way. Maybe you can talk about what happened in the locker room, and what happens now. You had only kissed a couple people before, and it had never gone anywhere or any farther than that. Hazel made you nervous and unsure. She was so sweet to everyone, what made you special? Did she just want friendship? Was it a fluke? Your head was racing with thoughts until you sat down at the booth with her.
“Are we girlfriends? Does kissing make us girlfriends? I’ve never kissed anyone before. Do you like me? Is this a date or are we just friends? If you want to be friends that’s cool. I’ve liked being your friend at the club. You always reply to my emails which is really nice. No one else does that. PJ doesn’t even read them…” She trails off when she sees you staring at her.
“I think in order to be girlfriends we have to go on a couple dates first. Then we can talk about it again. But I would like to date you, Hazel. I’ve had a crush on you since the start of the club. I think you’re really cool. Let’s just start with this date, okay? Then maybe we can do some of the stuff you mentioned at school.” You reach for her hand across the table and she grabs it. She still looks nervous, so you remind her again. “I like you Hazel, and I think being girlfriends would be really great. Let’s just start with milkshakes, okay? What’s your flavor of choice?”
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After the diner, you and Hazel started hanging out more and more. You had been dating for three weeks when she asked again if you were girlfriends. The answer was an enthusiastic yes, and you immediately memorized the date. Hazel made you a dyke ring, and yours had her name on the inside of it. She strung it on a chain for you and you wore it proudly.
At the planetarium, you ended up making out rather than watching the stars. Hazel didn’t let it last long, because she really wanted to know about dark matter and supernovas. You were also interested in that, but more interested in continuing what happened in the locker room. Your kisses since then hadn’t been nearly as heavy. You weren’t clouded by urgency and teen hormones anymore, with sweet kisses and playful flirty replacing desperate grabs and moaning.
You wanted more, but wanted Hazel to go at her own pace. You knew she was a year younger than you, having skipped first grade. She also confessed her nervousness and having no idea what she was doing. You let her know you didn’t either, but you wanted to explore your physical relationship together.
She took you to the farmers market and introduced you to the spoon ring maker, whose name turned out to be Yelena. You took a chance and asked if you could go on a double date with her and her partner. She accepted the offer and Hazel finally had a friendship with her.
The girls in the club knew you had something going on, but you never made it too obvious. At school you passed love notes to each other, and when Hazel came in one day wearing your sweater, everyone knew you were an item.
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“Yeah, well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so” PJ says bluntly to your girlfriend.
Hazel looks defeated, and goes to grab her bag and leave. You stop her and stand up.
“PJ, just because you’re an insecure piece of shit doesn’t give you permission to be such a fucking bitch all the time. Hazel is right. We’ve all had a good time at this club and she has been a major part of that.” You make your way down the bleachers to confront her more. “We all like Hazel more than you, which is pretty easy, because no one really likes you. The only reason we stayed in this club is because of each other. Not you.”
“Wow Y/N that’s really fucking brave of you, never heard that one before.” She smugly replies, turning to everyone as if she’d won the argument. “You think you’re so cool because you’re dating a little nerd and finally got off your ass. Well news flash-“
She’s on the ground gasping for air before you even realize what happened.
“What the fuck Y/N?” Josie yells at you, checking on her best friend.
You tower over PJ, shocked that you really just kicked her down. In platform docs. In front of all your friends. She has the wind knocked out of her and is trying to sit up.
“You’re pathetic, PJ. Have fun with your club of nobody. Don’t talk to Hazel again.” You storm up the bleachers and grab your girlfriend, exiting the gym and the insight club. The other members follow, going to comfort Hazel and apologize on behalf of PJ.
“That was really unfair to you.” Isabel says.
“It’s not even true” adds Sylvie.
“Yeah, your emails are really helpful and you’ve made me feel so much stronger!” Stella Rebecca tells her friend.
“Thanks guys. I think I just want to go home.” A teary Hazel adds, leaning on you and handing you her car keys. “Can you stay with me tonight?” She asks with puppy dog eyes.
“Yeah, of course. We can stop by my house and then go. I’ll order in your favorite chinese.” You lead her to the car with your arm around her.
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Someone removed PJ from the group chat and everyone had been texting wishing Hazel well. You were snuggled up in her bed together, an old movie playing on her TV. Once again you were playing with her rings, which she seemed to add more and more of. You counted eight today. She still wore her dragonfly ring every day, a reminder of how you got together.
“I can’t believe you kicked PJ like that. Where did you even learn how to do that?” She asks from in front of you. Hazel had a habit of leaning on your chest from in between your legs. She once claimed that it was because your thighs warmed her up, but you knew it was so you could play with her hair and rings.
“I don’t know. She was just making me mad. She’s always been so mean and dismissive of you and I never stood up for you. But I just couldn’t stand her talking about the girl I lo-“ You stop yourself from that word coming out. You had only been with Hazel for a month and a half. Did you love her? Whatever you felt for her felt like love, but you didn’t want to scare her away. “like, like she was. It was unfair to you to not stand up for you.”
“Love?” Hazel asks, turning to look up at you. “Did you say the girl you love?”
“I- I said a lot of other things, Hazel. Important things you need to hear! You don’t deserve to be treated that way, girlfriend or not! You’re a good person with a lot of friends! everyone in that club is your friend! I’m your friend and”
“I love you Y/N.” She interrupts you with a shout, and kisses you.
“I love you too, Hazel” You add between kisses, when she lets you get a breath in.
Hazel is kissing you fiercely now, tongue in your mouth, biting your lower lip. She adjusts her position on you to straddle one of your thighs, and you scoot yourself lower to lay flat on the bed.
She kisses your cheek, down your jaw, and eventually reaches the spot right below your ear. She bites and sucks at the sensitive spot, and you moan her name.
“Hazel - Haze. Hey.” She immediately detaches from you.
“Am I going too fast? I’m sorry. I just really love kissing you and we haven’t done anything like this since we got together and I just want to kiss you all the time. You’re so soft and plush and I love your lips, I’m sorry I took it too far we can just watch the movie” She moves to take her leg out from in between yours and get off of you, but your hands prevent her from doing that.
“Thats not what I want Hazel. I want you, trust me, I do. I just want to make sure it’s what you want.” You clarify. “I want us to both be comfortable. We’ll only go as far as you want.”
“Yeah, yeah, Okay. Let’s just. Kiss more. And you can touch me like you did in the locker room. I like your hands on my waist. Here.” She puts your hands on her small frame and you can’t help but grip. “Thats good.” She dives in for more kisses, desperate for friction.
Your hips move together, and her hands roam up from your hips to the front of your stomach. Cold rings make contact with your skin as she makes her way up, your hand guiding hers to your bra. You tried not to be self conscious, her being so much smaller than you. But her actions made it clear she was enjoying your body and how much of it there was to grab.
She kneads at your chest, and your hand slips lower down her back to grab her ass. You grind into her and she moans. Her jeans are making contact in just the right places, and she moves her hips on your thigh for more friction. Her kisses are getting sloppier now, more focus being put on the pressure of your thigh on her clit. She’s a moaning mess, and you continue to guide her hips over your thigh.
“Under. Under my bra. Touch me.” You request and she is more than happy to comply. One of her rings brushes your nipple and your moan into her mouth. She experiments with pressure, trying to figure out what makes you respond the most. One hand is gripping your waist while the other thumbs at your nipple, as Hazel fucks herself on your thigh.
“I- Y/N I might cum like this.” Hazel desperately cries.
“Yeah, yeah baby that’s okay. What do you need?”
“Kiss me.” She hungrily catches your mouth, grinding into you and riding out her high.
She collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily, hair sticking to her face. You pet her head and ask how she’s feeling.
“Good. I’m good” She snuggles into you more, hugging you and kissing you tenderly over your shirt. She fits perfectly into your body, chest rising and falling with yours. You were still desperate for release.
“Do you need to?” She points at your clothes lower half, looking into your eyes.
“I’m okay Hazel. It was nice to be able to do something for you. I wasn’t expecting tonight to go like this but I’m glad it did. I love you.”
She sighs and burrows herself closer to you. “I love you too, Y/N. I’m so glad I rocked your shit in fight club.” She giggles.
You spend the night in Hazel’s arms, who despite her size insists on being the big spoon. You’re happy with her, grateful for her silliness, kindness, and yes, her rocking your shit at fight club.
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Mistletoe
gif not mine, credits to owner
Christmas is over, and you two don't plan on leaving the christmas lights up 'til January, so how will Wanda give you a last surprise before completely wrapping up the holiday?
ㅤ Wanda Maximoff × F!Reader
Christmas was over, and it was just you and Wanda alone in your house, cleaning everything.
The witch was taking the decorations out of the walls with her magic while you were storing everything back to the old placard you would use to store boxes.
Once you were done, you began to clean the kitchen, doing the dishes left and taking away the tiny decorations you two would put on the counters.
You smiled when you noticed that Wanda had put a new polaroid of you on the TV. You two had taken it on the 24th, the redhead was laughing as she tried to clean the small coffee mustache that you had. It was cute. You decided to leave it there, but not before writing "Christmas, 2027" under it to remember the date forever.
When you finished cleaning and were satisfied by it, you heard Wanda calling you from the living room, so you quickly walked to her.
- Yeah, hun? - You asked once you arrived and felt relieved when you noticed that it was all clean already.
- Come here - The witch said as she stood still in her place, smiling.
You were confused, but did as you were asked.
- Closer. -
You moved closer.
- Closer. -
You stood just in front of your girlfriend, feeling her soft smell fill your nostrils.
With one snap of Wanda's fingers, there was a mistletoe on top of you, and after noticing, you looked down at Maximoff.
- You couldn't ask for it normally? - You asked playfully and moved your hands to Wanda's waist.
- Mm-mm. I'd rather it this way. - She answered as she put her arms on your shoulders and leaned in to kiss you.
It was a soft and short kiss, nothing that hadn't happened before, but the magic of the season made it somehow more special.
Wanda was the one to pull away first, slowly and not too far away.
- Love you. - She whispered as she looked into your eyes.
You smiled and softly brushed your nose against the other one's, as if giving her soft caresses. - Love you, too. - You answered in a whisper as you saw Maximoff slightly scrunching her nose as a reaction to the soft caresses before leaning in for another kiss, this time longer and sweeter.
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Ellie might have top vibes, but I think she tops from the literal bottom. She likes watching Dina ride.
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Just Trust Me
Leah Williamson x female reader smut 18+
Summary/Request: Leah gets jealous when another teammate flirts with you when your all on holiday. But back in your villa, you assure her there’s nothing to worry about
Disclaimer: slight angst, smut, fluff
“Marco!” Beth shouted again, her hands covering her eyes as she slowly walked through the water.
You crept up behind her and shouted, “Polo!”. Beth swiftly turned around, reaching her arms out and leaping through the water to catch you. She fell on top of you, diving under the water with her.
You both jumped up above the surface laughing. “I got you! I finally win!” Beth exclaimed.
“Only took you the whole day, think I’m the winner” you proudly boasted. Beth shook her head, with a cheeky grin on her face. “Right I’ve had enough of your bragging” she splashed the water right in the face.
You wipes your eyes, and pulled a joking shocked face. “Oh it’s on Mead” splashing back, both of you giggling as the water fight went on.
Meanwhile, all the other girls were relaxing on the sun beds or next to the mini bar. You and your arsenal teammates had rented a private Villa for the summer in Spain, enjoying the last of your time off before the new football season started.
On a solo sun lounger at the side lay Leah Williamson. Lying in her bikini under a shade, a book in hand and a pair of sunglasses shielding where she was looking. She had been observing you and Beth’s little play around in the pool for a while, it made her jaw clench and her chest to feel tense.
You and Leah had been secretly dating outside of the squad for a few months. With all of the media painting a bright light on Leah, you thought it was best to keep things just between you too, including away from the other girls. But this unfortunately meant she couldn’t treat you like her girlfriend out in the open.
Seeing you giggle away at Beth’s antic’s, and how she would take any advance to lift you up in the water or over her shoulder. It was that physical touch and how she would make you smile that hurt. Dressed in that tiny bikini, how beautiful you looked, she felt lonely on the poolside.
“Woah Y/N watch your bikini there” Beth said, loud enough for Leah to hear who was paying close attention. After Beth had put you back down in the water, your bikini top strap had fallen from your shoulder, showing more of your cleavage as your nipple was nearly exposed. Beth leaned over and dragged the strap back up your arm, then slowly moving her hand down back down, caressing your wet skin.
“Oh thanks Beth, that was a close one” you smiled back innocently, you didn’t see Beth as anything romantic, she was a friend. But Leah’s head was spinning after seeing Beth touch you like that. That was nothing of innocence. Making a point, she threw her book to the stone floor, making a bang and catching the attention of all the girls. It went quiet.
Beth turned in the water to face Leah, still stood very close to you, “you ok Leah?” sounding concerned for her teammate.
Leah huffed, but looking at the two of you, “Yeah I’m just great. You two have fun, I’m going inside, it’s too hot for me out here”. She stood up and walked swiftly into the Villa. All the team looked around, shrugging off Leah's comment and continued with their conversation, too tired or drunk to follow her.
You knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the heat. Beth turned back to you to continue talking to you, but you had to do something else.
“I’m just gonna go get a drink, I’ll see you in a bit” you said to her, Beth nodded and smiled. You climbed out of the pool, briefly drying off with your towel and quickly heading to find Leah.
You went up to her room, where her door was shut. You knocked quietly, and Leah opened the door slowly, her brows narrowed and mouth drew thin. You both stood there for a few seconds in silence, not knowing what to say.
“Can I come in?” You politely asked.
“Sure you can” Leah sarcastically said.
You walked inside, where Leah swung the door shut, letting it slam. “Are you ok baby? What happened out there?" you asked in concern.
“What do you mean, nothing happened. You can leave and get back to Beth if you want” Leah spat.
Your face pulled sour at her comment, “What’s that supposed to mean?”.
Leah stormed round to the other side of the bed away from you, “Seemed like you were having a good time with her, I’m just sat bored on my own on holiday with my mates and my girlfriend. No big deal”
“Excuse me? Why are you angry at me because your not having fun?” you huffed back.
“I am having fun”
“then why are you upset?“
“I'm NOT upset!” she shouted. She had never shouted at you like that before.
Leah stormed into her en-suite bathroom, you followed after her, you were not ending this argument like this.
She ran the tap in the sink with cool water and splashing it in her face to cool off. You looked back at her in the mirror, trying to figure her out.
“Your not jealous are you?” You hid your smile. Leah looked up and back at you through the mirror, she pulled a questioning face, “No. I’m not jealous”. She went back to rubbing the cool water on her face and staring down into the sink.
You walked up next to her, and turned the tap off.
“Your jealous, why Leah” you said bluntly, forcing an answer out of her.
Leah tutted, and turned to stand closer to you, her face softened.. “Can you not see what she’s trying to do? She’s not stupid Y/N, and neither are you!” she let out. “When she kept holding your body to hers, and when she was messing with your bikini, it just got on my nerves”.
Leah sat up on the bathroom counter, looking down to the floor, her face still dripping water droplets. Stepping closer, you grabbed a hand towel and softly patted her face. You gently opened her legs a little, so you could stand between them. Putting the towel to the side and holding her face in both your hands, Leah leaned into your touch with a deep sigh.
“You have nothing to be worried about, I don’t want Beth, I only want you. And if she ever tried anything serious, I’d be telling her to fuck off”.
Leah looked up to you, her eyes indicating how embarrassed she was from her doubt. She did trust you, she just didn’t trust other people. And you could see how needy she was feeling.
“You know, I didn’t know you had a jealous side to you” you smirked, moving your hands down from her face to the soft skin of her thighs.
Leah shook her head, “I’m sorry I acted that way I’m-“
“Shhh, I think you should let me make you feel better” you said softly as you parted her thighs a little wider.
You leaned in to her, drawing her lips to yours. You placed soft and velvety kisses to her lips, as Leah's shoulder loosened their tension and gave into you. As you pulled her face closer to yours, Leah hummed at the feeling of you taking control, opening her mouth as you pushed your tongue between her lips. You ran your hands down to her waist, tickling the skin, making Leah's hips start to squirm on the counter.
Leah moved her arms to wrap around your neck, and her long legs naturally wrapped themselves around your waist. Leah audibly moaned a whiney hum into your mouth, making you pull back. You were faced with a very needy Leah, her eyes pulled up to you like a lost puppy, her lips plump and wet.
"So needy, aren't you", you teased, loving seeing your girlfriend all worked up like this.
Leah bit her bottom lip and nodded, her legs and arms still tightly wrapped around you.
"I bet your so wet for me right now baby" you looked as her face pleaded for you to stop the teasing, but you couldn't resist, you were loving this. Your hand fell down in between her legs and met her bikini bottoms covering her core, and gently stroked over the material, which was now warm and wet with her juices.
"Might have to change your bikini baby, you're soaked through" you whispered breathlessly, feeling turned on yourself. The pad of your thumb found her clit as you pushed over the bikini and rubbing in circles, you watched how Leah's face twisted at the sensation.
"Please..."
"What baby?", you needed to hear her say that again, it might've been the sexiest sound you had ever heard. You worked your thumb faster against her, edging her on.
"I said...Please Y/N, please I need more" she moaned out loud. And you answered to her request.
Quickly, you pulled on the sides of the bottoms on her hips as she lifted her legs. You slide them down her legs and threw them behind you to the floor. Pushing her legs open wide, you swiped your finger tips through her dripping folds. Leah immediately gripped onto your shoulders and roughly kissing you. As your fingers began their magic, rubbing deeply on her bundle of nerves and making sure she was as wet as possible, your tongue played around with hers. Occasionally biting and tugging on her bottom lip.
Pulling away, you trailed your kisses down to her neck and across her neck. You rubbed her nipples which were still hidden by the bikini top, and by surprise, Leah promptly lifted the bikini top above her head and let it follow where her bottoms lay on the floor.
"My dirty girl wants even more does she?" you looked up at her, as you kitten licked on her rock hard nipples. Leah could only nod quickly as she bit harshly down on her lip at the feeling. Your girl looked gorgeous as she was sat there naked and bare.
"Oh I'll give you more", leaving her breasts and falling further down, you kneeled on the bathroom floor so you were face to face with her pussy, which was well and truly dripping. A sheen of wetness glistened through her folds and over her clit, it was beautiful.
One lick from her entrance up to her clip, Leah's moan rattled and echoed through the bathroom. She was gripping onto the counter top, legs spread wide and her chest was heavy as she panted. You pushed open mouth kisses against her clit, pulling on it gently with your lips. She was a mess, all that could leave her mouth were uncontrollable moans and gasps, a loss for words and a gorgeous sight for you and you looked up to her face.
Stroking gently, you teased her hole with a single finger, not pushing it fully inside of her just yet. You wanted to hear her beg one more time before making her cum. You continued to dance your tounge over her clit, until you felt two strong hands reach through your hair, tugging on it lightly and trying to push you even further in between her legs.
"Y/N please! Fuck me!" Leah moaned maybe too loudly, as the girls were only outside. But she didn't care, her brain had turned to mush as the only feeling running through her body was the throbbing from her pussy.
You pushed two fingers with ease into her pussy, and began to thrust quickly. You curled you fingers up inside her, nudging that g-spot with each stoke. The sounds from your mouth to her clit where the most sinful noises, turning you both on even more. You sucked and slurped up her juices, she tasted so sweet and tart.
Leah wrapped her legs around your shoulders, locking your head against her pussy. Her orgasm was about to be explosive. But you pushed on one of her thighs, so she could set one of her feet up on the bathroom counter. The new position meant she was so much more stretched out.
As Leah's moans became louder, you worked your fingers even faster. And soon she was finally cumming over your fingers, and even squirted a little as you kept fucking her roughly. You pushed her through her orgasm until her hands were pushing you away from the overstimulation. You licked her up a little, cleaning the last of her wetness that had fallen over her inner thighs.
Standing up, Leah was still panting, her eyes fogged over as she was still coming down from her high. You were smiling at her, loving her little post orgasm glow, and placed a loving kiss to her lips. You both hummed against your lips as Leah tasted herself.
"Feel better?" seeing if your 'making up' had fixed Leah's green-eyed monster of jealously.
She could only smile with rosey cheeks, "Yes I am, I'm sorry again for over reacting-".
"I don't want you to apologise, you've done nothing wrong. I love you and I know you trust me baby" pecking little kisses across her face, making her giggle, "I love you too, and I do trust you" smiling against your cheek.
"Now I think we should get you dressed, can't have any of the other team looking at my girl. Especially like this" you noticed down to her body as she was still naked and pressed against yours.
"That's not jealously I hear is it?" Leah quipped, knowing you are just as protective over her as she is with you.
"No, no, course I'm not jealous. Why would I have to be jealous when I'm the one who's just had my head between your legs for the past 10 minutes hm?".
Leah giggled, kissing you again. She knew only you could do this to her, Make her walls come down and make her fold under your touch. A side no other girls or teammates would be having anytime soon as long as you were around.
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Ch. 1: Welcome to Romania
The carriage ride was dreadfully long and silent, you're lulled to sleep by the rhythmic stomping of horse hooves and sway of the cab. With a sudden jerk you wake and find yourself stopped, you wiped the sleep from your eyes and yawned. Leaning over you glance outside the window to see a stone statue of a woman brandishing a shield and sword. Your aunt who's sitting in front of you cleared her throat, and ushered for you to exit once the driver opened the door. You take the hand of the driver, and step out from the carriage onto the uneven cobblestone. You stretched out your legs, and bring feeling back to them while you watched, and waited for your aunt. She is a frail but prideful woman and refuses to admit help until the last possible second. Her skin hung off her bones and her wrinkles are comparable to the droopy faced hound she carries everywhere with her. A crowd formed to gawk at the new arrivals, their uncanny stares caused goosebumps over your skin. Children peek behind the legs of their parents while others climbed the statue for a better look. You ran your hands over the front of your long-sleeved, ruffle shirt to try and soothe your nerves.
At long last your aunt succeeded in exiting the carriage only to smack your hands away with her cane. She hated when you did that, and you decided it would be safer to stick your hands in your pants pockets instead. The crowd parted for you and your aunt like the red sea. She was only 5' but wore a wide-brimmed, purple hat with a lengthy feather on top and an equally purple dress which made her stick out.
Your aunt paused for only a moment when her dog relieved himself on a spot of grass that grew on the side of the path. The stone walkway turned into dirt and creepily went uphill to a gated area. At the top is a blue church with a bell tower and a gated graveyard further up. It looks to be in better condition than the rest of the homes, it's walls are a light blue with partially sun-bleached tiles for the roof. Out front on the steps is a young boy around your age plus or minus a year or two. He approached the two of you with a wide smile that showed all his teeth; he had dark-brown hair that looked as if it hadn't been washed or brushed ever in his life, and his dingy clothes were stained with various different shades of something. You scrunched up your nose when he got closer because the stench of fish burned your nostrils. He bowed respectfully to your aunt, and when she offered her hand he took it, and kissed the back of it.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Salvatore Moreau ma'am." He responded.
"Well Mr. Moreau, you are quite the refined gentleman."
"Oh please, just Salvatore ma'am. Mr. Moreau is my father, he runs the fishing charters down at the bay." Salvatore said proudly.
That would explain the fish smell. Your aunt patted him on the cheek and continued on her way, his green eyes met with yours. His smile was not pleasant and borderline unsettling like the rest of the village, a chill ran up your spine as you tried to walk around. He stepped to the side to cut you off, and held out his hand to take yours, you glanced over his shoulder, and noticed your aunt eyeing you. You offered your hand to shake his, and quickly withdrew when he tried to kiss it like he did with your aunt's.
"What might your name be?" He asked.
"Y/N." You answered curtly.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Welcome to our village! If you need anything, and I do mean anything, stop by the bay and look for the giant green boat that has a hammerhead carved on the front. That's my charter boat, and you're welcome anytime!" He beamed.
"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." You replied nonchalantly.
Salvatore stepped back and tipped his invisible hat to you, and your aunt before he went on his way. Your aunt sized you up, and hummed approvingly.
"What a nice young man. I knew bringing you here was a good idea, perhaps we will find you a husband yet." She cooed.
Every muscle in your jaw flexed and tensed, you bit your tongue hard enough that it began to bleed. You walked ahead and held the church door open for her; she toddled in with her ancient dog right behind, and you in tow. The church was larger than it looked with rows of seating benches, a red aisle runner, and a podium near the front with candles lit underneath. On the far right is rows of portraits of women in almost carbon copy robes and their names etched on the frames beneath. At the podium on her knees was a similarly dressed woman, on her back was a golden rod that kept her spine straight, and at the top was a large, golden disk similar to a halo. The woman finished her words, and stood to greet you and your aunt.
The woman walked elegantly, her piercing blue eyes were like frozen ponds that could see all your sins and virtues. She had blond hair that was slicked back and held in place with a golden headband and covered in the back with a hood. She was also incredibly tall even without her halo, you craned your neck to get a better look at her. Her presence was intimidating and powerful yet welcoming with an odd aura of safety around her. Her smile was the complete opposite of Salvatore's, it was small but genuine and you couldn't help but smile back at her. A sudden calm washed over you, making you relax and unclench your muscles.
"Hello there, I am Mother Miranda, priestess of the village. You must be Sabine. Welcome." The priestess said softly.
Her voice was angelic and perfectly matched her status, even your aunt was starstruck by the other worldly existence of this woman. Mother Miranda let out a hypnotic laugh, she covered her mouth to muffle the sound and you watched her kneel down to pat your aunt's dog on the head. It wagged its bony tail against your aunt's leg which prodded her out of her trance.
"Yes hello, and thank you Mother Miranda. This is my niece Y/N, I spoke to you on the telephone about her." Your aunt finally said.
"Hello Y/N, welcome to the village. I'm dreadfully sorry to hear about your parents, I don't know if you're religious or not but I will pray for their safe journey into whatever afterlife they deserve." Mother Miranda said kindly.
"Thank you Mother Miranda, that's very kind of you." You whispered.
The death of your parents was the entire reason you were in this remote village, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded on all sides by mountains and forest. Your father was a realtor who showed expensive living spaces to the rich and elite, he would drag your mother with him because her looks could make a fish buy bottled water. Unfortunately, one construction crew had decided to cut corners and the building collapsed on them, and the people they were showing to. No one survived. You had been living with your parents at the time after being laid off, and unfortunately your aunt was in charge of their wills. She sold anything and everything she could get her hands on. The only things you were allowed to keep was whatever you could fit into your bags.
She did give you a choice though: come with her to Romania, or be dropped off at the bus station with the clothes on your back. A 25 year old woman with no money, no prospects, and nothing to her name? The choice seemed fairly obvious at the time but now you wondered if you would have been better off on your own. Your aunt suddenly started out the door, you followed her with your eyes and turned as well but stopped when you saw your bags on the porch by the door.
"Where are you going?" You asked frantically.
"I am going to go visit the young Alcina Dimitrescu. I am a huge fan of her wine and hope to meet her in person. You are staying here to work under Mother Miranda. Bye dear." She sang the last two words happily.
You'd be lying if you said you were heartbroken to see her go, but it still stung a little at how happy she was to be rid of you. A gentle hand rested on your shoulder, you looked over and saw Mother Miranda give you an encouraging smile. When she released your shoulder, you went outside to gather your bags. You slung one beige bag over your shoulder, carried a worn, leather briefcase in one hand, and in your other hand you carried a duffle bag that, at some point, had been blue but lost its color from years of use. Mother Miranda led you outside the church and toward a path past the cemetery. It was a short walk and you admired the vibrant, yellow wheat that grew on the nearby farm.
In the distance a cabin similar in style to the church came into view. Only the walls are infested with ivy and the entire roof is engulfed with moss while small speckles of blue pain protrude through. Mother Miranda pushed the door open and folded her hands inside her robe sleeves as she moved aside to allow you to enter. It was a tiny home; you stood in a living room of sorts that bled into the kitchen and dining area, and to your right were two doors. Across from you was the kitchen and through the kitchen window you saw the outhouse. Lovely view. Mother Miranda motioned toward the doors and you followed, she stood in front of the right door and tilted her head for you to enter.
You twisted the doorknob and stepped through, inside was also small with a single twin bed against the left wall, a nightstand with two drawers and a lamp, and a desk with a chair on the right wall. You walked inside further and carefully laid the duffle and shoulder bag on the ground, and the briefcase on the bed.
"I'm sure you're exhausted from your journey and I don't want to bombard you with too much information. You'll stay here for the night, and tomorrow I will escort you to the Beneviento residence where you will be permanently staying." Mother Miranda informed you.
"Thank you Mother Miranda. I appreciate it." You said softly.
She gave you another intoxicating smile that left a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that could only be described as comforting. Your own mother never smiled at you like that, and Mother Miranda's instantly melted all your worry and stress away.
"If you get hungry, please help yourself to the kitchen and if needed, the outhouse is around the back. I will return later this evening and be in the room next door if you need anything. Get some sleep, I will collect you at 6am sharp."
You nodded your head in understanding and your smile dropped the second she closed the door. A heavy sigh left you as you trailed your hand over the leather briefcase, it once belonged to your father and it was all you had left of him except for the one photo of your parents you managed to save. Slowly and carefully you lowered the briefcase onto the floor then kicked off your shoes. You laid down on the unused bed whose metal springs screeched loudly and sounded like the bed would cave in under your weight. You hadn't realized you fell asleep until a hand was shaking you awake and you looked up into ocean blue eyes. Mother Miranda smiled at you kindly and folded her hands inside her robe again.
"Good morning dear, I need you dressed and ready to leave in a half hour. There's some porridge on the table." Even when she was giving orders her voice was pleasant.
"Thank you Mother Miranda." You replied groggily.
Every bone in your body was stiff and popped as you stood up and stretched, that's what you get for sleeping in one position all night. You quickly tore off your travel clothes and carefully folded them into your bag then pulled out a fresh outfit to change into. When you finished, you placed your things next to the door and took a seat at the table to eat the lukewarm porridge.
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She is Professor Alcina Dimitrescu, your Professor…
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Here's a screenshot of my fic's tagline from the SQSN Blurb Generator. (if you want to use the generator yourself to read the other taglines for the amazing fics being released, click here!)
Ahhhh, y'all don't know HOW excited I am about this!
Not many know this, but I've been in a big writing slump the last 10+ years. I used to write Sweenett, Bellamort, Bellamoine (my how the times have changed lol) and when I got a corporate job, I lost a lot of my motivation to be creative from a storytelling perspective. Going into 2023, I decided it was time to change that.
This year's SwanQueen Supernova Challenge was just the kick I needed to get motivated to write again. Over the last few months, I've put together a ~86K retelling of the Camelot arc, a story that does the arc justice and gives us the SwanQueen tale we should have gotten on screen - the real story that was being set up since the beginning of the show.
This arc was especially impactful for me when it first aired years ago. After Emma sacrificed herself in place of Regina to become the Dark One at the end of season 4, I thought to myself, Yes, this is it. This is how the writers are going to finally give us SwanQueen. The greatest magic in OUAT is about True Love, and love is sacrifice - the ways in which we demonstrate, through our actions, what oftentimes words fail to do, right?
Wrong. A&E shat the bed, turned the Dark Swan arc into a complete mess, and slapped a big CS stamp on it at the end. Outside of just the blatant queer bait, 5A was simply: unfulfilling. It was lopsided, lazy. It did not fit the countless messages we were receiving as watchers and fans of the show, in all the ways the writers would define what 'True Love' was, to then push the story in a direction that made no sense to those definitions.
Well, this October, as part of SQSN, I'm here to change that. I am so excited about this piece. I am so proud of myself, too. I have never put together something so large (my longest fic was 18K words and is still incomplete). Further, I've never put together something as complex and full as this piece. It not only rounds out that arc, along with lots of the unanswered concepts that the show introduced in earlier seasons that eventually went nowhere, it does it in a way that feels right. Good.
This story was a practice in healing; I hope it can offer you the same.
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Stay tuned for the reveal and the fic link drop this October 3rd!
10/3 Edit: The fic is officially here! Enjoy, my friends!
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request: subby!Agatha who has a secret mommy kink she's ashamed about, but one day dom!Wanda suggested using a magic strap on her, and it is so good that she's lost the ability to think, poor thing gets so so dumb that she can't help but call her Mommy all whiny 😵💫
and Wanda fucks her harder, because while she's still very new to this, hearing Agatha call her that is just so hot
Burning desire | W.MF + A.HK | 18+ mdni
Pairing:Mommy Wanda x bun Agatha
Summary: Agatha has a secret
Warnings: mommy kink, enhanced straps, degradation, lowkey bimbo Agatha, praise, size kink (really big dildo), dirty talk, breeding, some nervous Wanda in the end | 18+ mdni
A/N: this request made me go absolutely feral
"Hey, bun?" Wanda called out to the older woman, who was sat by the kitchen table with a warm cup of coffee in her hands.
"In here!" Agatha smiled giddily as the redhead came into view,the bag in one of her hands instantly catching the brunette's attention.
"What's that?" Wanda gave her a teasing smile as she bent down to come face to face with her, hand cupping Agathas chin to ensure she kept her eyes on the redhead.
"I got something for us to play with." The younger woman bit her lip to keep her wide grin somewhat contained as Agathas eyes widened in excitement, her giddy smile back in full force.
"Wanna try it out now?" The older woman could feel a similar heat pool in her belly as Wanda looked at her with that dark, lustful look.
"Please" came the whimpered reply as the younger woman pulled her to her feet and up the stairs to their shared bedroom.
"Clothes off and on the bed." Agatha smiled widely and practically tearing off her clothes before stretching out on the bed, bright eyes watching as the younger woman undressed in a far more sophisticated manner, taking her time folding her clothes and leaving them on the dresser before moving onto the strap.
The brunette watched with an eager, giddy smile as Wanda attached the dildo to her harness and it was only then Agatha noticed the sheer size of it.
"Baby? That's too big" The younger woman looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips as she considered her options.
"You can take it, bunny, I'll make sure of it" Agatha pouted at the thought alone but couldn't deny the warm feeling she got as she watched Wanda stroke the toy, head thrown back and breathy moans leaving her.
"Fuck, it's going to feel so good once I'm inside you" The brunettes eyes widened once she realized what was going on, nervously eyeing the toy as Wanda finally crawled in between her legs.
"M-Wanda, it's too big, please" Agatha whined as the tip of the toy bumped against her clit before settling against her, hoping that her slip up would be unnoticeable.
"Baby, shut up" the protest that was ready to fall from her lips was quickly shut down as that pout returned to her lips.
Wanda smirked down at her, gently moving the toy through her folds, deciding to not tease her girlfriend about the very obvious wet spot on the sheets beneath her.
"You're going to be a good girl and take my cock, right?" The older woman nodded desperately as Wanda pushed the first inch into her before pulling out and repeating the process inch by inch.
Agatha moaned loudly when the younger woman bottomed out inside of her, arms coming to wrap around Wandas frame, holding her close as the redhead let her adjust to the stretch.
"Fuck baby, if I knew you were this tight I would have done this alot sooner" it was groaned into her ear and the older woman couldn't do anything but whine in response.
Wanda pressed a sweet kiss to her neck before starting to pull out only to thrust back in with a force the older woman didn't know she possessed, and forcing a needy whine from her in return.
The younger woman gripped her thighs to support herself, head buried in Agathas neck as she fucked the brunette with nothing but desperation.
"Ah! M-mommy! Please" Agatha knew that she had messed up when the redhead froze above her, slowly withdrawing to look at her.
"What did you just call me?" The older woman looked up at her with wide, guilty eyes, ofcourse she would mess up by doing something like this.
"I, I'm sorry baby" then she felt Wanda actually pulse inside of her, her grip tightening around Agathas thighs as her eyes shone with a certain mirth.
"Say it again, be a good girl for mommy and say it again" the older woman whined, arms tightening around Wanda again as she pulled her closer.
"M-mommy" The younger woman groaned into her neck, hips mindlessly thrusting into her again as her mind buzzed from the new title.
Then her hips took on a more purposeful thrust, fully intent on making Agatha cum around her, to breed her full of her cum.
Slowly moving her hand to rub firm circles on the older woman's clit, coaxing her closer and closer to her orgasm.
The redhead groaned into her neck as her own orgasm started to bubble, hips jerking uncontrollably, just waiting for Agathas peak to hit.
"Cum for me, baby, come on" the older woman bit her lip firmly to keep her pathetic whine in as her orgasm washed over her. Agathas back arched, nails digging into the other womans skin as Wandas own orgasm pushed her on.
The brunette gasped at the feeling of Wandas cum filling her up, the sensation only milking her orgasm on as the younger woman fucked her through both of their orgasms.
Wanda breathed a sigh of relief in her neck before pulling back with a nervous smile, eyes shifting momentarily down Agathas body before meeting her eyes.
"Was that okay?" the older woman laughed in disbelief, looking at her girlfriend as if she was crazy only then realizing that Wanda was completely serious.
"Baby, I don't think I've ever cummed that hard." The redhead blushed a bright red, clearly embarrassed as she hid her face in Agathas neck again.
#cas writes#wagatha#mommy wandas horns#wanda maximoff x agatha harkness#marvel#wlw smut#lesbian fanfiction
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Rec: We Are What We Pretend to Be by C_AND_B
Title: We Are What We Pretend to Be
Author: C_AND_B
Canon: Supergirl | DCCW
Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Rating: Teen [PG]
Word Count: 25,164
Summary: After the unrestricted office access, and the flowers, and the surprise
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That's My Cat
What happens when the stray you decide to adopt, already has an owner?
A new Bellamione one-shot.
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Moodboard by the amazing @hustlingrube
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“I had a sudden craving for Black,” she said, feeling a bit brave. This made the smirk return to Bellatrix’s face as she met her eyes once again, an entertaining glint showing there.
“Is that so? Black cats, black coffee, black surnames?” she questioned as she leaned forward, forearms resting on the table, looking carefully at Hermione’s flushing face. “Is that why you asked me out on a date?”
Hermione’s mouth fell open at the insinuation, and if her skin wasn’t hot enough, she felt it start to burn her alive. She could only imagine how flustered that comment made her look.
“I-I-….I didn’t ask you on a date!” she defended, surprised at the turn their conversation had taken. How did this woman go from being a moody bitch to a cocky flirt in the span of a minute?
“Oh? Then why are we here?”
“To talk abou-!”
“Sssshhhh!” a nearby customer hushed the brunette mid-rant, causing her to pause in surprise and compose herself. Bellatrix laughed softly at the embarrassed woman and leaned back in her chair again. Hermione wanted the earth to eat her alive. How was it that this woman managed to rile her up this easily and this fast?
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#eile24downtown#that's my cat#bellamione fic#bellamione#bellatrix lestrange#hermione granger#bellatrix x hermione#bellatrix black#bellamione fanfiction#bellamione fanfic#bellamione smut#writing fanfiction#lesbian fanfiction#fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#hustlingrube
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WIP Fanfictions:
Masterlist of the seven fanfictions I’m currently writing. Will be updated as progress is made!!
To see my published fanfictions, go here to my AO3
Green fics are being actively worked on while orange fics are touched less consistently. Blue are actively being published and are a priority.
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1) Thorin Oakenshield x Bilbo Baggins - Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit - Cultural differences being abound as an innocent Hobbit is corrupted by our favorite dwarven king. (NSFW, gay, corruption kink)
2) Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy - Harry Potter book and movie franchises - An entire fucking rewrite of the book series where Harry is far more proactive and more of a BAMF in trying to not only thwart, but also go on the offense in the war between good and evil, as well as his life after. (NSFW, gay, portrayals of addiction, graphic violence, death and murder (but it’s only the bad guys cause I’m only capable of writing happy endings))
3) Reader x Harley Quinn x Catwoman x Poison Ivy - DCU - Look, I really don’t know what to tell you. Reader is kidnapped by Harley Quinn as a favor to Poison Ivy, expect Harley wants to bang the Reader. Then Catwoman intercepts and also wants a screw. And then Poison Ivy gets her turn. I'm just gay and this is based on a dream I had.
4) Reader x Dr. T’Ana - Star Trek: Lower Decks - A dying cryo-ship is stumbled upon by the USS: Cerritos with only a single human aboard. Dr. T’Ana finds herself suspicious of the woman born four hundred years ago as her crumbling relationship with Shaxs leads her to a queer crisis.
5) Reader x Cicero - Elder Scrolls X: Skyrim - After the final battle against Alduin, something went wrong. Very wrong. The Dragonborn should not have been able to absorb Alduin’s soul. Yet, she did. What happens when the souls of a Dragonborn and a demigod combine?
6) Reader x Asterion - Baldur’s Gate III - The Nautiloid slipped from world to world, dimension to dimension, and universe to universe with all the ease of a cockroach squirming under a door. Until, shortly before the events leading to its crash, it crashed through the realm of the goddess of dreams, accidentally taking the goddess and resetting her to a weakened mortal form.
7) Sam x Gabriel - Supernatural - After Jack resets the world, all seems normal. Dangers are still abound, but not nearly as serious as they once were. A powerful mage trying to find eternal youth has popped up on the Winchester’s radar, but after investigating and finding the perp, Sam is hit with the interrupted magic ritual and is reverted back to who he was in his college days. Unfortunately for him, a certain trickster archangel was also resurrected by Jack. Even more unfortunate, Sam was quite the asshole in college. Just the kind that Gabriel had always taken a particular joy in humbling.
#draco x harry#star trek lower decks#baldur's gate 3#skyrim#cicero x reader#asterion#dc#fanfiction#ao3 author#harry potter#fanfic#ao3fic#star trek#Dr. T’Ana#the hobbit#lesbian fanfiction
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[i'll crawl home to her] pt 2: shut the fuck up - yara greyjoy x brienne of tarth
Summary: Brienne of Tarth, after escaping the grasp of the Ironborn queen, finds herself wandering back to Yara Greyjoy instead of the safety offered to her at Winterfell.
Warnings: smut (nothing too raunchy yet tho), lesbianism (but that's a blessing), drinking, swearing, canon divergence, etc.,
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: PLEASE THEY HAVE SO MUCH CHEMISTRY IM SHAKING IN MY FUCKING BOOTS! I need to make them fuck. I will make them fuck LMFAO. But for now ridiculous flirting and bickering and arguing and jealousy and angry Brienne. Let them eat cake.
NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT
For what seemed like an incredibly long lapse of time, Yara stared at the knight, expression unreadable.
Brienne's stomach flipped as Yara's eyes raked over Brienne and the red-headed woman from top to bottom, then back up to Brienne's face. Still, she said nothing, didn't even seem to feel anything.
Yara turned back to the blonde woman in her lap.
Brienne watched in almost disbelief as Yara wrapped her other arm around the woman, pulling her aggressively down on to her own fingers. Brienne watched as the blonde arched her back further, letting out a loud moan that elicited laughs from other visitors in the tavern.
Then, Yara laughed flatly, smiling without her eyes. She spoke to a man behind her, gesturing him over, and soon, a crowd of men formed around Yara and the blonde. They took turns verbally teasing her as Yara worked her up, all the while completely ignoring Brienne and her gaping stare.
Gods above, Yara was a shameless fuck.
The redhead turned then, stopping her assault on Brienne's neck, to let her attention follow the crowd. Brienne tore her eyes away from Yara and down to the woman. She winched a bit at the soreness on her throat, but quickly covered up her discomfort as the woman turned back to her.
"Cecilia always get herself into the most fun," she whispered giddily, only a twinge of jealously in her words. "She's the lady's favorite."
Ah, so Yara was a regular here now. Enough to be well-known amongst the prostitutes.
How pleasant, Brienne thought to herself, not bothering to hide the annoyance on her face but trying to ignore the uneasy pull in her throat.
Thankfully, the redheaded woman did not notice, and instead pranced off, enticed by Yara and Cecilia just as much as all the others. Brienne, on the other hand, kept her distance, though even she could not look away from the spectacle.
"That's a good girl," she heard Yara coo, almost tauntingly, and over the heads of the people, she could see Yara pressing her hand against Cecilia's lower stomach, pushing her back just enough to allow others to watch Cecilia's so obviously dripping cunt fall on to Yara's waiting fingers.
The men laughed at Cecilia's responsive whine, and Brienne felt her ears turn red. Not only at the outrageous display, but at Yara's obvious efforts to seem unconcerned Brienne's presence and make a show out of it all. It irritated Brienne to no end, especially when she considered how much different Yara had looked at her when she was sitting on Brienne's lap.
"Ah, shit," Yara cursed. Her head fell forward, brown locks framing their panting faces as the two ground their hips against each other in an almost perfect sync.
Brienne worked her fingers inside Yara, curving them into her and running her thumb over her clit, just as Yara had showed her to.
"Like this?" Brienne asked, eyes watching Yara's face for any reaction. Their hips pushed Brienne's fingers impossibly deeper, and Yara groaned loudly. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded frantically, hand pressed to the bedframe behind Brienne's head.
"God, yes," Yara moaned.
A loud wail snapped Brienne out of her thoughts. She shifted uncomfortably in her spot, almost cringing at Cecilia's pitch as she climaxed in Yara's hand, though Brienne swore if she hadn't been watching, she would've thought Yara slaughtered a cow instead.
"Good heavens," Brienne muttered to herself. She rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the wall as Cecilia was whisked off Yara's lap, now free for the other men now that Yara had had her first dibs.
The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving Yara drinking her ale. She would've looked nonchalant if Brienne hadn't memorized the stiffness of her shoulders and if she wasn't white-knuckling her stein.
Brienne worked her way to Yara's table, walking around the side of it to stop across from her, where their eyes could meet if only Yara would fucking look up.
They both stayed silent for a long moment, letting the intensity bloat itself until it was insufferable and suffocating the two. Brienne's breathing grew heavy again, and the tips of her fingers trembled where Yara couldn't see them. Yara, on the other hand, set her cup down and ran the soiled tip of her own finger around the rim. Brienne wrinkled her nose, then opened her mouth to speak.
"Is this where you've ended up, then?" Yara said, beating her to the chase, just as she always did.
Slowly, Yara looked up at her, letting hungry, steel-colored eyes meet Brienne's uneasy blues. Brienne's breath caught in her throat.
"I have to admit, I'm surprised, I didn't think this type of work was really your thing."
"Oh shut the fuck up."
Brienne snapped out of her anxiety at Yara's accusation, and she rolled her eyes. She pulled the chair across from Yara back and fell into it. Yara chuckled and propped her feet up on the table, leaning back casually, territorially. She put her hands up in a satirical surrender.
"I yield, my lady!" She said, looking over Brienne intensely, eyes still holding that unreadable blankness that made Brienne's stomach churn.
"Ser," Brienne corrected.
"Right," Yara said, smiling dangerously. "You're a knight now, aren't you?"
Brienne nodded slowly, glancing away from Yara's predatory gaze. Yara's eyes widened, nodding condescendingly as if praising Brienne for being correct.
"And I am the lady," she corrected, raising her cup up before taking a hefty swig. Still, she never looked away, watching Brienne over the rim of her stein. Brienne did not speak, and so Yara set her cup down.
With a loud thump, her feet dropped to the floor. It took the table, and Brienne jumped, looking up at Yara. She watched as Yara's legs spread, taking up more space, and Yara leaned her arm back against the rest of her chair.
"What are you doing here then, Brienne?" Yara asked, voice lower but still holding that icy tone that sent chills down Brienne's back.
Yara didn't say the obvious, but Brienne felt it floating in the air between them, hovering stagnantly.
You should've known better than to come back.
"Did the Starks send you on another goose chase, sweetheart?"
Brienne stiffened at the term of endearment. She folded her hands in her lap and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She took a long breath, then leaned back, trying to exude some confidence of her own.
"I have been relieved of my duties to the Starks," Brienne said, finally speaking.
She grinned, taking in Brienne's nervousness like fuel for her own ego.
"And how did you accomplish that one?" Yara asked. "The Starks are not people who.. let go so easily, as I'm sure you know."
Brienne bit her lip, glancing away again.
"I had other business to attend to."
Yara raised her eyebrows in surprise. She chuckled and then ran her tongue over her teeth.
"Business so important that Brienne of Tarth broke her oath?"
"I did not break my oath," Brienne snapped, "I was relieved of my duty."
"Right," Yara said, face falling bank to that empty slate. Brienne shuddered. "I'll have to send Sansa my regards. You do have a way of worming your way out of duty."
Fuck, there it was.
Now it was Brienne's turn to chuckle. Still a bit drunken, she covered her mouth with a single finger, then pointed at Yara as she spoke.
"I still can't believe you really thought I was really going to leave the Starks for you," Brienne said, halfway amused.
"Yet, here you are," Yara said, smirk growing wider. "Not your smartest idea, I must admit."
"Which part?" Brienne challenged, leaning froward. "Fucking you? Lying to you? Or coming back?"
Yara's eyes narrowed.
"I could have your head for treason," Yara said.
"I never swore an oath to you."
"You implied-"
"I. Never. Swore. An. Oath. To. You," Brienne hissed. She glared at Yara as she annunciated every word. Yara stared back, sucking on her teeth with a cold expression. "You cannot execute me for betraying a queen I do not serve."
"I could have your head anyways."
Brienne tried to suppress a laugh at the double meaning Yara had not-so-purposefully slipped into her words. Yara furrowed her eyebrows, then rolled her eyes.
"Oh, shut the fuck up," Yara said, taking a drink of her ale and relaxing back into her seat.
"I didn't say anything," Brienne said, still smiling cheekily.
"No, I'm sure your mouth was preoccupied."
Brienne chuckled, shrugging. "Not the way you were."
Yara's eyebrows went up again, and a cocky smirk bloomed across her face. Brienne's cheeks went red at her own realization. Her heart jumped as the tables turned, catching Brienne's words this time and the realization the followed them.
Yara tilted her head, laughing softly in slight disbelief.
"I knew you watched."
#game of thrones#yara posting#yara greyjoy smut#yara greyjoy x reader#yara greyjoy#brienne of tarth#brienne of tarth smut#brienne x reader#brienne x yara#daenerys stormborn#daenerys targaryen#house of dragons#house of the dragon#lesbian#sapphic#wlw#lesbian fanfiction#queer#smut#Jon snow#robb#stark#arya#sansa#winterfell#knight#a song of ice and fire#kraken#theon#pov
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They're so cute! Also here's another excuse for me to brag about having an amazing girlfriend.
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