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abbyromanoff · 6 months

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hi, could you do shy intersex emo!wanda with r who’s experienced, and wanda gets embarrassed about having sex since it’s her first time and she’s scared she’ll mess up, so r guides her and after r does something (you can decide) wanda snaps and takes control and gets all rough and stuff, with praise and mommy & daddy kink. (wanda calls r mommy but after the switch r calls wanda daddy). anything else, you can add!

EYES DON’T LIE

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,008

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of guns during sex, small usage of magic for sex, Wanda has a dick, restraints, mommy (R), daddy (W), switch!Wanda, praise kink, degrading, inexperienced!Wanda, cumming inside, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, think that’s all :)

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“Please, Mommy,” Wanda begged quietly. You shared her a glance, your hand slowly stroking her pulsing cock. You chuckled, pressing your lips onto her tip and leaving stains of your red lipstick. She shuddered, thrashing her hands against the restraints in hopes she’d end up freeing herself, but that would only worsen the punishment she had.

“What? Can’t handle Mommy’s hand, hm?” She shook her head, a whine echoing throughout the room as it left her mouth. Her legs shook from a near orgasm, only to feel your touch leave her. Tears flooded her cheeks and eyes but you only smiled, wiping them away with your thumb before sucking on the digit.

“Mm, you think you can handle Mommy’s mouth then?” You placed your lips back in their origin, suckling softly on her tip before lowering yourself down and taking her in your throat. Soft gags could be heard replaying through Wanda’s mind, you were driving her mad.

“Tastes so sweet. My sweet girl,” You moaned around her, resulting in the vibrations that coursed through her and brought goosebumps to her pale skin.

“Maybe you’d like it better if I did this,” You straddled her waist and let her cock rub gently against your folds. Your wetness formed a reformation of lube and nearly brought Wanda to a quick orgasm. But, once again, she was denied that release.

“Please, Mommy! Oh, god, I wanna feel you so bad. Please- please just let me touch you- anything, I’m begging!” She sobbed, bringing a faux frown to your face. You knew she was quick to break, you were her first, after all. You taught her how to kiss you properly, eat you out, and tease you just right. Only now you were teaching her a new game, denial.

“Oh, don’t give up so easily, baby, you still have so much time to go.” Her hands were starting to become less of a struggle to move as she continued to thrash against the rope. She was finding a way out, but you were too focused on sinking down onto her length to care.

“Fuck, so big.” You moaned out, biting your lip and forcing the silence upon yourself. The moment you could feel your bottom hitting her pelvis, you also felt her grip falling onto your waist. Your eyes shot wide, a gasp threatening to escape you as she slammed you down onto her. She repeated, watching your breasts bounce in rhythm with her fast pace.

“Mm, how does it feel now, Mommy?” She swapped the two of you around swiftly, watching as you withered beneath her, your legs wrapping around her waist to bring her closer.

“So- fucking good!” You squeezed your eyes shut, your lip dripping blood from your previous endeavors. Your hands gripped her biceps desperately.

“F-fuck- Daddy!” You felt her slow to a stilt, your nerves rushing through you as you registered what you just said. You both shared a look, a smile ready to form across her mouth while you just stared in disbelief. You noticed the black eyeshadow leaking down her cheeks ever-so-slightly. You weakened beneath her intense stare, only to see a grin form. You racked through her possible emotions but it quickly came to a halt when her fingers held your chin. She leaned down closer, allowing you to feel her hot breath against yours.

“Say that again.” You did as told, causing her eyelids to flutter in and out of vision before she returned to her previous position. Her breasts were on display as her wrists were now hidden from your view, but you could practically sense the red lines that formed the more she resisted the restraints.

“Yeah? Mommy likes being a fucking slut for their Daddy?” You nodded, your voice seeming to disappear as you succumbed to the thumb on your clit. Her tip was teasing your g-spot with every thrust at the new angle and was creating an even further ache in your lower region. Your stomach tightened to its max before you released, your juices spraying against her fingers while she chuckled mischievously.

“Oh, baby girl, you did such a good job for Daddy. You think you can take one more?” She didn’t let you even process her words before she was forcing it out of you, resulting in your second orgasm only moments later. She was still holding back and if you weren’t under her wrath of pleasure, you’d congratulate her for lasting so long. That was until you noticed her breath quickening, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red and her pupils blown out. Her veins were turning red from her magic and wisps of it surrounded her as you felt trails of hot cum leaking into your tight hole.

“Shit! Mhm, yeah, that’s it, be a good girl. You’re such a pathetic Mommy, Y/N.” She pressed her face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent while gripping onto your shoulders. Her legs shook and so did yours, the room being filled with the stench of sex. Your shared moans and groans would be considered pornographic to anyone listening in, but the two of you were too out of it to care.

“I thought I’m the one meant to be in charge?” You joked as her lips found your neck, creating dark reminiscences of her love.

“Mm, I guess I just like surprising you sometimes.” Her eyes scanned the room before her eyes landed on an object she had left behind when discarding her clothes in a hurry.

“Speaking of surprises,” Your eyes went wide when seeing the unloaded weapon before you met her gaze. She held a proud smirk as she twirled the gun in her hand, making sure to check that the safety lock was on even thinking about using it.

“What do you say we try something new, huh? I just think this would look so good right,” The tip prodded at your mouth before you let her in, feeling the cold material clash against the warmth you held.

“Here.”

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hannahmanderr · 10 months

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I haven't seen anyone else talk about this yet so I'm going to assume no one has (and if this is the millionth post about this I am so sorry), but apparently there was a leak at Viacom last month, and one of the things that got leaked was the original Danny Phantom pitch bible, and let me tell y'all, there is some interesting lore to be had. I've taken the liberty of summing up a few notable points, but feel free to read for yourself - it's pretty short.

Jack was originally written as an ex-spy, test pilot... basically if it was a daring job, he probably had it. His IQ was supposedly only one point off from Maddie's, and his bumbling was more of a result of him being more "brave than smart."

Maddie was originally written as "one of the world's most respected theoretical physicists" and the brains between her and Jack. Get this: her full name was supposed to be Madison!

Sam and Danny's psychic connection was actually a result of the accident. When he was in the hospital and still very much saturated with ectoplasm, she gave him a "get better" kiss on the forehead, which sparked the connection. The connection would've manifested in a number of ways, including a perpetual ability to "sense" the other, see visions, and hear each other's thoughts, though it was supposed to be somewhat unpredictable.

Jazz hid her brains from her cheerleader friends because she wanted to fit in with them.

Danny was supposed to be the only person able to see, hear, and interact with ghosts.

On the subject of Danny, his reputation for being a scaredy-cat was much more well-known, even to the point where Sam and Tucker gave him the nickname Danny Phantom before he even had his accident. This kid was scared of his own shadow, frogs, you name it.

Overshadowing was originally called "ghosting," and the more intelligent a person, the more difficult it would be to control them.

Jack and Maddie were hoping to break the barrier between the "Real World" (our world) and the "Unreal World" (the ghost world). They wanted to get through to the spirit realm to be able to communicate with the dead in order to help make the world a better place (think picking Einstein's brain a little more, seeing what other music Mozart has cooking, etc.). That dimensional barrier was damaged when they first tried out their experiment, and Danny - who was hiding out from Dash in the lab - would be caught in the middle.

Much like how fans have interpreted things and how the show tried to imply, Danny felt responsible for unleashing the ghosts into our world and decided to adopt the name Sam and Tucker had teased him with to help put a stop to their reign of terror.

Seriously, y'all should read this. There's a lot of interesting info in here, and really it sounds like such a cool concept?? Like I'll probably add my personal thoughts in a reblog, but there's a lot of potential for untapped creativity from the phandom here. Plus it's always nice to see what's technically official content almost 20 years after the show's premiere.

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russellsppttemplates · 21 days

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I want this every day (Charles Leclerc)

Charles has been frustrated with the team's strategies and the results he's been getting lately so you find a way to cheer him up

Note: english is not my first language. I was going to write it earlier on the week, but then I felt like I a jinxing it so I stopped... but after today, I think it's a good place to start...

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Another race weekend where he was out qualified by his team-mate left Charles with the feeling that if it came to it, he was almost one hundred percent sure they would ask them to swap positions.

Points for the team would be important anyway and they came away with a good amount and the car showed to be competitive enough considering the RedBull dominance on the grid, but the frustration was still there.

With the team and with himself.

They told him they'd keep him - there wasn't a quesion put down about his contract -, Il Predestinato wasn't something he carried lightly but often times it was confusing. Without the support and appreciation from inside the team, it was proving difficult to achieve their goals.

His childhood dream was driving for Ferrari and Suzuka always carried a heavier weight for him. As he took off his helmet and was faced with the number 17 on the side, he apoligised. To Jules, who he wanted to make proud every day but even more on this particular track. To his fans, who deserved better than this. To you, who were there for him, arms open for a hug and a shoulder where he could cry and let his feelings out on, to hold him and remind him every single time that all of the nonsense commentators and the media still had the audacity to say about him despite his continous shows of intelligence, skill and talent, and to love him.

The way you loved him was something he had never felt before and had never thought he deserved.

The face you were giving everyone in the garage that dared look at you wasn't unfortunately a rare occurrence, hence the fact that so very few team members approached you, "Charles is just finishing his interviews, he should be here soon", Silvia said before excusing herself from the garage.

You walked to your boyfriend's driver room, knowing he would end up in there soon enough after greeting the mechanics and engineers.

He stepped inside the room less than fifteen minutes later, finding your embrace immediately as his arms wrapped around your waist, "it's not fair that this keeps happening", he mumbled.

"I know it isn't", you kissed his stubbly cheek while rubbing his back soothingly.

"I thought I could've done so much better, for the fans, for you, for Jules", he hiccuped, letting himself be vulnerable after bottling up everything he was feeling.

"You did us proud, Charles - he is always so proud of you", you cupped hisface in your hands as you hoped the words got through to him, "okay?".

The flight back home had Charles sleeping most of the time, the whole rush of the weekend catching up with his body as he slept with his head on your thighs, your fingers playing with his locks while you arranged your schedule for the week ahead.

"I was thinking we could spend some time together today", you said over the phone, hoping he hadn't booked anything since you made sure that Andrea and Joris had cleared his schedule so you could make this happen without a hitch.

"You don't have work?", Charles asked, "no, I arranged a few things and a meeting got cancelled", you explained.

"Good, I don't have anything to do either, I was just going to stay home, but being with you sounds much nicer, my place or your place?", he wondered.

"My place, please", you replied immediately, "I just want to change my clothes and I'm feeling like spending the afternoon in", you tried, hoping he would catch on and not mess up your surprise.

"Okay, amour! Do you need me to pick you up from work?", Charles asked and you heard a small smile on his face. You weren't sure why, but Charles really got a kick out of dropping you off and picking you up from work, so you felt bad for the answer you were giving him, "it's okay, you can meet me there, I'm already walking", you said as you drove out of the shop and headed home. It was an inoffensive lie but you kept telling yourself it was for a greater good.

"Okay, I'll meet you there in twenty minutes or so", he said, "Je t'aime, mon amour".

Riccardo seemed to have parked the car at the front of your building, making you get the bag out of your car trunk and join him and his family, "hey guys! Thank you for coming to this", you smiled, touching Chiara's foot softly and getting a giggle out of the little girl.

"No worries, this is such a nice idea and we're happy to help!", Marta said, letting you walk up to the door so you could get to your apartment.

"For the first time in my life, I'm the first one somewhere, and then they showed up too!", Joris said as the rest of the group you invited stood up from the hallway floor.

"I'm sorry for making you wait, but I had to pick these up and then the call with Charles had to be done at the precise time so he wouldn't get here before I did!", you explained, unlocking the door and letting them in.

"So we're fine to wait, but Charles can't wait for you?", Joris teased, making kissing noises as you shook your head, "privileges of being my boyfriend - it is what it is!", you chuckled.

Delegating the small tasks you left for the last minute, Charles' text saying he had just parked the car was enough to capture you attention, "quick quick, go hide in the living room - careful with the board game boxes! He's coming up!", you ushered your friends to the living room before your boyfriend knocked on your door.

"Hello, my love", you said, kissing his lips and pulling him inside the supposedly quiet apartment.

"Hey, gorgeous girl - I missed you", he squeezed you tight once you closed the door, "I was getting in my he - what's that?", Charles asked as a noise came from the living room.

Chiara squealed loudly enough for him to hear, so in part your surprise was not such a surprise, "you're not alone?", he mused.

Lacing your hand in his, you pulled him to the living room as everyone jumped out of their places to greet him!

"Surprise - ish!", you waved your hands as if you were announcing some great show, "I gathered all your favourite people - Lorenzo is coming with Charlotte in a bit, he just picked her up from work and your mother also had a cliente so she'll arrive a little later. Arthur is in the bathroom?", you wondered as you saw him walk out and pat his brother's back, not missing the truly surprised look on his face as he pulled you closer to him, kissing your temple, "you're the best, amour, thank you", he whispered.

You had food laid out in the coffee table and drinks in the kitchen where everybody could serve themselves so you could have your dining table available for the board and card games you were playing along with some building blocks for Chiara who was immediately stolen from her parents once your boyfriend saw her.

"Do we want to make a castle? Or maybe a rollercoaster?", Charles mused with the little girl sitting on his lap, still keeping an eye on his Monopoly game to make sure no one was missing any of the payments on his properties, "Good job, chérie!", he congratulated her, kissing her chubby cheek.

"Do you want me to get you guys anything? I'm already going to the kitchen", you wondered, "can you fill this up for us, please?", Marta asked as she handed you the orange juice jug, "yes, of course!", you grabbed it.

"This was a great idea, Y/N", Lorenzo said whole he poured himself a drink as you stepped into the kitchen, "he's been in his head a lot recently", he began.

"It's not much, really, it was quite easy to put everything together and you being here was very kind", you brushed it off.

"Y/N, gathering his favourite people to do something he loves apart from racing may seem simple but it's what he needs right now - don't underestimate yourself or the ability you have to bring him back to a good mental space", he rubbed your shoulder before going back to open the door, "it's our mother", he excused himself.

You set the jug on the table and took Chiara from your boyfriend's arms, volunteering to change her nappy in your bedroom.

Charles hugged his mother tight, "Hello, mon petit", she cupped his face and kissed his cheek, "I'm not little anymore", Charles blushed, "you and your brothers will always be my little boys, I don't care how old or how tall you get", she smiled, greeting everyone else in the room.

His favourite people were all in the same place, Charles thought. Some were playing cards, some were just chatting and you just picked his friends' daughter to change her nappy like she was your own.

"Do you have room for one more? I'm usually pretty good at this!", Lorenzo said as he sat at the dining table, "you take my game - it's not too bad, just make sure Marta pays up what she owes me - two hotels in my blue cards", Charles raised his eyebrows, "I know you were counting on your daughter's cuteness to distract me, but I have excellent vision", he smirked.

Charles walked to your bedroom, seeing you close the diaper bag as Chiara kicked the air, layed on top of your comforter and giggling at the story you were telling her, "and then I had to tell the lady 'that won't do, because I have my boyfriend's family and our friends over for dinner and I can't have too little food! Even if I have left overs for weeks!' because that's what's right, right? She also had this very fluffy bread that was still warm from the oven so I asked her if she could add that because I knew you'd like it - bread is the best, isn't it, cutie?", you spoke.

You were it, he had known that for a long time.

You were the one he wanted to grow old with and go through every challenge life wanted to throw at you, because he knew you both could face them if you were there.

"And who is that spying on us, hm? It's Charles! Let's go and give Charles a big hug and many kisses!", you smiled, picking her up and approaching your boyfriend, cuddling into his chest as you kept the little girl on your arms, kissing his chest while Chiara palmed his face and giggled when Charles pretended to eat her fingers, "yummy fingers, nom, nom, nom".

"I need to get started on dinner - I'm doing that roast you really like", you offered, "I already prepped most of it, just need to cut up the veggies and then put in the oven, simple as that".

"C'mon, Chiara - I bet my mother is wondering where you are because she'll want a cuddle", Charles took her from your arms, "I'll be back for you", Charles slapped your butt playfully.

You were seasoning the food on the trays, making sure you weren't forgetting anything when your boyfriend walked up to join you, wrapping his arms around your waist, "thank you for this, I really needed it", he kissed under your ear, turning you around to face him and kissing your lips properly, "it's fine", you scoffed.

"No, I really needed it - it's easy to lose sight of these things and these moments", he began, "I was home and getting way too much into my own head and I wouldn't got to anyone unless they asked about it", he admitted, squeezing your body closer to his.

"I'm glad you liked it, it's truly nothing but I'm glad you're happy", you smiled, "I can't control what goes on your mind all the time but I'm going to make sure that whenever you're near me and say silly things about doubting yourself, I will always help you see the truth and work it out with you - no down talking about yourself when you're with me, understood?", you stated firmly almost like you were lecturing him.

"I know, amour", he giggled, kissing your forehead and then littering some more kisses on your face and making you break out in laughter loudly.

The dinner was great and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves as they ate the meal and spoke about whatever came to mind, summer plans already in discussion.

Charles was helping you put away the plates when he decided he would voice the thoughts running through his head. Usually at this time of the day he was already knee deep into strategies and failed attempts, but this time was different.

"I want this every day", Charles said with a big smile on his face.

"Well, not all of us have your schedule, it would be lovely, but maybe making it a weekly thing? Monthly maybe with your schedule?", you tried, not wanting to kick his idea straight to the trash.

"I don't mean that - I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I was wondering if you'd like to move in with me", Charles clarified, "there's no point to keep two places when realistically, we spend most times at eachother's place - you're down to what? Sleeping two nights here per week?", he noted as you smiled.

"You want to move in together?", you checked and he nodded, "yes, I do - honestly, I've thinking we keep my place since you're renting here and that way you'd be closer to work, too", he suggested.

"Sounds good to me", you smiled, kissing his lips, sealing the deal.

"I don't want to be far away from you when we don't have to be, and this way you can save on rent, too!", he added and before you truly lectured him, he caught you ahead, "I know you won't let me pay for things on my own and we will find some arrangement for that, I was just saying you won't have to keep paying your landlord", he smiled.

"I mean it when I say I want to split expenses, okay?", you argued, "unless you start going with expensive caviar or any of that crazy expensive stuff - my salary can't take that", you joked.

"When have you ever seen that in my fridge?", he threw his head back as he laughed.

"I'm only joking, handsome - I can't wait to move in with you", you hugged him, "I love you, Charles, can't wait to be your new roomie".

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boredmadamoiselle · 11 months

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You know where to find me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis: Charles is out to dinner, enjoying the evening with friends until he gets a naughty text from you. What is he going to do... to you?

Warnings: Smut. Masturbation. Teasing. Charles a little possessive maybe? English isn't my first language, so it might contain some mistakes. I tried my best but if you want to correct or help me, you are welcome.

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is always appreciated and is important for me. If you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to write them and I will take into consideration.

As Charles was out to dinner with friends and you had stayed home, you had decided to clean your apartment and ended up tidying up your closet as well. While improvising a fashion show and pretending to be a model in your bedroom, you tried on some clothes you thought you had lost or that no longer fit you.

You were rearranging the lingerie drawer when you found an old red bodysuit you had bought some time ago and for some strange reason never used. It was time to fix it, you thought.

The red color reminded you of Ferrari and of Charles. He loved seeing you in red, that’s why you wore that color often – both on and off the track –, it was your way to support him. So you were sure Charles would love that bodysuit on you, especially the part where he would take it from you. Just the thought turned you on immediately.

You looked at your phone. It was nearly midnight; it was time for Charles to come home and take care of you. It had been, in fact, several hours since Charles had left the house, he had probably had enough fun, now it was your turn.

After putting the bodysuit on and taking a quick look in the mirror to fix your hair and put on some makeup, you got on the bed and took a few pictures with your phone.

Satisfied with the result you sent a message and some pictures to your boyfriend and waited for his response.

Charles was listening to his friends chatting when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He couldn’t help but smile seeing that it was you. He opened the notification without hesitation.

Hey, amour. How is it going? Hope you’re having fun.

Look what I found.

The text was accompanied by some pictures.

“Fuck”, Charles whispered as he opened the first image before remembering where he was and with whom.

He looked up from his phone and looked around. Luckily his friends were still engaged in their previous conversation, so no one was paying attention to him.

He went back to looking at the picture you had sent him. His mouth watered at the sight of you on your bed in front of the mirror with almost nothing on but a red lace bodysuit that left little room for the imagination. But the things he imagined doing to you were many.

He texted you back.

Y/n, please... Don’t.

You were quick to respond.

What? I thought you would like it

You know you were playing with fire and that later you would suffer the consequences, but you couldn’t help but teasing him now. In the end you knew it would be worth it.

That’s the problem, Y/n. I loved it… But I’d rather you without

As he imagined slowly taking off the bodysuit from you and your naked body under his, he received another message from you.

Well… you know where to find me😏

If it was up to him, he would have already got in the car and would be on his way to you as fast as he could.

Baby, I can’t leave yet

Please

You loved to see him beg even though you knew you would regret it later when the roles would be reversed. Since he was going to make you pay, you wanted to enjoy yourself while you could.

I get it, Cha. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to resist. Maybe I should take the matter into my own hands while I wait for you?

His erection, already hard, was pushing against his pants.

Y/n, don’t you dare…

Charles was still writing when you texted him back.

I'll stop writing now. My fingers have better things to do. Have fun, see u later 😉

Your message left Charles speechless and unable to answer. That was pure torture, he thought. How could he enjoy the rest of the evening if all he could think about was you and what you were doing right now? Did you stand by your words and were you taking care of yourself?, Charles thought. The image of you touching yourself and moaning kept playing in his mind, driving him crazy and also a little jealous. He wanted to be the one making you feel good and hear you screaming his name over and over again.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became and wanted to get out of there. The air inside was getting hotter. He loved his friends and spending time with them, but at that moment he could only think of you. He desperately wanted you. It was amazing the effect you had on him, even from a distance.

He looked at his watch impatiently, it was past midnight. They had been there for several hours; his friends wouldn't mind if he left. At most he would have invented some excuse, for example that he was tired. He looked at his watch again, it was time to go home for him… to get back to you.

After your last message, you had waited for Charles a little. You hoped your words had had some effect on him but seeing he didn’t arrive, you got bored in the end. You were still turned on by the conversation you had had with Charles. You closed your eyes and started to think about your boyfriend and the things he would have done to you if he had been there.

Your hands slowly moved towards your pussy. As you rubbed your fingers over your panties, pressing them over the fabric, you could feel the cotton soaking through, making you shiver.

You moaned, your bodysuit soon pushed to the side and one finger inside of you, getting all wet by your arousal. You whimpered at the contact, imagining it was Charles doing that to you.

As you picked up the pace and pushed another finger between your wet folds, you were starting to feel your own arousal become nigh unbearable. You tilted your head back as your hips thrust to meet your fingers.

You didn't hear the front door close or the footsteps approaching the bedroom.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. You were almost there when someone grabbed your hands, pinning them over your head and stopping you from reaching your orgasm.

You instantly widened your eyes.

“Charles! You scared me to death!”, you screamed.

Charles smirked and looked at you with desire as he was above you, holding one knee between your legs and pressing on your pussy.

“Yeah, baby? This is what happens when you get caught doing something you shouldn’t.”

You weren’t really scared; his words were actually turning you on even more.

“This is what happens when your boyfriend doesn’t show up on time. You are a racing driver and are so slow?”, you challenged him.

Charles would never admit it but he loved it when you acted like a brat, it excited him.

He remained silent as his eyes wandered over your body and gently stroked you with one hand. He licked his lips and his cock hardened at the sight of your wet and naked cunt. He was dying to be inside you but he knew he needed to be patient, he wouldn't let you win so easily.

“I was about to come, Charles”, you sighed, pretending to be frustrated.

Charles knew it well. He had already been there for several minutes enjoying the show when he politely interrupted you. At another time he would have gladly watched you pleasure yourself and allowed you to finish the work but not that day. You would only come when he let you.

His fingers caressed your slit, teasing it and collecting your wetness while you winced and moaned as you were still sensitive. He gently flicked your clit, sending shocks down your spine. His fingers dug into you, without much resistance. You began to slowly move your hips but Charles had other plans for you and pulled his fingers out, putting them in his mouth to taste you.

“Only good girls are allowed to come. Have you been a good girl, chérie?”, he whispered looking at you and wearing a cocky smile, his face a few meters from yours before to kiss you roughly.

You could feel all his desperation and desire in that kiss. He wanted you too.

He walked away from your lips. “I don’t think so. You are just a little slut who couldn’t even wait for his boyfriend to come home.”

Before you could reply, he started to move down, kissing down your neck and chest, biting a little, sucking a little more, making you gasp as he got to one of your breasts.

He was touching and kissing you everywhere except where you needed him the most and that was driving you crazy. You knew it was your time to beg.

“Please, Charles… I can be good for you, let me show you”, you said in a trembling voice.

He looked up at you. “I don’t know if you deserve it. You should rather be punished, don’t you think?”

At those words you knew you had a long night ahead. You nodded at him as you couldn’t wait to be punished.

That night, in fact, you had to wait before coming as Charles teased you a lot but several hours and orgasms later it was worth it… three times.

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elaemae · 2 months

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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

← Pr.6 | Chapter List | Chp. 1.1 →

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That's just so I'll know if you wanna get tagged in all the upcoming chapters of this fanfic.

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Reblog or I'll take your ankles😈 (Pls like and reblog, it really gives me motivation🥺)

Also, the next chap is the start of Arc 1: Satan but short.

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soars22 · 2 months

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Alright, my lovely people. I’d like to give a little rundown of what a labor union is and what protections it provides for workers because I think that it’s context that’s important to the current situation. Please bear in mind that I am by no means an expert. I am drawing on my research and my own experience being in a union at a previous job to write this post. Please feel free to reblog with anything I’ve missed.

What is a union?

A union is a group of workers who have banded together in order to use their collective strength and voices to make a difference in their workplace. Many unions were formed due to dissatisfaction with exploitative or unsafe working conditions (look up Appalachian coal miners if you want to see an example).

What do unions do?

Unions are there to act on behalf of their workers; their entire purpose is to ensure that their members (and, often by extension, non-members) receive fair wages, proper breaks, safe working conditions, and many other benefits. They are made by and for workers.

What do unions NOT do?

Unions do NOT exist to break up companies. Unions are there to ensure that workers are treated fairly. Union leaders will first do everything in their power to obtain better working conditions by negotiating with the company on the behalf of the employees. Shutting down a business because of poor labor conditions will never be a union’s priority; they will ALWAYS be on the side of the labor force. The union may take the company to court and the company might later collapse as a result of that (whether because of court fees, public backlash, or other reasons) but the goal is to preserve the workers’ jobs while also making sure that the workers are treated fairly.

What does this mean for qsmp?

I don’t know. Do I think there are major problems? Yes, absolutely. Do I think that Quackity is working to address these problems? Again, yes. Do I-or anyone else for that matter-know what those solutions are or what they may look like? No, we do not!! I cannot see into the future; neither can Twitter. We need to have patience and understanding as we all wait to see what comes next.

I’ve seen a lot of doomposting here. I’ve seen a lot of anxiety and stress. If that’s where your mind is at, you might need to take a break from the internet for a bit; god knows I might. This situation isn’t going to be fixed by attacking the cc’s or the admins or anyone else who’s involved. That’s not our job; we’re only adding more negativity and stress to people who may already be at their limit.

Be kind. Be patient. Be a community. That’s what this server is all about, ultimately. It’s time to prove that. Hope this helps.

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #unions #I’m writing this on mobile so I apologize for the formatting or lack thereof #I didn’t mention union busting because that feels like it’s own post #and I’m definitely not qualified to talk about that #I just wanted to mention what I felt was relevant to the situation

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vhagarlovebot · 11 months

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hi gwen! hope you’re feeling better 🫶 i was wondering if i could request some aemond x betrothed!reader, where they ran into each other in the garden while she’s talking to someone and something nsfw follows? thanks!

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader.

content warnings: 18+, angst, oral (f receiving), fingering.

note: i know you asked for a betrothed!reader but i didn’t noticed until i finished writing. also this was going to be really short but i wanted to give a little context… and this is the result. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

YOU WOKE UP with the rays of sunlight coming through the window and immediately decided that you wouldn’t spend the day hiding in your chambers, sulking because a man doesn’t pay attention to you.

it cheered you up a little. but not even the beautiful gardens with the strong smell of roses and tall, ancient trees helped you forget the rude attitude of the prince toward you. the sea view brought you no comfort, either.

you feel like a fool and horribly embarrassed after prince aemond blatantly ignored you when you tried to make conversation, turning around and leaving you with the words hanging from your mouth. pity was in the eyes of those that witnessed the encounter.

you don’t notice that someone has joined you—standing by your side as you look at the water brushing against the shore, lost in your thoughts.

“is something troubling you, my lady?” you turn around only to find prince jacaerys already looking at you, frown on his face and brown eyes slightly squinted.

you bring your hand to your chest, surprised. “my prince,” you bow your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”

“the weather is perfect for a walk through the gardens, don’t you think?” he says, offering his arm to you.

you look him in the eyes for a few seconds, then at his arm and back to his eyes before accepting it, slowly starting to walk.

you doubt the prince has time to indulge in something as ordinary as a walk in the gardens when he, the heir to the throne, has so many responsibilities. but you know what this is about, even if you would like to forget the words your mother spoke to you just a day ago.

“are you enjoying your stay?” he asks after a moment of silence.

“yes, my prince.” you smile, trying to avoid eye contact before speaking again. “i think i could get used to living here.” you fail to hide the nervousness in your voice.

the prince chuckles, his free hand covering yours, resting on his forearm. “so, i take it you’ve heard the news.”

“i am terribly sorry, my prince. my mother begged me not to say anything but—”

“there is nothing to be worried about.” you breathe a sigh of relief. you know you should’ve waited for him to say something first, but not being able to share the news about the betrothal was eating you up. “i truly hope this could strengthen the bond between our families, that we could be what the people need.” when you look at him again, he’s biting his lower lip, uncertainty in his eyes.

you try desperately to swallow the lump in your throat, his words making your eyes sting.

there is nothing better than marrying a prince, the heir… to become the queen. even if your heart belongs to someone else, you will perform your duty… even if the love you feel for him burns stronger than any flame.

“so it shall be.” you don’t even try to smile, you can’t. but if the prince notices the sadness in your eyes, he doesn’t say anything.

you keep walking in a comfortable silence, smiling when you bump into a couple of ladies drinking tea and chatting. once you are out of sight, you hear their giggles and you know the rumor will spread like a summer’s fire.

after a few minutes your unplanned stroll comes to an end when the prince excuses himself, mumbling about returning to the castle to tend some unfinished court’s business. he kisses the back of your hand and leaves you under a leafy tree, promising to look for you later.

you see him get lost in the distance with a blurry vision and a prickling pain in your heart that you know will never go away.

“it is true, then.” his voice startles you, but you don’t turn around. you’re still hurting from his cold demeanor toward you.

“what is?”

aemond grabs you by the shoulders, caging you between the tree and his body. he’s not playing, you see it clearly on his face.

“how long have you known?” you ask him, looking for an answer in his eye, but there is nothing there. suddenly, everything makes sense. “that’s why you have been avoiding me — you know.” knowing he cares for you enough to feel jealous, makes you smile.

aemond frowns and, decided to remove the smile from your face, kneels in front of you, lifting up your dress.

“aemond! wh—what are you doing?” you look around frantically, but you are far from prying eyes. still, it makes your heart beat faster, breath hitching at the sight as he looks up at you with that intense, violet eye.

“taking what’s mine.” he simply says, burying his face between your legs.

aemond slowly pulls your undergarments to the side, enough so he can slip his tongue past your folds. he licks a long stripe that has your legs shaking, hand grasping at his silver locks.

“aemond, please,” you whine, letting your head rest back against the tree. “don’t stop.”

he licks at your clit, which makes you moan aloud, hand flying to your mouth to muffle all sound.

“you need to be quiet. could you do that for me, sweet girl?” he asks you, his fingers playing with your soft bud, brushing ever so slightly. “we don’t want anyone to see the future queen reduced to submission by someone who is not her betrothed.”

you shake your head ‘no’, hand still clasped over your mouth.

aemond smirks, maintaining eye contact as he wraps his lips around your clit, inserting a finger inside of you. you’re the first one to look away, unable to keep your eyes open and squinting them shut as he sucks at your clit like a man starved.

you gasp his name out, your hand doing little to help you muffle your moans.

“does that feel good?” he taunts, not waiting for your answer as he adds a second finger, thrusting and curling them. you grind into his face, legs squeezing around his head.

you bite your lips to hold back a scream when he licks at your bundle of nerves before replacing his lips with his thumb.

aemond fight back a smirk at your reaction. “look at me.” he demands, and you obey. you look at him with a blurred vision, pure bliss cursing through your veins. “who do you belong to?”

“yo—” you cry out a moan, biting your lips so hard that it draws blood. you feel your peak building inside of you, eating your insides as he keeps fucking you with his fingers.

“didn’t hear you.” aemond kisses your thigh, quickening his pace.

“you — i belong to… you.” your eyes lock with his and you see his gaze darken, something primal dancing in it.

“that’s right.” he hisses, thumb moving expertly against your clit. “you will always belong to me.” his mouth finds your clit again and he doesn’t stop, licking and thrusting his fingers like there’s no tomorrow, soaking up every drip.

you know he is right. it doesn't matter who you marry, your body and soul will always belong to him. you will always be connected to aemond one way or another, and it hurts you to think about living a life you once dreamt about spending with him, with someone you barely know, someone you’ll never love. not the way you love aemond.

from the beginning, you knew you were doomed. but the little flame of hope never went out… until a night ago, when the words you were dreading to hear finally left your mother’s mouth.

tears stream down your face, a combination of the pleasure he is giving you and the pain in your heart.

“aemond… aemond—” you whine, the fire in your stomach growing stronger and spreading through your entire body. you feel how your orgasm comes crashing down on you, legs shaking and mouth falling open as you give in completely.

aemond’s tongue rides you through your peak, hands gripping so hard at his hair it makes him groan. but he doesn’t stop until you jerk your hips away from his mouth, heavy breathing leaving your lips as you try to come down from your high.

you whine when aemond pulls his finger out of your cunt, and brings them to his mouth, licking up your juices while looking intently at you, pure confidence and cockiness emanating from him.

aemond helps you straighten your dress and keep your balance on wobbly legs.

“congratulations,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, fingers lightly caressing your cheek, like feathers. “you will make a fine queen.” the smile he gifts you doesn’t reach his eyes. but aemond’s lips feel soft against your forehead and you close your eyes, his scent—amber and sandalwood, clouding your senses.

aemond pulls away all too soon, and when you try to look him in the eye he refuses to give you that privilege and, instead, just turns around and walks away, holding your broken heart in his hands.

#📮 ⌇ my works ˖⋆࿐#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen angst #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen scenarios #aemond targaryen imagine #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #prince aemond x reader

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seleniangnosis · 9 months

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Mid Year Check In 💗🪽

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Hi everyone 💌🧁! My life is keeping me quite busy, and away from the tumblr tarot community for a while now. I've done this spread for me yesterday, so I decided to share it with you as well.

The reading is intended to provide you with some help and answers on how you've been progressing this year, and a bit of what to expect next 🤍. Pick the picture/pile you're most drawn to and feel free to discard any information that doesn't resonate with you. Enjoy! And reblogs are highly appreciated

Pile 1

Hello pile one and welcome to your reading 🧁🤍

You've entered this year with a goal in mind. Whether be it personal growth and development, topping your class , or building on your finances, you were ready to do whatever it takes to get there. You might have been a bit stubborn with your plan, even to the point where you neglected other life aspects, or for others, you've been very driven on changing the circumstances you've found yourself into for a long while.

You seem to have been extremely diligent with your plans, following them trough, or created a very structured way to get you where you want to be. For those who have jobs, or were job searching, this year has been spent for sure on achieving some sort of financial abundance, or create a foundation for your career, this part is highly similar to my own reading and I can say I truly worked hard this year, so pile 2 congratulations on your hard work, and I hope you're enjoying the fruits of your labour.

You've got so many pentacles cards here pile 2 ,so yeah a lot of focus on personal development, finances, and stability.

Something you've learnt is how to be consistent in your work, life , studies etc, rely on yourself, and how to manage ideas, or maybe a situation when something doesn't go the way you planned it. Some of you might have been focused on creating business connections or just create some stable new connections in regards to work / workplace, or maybe you were focused on finding a workplace where you felt like you can grow and develop your skills.

Something that you'll have to pay more attention to, and might serve as your next lesson is related to some self introspective work, and spending some time with yourself. You seem to have been all on the grinding mindset, so much that you kinda forgot about yourself. Good work ethics are great, but I get the impression that you were overworking yourselves, and you got the results, but detached from yourself and some self care.

If you have a certain goal set in mind, go for it, but not on the expense of your health. I got an intresting mix of cards, which leave me with the idea that you're highly aware you're stressed and have been working your brains out, but you keep going because you already have your mind set on something and only after you get that thing done you'll be able to relax.

Whatever it is pile 1, I'm proud of you, but please don't forget to tend to your needs as well 🤍💌.

Pile 2

Hello pile two and welcome to your reading 🤍🧁

The message of this pile seems to be again centered around money, finances, staring a new job / moving to a different job, work. Some of you might have started as an intern in your first job, or changed your career. You might have felt a personal call to change your orientation and start something new. I'm getting that energy of " should I stay ? should I leave ? What if I get into a much worse situation if I leave this place?" . Maybe, for some of you, your workplace was toxic and no longer suitable, but you were afraid of what could happen if you don't find a better one , or none at all.

Some of you might have took a break and some time to reflect and redefine their goals. I feel like even though you were getting some reward and results, they were not worth the mental exhaustion, the stress , and what you were putting yourself trough.

It's highly possible for you to still be in this energy/ situation, because as the next lesson the universe has in store for you I got something about facing what you're afraid to face. You seem to be caught too often and too tight into your own thoughts, that you're blocking your rational thinking, so you keep yourself away from reaching that freedom. Pike 2 , how stressed you are rn? You're thinking about making a move, making a plan, you get distracted by illusory thoughts, you're back to square one.

You should start looking at the good side of the things as well, not only what can fail or go wrong. Have more faith in yourself pile two 🤍💌!

Pile 3

Hello pile three and welcome to your reading 🤍🧁

The page of pentacles showed up in all 3 piles, but for this one, the energy is centered more on self work and development. For you I'm not getting much about money, work and finances, but about new start and goals around personal development. Your year was more of a journey in the search of what works and what doesn't for you. What improvements can you be making in terms of how you think about yourself, how can you change your mindset and find more fulfilment, rather than resenting yourself for things that didn't work out. Maybe you've even been unsatisfactory with who you were , and spent time improving yourself, making better decisions that bring you healthy benefits, and enjoying the journey of these small new beginnings. You learned to have more faith in yourself, in the fact that you're capable of improving yourself.

As something that you are still about to learn, well when I picked the cards I got " committing to yourself ", so ... commit to yourself. Maybe you feel guilty about how you've changed, and even though it's a positive change for you, others might make you think you're selfish, or a bad person. Maybe you were too tolerant in the past, and now that you've learnt to take better make better decisions, others see you as too self preoccupied.

For the rest of the year your goal should be yourself. Creating stability for yourself, and share it with those like-minded, who appreciate your presence in their lives💌🤍.

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abbyromanoff · 8 months

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can I request a milf!wanda fic where she keeps catching her younger neighbor looking at her boobs whenever they interact so eventually she’s just like, ‘do you want to taste them?’ W r sucking on her tits & Wanda fingering her pls ❤️ mommy kink too if u could

TASTE OF DESIRE

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,008

WARNINGS: smut, manipulation with magic, fingering, mommy/momma (W), praise, overstimulation, reader is gn but is referred to as a “good girl”, voyeriusm, kinda dark!Wanda, milf!Wanda, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Wanda continued to pump her fingers inside of you, letting a third soon join her and stretching you out even further. You gasped at the intrusion, nearly choking on your spit as a moan escaped your quivering mouth.

“Shh, you have to be quiet, little girl.” Your eyes were glossy as tears threatened to leave you, it only made her smile. She enjoyed seeing you like this, beneath her, begging to be fucked while you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“What did Mommy say earlier, baby?” Your bottom lip bounced up and down in jolts as you struggled to let out the words that had been prodding at your mind.

“M-mommy doesn’t like cry babies.” She nodded with a hum, her eyes landing on your cunt where you sucked her in with greed. You sniffled, grasping her biceps in your hands and trying to close your legs to no avail.

“Don’t deny me, Y/N. C’mon, you’re doing so good, don’t stop now.” You muttered an apology and squeezed your eyes shut as she spread your thighs, sitting in between them so you were forced to stay in this position.

“Look at you, taking Mommy so well,” She bit her lip with hunger, missing the way your eyes roamed around her body until they landed on one spot.

“Are you my good girl? Yeah? Who’s Mommy’s good girl?” She knew it drove you crazy, every praise sent your way caused you to spiral even further, landing you in a deep head space. She made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, something you never felt until you met her.

“Me, I-I’m Mommy’s good- girl!” Her digits teased your g-spot, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as you squeezed her skin tightly under your fingertips. Your nails dug into her and drew blood, yet she loved it dearly.

“That’s right! Oh, you’re such a smart little thing, Mommy’s so proud of you.” She ushered, and even though you could barely register the words leaving her mouth, you blushed a deep red.

“You think you can take one more?” You didn’t know if she meant adding another finger or orgasm to the list, but you knew you couldn’t take either. So, you shook your head, hoping she’d finally listen and let you take a breather.

“Wrong answer, love.” She chuckled in response to your mewls. In reality, she knew you better than you knew yourself. She knew you could take it, so she continued. If you were to actually need her to stop, she would, but she knew you were too much of a dumb baby to think for yourself.

“I’m gonna need you to stay extra quiet for me now, alright? We don’t want to wake up my boys, now do we?” You shook your head which resulted in a small kiss to your temple, one that had you wanting more. If only she could just kiss your lips again, refuse to pull away until you were both breathless, that’s all you wanted.

She noticed your eyes repeating a glance between her face and her breasts that were practically screaming your name. A smirk took over her, her free hand resting beneath your neck as she eased you closer to her skin. Your lips instantly wrapped around the hardened bud as you suckled softly, moaning into her as she shuddered.

“That’s it, take all of Momma’s milk.” The change in her nickname was odd, but it only seemed to cause you to gush around her fingers even more. Your juices coated her digits the faster she moved, occasionally halting in her pace as she focused on the ache in her breasts that you were removing.

“Please, Momma..” Your hand went to her other breast as you toyed with it to your liking, enjoying the small gasps you received from her end one after the other.

“Yeah, honey? Do you- fuck-“ She cut herself off as she straddled your wobbly thigh, grinding her cunt against the soft skin as her clit throbbed.

“Do you need to cum?” She finished, ending in a nod coming from your end. She smiled breathlessly, biting her lip as a way to suppress the sweet moans pooling from beneath her lips.

“Why don’t you cum with Mommy, it would make her so happy.” Only a few moments later your orgasm came rushing through you, Wanda joining you quickly after as she painted your leg with her slick. She admired the mess she made before gathering her juices and shoving her coated fingers in your mouth. You accepted happily, still using your hands on her swollen nipples that begged for your call.

“T-thank you-“

“Shh,” She cut you off. “Go to sleep, princess, Momma’s right here.”

You jolted awake with flushed cheeks, your head turning both ways as you searched for the older woman. You sighed, realizing it was just yet another dream that resulted in you touching the same spot you imagined the woman touching.

You went downstairs to grab a drink of water, your panties soaked and tank top loose on your skin, causing your nipples to become slightly visible. You were oblivious to the woman smirking through the window aimed across from yours, slowly rubbing her clit in circles as she came to her second orgasm of the night.

Of course, she had been manipulating your dreams, how else would she get you to talk to her? You still haven’t, but she knew you were the one with fingers stuffed deep inside of you nearly every night, all while picturing it was her.

“Mom? We picked the book for bedtime story!” One of her sons knocked on the locked door, breaking Wanda out of her trance as she rushed to put on her clothing.

“I’ll be out in just a minute, honey!” She looked at her hands still covered with her slick, grinning as she imagined it was yours and took it in her mouth, moaning as it hit her tastebuds.

“Mommy can’t wait to taste you, Princess.”

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bonsaibovine · 9 months

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This is something I've been pondering for a while now and talking to a few people and getting very different answers, I would love to see the bigger picture. Please help me out here. Whether you've actually written fic isn't too important, just imagine.

Please feel free to elaborate in the tags. If the emotion fits, but the reasoning in the brackets doesn't, please chose the option anyway and correct in the tags/notes. And if you could reblog for bigger sample size, you'd make me very happy.

So here's the scenario:

You've been working on a fic for ages, it's very close to your heart, you're not far from posting it. Before you do, though, you see a fic posted in the tag, with the same or pretty similar premise.

#fandom #fan fic #writing #fic writing

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Carrying it all on your shoulders (Daniel Ricciardo)

Juggling two kids without Daniel proved to be harder than you thought

Note: english is not my first language. I don't get requests for Daniel that often, and dad!Daniel is very fun and cute to write!

my masterlist

Tw: reader's self-doubt and low self esteem associated with motherhood and parenting, exhaustion, curse words

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Y/N, are you sure you want to do it? I'll do it no problem", your colleague assured you, "even one of the interns can do it, Y/N! Seriously, go home earlier!", she offered.

"I can do it", you added, crossing over the task you had completed on your post it note and writing two more down, "Sophia just started her ballet class and Alice's nursery had a pantomime today so they're keeping the kids for a little longer", you winked at her, gathering the documents and getting ready to complete the task.

Lately, this was your routine. Drop the girls at school and nursery, head up to work, pick the girls up and drive home before homework, playtime, dinner time and then the bedtime routine. When Daniel was still home, it was usually him doing the school and nursery runs so it wasn't like it added a lot to your routine, but it requires more juggling than you initially thought.

By the time you finished the tasks, you were the only one left, shutting down your laptop and closing all of the doors once you had your belongings all packed into your bag, finally calling it a day and heading to your car.

Picking a very sleepy Alice from nursery and then a pouty Sophia from her ballet class, you tried your best to not bother the youngest one, "how was your class today, princess?", you wondered once you stopped at a red light, turning around slightly so you could look at your daughter's face.

"It was okay", she stated, remaining unusually quiet all the way back home as she looked outside the window.

"I'm going to put Alice down for a little nap and then I'll go and help you with your homework, okay?", you said to Sophia as she set her backpack down near her desk, "I don't have any today", she said, closing the door behind her as you walked to Alice's room, laying her down on the mattress and kissing the top of her head, feeling it warmer than usual.

"Oh, babygirl", you cooed, grabbing the thermometer from the medicine cubby and putting it on her ear, silently hoping it was just you.

A minute later, the result showed she was beggining to develop a fever. Sighing, you stored the thermometer in its box and got the medicine from your bathroom, grabbing the syringe to put it in her mouth when you managed to waker her up without a big fuss.

"I know you don't want this, baby", you cooed as Alice stirred in her sleep, big brown eyes looking up at you with tears welling up on them, "take this for mummy, okay?", you pleaded, "you'll feel better, my love", you said, holding her on your arms so she could fall asleep again.

The tiredness came over you pretty quickly, making you sit on the rocking chair, closing your eyes for a little bit and taking a deep breath. Because she was your second child, you didn't feel like the first time Sophia got sick. While in the first time, you ran around like a headless chicken, ready to bring her to the emergency room and messaging her pediatrician until both your parents' and Daniel's parents assured you and your husband you were doing just fine. So far, she didn't seem to bothered by it, just sleep, so you allowed yourself the moment to rest with her, rubbing her back and showering her with kisses and a good cuddle.

"Mummy?", Sophia asked, knocking on the door of her sister's room to announce she was coming in, "what are we having for dinner?", she asked, taking in the sight of you and her sister.

"Oh", you noted, not having given it much thought until that moment, "we can have spaghetti bolognese, I'll just have to boil some pasta - I think we still have some of those heart shapes pastas daddy brought home the other day -, or we could have some chicken nuggets and rice if you prefer that", you offered, thinking of the meal plan meals you had in the fridge as you didn't feel like cooking everything from scratch tonight.

"The spaghetti bolognese is fine", she whispered, coming closer to you and kissing her sister's hand, "is Alice sick?", she questioned.

"She has a bit of a fever, it's probably something she picked up from in nursery, you used to get these every now and again, too", you explained, brushing the curls away from her eyes, "she'll be fine though. Are you feeling okay, beautiful girl?", you checked with her, wanting to be prepared in case both kids came down with this bug.

"I feel fine", she assured you, kissing your cheek before she saw you get up and grabbing the sling, wrapping her sister against you, "do you want to help me with the pasta then?", you smiled, stretching your hand so she could grab it and you both could head to the kitchen.

"I'll set the plates", Sophias offered, making you kiss the top of her head as a thank you and going back to stirring the pasta while the sauce warmed up in another pot.

You ate the food in a quieter environment that usual, and while the reasonable voice in your head told you that it was due to the fact that everyone was a little tired, the snarky and mean one made you feel guilty.

As you washed up the pots and plates from dinner while Sophia spent some time watching cartoons on TV, your mind took you to the mom guilt feelings, rewinding back to all of the times in the last two weeks where you didn't spend time with either of them separately, all of the times where you had to rush to get out of the house all in one piece and all of the things you weren't doing well.

"Soph", you called, "I'm going upstairs to put Alice down, is there anything I can do for you before I go?", you wondered.

"Can I have your phone so I speak to daddy, please?", she asked, "he hasn't called today", she reasoned, "take it from my pocket, bub", you said, tuning your back to her slightly so she could retrieve the device from the denim material, "call me if you need anything, okay?", you checked with her, "okay, mummy! Night night, Alice, I love you", she waved at her sister who blew her a sloppy kiss.

Sitting down on the sofa, Sophia pressed Daniel's contact, smiling at the love heart on the contact despite having seen it many times before, "hey!", Daniel said, a little surprised to see the little girl's face instead of yours.

"Hi daddy!", she smiled, "mummy is putting Alice to sleep so I thought I'd talk to you for a bit", she said, "I have something to tell you".

"Oh, okay, tell me then", Daniel concerned, sensing that what your daughter wanted to tell him was something troubling her.

"I'm confused", she began, "do you remember that book you and mummy read to me and Alice? The one with the monster who is now doctor?", she tried as Daniel nodded.

Anna Llenas was one of your favourite authors for kids' stories and you always read them to your family. The way they spoke about their emotions and how to deal with them became a great tool to get them to talk openly about how they felt and Sophia seemed to be getting it.

"Yes, baby, what about it?", Daniel asked.

"I feel confused, because today I didn't really want to go to the ballet practice but I did it anyway", she said, "so I was really quiet and my friends noticed it, the teacher, too. And mummy, I think she's upset with me, too", she admitted.

"Well, do you remember what the turtle nurse did in the book?", Daniel questioned, "she had her first aid box full of things that make her heart feell warm and good", Sophia mumbled, "go and get it then, princess", Daniel urged.

Sophia pulled the box from under the sofa. The premise of the activity on the book as simple: the kids had to make a box full of things that helped them regulate their emotions and feelings when they felt confused, sad or anxious. While Alice was still too little to make one, Sophia loved the arts and crafts aspect of it and spent the whole afternoon with Daniel making her perfect first aid kit.

"Do you remember what we do with the bee drawing?", Daniel guided, "we take a big breath in, and then a big breath out", he exemplified, doing it three more times with her before speaking up again, "do you feel better?".

"I do, daddy", she said, fishing out something out of the box, "this is the pillow we made with mummy, she sewed it with my favourite soft fabrics", she smiled at the memory, rubbing it on her cheek, "and a picture of us, look!", she showed Daniel the frame with the picture of the first race Alice attended, the four of you in front of the motorhome with big smiles.

"That's right baby, we can also dance it out a little if you want", Daniel offered but she shook her head, showing him the empty bottle of medicine, "this is the 'No medicine', right?", she checked with him. The bottle was of course empty, but the idea was there.

"That's right! Sometimes we have to say no when we don't want to do some things", Daniel advised, remembering the story well enough without having the actual book in front of him, "to adults, we have to be more careful because there are things that we can't run from, but for your ballet classes, for example, you can say you don't want to go if you don't want to, sweetie", he told her earnestly.

"Okay daddy", she whispered, taking another deep breath with her finger following the wavy bee line on the drawing.

"Promise you'll tell me or mummy whenever that happens?", he asked, "I promise, daddy", she smiled, seeming calmer and happier now.

"That's great, Soph. I'm very proud of you for telling me that", he complimented, "Can I ask you about mummy, princess? Is she still upstairs?", he checked with her, not wanting her to think he didn't care about her anymore.

"Yes, daddy", Sophia smiled before pouting, "she's a little tired, and yesterday I think she was crying. I know I wasn't supposed to be up, but I forgot Snuggles by the door", she explained, mentioning her stuffed teddy that she loved to sleep with, "and when I went to pick it up, I heard mummy sniffling, she was doing it quietly but I heard it still", she told him.

Your daughter confirmed his suspicions. Before he left, you spoke about how you were going to handle two kids and your job, and while at the time it seemed good, the practical side of the conversation looked to be otherwise. He called everyday and he noticed you looking more tired each day, but he justified it on the adjustment. Eventually, there would be a day that you finally adapted to the routine, but that was wishful thinking.

"Soph, are you still on the phone with daddy?", you called from the corridor, loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough that it wouldn't disturb Alice in the sleep you worked so hard in getting her to.

"Hey, gorgeous", Daniel said as you appeared on the screen as Sophia handed you your phone back, "I'm going to get ready for bed, mummy, I'll wait for you when you can read my bedtime story", she smiled, kissing you cheek and saying goodbye to Daniel.

"How was your day?", he asked, "busy busy, but it's over now. Things are going at full speed. Sophia was a bit quieter when she arrived, but she seemed better - no need to rub it in that she's a daddy's girl -, and Alice has caught the bug that has been going around", you shrugged your shoulders, "her temperature is slowly cooling down, and other than that, she's fine", you sighed, "and yours?".

Daniel told you about his meetings, not wanting to pester you too much as he could sense the tiredness you felt, "I'll let you go rest, though. Have a good night, gorgeous", he blew you a kiss before your face disappeared.

Opening his laptop, he looked for a flight that would make him arrive just in time for school pick up, "I can't stay for the rest of the week", Daniel said to the members of the team on the meeting room, "Y/N and the girls need me back home, so if that's okay with you, we'll do these remotely", he half stated, looking for any signs of discontentment or disagreement.

As soon as he got the green light, he couldn't wait to finish that sponsorship content meeting, filming everything he needed to as quickly as possible before bidding goodbye to everyone, going back to the hotel room and pack everything up so he could go to the airport. A long flight away from his wife and kids and all would be well.

Alice didn't sleep all that well, and in turn neither did you, so you called in to work to let them know that you would be working from home as best as you could since your little girl was staying home for the day. Sophia seemed well that morning when you dropped her off at school, soothing your heart from the worries that had plagued you.

"It's me and you, baby girl", you said, kissing the top of her head as she slept on the sling, her fist grasping the fabric of your cardigan as you walked around the house, hoping to really settle her when you heard a car outside.

"Why does that look like daddy?", you mumbled out loud as if Alice could give you her opinion, focusing on the man walking up to the front door and giving you enough time to open it.

"Before you say anything, I had to do it and I won't go back", Daniel raised his hands once he set his luggage inside, closing the door behind him and kissing the top of your head and then Alice's as you stood there surprised.

"Danny, we didn't- I-", you tried, and as if your mouth wouldn't let you lie, the words didn't seem to come out of you.

"I came as soon as I could, and I should've come sooner", he said, "I want to be here for you as much as I can and I need to make sure my girls are okay - all three of them", he looked at you, "Soph told me she heard you crying", he stated as he got you to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Another point for the greatest mother of the year award", you chastised yourself, taking a deep breath to level out your emotions.

"No, none of that", Daniel offered sternly, "you have been juggling everything on your own and it's harder that we originally thought it would be. I'm sorry it took me so long to come", he apoligised, hands undoing the sling so he could get Alice to rest against his chest instead.

"It's been a lot - and frankly, I haven't been very good at delegating at work", you chuckled, smiling at the delicious sight of a sleeping child on Daniel's chest.

"You also need the 'No medicine' Soph has in her box", he giggled despite the seriousness of the conversation, "I can see that you haven't slept all that much, so why don't you go and have a good sleep?", he suggested, "we'll talk a little bit more about this afterwards, but you need to rest first", he said, "I'll go and pick up Sophia, so you just stay here and take care of yourself, okay?", he said, tapping your butt playfully to get you to get up and head to your bedroom.

While you caught up on sleep, Daniel tidied the house as much as he could before picking up Sophia, who excitedly ran up to her father when she saw him and his sister on the parking lot, "Is mummy with you, too?", she wondered, "no, mummy is resting at home. We are going to get some food for dinner so we can all have a cosy night in, how does that sound?", he questioned, earning cheers from her and her sister who qas thankfully feeling much better, giggling in delight as she clapped her hands.

"Who's that? That's mummy, isn't she looking pretty today, Alice? Yes, she is!", Daniel said as you walked into the kitchen, Sophia's notebook open on the table as she wrote on it, "she didn't want to leave the kitchen and I wanted to make pancakes for their snacks, so we found a middle ground", your husband justified himself.

"It's okay", you smiled, kissing everyone's cheeks and tapping Alice's nose, "well, I'm glad you're feeling better, little miss", you said.

"Also, I'm in charge of dinner. I spoke to the people on your team - I'm their boss' husband so I sort of have some power too", he joked, "and they're going to delegate the work these next few days so you can stay home to rest and just work a teeny tiny little bit. I also plan on doing the school pick ups and cooking", he smiled, proud of his plans.

"I'm okay to help, too, Daniel, really", you tried, "no need for that, like I said! I'm going to take charge of the next few days, there's no reason why I can't and it's going to be great", he giggled, "we're in this together, darling, and there's no way you're carrying this all on your shoulders".

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