#lesbian fanfiction

[wandasmistress]

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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#wandasmistress #mcu fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #lesbian #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda my beloved #lesbian wanda maximoff #lesbian fanfiction #mommy wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x you #wanda maximoff x you #tommy maximoff #billy maximoff #mommy wanda

[lqvenikki]

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

[goldribboncottage]

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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[16-lost-in-a-film-scene]

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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[abbysthighs]

Ellie might have top vibes, but I think she tops from the literal bottom. She likes watching Dina ride.

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[twinflamin]

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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[ranchracoon]

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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[letterbox-lemonade]

She is Professor Alcina Dimitrescu, your Professor…

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[zaffiri-saffici]

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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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[batllethinker]

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.

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[lupines-slash-recs]

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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[imagines-ahs]

Chapter Forty-Six: Thulian.

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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“Yes.” With her heart starting to go back to its normal speed, Wilhemina took a deep breath. She’s… out of this world. “You can help me if I get lost.”

“Always.” Billie smiled as she caressed Venable’s knee.

Always. Wilhemina bit her lower lip. I shouldn’t be in love so fast. Chuckling to herself, she turned the car on and began to drive. As they stopped at a red light, Venable reached to caress Billie’s hand. It was still astonishing to Wilhemina just how organic Billie Dean’s touch was… she was driving with someone’s hand on her knee and it felt natural. When had she ever stopped to think about that ever being a possibility in her life? The light soon turned green again. The silence between them was comfortable, with only small comments being shared until they eventually got to Billie Dean’s house.

“You remembered it perfectly,” Billie said softly as Venable began to park right in front of the mansion. With a small smile, Wilhemina nodded. Billie Dean bit her lower lip as she was suddenly reminded of the mess her house was. She’ll think I’m absolutely filthy. Billie was definitely not the most organized person in the planet, but she was far from being grimy. A weird type of nervousness crawled inside of Billie Dean. “Um,” she nervously licked her lips as they unbuckled and stepped out of the car. “Eleanor was supposed to have come yesterday, but because of the party I asked her not to…” Wilhemina eyed Billie as they walked to the huge gate, not quite understanding what she meant just yet. “It’s a bit messy,” Billie Dean added.

Oh. Venable bit her inner cheek in order to hold back a grin. Billie was worried about what she’d think of her… that was strangely sweet. “It’s okay,” she shook it off. Billie Dean’s house was Billie Dean’s house, she had nothing to do with it.

I didn’t wash the dishes and I’m sure the living room is a mess. Billie was already embarrassed, and they hadn’t even stepped inside yet. Wilhemina was so organized and had everything perfectly placed in her house, Billie Dean was sure it was going to be a contrast. Will she be less attracted to me because of it? No, that was a stupid thought… her house wasn’t even that messy, to start with. Pushing the huge front door open, Billie stepped aside for Venable to get in. “There it is.”

With her cane tapping on the marble floor, Wilhemina looked around almost in awe; not because the house was huge—it definitely was—but because it was Billie Dean’s. And it screamed Billie Dean. The couches on the living room were white leather, and all the furniture and decorations had a light palette to them, variating from blue to coral to pink. There were a few awards in a huge shelf as well as some books and pictures, and the room was bathing in natural sunlight from the huge windows it had. The pillows on the couch were far from being neatly placed though, and there was a trashcan right in the middle of the living room. Weird. In other times, Venable would have judged; would have thought about how a grown woman had the nerve to keep her house anything other than perfectly tidy. But Wilhemina had been learning a thing or two about being so strict. “It’s a gorgeous living room, indeed.”

“Why, thank you.” Billie Dean had already kicked her shoes off, stepping inside to try and make it more presentable; she grabbed the pillows and set them straight, as well as reaching for the trashcan and pushing it to the corner. “I’m sorry, they were doing my makeup for the party in here and I assumed having a trashcan was easier than allowing trash to collect.” Venable nodded. “It’s usually not that messy,” Billie harped on the same string again. “Eleanor comes three times a week, on Monday she should be here.”

“It’s okay,” Wilhemina repeated, and this time she allowed a tiny smile to lift up the corners of her lips. “It’s not that bad.”

A chuckle left Billie Dean’s cheeks as she finally let go of the pillows—they were still not perfectly placed. “You haven’t seen the kitchen.”

“Show me?”

With another chuckle, Billie nodded. She reached for Venable’s hand and guided her there. As they stepped into the room, honey eyes grew wide as she was reminded of all the frozen pizza she had eaten, for the boxes were stacked in the corner of the room near the trashcan, and two or three plates lay dirty on the sink as well as a few glasses. “I should have kept my mouth shut,” she murmured shyly.

Wilhemina would never, in a million years, accept her kitchen to look like that… good thing it wasn’t her kitchen, right? A lens of sweetness covered her eyes as she looked at the jumble. In order to live, we must create some messes. Someone had told her that a few years ago. Probably her therapist. “That’s a lot of pizza,” she commented with a smile.

“I know!” Billie used her free hand to cover her reddening cheeks. “I was sad.”A hint of sadness touched the smile on Venable’s face. She squeezed Billie Dean’s hand, but didn’t say anything. Oh shit. Billie quickly changed the focus. “Would you—would you like a glass of water? I have juice, too, and wine if you’re feeling like it.”

“I’m alright, thank you.” They hadn’t had lunch already, wine was certainly not an option.

Billie Dean pulled away to grab a glass from the counter, filling it with water. “Are you sure? I might have some soda left, too.”

“I’m positive.” Wilhemina nodded.

Billie took a sip. “If you change your mind, please let me know.”

“I will.”

Finishing her glass, Billie Dean began to guide them to her bedroom, which was upstairs. As soon as Venable eyed the stairs, her hand gripped the cane harsher. She let go of Billie’s hand and reached for the handrail, holding it tightly as she tried to follow up as fast as possible. Billie Dean frowned as the hand let go of hers, looking back only to realize what was going on. Her heart sank for a second, and she wasn’t sure she should really say anything or just let it go. Should she ask if Wilhemina needed any help? Would that be appropriate? Would she feel bad? Billie bit her lip harshly as she slowly followed up, not wanting to rush in front of Wilhemina. “Do you—do you want help?” She asked hesitantly, stopping to look back at Venable once again.

Wilhemina’s knuckles turned white as her cheeks tinted red. She shamefully shook her head, soon holding it back up and making sure her posture was as neat as always. Want. Not need. Even though it probably wasn’t a conscious choice of words, Venable appreciated it. It made her feel less small, and Gosh was she feeling small right now. “No. Thank you.” She kept on taking step by step, leaning heavily on the cane as she did so. Brown eyes avoided honey ones. How is she in love with me? I’m broken. The voice was back again. Wilhemina’s jaw tensed up.

Billie nervously licked her lips and gave Venable a nod. She continued to slowly follow upstairs, eyes closing as she felt like drowning on how uncomfortable she felt. How should she act in situations like this? Why the fuck did I have to want two floors? There was no way past Billie Dean would have known, but she still somehow martyred herself over it. I’ll have to talk about that with her, some other time. Finally arriving upstairs, Billie offered a hand to Wilhemina again. “My bed is probably a mess,” she tried, hoping to make the awkwardness go away.

Inside her mind, Venable was back at fighting with the derogatory thoughts; they bombarded her. You’re broken. You’ll never be enough for her. You don’t deserve her. She’ll soon get tired of you. Her palm no longer felt good against Billie Dean’s, all of a sudden. No no no. Stop it. She forced her fingers to wrap around Billie’s. At the comment, she smiled the best she could and shook her head, trying to bring herself out of her inner turmoil. “It’s okay.”

As they stepped into Billie Dean’s bedroom, honey eyes grew in shame at the way her covers were all messily pilled up on the bed, and a glass or two stood on her nightstand. To top it all off, a plastic bag full of used tissues hung on one of the drawers. Fuck my life. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, quickly walking to grab the bag and shoving it inside the nightstand.

Watching Billie blush because of her caused all the voices inside Wilhemina’s head to lower a notch. She bit her lower lip, smiling a little. The room was a mess alright, but it was Billie Dean’s mess. “It’s okay,” she said, yet again.

“You must think I’m a nightmare to share a house with,” Billie Dean teased. Seriously, she probably does. Her cheeks kept on tinting.

Agreeing with Billie’s statement would have been Venable’s first reaction had she not known Billie Dean’s lifestyle. How was Billie supposed to keep a house this size tidy when she barely had time to sleep? That’s why she has a maid, after all. “You work a lot.” Yes, taking the glasses to the kitchen wouldn’t hurt, and having at least a trashcan to place the plastic bag inside was common decency, but Wilhemina decided to ignore that. Because frankly, she liked Billie too much for it to carry a heavy weight.

“It was a tough week,” Billie Dean breathed out without thinking much. Venable nodded, but didn’t say anything. “After seeing all this… am I still welcome to spend the night at your place?” She teased again. With a small chuckle and with her nerves finally giving up and starting to relax, Wilhemina nodded. “Yay,” Billie chuckled back. She took a step closer to Venable and lovingly pecked her lips, lingering there for a second. A hand sneaked around her waist, holding her there. Billie Dean smiled, gently pulling away. She stared at brown eyes, hands caressing Venable’s hips . “On a more serious note,” her voice was now a bit firmer. “I’m not that messy. I mean—I’m not that messy while sharing my space. I—I respect people’s boundaries. I wouldn’t mess your place, that’s what I mean.”

She’s nearly stumbling over her words. Wilhemina didn’t think she’d ever have that effect on someone—at least not in a good way. Most people stumbled over words because they were intimidated by her. With her smile spreading timidly, she nodded. And her hand made sure to caress the soft spot where it landed on Billie’s back. “I know. I’m not worried about that.” Mostly because she hadn’t stopped to think about that yet.

Billie Dean nodded and kissed her again. Her lips were as soft as one supposed a cloud would be. “Come on,” she barely whispered as she pulled away, grabbing Venable’s hand and guiding her into the closet. Wilhemina could barely believe how many clothes she saw there, not to mention Billie had shelves just for her shoes, purses and accessories, as well as a huge full body mirror and a large vanity. Billie Dean took her to a small couch in the middle of the room, and Venable quickly took a seat. With a smile, she bent down to kiss her once more. “I’ll just change and grab a few things.”

“It’s no rush,” Wilhemina murmured against Billie’s lips. They kissed again before Billie Dean finally pulled away.

“Oh,” she back down. “Can you unzip me?” Billie turned around. “I can do it myself, but since you’re here…”

“Of course.” Reaching up, Venable carefully pulled the delicate piece south. Her fingertips burned as freckled skin appeared underneath the material, revealing more and more of Billie. She gulped, pulling away when it was done and revealing the tiniest bit of lace from Billie Dean’s underwear.

“Thank you.” Billie held the dress close to herself and got back up. She walked to a more secluded area, where Wilhemina couldn’t really see her, and discarded the dress aside. Now, only in her panties, she reached for a pair of jeans and a sweater. After getting dressed, Billie Dean walked back to the room to collect a few things. Underwear, pajamas, cigarettes, perfume, phone charger… She set everything inside a handbag, and all the while, dark brown eyes were glued on her; Venable watched Billie’s every move, eyes scanning her unabashedly, passing up and down through her body with a different kind of intention. “I’m all set,” Billie Dean turned around to Wilhemina. Her insides twisted at the look Venable had on her face. She’s been watching me. The hair that stood up on the back of her neck made a lot of sense.

“Alright.” Wilhemina licked her dry lips, reaching for her cane to get up. She finally looked away. How can someone look so good in jeans? She took a deep breath.

“I just need to find some shoes.” Billie walked to one of the shelves and reached for a pair of white sneakers. Her feet needed a break from heels. She quickly put it on and turned back around. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Venable reached for Billie Dean’s hand and they both walked out of the bedroom and to the stairs. This time, Billie quickly let go of Wilhemina to allow her to better go downstairs. It was easier to go down than up, for Venable.

When they reached the living room, Billie Dean guided them to the front door, fingers tangled with Wilhemina’s again. She could see how Venable eyed her legs from time to time, quickly looking away right after. A small smirk touched her lips. As she opened the front door and Wilhemina stepped outside, Billie allowed herself to stare at Venable’s butt for a bit longer; she bit her inner cheek and looked away to lock the door as soon as Wilhemina looked back at her. “We can order something for lunch, later,” she decided to speak so her inappropriate thoughts didn’t consume her.

“Sure,” Venable nodded. She forced herself to stop staring so much at Billie Dean, but how could she stop when that woman was wearing jeans? They walked to the huge gate and Billie stopped to set the alarm there; once she did it, they finally stepped outside. Wilhemina already reached for the car keys. “Are you hungry already?”

“No,” Billie shook her head. “Are you?”

“No.” Venable unlocked the car, but before she could reach for her door, Billie Dean was already opening it for her. Warmth made its way to her cheeks. She offered her a timid smile. “Thank you.”

Smiling brightly, Billie nodded. “Of course.” She leaned closer and pecked Wilhemina’s cheek, because she could.

Holding back a sweet chuckle, Venable got into the car. How is she real? She bit her lower lip to stop her smiling from growing too much. Billie Dean soon joined her inside, and once they buckled up Wilhemina began to drive. A hand landed on her knee, caressing it. Venable’s brown eyes fell down to it for a second, and her cheeks kept on fighting with the expanding smile. “Your nails are always so beautifully done… how do you maintain them?” she asked after a second of silence.

“Oh,” Billie Dean eyed the hand that caressed Wilhemina’s knee. “They’re gel extensions.” Venable hummed, and honey eyes noticed how she seemed to frown a little. “Every two weeks I get them done. My former agent advised me to always have my hands in order, since I talk too much with them. It’s been years since my natural nails have seen the light of day.”

Wilhemina supposed it made sense. She stared at her own nails at the wheel, and part of her felt ashamed that they were kept… natural. She always made sure her nails were clean and cut short, of course, but that was it; sometimes she dared painting them a shade of purple, but it was a rare event. “They’re beautiful.”

Billie couldn’t hold the chuckle that left her lips. She remembered, back when they barely knew each other, how Venable had commented on her nails and how she seemed to not like them. “You don’t mean it,” she teased.

With her frown growing, Wilhemina looked at Billie Dean as they stopped at a red light. “I do.”

“You don’t,” Billie laughed. “You’ve told me you didn’t like them some time ago. It’s okay, they’re not everyone’s cup of tea.” She lovingly squeezed Venable’s knee to make a point.

Damn it. Wilhemina’s cheeks tinted once again. Honesty sometimes costed a lot. “I like them, now.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“It definitely does.” Billie Dean chuckled again. The light turned green, and so Venable had to look away and to the road.

“I’m glad you do, then.” Billie squeezed Wilhemina’s leg one more time, caressing it.

Venable chewed on her bottom lip as she thought. “I suppose I’ve grown used to them… they compliment you.” And they do look sexy. She kept that part to herself.

Billie Dean hummed. She looked at her own hand again, examining the nails. “Like the purple with you.”

“You didn’t like the purple back then?” The question flew from Wilhemina’s lips before she could really think about it.

Billie Dean’s eyes grew in size. She looked at Venable even though brown eyes kept glued on the road. “No, I did. That’s not what I meant.”

I didn’t like the nails, she didn’t like the purple. Insecurity crawled inside Wilhemina, even though it made no sense; Billie didn’t have to like every single part of her life… right? I don’t like her any less because she smokes. But Billie Dean was Billie Dean, Billie Dean was beautiful and perfect and had every single aspect of her life in place. Venable was no Billie Dean.

“Hey,” Billie’s soft tone cut through Wilhemina’s inner turmoil. She squeezed her knee again. She’s ashamed. “All I meant is that I’ve grown used to the purple, too. And that it compliments you well. I’ve always been fond of it.” Venable nodded. She gulped as the light turned red again. Brown eyes hesitated, but moved to honey ones. Billie Dean offered her a small smile, warm and comforting as always. And then she leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I love the purple,” she repeated, just to make sure.

With her inner cheek trapped between her teeth, Wilhemina opened a timid smile. She nodded, yet again. “I love the coral,” she said shyly, and the smile that graced Billie’s face was so damn beautiful Venable was afraid she was about to melt. The light changed colors again, and so Wilhemina forced herself to look away. One of her hands, however, reached to squeeze Billie’s.

In no more than twenty minutes, Venable was already parking at her garage. They both got out of the car, Billie Dean with her bag in hand. Wilhemina reached for her keys and opened the door, allowing Billie to step inside first. As she walked by Venable, Billie Dean reached to caress her waist, watching as Purpura meowed and came running to greet them at the door.

“Hi, cutie,” Billie said softly. Purpura watched Billie Dean but didn’t lean closer to her legs.

The hand around her waist felt good. Almost too good. Wilhemina smiled at the cat and turned to close the door. “She’s used to pets first thing when I get home.”

“I can see that.” Honey eyes watched the way the cat leaned against the corner table, rubbing her back against it.

“She’s very spoiled,” Venable commented sweetly as she carefully took off her shoes and set them aside. Billie quickly did the same. Then, they walked to the couch. Only then Wilhemina took notice of the fact she was pretty sure she had never seen Billie Dean with anything other than heels. The white sneakers didn’t make her any less classy.

“I think that’s adorable.” As soon as they sat down, Purpura jumped up and to Venable’s lap.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Wilhemina chuckled. She set her cane aside and caressed between the cat’s ears. Loud purrs filled the room.

Smiling to herself, Billie Dean reached to caress Purpura on top of her sweater. The cat leaned closer to her. “Is it good?” A tiny meow was heard. Billie gasped as Venable let out a laugh.

“I think it is.”

“She’s so smart.”

Wilhemina nodded, fingers still caressing the cat’s skin. After a minute or two, she looked at Billie. Her lower lip got trapped between her teeth as she watched the way honey eyes were so lovingly glued to the cat. I’d love to paint her. Venable could trace Billie Dean’s features with her eyes so perfectly well; she could see where she’d add shade and volume, which colors she would mix to match the shade of her silky hair and cherry lips. “Would you allow me to paint you sometime?”

Billie blinked softly as she looked at Wilhemina. “Paint me?”

Venable nodded. “As a reference.”

With her cheeks gaining a bit of color, Billie Dean nodded back. “Yes.” Why was that so romantic? The idea of having Wilhemina staring at her every single detail for hours had the hair on the back of her neck standing up. Billie used her free hand to reach for Venable’s knee, caressing it. Purpura now jumped off of Wilhemina’s lap and walked to the kitchen. “That’s so sweet of you…”

“What is?” Venable had trouble understanding; Billie Dean was the one who agreed to an idea of hers, after all.

“You, wanting to paint me.”

“Oh.” Wilhemina hadn’t stopped to think about the possibility of it coming off as weird. But it suddenly popped into her mind that it could be. “I mean—only if you feel comfortable.”

“I do,” Billie Dean quickly said. She squeezed Venable’s knee again, and this time a hand tangled with hers. Wilhemina caressed her fingers. “I just find it such a lovely thing, that you would want to paint me.”

“You’re beautiful,” Venable simply said. Because it was true, and because she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of staring at her.

With her cheeks tinting even more, a shy cackle left Billie’s lips. Her eyes moved away from brown ones before coming back again. “So are you… unfortunately, all I can draw are stick figures.”

With a small laugh, Venable shook her head. She’d have to draw a crooked one. The thought came flying with no warnings, although more of that kind had been lingering in the back of her head ever since she had to face the stairs. Wilhemina gulped and shoved it aside. “I bet they’re lovely.”

“I can make a purple one for you.” Playfully, Billie Dean winked. And it was just so damn pure to be able to enjoy another person like that; with no worries, with no fears. Venable didn’t hold back the laugh that left her lips, and Billie just stared and stared at that woman nonstop, wanting to remember every single detail of her features when she was happy.

“I think that works.”

“Me too,” Billie’s voice was considerably softer, now. Brown eyes moved to hers, almond in shape from smiling. Billie Dean smiled back and reached to caress one of Wilhemina’s cheeks with her free hand. They stared at each other. “I think my grandma would have loved you,” she said after what seemed to be ages.

With a frown reaching her features, Venable licked her suddenly dry lips. “How so?” she asked, voice as soft as Billie’s.

With a small shrug, Billie Dean now played with a lock of red hair. “I just know she would.” Billie’s grandmother had been the only person to believe in her when she said she could contact the other side—and to really believe her, not only after she began getting recognized. Granted, Billie Dean had gotten her gift from someone, and that someone had been her grandmother. I miss her. “She was the first one I opened up to about my sexuality… the first one I told about my gift… she would have loved you,” she repeated.

Blinking softly, Venable found herself a little lost on the emotions that invaded her. How was it like to have someone you could trust like that? But also… how was it like to lose someone like that? Wilhemina would usually roll her eyes and ignore the subject when people started talking about their family, for it was too painful. But Billie Dean’s family seemed worth the pain. “I’m sure she was lovely.” If Billie talked that highly about her, Venable had no reasons to believe otherwise. I feel weird.

“She was.” A small smile touched Billie Dean’s lips. “I can see her as clear as day, crocheting you a purple sweater… hugging you so tightly your arms would hurt.” Billie chuckled faintly, eyes far away. “She would love to talk to you about wine… about books, or art, or anything you wanted to talk about. She would love your hair… and how you smell, and how you carry yourself…”

Venable gulped softly. Billie Dean’s words carried so much adoration, yet so much pain… she had never seen her like that. Yet, Wilhemina herself grew with new emotions once again, and she wondered how to deal with them, what to do with them. She tried picturing a woman who could be Billie’s grandmother, but all she could think about were the old ladies who locked her at her bedroom when it was bedtime. Someone so important to Billie Dean certainly wouldn’t be like that. Her chest grew tight—but not because of anxiety, this time. But because of something she didn’t know.

“She really would have loved you,” Billie repeated once again, thus breaking Venable’s train of thoughts. She blinked once and let go of Wilhemina’s hair, leaning closer to kiss her on the forehead. I’m not ready to talk about her yet. Billie Dean didn’t know why she had brought her grandmother up, out of nowhere. She thought about her every single day, but the wound was still not healed enough. And she didn’t want to bring their mood down, for they already had quite a lot on their plate. Shaking the nostalgia off, Billie pulled away and smiled at Wilhemina, whom stared at her with eyes as wide and concentrated as a puppy’s. She’s adorable. “I’m starting to grow hungry…”

Change of subjects. Venable supposed Billie Dean would open up more when she felt ready. Doing her best to shift her internal dynamics, she nodded and leaned to peck her lips once. How would my grandmother be like? She would never find out… she would never know if her family would have loved Billie Dean, if her mother would have been happy for her, if her father would have grown protective. I’m alone. She knew that, but being reminded of it was a different story. “We can order.” Clearing her throat in order to clear her mind, Wilhemina reached for her phone inside her pocket. Billie Dean snuggled closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, caressing it. I’m glad she has a family.

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[eile24downtown]

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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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[bitkahuna]

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.

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[queerfics]

[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."

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[abbysthighs]

They're so cute! Also here's another excuse for me to brag about having an amazing girlfriend.

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