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➺ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : vanessa shelly ✗ fem!reader

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➺ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 : SMUT! porn with minor plot, dom!Vanessa, sub!reader, semi car sex, semi public sex, multiple ish orgasms, degradation (?), cuff usage, tie/choking, edging, overstimulation, cunnilingus, penetration, strap!sex, vibrator toy, fingering, begging, whimpering, nipple play, mentions of reader touching herself, usage of ‘good girl’, maybe small glimpses of dark Vanessa? ( look idk — I got carried away per say?)

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➺ 𝐚.𝐧 : so — again, I may have gotten carried away, maybe this is scattered all over the place…maybe not — I just dumped and specified and picked through a few old ideas I’ve had — Vanessa needs supremacy … just enjoy because I don’t know what to say !

“Do you really think the cop's gonna let you off the hook this time ?” Childhood best friend, Mike Schmidt, wearily queries, a twitch of what seems to be a teasing smile playing across his face. “She has told you multiple times to let her know when you’re going out.”

An exhale of irritation — more so a whine — drags out of your throat, mortification seeping throughout your body, evident on your face as the blood boils the flesh of your cheeks. It was embarrassing, how he had the full knowledge of what lay behind his words that pointed directly to a certain someone. That embarrassment only worsened as little Abby’s focus pulled away from the current game board you three had been participating in –the three currently sitting on a carpeted ground in a hallway during Mike’s working shift in the mall, ignoring and oblivious to the stares thrown your way as people walked past you guys– her cheerful voice chirping through, “Why ? What’s Vanessa going to do to you ? And besides, you always hang out with us, so it’s not like she’s gonna cuff or lock you up.”

Sweet, clueless, innocent Abby. Oh, how you wished to be her in this moment, unaware of the impurities of this world. It didn’t make it better when her brother’s smile widened, a rare sound of a laugh bubbling up his throat before jutting his chin up and down, “Yeah, Y/N. It’s not like she’s going to punish you.”

The firmness punctured in that very word earned him the sharpest glare you could muster, but he didn’t seem bothered whatsoever, simply sinking back into the wall behind him with his arms loosely folded across his chest.

“Shut. Up.” You hiss out, eyes occasionally straying to the phone hanging above Mike’s head, pondering whether or not you should finally pick up. Hoping that if they saw you focused on something, they’d stop asking or suggesting things you didn’t want to think about at the moment. But this was Mike, despite him coming off as quiet and ‘monotone’ around others, he, to put it bluntly, was a pain in the ass when it came to pushing your buttons just for the fun of it, and as for Abby, she was oblivious to the situation and to your slight discomfort regarding it.

Mike’s hazel irises glimmer in mirth, closing and a deep sigh follows, “Start saying your prayers for Y/N, Abbs. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to make it — better yet start saying your goodbyes, yea— ow!” The sudden feel of a game item hitting his temple disrupts his speech, thrown by none other than you.

“Shush, Schmidt. Otherwise a few things you wouldn’t like me to drop are going to be mentioned.” A tinge of concealed laughter leaves you, reaching for another game piece, your threatening gaze meeting his glower while he soothes the small sting near his brow.

“Hey ! If you’re gonna play, play properly ! And if you’re gonna have a conversation in front of me, have one that makes sense !” scolds Abby, big brown eyes forming in the mixture of both your stares, darting between the two of you. “Y/N, it’s your turn.”

Chuckling softly at her expression you do as told, not wanting to encourage anymore of Mike’s remarks or keep the poor girl in the dark. He seems to get the message, for he only sighs and silently agrees with you, taking his turn after you. A few active hours pass, Abby taking advantage of both her brother and your simulated confusion to the rules specified within this game, easily and very proudly taking her place as the winner and master of it.

Though you didn’t mind, because the sight of the little girl’s face glowing with such joy brought a sense of ease within you. You’re aware of the difficult journey they’d both been through, yet if you were to say, witnessing the small moments of her happiness made it all worthwhile.

And Mike, the one who had to endure through it all, known for his frequency of discomposure and restlessness, was having one of those distinct moments of tranquility, a sight of rarity indeed. But a clear sign that they were making significant progress, and that brought a surge of immense happiness for them both.

However Vanessa diversely…was not. Her happiness had perished, and the cause for it was none other than you. She’d made it comprehensible the day you chose to leave without mentioning it so. A sliver of ambition you held onto, wishing she took the past few days to simmer down.

Taking a quick glance towards the clock on the other side of the place, you decide it’s best to finally pick up the phone, inhaling a sharp breath of steadiness. “Mind if I check for any voice mails…or current calls?” You meekly ask Mike. This he briefly smiles at, palms planting over his knees before pushing himself up and stares at Abby.

“Alright Abbs, it’s time to start gathering your stuff.” A cute pout was quick to form, deep frown accentuating it as she whines in protest though he cuts her off before she can proceed. “ –If you listen, I promise to bring you again AND get you some ice cream. Only if you listen.”

Her mouth forms a cute ‘o’, wide eyes going between you and Mike. Her stare stayed on you for a bit longer, sending you the quiet yet loud message, “Is he being serious ?”

Shrugging, you grinned unsure of what he was planning but responded, “Listen and you’ll find out.”

With that she beams, shouting and “okay” while quickly, but very clumsily so, picks up after herself, and speeds to the near hallway where there’s the security room and a private restroom. Silence falls upon you both, a smirk on his face as he gives you a nod of approval to pick up the phone. “Don’t want her listening to whatever nonsense Vanessa left you.”

You throw him a false smile as he walks towards you, arms crossing over his chest but by the way his shoulders hunch and his neck cranes forward, you could tell he was anticipating to hear as much as you were about to. “Mike, get outta my business.”

He hums in response, “you’re using and costing me my job by letting your girl leave stuff on this thing that’s not even mine. The least I get is an ear in this, yeah?” He sends you one of his lopsided smiles and raised brow, a look you knew that if any other girl had witnessed such, they’d fall immediately for his words and stupidly adorable charisma. It may even work slightly on you in the adorable department, but for your sake you wouldn’t dare admit it.

Instead you only answer him with an eye roll and a few grumbled words under your breath as your finger punctures against the digits, ignoring his look of victory. You were met with a handful of messages by Officer Shelly, voice clear and audible for the both of you to hear. It is enough for Mike’s head to turn your way, brow hitched, “Well, I stand by what I said. Abby better start praying because you really are getting it this time.”

You scoff, picking up the phone and starting to dial her number, “I’m not getting anything this time. Vanessa just… she’s been busy and wants to talk, is all.”

He snorts, “Sure, Vanessa just wants to ‘talk’. Do those messages seem like she just wants to talk, Y/N ? Or are we not hearing the same thing — jeesh you both are gayer than I thought.” His smirk widens, staring at you from the corner of his eye. “Hope you limbered up.”

A frown draws upon your brows when you’re greeted by nothing but straight to voicemail, questioning if she was at home or not at this hour. Did she have a working shift going on right now ? Did this mean wishing you should’ve limbered up before you decide to head home wasn’t necessary because she wasn’t going to be there ? Now you’ll never admit it, but his words held truth about Vanessa, and that wish you thought wasn’t convenient suddenly increased as another message came in.

“Please be safe and don’t be out too late,” turned into “Y/N you said you’d answer right away but you’re not doing so,” and “Are you sure you want to take this route with me ? Because I don’t think you’re going to enjoy the outcome, now.” and “I’m not taking it easy with you. Hope you’re prepared for the consequences.”

This Mike holds back his laughter at, a rare sight of his teeth gleaming your way, watching how the chews on your lower lip become more aggressive and your chest heaves with each nervous breath.

You’d long forgotten of the beeper she’d gifted you with, a rapid fire of pings vibrating through it. The last message holds a curt tone, words short yet impactful, “expect me to be there in ten.”

Ten already terminated, and right when you two share a glance, a hard single knock meets the front door. You tear away from the phone, eyes practically bulging out while frantically looking around the mall, searching for a store that didn’t have the gates closed down. You’re not even certain what it is you’re looking for, maybe just an act of stalling before coming face to face with your lover.

But of course, Mike cuts your thoughts off, “don’t even think about it. It’s almost clothing time, and I gotta get my and Abby’s stuff gathered.” Letting out a groan, you reluctantly agree, “Can I at least say bye to Abby ? I need a little luck before I go.” He chuckles lightly while nodding knowing you just might need it, walking out of the hall. “Go ahead. I’ll be walking around to make sure everything’s good— ”

“ —Thanks, you’re the best!” hearing his small grumble, you’re quick to run off to Mike’s sort of office only to see her in what might seem a confusing mess of blankets and sweaters tangled together but was actually an effort of fort for Abby which she enjoyed making. She’s scribbling in a sketchpad you’d given her, pulling through her vivid imagination and creating colorful, wondrous and maybe even questionable images. But of course, she wasn’t anywhere near collecting her stuff seeing as her colors and snacks were scattered everywhere. “I thought you wanted ice cream ?” You question, head tilting against the doorframe.

The blue crayon in her hand comes to a halt, head lifting to stare at you. The sight of her eyes suddenly pooled with tears, causes you to become shocked and very concerned. “Abby what’s wrong, honey ?” You quickly walk over to her, crouching beside her and laying a palm over cheek. “I thought Vanessa wasn’t going to punish you !”

Your mouth hangs wide open, eyes nearly popping out of your eye sockets at her bursting wail. “W-what ?!” You blur out, trying to process what she meant. “I heard the message she left you ! The phone in here repeated a few of t-them. T-that you’re going to suffer the consequences—” her arms flew around your shoulders, legs clinging around you that it almost caused you to stumble down and bring the “fort” down as well — almost . The contact caught you off guard, hand slowly coming to rub her back in comfort while trying to find the right mind in whether to laugh hysterically, cry from the embarrassment, put it out there simple and truthful, or just stay silent for both your souls.

You decide to settle for comfort, however, rocking the oversized baby in your arms, “N-no, Abbs. It’s a misunderstanding — Vanessa is incapable of hurting me, you should know this!” Your cheek leans into her head, the brown locks ruffling against your skin as she presses even closer toward you. “It’s just…” you struggle to find the correct words, quick to add, “a game! We’re just playing a game, alright, no harm done there, yeah?”

She slowly pulls back, pondering while setting her chin between her fingers. “I guess not … but then again when we were playing, you did kinda harm Mike.” you chuckle knowing what she was referring to and rose a thin to stroke away her tear stained cheeks, “you know how me and your brother mess around, Abby. I’d never intentionally hurt him, y’know?” She shrugs but nods in agreement, nose scrunching as a few sniffles leave her. “ ‘s she coming?”

You nod, “she 's gonna to pick me up…I think. But uh, I came to say bye to you just to see you not ready! C’mon, big girl,” you stifle a grunt as you try picking her up while standing fully to your height, using your strength to playfully throw her on a tiny, very rusty couch, giggles erupting out of her chest before shooting out. “First I wanna see her though. Then I’ll get ready—”

“No, first get ready, then you’ll see her.” You retort, shooting her a pointed look. “Otherwise Mike won’t agree to your ice cream.” You peck the top of her head, smiling at her pout as she goes over to get her backpack and sweater. You make a halt in the middle of the doorway when she exclaims, “wait for me!”

As you wait outside, you try replaying the messages she’d left, trying to pinpoint the exact moment she began to…per say lose her shit. “Alright! Here I come!” You chuckle as Abby jumps out with her too large backpack, tiny hand enveloped in yours as she practically drags you through and out the room

Inhaling sharply, you mentally prepare yourself for what’s next. But to your surprise —along with confusion and maybe a little relief — she isn’t anywhere in sight, only seeing Mike standing near the main doors, fingers threading through his tangled locks. “She’s waiting outside. Says you better hurry up ‘fore she comes and takes you by law’s force.” His voice and what you pray his words tinge a jestfulness in them, but you’d been around long enough to identify his coltish behavior.

Abby, on the other hand, recalling the freshly previous events, clings onto your arm to which you yelp at, wide orbs turning into slits are thrown her brother’s way, “She’s not getting anywhere near Y/N/N if she’s gonna be mean.” Mike’s brows shoot up and he looks at you baffled but you only mouth the words, “i’ll explain later.”

You give her a hushed reassurance, one you try giving but failing to do so to yourself – pulling her along, unaware of the quiet argument suddenly sprouting between the two children for you’re too caught up. (Mike is considered a child in your book during moments like these with Abby) “Alright! Well then,” you feignly beam, absentmindedly encasing the siblings into a nerve-wrecking, shockingly tight hug, “have a good night! Actually do pray for me –” you mutter only for Mike’s ears, “And enjoy your ice cream tomorrow, ‘kay?” you smile down at the girl who sighs and nods, wrapping herself around you once more. “If you need saving, you know my number. Mike won’t hesitate in getting the cops on her.” You chuckle at her statement, ruffling her hair. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mike’s leg extends towards the automatically opening doors, palm slowly reaching out as well with the motion. Cautiously and so almost quietly, he turns it and right before he takes two full steps, he tosses you a ‘heads up’ and ‘good luck, because i know you’re going to be limping for the next few days…weeks, and if luck isn’t accompanying you, months’ glance, Abby distressfully stares between you and the soon-to-be-open door, gripping your hand, and you only consume the thickest, most painful gulp down your now parched throat. You all take a few steps in perfect synchronization, the night’s cool wind hitting your now very confused faces to why there's quite a few people huddled out a few inches in front of you, clear and loud whispers being heard.

“Why is she standing here ? She’s been here in the same spot since the morning –Is there a criminal inside?”

“It’s probably that cute security guard – seems fishy.”

“Think she’s waiting for her boyfriend ? Maybe…girl?”

“ Well someone has to tell her to go – the place is closed.”

“She’s a literate cop, idiot. She can leave if she wants to.”

“Why she kinda…”

“Don’t mind fuck with the law, Stacy.”

Mike’s scrunched up face from the security guard comment morphs into a grin, bringing his fist to his mouth as he coughs out a laugh. Abby only clings onto you while you make your way through, pulse escalating with every step.

And there she is, Vanessa Shelly, an eerie mystery fluctuating her atmosphere for inexplicable reasons you still had yet to discover, leaning against the passenger door of her vehicle under the sky’s darkness.

There’s a vague crease between her brows, a visible sigh heaving past her pretty pink lips as she inspects something blurred black that you can’t quite make out. Yet the sight of her makes your heartbeat quicken its pace, tongue subconsciously dragging across your lower lip. While you admit the past couple days had been nothing but great fun, you didn’t deny how much you really missed her.

“You missed me, huh? If you did, you could’ve stayed to prove it. Maybe answer my calls.” You already felt the words before they could even be spoken. You practically patently see them written upon her face as her head rolls up with a slight tilt.

‘Stunningly gorgeous’ is what you thought when laying eyes on Vanessa for the very first time, always lumbering when getting to look at her. The view you’re gifted with has your knees nearly buckling, the realization of how much you missed her more than you ever imagined rushing through you.

Her golden hair is in its occasional recede of a ponytail, and while she always sports that forsaken sexy uniform, this time’s different. What would be inappropriate for a cop — is a flash of smooth skin peeking from the dangerously low and unbuttoning of her usual dress shirt. And her tie, the very tie you use to pull her into a kiss, had been discarded from that pretty neck of hers and is now fisted in the palm of her hand. You have the perfect idea of why it’s there, and the notion alone has your stomach curling with a sensation.

The sudden flicker of her eyes makes their emerald color bolder, darker, vivid when she’s wordlessly glaring at you. You can feel it rolling off her in hazed waves.

‘I was still in the same state, same town, same location. It’s not like I dipped and left her literally. Get it together.” You remind yourself, try to convince yourself that you’re overthinking it, that it’s just a sweet, torturing hallucination of her still being upset.

But the single gesture of her forefinger rising and motioning for you to come her way while the fingers of her other hand, still wrapped around the black fabric, make a steady rhythm against the metal of her car, and a shiny black shoe taps over the concrete beneath her spoke otherwise. Crap.

You freeze, being pulled into a trance from the furious strike in her green orbs. You’re about to take a step forward but realize Abby’s still holding onto you and with that you retreat back, forgetting about the little girl’s slightly overprotective manner, and Vanessa could only grin.

A single view that makes a jolt pulse down between the center of your legs, your already damped panties moistening much more when her tongue lolls out of her mouth, the pink muscle she’s gifted with smoothly grazing along the gleaming surface of her teeth. Her gaze caresses your face — precious and perfect for her, meek but trying to uphold boldness — and slowly lingers down your body, undressing, stripping you bare in the middle of a crowd in front of a mall and a freaking 9 year old without any shame in her system.

The heat of her gaze simmers you when her chin snaps back up to meet your face again, grin stretching out a bit too wide for your likings. Predacious and so very thrilled while aiming straight at you.

A low whistle flies out of Mike’s lungs and Abby’s grip around you tightens impossibly more, snapping you back into reality. “Well you are most definitely,” You tear your eyes from Vanessa (you’ll soon regret it—) and snap them towards Mike, quickly shaking your head and warning him to not finish those words in front of Abby who’s currently now on the verge of tears and confronting a cop. He widens his eyes, mouth pursing and fakes a smile, “NOT in trouble. I hope you have a good time at home, friend.”

“Really, asshole?” Is what your expression yells as he tries pulling Abby away from you but she fights back, whining in protest. You stop her mid-tantrum however, sliding a hand over her flushed cheek and smile down at her, “it’s alright, Abbs. I’ll come by and see you tomorrow to prove that I’m alright, okay?”

She glares hard at you, her tears bringing those cute eyes’ shape even more while her chin props over your stomach. “Promise ?” You chuckle, smoothing down her bangs before keeping your palm there for a second, teasingly pressing down. “Promise.”

She releases you, retreating into Mike who throws you a look and taps you on the shoulder. “Call me.” He mouths, glancing at Vanessa and you can see the visible shiver shuttering his shoulders. “C‘mon Abby. Bye, Y/N, safe night.”

They turn the other way to leave, Mike saying a swift “hey” towards Vanessa while Abby’s in what may be a stare down going on between them, the older woman’s eyes holding mirth while the girl’s hold nothing but venom. She chuckled, turning back to look at you with a quirk marking her lips. The slow, measured taps her fingertips make didn’t stop the panic from rising as you get closer.

She pushes herself off the police car, much to the relief of the people who still hovers around.

She saunters your way, hips hugged in those black trousers and waist high from that black belt accentuating them in a way that leaves you senseless. Despite the minor height differences, her forehead nearly brushes yours, shining verdant irises capture your own broad ones and your breathing draws back. Thoughts vacate from your pretty head when her grin morphs into a smirk, slow and devious. Retribution. Reckoning. Punishment.

“Hi, Nessy!” The words choke out very hitch pitched and wonky. As if second nature, your hands automatically go to the front of her pants, fingers hooking onto the smooth buckle while inspecting the golden badge shining on her chest as if it’s the most interesting thing yet, as if you’ve never seen it before, meekly glancing up at her through the curtain of your lashes. But when your gaze falls back down to her badge, you notice something. It’s the pucker outlined from her light colored shirt, the visible plump and fullness of her breasts liberated from any under garment, hypnotizing you with every breath heaving them up from your bulging eyes and now salivating mouth.

Adorable. She thinks, content hum resonating through her body. And good. She should be worried.

“Y’know it’s against the law to be trespassing on public property when’s already closed,” she announces loud and firm, staring hard into your eyes before she brushes forward, chest caressing yours while tilting her chin up the way she always does when she’s in consequential, sexy cop mode that sends another jolt down your pants and continues speaking, “including loitering. Now I’m not much to pry on that law, but I will do much more than that if you continue staring into what doesn’t concern you.” her smirk turns into a tight line, eyes sweeping across each person. “Leave before you too get a punishment,” her hands encase your wrists as a mimic of handcuffs before releasing, “and not in the way this one’s about to get.”

Her low chuckle fans across your mouth at the small curse word leaving you, not sparing a care to those urgently walking past you both. “I’ve had a lot of time to think of what I was gonna do to you when you got back,” her fingers curl around the curve of your hips, tugging you in until they are against her own and her mouth hovers over yours to inhale the sharp breath you let out.

“I really hope the fun was worth it.” Her lush lips slip perfectly between yours with each word, slurred tone rumbling to your core.

Fuck.

“Vanessa, baby, it was only a few days, nothing major—” you weakly retort while being unable to stop your hands from sliding to her back, fingers pressing and dragging down the blue material of her shirt.

Raw heat radiates from you both, the combination of her fragrance and yours wafting, mingling around you in such an overwhelming way that nearly dries you deliriously, the scent far too much as she inches closer to your body. Seconds tick by faster yet the minutes seem to slow down as you let out puffs of air, the ability to breathe with her so close becoming so difficult.

Her brow quirks up, those green irises striking as if challenge, as if daring you to repeat yourself and for your sake, you don’t.

“A few days” is what the outlines of her mouth annunciate silently, repeating the words a few more times while glancing at the necklace accentuating your collarbones — wrestling with the thought of replacing it right there with the fabric of her tie and have you beg for forgiveness in the middle of the space — her grip on you tightens, painfully but oddly arousing leading to your forearms. You know you fucked up now with your statement as she sports a look that not only screams livid but offended.

Your ability to get out is pathetic, how could you when her delicious breath becomes yours, when everything within your system seemingly about to crash as your blood roared loudly in your ears?

You can tell by the sudden action of her switching positions with you, the back of your body now facing her car, pressing you firmly against its side. “only a few days?” She says aloud, her hand without the tie reaching behind her, the sound of a few clinks being heard as she tries shuffling for something. The look in her eyes becomes more deviant by the second, and their color somehow becomes darker when she cranes closer, the curve of your head pressing against the upper rim of her car and back slightly arching against it.

Her hand comes into view for a blur moment that you can’t make out when it dips into the waistband of your lower attire. “Vanessa,” you hiss out, a warning that made her grin widen. Your gaze is frantic around as a few people —employers— are going around you as they try and make their way out, no one questioning or daring to look at you for more than 2 seconds. To anyone else, it may look sweet, maybe two lovers are very comfortable with PDA. Anything but, Vanessa shifts closer, molding herself into you so that her touch snakes down, something tiny, cold and firm nearly close to being placed between your slick folds.

Glancing down, her brows slightly rise at the building mess between your legs, clinging to the skin of her fingers. Her grin never ceases, especially at the slight whine meeting her ear when her fingers stroke over, nestling the small bullet to your clit. Leaning her head back, she pulls away and takes a step. “You’re smart enough to remember your words now, hon.”

It’s a knowing threat and an anticipating promise all twined in one, locked with a soft kiss on your lips. With her finger hooking over the gold around your neck, she yanks it off, a few beads falling to the ground and your gasp follows the tiny sounds. “W-wha— Vanessa that was my favorite one—” Your yell is cut short when the dark fabric is sliding down your head and falling around your neck, tightening with the harsh tugs she gives.

“Quiet. You’re in no place to argue right now.” That sharp and authority voice is back, whines roll and rumble in your throat, eyes shutting for a moment as her lips stroke across yours. The second it’s just you two, it's fast and urgent how she moves against you, how sinfully wet it is as she laps up the lingering taste of your mouth, the strong and addicting flavor that is solely you as she slots you up, palming your ass closer.

Your head slants whenever she pulls away for a slight moment. Instantly coiling her fingers into your hair, her grip strong whenever she was overwhelmed by you, how there was nothing sweet or soft with this kiss but hard, overwhelming, claiming. When you suck in a sharp breath, she takes advantage in deepening the kiss; every stroke of her tongue was felt in every shiver erupting over your skin, in the inexplicable heaviness in your chest, the curling and tightening sensation below your navel as her fingers tightened around the base of your throat along with the tie, how her teeth sink hard into your lower lip in warning when your hands travel farther down, reminding you this isn’t for your pleasure. Not yet.

“A few days huh…” she sighs, the pads of her index fingers pressing behind your ears and thumbs resting over the soft structure of your jawline, stroking the skin there. Your upper lip slots between hers, the combination of both your saliva glazing over it as she suckles it, tasting, inhaling before her tongue dips into your mouth with a soft moan that makes you feel more than hear: “I love you.”

She breaks away when your arms start wrapping around her waist, thumb stroking over your glossy lip, “a few fucking days without you. Do you have any how hurt I was when you left me, Y/N?” She grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. She hums at the regret and bliss flashing your face when her hips pushed against yours.

Swallowing thickly, you feel blood rising up your neck, arousal dripping straight down your cunt. Her fingers pressing against your cheek gently, grinning widely. You didn’t move nor speak, simply waiting for what she did next. The sound of your heart drum filled your ears, tiny tremors racking your hands and legs.

She watches as your eyes flicker across her features, the desperation absorbing them as it hits you she’s planning to torture you in ways you couldn’t imagine yet. The longer you watch the glint in her eyes intensify and smirk spiral, the more anxious and wanting you become.

Sighing deeply at your amusing silence, her hand goes behind you, fingers tugging the door open as you’re gently pushed into the car. “You’re about to learn.” The words were too hushed yet you hear them clear, right before you feel the harsh vibrations on your clit. Brows high, lips ajar in the state of shock you catch a glimpse of her finger pressing over a tiny black remote in her hold as she walks in front of the car, the intensity between your legs increasing.

“S-sh—V-vanessa!” The drive to her house was a torturous blur because of how she kept bringing you to the edge, only to take your impending orgasm away over and over again while your hips jerk beneath the shaking sensations of the small toy. It didn’t help when her palm occasionally fell over your thigh, thumb straying and encircling painfully near your clothed core.

A sexual frenzy warped your mind, legs thrashing and heart stuttering hard against your ribcage, she continued teasing you with every stroke and pulse, Though with each passing moment, she seems unfazed by your sounds and movements while her gaze stayed fixated on the road ahead of her. It’d been maddening to crash, for her being a cop and all, yet it was more maddening with the way she plays with you, toying with your emotions. you feel a surge of frustration rising within you, a fire that threatens if you didn't do something about it. Everything she did and said was as a sharp dagger, cutting deep into your heart and making you ache with desire, orgasm dangled right before your eyes just for it to be painfully torn away.

She knows your body well, every twitch, every reaction, every rigid movement, how your jawline trembles with each fallen moan. “need a hand, doll?” She had reached over, stuffing two fingers within the built up puddle between your legs, slow, restraint, barely satisfying the ache you had there in the unfulfilled purpose of letting you come. You clenched, swallowing those long digits while before she abruptly pulls them out off your abused pussy, dragging out translucent strings of your oozed cum with it. It seeped on the material of the seat, a dark chuckle bellowed from deep within her throat,

“not yet.” is what she murmurs around the tips of her fingers while they smear and gloss her pink lips, tongue striding up your juices so sensually and fucking teasing it makes you whine all over again, longing to get out of this damn car when she pulls you by the tie and teases your mouth with her languid tongue in front of a red light.

Finally, fucking finally, you make it to the driveway, and she can’t help but smile at your glistening eyes, the rapid pants rising up your chest as she opens the door for you and tugs you out. “Nessy, baby, please forgive me— I love you so much and missed you and remember you told me to not—” she cuts you off with a low chuckle, head shaking as you cling to her while stopping in front of her car. “Vanessa, you told me to keep myself occupied and distracted so I can have some me time and—“ your voice tapers when the back of your knees meet the front of the vehicle. She glowers at you, a pout puckering that mouth of hers in a clear message for you to shrink back and not make this any worse.

She pushes you backward, hands looping around your inner thighs. “Keep them wide and open for me.” You have no other choice but to give into the command and your unsteady balance, back meeting the cool metal beneath you. your hands fly to land over the hood in support when the tip of her digits tap over your soaked panties, nudging the tiny object even closer than it’s been to your clit. A panic surges and twins your arousal however, head turning around you to see if anyone in the neighborhood is out.

“V-Vanessa,” you mutter out only for a hiss to seethe from between her teeth and raises a hand to the forgotten dark neckwear, tugging you forwards. “I’m not repeating myself, Y/N. I’ve had time to think when you left me.”

“Again, i didn’t leave you— shit!” She thumbs up the speed of the small sphere dilapidating your nub. Your whines, mewled and prolonged with each turn of the dial until you’re squirming, you’re slick dripping on the painted exterior. It earns a rumbustious laugh, one that makes her eyes crinkle slightly.

Vanessa watches as your head cants back, trying to keep yourself up with her elbows. Her bottom lip curls between your teeth, gnawing the flesh while eyeing the perfect view of your throat, falling lower. Your palms had rosed to clutch onto your breasts, hitching your shirt higher up and exposing the longing sight of your skin. And you feel her watching so you hoist yourself up to meet your gaze, however, they were focused on the exposure of your pussy, watching every squelch and drench it produces just for her.

She easily takes a few steps back, reaching for the keys to unlock the door and leaves you like that for a few selfish moments as she goes to do that first. She returns with a smile of warm pride at the sight of you; helpless and shamelessly pleading for more, legs trembling, hips hitching, knuckles draining their color at the tight hold your fingers had on your own flesh . Your eyes screw shut as it grows too intense for your delicate state, the tip of her index finger returning and pushing against the bead.

The corners of her mouth lifts when your face shreds into pathetic bliss, the sparks igniting in your stomach, the band barely seconds away from snapping. She’s entranced when you squirt completely over her car, not minding the mess you made across her lawful vehicle. She’d have fun cleaning it later, but right now she pulls you up by the tie, giving you a sloppy, wet kiss.

“Good girl,” she pants into your mouth, “inside. Now.”

She doesn’t ask nor state but demands. You slide off the hood, legs wobbly enough to almost fall on your knees from the aftermath of your orgasm sparking with each step you took. “B-but—”

she exhales, unfazed by your starting point when she tries guiding you to a steady stand, “Either in or now, love. You pick.”

with the every ounce of strength you have left, you manage to speed inside, jogging past the semi-tidy living room and the kitchen —taking note of the scattered paper reports and vanilla folders open—beside is a few snacks and a jar of cool water followed by an empty glass waiting to be poured in. The heavy steps meeting the wood of the floor has you resuming your rapid pace upstairs, knowing you’re in for what seems a torturous long night.

she stays quiet as she walks, listening to the quick thumps of your feet in the bedroom, smiling proudly. ‘Good girl,’ she thinks while deftly working on the buttons of her shirt, tugging it free from its idle tuck in her pants which are soon to be discarded but not before hooking off the familiar sight of shining cuffs from her belt. She shoves the door open and grins at the sight of you bare and sprawled on the bed, the only clothing laying on your skin was that black tie and it drives her insane. But without a single word, she presses on the little button in her hold, and the vibrations are back and overstimulate you over and over again.

She pads towards you, letting her sultry sounds guide her, let them remind her how they consumed her dreams and thoughts. She’d been restless when you were gone and now that you’re back where you belong, with her, it felt at ease. As if she could breathe again with you here. She finds a place for herself between your legs, rosy cheek resting against your inner thigh while smiling at the sight of your face. lips ajar, jaw slack, hair disheveled from sweat and writhe, crumbling right before her eyes. She missed her, missed the very sight of you coming undone for her.

But as her head dips down, she missed the sight of this; your tender, swollen lips glistening, muscles flexing and painted with juices flowing from that beautiful cunt, walls fluttering senselessly around nothing but the soft breaths she gifts you, twitching to feel more, the scent intoxicating and flooding her whole.

“You did leave me.” She accuses, trying not to show the effect, gripping your thighs as she pulls you closer and plants a small kiss over your flesh.

“Baby you gave me money—“

Your argument turns into a breathless shriek as the vibration returns and a hard smack meets your thigh, shooting you a pointed look. “I’d expect you to let me know when you go out. But instead you abandon me.” Her pretty pout caused you to whimper before your eyes trail behind her, hypnotized by the silhouette of her naked, curved figure. “so now you’re going to make up for it.”

You don’t have time to think or speak as soon as her tongue caresses into your folds. An audible slurp makes your body stiffen as her lips nudge over the buzzing button, watching as its silver color shimmer, reflecting the sparkling drops of your arousal. She suckles it clean, the tiny action from her lips make it roll down freeing your clit from it, leaving it open for her mouth to quickly latch onto.

“Fuck!—N-no, nessy please I need a minute!” Too much it is for you, trying to back away from a mouth so welcoming and overwhelming, and sloppy and all she’s been thinking about since you’ve left her. Yet her arms coil around your thighs firmly, never breaking eye contact as she slowly hoists them over her shoulders, preventing you from any chance of escape. “you owe me,” she murmurs, earning a whine in response. “need to taste, to punish, so fucking take it.”

Her fingers clutch you close, the flat of her tongue kneading through her slit up to her nub, fervent emerald hues daring you to look away. She was utterly ruthless, sending jolts of tormented pleasure through you, her ego growing with each mewl and cry.

She tastes your pussy again and again, taking time to savor what she’s been craving these past days. The pace was slow, torturous. It has you sobbing as narrowed waves of scorching sensations make you throb and ache, the weight of her arms keeping you in place. She shivers with excitement, because how could something so quintessential be hard to tame right now when she yearns for it?

“n-need a minute, Vane—” you rasp out, cunt pulsating ways you didn’t think it could and bring your hand down. The haste of her head shake has your swollen nub following along in her smirking mouth, her words vibrating through. “denying me what’s mine, taking my sources and now I’m supposed to not fucking savor this?” she says, forged hurt furrowing her brows and pouting her mouth before a vile laugh leaves her. “I don’t think so.”

Vanessa’s tongue skims to circle around your puffy clit before setting the bullet in once more. She chuckles at the tears kissing your waterline, drenching your lashes as they flutter down, curtaining the dilation of your pupils while whimpering out an ‘okay’. You know very well that everything expected to come was what you deserve. What you owe her from your leaving.

You back bows at the touch of her lips, fingers digging into the mattress at the glides of her wet muscle. The pulsing of your heart stops for a second, the riot of sensations she’s conjured up seemed unfathomable once her moans rumble through yours.

Your head falls back, mindlessly writhing and squirming with no sense of rhythm behind your movements. The sharp sensation in your stomach became addicting as her tongue gently traversed the contours of your folds, descending towards your entrance, soon lapping vigorously, dragging the tip up near the bullet. Without any hurry, sucking and licking as if it’s the sweetest thing in the world.

She’s drunk on the waves of your sex, praising with her tongue as you release once, twice, three, almost four times, fingertips rising to graze the already sensitive lips of your cunt.

The back of your thighs hoist over her collarbones as she pushes you up, closer to her mouth. "Look at me now.” She instructs twice once she feels your final orgasm approaching, and this time her fingers slip themselves in your sopping pussy, generously coating them with her spit and the slick she collected before slamming them back within your suffocating walls until you meet her fiending gaze. And there it was— the sharp burning pleasure and pain coiling and twisting deep within you, all of it unraveling with a saccharine moan, shocking you with its intensity.

She slowly sits up, lips glazed with your sweet arousal before she licks over their coating. "Good girl." She murmurs clear enough for you to hear as she pulls the little toy away. You don’t respond and she doesn’t expect you to, yet she knows you caught it once your hand strokes her blonde locks and hums. She simply waits and gives you a moment to try and catch your breath. To gather the little left of your energy and make do with it, because this? This was barely the beginning.

And the thought alone couldn’t wait any longer. The anticipation of.. using a recent toy ripples through her when she climbs off the bed and walks towards her dresser, reaching for it and runs finger along the length with a smile of glee. She then grabs the cuffs — unlocking their chains as your eyes come to view.

“W-where did you get that?” Your question stumbles when you see what’s being carefully slid up and nestled between your legs, already pushing yourself up and scooting back against the headboard. She didn’t respond, the proud smile hoisting the corners of her mouth and the spark in her orbs speak loud enough for your eyes to once again widen.

“Have you ever been handcuffed, now?”

“I- sexually or by law enforcement?” a laugh rumbles her chest, full breasts very lightly swaying by the motion. “Maybe both.” The weariness is nearly completely washed out of your system when she straddles you, her weight pinning you down while her tanned thighs locked around your sides. Hands planted over them, your tongue sweeps across your lip before biting it at the sight of what’s now between your legs, at how it leaned up and against your stomach, at what she’s been up to these past days; her very own strap. It was slick with enough lube already, the colors a deep violet hue, veins pulsing and streaming around the rather thick shaft.

The way it poked between her legs has you hypnotized, drooling even and this she takes advantage of, curling her fingers around your wrist and lifts it, closing a cuff around it. You snap your head up, moments before she takes your other wrist, the soft rattles echoing through your ears.

“Safe word, now?”

“Safe word, now?” The blow of her breath and ghost of her mouth muddles your mind, words shaky and aerated when responding; “10-2 for c-continue, 10-3 to s-stop.” Her smirk grows, lightly tapping your cheek. “Good girl.”

‘Good girl’ has its praising proclivity yet its kryptonic blemish sunk into it as you become puddy beneath her, whimpers increasing its octave when she nips the skin beneath your ear, “missed you,” she breathes out, “thought about you every day, every shift, every night…”

She hoists herself a bit more up, a leg being thrown over your shoulder while her fingers slide beneath the dark fabric, pulling you closer until you’re face to face with her pink pussy lips, arousal longing to gush among your salivating tongue. Prying up your hazy eyes in question, a rush of pride surges through her at you asking, giving her your submission. Bold green hues sparkle in approval, and that was all you needed before diving into her spilling sex.

You’re fueled with the breathy sounds she produces, the overwhelming aura and power she has hooked into you, the way her essence glistens your lips and fluids become the nectar you thirst and consume it with all your greed. The tip of your tongue nudges her pulsing clit, meekly licking, slowly evolving into bolder, savage strides with her guidance and relish in her coarse praises. Between “good fucking girl,” and “don’t get all soft on me now,” you heard, the rest blurred and drawn away with her pitched moans escalating into a screech and whines of “I’m close, d-don’t stop,”

Ovations were encased around her bundle of nerves when she started palming you deeper, fisting the neckline around you. “F-fuck!” Her sex glistens your mouth, drops gushing down your chin to your chest, becoming one with your skin. With the aftershocks still trembling through her, her thigh was brought down, smiling down at you. Your silence lumbers a concern through you, leading her fingers to lace around your neck gently, thumbs pushing your chin up. She catches a spasm of worry across your features, earnest eyes peering through your disheveled hair. “H-have you ever—”

“Well, y’know what they say,” she carries a gentle grin, the pads of her fingers digging into your skin, “practice makes perfect.” This, you can’t contain the moan of ecstasy, throat burning with each dipped swallow the now sore skin did under the scratchy, soaked-from-your-sweat material of her tie when another tug is elicited by her. She chuckles when your head dips over her breasts, sighing in overwhelm by the information she’s given you, illusions of her touching, fucking, playing with herself just for this made your need to touch her spiral, to entangle your hands in her hair, to litter her pretty skin in so many kisses, latch onto those puckered pink nipples crystaling under the heat of your gaze in this moment, wanting to make of for the lost of time.

You subconsciously act upon it, muscles of your arms clenching when the clink above you hits you with the resuming realization of being chained to the bed. “Fuck.” She giggles, pulling you to her mouth. “You’ll like it. I already do.”

Her lips drunken you, taming your doubts and worries as her hips elevate, dragging her soaking cunt down your coiling abdomen. Your mouth envelopes her upper lip, the brittleness of your moans hurling through her once her walls slowly start constricting over the tip, engulfing more bit by bit. It was odd, how when she did so, the pressure of the hardness on you buzzed against your cunt, adding onto your pathetic pleasure.

“You cannot come or move, y’hear me?” She pants out, thumbs pushing against the corners of your pouting mouth. She watches as your eyes grow beseechful and frustrated, wanting to argue. She only shakes your head, a warning streaking her face before she begins pacing herself, starting off slow and steady. Hips were moving along her set of mind, bucking whenever she felt you begging for more.

Having the upper hand, she relishes in the sight of her lover surrendering and utterly pathetic under her, shoulders tightening as you lift yourself to meet her movements. Your glossed eyes go from watching her every move intently to closing on their own as if it was too much for you to handle when she thrusts down. The feeling increased tenfold when her fingers pinch over your nipples, kneading the pebbles harshly while greeting your hips with another snap.

“Do you like it?”

A deep breath blew from your supple mouth, body quivering with ecstasy. The sparkles in your orbs glimmer, and as if in a trance, you nodded. Pupils twitching under her closed eyelids, you release a delicate shuddering gasp as you inhale. “Y-yes I do…” you whine, a shiver rippling up your spine. “I-I love it, but I-it hurts w-when you do t-tha—!” our whine conjures into a screech when her pinches narrow, a full on vibration striking your frail clit.

“Good girl, hon..” she whispers, eyes bright and full of merriment. Her face leans closer to yours, her breathing controlled, deep, and hot over your upper lip. Her grin had broadened to a nearly sinister level of joy. “I'll make it better for you, yeah? You’ll get used to it.” She speaks softly, grabbing ahold of your jaw in a firm grasp, yet her fingertips knead tenderly against the skin.

Your gaze flickered down to her breasts, reminiscing their very shape, the way each droplet of sweat painted down her ivory skin, somehow accentuating every detail of her curvaceous body. The moment of your staring was brief and subtle, yet to both of you it felt like a lifetime. Her hand, as if having a mind of its own, trails down your tummy, a mirthful smirk playing on her lips at sight of the new found muscles constricting under the scorching touch.

Searching your eyes for a moment, wanting the final approval for her to continue, if you’re truly certain you could handle more of what she’s about to give you .

And you fucking were. Gosh, you were and trusted her torturous and blissing actions. With every skim her fingers did across the flesh of your stomach, the way the brims of her teeth scrapes across your cheek, your mouth, down your nipples, it made the heat take over, a raging conflagration rising up within you until it spewed over.

Your mind becomes clouded and the pulsing between your legs nearly unbearable. Nonetheless, you didn’t dare to thrust yet, having an inkling that if you disobeyed her, she’d make sure you’d pay dearly and wouldn’t allow you climax whatsoever.

Whimpering deep in your chest, your fingers clench around the chains whenever the metal around your wrists bit your irritated skin with every movement as she sinks down on you. But you didn't care. You— and her— were desperate to be as close as can be. Her heaving breasts, her rolling hips, fingerpads pushing into your tender skin, body sliding into yours so whole, so complete you cannot tell where you stop and she begin.

You want to give more, want to implore her, whines and pleads pouring from your rasped throat as her walls devour your faux dick. As you devour each other kiss by kiss, touch by touch, thrust by thrust.

"You’re doing so good for me, y’know that?" Her voice is soft and low, leg coiling around your waist, every blissful tremble your body creates being swallowed by her curves. Her question draws out whimpers of ‘yes’s into her skin, forehead grazing her jawline as you try burrowing deeper into her, slick hips grounding full force onto yours.

“How ‘bout this, then?" Her lips brush against the shell of her ear, tenderly stroking the damp skin of your neck in hopes to ease your quivers. "if you keep being a good girl, I’ll let you move and come now..." her voice fills with sinful promise, patiently waiting for you to oblige.

Her tongue and teeth ravage yours as if it's the final thing she’ll ever do. Biting, lapping, kissing, exploring every nook and inch of your mouth until what's left of your mind hazes, until the air in your lungs is sucked and consumed by her. Until all you could do was feel and receive what she gives you. “M-move now.”

Finding the slightest of strength and confidence in herself, you grasp it, letting it bolden your actions as your teeth encase around her lower lip. Moaning, she squeezes around your neck—loving how the black her tie coils around her knuckles, how you feel under her palms, how she recognizes your deep gulps and swallows while pressing herbdigits down the middle of your throat just a little bit more, not too much yet not too faint, wanting to notice and experience each flex and moan you’ve form— growing desperate to pull you closer.

Yet it is impossible, seeing and feeling how clasped and tangled you are. Still, the effort drawled a soft, pleading moan from your chest. The plea of want— or need to fulfill her desires, to be the only one who could ever fulfill them. It has your bonded wrists twitching and tugging with blissed anticipation, and she feels every wave of desperation roll off you.

You waste no time in levitating your hips up to meet hers halfway, the tremors of such forceful impact crumbling her to the bone. "Fuck, y/n!" Her mouth tore from yours as every feeling she’s ever experienced wells her stomach all at once again and again, pushing her to her climax twice.

"Am I being a good girl for you?" You ask through her third, just as breathless as she is. The softness of your words make her smile, soon whining at your shallow thrust. There was eagerness in your voice; to hear and absorb, to be at service of every pure wish and filthy desire as if it was your soul purpose. To let her approval and praise ignite the actions you body fuels just for that very purpose.

So she feeds that eager pleasure: "You're doing better than good, baby,” she gasps, breasts arching into you. "So, so good—" Hope sparks your gaze, motivating you with punctured thrusts, groaning as soon as she dives back into your mouth. Into you, the wild and endless incandescence between your flaring bodies.

Dazed, captivated by the reek of sex and your juices, the essence of it branding her skin and shriveled sheets. Her needs and desires sink into the deep depths of her venereal oceans, begging to be combined with hers.

She feels the urge to persist and remind you, “who’re you being good for?”

“Y-you.”

Satisfied with your answer, she begins to increase your pace and returns to her firmness.

“Who's making you this pathetic?”

“Y-you!”

Deeper, she bucks into you, body winding and hips grinding much swifter than before, in return hearing your earnest apologies and love for her.

“Who's gonna make you come now, huh?”

“You, Vanessa, just you, baby! Please, let me—”

Your whines are cut short as her hands fly to tangle in your hair, each individual strand wrapping around her fingertips and knuckles until she’s tied you in ways that felt so fucking perfect and overwhelming all in one tug and whisper: “Come.”

Hitching one leg higher up your side, you waste no time in ravaging her until you feel your climax peaking, your frame shaking out of your own control. Nearly out of breath, hysterical trying to find rhythm in your movements from such an intense high after being edged for so long, from trying to focus on pleasing her.

"Good girl..." she praises while her sore hips rock against your bruised ones, the band churning in her abdomen twisting to its end over and over as your mouth clamps around her nipple.

"Doing so, so good..." while she leans down to kiss you, "Doing so fucking good, my girl..." while you moan around her, hoisting yourself against her over and over again until her mind and soul daze through everything, gathering your fullness and with one final wave, washing over you both.

Her gentle praises fill your ears, soft kisses covering your flushed cheeks. Her finger pads faintly stroke across the rapid rise and fall from the swell of your breasts, a clear shiver heaving through you as their warmth skid over your shoulders and tired forearms.

“My good girl,” she croons, taking in a sharp breath before removing herself from you. “You did very well for me, sweetie.” You hum in response, completely forgetting the burning ache of your wrists until she frees you from the cuffs.

The second you did, you wasted no time in pulling her face in your hands, pecking her lips repeatedly. “I think I’m leaving more often.” You grin at the little laugh that meets your lips.

Her fingers curl around the skin of your wrists, delicately soothing the sensitive skin there. Her eyes trail to them, the imprints from the bondages leaving hollow textured bracelets bejeweled with bruises around the flesh. The sight made her lips purse at how more was to come, and how those markings might become a bit more…darker.

The phone ringing from downstairs made her get up, dropping a firm kiss on your mouth, a trail of them being led across your jawline, “I’ll be back. you’re not getting out of bed.”

“Then hurry up so we can go to sleep,” you yawn out, limbs stretching to find some alleviation from the soreness. You feel the curve of a smile against your throat, excitement being shievered through her.

“You have days to make up to me.” Her smile and pointed, curious eyes is what you’re met with when you tear away from her with a look of bewilderment. “That was just…a small warm up, I guess you can say.”

“W-what? Warm up? W-what do you mean warm up?” Ignoring the concern in your question, she gets up and strides out the bedroom. “Imma go get snacks.”

Poking her head in from the doorway, she throws you a punctured expression with a cunning smirk that had your stomach tighten, a small thought that if you’d been born with it, the shaft would’ve been poking proud and tall against your stomach. “Believe me, you’re going to need the snack…”

Gaze flickering down to it, her smirk widens. “I’m sure I'll get mine.”

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vampiresbloodx · 6 months

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Hi sorry for asking but I read your request thingy and I'm curious if you could do a vanessa(fnaf movie) x female reader smut maybe dubcon or noncon idk but I would appreciate it or even just smut .

thank you for reading this even if u don't write it -▫️

a/n: hhhhhsvshshshsh yes. Wait I also just realized yall signed off with emojis let me know if you want me to tag your asks as that or smth.

Trigger warnings: smut, legal age gap (reader is 20 and Vanessa is 29/early 30s), reader is Mike's little sister, vaginal fingering, dubcon, stalking.

Vanessa told herself to stay away.

You were Mike's little sister, in college from the information she managed to get from the small talk she had with Mike. And you were off limits.

But she couldn't stop thinking about you.

Running her hands all over your body, making you moan and whimper, she'd make you see stars if she wanted to.

But she wasn't allowed anywhere near you.

She couldn't even breath around you without having Mike scold her.

She understands why he's so protective over his two sisters, after all, he did loose his brother when he was 12. That would have definitely been traumatic. And she knows he wouldn't want to let that happen again.

But still.

He was annoying, she couldn't ask you how your day was without feeling Mike's gaze on the back of her head, he knew she was gay, that was no secret she kept, she was open and proud, and made it clear she didn't like men.

It just wasn't fair, she just wanted to talk to you, make you smile and laugh, make sure you're safe, she cares about you too, even abby, she liked all of you three being around the restaurant working late hours. You bad joined your brother in sharing some night shifts together as you had told her you wanted to save up and one day get out of this boring town, she was supportive of that, since she knew how you felt.

She also knows all of your schedules including when your brother is off for the night.

Luckily he had abby to look after since he knew you can take care of yourself.

She watched you say your goodbyes to your siblings as you hugged them and they saw you off in Mike's car, you blasted your music, Fleetwood mac as she smiled, imagining her sitting next to you in the car as she listens to you sing along.

She followed you all the way to the pizzaria, you grabbed your energy drink, a book, your walkman, and you were off to work.

She'd usually visit you when you worked alone, since that was the only time she could see you without him around.

Vanessa got out of her car, shutting the door behind her as she walked inside the pizzeria.

She saw you sitting in the security room, looking at the monitors as she smiled, leaning against the entrance.

"Hey."

You jumped, startled. Letting out a gasp as you looked around only to see a familiar blonde.

"Shit, you scared me!" You said.

"Sorry" Vanessa chuckled, looking amused by your reaction. "I just wanted to check up on you."

"I'm doing okay, it's not that bad" you said, Vanessa stepped into the office, shutting the door behind her as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"What are you?-"

You were cut off from your words as you felt her grab you by the arms, pushing you up against the wall as she pressed her lips to yours, knocking the air out of you.

"Just shut up" She mumbled, you froze, unsure of what to do. Sure, you felt attraction towards her, but your brother said to stay away from her, you didn't understand why since she was always kind towards you and your sister and even him. You wanted to get to know her better, maybe even become friends. "Stop talking."

You felt her hands roam your body, touching you as you felt your cheeks heat up, you wasn't sure if you should scream or try to push her off because you didn't even feel that uncomfortable.

She was pretty after all.

You were a sucker for pretty blondes.

Ans she happend to be one.

You just kept your mouth shut, letting her touch you as you could hear her breathing turn ragged.

"God that annoying brother of yours" She muttered, moving her hands to get rid of your belt on your jeans. "So fucking nosy, always around you. I just wanted to talk to you. See you."

You gasped, feeling her cold fingers rub against your clit, you bit back a moan, as you gripped onto her.

"I know you like me to" She moaned, feeling how wet you are, "always looking at me when you think I'm not watching. I'm always watching."

You bucked your hips onto her hand, chasing your high as you were desperate.

Vanessa grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to stare at her.

"Now I've got you all to myself" She smiled.

#fnaf x you #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x reader #fnaf smut #fnaf vanessa x reader #vanessa shelly x reader #stuff i wrote

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murdrdocs · 6 months

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being a “friend” of vanessa’s and getting introduced to mike. it’s cordial at first, just a friend of a friend waving politely at the other.

but then mike starts noticing small things that makes him realize you and vanessa aren’t just friends. the pet names she calls you, how her hands are always a little too low on your back or just straight up on your ass. how she looks at you.

he gets confirmation one night when you’re all out together, somewhere in the city on vanessa’s suggestion. “a night for relaxation” as she’d called it. relaxation comes from throwing drinks back and dancing with strangers until vanessa slides up behind you, and she pulls mike in front of you.

she tells him to let loose, to get out of his shell, to have fun with you two. but he admits he’s never done this before. he doesn’t know how. luckily, vanessa is fine with teaching him.

letting mike watch as she fucks you on her strap, calling out instructions on how to please you as if you aren’t even there. “she likes when you play with his tits. don’t be gentle, she likes it rough. choke her a little bit, too, just squeeze at the sides and suddenly she’s gone.”

he thinks you’re already spent from vanessa’s work, but vanessa encourages him to give it a try anyway. she reassures him that you can handle it, yet he still stares down at you with worried eyes and shaky hands.

it’s not until you tell him yourself (“i can handle it, mike, i swear. please fuck me”) that he gives in.

#mschmidtsworld!#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly x you #vanessa shelly smut #fnaf movie #vanessasworld!

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elizabethlailolsenfan · 6 months

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Hi! So I was wondering if you could do one that’s like the reader pulls Vanessa’s neck tie, and then she gets really turned on from that. And like she ends up fucking the reader in the back of her cop car :)

Just one more, love

Contains: Smut, Dirty talk, handcuff use, semi-public sex?, Slight fingering, strap-on use. Let me know what else I'm missing!

Side note: This took awhile so please forgive me!

You have had a crush on Vanessa for a while since working at Freddy Fazbears Pizzaria alongside Mike Schmitt. There was something about her that made you go crazy, but the moment Vanessa Shelly was about to leave the pizzeria, Vanessa felt a hand on her shoulder, and she knew it was you due to how you grabbed her. Vanessa turned her head with a smile on her face. "What is it, y/n?" You were nervous until you said, "I um, I wanted to give you this." You give the blonde officer a piece of paper, folded neatly in your hand. As she unfolds it, her eyes widen with surprise. It's a heartfelt letter expressing your feelings for her and how much she means to you. You anxiously await her response, hoping she feels the same way. But before Vanessa answered, you pulled on her necktie and pulled her closer, unable to contain your emotions any longer. The room fell silent as you leaned in for a passionate kiss, sealing your love for each other in that moment.

You released the kiss, and your cheeks turned red due to embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it—" Vanessa kissed you, but more deeply. Her hand was on her neck, yet you were still gripping her black necktie. Finally, she released the kiss with a smirk on her face. Vanessa looks down at your grip on the necktie and gently removes your hand, her eyes filled with amusement. "You really have a thing for my necktie, don't you?" she teases, her voice laced with affection. "Come with me." Vanessa grips your wrist and takes you outside of the Pizzaria, taking you into the backseat of her cop car.

After you and Vanessa release the kiss, both of you become breathless and your lips become puffy, Vanessa gives you a grin and loosens her necktie, your mind is running wild. “You look so fucking good underneath me like this Y/n, I can’t wait to have you like this,” Vanessa said adjusting herself on top of you. You bit your bottom lip which was a slight Vanessa loved seeing, Vanessa leaned down and kissed your puffy lips again, her hands on your hips and pulling you more to her pelvis making your legs wrap around her waist, A small strand of Vanessa's blonde hair of her ponytail comes down and her hair is slightly disheveled of her ponytail, adding to the raw and passionate atmosphere.

As she continues to move against you, her breath becomes heavy and her moans fill the car, intensifying the connection between you both. The kiss then turned messy and Vanessa couldn't help but start dry-humping you, her body pressing against yours with increasing urgency. The car windows fogged up as the heat between you grew, leaving no doubt about the intensity of your desire for each other. Vanessa kissed your neck marking you making you grip her police uniform shirt tighter, unable to resist the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. The sound of her soft whispers in your ear only fueled the fire, as you found yourselves completely lost in the moment, surrendering to the undeniable passion that consumed you both. "You're so beautiful y/n, so fucking irresistible," Vanessa whispered, her voice filled with longing.

The intensity of her gaze matched the heat radiating between you, as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you in that moment of pure desire. Vanessa kept grinding her body against yours, the rhythm of her movements syncing perfectly with the pounding of your heart. You tried to remove her uniform but she chuckled and pinned your hands above your head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Uniform stays on beautiful," Vanessa says, her voice laced with seduction. Her eyes were dark with desire, and her expression was pure lust, the intensity of her gaze making your knees weak. You could feel the heat between your legs intensify as her eyes traveled down your body, taking in every inch of you. "Vanessa…" you whimpered, desperate for her touch.

"Yes, baby? What is it? What do you want me to do to you?" Vanessa asked, her voice dripping with sex. "I- I want you." Vanessa made a small grin and kissed your lips passionately and she found the waistband of your pants, pulling them down. Vanessa grabbed her handcuffs put them around your wrists and cuffed you against the door handle, her eyes locked with yours. You felt her finger run over your folds, causing you to let out a soft moan. Vanessa bites her bottom lip as she sees how wet you are. "So wet for me… you're such a good girl," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Your breath hitched as you felt her fingers tease your entrance, sliding in and out with agonizing slowness. You whimpered, craving more, and Vanessa gave a devilish smirk. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how bad you want it." "Please… please fuck me, Vanessa," you begged, the need in your voice unmistakable. Vanessa bit her bottom lip and increased the pace of her fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You were so close, but she knew exactly how to keep you right on the edge, drawing out your ecstasy and savoring every second. Vanessa pulled out her fingers and licked them off, moaning at the taste. "Delicious. You're so fucking delicious."

"Please… please…" You were practically begging now, and Vanessa grinned. "Don't worry, love… you'll get what you want, I promise." Vanessa unbuckled her unity belt and pulled out a purple strap… did she know this was gonna happen… at this point… you're not complaining at all.

"Spread your legs wide, baby," Vanessa demanded, her voice low and husky. You obeyed, and you could see the lust in her eyes as she watched you, her pupils dilated with arousal. Once you spread your legs, Vanessa gripped your legs and pulled you closer to her, her grip was a bit rough but you liked it. She lined up the dildo and slowly pushed in, causing you to moan. Vanessa smirked and began thrusting at a steady pace, gradually increasing her speed. You let out a silent moan as the dildo rubbed against your g-spot, and Vanessa knew she had found it. She leaned forward and began kissing and sucking on your neck, marking you. You arched your back as she continued her relentless pace, the pleasure building inside you. Your eyes start to close but once Vanessa removes her lips from your neck she grips your chin and forces you to look at her, her grip is rough. "Don't you fucking dare close those pretty eyes," Vanessa says her voice laced with seduction, you could hear her voice echoing through the car. The sounds of your moans and Vanessa's heavy breathing fill the car, along with the feeling of intense pleasure as she continues her assault. The car rocked back and forth, the windows fogging up.

The heat was unbearable, but neither of you wanted to stop.

"Vanessa.." You moaned, “I love it when you moan my name like that baby…” Vanessa says. Vanessa thrusts harder and faster, her grip tightening on your thighs, her nails digging into your skin. The pain and pleasure were intoxicating, and you felt yourself getting closer to release. "There you go Y/n, let go… cum for me," Vanessa says as her pace never slowed. You let out a strangled moan as you reach your climax, but Vanessa doesn't stop, prolonging your pleasure. Her grip on your thighs loosened as she finally slowed her pace, allowing you to catch your breath. The aftershocks of your orgasm still coursed through you, and you could feel Vanessa's eyes on you, watching your every move. You grip her arms as she keeps thrusting, the sensations becoming too much for you. "Vanessa, please…" You begged, not sure if you could handle any more. Vanessa smirked, her eyes full of desire. "Just one more, love. You can do it." She began moving her hips in a circular motion, the dildo rubbing against your g-spot once again. You moaned, unable to resist the pleasure. "F-Fuck!" You moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. You couldn't take it anymore, and you reached your second climax, your body spasming with pleasure. Vanessa finally stopped and removed the dildo, a satisfied smile on her face. "You did so well, baby. You're such a good girl." Vanessa praises and gives a soft kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks flushed red and you were at a loss for words. You had just had the most intense sex of your life, and the person who made it happen was the very same person you had a crush on for the longest time.

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literallydontknowdontcare · 6 months

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idk if you’ve done this already bc all the vanessa fics r merging together in my brain, but maybe smtg where she has a very stressful day at work, and needs to take her anger out in a healthy way (by doing the reader!!!)

Taking It Out On You

a/n: I love this prompt but I was on a certain sleepy drug when writing (I'm sick as hell right now) so I have no idea if this is good LOL. Anyway, exams are officially over so MORE FICS! YAY! And thanks for the love recently, you all are amazing :) Enjoy!

Content/Warning: smut, choking, pussy slapping, fingering [all r receiving], exhausted/pissed off Vanessa, handcuff use, gun used on you to get you off, you being a good baker, side note I love the Elizabeth lail edits recently

w/c: 2304

You swayed your hips to the radio. Recently, there was more 80s music than new age, which you weren’t complaining about; sure, you missed hearing the newly hyped singer Miss Britney Spears, but even you had to admit Tears for Fears had a kick to it. Kneading into the last of the cookie dough, you conveniently hear the rumble of Vanessa's police vehicle pulling up to your shared home. Smiling, you pause the music, swiping off the flour that dusted the white countertops onto your apron just as the engine outside slows to a halt. The bench is now fairly clean, you wait eagerly as you see the faint outline of your girlfriend emerging from the car through the window.

The front door clicks open. You hear Vanessa’s footsteps thud a lot less carefully; usually, she would sneak up behind you from wherever you were in the house. She gradually got better at it, too, her dangerous job teaching her a thing or two. It was unlike her to come home after a long shift careless, thudding her jacket and gear on the ground before pressing herself behind you. She inhaled the scent of your freshly washed hair, groaning.

“Bad day?”, you ask, grabbing the pan of unbaked goods and placing them into the oven, Vanessa moving with you so she didn’t have to remove her grasp around you. She huffed as a reply. As you stood back up, she whipped you around, momentarily giving you whiplash. You took in her expression for the first time; her eyes were essentially dead, her pressed lips giving the smallest of indications that she was happy to be home as she attempted a smile when your eyes met.

“It was... Definitely a day”, she sighed. You tilted your head, lifting your hands to cup her face.

“Want to talk about it?”, you prod gently. It seemed that Vanessa was experiencing harder rosters more frequently than before: you presumed it was the pressure of her father, whom she almost never talked about, getting to her. Vanessa simply stared behind you at the oven, her dull eyes beginning to twinkle. “Chocolate chip?”, she questioned, avoiding your query.

You bit your lip and nodded. Her eyes met yours again and you pushed your face closer to hers, not quite reaching her lips but certainly leaving the possibility. Maintaining eye contact, you reach behind her head and softly pull on the hairtie of her ponytail, letting her short, blonde hair loose. She fluttered her eyes closed, groaning. You slide your fingers through the strands of her hair, pulling on them slightly to release any tension. Vanessa inhaled deeply. Pressing your lips against her jaw, you start to pepper her face with small kisses when you feel her take her hands off you, to your dismay.

*Shuffle shuffle*

Vanessa fiddled with her police belt, something that made your groin twist deliciously just from the sound of it. It usually meant one of two things: either she was about to take it off and with it her pants, or she was about to use something *from her belt*. As you attempt to part your lips from her face, she cuts you off.

“Don’t look”, she retorts. As much as you’d like to disobey those orders, there was no way you wanted to be her day even shittier. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you rest your head against her neck as you feel her take something off her belt. Smirking, she raises the object up to your stomach, pressing it deep into your flesh. You gasp and jump back, the coolness startling you. Before you could look down, she spun you around, slamming you against the sink. You whine, your knuckles gripping onto the counter. Vanessa returned to your behind in a flash, grinding her front against you. Disappointingly, you couldn’t feel a strap underneath her pants. You huff, which she notices immediately.

Grabbing onto your neck with a force that startled you, she brought you up so that you were standing straight up as opposed to being bent over. “With what I’m about to do to you, we won’t be needing my cock, baby”, she growled, her hand beginning to tighten around the sides of your neck. You gasp out, your hands rising to your neck to ease the grip, only to be yanked away behind you.

“Vanessa”, you cautioned, unsure of what she was getting at. You heard the jangle of the metal cuffs and froze. “You wanted to help me, yeah?”, she sang sweetly. “Baking me something, cleaning up the front of the house for me”, regarding the time you spent earlier today reorganizing and decorating the place for winter to make it homier.

“You want to make me feel good?”

You don’t hesitate to answer. “Always”

“Then let me use you”. You hear the clank of the cuffs being closed around your hands tightly, Vanessa's leg coming up between your legs that you opened just for her. “Let me see you come with my gun in your mouth”. At that sentence alone, you couldn’t help but let out a moan, jolting your hips involuntarily down on the thigh she had graciously given you. She laughed darkly behind you, removing herself completely from you, making you cry out and turn around to face her. You already missed her manicured hand that fit so perfectly around your neck, acting like a necklace you wished you could always have.

“Couch, baby”, Vanessa demanded, allowing herself to watch you as you made your way out of the room; God, you being in her handcuffs with a vacant, submissive look in your eyes made her want to double down on being rough with you. She followed you soon after, the only thing missing from her outfit being the cuffs that were around your hands and the gun... That was being held so confidently in Vanessa's right hand.

You shifted from your position on the couch, unsure. She laid it beside you, her mouth twitching at your confusion, before climbing on top of you to straddle your waist. She slammed her lips onto yours passionately, hot saliva mixing on both lips. Your moans gradually got louder as her hands attached to the back of your head, roughly pulling at your hair. Vanessa bites your lip harshly, grinning as you try to back away. Her hands leave your hair and begin to forcefully strip your pants from your body. Parting your lips from hers, you lift your legs up to assist her. The soft warm light from the living room lamp perfectly accentuated each other's features; Vanessa's eyes were completely focused on you, taking your sticky panties and flushed cheeks.

“Top off”, she leaned back, watching you rush to meet her demand, smirking as you fumbled with the buttons of your shirt. Now being completely naked, your skimpy bra and underwear being the only things covering your very aroused parts, she spread your thighs with an air of smugness.

“Vanessa”, you pout, jerking your pussy up. She trailed a slim finger along the top of your briefs, pulling them down slowly. Your breasts rise and fall rapidly at the sensuality of it all: the relaxed pace made you even more blushed. Moving her fingers around your folds, you lean your head back, closing your eyes in pleasure. Suddenly, Vanessa slapped at your pussy. Crying out, you snap your head back up and shut your legs. She didn’t like that. Narrowing her eyes, she yanked them back open, harshly slapping the inner side. “Keep them open. Don’t make me tie up your legs as well”. You squirm as she rubs her middle and ring finger quickly on your puffy clit, mewing out loud at the vulgar noises she was creating.

“So sweet like this, hm? Think you can last more than... What was it? Eight seconds?”, Vanessa snickered, recalling the time you came so quickly underneath her that it was actually dismal. You blush at her mocking tone. She swirled her fingers around your opening, her mouth twitching at the way your pussy spasmed when she pumped them in. You lay down, whimpering as she picked up the pace. With no regard to how prepared you were, she shoved two more fingers in. Wailing, you move your hips with her, remembering that she wasn’t doing this for you; she was doing this for her. The thrusts turned into a heavy pound, your moans making it known that you couldn’t take it. Vanessa feasted her eyes on your body, licking her lips at the way your arousal pooled on the leather of the couch. As you were distracted with the overwhelming urge to come right there and then, she reached for the gun. Too zoned out to notice, you felt her lips attach to your neck. “Don’t make a mark”, you plead as best as you can. She ignores you, licking at your sweet spot before sinking her teeth into the flesh. Hissing, you pull away before stopping dead in your tracks.

Pressed against your stomach was Vanessa’s gun. Just a Glock 22, you knew that much, as it was the same one every cop used around here. Though, the coldness of the frame stunned you, both from the Glock and Vanessas stared. She stared you down as she removed her other hand from your pussy, smirking at the yelp it caused. Your fluids glistened on her hand in the warm light. You wearily watch her stroke her hand up and down the tip of the gun.

Once satisfied, she pointed the gun at your stomach, tilting her head at your small gasp of exhilaration and fear. “I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Are you sure about this?”, she asked sweetly. Her gun was completely empty, for she always took the bullets out at the office after a shift. You didn’t know this, though. You would be relying completely on her skill and carefulness in handling a gun. Vanessa's stomach twisted deliciously at your utter dependence on her. Sucking a breath in, you nod.

She trailed the cool gun up your body, stopping short at your mouth. Pulling your messy hair back, your face red, she tapped the tip of your swollen lips. “Open up for me baby”, she husked. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the muzzle, breasts rapidly rising and falling from the thrill of it all. She forces the frame in, resting her finger on the trigger. You groan at the taste of your own cum. “See? Look how good you can be”, Vanessa murmured, shifting her body as she felt her own pussy thud. Unable to go slowly anymore, she began to roughly thrust the gun in and out of your throat, abusing it as she would with her strap. You gag as it passes your comfort zone, rolling your eyes back when you feel her other hand slap your pussy once more. She stands up, laughing darkly to herself at your obedience. Your eyelashes flutter, saliva dribbling onto the glock. Holding onto your head, she takes out the gun and pulls you up to turn you around. Your hands, still cuffed, grab onto the top of the back pillows, your knees digging into the seat.

“You going to punish me, officer? I thought you said I was a good girl”, you purr. You felt Vanessa’s hands wrap around your front. Your neck was snapped back as she gripped you, sliding the gun through your folds. “If you think this is me punishing you, you better hope you don’t disobey me”, she taunted. She plunged the muzzle into your pussy, groaning at how easily it slipped in. Almost immediately, she rammed it at a swift rate, choking you when your sobs went too loud. Widening your eyes, you lift your bound hands to your neck and grab onto her hand to ease the grip. “Enough”, she spat, fucking you faster and squeezing your neck harder. Your hips were slamming between the cushions and Vanessa's thighs, arousal streaming down your body. With a muffled cry, you tightened your grip around her hand, signaling your need for release. By some sort of miracle, she went even faster. The combination of Vanessa's grunts, the pressure on your throat, and the gun that was currently abusing your overworked pussy made you scream out in pleasure.

“Uh uh. Tell me what you want”, Vanessa asked, refusing to accept your nonverbal request to cum.

Swallowing once, twice, you manage to simper out, “Pl-Please officer. Let me cum, please please please plea-”

In a flash, she released her grasp from your neck and shoved her fingers into your mouth, her pace in your pussy unchanging. You cum with a scream, your body jolting at the stimulation.

“There's a good girl”, she cooed, slowing her thrusts before removing the gun from your destroyed pussy. You flop your head backward onto her shoulder, staring at the ceiling as the world around you doubles. You felt Vanessa softly rub your thighs, whispering words of encouragement as you faded back to earth from your high.

“Always such a good girl when you play sweet”, she smiled as you turned your head to kiss her. Deepening the kiss, she placed the soaked gun down and wrapped her hands fully around you, inhaling your scent. She moved her lips to your jaw, where she peppered soft kisses as you giggled.

“Vanessa”

“Mh?”

“The handcuffs”

Vanessa laughed on your neck, pulling herself away from you.

“Stay there, I’ll be right back”

As she walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, you remembered the cookies that were still baking. “And check on the oven as well”, you shout out, collapsing onto the couch with a small grin.

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foxcantswim · 6 months

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FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader x Vanny [Mine, Yours, Ours] 18+ Smut

(gif by me)

Vanessa gets jealous, so she decides to let Vanny handle things. Content: SMUT, Top!Vanny, Bot!Vanessa, Switch!Reader, Love Confessions, First Kiss Warnings: SMUT, Blood, Murder (cute killer vanny uwu), Split Personality WC: 2,956

Vanessa had been gritting her teeth for the past hour. You had invited her out to a bar along with a few of your friends, you were on the night shift for the entirety of the last week and you wanted to spend some time with her and your other friends. Vanessa was more than happy to agree, she hadn't been out in so long. The only problem she had with being out was her other self: Vanny. She was always so worried about the psychotic murderer making an appearance, but she took a deep breath and told herself nothing would happen tonight. Hopefully.

Watching you from across the room was painful as a couple guys had offered to buy you drinks, and of course you had agreed to one of them finally. Vanessa hadn't admitted it to you yet, but she had fell hard for you way back when you started working at Freddy's. The only thing holding her back was Vanny. You knew about her other personality of course, but she didn't want to put you through her problems. Her heart ached whenever she was near you and it was becoming increasingly harder to resist her own feelings.

Vanessa was indeed surprised that you wanted to get to know and understand Vanny, but she had been resistant to let you.

Vanny had fell for you hard, too. The crazed woman would do literally anything for you at this point. Vanessa knew Vanny would stalk you and ensure your safety if she let her, but she managed to hold Vanny back from becoming too obsessed.

The smile on your face as some alcohol-fuelled guy leaned against the bar next to you was clear, making Vanessa grip her drink harder.

"Hey pretty lady-" some guy decided to take a chance with Vanessa.

"Get lost," her voice was dark and loud, a lot more mean than she intended. She knew Vanny was trying to surface.

The guy scoffed before walking away.

Vanessa shook her head, quickly trying to get rid of Vanny's impending appearance. She felt her hands shake, slowly starting to lose control of herself.

When the random idiot placed a hand on your arm and handed you another drink, Vanessa froze. Her heartrate had picked up and her breathing was heavy.

Come on, Nessy.

The voice in her head teased. She shook her head again.

Y/N is ours.

The voice was angry. Vanessa could feel Vanny's possessiveness flow throughout her, she would be lying if she said she didn't want you to be hers too.

Mine. Yours. Ours.

She bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood. Vanessa muttered to herself, "Get rid of him," she couldn't quite believe her own words, she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold Vanny back for much longer. She would much rather have her other self deal with this anyways.

A glitched out laugh flooded her head before she snapped her eyes shut.

The blonde's hand gripped the glass harder before quickly downing the drink in one go.

Vanny grimaced at the taste, she would never know how her other self could drink something like this. She slammed the glass onto the table, a single crack forming up the side of it from the sheer force.

She stood up and started to make her way towards you. An annoying man had stopped her in her tracks and drunkenly asked her to come back to his place. If Vanny wasn't so focused on getting to you, that man would've died right on the spot. She instead gave him a harsh shove, causing him to fall into another man. Of course they were both drunk and started to brawl it out. Vanny smirked in response before focusing back on you.

"Sooo... Wanna get out of here, or-?"

Vanny grabbed the guy and pulled him away from you, her ears burned at the words she had just heard him utter to you.

"Oh! Hey, Nessy!" you smiled at her, you were concerned about why she was being handsy with the guy, "Nessy, this is-"

Vanny cut you off, "I don't care," a growl left her lips before she gripped the man's collar and dragged him away.

"H-Hey! Wait-!" you exclaimed, quickly following her. You were slightly taken aback by the way Vanessa spoke to you... Crowds of people slowed you down as you made your way through the bar.

The blonde had moved past the brawl she had previously caused, security were too busy focusing on them to even notice her forcefully dragging the man out of the back door.

"If you wanted a piece of me, you should've just asked," he smirked before winking at Vanny as they made it to the dark alleyway, "Maybe you're little friend will like to join us." He moved to pin Vanny to the dirty wall.

Vanny couldn't even believe the audacity of this guy. She shoved him away, his back hit the opposite wall hard.

"You really believe I'd want someone like you?" she said, a sinister look in her eyes, "Don't ever touch Y/N again," she warned.

He laughed in her face, "Oh really? And what are you gonna do about it? I think she realllllly likes me. Gonna take her back to my apartment whether you like it or not."

Without warning, Vanny reached down towards the floor and picked up an old discarded glass bottle. She smashed it against the wall next to the man's head, shattering it. She grabbed a single shard, blood flowing down her fingers - but of course she didn't care.

"Y-You aren't serious," the man stuttered in disbelief, "Get the fuck away from me you crazy-!"

A satisfied sigh left Vanny as she drove the glass shard deep into the man's stomach, he immediately tried to punch and kick her, "I love it when they struggle," she simply smiled at him, "Y/N is mine."

The man gasped under her grip, trying to push her away. Vanny wasn't about to let him leave as she twisted the glass, going as deep as she could.

"Vanessa!" a shocked gasp sounded from behind her.

Vanny forcefully withdrew the glass before throwing it into the nearby dumpster. She stepped away, the man crumpled to the floor grasping at his wound to stop the bleeding. Vanny was sometimes glad that her other self was a cop... It would be easy to cover this up. The force would believe her when she claimed it as self defence.

The amount of blood pooling on the floor was confirmation enough for Vanny that he would indeed die right here. She always made sure her victims were sure to pass.

Tears flooded into your eyes and you took a step back, "W-Why-?"

Vanny turned to you and wasted no time in walking over, her hand grabbed your jaw possessively, "You're mine," she didn't care that she was smearing blood across your chin.

You gulped, unsure as to whether or you not you should be scared, "V-Vanny?" you whispered, slowly realising that this wasn't Vanessa.

Without warning, Vanny lunged forward to capture your lips with hers in a bruising and needy kiss.

"Nobody gets to look at you like that again," Vanny warned, "I'd kill anyone for you, Y/N," her lips moved down to your neck, her teeth immediately piercing your skin to claim you, "Mine."

"V-Van-" your breathing picked up, fear and arousal were flooding through you. Vanny briefly stepped away to head back over to the unconscious body and shove it behind a bin to hide it.

"She loves you so much. So do I," Vanny confirmed as she looked back at you, "She's too scared to tell you. But I'm not."

Vanny grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the alley, the blood on her fingers was wet against yours, "What about-?" your eyes glanced over at the bin.

"Shhh..." Vanny hushed you, "Vanessa will deal with it later," she wasted no time in dragging you over to Vanessa's cop car at the back of the parking lot. She opened the back door and you hopped in without questioning what her motives were here.

You were soon pinned down to the backseat, the blonde above you grinding her knee down against your core.

"I didn't know you felt the same way," you whispered, threading your hands through her messy blonde hair bringing her down into a kiss.

"We have for a long time," Vanny groaned, her hands sliding down the sides of your body. Her fingers started to play with the hem of your pants, but you quickly froze and shook your head to escape from the kiss.

"W-Wait! The blood!" you really weren't into getting blood all over you, you needed her to somehow clean up.

Rolling her eyes, Vanny leaned over into the front seat. She knew that Vanessa kept some wipes in the side door somewhere.

Eventually, the blonde was back on top of you. Dirty wet wipes were thrown into the front seat.

She helped you remove your pants and your shirt, drooling as she eyed your body under the dim light of some nearby lamp posts.

You would be lying if you said you weren't scared. Vanny had literally just murdered somebody minutes before... But deep down you knew she couldn't help it. You knew that this was just a psychotic personality that she couldn't control. Thankfully, the lust and arousal was much greater than fear. You needed her. You needed them both. Now.

"Our little bunny," Vanny groaned before ripping your bra and tossing it to the front of the car.

"Nessy- Vanny-," you mumbled as Vanny's hands played with your chest, her fingers rolled your nipples as she leaned down to shove her tongue into your mouth. You moaned under her touch as one of her hands trailed down your stomach. A whimper escaped you as you bucked your hips up into her hand as her fingers found your swollen clit underneath your panties.

"Already so wet..."

She moved her head down to take a nipple into her mouth, her tongue circling around it eliciting various moans from you. She hummed against your skin before prodding your entrance with her fingers.

"Mine," Vanny had said numerous times as she pushed a finger into your throbbing pussy. Feeling how tight you are was making her crazy. She took it slow at first, gathering your wetness around her finger.

Your hands gripped Vanny's blonde hair as you grinded your hips as much as you could in the cramped space, craving more friction.

"Vanessa, please-!" Vanny growled upon hearing her other self's name.

Another finger was soon added as she dragged them across your sweet spot.

"Fuck, Y/N," she bit your nipple lightly, "You're just as fucked up as me. All wet and needy even though I just killed a poor man..." she teased looking up at your face, she captured your lips with hers again.

All you could do was whimper as she pumped her fingers faster, adding another along the way. Her thumb brushed against your clit, drawing small circles.

"V-Vanny!" you called her name, the blonde purred in appreciation.

"Does my little bunny want to come for me? For us?" she cooed before peppering kisses along your jaw, scraping her teeth against your skin. Her mouth found your pulse point and sucked hard. Her fingers moved faster and harder, almost animalistic.

You nodded frantically, "Y-Yes! I-!"

She pressed her fingers to the sweet spot inside you and rubbed your clit faster. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tightness inside you snapped, your orgasm washed over you. You shivered under her touch with a final moan, throwing your head back against the seat.

"Good girl... Good bunny..." she continued to move her fingers in and out slowly, prolonging your orgasm as best she could, "All mine..."

You whimpered when she finally removed her fingers, you already missed the feeling of being so full. Your hands clawed at her clothed arms as she brough a finger to her mouth, she was desperate to taste you as her mouth closed around her finger. She moaned at the taste before releasing her finger with a pop.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, the car was extremely hot and the windows were completely steamed.

Vanny continued to lick up and down your neck, humming at the mixed taste of your wetness and the salty sweat.

"You think it's Vanessa's turn now?" she grinned into your neck, "Wouldn't want her to miss out on you..."

Your thighs shook and your pussy clenched around nothing, already desperate for Vanessa to take over, "Please..." you agreed.

She kissed you once more.

The blonde soon collapsed on top of you, her body pinning you harshly down onto the seat.

You couldn't help but groan at the contact.

"Y-Y/N-?" Vanessa... Her voice was soft and confused.

"Nessy," you sighed in relief.

"What-?"

Her confusion was soon replaced by arousal as you managed to flip her over, hovering above her. Her face soon reddened as she realised that you were very much naked on top of her right now.

"Vanny told me how you feel. I feel the same way," you smiled leaning down to give her a short but sweet kiss, "I want to show you how much I love you, Vanessa."

This definitely wasn't what Vanessa was expecting to wake up to... This was a huge shock. But she would definitely have to thank her other personality for this later.

She was at a loss for words, completely surprised that you had these feelings, especially after seeing you with that guy in the bar...

You muttered, "I would've never gone with him... It's always been you."

Finally, you removed Vanessa's clothes. Your jaw dropped upon seeing her body after waiting for so long.

"So beautiful, Nessy," you muttered, pressing soft kisses to her neck. Vanessa's arms came up to wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You wasted no time in gently rubbing your fingers up and down her folds, your own arousal was already starting to grow again as you felt how wet she was.

"Vanny was so good to me," you groaned, "But I want you more," you reassured her.

Vanessa whimpered at your words, her nails scraping down your back as your fingers finally grazed her clit. You searched her eyes, asking for permission as your fingers brushed her entrance. She nodded without hesitation, tensing once you inserted two fingers.

You couldn't help but moan and the wet heat.

Vanessa pulled you back down for a soft kiss and you began to pump your fingers slowly, enjoying her small moans and whimpers she let out.

You guessed that Vanny's arousal had affected Vanessa heavily and quickly as she couldn't stop herself from humping up into your hand. Your palm passed over her clit causing her thighs to shake as her impending orgasm built up inside her.

"Please, Y/N," she gasped, throwing her head back.

You dragged your fingers against her sweet spot, coaxing the orgasm out of her, "Come for me, 'Nessa," you pleaded as your mouth found her left breast, teeth scraping over her nipple. A loud and long moan left Vanessa's mouth as she clenched around your fingers. She held the back of your head against her firmly, pressing her chest up towards you - needing you.

"Fuck, Y/N- I'm coming-!" her voice was cut off by a satisfied groan as her orgasm washed over her, she continued to grind into your hand with need as you dragged out her orgasm.

"That's it... Good girl, Nessy," you praised her, kissing her collarbone sweetly.

She shivered under your touch as you slowly removed your fingers, you bit your lips upon seeing just how wet she had made them. Vanessa gulped as her blush reddened even more upon seeing you lick your fingers clean.

You and Vanessa laid there basking in each others presence, smiling into the small kisses you were exchanging.

Finally, you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths.

Vanessa cleared her throat, awkwardly, turning away from you, "That was... something," she bit her lip.

You laughed slightly, "Yeah..."

Vanessa's hand came up to rest on your jaw, her thumb rubbing your cheek, "I'm sorry I never told you how I felt, Y/N... I-I don't know what Vanny did but I can only apologise for whatever it was."

"It's fine. I'll tell you later," you weren't really prepared to talk about it just yet...

A smug smile appeared on her face, "You love me, hmm?" she teased.

"Oh shut up. You told me first- Well Vanny told me first... But still..."

She brought you down for a kiss, "She's right. I love you, Y/N. I was just so scared of getting you involved with Vanny."

"I'll manage," you tried to convince yourself, "I either have you both or neither. I want both of you Nessy. I love you both."

She nodded, tears filling her eyes at the thought of someone finally wanting to get to know her and accept her other self.

She really hated Vanny. She really did. But just for tonight, she loved her to bits.

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drabble vanessa shelly x fem!reader (smut)

based on this (p*rn link)

vanessa hold your arms onto your back, her naked body on top of yours holding you right in place, you almost couldn’t move, but still all you could feel was pleasure with her strap buried deep inside of you, hitting all the rights spots in a burning sensation.

her hot breath on your neck lets you know how close she was to cumming, the base of the strap stimulating her own clit, her fingers almost making bruises on your wrists by the force, she was almost losing control.

and you loved it. you loved when she loses control and just uses you without really care for you - you know that deep inside she would stop if you asked to, if she realized that she was really hurting you.

but maybe, part of you wanted her to hurt you and call you names, you couldn’t help it, she was the sweetest, but you wanted the other side of her.

so you buck your hips up with every thrust of hers, moaning louder when her strap hits deeper inside you.

“shh, you’re being too loud, princess.” she warned you with her raspy voice. after all, mike and abby could hear it through the walls of your room, and neither of you was planning to tell mike you guys were dating after he sees his older friend fucking his little sister.

but your moans didn’t stop, so vanessa had to be a little rougher. she puts one of her hands on your mouth, muffling every sound you were making even though she loved to hear it.

“shut up, slut, you don’t wanna know how much i’m gonna ruin you if you don’t.”

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raspberryera · 6 months

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The Fall | 3

Pairing: Vanessa Shelly x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, and oral

Summary: Vanessa drives you home.

Word Count: 3.8k

Authors Note: Thank you so much for 100 likes! This is my first time writing smut so it's pretty short so please let me know if I should make another part!

Several hours had passed since Vanessa's arrival, and as you kept watch on the cameras, she quietly worked on some leftover paperwork. Her presence in the room was silent yet undeniable, her body language professional and composed but with a hint of flirtatiousness that filled you with anticipation as you waited for the shift to finish. As you continued to monitor the cameras, you couldn't help but notice her occasional glances at you, your eyes often shifting towards hers.

The clock on your desk read 4:47 am and you could feel the fatigue slowly creeping up on you, the tiredness slowly overpowering your desire to spend your shift in Vanessa's company. Despite your desire to be at home and rest, something inside you was drawn back to her, and you found yourself unable to peel your eyes away from her. You were aware that your gaze towards Vanessa was bordering on inappropriate given the context of your relationship, though something about her presence and flirtatious mannerisms made it difficult to look away. You knew you probably shouldn't be gawking at a "friend" the way you were, but you couldn't help it anyway, your eyes unwillingly drifting back towards her at every opportunity.

Vanessa saw your glances out of the corner of her eye, and she couldn't help but smile at the fact that you had your eyes on her. She enjoyed the attention that you were giving her.

A bit more time had passed and you checked the clock, which now read 5:58 am as your shift was almost over. You let out a sigh of relief at the realization.

You had unexpectedly remembered that you didn't have a ride home, and with your shift coming to an end very soon, you decided to approach Vanessa and ask her for a ride home, hoping that she would willingly oblige.

"Hey," you said, breaking the momentary standstill between you two.

"Hm?" she hummed at your gentle interruption, her tone somewhat inquisitive.

"Umm... my friend had dropped me off at work," you said, pausing momentarily as you thought about how to phrase your question. "He can't drive me home, so I was wondering if it would be possible for you to drive me home instead?"

"Ah, I see," Vanessa said, her tone mildly amused. She gave you a small grin before responding, "Of course I can give you a ride home. I'm heading that way anyway, and I wouldn't want you stuck here after your long shift." She then paused and gently added, "I guess I have an excuse to spend some more time with you now, do I?"

"I suppose so," you replied, a tinge of embarrassment mixing with the anticipation of spending more time with her.

Vanessa pushed her chair back and stood up, grabbing the stack of paperwork in front of her. "Let's go," she said, you could make out the excitement in her tone when she added, "I can't wait to get home and finally rest."

"Same here," you replied, laughing slightly, standing up from your seat as well. A small blush formed on your face, although it was more due to their growing anticipation of spending more time with Vanessa than to her sudden standing up.

As you both exited the building, the late night air hit you and the silence between you two became more noticeable, but in it, the tension and excitement of the moment was palpable, the prospect of spending more time with Vanessa giving way to a growing anticipation of spending the ride back with her as you walked side by side across the deserted parking lot.

"Do you think I can ride shotgun?" you joked playfully, causing Vanessa to giggle at your humorous response. "I don't think my ego could handle riding in the back of a cop car," you added with a teasing grin.

Vanessa let out a small giggle at your playful banter. As you both continued towards her patrol car, she gave you a playful smile before responding, "Of course you can ride shotgun.” She gave you another cheeky grin as she added, "I don't blame you for avoiding the backseat."

You both made it to the car, Vanessa leading the way towards the passenger side. She reached out for the passenger door to open it for you. You quickly got into the car nodding, silently thanking her. Your hands accidentally brushing against Vanessa's for a short moment before you settled into the seat, your body suddenly heated up at the brief physical contact.

She made her way around the vehicle, slowly circling around to the driver's side. You felt your heart skip a beat as she finally entered into the driver's side, your eyes following her every movement as your body tingled with excitement at the sudden proximity you found yourself in with her.

Vanessa shot you a soft smile as she turned on the engine and put the car into reverse, her eyes meeting yours as she backed out of her parking space. "So," she spoke up, attempting to start a conversation to lessen the tension of the closed space. Vanessa's nervousness at the closeness between the two of you was evident. "What do you usually do after you get off your shift?" she asked, hoping her question would break the awkwardness.

"Well, the obvious answer would be sleep, but sometimes that just doesn't work out," you replied with a light laugh, trying downplay your nervousness. You shrugged and looked over her way as you asked, "How about you?" You shifted slightly in your seat, the closeness between the two of you starting to affect your nerves.

She gave you a small smile. Each passing second she was becoming conscious of the closeness between the two of you. She let out a soft sigh of exasperation as she replied, "I guess that makes two of us, huh? My sleep schedule's all out of wack; I hardly feel tired after my shift at all."

"Really? You're not tired after your long shift?" You asked slightly shocked.

Her head shook back and forth. "Nope, I'm not, surprisingly." A small smile grew on her lips, making it obvious that she wasn't tired in the slightest, which caused you to tilt your head slightly.

"Honestly, I'm not that tired either," you confessed after giving Vanessa a brief glance, your gaze then moving to the road before you. She responded with a light chuckle and a small shrug as she continued to drive, the slight tension from earlier now relieved, the both of you now feeling a bit more relaxed and comfortable.

"Well, that makes two of us, then," Vanessa responded, her teasing glance towards you shifting into a seductive smirk as she continued to drive. "I can think of some ways we can spend our time together." She says teasing you, her eyes remaining fixed on the road.

"I'm sure you can," you responded in a lighthearted tone, teasing Vanessa right back with your reply before your gaze turned back towards the road.

"Oh, you have no idea," Vanessa replied, a smirk growing on her lips. Blush creeped onto your face shocked by her words. She seemed to thrive on your continued response to her teasing.

As you glanced at the road, you noticed that you were nearing your house, Vanessa pulling into your street as she drove on.

She pulled up in front of your house, parking the car before shifting her gaze towards you and speaking, "Want me to walk you to your door?" Her voice was soft yet playful as she gave you a knowing smirk, her words filled with an underlying layer of flirtation as she waited for your response, her eyes remaining fixed on you as she awaited your next move.

"I'd actually like that," you responded, your gaze fixated on Vanessa, your heart beating slightly faster as you took in her knowing smirk.

There was an unspoken tension between the two of you, your mind now filled with the anticipation of what exactly would happen next, if anything would.

You and Vanessa both exit the car, walking side by side up the pathway leading to your front door, the two of you remaining close together as your heart rate begins to increase. The two of you now mere inches apart, your mind flooding with thoughts and images of what exactly might happen once you set foot in the threshold of your front door.

You quickly shook your head away from your thoughts as you reached the front door. Your fingers grasped the handle and turned it, slightly opening it while returning your focus to Vanessa.

There was a moment of silence that lingered in the air, the tension between you two growing thicker with each passing second. You held the door open, your gaze meeting hers and your heart beating rapidly as you looked into her eyes. The desire to jump into Vanessa's arms and kiss her was nearly overwhelming.

You had opened your mouth to speak, to thank her, but Vanessa unexpectedly took control by placing her hands on your face and pulling you in close, her lips crashing fiercely against yours as she fulfilled both of your desires. The kiss was passionate, the pent-up feelings and emotions being released like a dam bursting open. There was no holding back, the overwhelming confirmation that Vanessa had felt the same for you, her lips soft and tasting of blueberry chapstick, her body heat rising with a feverish passion at the intensity of your kiss.

You were intoxicated by the kiss, and Vanessa's expertise in kissing proved to be almost overwhelming, her lips and mannerisms almost too good to be true. As your hands moved from the door to her hips, she pulled slightly back from the kiss to catch her breath and rested her forehead against yours, the two of you locked in a haze of passion as your head swirled with the intensity of the kiss and the closeness of Vanessa.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Vanessa says, practically panting out, due to being out a breath.

Her words catch you off guard, your face flushed and pulse racing at Vanessa's confession. You weren't sure what to say, your body still recovering from the shock of the kiss and your stomach full of butterflies at the boldness of Vanessa's words. Her panting breaths a sign of her own excitement and arousal. Her bold confession only made the butterflies in your stomach even flap harder.

Her playful demeanor was evident as she leaned back in towards you, her lips connecting forcefully with yours. The kiss became more intense and sloppy - and wet, which now wasn’t the only wet thing.

Vanessa pulled her body closer to yours, her movements becoming more deliberate as she drew you further backward and deeper into the confines of the doorway. Her lips pressed more forcefully against yours, the intimacy and closeness causing the heat to rise rapidly between the two of you. You felt the flood of passion start to overtake your senses, Vanessa's actions leading the way as she pulled you backward towards her, your mind becoming more fuzzy and disoriented due to the intoxicating aroma of her kiss.

As you stumbled backwards into your entryway, she smoothly shut the door behind the both of you with one hand, never taking her lips off yours. She momentarily pulled back to catch her breath. She breathed in heavily to compensate for her rapid breathing and the rise in her heart rate, while maintaining a firm grip on you, her strong hands now clutching your body close, you let out a gasp as she presses you against the door.

As the passion continues to build between the two of you, Vanessa's actions become more deliberate and intense, her hold on you growing tighter and her kisses becoming more forceful as your body begins to react with the sensations of her touch. Her lips press against your own in a fierce display of lust and her tongue begins to enter your mouth, the heat and tension steadily rising as you both lose control. Your breaths becoming louder and more intense as her hands roam your body.

Her hand slowly found its way to your chest, her long fingers gently circling your skin and caressing your tit though your shirt. Her touch was light and tentative at first, but you could feel it growing in fervor and intensity as she moved upwards, her fingers starting to probe and caress your tits as your arms found their way around her neck, leaning into her touch. The intensity of your actions matching the growing heat between the both of you.

The kisses shared between the both of you became more, and more desperate. Your desire for her growing immensely.

You dragged Vanessa, still in the heat of the moment, towards your bedroom, your bodies stumbling a bit as you both kissed, but neither of you cared at this point. It had felt like you had waited for this moment your whole life, and you couldn’t believe it was happening.

As you entered your bedroom, Vanessa pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and smirking down at you. Her newfound position at the forefront of your shared intimate moment giving her control. You had let out a gasp at her movements as you looked up at her.

Vanessa leaned down and gave your lips another lingering kiss, she softly spoke to you, "Hmm, I can’t tell you have many times I've imagined this; you below me," she whispered with a hint of seduction in her voice. She hoped her words would get a reaction out of you.

“Yeah? What exactly did you think about?” You asked, trying to fake your confidence, while deep down you were nervous. Your face heating up slightly, awaiting her response.

She leaned in towards you again, as she whispered, "I thought about how many ways I could please you."

Your eyes widened as you heard her words, and your voice grew thick with lust and desire as you whispered back, "Well, shall we try them out?" Vanessa nodded, as she leaned in further and began leaving wet and sloppy kisses down your neck, you let out a sigh of pleasure.

Vanessa's hands slowly traveled down to the hem of your shirt, her hands gripping it gently as she looked back at you, silently asking for permission to remove it. Your face flushed as you nodded your head, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.

She pulled your shirt up slowly, her hands slipping between the fabric and your body as you sat up slightly to allow her to pull the shirt over your head.

Vanessa tossed your shirt into a corner of the room, unconcerned on where it would end up, leaving you in your bra. She took time to admire your chest and how it moved up and down as you breathed.

"God, you're so hot," Vanessa breathed out, still admiring you as she let your figure and shape sink into her mind.

You felt your body grow slightly flush at her words, and you responded saying, "You're not too bad yourself."

Vanessa leaned back in, gently kissing you at first. Her hands freely roamed your body, desiring to touch every last inch of it, both of your bodies now heating up (even more) as you responded with the same passion, your fingers running through Vanessa's hair. Your breaths becoming heavier, and the tempo of the kisses slowly growing in intensity, your body beginning to melt with pleasure and excitement as Vanessa's lips met yours.

You moaned into the kiss, the feeling of Vanessa's pink, soft lips on yours causing another wave of pleasure to wash over you. Your desire for her grew more and more intense than ever before. Never before would you think you’d even want, need a woman as much as you needed her.

As the kiss became more intense, you couldn't control yourself anymore. You grabbed the hem of her shirt, your fingers gripping the fabric as you lifted it up higher.

As you lifted Vanessa's shirt off, she held her arms over her head to help you, and her body was exposed to you as her shirt was lifted over her head. As the shirt was removed, her dark, lacy bra revealed itself, highlighting her beauty. A smirk was drawn on your face in response as you tossed Vanessa's shirt near yours.

You only had a moment to take in the sight of Vanessa, as she took no time leaning back into kiss you once more, her lips gently yet vigorously meeting yours. Vanessa slowly allowing her body to lean back as she gently spread your legs, pressing the entirety of her body against yours, her knee now rubbing against your heat.

The feeling was intoxicating, it drove you wild, your body craving more, your hips involuntarily lifting as you sought for more friction. Your hips moved in a rhythmic motion as your body begged for more contact, the intensity of the feeling overtaking you and your senses as Vanessa continued to kiss you, her knees digging deeper into your as the motions of your hips grew more intense.

Vanessa's hand quickly darted behind you, her fingers handling the clasp of your bra and unclipping it with swift motion, as you stood motionless for a second, stunned at the ease and quickness of Vanessa's actions. Vanessa then tossed your bra somewhere into the room, exposing your upper body to the open air and creating a feeling of vulnerability before her, watching your reaction to her movements with a half-smirk.

She leaned down and began to leave open mouth kisses on your collarbone, slowly making her way down to your breasts. As she reached your tits she took a nipple into her mouth and rolled the other between her thumb and pointer finger. The sudden contact almost overwhelming, you arched your back at the feeling.

Her motions alternated between swirling her tongue around and sucking on your nipple. Your soft whimpers and panting noises only encouraging her to do more. Vanessa switched sides now paying attention to your other nipple.

Your body had grown even hotter at the feeling of her hands and hot mouth on you. She began her decent down your body. Leaving soft, gentle kisses down your body. Her kisses got sloppier as she reached your naval.

Vanessa looked up at you and smirked as she began to unbutton your pants teasingly slow. As she finally unbuttoned your jeans, Vanessa began to tug downwards on the waistline - a clear sign for you to help her by lifting your hips. The anticipation was almost maddening.

She pulled off your jeans painfully slow, obviously teasing you. At this point you weren't sure if you could handle much more teasing.

Finally your jeans were off and discarded somewhere, God knows where, in the room. She leaned back in, continuing where she had left off, just below your naval. Slowly and teasingly she lowered her way down. Both of her hands found each one of your thighs, parting them a bit wider than before.

Vanessa began to leave light kisses all over your thighs and inner thighs. You were becoming restless at this point as you spoke up, "Please, Vanessa."

You were desperate for her to relieve the ache and tension between your thighs. "Please what?" She asked, although she already knew the answer she wanted to hear you say it.

"Touch me please," you begged her. You should've been embarrassed of how needy you were, but all you could focus on is how much you needed her.

"But I am touching you?" She teased, smirking slightly. But she gave in as soon as she glanced at your face.

Vanessa slowly rubbed your clit through the fabric of your underwear. You let out a sigh of relief at the sudden pleasure. She could immediately feel how wet you were, even though there was a barrier between her thumb and your heat.

Leaning down she took the waistline of your panties between her teeth she looked you directly in your eyes she pulled it down. It honestly was the hottest thing you had ever witnessed. She pulled it the rest of the way down with her hands and tossed it behind her, not giving a care where it would end up. All of her attention right now was on you.

She didn’t waste any time as she began kissing your inner thighs as she made her way closer and closer to where you had desired her most. You squirmed, waiting for something, anything to happen. As she reached your center she tested the waters by licking your clit softly. You gasped at the contact.

She had began slowly, licking you but as soon as she heard just what those gentle touches could do to you, it fueled her. She applied more pressure with her tongue, which drove you insane. Your hands made its way to her hair which you now gripped.

Testing the waters once more, she began to suck on your clit which brought out an explicit moan out of your lips.

She began to eat you out like you were her last meal. You were shocked by how good she was at.

Vanessa brought her middle finger up to you entrance as she slowly pushed it in, still paying attention to your bundle of nerves. She slowly trusted her finger in you, once in a while curling it in a ‘come-hither’ motion.

After a while she pushed in her ring finger as well, it took you a second to adjust to the stretch of her fingers but once you did your senses were overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. That fueled her even farther as she sped up her movements. You were already embarrassing close to coming - but in your position who wouldn’t?

Your moans became closer and closer together, Vanessa knew exactly what that meant. She kept her movements at the same pace and her fingers kept brushing and curling against the spot the made you see stars. You were sure that the neighbors would make a noise complaint due to your noises.

Your back arched as the coil in you abdomen snapped, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. You panted as Vanessa worked you through your high as your legs shaked softly. She stopped her movements and removed her fingers.

You took a moment to recover as you looked up at her. “God, you’re amazing.” You said looking at her with your eyes half-lidded. She let out a soft laugh.

Now all you could think of was returning the favor and how hard you were falling for the blonde.

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comicwritesstuff · 6 months

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Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem!Reader

Reader is drunk and breaks into Freddys, Vanessa lets them off with a warning, but of course we have to go back and see the hot officer ;) 2k+ words SMUT BTW

18+ WARNINGSSS

Warnings: Dom!Vanessa, Sub!reader, lots of degrading, angry Vanessa, punishment sorta, a little bdsm, alcohol, fingering, getting eaten out and cursing.

Being 25 means having mid life crisis almost every day. And when your surprisingly fit, like to drink and really fucking stupid then the best thing to do is break into, and explore abandoned buildings. So that's what I’m doing. After drinking a whole bottle of wine and driving around like the responsible adult I am, I stumble upon a magnificent building.

“Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria”, I snicker at the name and park super well (on the curb). I wattle my drunk ass around the building looking for a quick way in, I see a window and try to open it, after a couple minutes it finally budges, I open it and climb inside, falling on the dust filled floor. I giggle a bit then stand back up, just my luck I see a flashlight on the ground so I pick it up, smacking it a bit before it turns back on. Fun. I walk around, shining the flashlight at the various cobweb filled objects. I was to preoccupied on the spider crawling across the floor to hear the police officer that just walked into the building, I sprint out of the room that the spider was in, I fucking hate spiders. Apparently I caught the officer's attention after I sprinted across the room she was in, somehow not seeing her until she shouted at me. “Hey! Stop you're trespassing!” I don’t know what made me run faster, the thought of the spider, or the officer. A bit of both.

I run through the halls pausing looking around for somewhere to go, I see the doors to the kitchen so I slam the doors open, and shriek. There was a giant ass chicken, and I didn’t know if I was seeing it cause I was drunk but I really wasn’t in the mood to risk it. “AH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” Unforunately the officer was now right behind me, I didn’t realize that so when I went to run away again, she grabbed me. Ah shit. What a great night.

“Why do you care about me, not the big ass chicken in the kitchen? Oh hey that rhymes.” I laughed at my joke, while the cop raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you drunk?” I look at the officer a little clearer, damn she's hot. “No I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” She stares at me for a second then looks away, trying not to laugh at me, she pulls me back up and holds tightly onto my arm while dragging me out of the building. I should really be putting more thought into the giant duck I just saw but all I can think about is the really pretty police woman holding my arm.

It’s not until we get outside that I remember I'm really not in a good position to get arrested right now, so maybe I should stop admiring the police officer and make a run for it, while my drunk self tries to make up a plan of escape, I glance at her once more. Yeah, I'm gonna stay with her. She opens the side door to her cop car, motioning for me to sit in the car. She still holds the door open, and sighs. “Look, I can tell you weren’t really trying to start anything bad, you're just insanely drunk. So, I’ll let you off with a warning. If I ever see you come back here, drunk or not, I won’t hesitate to arrest your ass for trespassing, or a worse punishment.” I stare at her blankly, it takes me a couple seconds to process what she said. “So you're not arresting me?” She pinches the bridge of her nose before closing the door without saying anything. She walks around and gets in the front starting to drive, “Do you know your address.” I grin and nod, telling her my address. I started laughing a little bit, for no reason I just felt like laughing. I look back up at her and see her looking at me in the rearview mirror. She's got that look like she’s trying not to laugh at me but it's clearly not working.

“So officer what's your name?” “Vanessa.” “Thas a really prettttty name.” I say slurring my words and giggling more. She glances at me again through the mirror, not saying anything, just grinning. “So how much did you drink exactly?” How much did I drink? I don’t remember so I answer the best I can. “Yes.” I hear her sigh while I’m looking at the raindrops on the window. “Yes? That's your best answer for how much you drank? Jesus you’re really drunk.” I whip my head around frustrated. “How many times do I need to tell you? I’m y/n not these names you keep calling me” I say in an angry tone. I see her bite her lip, grinning even more, clearly trying with all her might not to laugh at me. She composes herself before glaring at me through the mirror. “Don’t use that tone with me, I can still arrest you.” That was hot anyways, oh hey that's my house. “How’d you know my address?” I am baffled as she gets out of the car without answering me. She pulls me out of her cop car dragging me to my doorstep. “Open the door.” She tells me sternly, so I open it quickly. She follows me inside my house, looking around and taking the last bottle of wine I have left without me noticing. I see my couch and go to sit down then I decide to just flop down, I immediately fall asleep. Vanessa hears the plop sound of me passing out on my couch and smirks, walking over she finds a blanket, laying it over me. She does one last search for any more alcohol then finally leaves.

I wake up with the worst headache ever, I stumble into my kitchen quickly chugging like 3 glasses of water before I notice the note on the counter. “No more drinking, don’t go back to Freddy’s. I drove your car back to your house. I took the rest of your alcohol and left your keys on the counter, take care. -Officer Vanessa”. Oh so that wasn’t some weird porno dream without the porn part about a cop. Staring at the note I decide to do the sensible thing that any person would do, go back to Freddy’s, even with a bad headache. Since she took my alcohol I'm going sober, and with the one brain cell I have sober I grab a flashlight this time. I also grab a hammer (for some reason??). I grab the keys and hop into my car, then I see another note there. “Don’t do it.” That's all the note said, she knew me for an hour and she already knows what i’m planning on doing, well she is a cop. I drove to Freddys, there isn’t a cop car, she probably forgot about me.

I park in the front and go up to the building. It would be so cool to get on the roof. And so that's what I do, with my flashlight in my bra and the hammer in my mouth so I can climb easier. It was surprisingly easy to get up there. So I sit on the edge of it, swinging my feet waiting patiently for Vanessa to show up. It actually takes a lot longer than I wanted it to, I’m laying on the edge now, on my back staring at the sky. I only sit up once I hear the sound of tires pulling into the parking lot. Oh shit, she’s here. Well, I mean I wanted her to show up, so what did I expect? Vanessa slams her car door shut, and I mean slam, like she is pissed and it's obvious. She walks underneath where I’m sitting, looking up at me. “Get. The. Fuck. Down.” My face turns pale, ohh im fucked, and turned on. “Make me.” She cocks her head, before angrily smirking and with little to no effort, climbing to the top, I stare at her dumbfounded. She walks up to me, pulling out her gun pressing it into my stomach, hard. With her other hand she grabs the collar of my shirt. She pulls me off the edge, I gasp and stumble a bit, I didn’t really expect her to be THIS aggressive. “Climb down, if you run, I will shoot you.” I climbed down and waited at the bottom, I wasn’t in the mood to be shot. Once Vanessa got down she pressed the gun against my hip, standing behind me, she wrapped her other hand around the back of my neck, digging her nails into me. I whimper feeling her nails in my skin, she smirks as I do so. Walking me to her car, she slams me against the car, knocking the breath out of me, she handcuffs me before shoving me into the front seat.

That's odd, I thought criminals sat in the back. Vanessa gets in the driver's seat, slamming the door shut again, but not driving. Her knuckles are turning white from how hard she's grabbing the steering wheel. “Why are you so upset? I didn’t do anything.” I say not looking at her, honestly a little scared. “One because I told you to do one simple fucking thing, and you didn’t listen did you?” I don't say anything. “That's right, and two you don’t know how dangerous that place is, I was trying to protect you and you have to come back out here like the brat you fucking are.” I gulp, my heart racing. To be honest I'm hella ashamed at how wet I am just from her being mean to me. I can feel her staring dead at me, but all of a sudden I just can’t bring myself to look at her. I'm praying that my face isn’t as red as I think it is. “Hah, are you really turned on by this?” She teases, well shit, I guess I am that red. “No! I'm not I..I swear.” The most obvious lie I think I’ve said. “Sure.” She says, finally starting to drive. It’s completely quiet in the car. Suddenly I feel Vanessa move her hand to my thigh and move it painfully slowly towards my core. I freeze up, I can instantly feel me soaking through my underwear. Vanessa moves her hand up sliding it into my pants and over my panties. She teasingly only puts one finger on my clit, before slowly starting to put pressure on it. “You should have stayed home brat.” She starts rubbing my clit with the same annoyingly soft pressure as before, I let out a soft whimper, I struggle a bit in the handcuffs, fuck, I can’t even move my arms since they are behind my fucking back. “But you're such an attention whore, huh?” She increases the pressure only a bit, rubbing at the same agonizing pace. I glance at her, she hasn’t taken her eyes off the road once, and she’s purposefully driving slow.

She keeps that same pace for a couple minutes, before I can’t take it anymore. “Vanessa…please..” I say whiningly. “Not so cocky anymore? To busy wanting me to fuck you?” My cheeks heat up with embarrassment. To my surprise she slides her fingers past my panties, shoving two fingers inside me, causing me to buck my hips, and moan. “Look at you, so desperate for me like the little slut you are.” She curls her fingers, thrusting them rapidly, the only sounds in the car are my moans and whimpers that are embarrassingly loud. “I love all the pretty little sounds you're making for me baby, being such a good bitch.” Arching my back, I feel my climax already building up. “Nessa, I…I’m gonna cum..” I mutter, barely able to say anything before she swiftly pulls her fingers out of my pants, licking them clean and putting her hand back on the steering wheel. There's nothing I can do except sit there, and wait for her to do something again, I can’t move my hands, and rubbing my legs together isn’t enough friction, besides if I tried that I’m sure she’d shut it down real quick. Her gaze stays on the road, not bothering to look at me once, even when we stop. From Freddy’s it takes about 20 minutes to get to my house, so I had to wait 5 more minutes before we pulled into my driveway. I couldn’t tell if she was purposefully doing things slowly, or if it felt slow because of how desperately i wanted her to fuck me. Either way, once she finally got to my side of the car she opened my door and grabbed the collar of my shirt again, lifting me out of the car then pulling me to the door. She reaches into my pants pocket grabbing my key and unlocking the door, after we both get inside, Vanessa immediately pulls me into a kiss, her lips slamming onto mine with an unholy amount of lust.

God, all I wanted was to wrap my arms around her neck, anything to deepen the kiss but the handcuffs stayed on, she pulled me to my bedroom, how did she know where it was? I don't know but frankly, I don’t care right now. Vanessa throws me on my bed, crawling on top of me. She starts leaving hickeys all over my jaw, and my neck. “I want people to know how much of a slut you are, baby.” Chills go down my back as she slowly traces her fingers down to my pants, before I lift my hips so she can slide them off. She starts leaving kisses on my inner thigh before she uses her teeth to pull my underwear down to my thighs, using her hands to get them off the rest of the way. “Be a good whore and keep your legs spread wide for me, can you do that baby?” I whine, nodding. “Yes Nessie”.

“Good girl.” She says before she quickly starts licking and sucking on my clit. At first not too fast, and Vanessa was planning on going slowly before she got a taste, then even she couldn’t resist it. Picking up the pace, she keeps sucking on my clit before curling two fingers inside my folds. How fast she's going catches me off guard, I arch my back, moaning loudly, I bite my lip trying not to be as loud as I was, not wanting anyone to hear us. As I become more quiet, Vanessa slows down. “Uh uh baby, I want to hear all the sounds you're making for me, or I'm not gonna let you cum again.” I whimper in protest but nod anyway as she now speeds up even more. She shoves another finger inside my tight pussy, curling them and hitting my sweet spot perfectly every time, and I listen to what she says and let out all the moans and whimpers I can, not caring how loud I'm being. “Fuck, V-vanessa Im cumming” “No your not. Not until I say.” She thrusts her fingers even harder and faster than before, I can barely hold it. “Fuck please Vanessa!” I shout at her in desperation, she doesn’t say anything for a couple seconds, the pain of holding it back getting to me as a few tears run down my cheeks. “Cum for me, my little slut.” And with one more curl of her fingers, I come harder than I have before, she lets me ride out the orgasm a little bit before licking my cunt clean.

“You did so good for me, love.” She leans up, kissing me softly and wiping the few tears from my face. “Can you sit up for me baby so I can uncuff you?” I listen to her, already exhausted from the little she’s done to me, to be far I haven’t even had sex in a couple of years, let alone an orgasm that hard. After she uncuffs me, she grabs my blanket, covering the both of us as I cuddle into her chest, quickly falling asleep.

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huggingkoalas · 4 months

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heated tensions

pairings professor!vanessa shelly x fem!student!reader

synopsis after encountering one of your professors, professor vanessa shelly, by chance at the club, the both of you drink together at the bar. you go over to her place afterwards for some ‘private time’.

word count 1.8k

warnings smut, pet names, degradation, cursing, oral sex, top!vanessa, bottom!reader, teacher-student relationship

author’s note less use of ‘flowery’ language this time, i tried to be more quick with the writing but still ended with 1k words D: will probably be on hiatus for abit because of work and family issues </3

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It was a seedy bar, barely on the cusp of legality. You let out a series of coughs at the reeking smell of sweat and sex. You had heard from your friends that there was a lesbian bar near your dorm. You were a sophomore at the University of Utah and haven’t had any luck getting a relationship with anyone at the university so far. You were a closeted bisexual, so you decided to try the lesbian bar instead of a normal one.

You were disappointed by the lack of choices for the evening. The attractive ones looked like they were taken, and there were others you could not picture being with. You sighed, sipping on your glass of rum and coke.

You knew that you shouldn’t be so picky, it had been over a year since you’d had sex. You were so busy with your studies that you didn’t have time to have a social life. Your fingers and toys worked occasionally, but only for awhile, and you wanted some real company. Toying with your drink, you decided to give it five more minutes, and if no one remotely attractive arrived, you’d go home.

The five minutes went faster than you had hoped, so quickly that you decided to give yourself another five and then another. Letting out a ‘tsk’, you drank the last of your rum and coke and stood up. You quickly cast a desperate eye towards the door.

And that was when a familiar figure walked in. Your eyes widened as you realized that it was your writing and rhetoric studies professor, Professor Vanessa Shelly. The surprise of seeing her in such a setting made you freeze for a moment, but curiosity got the better of you.

Vanessa’s gaze roamed the bar and landed on you. She approached you, weaving through the dancing crowd to reach the service bar. “Hello, Ms. L/N.” She called out above the music.

You took a shaky breath. “Oh, good evening Professor Shelly! It’s... Uh, it’s not what it looks like.” You stammered, a faint blush colouring your cheeks. “I’m just here for a drink. I’m not into women.”

She chuckled, trying to put you at ease. “No need to explain. We’re not in university, you can call me Vanessa. Why don’t I get you a drink?”

The both of you navigated your way through the bar, settling into a quieter corner where you could converse without shouting over the music. You let your gaze roam her outfit, realizing that she was still in her work clothes. You admired how her grey pantsuit hugged her body. and that blue tie she wore. You had always thought your professor was attractive, especially when she wore a tie. You had never thought that she might also be gay. Why else would she be in a lesbian bar?

After a moment, a lively individual with a charismatic smile approached us. “What can I get you two?” The bartender asked.

You glanced at Vanessa, giving her the opportunity to choose first. She pondered for a moment before deciding on something simple. “A shot of vodka, please.”

The bartender nodded, turning his attention to you. “And for you?”

You offered a smile. “I’ll go with a rum and coke, thanks.”

While waiting for the drinks, you could see Vanessa cast worried looks at the people around the bar. Was she nervous that someone would recognize the both of you? Your thoughts were interrupted when your drinks came. You raised your glass to your lips, appreciating the familiar comfort it offered. Vanessa downed her shot of vodka, letting out a hum at the taste.

You asked her nervously. “And what about you, Vanessa? What’re you doing here? I never expected to see a professor here.”

With a smirk, Vanessa placed down her glass. “Unlike you, Ms. L/N, I’m gay.”

“Oh.” You replied, her cheeks turning a light shade of red.

She reached her hand across the table and placed it gently on yours. You didn’t react by snatching your hand away, but your gaze did shift nervously away from hers.

“You’re not here for a drink, are you? You’re gay.” Vanessa said carefully.

“I... Well, you’re correct. I’m here because I’m gay.” Your gaze fell to her hand holding yours. “I feel so disgusting, though. I can’t help it, it’s just the way women look - they do something to me. I know it's wrong to feel like this.”

Vanessa stroked her thumb against the back of your hand and tried to speak encouragingly. “It’s not disgusting. Some women like men, while others like other women. Neither is right or wrong.”

“Thanks, Vanessa.” Your hand that wasn’t holding her hand lifted to wipe away a tear. “I wish I could be like you. To have no restrictions on sexuality.”

Vanessa’s eyebrows rose. You could see that she was taking time to think about her following words. “Why don’t we go to my place? We can talk further in private.”

“I... I’d like that.” You smiled. You downed the last sip of your rum and coke. You wondered if she knew if going back to her place was another way of saying ‘to go back to her place to fuck’.

Vanessa switched on the light in her apartment and turned to you. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She went over to a counter beside the television. A vinyl recorder sat atop the counter. She sifted through a box full of vinyl, choosing the perfect record for the setting. Finally taking her pick and placing the vinyl on the recorder, soft, soothing music began to play from the instrument.

She went to her kitchen to grab a wine bottle and a pair of wine glasses. She joined you on the couch, placing them on the coffee table. She poured the wine into the two glasses, the red liquid reminding you of the colour of her lipstick.

Raising both of your glasses, Vanessa exclaimed. “Cheers.”

“Thank you, Vanessa.” The both of you clinked your glasses.

The both of you sat drinking on their glasses of wine for a couple of minutes. You recognized that the music playing on the vinyl recorder was a classic song you favoured. Vanessa placed down her glass and stood up, extending a hand to you. “Wanna dance?”

“N-Now? Here?” You were stunned. You exhaled nervously, taking Vanessa’s hand to pull yourself up. "Alright.”

Vanessa danced energetically. It took you time to ease your shyness to dance as energetically as her. The both of you threw themselves around the room like two hyper-high school teenagers, laughter dancing in the air. You laughed as you walked over to take another sip of your drink. She walked over to the vinyl recorder and replaced the album with a more upbeat one. She sauntered back to you, her hips swaying as she danced to the song. You stayed still for a second, admiring how her body looked as she danced.

“Come on,” Vanessa called, beckoning you with a finger and a wink.

You put down your drink, walking over to join her. While the both of you were dancing separately before, she was moving closer to you, so much so that your body was almost touching hers. You smiled as you looked up at her, and she beamed back. Vanessa reached behind you and pulled you towards her.

“V-Vanessa-” You stuttered.

Vanessa’s smile turned into a smirk. She leaned forward, closing her lips onto you. Your lips melted on hers, your lips opening to give her tongue permission to roam your mouth. Realizing what was happening, you pulled back in shock, your cheeks reddening.

“I-I’m sorry.” Vanessa apologized, unwrapping her hands from your waist.

“I-I should be the one apologizing, it’s me. I’m not ready.” You smiled weakly, “I’m attracted to you, but you're my professor, and-”

Vanessa gave you a quick peck on the lips, shutting you up. “I know, but we’ll figure something out, alright?”

Speechless, you nodded. Vanessa wrapped her arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around her shoulder. This time, you were the one to initiate the kiss. You deepened the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip in favour. As the both of you kissed, Vanessa couldn’t help but move her hands from your waist to your butt, squeezing it lightly.

Your hands went to the buttons on her pantsuit, unbuttoning them. She broke the kiss, looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded. “Yes, please-” Vanessa grinned and laid a trail of kisses around your neck, her hands sliding underneath your shirt. She was surprised to feel nothing but bare flesh, squeezing your breasts.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Vanessa whispered. You grabbed the hem of your shirt, taking it off in reply to her question.

“Are you going to punish me, Professor Shelly?” you teased, calling her by her professional term.

The music had stopped long ago, but the two of you were too entranced by each other. Vanessa grabbed your hands, pulling you over to her bedroom. She pushed you onto her bed, your back hitting the soft mattress. You pushed yourself back until your back hit the headboard, spreading your legs wide for Vanessa.

Her knees hit the mattress, crawling to you and sliding a hand up your clothed thigh. She didn’t waste any time pulling down your pants and panties, eager to touch you. You let out a shaky breath, reaching forward to pull on her blue tie to give her a bruising kiss. “I need you, Vanessa, please.”

Vanessa lowered herself to your heat, tenderly kissing your inner thighs. She could smell you, her mind hazing at the thought of tasting you. She moved the tip of her tongue to enter your cunt, the bittersweet tang on her taste buds. You gasped in pleasure, your sounds becoming more high-pitched as she pushed more of her tongue into you. You gripped her shoulders as she explored your wet heat, swirling and pressing her tongue on your inner walls.

“Oh god, that’s so good,” You murmured. Vanessa’s hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them as she slammed her tongue deeper into you.

“Don’t stop, please.” You cried out in frustration. Erotic and wet noises could be heard as sje lapped on your heat in hunger. Your thighs were quivering and your back arched as you thrust your hips. She was addicted to your taste, picking up the speed of moving her tongue in and out of you.

Your nails sunk deeper into Vanessa’s shoulder, blood beginning to draw out. “I-I’m cumming!” You screamed out, the sound reverberating around the bedroom. Vanessa licked up the remnants, her chin, and nose streaked with your cum.

Your cheeks and ears were flushed red, your chest heaving in deep, ragged breaths. “W-Wow, Vanessa.” You exclaimed, your thighs still quivering from the intense orgasm. “That... That was something.”

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goosefruit · 4 months

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i wanna ride (drabble)

smut warning!!

Riding Vanessa’s strap with her nails digging into your ass, your head thrown back to reveal the array of hickeys on your neck.

The toy was huge inside of you, stretching you out completely as tears welled up in your eyes.

So sore, and so good.

Each one of her thrusts was punctuated by the loud sound of her thighs clapping against your ass. Liquid pooled on the bed sheets underneath, dripping from the elegant black leather harness strapped around Vanessa’s hips.

How many orgasms had it been? You lost track after the fifth.

Vanessa’s face was flushed and gleamed with sweat as she panted heavily, but she was relentless. The wild look in her eyes told you she wasn’t planning to stop until her body gave out.

She tilted your hips, achieving an angle where the strap hit your g-spot perfectly.

A low moan of her name was all you could manage in response, the last of your coherent thoughts vanishing, leaving you with only the bliss of your impending climax.

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starysky1289 · 4 months

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Alpha!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. Walking home.

This is my first time writing omegaverse, I hope it’s alright <:

Also shout out @707bot1 happy birthday man I hope u enjoy this.

The rain fell heavy on your umbrella, making it harder for you to trudge down the street. You didn’t have a ride home sense your S/O has dropped you. They was a delta, although they had the ego of an alpha times ten. You weren’t good enough for them, they’d yell at you, not obedient enough, not good enough for you to be called there’s.

It didn’t help you were stuck in a heat, nothing you did could even suppress it. You didn’t have the money for the suppression tablets that you used to take, your job was going through a crash and you were suffering from it. You were practically bait just waiting to be taken by an Alpha.

The whine of a police siren stopped you, looking over you watched the black and white car pull besides you. You stepped towards it hesitantly, and the window opened. Your nose filled with the scent of alpha, almost sickly sweet and heavy with sweat. You were expecting a big guy, but instead it was a petite blonde, who gave you a soft smile, waving towards you.

“ hey, what’s got you walking out here all alone? It’s a stormy mess. “

“…I missed the bus, I’ll be fine. “

“ you scared of the scent? I ain’t gonna do nothing to you dear, I’m an officer. Can I give you a ride, I’d hate to see you out here any longer.”

You were hesitant to answer. She was clearly official, the badge, the gun, the car obviously. But you were still weary. Her blue eyes shown with only kindness, it wouldn’t hurt, and you were a while from home.

“ alright maam…thank you officer…”

She unlocked the door, and you quickly got in, closing your umbrella and keeping it between your feet.

“ just call me Vanessa. What’s you name hun. “

“ Y/N. “

“ well Y/N, Where’s your home, I’m sure someone’s worried about ya. “

“ 146 WestWood avenue, I live in the apartment building there….and no..no one’s waiting for me. Not anymore atleast…“

Vanessa pulled back onto the road, she clicked her tounge, adjusting her radio on her hip and glancing over at you.

“ awfully sorry to hear that dear. You wanna talk about it..? “

She obviously wasn’t trying to get in Your legs, maybe she just hadn’t noticed your heat yet. You where ways told how tough and intimidating alphas where, but she was sweet, gentle, the complete opposite of what you where taught to respect.

“ my former spouse…they where a delta..said I wasn’t good enough for them..I wasn’t obedient enough. So they left me for some skimpy little omega. It’s why I was walking home…I don’t have a car, and any money I get right now is going towards bills “

“ oh dear. How awful is that…some people just don’t know how to treat a girl these days. Always expecting there omega to be perfect little things for them. Shame you’ve never had a real alpha..treat you good is what they’d do. “

You blushed, gripping you pants. Was that, attraction? Nonsense, she was just beings nice, she wouldn’t make a move on you that fast would she?

“ h-hehe…s-shame I might never know…”

“ nonsense…”

As she pulled up to the stop light, she turned to you, holding you chin. Your heat in you made you want to lunge into her and make out with her right here, but you were self trained enough to know better.

“ you just need to find the right one~ “

You never had this feeling,even from your ex spouse. Vanessa chuckled, and turned back to the road. You were confused, but warm, was this attraction? It couldn’t be, why would you be.

Vanessa pulled up to your apartment building, it was anything pretty. A worn down old building with rotting architecture. You gripped your umbrella as you slowly got out of the car, looking back at Vanessa.

“ you sure you good sweetheart? “

“ y-yeah…I’ll be ok..thank you officer. “

“ what’d I tell ya, you can just call me me Vanessa. I’m of shift anyway. Have a good night “

“ yes…well..I have some homemade soup cooking right now…would you wanna join me..? “

Vanessa smiled, hoping out of the car and locking it. She waked up to you and help your hand that was holding your umbrella.

“ I thought you’d never ask. “

*~*

You both had an Italian wedding soup with garlic bread for dinner, followed by a gentle conversation about eachother over wine. Something about her made you melt, it could just be the police uniform she was still in, maybe it was just how her eyes looked like little pools of water, or maybe it was just because this heat was so bad you’d take anything you could get.

“ so, Y/n. Have you got a nest built? “

“ Huh-?? “

“ well, that heat seems like it’s not going away anytime soon. I atleast hope you have somewhere comfy your curling up. “

Your face grew red at the question, she knew about the heat, you were stupid to think she didn’t. You gripped your pants and glanced off.

“ my beds all made up..pushed against the wall so I can curl up in it…”

“ good.”

“ why do you ask, Vanessa…”

Vanessa swirled her wine, before throwing back the last bit. Her eyes glanced across the room, before back at you, smiling softly.

“ just curious. if you needed some help finishing it I wouldn’t mind at all. “

“ o-oh uhm…I..I did get this big new comforter I can’t seem to..get over my bed..would you wanna help with that~? “

You both stood up, looking up at her with your big doe eyes.

“ I wouldn’t love anything more beautiful~ “

This was wrong. A random girl, a random alpha in your home, and now you were leading her to your nest, your little spot in this world. Your bedroom was the nicest room in the apartment, your bed all covered in multiple blankets and pillows to keep you comfy. You grabbed the new comforter, opening it from its packaging. Vanessa was silent behind you, before you felt her big hands grab your waist. You didn’t pull away, letting her feel up and down your delicate waist.

“ that feel good baby? “

“ mhm…such a strong grip on me…”

She pushed her head onto your shoulder, grinding on you gently.

“ well, I can’t let you get away now. You let me into your nest…”

“ and maybe i don’t want you to go away Vanessa~ “

You gridded back against her, whimpering softly. You could feel her bulge forming from under her tight uniform. She helped you throw the comforter over the nest before humping your ass.

“ you see what you do to me princess~? Fuck…I’m gonna have to fill you with my pups now~ “

“ o-officer~….”

You turned around, and she pulled you into a deep kiss, her lips practically eating your mouth. You held onto her waist, fiddling with her belt.

“ V-Vanessa….”

“ shh…poor little mutt…all pent up with that poor heat…let me take care of it…”

Vanessa slipped her fingers around your waistband, quickly pulling them down. You wore a pair of panties that were soaked through, slick coating your folds and upper thighs.

“ look at you…all this for me baby~? “

“ y-yeah….i-i cant help it…”

“ yeah? All dirty for me baby? “

Vanessa quietly unbuckled her belt, stripping off her pants to be let with a pair of navy blue boxer briefs on. Her bulge was big through it, and the tip just poked out the top.

“ big isn’t it baby? Bigger than that ex of yours? “

“ yes Vanessa…m-much..much bigger…”

She finally dropped her boxers, letting the full thing throb against your ass. It had to off been at least 9 inches, and it was thick. You could see the knot beginning to form at its base.

“ you gonna take this baby? Gonna let me stuff you good…? “

You let yourself fall backwards into the bed, keeping your legs spread open for her to gawk at.

“ I-I’m all your Vanessa. P-please officer…m-mate me…”

Vanessa let out a low growl, pinning you down in the bed. Her breath was warm against your neck, and she kissed down your face, leaving small bites on your cheeks and earlobes. She stripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, grinding against your soft folds.

“ s-stop teasing…please just fuck m-me…”

“ your little delta may of used you up quickly…but i…I savor my meal…what i do to you..”

You whined as she continued to thrust against your folds, before letting it finally slip in. You moaned out in a pleasured relief, your head going back against the soft blankets.

“ s-so…so tight..fuck..”

Vanessa got to a steady pace, holding you down tighter every time you squirmed from its size. Your moans would grow louder every time she’d thrust in deeper, panting into your chest. She stripped off your shirt and bra, gawking down at your tits.

“ V-Vanessa…nessa please it’s s-so big!! S’to big!! “

“ Quiet baby…I-I’m having fun here…Ima…Ima make you feel good soon gorgeous…”

She bent down and burried her face between your tits, thrusting in harder. Her dick was practically ripping you in half, making sure that your hole would only take her. You’d cry out, and she’d shut you up by thrusting in deeper, making you want to whine and moan louder.

“ who’s pretty pussy is this huh? Who’s it belong too y/n. “

“ Y-you!! I-it belongs to you Vanessa!! “

“ absolutely it does..f-fuck feels..feels s’good….”

With a quick movement, Vanessa grabbed your arms and held them above your head, leaning down into your neck. You were about to complain, before feeling her night down on your neck. And she bit hard. She was marking you, marking you as hers and hers only.

“ V-Vanessa!! “

She only groaned in response, throwing herself back and picking you up, sitting you ontop of her cock. She held your hips and thrusted into you deeper.

“ F-fuck!! N-nessy its t-to much!! I-I’m gonna cum! P-please please I-i can’t!! “

“ My…my girl…m-mine…my pretty girl…f-fuck..take it..take every last drop I give you “

And with that she slammed into you, you practically screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. You felt her knot locked in you, and you struggled to regain your breath. You felt her cum filling you, and you could only lay into her as you could feel yourself cumming with her.

“ A-h…ah…v-va…Vanessa…”

“ shh..so good y/n…so good…gentle, get some sleep…I’ll hold you..”

You didn’t argue, you held her tightly and met your eyes close, kissing her nose gently.

“ I l-love you vaness….”

“ i love you too y/n…”

*~*

You woke up surrounded by the comfort of your nest, but your legs twitched with pain. Vanessa must of got loose in the middle of the night, and gone home. You groaned, trying to cling to her scent, before hearing a knock on the door, Vanessa slowly made her way in.

“ I’m so sorry I was gone y/n. I ran to the bathroom. Do you need anything? Money, water, food? Let me look at your mark real quick too. “

Vanessa was quick to tend to whatever you needed. She delicately looked at the mark on your neck, before giving it a gentle kiss.

“ d-does this mean I’m your m-mate now nessy…? “

“ only if you want. But let me take you to dinner first, then you can choose. I’m sorry about it..I was stuck in the moment, and I just need you closer…so my instincts took over and I..marked you…I’m sorry hun..”

You kissed her gently, holding her hands and laying on her.

“ you did nothing wrong…w-will you make me breakfast..? “

“ of course hun. You stay here, soak up my scent. I love you y/n. “

“ I love you t-to Vanessa…”

Vanessa chuckled, slowly getting up and heading out of the room. You nuzzled into the pillows and sniffed each one. Her scent was everywhere, the sickly sweet scent mixed with sweat. But you could also smell fresh cucumber, mandarin, and eucalyptus. You smiled, hugging a pillow tightly and you began to drift off again.

You finally had the alpha you were always told you’d have. But yours was different, she was tought, but gentle. She was possesive, but kind and loving. And you wouldn’t have your Vanessa any other way.

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