THE ANGSTT✝️

You’re all mine

pairing: lady lesso x fem!reader

summary: Y/N was meant to be an Ever, but what happens as she becomes a Never?

warnings: death, teasing, fluff(ish)

a/n~ how many times ive watched this movie just for her is actually baffeling.

Y/N walked through the hall. There had to be some mistake, right? She was born and raised good, so how is she being handed dark reds and purples?

She walked quietly to her dorm. Thinking she would have some people to get to know. But when the door opened, it was empty. Shocker.

The girl Placed her very few things down. Skimming through the different dresses that would suit her side more. Finding a short dress that had ruffles all over the skirt. Grabbing the wooly black cardigan.

She skipped over the entire main hall, especially after the questioning stares she received.

After all, Y/N didn't care if she had friends or knew any of her professors or even her dean.

The girl changed and made her way to the grand room that held the welcome ceremony. Which she wished she didn't have to go to. But alas, she made her way through the building.

And it wasn't bad, really. Until the doors opened. Everyone turned to look to see who walked in. Gasp erupting from the Evers and the Nevers scoffing.

Y/N didn't belong where she was put.

It was even worse when she looked to the dean and professor. Professor Dovey looked shocked, and Lady Lesso...well she looked like she just got told she was teaching the Evers.

Y/N felt uneasy at all the unwanted attention. Even as she at down in the far back, she still had the attention.

Thankful for when the the Ever's boys came in. Dragging the attention of the entire class. They did their little show, and then Tedros came down. Giving Y/N her perfect escape.

She didn't know where she was going to go, but she just enjoyed wandering. And after hours of just roaming, she did eventually get lost. And then lost turned her day into night. Where did she run off to? Which way was her dorm?

That's when she noticed herself in the woods.

"Shit," she mumbled to no one. Or she thought there was no one.

"Aaah, so the Ever Never is lost!" A low voice hummed. Getting Y/N to look around confused. "I didn't think you could even speak!"

Y/N was scared. Terrified even. Her only plan was to run. Which she did. Her boots breaking branches and crushing leaves. Tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision to the point she missed her step and blacked out before meeting the ground.

~T.S~

Y/N shot up. Her room still only her. Her eyes lazily found a clock. Classes started in half an hour. Giving her only time to really just change and lightly fix her hair.

Where for the next twenty minutes she tried to find her class. Getting looks when she walked into the room. Taking the desk in the back and not saying anything.

The red haired dean walked in, and never in Y/N's life did she wish she was anywhere else as much as she did then and there.

"Defense class, my favorite! Either you're going to end up in the infirmary or you'll come out on top. That choice is yours!" Her voice was cheerful to watch this day. "Hort! You're first!"

A boy with black hair got up. Smiling when the thought of this would be easy. Until a guard walked in. His smile dropped in a blink.

That's how the class went. Student after student. Most winning and only a few failing.

"Never Ever! Head out the clouds, it's you're turn." Lady Lesso let her voice carry. Bringing her back to reality. "Defend or be end!" She smirked.

That's when Y/N noticed the open circle in the middle of the room. But without question, she stood in the middle of the room. Her outfit on full display for the room.

That's what she wanted to believe. Not the fact she was in the wrong school. She believed it was the ruffly belt around her snug maxi dress. The dull red corset being her the reason for her lack of air.

The guard stood almost twice her height. His teeth bared and his sword ready for battle.

"Go!" Lady Lesso boomed. Waiting for any move to be made. Her eyes trained to how scared Y/N looked. Her smile growing as the wolf charged.

The two danced around with Y/N getting a few scratches. It was getting repeadative. "For Hell's sake! Just kill her!" Lady Lesso scoffed.

Y/N panicked when the wolf lunged at her. But without thinking, Y/N closed her eyes.

And when they were open, she stood covered in blood. Her vision was in all black and white and everyone was gone. She could hear her name being called over and over.

"Y/N! Back down immediately!" Lady Lesso ordered. Her hands both wielding magic. "I'm serious! You've proven enough to me!"

Y/N looked down. She found everyone. The guard was dead on the ground and everyone was backed into a corner. She stared then to her feet. Closing her eyes once again.

And when she opened again. She was the last one in the room. Tears fell from her eyes.

"Y/N." Lady Lesso called. She had just walked back into the room. Closing the door behind her. "The objective was defend. I told you to stop and you didn't. Not to mention you broke a very big rule."

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispered. "I c-closed my eyes, I don't know what happened."

"I don't know if this can even be covered. The class is terrified of you and soon so will everyone." Lady Lesso completely ignored the student. "They're going to kick you out."

Y/N looked up. Meeting the dean's eyes. And the concern and worry made her break. She ran off and straight into her dorm.

~T.S~

"She hasn't been seen since. She's missed almost a week of classes. I don't think she meant to do it." Lesso sat in the room with all the other teachers and The School Master.

"She killed someone none the less! That's one of your schools biggest rule!" Dovey retaliated. "She's a danger to us all!"

"She apologized and ran out crying! A true Never would relish in a kill. She's punishing herself. I don't even know if she's eaten once. She has no roommates, no friends, she's a Ever placed as a Never." Lesso brought up the the self-quarantine. "She truly means no harm. She just can't control it yet."

"Well, our only choice is to put her on trial. I'm sure the roles are clear. We'll bring in a mix of former Nevers and Evers to be our jury. Either they decide it was a harmless accident, or they decide it was on purpose." The School Master concluded.

Lesso huffed, but she was the first person out the room. Making quick pace to Y/N's dorm. Knocking on the door aggressively. Finding the door already unlocked.

"Y/N." Her voice carried through the room. A small hum dragging her attention to the open balcony. The green eyes wandered through the dark, picking out the girls figure sitting on the railing. "We need to talk."

"I'm leaving...tonight..." Y/N spat out. Jumping down from the rail. "I'm not going to fit in anywhere."

Lesso sighed. "You can't leave. We met and agreed that you'll get a trial. If the jury decides you didn't mean it, you stay."

Y/N shook her head. "I can't stay. I'm nothing but a murderer. Nobody will like me even more. After all, I'm the Never Ever."

There was a silence engulfing the room. Lady Lesso watched carefully as Y/N packed what she brought. Grabbing her by the arm as she tried to walk past.

"I...can't let you leave. Y/N you don't understand what power you showed me. You need to be here to learn how to control it. So, even if I have to sit her and block you until the trial, then so be it." The red head let her go, only slightly pushing her back.

And it would've been a normal fight, until Y/N crumbled to the ground and started crying.

Lesso stood for a second, not knowing how to handle this, but she was going to try. She was going to try her absolute hardest to help her.

~T.S~

The year had flown by. Then the next. And the next. Then finally it was Y/N's last year.

Over each year she witnessed a lot. The schools unite from two readers, a Nevers ball, a Evers ball, and she finally had a few friends.

Y/N thought she would be home and have a lot of explaining to do, until she was told she got the privilege to be a teacher. It would only be an idiot to reject the offer.

Lady Lesso had delivered the news to her. Which only surprised her when Y/N threw herself to hug the woman.

They had become extremely close over the years. It wasn't a shocker. Someone had to become responsible for Y/N if she were to stay. Lesso took that role. Having a hint of hope for the girl.

And they both, in the end, were glad Y/N stayed. She learned so much from her mentor.

Like what it feels like to be in love.

But of course, it would only be a silly, measly, school girl crush. A lot of people fell for the beauty of evil. God, was she beautiful.

"Thank you for everything," Y/N pulled back. Her eyes seeming so innocent in the light. "I literally couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course, dove. And because of your history, they're creating a class specifically for you to teach. Powerful Defense. You'll teach the students who have extreme powers. It's almost like an advanced class." Lesso hummed. "You'll do amazing."

A silence fell between the two. They just start longingly at one another

The other professors watched the interaction from afar. It was obvious the two were practically married without knowing it. And was it getting boring!

So, when Dovey walked by, she shoved past Y/N on 'accident'. Pushing the two incredibly closer.

Now they were centimeters away from kissing. Their warm breaths brushing past each other. They weren't moving. In that moment, it was only them.

"I..." Y/N whispered. She wanted to form any sentence.

"Come on, use your words princess." Lesso teased. Smirking at the intense blush.

Y/N couldn't breathe. How was this woman so calm?!

Stammering and stutters were all that Y/N could form. "Aww, look at you. Going all dumb for me." Y/N closed her mouth and stopped the noises.

"It's just you're so...so..." Y/N trailed of her sentence. Getting lost in the hands that squeezed her hips. Increasing the force when the sentence stopped. "So attractive!" She spat. Panic taking over her.

"Oh, you are just too cute for evil. It's why I adore you, always boosting my ego." She narrowed her eyes. "I'm gonna kiss you now."

"In front of everyone?!" Y/N shot her eyes open. Catching the nod.

"I'm gonna let them know you're all mine darling."

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Mrs.Johansson?! How did I not see these, I’m gonna make Rockband AU fanfics of her now just cause of this

We're all adults here - Steve Rogers

Summary: Reader covers up when training outside with the team because someone just happened to cover her in hickies the night before. But what happens when reader is forced to take her cover-up off? 0.6k+ wc

Going outside in the summer heat to practice with the team was not what you had in mind, especially when the modern indoor training facilities were all available, with a track just as big, and more importantly, air conditioning that worked perfectly well. Normally, you wouldn't have a problem with it, putting on shorts and a sports bra before joining Natasha outside, but usually, your boyfriend didn't go so crazy in bed the night before. Steve, ever so worked up after not seeing you for a few days while on a mission, had come home, making a beeline to your room where he finally pushed you up against the wall, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin before taking you on every piece of furniture he could find.

You felt Steve's guilty gaze on you the second you met with the rest of the team outside, clad in a thin sports jacket and shorts. At least you looked cute, despite how quickly you were going to overheat. "Oh you're crazy crazy." Comments Natasha the instance she sees you, beginning her warmup around the track. You quickly join her, rolling your eyes playfully at her, though it's hard to ignore the way you immediately feel the way the long sleeves are clinging onto your skin the second you start to perspire.

By the end of your laps on the track, your face is all red and you need to lean on your knees to catch your breath, panting heavily. You didn't think one little piece of clothing would have such an effect on your performance, but apparently it did, making you fan your hands in front of your face in hopes of helping with the heat. "Y/n just take it off, what's going on?" Remarks Clint bemusedly. "Yeah we all know it's too hot for this kind of clothing. Is there a particular reason you're so dressed up?" You put your hands on your hips, chest heaving up and down as you digest Bucky's question. You shake your head, gratefully accepting the cool bottle of water your boyfriend offers you, a guilty grimace on his face.

Steve's cheeks are flushed pink, and whether that's due to the warmup or how close you guys are to being found out, he doesn't know. The team have known about the two of you before you even knew, clueless about the other's feelings, but Steve, being the old soul that he is, prefers to keep details about your sex life private when possible. "Does Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with this?" Teases Tony, only half-joking, hints of a smile on his face. You scoff, which immediately has your teammates looking at you quizzically. Did Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with it? "Okay Y/N, on a serious note, you're going to overheat training in that." Tony adds, his eyebrows furrowing. "Look, we're all adults here." You defend, spinning away from your team as your hand hesitantly reaches up to drag the zipper of your jacket down your torso. When you turn back around, the rest of your team is still staring expectantly at you, leaving you to watch as their reactions form on their faces.

"Holy shit!" Clint exclaims, words drowned by the loud wolf-whistles Natasha sends you way, eyes glued to your chest. "Okay, stop looking!" You scold her, and Bucky immediately looks away from you even though the words aren't directed at him, slapping a hand on the back of Steve's shoulder in pride. The dark hickies are scattered all around your chest and neck, dipping under your sports bra, leaving the rest for imagination. You chuckle uncomfortably, tightening your ponytail "Wild night, am I right?" You hear Steve choke over his drink before you see it, spinning around to take a look at his red face, water dribbling down his chin and onto his tight shirt as he catches his breath. "Sorry sweetheart." You mutter, taking a step towards him so you can press a kiss on his cheek, his hand instinctively coming up to rest on your waist.

"Why are you apologising to him? Look at yourself!"

holy fuuuckkkkk

Punk Sevika part 2. ✨

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La reina - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia fell for someone she never expected—Y/n, a younger college student who couldn’t care less about football. They have nothing in common, yet somehow, they just work. Here’s a little glimpse into their relationship.

Warnings: smut (+18); we have smut, we have fluff, we have angts, we have comfort we have Alexia eating Y/n out while making as 11 with her tongue...I'm sure you guys will feel fed <3

Word count: 7k

MASTERLIST

Notes: this was a request! So sorry it took me about a month to write it.

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Y/n was practically bouncing on her feet when she saw Alexia at the airport. Well, it wasn’t exactly an airport since the Spain squad all travelled privately on their way back home.

The space was mostly empty, with only the player’s families present. There were no crowds asking for photos or cameras flashing since they weren’t allowed in.

But it didn’t matter. All Y/n cared about was Alexia. It had been three weeks since she left for camp in another country.

The matches the Spanish played were all friendly to prepare for real and important games–at least that’s what Alexia had explained to her, Y/n didn’t know much about football except that Alexia looked very pretty while playing it.

It was weird being at the airport knowing that in another two weeks, Y/n would have to come here, but to drop Alexia off as she had another game, this time in Portugal.

Alexia and Y/n didn’t spend a lot of time together. If they had gone on a date at least 3 times in the last 3 months Y/n would be lying. So she tried to be her best self around Alexia, tried to enjoy her and made sure Alexia was getting the rest she needed

T/n looked at the gate and saw that the first players to walk through the private airport doors were Pina and Patri, both girls quickly stopped to greet Y/n and do some small conversation, and then Aitana joined them, her well-travelled pillow hanging on her arm.

Y/n could not really focus on the conversation; she kept turning back to see if Alexia was there already.

“The staff on the plane asked her to take some pictures,” Aitana said, noticing how Y/n’s eyes kept bouncing from the group to the gate. “She’ll probably be the last to get out of the plane.

“She’s always the last, though,” Y/n said in a half-whined.

“Perks of being La Reina’s girlfriend,” Aitana said winking, before saying goodbye, taking Pina and Patri with her.

Y/n’s impatience grew as the minutes dragged on. Three and a half bitten nails later, Alexia showed up.

Her face was soft with exhaustion, her Barcelona hoodie slightly oversized, making her look unfairly huggable. 

Her blonde hair was messy from sleep, falling over her shoulder as she had just spent the whole flight dreaming–which probably happened because Alexia was rather sleepy, even if she denied it assiduously.

I took her some time, but Alexia inevitably saw Y/n in the middle of the private airport lobby and instantly smiled, opening her arms, and letting Y/n come to her.

Their hug was long. 

Alexia allowed Y/n to properly crush her torso all she wanted with her arms, but it didn’t bother Alexia; she had a load of muscle underneath her hoodie, and Y/n’s hug didn’t even tickle her.

“Hi,” Alexia said in Y/n’s ear, putting her hand on the girl’s head and pressing her even more against her body. 

Y/n mumbled something incoherent and just pressed her face more into the Barça hoodie, listening to Alexia’s heartbeat.

Alexia’s hand let go of her suitcase, planting her palm underneath Y/n’s shirt, on her warm back.

Being apart for too long was hard on both of them, but especially on Y/n. She was a very affectionate, physical-touch-as-a-love-language kind of girl. 

Naturally, she didn’t spend days sobbing in bed whenever Alexia was away–certainly, if she did that, she would die of dehydration–instead, she kept on with her life. The pressure in her chest never fully went away, especially during Alexia’s away games. It settled there, quietly constant, a reminder of how much she missed her.

The one way she found to cope with it was to bury herself in university work and focus on her classes and hobbies, like learning French and knitting. Alexia joked that every time she came back from a trip Y/n had learned something completely new from scratch.

“Missed you, mi vida,” Alexia said, breathing Y/n’ vanilla perfume on, one that she had got very used to, and missed whenever she was away. “Three weeks is way too long; I won’t ever do it again.”

Alexia bent her head a little just so Y/n could kiss her. First, she kissed her lips, then her cheeks, nose and forehead. Alexia was a very private person, and their relationship was still a secret to the public, but right now she could only care about Y/n and the way her kisses tickled her.

“I’ll hide you from Fifa for the rest of the year,” Y/n mumbled, bringing Alexia even closer to her. “They’ll never find you again and we’ll just stay together and live off of pizza.”

“I agree on the whole kidnap me from FIFA,” Alexia said, kissing Y/n’s head. “But I’ll have to pass the pizza thing, that wouldn't be very healthy, would it?”

“Look at you and your healthy diet,” Y/n rolled her eyes and jokingly pushed Alexia away “I forgot how much of a freak you are with food…I may or may not have like– a bunch of very unhealthy snakes lying around in your kitchens,” 

“They made me so happy while you were away,”  Y/n said, giving Alexia her best puppy eyes. “Please ignore them, and don’t–”

“I’ll throw them away,” Alexia started with a malicious smile.

“Oh come on!” Y/n huffed, crossing her arms. “They are my favourite flavour.”

The player took her suitcase with one hand and wrapped Y/n’s shoulder with the other, leading them out of the airport. 

“Come on, cariño you need to have some healthy habits,” Alexia said casually if it was that simple to give up on chips. 

“Where did you park the car?”

“You don’t understand that having a snack is essential for my mental health,” Y/n said, pointing at the black Cupra car parked a few meters away.

Alexia chuckled, opening her palm for Y/n to give her the keys. “You can keep half of your snacks and we’ll give the rest to the ninãs on the team.”

Y/n looked for the keys in her pocket and gave them to Alexia. 

They had already fought multiple times over Alexia–possessive and annoying driving behaviour.

Alexia always had to be the one driving, it didn’t matter when or where; the keys were always hers. The only time Y/n had a chance to drive Alexia’s cars was when she wasn’t in Barcelona, that was the only circumstance she would allow her to touch the keys.

“It’s not fair that Vicky gets to eat chips without an earful and I don't” Y/n grumbled, getting into the passenger seat after Alexia opened the door for her.

Ever the gentlewoman.

Alexia went around the vehicle, got behind the wheel, and started the car. “Vicky is a professional athlete who actually cares about what she eats, you, otherwise, would eat only pasta for a straight week If I didn’t ask you to change up a bit.”

“Vicky might be a professional athlete, but I’m a university student.” Y/n put her hands to her chest dramatically. “Do you know how impossible it is to survive studying without snacks? I’m out here shaping tiny minds, Ale—I need fuel! It’s not easy to be an early childhood education major.”

“Sorry, amor.” Alexia rolled her eyes playfully, placing a hand on Y/n’s tight.  “You can keep all your snacks, okay? Don’t want you losing your mind over…midterms? That’s what you call them?”

Y/n smiled triumphantly. She had to keep on her snacks, HA!

“Yep, but my midterms are over, remember?” Y/n said looking at Alexia. “I had my last test three days ago, I texted you about it.”

“Merda,” [shit] Alexia said looking from the road to Y/n. “Sorry, mi vida, I forgot about it. How did you go?”

It didn’t bother Y/n anymore. Alexia was very forgetful about personal things, even though they were important to her.

Her head was too much on football, on the team and the girls. Alexia took her duties as capitana very seriously, her job didn’t stop after she got off training or the pitch. But Y/n was learning, little by little, how to manage that, Alexia too.

Alexia and Y/n hadn’t been dating for a long time, they were together for a little over 8 months. 

Their relationship had ups and downs, just like any other. Their main source of conflict was because of how different their words were. 

They had an age gap, not too big, but enough to cause some generational conflicts; Alexia was like the best footballer in the world, while Y/n was ‘just’

a university student; and last but not least: their relationship was a secret.

Alexia didn't like to call it secret, she preferred ‘private’ but Y/n liked to call it what it was: hidden.

Y/n didn’t like it. She wanted to just be in a normal relationship. She didn’t want to go full 3rd base with Alexia in the middle of the street, but she did want to post a picture of her for Valentine’s Day or go out without pretending to be friends…

But again, they were always working around it.

“The grade isn’t out yet, but I think I did good!” Y/n said proudly. “It was for a philosophy test, so I had to write a lot, but overall it was okay.”

“La meva nena intelligent,” [my smart girl], Alexia, said, also sounding proud. “I’ll buy you something if you get an A.”

“You always say that and you buy what I want regardless of my grades,” Y/n giggled. “And my university grades are between 1 and 10, we don’t use the letter systems.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you always work hard,” Alexia shrugged. “It doesn't matter your grade, I always know you do great.”

“Tell that to my children's psychology professor” Y/n said, rolling her eyes. “That woman is making my life a living hell.”

“Okay, do you have her phone or–” Alexia said deadpan.

“What?”

“To talk to your professor, she should be kinder to her students.” Alexia acted like ringing up a university professor because your girlfriend wanted to was a normal–casual– thing to do. “Professors are like captains on the team, the captain needs to be firm but also friendly and open to conversation, right?” She asked, looking at Y/n as they stopped at a red light.

“You really know how to ball while I know Aristotle, huh?” Y/n said smiling.

“Huh?” Alexia asked with furrowed eyebrows. “What do you mean? And yeah, I know how to ball, I won the Ballon d'Or, bebè, twice.”

For someone who didn’t know Alexia, they would think she was bragging, but she was simply stating a fact that she thought Y/n wasn't familiar with.

Y/n had missed this, having Alexia around, and talking to her… she just missed her girlfriend a lot, and unfortunately, in the last few months they had spent more time away than with each other, so she had to make the most of it.

“I know, Ale! I meant it like–” Y/n saw the confusion on Alexia’s face and decided to pick her battles. “Actually, just forget about it.”

“Why?” Alexia asked.

“Cause the green light is just on and we need to get home very fast,” Y/n said urgently, pointing at the traffic light.

Alexia looked at her anxiously while beginning to drive. “Why do we need to get home fast, are you car sick again?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Alexia was killing the mode.

“No, Alexia!” Y/n said, a slight blush on her face “I just spent three weeks without my super hot girlfriend and I feel like I’m in the trenches, okay?”

Alexia understood what the girl meant right away, a grin growing on her face as she stepped up the speed.

“Don’t worry, cariño, I’ll take good care of you when we get home,” Alexia said as she pressed her foot harder on the accelerator pedal.

“Ale, I think you just went through a red light,” Y/n said, turning her neck to see the clearly red traffic light.

“It’s alright,” Alexia waved off. “I’ll just pay the car ticket later.”

Y/n’s underwear felt a well-known feeling in between her legs, she pressed her tight together, trying to find some friction.

Alexia barely parked the car when they arrived at Alexia’s house minutes later. A trio that was usually 20 minutes turned into 10. It was safe to say that Alexia went over and beyond the limit speed.

Alexia didn’t even wait for Y/n to step a foot into the house, her hands were already all over her, pressing, grabbing, touching every centimetre of skin she could find.

The blonde turned Y/n around and pressed her body against the closed door, her hand impatiently undid the button of Y/n’s jeans, her warm hand meeting Y/n’s wet underwear.

“Already this wet, cariño?” Alexia purred on Y/n’s ear, while her hand cupped Y/n’s tits under her shirt.

“Uhum,” Y/n moaned, moving her hips against Alexia’s hands. “I missed you.”

“I know you did, she did too,” she said. That's how Alexia would–sometimes–call Y/n’s pussy. “She’s so ready for me,  I could just ease a finger right in.”

Y/n whimpered, feeling Alexia press her even more against the cold door as one of her fingers slowly made its way into her hole. She was drenched, having spent two whole weeks without Alexis was the same as not feeling pleasure at all.

Y/n did touch herself–Alexia allowed her– but it didn’t feel the same. Y/n craved more than just a touch, she needed closeness, she needed words and reassurance during sex. 

She needed Alexia, and now she had her.

“Vols un dit més, cariño?” [Do you want a finger, cariño?] Alexia asked, not waiting for Y/n to respond before adding one more in her pussy. “I think you do, you’ve been so good while I was away, took care of yourself, and did well at uni, you deserve it, mi vida.” 

Y/n could cum just with Alexia’s words, she knew how much Y/n was a whore for compliments and she used it as her weapon during sex.

“Ale,” Y/n whimpered, pressing her tits on Alexia’s hands. “Thank you, fuck–”

Alexia smirked, noticing the effect she had on her girl. 

“That's what we’re going to do,” Alexia said, nipping Y/n’s earlobe. “You’re going to ride my finger right now, and then I’m taking you to bed and you’re riding my face, how does that sound?”

Y/n nodded frenetically. To be honest, she didn’t understand a word Alexia said, all she heard was ‘cum’ and ‘ride’, and that was exactly what she was going to do.

Alexia took her hand off Y/n’s chest, which earned her a whine from Y/n. “Be patient, I’ll give your tits more attention later.” 

The player wrapped her hand around Y/n’s waist, steading Y/n as she began buckling her hip, making Alexia’s finger reach even deeper than before.

“Oh–uh,” Y/n moaned, mouth hand open as Alexia sucked a spot on the back of her neck. “Almost there, Ale…I–”

“You can cum whenever you want, sweetheart,” Alexia said, kissing the new purple spot she made on the girl's skin. “Go on, be good and cum on my fingers.”

Y/n was a very good girl, so she did just that. 

She felt her body go still as shockwaves ran through her body, Alexia’s name coming out of her mouth as if it were a prayer.

When Y/n’s muscles went soft, Alexia held her tighter, but she didn’t let the girl recover, her fingers were moving against her wet walls again.

“Ale, amor–” Y/n whimpered, pressing her forehead against the door as the pleasure took over her body once again. “Please, hmm.”

It was like Alexias was all over her body; as if her cells had entered Y/n’s skin. She could only feel Alexia, and hear Alexia, all her senses belonged to the player.

“Give me one more,” Alexia murmured in her ear. “I know you want to, cariño.”

Alexia added a third finger and moved faster, her thumb meeting Y/n’s clit as she gently played with it.

It was enough for Y/n to cum again. Her breathing failed and for a second no air came into her lungs, but it didn’t matter because a wave of bliss consumed her body once again.

“Just like that,” Alexia purred, slowing the pace of her fingers, helping the girl come down from her orgasm. “I missed seeing you cum.”

Alexia turned her around and kissed her face, murmuring praises as Y/n tried to come back from her high.

“Now let’s go to my room,” Alexia said, wrapping her arm around the girl’s waist again. “Wanna taste you on my tongue.” 

They were off to a wild and long night.

..

The next day Y/n woke up with Alexia’s mouth on her.

Alexia had taken her pyjama shorts off, and her mouth was on Y/n’s pussy, lapping at her wetness as her hands possessively grabbed her tights.

It took a few seconds for Y/n to understand what was happening, but when she realised, she welcomed it with a grin. 

Alexia always ate her out when she could, it was almost part of her routine. But of course, she couldn't do that while she was away, so it was nice to have this part of her day back.

Alexia was extremely skilled with her fingers, her mouth, with her strap…It was like she was very aware of every movement she made all the time. She knew exactly what to grab, what to lick and what to pinch to make Y/n moan and melt.

“Baby,” Y/n whined, moving her hips, trying to make Alexias go faster. “More?”

“Don’t move, cariño.” Alexia firmed her grip on Y/n’s tight. “Let me do the work, just lay there for me.”

It was almost impossible to just lay there, especially after Alexias fucked her with her finger against it. The two middle ones were deep into her pussy, Y/n’s walls welcoming them as part of her own body.

“Ale, hmm, please–” Y/n whimpered, holding her hand to her side because she knew Alexia didn’t like when she pulled her hair while she was eating her out.

It was something about being in control, Alexia told her once.

“Baby, so go–” Y/n was interrupted when Alexia took the shirt she was wearing and stuffed the hem into her mouth, the fabric quickly becoming wet.

Y/n stared at Alexia with wide eyes.

“Shh, just enjoy it, bebè,” Alexia said, sucking at Y/n’s clit while making eye contact, her left hand marking Y/n’s hip bone with her finger.

Y/n closed her eyes and did what Alexia told her: she enjoyed it.

Y/n was grabbed tightly at the bedsheets as she felt Alexia's tongue moving faster, and then she noticed it.

Alexia was making the number 11 with her tongue, moving it up and down slowly before moving it to the side. She did it again, and again. 

And that’s when Y/n felt that well-known feeling. An orgasm erupted from her body as she bit into her shirt, her body, her body shook and she came to Alexia’s mouth. 

Then it all went black.

“You’ll hurt your jaw, cariño,” Y/n heard Alexia say as if she was far away. She quickly opened her eyes and was met with Alexia’s hazel eyes. 

“Hi,” Alexia said, smiling. “Let go of it, baby,” Alexia tugged at the material in Y/n’s mouth.

Y/n looked at Alexia with furrowed brown, and then she looked down. She had forgotten Alexia had stuffed her shirt in. She dizzily opened her mouth and Alexia took the hem of the shirt from her.

Y/n was confused. She remembered having an orgasm and then… blank. When she was overstimulated she would sometimes black out and wake up minutes later.

“Lift your arms for me, let me take the shirt off,” Alexia asked while caressing Y/n’s cheek.

Y/n shook her head, still looking at Alexia, feeling safe in her presence. She was confused, but Alexia would make it better. She always did.

Alexia tilted her head. “Why not?”

“Cold,” Y/n said, leaning into Alexia’s palm.

“I’ll give you my shirt,” Alexia promised. “And you’ll be warm.”

Y/n obediently lifted her arms and let Alexia strip her. She was fully naked when Alexia came back from her closet, a red shirt in her hand.

Alexia carefully put it on Y/n and went to the bathroom, coming back with a few wipes in hand. She spread Y/n’s thighs open and cleaned her, reassuring her whenever Yn whined, telling her she was too sensitive.

At the end, Alexia tucked Y/n in and kissed her forehead.

“Are you feeling sleepy, cariño?” 

Yn nodded, a pout on her face as she turned her head on her pillow and closed her eyes. Alexia had tired her out and the clock said it wasn’t even 6 am.

“Take a nap,” Alexia said as she got on the bed with Y/n, gently guiding Y/n’s head to her chest. “ I’ll stay here with you.”

Y/n fell asleep seconds later.

A few hours later, Alexia woke Y/n up with breakfast on the bed–or at least what Alexia considered breakfast– she chopped a bunch of fruits in a bowl and put them on a breakfast tray.

“Where’s the rest?” Y/n asked, still sleepy, rubbing her eyes.

Alexia sat next to Y/n and looked at her confused. “What do you mean the rest?”

“Hmm, the rest of the food?” Y/n said, pointing at the tray in front of her. “Do you want me to start the day off with two bananas and a mango? Where is the chocolate chip pancake?”

“You should always start your day with fibre, cariño.” Alexia crossed her arms. “We can go out for brunch and get whatever you want if you eat your fruit salad.”

“Whatever I want?” Y/n asked, a teasing smile on her face.

“Sí.”

“I want you then.

Alexia clearly wasn’t waiting for that answer because she got flushed hard and fast. It was cute, seeing Alexia, normally calm and chill, getting squirmish under her gaze.

It didn’t last long though, she was quickly back to her normal, confident self.

“Eat your fruit and you’ll have it,” she whispered against Y/n’ smooth, before taking the girl into a deep kiss. “Now go on, I want us to go on a run before noon.”

The mention of run made Y/n’s horniness disappear from her body.

“A run? But you just got back from camp!” Y/n whined. “You can’t be serious, normal people rest after they’re done working.”

Y/n could see Alexia's rigorous and inflexible persona coming right in.

“Cariño, I have to keep my routine, you know that,” Alexia said, nudging Y/N’s shoulder. “If I skip, I’ll regret it later.”

“Runs help prevent injuries, too, it makes my ligaments stronger.” She continued, kissing Y/n’s face to make her soften up. It worked.

Y/n didn’t have a chance to fight it and she knew.

Her shoulder gave up a little. “Fine! But can I go on the golf card while you run?”

“No,” Alexia said deadpan. “That wouldn't be running.”

“But you are the–oh so glorious– professional footballer, I’m just a future kindergarten teacher!” Y/n said. “Would you like it if I made you do class planning? I don’t think so.” Y/n crossed her arms.

If Alexia was insisting on her company on the run, she was doing it her way.

“Cariño! You never work out with me,” Alexia complained.

“That’s because I never work out, Alexia; it’s nothing personal,” Y/n said.

“You told me one of your New Year resolutions was starting to work out,” Alexia said, her turn to cross her arms.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n waved her off. “But that was a long few months ago.”

“We’re in February.” 

“But it’s a leap year!”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Alexia asked exasperatedly.

“The more you argue the later you start your run,” Y/n said, taking a piece of banana and putting it into her mouth.

Alexia gave up.

“Fine, just finish it, ok? I’ll take a shower,” Alexia said, turning around and going to their shared bathroom.

"I’ll join you in a moment!" Y/n yelled from the bed, but in her mind, she was already planning the fastest route to avoid a run and the fastest way to get in the shower with Alexia.

She couldn't lose the opportunity of seeing Alexia naked and wet.

Y/n had never eaten a fruit salad so fast in her life.

..

Y/n and Alexia compromised.

Y/n did run with her for 2km, but Alexia did the rest of her run having Y/n driving a golf cart by her side.

That way Y/n did what she loved the most: just sit and look pretty while having quality time with Alexia.

The couple talked a lot during the run, mainly about Y/n's classes and about the time Alexia spent on camp.

The good thing about having a partner who lived a completely different life than you? The gossip!

How else would Y/n know about which gold medalist was sleeping with who? And how else would Alexia know about the two professors in the philosophy department who were going through an ugly divorce because of cheating?

“And guess what?” Y/n said, easily turning the wheel to divert from a hole in the ground. 

“What?” Alexia asked, a little out of breath because of her exercise.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Guess!” 

“I don't know!” Alexia said. “Tell me, cariño, please?”

Please. Huff.

Alexia refused to say please when they were having sex, but quickly said the word when she wanted to hear the biggest gossip around the campus–that she didn't even attend!

Y/n lowered her speed to keep up with Alexia, who was going at a slower pace.

“The professor cheated on a student! It's a girl majoring in social services!” Y/n disclosed the gossip. “If you had asked me, I would say social services were the last one on my list of students sleeping with professors.”

Alexia laughed. “And what major would be first?”

“Engineering major,” Y/n stated expressionlessly. “Any type of engineering major. I've heard stories.”

“What stories?” Alexia asked.

“Oh you wouldn't like to know,” Y/n said as she got faster leaving Alexia behind.

“Cariño, stop it,” Alexia said. “You're going too fast.”

“But I need to get home and pee!” Y/n yelled back. “Just get in the car with me and we'll go.”

“No!”Alexia said. “I have to finish my running.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and got faster, ignoring Alexia’s lecture and leaving her behind and she drove back to Alexia’s house.

When Alexia got home 30 minutes later than Y/n, she opened the door and found the girl lying on the sofa, fresh out of the shower.

Alexia bent down from the back of the couch to give the Y/n a kiss but was met with a pillow on her face.

“Excuse me?” Alexia asked, offended.

“Shower first,” Y/n said, still holding the pillow up while holding a book with the other. “And then you can have your kiss.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

“I want a kiss now,” Alexia demanded calmly.

Y/n simply pointed at the hallway to the bathroom.

Alexia groaned but headed to the bathroom.

“No groaning,” Y/n yelled from the sofa.

Alexia replied by slamming the bathroom door shut.

Grumpy.

After Alexia emerged from the bathroom, fresh from her shower with her hair still damp, she made her way to the living room. She found Y/n exactly where she had left her—lounging on the sofa—but the book she'd been reading was long forgotten.

Noticing the amused smile on Y/n’s face as she scrolled through her phone, Alexia leaned over the back of the couch without a word, curious about the source of her laughter.

Y/n, still grinning, explained that she was watching funny videos from a new social media app—one Alexia had never even heard of. 

She did her best to break down what was happening in the video, but no matter how much she tried, Alexia just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

All Alexia knew was that Y/n wanted them to participate in whatever the couple on the video were doing.

“–And then we start running,” Y/n said with a proud smile, holding up her phone as a TikTok played on the screen. “Easy, right? I won’t post it, of course. It’s gonna be in my drafts.” 

“I still don't understand, cariño,” Alexia said.

The player had changed her position, and her shoulder was resting on the sofa’s arm as she squinted her eyes at Y/n phone.

“What you don't understand this time?” Y/n asked, slightly imapantient.

Alexia didn't know anything about social media. Nothing. Nada. Y/n wasn't an influencer but she knew her way around technology and trends and was very active on her Instagram. 

Alexia, on the other hand, was happy if she didn't forget her Instagram password. Which she did, several times. Y/n had to be the one to get a new password for her.

“What's the propòsit d’aixop?”[What’s the purpose of this?] Alexia asked. 

“Alexia, my love,” Y/N said, cupping Alexia’s cheeks dramatically. “It’s just a TikTok trend. It’s supposed to be dumb. That’s literally the whole point.”

“Dumb, bebè?” [baby] Alexia said, taking Y/n’s wrists in her hands gently and holding them under her lap. “I'm not tonta, and neither are you, why post us being silly?” [silly]

Y/n tried to free her wrists, but Alexia held tighter.

“Because everybody does it!” Y/n answered in a whine. 

It was always like that with Alexia. 

They spent most of the time away from each other, having to text or do video chats, and when they were together they couldn’t even do normal couple things because Alexia was Barcelona’s princess. 

She had the whole world watching her all the fucking time. 

“Cariño, we’re not like everyone else,” Alexia said, running a hand through her hair. “I have contracts and sponsors and… I just don’t want to do anything that could cause problems, you know?”

Y/n tugged at her wrist harder, and this time Alexia let her go with a huff. Y/n's eyebrows were furrowed.

“It 's a tiktok trend, Alexia! I'm not going to film you using cocaine or kicking a puppy!” Y/n said, the tone of her voice getting louder. “Everybody does it! Everybody! It's supposed to be fun, something that couples do.”

Alexia Pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“We are not everybody,” she repeated as if Y/n didn't listen the first time.

“No! You are not everybody,” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. “And maybe I just wanted to feel like a normal girlfriend for once—ever think about that? I miss spending time with you!”

Y/n loved Alexia, she had said it to her three months ago, she loved her so much it hurt, but moments like this, when she felt like a secret, when she felt like Alexia’s career was the most important thing in in life, she sometimes wished Alexias was just another normal person.

Maybe that way Alexia would have time for her. Maybe if she wasn’t La Reina, Alexia would walk with her and hold her hand, maybe they wouldn't have to spend all their time together because Alexia was too busy to be with her.

Someday she wished Alexia wasn’t La Reina. Today was one of those days.

Alexia opened her mouth, but Y/n didn't let her argue.

“Nope, I’m talking—because you just got back from a three-week camp, and now you’re leaving again! For another week! In Portugal! Do you see the problem here, Ale?”

“I know, cariño,” Alexia sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s just… My schedule is a mess. I don’t know how to fix that.”

Alexia knew it was coming, she just didn’t know it was going to be today. When she got back from long trips Y/n would always whine and complain about how much she was away, but she never screamed or yelled about it. 

They had arguments over it, but it was always toned down, almost like very logical arguments. But this time Y/n seemed to have a lot of feeling boiling inside of her, waiting for the right moment to let them ou.t

Y/N stepped closer, pressing a hand flat against Alexia’s chest. “It means that I miss you, Alexia. Like, a lot.”

Y/n felt a tear on her cheek, but she quickly cleaned it, she wasn’t going to cry. She was angry and frustrated–with a very good reason–and

“I miss you! But even when you're around we can't do girlfriend stuff because of football, or because of the media, interviews, photoshoots–” Y/n counted down on her finger every little commitment Alexia had on her routine regularly.”

“–and I know you have your career, but–” Okay, maybe she was going to cry a little.

Alexia wrapped her arms around Y/n, bringing her close to her chest. 

“–you have me too.” Y/n finished, finally letting the tears run free as she buried her face in Alexia's chest, letting herself be comforted.

Alexia sat back down on the couch, bringing Y/n with her; the younger girl was straddling her lap, her face resting on Alexia’s neck.

Y/n let out a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against Alexia’s shoulder. The weight of the moment settled between them, thick and unspoken.

Alexia didn’t rush to fill the silence. Instead, she tightened her hold, her fingers tracing slow patterns against Y/n’s back. “Hey,” she murmured after a while, voice soft but sure. “I’ve got you.”

“Calma, tot està bé." [it's okay.] Alexia continued in a soft tone. “Pots plorar, sóc aquí." [“I'm here, you can cry"]

Alexia patted Y/n’s back, chin on the younger girl's head. She rocked Y/n and let her cry for a few minutes, even though she hated the sounds of her girl’s sobs.

When Y/n seemed calmer, Alexia slightly pushed her body away so she could look at her.

 Alexia cleaned some tears on her cheek and kissed the pout on Y/n's face. 

“I’m sorry, mi vida," Alexia said softly, rubbing her thumb over Y/N’s cheek. "I didn’t realize how much this was bothering you.”

Y/n looked down, feeling embarrassed by her outburst. “No, I'm–I'm Sorry, I shouldn't freak out over a stupid TikTok.”

“No, don't say that,” Alexia said, kissing her forehead. “It's not stupid if you care about it, and both of us know it’s more than the TikTok thing,”

“It's just a TikTok trend” Y/n mumbled, feeling like a spoiled brat. “I'm not gonna lose a limb, it's alright, we don't have to do It.” 

“We can do it, sí?” Alexia said. “But you have to explain it to me again.”

Y/n smiled at Alexia. “Ok, I'll explain again.”

“Great!” Alexia said, kissing in on the lips. “And after that, we can sit down and plan a trip just for us.”

Y/n sniffled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “A trip?” she repeated, her voice still slightly shaky. “You don’t have any breaks until July, we can’t make any trips.”

“Not a long trip, no. But I was thinking… Maybe we can steal a weekend for ourselves. Just the two of us.” Alexia hummed, tucking a loose strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear. “Soy la Reina, no? I’ll ask for a day off next Friday, so we’ll have the whole weekend for us.” 

“You don't have to do that just because of me,” Y/n said. “Your career is important, I know it. I was just being… sort of a brat.”

“You weren’t being a brat, don’t say that,” Alexia cupped Y/n’s face. “I've been very busy, I know we haven’t spent a lot of quality time together; I’ll get better at it, okay?”

Y/n nodded, bringing her face to Alexia’s shoulder. 

“I didn't mean it when I said I wanted us to be like everybody else,” Y/n whispered. “I'm sorry I said that.”

Y/n was embarrassed now. Y/n knew she was agreeing to all of this when she and Alexia started dating. She wasn't being fair to Alexia. The players had an opposite life compared to her, a very different one from most people, and Y/ should respect it.

Alexia sighed, rubbing Y/N’s back. “I know it sucks, cariño. I don’t mean to make you feel like an afterthought—it’s just… football takes over everything.”

“I’m sorry it took me some time to see it,” Alexia continued, putting her hand under Y/n’s shoulder and rubbing her back, feeling the slight movement of her breathing.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Tenerife,” Alexia said after a few minutes. “Alba went there last month and said it was very charming.”

“Tenerife is nice,” Y/N mumbled against Alexia’s skin. “It’s got beaches… a volcano… and probably a bunch of cute little cafés.”

“A volcano? That’s cool. Alba didn’t tell me about that.”

“Yeah, it’s a dormant one, but it's interesting, I guess.”

Alexia kissed Y/n’s forehead and rocker again, gently, wanting the girl to feel safe and comfortable.

“We’re going there next week, I’ll buy the plane tickets,” Alexia said. “You just worry about buying cute bikini sets and searching about dormant volcanoes.”

Alexia finally achieved what she wanted. Y/n let out a little giggle, but it soon faded. 

“Ale, really, we don’t have to do it,” Y/n said, taking her head from Alexia's shoulder to meet her eyes. “I don't want to get between you and your calendar, I understand the International season is starting and all that.” 

“Plus, if you really want to take some days off, you could use them to rest, you haven’t taken a break during the whole season.” Y/n continued.

“I’ll be on a beautiful island with a pretty and smart girl by my side,” Alexia said cheekily. “That’d be a proper holiday, of course I’m gonna rest.”

“Plus, it’ll be nice to just... be,” Alexia admitted, rubbing a hand over her neck. “No schedules, no press, no—” she huffed, shaking her head before offering a small, almost shy smile. “Just you and me. That sounds perfect.”

Y/n said nothing, she only buried her face in Alexia’s Barcelona hoodie.

“Are you feeling a little better now?” Alexia asked.

“Yes,” Y/n said. “But I’m sorry for crying and making you feel guilty,” Y/n said with a slight flush on her cheeks.

“No, no,” Alexia said, shaking her head. “You don’t apologize, I was in the wrong here.”

She took Y/n’s chin in her hand, looking her in the eyes. 

“I’m not planning this trip out of guilt, alright?” The player promised. “It’s because I really miss doing fun stuff with you… You know, activities that don’t revolve around watching Love Island,” Alexia teased, poking Y/n’s side.

“Wait, what?!” Y/N blinked at her. “All this time and you were just pretending to care about Love Island?”. 

Alexia scrunched her nose. “Yes, cariño, I just watch it because you like it.”

Y/n got out of Alexia’s lap, a betrayed expression on her face.

“Who are you?!”

“I don’t mind watching, I just think it’s boring.”

“Boring?!” Y/n said looking down in disbelief. “I can’t believe it, Ale! You always seemed so excited for the next episode.”

“Because I knew you were excited, bebè,” Alexia smiled at her sweetly. 

“All this time… our whole relationship… built on lies?” Y/n clutched her chest. “Do you even love me, or was that a lie too?”

Alexia, laughing, pulls Y/n back into her lap. “Shh, cariño. No more questions.”

After a moment of exaggerated betrayal, Y/n huffed dramatically but let herself be pulled back into Alexia’s lap. She crossed her arms, still feigning offence.

“You're lucky you’re cute,” she muttered.

Alexia chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple. “I know.”

Alexia nuzzled into Y/n’s neck, placing a few lazy kisses there. “So, what’s next?”

Y/n hummed, pretending to think. “Well, since you’ve just shattered my trust, I’d say the only way to fix this relationship is…” She grabbed her phone, waving it slightly.

Alexia narrowed her eyes. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Y/n grinned, already pulling up the TikTok. “So basically we just say ‘suspect and–”

Alexia kept the same smile on her face and Y/n explained it to her. Did she feel tonta doing the Tik Tok? Yes. Did she do it anyway because Y/n asked. Absolutely.

..

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Caught, Pantsless

Pairings: Chris Evans x Downey!Reader 

Warnings: explicit, slight smut at the beginning, swearing 

Summary: Y/n and Chris are caught having sex, by Anthony, the worst person to keep it quiet, especially on the press tour with her father. part of the evans’ series.

“We have to be quick.” Chris mumbled against her lips, her back pressed against the wall as he worked on the button of her pants.

“Romantic.” She said sarcastically.

But they did have to be quick, they were currently on the relentless press tour for Endgame and finding time to be intimate with each other was very rare, it was becoming too much for them, like a pair of horny teenagers.  

Y/n was walking out of their hotel room when she was grabbed and shoved against the wall, now here we are, forgetting in the heat of the moment that the door had been left ajar.  

Chucking her shirt off to the side Chris didn’t hesitate to dip his head and place kisses in between the valley of her breasts, a small moan escaping only spurring Chris further.

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ꕥ 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 + 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑘𝑎 + 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

ꕥ pornstar couple butch!sevika + hyperfem!reader & next door neighbor! ambessa | dom!ambessa + switch!reader + switch!sevika | modern day pornstar au

ꕥ cw: filmed sex, slight exhibitionism, oral sex (reader & sevika receiving), strap sucking, strap-on sex (all receiving), fingering (all receiving), hair pulling, spitting, cum sharing, overstimulation, edging, tears, face sitting, squirting

ꕥ a/n: honestly, this might just be my favorite thing i’ve ever written, i loveeeee ambessa and sevika so much it’s pathetic :( i need them both so badddd especially sub sevi like so bad. it’s really long, but i think it’s worth it.

when you and sevika moved into a luxury apartment building, you two had spent the first week christening every single surface. the kitchen counter, the barstools, the couches, the bed. anything with a sturdy surface, and it had been thoroughly fucked on. and you had caught a majority of them on camera, posting them on a porn website for anyone to see.

but there was no shame in it. you and her had been well known pornstars for about two years now, it’s how you made your living. and who wouldn’t love the life you built for yourselves? sevika often took you on lavish trips and shopping sprees, getting you every little thing your pretty heart desired. and you did her, buying her the car she’s always wanted for your recent anniversary.

you and sevika had a great relationship, very open and trusting with one another. despite the small gap in age, you paired together well. your soft and girlish ways made her feel secure in her masculinity, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her princess. she’d get you anything you showed an interest in having, so when you proposed the idea of inviting your next door neighbor for a threesome, she agreed.

ambessa was a mystery to you. you often caught her coming home from work in the afternoon, shamelessly staring at her. she was tall and built, and still managed to exude feminine grace. her hair, dark brown mixed with gray, was always in neat braids, kept in a large updo. and you didn’t even want to get started on how good she looked in gold. the thought of her in bed had you wet more times than you’d like to admit.

so, once you had gotten permission from sevika, you plotted on having the woman. it started slow, wearing short nightgowns to get the packages dropped at your door when she was coming home. bringing her baked goods in frilly, pink miniskirts and low cut tops, white lace tights running over your thighs. and how it worked, you caught her sneaking glances at your thighs, or the tops of your breasts. everything was going to plan in your mind.

now here you were. sevika had been out running errands, and you decided to lay in the sun for the afternoon. you laid in a chair on your balcony, wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination as you soaked in the rays. music played on a speaker, which is what originally caught ambessa’s attention.

she had gotten home early from work, somewhat irritated from the day. she opened the balcony to relax, decompress after a stressful workday when she heard the melody of the song you were playing. she glanced over, the sight before her sending a shot of arousal straight to her pussy. you laid in the sun, not a care in the world, body on display. she couldn’t help but stare, taking in the way your thighs rubbed against each other as you shifted your leg, bending one at the knee and the other flat against the chair.

she knew who you were. oh, she definitely knew, your videos bringing her to orgasm during her free time. she loved watching how easily you two fucked, watching sevika pleasuring you and vice versa. something about watching you bring that butch woman to orgasm and making her desperate spoke to her. and let’s not get her started on the way she was obsessed with the look on your face as you came around her strap. how she imagined it was her strap filling you up and having you begging her for more, until it was too much to bare.

you opened your eyes, only because sevika had opened the door. she was wearing a plain black tank top, cargo shorts hanging off of her hips. she leaned down and kissed you, hand wrapping around your neck to pull you closer.

poor ambessa, the sight alone had her wet and ready. she found both of you attractive, although she never spoke her opinion simply because she knew you two were dating. but it didn’t stop her from watching from the balcony, not knowing that sevika had noticed her the moment she stepped out.

“let’s put on a show, yeah?” sevika murmured against your lips, pecking them before pulling away. your eyes follow hers, seeing ambessa watching from the balcony next to yours. you couldn’t help but flash a subtle smile, nodding at sevika’s idea. her hand trailed down your body, pulling at the strings that held your bikini top up. your tits jiggled in her face, nipple piercing visible through the fabric.

you shift your body, legs propped open. ambessa licked her lips, rubbing her own thighs together to create some form of friction to cope with the throbbing between her thighs. sevika slapped your tit once before her hand moved down, pushing the material of your bottoms aside. you felt the warm air on your pussy, and that’s when you finally looked over, tilting your head to the side to make eye contact with ambessa. you gave her a lazy wave, friendly smile on your face. her heart dropped, realizing she had been caught. but your reaction shocked her. you didn’t call her a creep, and instead, you cupped your own breast with a pretty grin.

your mouth parted as sevika slipped her fingers between your folds, the pads of her fingers brushing against your clit. you kept your eyes on ambessa, but your hand rubbed sevika’s face. “does having someone watch get you this wet?” sevika whispered in your ear, and you nod. painfully you tear your eyes away from ambessa to lock lips with sevika, gasping in her mouth as she pushes a finger inside of you. you looked up at her through your lashes, giving her that same innocent, puppy eyed look that always gets her going.

“tell her to come over then, doll. want her to come ruin this pussy with me?” she kissed your cheek, using her free hand to grab your face, hand cupped under your chin to turn your face to ambessa’s view. “now, tell her what you want.” sevika ordered, loud enough for ambessa to hear. she added another finger, causing you to buck your hips to meet her hand. “i want you to- fuck - come ruin my pussy.” you called to ambessa, and sevika tuts, gently smacking your face. “have some manners. what’s the magic word?” her thumb rubbed your clit, and you moaned at the feeling.

“please!” you add, the words coming out in more of a moan. sevika smirked, speeding up her fingers before looking at ambessa. “she did ask nicely. the offers open.” she told ambessa, grabbing your curls and pulling your head back. with little to no hesitation, ambessa left her balcony, her door sliding shut with a hard thud. with a smile, you quickly scramble up, ignoring the way you felt empty without her fingers.

you heard the knock and opened the door, immediately being met with the sight of ambessa. you pulled her in, although her attention was focused on the woman behind you. “is this for a video?” was the first question she asked, and you looked back at sevika, who didn’t have any recording gear out. you shrugged, not caring if it was filmed or not.

“do you want it to be?” sevika asked, brow raised. she wasn’t expecting ambessa to know that you and her made videos, nor bring it up. but, she was more than willing to record once she saw ambessa nod. while sevika was in the bedroom setting up, your hands ran up ambessa’s body.

“someone’s needy. did she not make you cum with her fingers?” she cooed, running her hands up your body. you shake your head with a slight pout, although you knew sevika could make you cum as easy as she could breathe. ambessa leaned down, capturing your lips with hers. her large hands, calloused from work, squeezed your breast.

she wrapped her open hand around your waist, pulling you close against her. her kiss was hard and fast, trying to consume as much of you as she could. and it had you dizzy, holding onto her shirt as you tried to keep up with her. you had to pull away for air, but it didn’t stop her from kissing down your neck, lips pressed against fading hickeys.

“having fun without me?” sevika asked from behind you, hands cupping your ass as she watched ambessa trail her tongue up the column of your throat. sevika couldn’t lie and say the sight didn’t make her wet, cause by gods it did. ambessa smirked, grabbing sevika by the tank top to plant her lips against hers. you watched the two taller women make out over you, trapped between them. you whined, and you felt ambessa squeeze your hip.

pulling away, ambessa looked down at you, finding your need for attention endearing. she placed her thumb under your chin, pulling your mouth open with her index and middle fingers. to your shock, she spit in your mouth, remnants from her sloppy kiss with sevika still eminent. that action alone had your knees buckling, and they both noticed.

“have some patience, darling. it’ll be your turn soon.” ambessa assured you, and you nod dumbly. sevika guided you both to the bedroom, and you saw your film camera propped up on the desk across from the bed. between the two women and the camera, your mind was clouded in a lustful haze.

you sit down, looking up at the two women as they plotted what to do with you. you ran your hands up ambessa’s thighs, pulling at the button of her work slacks. she smirked, her palm against your cheek as she watched you pull her pants down. that’s when the real show started.

sevika circled the bed, discarding her shorts and shirt in the process. she kneeled behind you, pulling the strings of your top until it fell off. her hands kneaded your tits, gently pulling your nipples. you let out a quiet sigh at the feeling, your hand running over the bulge in ambessa’s underwear. she came prepared, you pull down the hem of her panties to reveal the black material of a strap on harness. before you could reveal it fully, she moved, taking a small step back just out of reach. “fuck, i need to taste you.” she said, her voice strained as she lowered herself to her knees.

her hands made quick work of your bottoms, tossing them aside as if they had wronged her. hands against your calves, ambessa lifted your legs, pushing them back and spreading them to her content. the sight before her had her mouth practically watering, but she had kept her composure, not wanting to show just how desperate she felt. the sight of your pussy alone, shiny with arousal and puffy. she looked up from her spot between your thighs, looking past you and focusing on sevika.

aww, poor sevi, her hands slipped into her boxers and you saw the circular motion of her fingers working inside of the fabric. “my poor baby, you want me to touch you?” you ask, placing your hand on your face. she didn’t respond, her face showing her embarrassment. you coo at her, knowing how flustered she was because of you. add ambessa witnessing her in her subspace, it was just too much for her.

“come on, baby. come take a seat.” you lay back, head pressed against the soft plush of your mattress. she hesitated, and you raise a brow. “sevika.” you say, and you see her visibly tense under the underlying command in your tone. oh, you had a plan for her. she stripped of her boxers, climbing back onto the bed and hovering her pussy over your face.

“shit, baby. you’re so wet f’me.” you mutter, eyes staring up at her cunt. you use two fingers, spreading the lips of her pussy eagerly. you tilt your head up, your tongue licking a warm stripe from her pulsing entrance to her clit. she sunk lower, applying some of her weight to your face, just the way you liked. you ate her out with fervor, and you couldn’t deny that you were showing off. how could you not? you had a six foot tall woman above you, slowly falling apart with each lick of your tongue.

in your display, you almost forgot about the other woman you had brought to your bed. she placed her lips around your clit, tongue circling it and licking it as if she hadn’t eaten in days. and she was on a mission, she wanted to prove that her waiting meant something. fighting the urge for months, keeping herself at a respectable distance for the sake of respecting your relationship. watching went to feeling, hearing you fucking through the walls like animals. she couldn’t help the way her pussy throbbed at the sounds you made, or even better the way you made sevika sound.

you felt sevika’s hips jerk, gliding her pussy over your chin and mouth. your moans under her caused vibrations against her pussy, and she couldn’t help the quiet gasps and the low grunts that escaped her throat. ambessa was focused on your pussy, pumping a finger in and out of your clenching hole. the sounds coming from your pussy filled the room, her mouth creating slurping noises that were beyond obnoxious.

you pause, a whine escaping your lips as you catch your breath. “fuck, so good.” you say, rubbing sevika’s clit with your fingers. her slick covered the bottom half of your face, and you use your free arm to pull her back down, suffocating you in the essence of her smell.

and god, ambessa wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest. you felt her tease another finger at your entrance, your thighs threatening to close any second. if it wasn’t for sevika’s thighs around your head, jerking with every stroke of your tongue and rub of your fingers, the sounds in your mouth would’ve filled the room. “filthy girl, eating your wife’s pussy while i play with yours.” ambessa teased.

“shit, baby, m’gonna cum.” sevika was the first to call out, you could tell with the way she frantically humped at your face, a hand fisting your curls tightly as she worked to get herself off. of course you helped your sweet baby, you knew she struggled to do it without you. as much as you wanted to taunt her, you couldn’t, knowing your orgasm was close as well.

and ambessa fed on this, knowing that both of you were so close to orgasm, having no shame that another person had joined. she curled her fingers inside of you, pushing against your g-spot with the thick pads of her fingers. you felt your stomach tighten, hips bucking off the bed. “oh fuck!” “god, yes!” you and sevika called at the same time, and ambessa couldn’t hide her smirk. she felt your walls tighten around her fingers, and your thighs shut around her hand as you came.

sevika came a few moments later, hips coming to a halt over your face. despite your own orgasm raking through you, you kept your tongue in motion, flicking against her clit until she moved away from the overstimulating feeling. she laid against the mattress, hand laid over her chest as it rose and fell with each deep breath she took. you sit up on your elbows, running a hand over ambessa’s braids.

she stood up, leaning over you and looking down at you, lust coating her eyes. she grabbed sevika’s shirt, lifting her off the mattress. you watched them from your spot under ambessa, watching them kiss with a type of hunger you loved. only when they pulled away did you see it: ambessa had kept your cum in her mouth, and she spit it into sevika’s, smearing the bit that had missed over her lips.

your eyes rolled at the sight, falling back onto the mattress. you took the small grace period, merely a minute or two to regain your stamina. you heard the drawers rusting behind you, sevika sliding the harness of her strap-on over her legs. you remember you’re on camera and sit up, switching your position so you were laying on your stomach.

“getting ready, huh?” ambessa said, her hand cupping your chin and forcing her to look at you. you had to arch a bit, but it was worth it. she looked at you like you were art, despite your face being covered in cum. she pulled her panties, revealing the strap-on that was hidden beneath them. it was a dark red color, and it stood tall and proud just like her. “gonna destroy this pretty throat, child. gonna train it to take everything i give it.” she gave harsh pats to your cheeks, each time you swear your pussy throbbed in response.

“and don’t be mistaken, either. you’ll have your turn.” she told sevika, who paused her movements to eye the woman. she hated how much she had to fight to not submit to her, how wet she got just from her words. sevika let out a quiet scoff, not responding to her words. instead, she teased the tip of her strap at your entrance, sliding the silicone between your folds and spreading your wetness around.

“shit, she’s so wet. such a sweet thing.” sevika smiled, spitting onto your cunt. you let out a moan at the action, your head would’ve fell forward if not for ambessa holding it in place. you felt the familiar stretch of her easing the tip in, pulling the flesh of your lip between your teeth. “aww, look at her, trying to hold back her words.” ambessa tilted her head, watching as your mouth fell open the more sevika pushed into you. by the time she bottomed out inside of you, pressing her thighs to your ass, your mouth had fell open completely, half whimper-half moan escaping your throat.

“ohhhh, shit.” you gasp, feeling sevika pull out and push into you again. ambessa tuts at you, shaking her head as she squeezes your jaw, keeping your mouth open as she teases her strap at your lips. you look up at her through your lashes, holding your tongue out expectantly. “so eager to take her cock down your throat. fucking slut.” sevika practically growled behind you, one hand holding your hip as she thrusts into your soaked cunt. your eyes fluttered shut, and thanks to ambessa holding your mouth open, every sound you made was audible to both of their ears.

“give her something to occupy that fucking mouth of hers.” sevika grunts in time with her thrusts, and while ambessa didn’t like being bossed around, but she obliged nonetheless, pushing the strap into your mouth to muffle the sounds coming from you.

it was almost overwhelming just how turned on you were. their straps filled you, sevika pulling your hips up to meet her thrusts. and ambessa was having a time, pushing you to your limits and seeing how much you could take. each time you gagged, it fueled her ego, and boy did it make sevika a touch jealous. she landed a harsh slap to you ass, the sound making you choke out a moan over the strap.

ambessa ran her hand through your messy hair, tugging on the strands from the root. the pain from her grip had you nearing your orgasm, and with a small shake of her head, sevika pulled out. you let out a sound of complaint, but ambessa kept you from turning you head, still thrusting her strap inside of your mouth. you kept whining, spreading your legs further and putting your pussy on display for sevika, wanting her to continue. instead, she slapped your cunt, the strike landing right on your clit.

“you want to suck her strap so bad, focus on that.” sevika tells you, another harsh slap to your clit. your cry came out muffled, tears pricking your eyes. each time ambessa’s strap pressed the back of your throat, sevika delivered a harsh slap to your pussy.

ambessa saw the tears pooling in your pretty eyes, the sight had her ready to burst. she guided your hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy over your fingers. she took pity on you, getting your poor pussy spanked while having your throat fucked. she pulled the strap out of your mouth, running her thumb over your bottom lip.

“wanna punish sevika? make her feel bad for being so mean to such a needy, pretty pussy. hm?” she pats your face, her thumb wiping the tears that came down your face. you nod, and ambessa’s gaze snaps to sevika. ambessa moved to the bed, sitting down and laying flat against the mattress.

“im going to tell you what to do, and you are going to follow every word. both of you.” she ordered, her dominance washing over your body, filling the room and covering you like a blanket. with some instruction, you managed to get into the positions she ordered you to. you took sevika’s strap off of her, placing it on your own body. you placed yourself between ambessa’s legs, pushing the fake cock into her pussy. it was fairly easy,her pussy already soaked and ready.

she ordered sevika to ride her, and sevika was beyond resistant. “no.” she said, her voice wavering as she eyed the toy. ambessa chuckled, the sound made you nervous. “that wasn’t a question, girl. i don’t like repeating myself.”

sevika gulped, but with a roll of her eyes she listened. she walked over, sliding onto the bed and lifted one of her legs over ambessa’s hip. without mercy, ambessa pulled sevika down onto the toy, her sharp gasp filling the room. you couldn’t see her facial expression, since you were standing behind her. however, you’ve fucked sevika more times than you can count, you know how she worked. her pretty gray eyes probably rolled back, and you smirked. you moved your hips, teasing ambessa by just keeping the tip in. you lean to the side and already meet her stern look.

“watch it, child. you aren’t exempt from punishment. let this one serve as your reminder.” ambessa nodded toward sevika, landing a harsh slap to her tit. sevika threw her head back, and she began bouncing, a guttural moan leaving her lips every time she took the full length inside of her pussy. you match sevika’s pace, enjoying the way the strap-on rubbed your clit as you fucked ambessa.

“just like that, you’re perfect.” ambessa praised both of you, and you grab sevika’s hair, yanking her head back. you kiss down her exposed neck, leaving small bite marks. “fuck, look at you. taking her dick so well.” you say in her ear, looking down to see the red strap disappear inside of your poor girls cunt. “come on, sevi, I know you can ride better than that. you don’t wanna embarrass me ” you say, giving ambessa harder thrusts.

with your hands on her hips, you help her bounce harder until she reached her orgasm. it washed over her hard, her body trembling as she tried to stop. “ah, ah, ah. keep going, you can do it.” you guide her to keep going, keeping your own pace inside of ambessa, who moaned shamelessly.

“listen to her, sevika.” ambessa said, her large hand palming sevika’s breasts as they bounced in front of her. you could tell sevika was overstimulated by this point, her nails digging into your arm. “i-can’t, please.” she begged, and you shake your head. “shhh, it’s okay, i know you can.” you place a soft kiss her neck. your hand slid down her body, fingers pressing against her clit as she continued to weakly bounce on the cock.

“fuck, right there.” ambessa shifted, and you did just that, kept the pace the exact same while rubbing sevika’s clit. she was a moaning mess, you wished you could see more of her face. ambessa was ringing her dry on her cock, her large hand forcing her to keep up her bouncing. and once she became too tired to keep it up, she used her strength to bounce her manually.

“im going to cum if you keep that up.” ambessa told you, you noticed how her thigh twitched, threatening to close and trap you between them. and honestly, you weren’t sure you’d be upset at that outcome. a life spent like this, between them. it was a pleasant thought. “fuck!” sevika’s voice pulled you from your daydream, noticing she was having another orgasm.

“good job! oh, so fucking pretty for us.” you laugh, your thrusts faltering as you felt your own orgasm peaking. after a few more hard thrusts, ambessa came around the strap on you wore, the cream white substance coating the base as you continued to fuck her through her high. meanwhile, ambessa kept sevika bouncing, poor thing was brought to tears.

“please, baby, im sorry.” she sniffed, her hands flattening against ambessa’s chest to keep her balance. “come on, just one more.” you pout, your fingers slowing down on her clit. you pull the strap out of ambessa, climbing next ambessa. you discard the strap on completely, tossing it to the side as you watch. ambessa guided you further up the bed, placing to of her fingers inside your pussy.

the sight of sevika being bounced on ambessa’s cock from the strength of her hips had your pussy tightening around ambessa’s fingers. before you knew it, you found yourself grinding on them. “yes, fuck, right there.” you cry out, a hard orgasm ripping through your body in waves. watching you have an orgasm was enough to push sevika to hers, and what you saw had your jaw dropped.

big, bad sevika, squirting all over the cock of your next door neighbor. it coated ambessa’s thighs, creating a puddle under the both of them. “fuck, look at this. she’s did so good, didn’t she?” ambessa commented, helping a shaky legged sevika off of her and onto the bed. all three of you were tired, laying in the bed for a few moments before you stood. you walked over to the camera, giving the device a wave before you picked it up and shut it off.

you looked at the two women, placing a hand on your hip. “one more time, off the camera?” you wiggled a brow, earning a laugh from ambessa and you walked back over to the bed with a chuckle of your own.

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New Neighbor

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A twist of fate brings you unexpectedly closer to the camgirl you watch twice a week.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, dirty talk

A/N: Welcome to my first series! This one will be three parts.

Part 1 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Truthfully, you don’t remember exactly how it started. 

One day, you had inadvertently come across the account of one “Scarlet Witch” on some stereotypical camgirl website and ever since then, you’d found yourself tuned in for every show. 

But there was nothing stereotypical about Scarlet Witch herself.

For starters, she was absolutely breathtaking from head to toe, and god, you had seen it all. But she wasn’t just a pretty face - and a pretty body of course - she was so much more.  

She never came across as solely performative. Sure, she put on a great show, but it never seemed forced and she was beyond adorable when interacting with her subscribers. It sounded rather silly to say about someone you’d never met, who also did this for a living, but she always seemed genuine. 

You’d learned her name was Wanda. She was Sokovian and sometimes her accent came out when she was completely lost in her pleasure, her voice low and raspy. Certain compliments made her blush and when she laughed, her body shook as if she couldn’t contain it. 

Everything about her drew you in from that very first show you’d curiously decided to watch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her. 

After an especially tough day at work, you were looking forward only to Wanda’s show. You made it home just in time to hastily put together a quick dinner and take a shower before Wanda’s stream started. 

Once comfortable in bed, you pulled up her account on your laptop and scrolled on your phone while waiting for the show to start. When Wanda’s endearing nose scrunch graced your screen, your phone was swiftly discarded, your eyes glued to her like always.

“Hi everyone,” she said, sitting on her bed in a black silk robe, hints of red lingerie peeking out through the loosely tied front. She began reading her chat comments as per usual and responding to the warm welcomes. 

You sent a greeting with a tip and felt your whole body flush when she responded sweetly to your message. 

“Thank you WitchsGirl! I hope you had a beautiful day yourself.”

Even the way she said your username had you practically swooning and you imagined how your real name would sound in that voice you adored so much, sweet like honey but far from innocent.

As the show went on, you sent her a few more tips, one to encourage her to take some clothing off, another to see her edge herself.

You ignored the part of you that knew the real reason you were so generous with your tips was not for your own viewing pleasure. At the end of the day, you wanted her to feel appreciated. And if a small dollar amount could make her smile on a particularly rough day or help her buy that one thing she really wanted, you’d give in every time.

Not to mention, she was amazing at what she did.

Watching her touch herself, listening to her moans, seeing those long, pretty fingers stretch herself out - it made you feel hot all over. It also made your imagination run wild. You wanted badly to be the one getting those reactions out of her. 

You thought about her far more than you should’ve, wondering how she liked to be fucked when she was with a partner, how loud she could really get, what positions were her favorites, the list was endless.

And every time you sat there and watched her rub her clit in tight circles, her glistening cunt on full display, juices dripping down her thighs, you couldn’t help but wonder so much about how she would taste. 

Would she be sweet, or tangy, or both? Would she let you tease her until she was desperate, or would she grab you by your hair and fuck your face until she was satisfied?

As your mind spun with the possibilities, you were drawn back to the present by the sight of her coming undone on your screen. 

She looked like a work of art when she came, with her eyebrows furrowed so cutely, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open in pure pleasure. 

The whimpers that left her mouth made you uncomfortably wet and it wasn’t uncommon for you to join her, getting yourself off to the sights and sounds only her show could give you.

You felt a twinge of sadness as she began to say her goodbyes for the night, but you’d see her again in a couple days and you couldn’t wait. 

You became especially excited for the next show when she teased that she’d be using toys, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

Despite the long and frustrating day you’d had, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and hoped your dreams would be filled with Wanda. 

The day of her next show caught up with you before you knew it. 

Work was busy, but the good kind of busy, and you arrived home so pleasantly tired each night that sleep came easily. 

It was your day off and you were making your morning coffee when you heard some commotion outside. Out of curiosity, since you did live in a rather quiet apartment complex, you decided to see what was going on. 

When you opened the door, you gasped at what you saw.

There she was - Wanda, Scarlet Witch, your guilty pleasure - moving boxes into the unit next door. 

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. The woman you fantasized about regularly, who had no idea who you were, was… your new neighbor?

A thousand thoughts took over your mind, none of them helpful as she noticed your presence. 

She’s even prettier in real life. I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Is she moving in? Oh god, how will I even act around her? Maybe she’s helping someone else move. Maybe she’s not. Her hair looks so soft. And her eyes… they’re the perfect shade of green. Her eyes that are looking directly at me, oh fuck. 

“Hi, do you live here?” she asked cheerily, setting down the boxes she was holding. 

“Uh, y-yeah… yes, I do.” You wanted to slap yourself for being such a nervous wreck in front of her. “Are you moving in?”

“Yes! Just signed a one-year lease,” she said, before shaking her head. “Sorry, my name’s Wanda.”

She held out her hand for you to shake, the same hand you watched her pleasure herself with twice a week, but you tried not to think about that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied, awkwardly returning the gesture and feeling yourself flush as your hands touched for the first time. “Do you, um, need any help?”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just bringing up some of the important stuff and I have movers helping with the rest, but thank you,” she beamed, appearing truly grateful for the offer.

Doing your best not to let there be an uncomfortable silence, you came up with a friendly response. 

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Or if you have any questions about the place. Anything really!” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to physically force the nerves out of your body. “You know where I live, so…”

“Right, thank you. I appreciate it,” she smiled. “See you around, Y/N.” 

And with that she was collecting her boxes again to take them inside her apartment. 

You rushed back inside your own apartment, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

See you around, Y/N.

The way your name rolled off her tongue had a smile making its way onto your face, but the other half of her sentence filled you with dread.

See you around. You would be seeing her, she was your neighbor now. You’d barely survived brief introductions with her and you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have to interact with her. 

You were torn between pure joy and crippling anxiety.

And guilt.

You felt waves of guilt hit you as reality settled in. Wanda had seemed so excited to have met her neighbor, someone kind and willing to help. She had no idea you knew her already, and quite intimately at that. You’d seen her fully exposed, you were familiar with how she liked to touch herself, you knew what her face looked like when she was denied an orgasm, and also when she had one. And she was completely unaware of it. 

The guilt drove you to miss her show that night. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch, knowing she was filming it next door, especially knowing that in her mind, you were probably watching television or reading a book to relax for the night, not watching her masturbate on camera. 

It didn’t even occur to you that she might’ve been thinking of you that night, her attractive new neighbor, as she clenched around her favorite toy in front of her viewers.

You opted out of tuning in for the next few weeks.

During this time, Wanda had actually taken you up on your offer and had come knocking on your door with questions about the complex. 

She tried not to feel bad about bothering you, not when your face lit up every time she stopped by. 

Not even when she considered she might just be coming up with things to be confused about so she would have an excuse to talk to you. 

You certainly didn’t mind helping her, in fact, those brief moments were the new highlights of many of your days. 

The more you saw her, the more you were motivated to stay away from her online activities. Being around her felt way too good for you to mess it up by watching her shows and letting the guilt gnaw away at you piece by piece. 

Some nights, you swore you could hear her performances through the apartment walls. With red tinting your cheeks and heat pooling between your legs, you’d put on music to drown out any faint sounds that might make their way over.

It seemed that Wanda wasn’t seeing anyone, which gave you hope. She rarely had people over and the few times you’d run into each other on your way out, she mentioned she was going to see her brother or her best friend, Monica. 

You wanted to do this right, despite the occasional nagging feeling that you were lying to her, or at least omitting the truth.  

You felt especially bad when you had to feign interest in her work, asking her what she did for a living as if you didn’t already know. She responded saying something about online networking and you bit your lip to hide your smile at her cover. 

You knew you were crushing hard, so you tried to live your lie. As much as you really wanted to at times, you didn’t let yourself give into temptation. You didn’t watch her shows.

Until one night, when you received an unexpected email notification. 

It was a link for an “exclusive” Scarlet Witch livestream. It wasn’t one of her normal show nights and that piqued your interest. 

The email said she would be doing something extra special to give back to the most devoted of her viewers. Your curiosity outweighed your conscience, and you found yourself back on the website you thought you’d left behind. 

When she appeared on screen, you felt a mix of guilt and excitement. You had missed seeing her like this, but it also felt wrong and you tried to push that feeling down and just focus on her. 

She went through her introductions, saying hello and thank you to viewers as they joined and chatted and sent small tips. You didn’t want to seem cold, knowing you were usually one of her best tippers, so you went against your better judgment and sent in a greeting and a tip as well. 

“Welcome back, WitchsGirl, I’ve missed you darling. And thank you for the generous tip,” Wanda said into the camera, flashing a smile. You felt as though you could melt right then and there. She’d noticed your absence all this time and you briefly wondered if just disappearing like that was a dick move; you hadn’t even considered that she would notice, let alone miss you. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Wanda’s voice over the stream. 

“So tonight’s show is gonna be a little different,” she started. “I would like to make a private custom video for my highest tipper. Whoever it ends up being, just private message me what you’d like to see in your video and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Your jaw dropped. A custom video, just for you, for your eyes only.

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming desire to see her in a way no one else would get to or if it was the jealousy that consumed you at the thought of someone else getting that chance instead, but your mind was already made up. 

You knew it was wrong, but you simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. 

You started out tipping slowly in smaller amounts, just to keep up with some of the other viewers. But at the end of the show, when she was about to call it, you sent in the highest tip of the night, securing the prize as your own.

“Wow, thank you WitchsGirl, looks like I’ll be making something very special for you!” she exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, followed by a suggestive smile. 

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, and it only worsened when you received a message from her after the livestream had ended.

Let me know what you’d like to see in your video, sweetheart &lt;3

You blushed at the pet name, even though you knew she was really saying it to the anonymous “WitchsGirl” and not to you directly. 

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to request, and then it came to you. You remembered seeing something on a website one time - a sizable dark red dildo with a clit-sucking vibrator to match - and thinking of her, Scarlet Witch. 

Is it possible for me to buy you something to use for the video?

You nervously pressed send and waited for her response, which came surprisingly fast.

That’s so sweet, I would love that. Just use the “send a gift” link on my page. 

You followed the link and purchased the items, smiling to yourself as you imagined her reaction. Would she think it was thoughtful? Would she like the symbolism? 

Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you decided to message her back. 

Ordered, expedited shipping. I hope you enjoy pretty girl.

That night, you fell asleep to thoughts of Wanda, filming something just for you, using the toys you picked out for her to pleasure herself. 

Two days later, Wanda received a package. 

She knew it was her gift for the video since she wasn’t expecting anything else and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement.

She opened the package enthusiastically and gasped when she saw its contents. She picked up the large silicone cock first, mouth agape not only at the length and girth, but at the deep red color of it. She loved that it was a matching set. She focused her attention on the vibrator next, making a mental note to make sure she charged it or put in batteries, whichever was required. 

She set the items down to dispose of the packaging when she noticed something odd. There was a name on the package that wasn’t hers. 

It was yours. 

She frowned in confusion. Why would your name be on her package? Her mind raced with possible explanations, but she only landed on one that made sense.

But you couldn’t be WitchsGirl, could you?

Sure, she’d caught your eyes lingering on her before and sometimes she wondered if you liked her in more than just a friendly way, but until now she’d assumed it was pretty innocent. 

Then she thought about how one of her best and most adoring viewers had disappeared for weeks, ever since… the day she met you. 

Oh. It really was you. 

Upon this realization, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Later that night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a new episode of your favorite show on Hulu waiting for you.

You were about to put it on when your phone chimed with a notification, which you might’ve ignored if the “Scarlet Witch” in the preview didn’t catch your eye.

You opened it up and felt your body heat up at the thumbnail of the video link attached. Any thoughts of doing anything else went out the window and you were already opening the link, ready to see Wanda using the toys you’d bought for her.

A sultry “hi baby” was the first thing you heard when you pressed play and it sent a shock of arousal straight to your core. 

You bit your lip at the sight of Wanda sitting atop her bed in nothing but a lacy set of black lingerie, with two maroon-colored items in front of her. You were certain if you could see yourself in that moment, you’d be as red as her new toys.

“Thank you for these, I love them,” she said, running her hands along her thighs. “I can’t wait to fill myself up with this one.” She ran her fingertips along the thick dildo, then moved them to the vibrator, picking it up. “And this one… I bet it’s gonna feel so good on my clit.” 

She bit her lip and you knew you were a goner, already clenching your thighs together.

She took off her bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them as she looked into the camera. If you were being honest, it felt more like she was looking into your soul. She pinched and teased straining pink nipples, letting out affected breaths as she worked herself up.

“If you were here, I’d have you suck on them. Just the thought is making me so wet.”

God. You’d heard her talk dirty before, but never to you and you only. You tried to control your breathing as you kept watching.

She teased herself over her panties, stroking her fingers along the front of them before pulling them to the side and exposing her bare pussy. You could tell she was wet from the way the light hit her slick folds and you practically drooled.

She covered herself once more, much to your dismay, but you couldn’t complain when she was hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pulling them down.

She spread her legs for you, using one hand to spread herself open and give you a better view of her dripping center. 

Wanda lazily touched herself for a minute, stroking her clit and dipping her fingers inside of herself, before she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her digits clean. 

“Mmm, I bet you want a taste too, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Yes. Please. You wanted to plead out loud as if you weren’t watching a prerecorded video. It almost felt cruel for her to tease you with the prospect of something you’d wanted for so long.

She reached for the vibrator first and turned it on at a low setting. She swiped it through her folds before pressing the suction part to her clit and letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, this was such a good gift detka.” 

You throbbed at her words, especially the term of endearment. You’d never heard her say it on any of her streams before, you weren’t even really sure what it meant, but it aroused you to no end.

She increased the vibrations and started letting out desperate, needy moans, her hips beginning to buck into the toy. She looked like an absolute meal, spread out for you, as she humped against the item you gifted her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut despite her trying to maintain eye contact with the camera and you could tell she was getting close already. Watching her let go and lose herself in her pleasure without the pressure of tippers begging for her to edge or telling her what they wanted to see was heavenly. 

“Oh, fuck, do you want-” she cut herself off with a whimper. “Do you want to see me cum like this?” She panted as she spoke, her eyes shut tightly as she teetered on the edge.

You wished you could respond and tell her yes, you wanted to watch her fall apart just like that. 

As if she could hear your thoughts, she kept the toy latched onto her sensitive clit until she was crying out. Her body shook as she hit her peak, her hips nearly lifting off the mattress. You were certain you’d soaked through your own underwear at the sight of her riding out her orgasm against the vibrator in her hand, her head thrown back and her face contorted in pleasure. 

“God,” she breathed out as she came down from her high. “I’m definitely using this again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it down after that.” 

She laughed breathily at her own comment, but your gaze was fixed on the space between her legs, where a string of her juices hung between the toy and her messy pussy. You wished you were there to collect it into your mouth.

“I think I’m wet enough for this one now, hm?” Her words brought you out of your trance and you watched as she replaced the vibrator in her hand with the large dildo you had almost forgotten about. 

She brought it up to her lips, sucking on the head for a moment, and then moved it lower. She dragged it through her folds, coating the length of the toy with her arousal. You cursed under your breath - you didn’t think you’d ever seen her this wet.

She teased her entrance with the head of the fake cock, dipping it inside before pulling out again. You looked at her face, almost choking at the sinful gaze she was giving the camera, green eyes dark with lust.

Wanda groaned as she finally pushed the toy inside her aching center, her walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the view of her filling herself to the brim, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so full,” she whined, adjusting to the size. “It’s so big, you’re filling me up so good.”

You audibly moaned at that, beginning to think that if she kept talking to you that way you’d fall apart without even being touched.

She began slowly pumping the toy in and out of her tight hole, moaning each time it disappeared inside her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, sloshing sounds reaching your ears with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels so good, so fucking good,” she breathed out, increasing her pace. “Maybe next time I’ll ride it for you, would you like that?”

Your heart nearly stopped at her words. Next time? 

“Mmm, god, you know what I’m thinking about? You, wearing this, fucking me with it,” she panted out. “Do you want to fuck me slow and edge me all night? Or would you fuck me fast and rough and make me cum?” As she spoke, she began to thrust the toy with more force, her free hand gripping the sheets desperately. 

The thought of using the toy on her made you dizzy with lust. You imagined kissing her neck as you pounded into her or laying back as she bounced in your lap, making you beg to touch her. 

“I’m so close, detka, oh!” Her eyes slammed shut as the tight coil inside her became almost unbearable. “Fuck, Y/N, right there, I’m-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, she came, hard. 

She spasmed against the bed, her thighs seeming unsure if they wanted to close or stay open with how violently they twitched. Her moans came out broken, her mouth hung open in a silent scream. 

She gushed around the toy, cum spilling out with each thrust as she slowed down her movements. 

You felt like the luckiest person on the planet. You were insanely turned on by what you were seeing and hearing through your screen. She looked beautiful in the throes of pleasure, and the way she moaned your name as she hit her peak did unspeakable things to you. 

The way she moaned your name.

You hazily registered that she’d cried out your actual name, not your username, but you were distracted as she spoke again.

“That was… fuck,” she said, breathing heavily and attempting to sit up straight. “Thank you for these. I hope you enjoyed your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.” She had a goofy, blissed out smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Goodnight, detka, I’ll be seeing you.”

She ended the video there and everything that had just happened played over in your mind. How were you ever supposed to act normal around her again after this?

Not only that, but she’d moaned your name when she came undone. Was that an accident? Was she thinking about the real you while she touched herself and it just slipped out? Or did she somehow know that the person she was making that for was you?

No, there was no way she could know that.

You mulled it over for a while and decided to sleep on it. Your mind was running in circles and you were exhausted. On top of that, you were still extremely sexually frustrated. 

You tossed and turned, attempting to ignore your nagging thoughts brought on by the night’s events. Eventually, you did fall asleep, your exhaustion finally taking over your impeccable ability to overthink. 

The next morning, you woke up later than usual, deciding to make breakfast instead of coffee since you overslept. 

Spending time in the kitchen with some music in the background kept your mind off of things - thank god, you weren’t quite ready to deal with reality just yet - but a knock at the door interrupted the moment.

You weren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t Wanda, looking adorable as ever in a skirt and black thigh-highs.

“Hi,” you managed, nerves kicking in.

“Hey,” she said, looking at you sweetly with those hypnotizing green eyes. “Sorry if this is weird but I was wondering if you had any honey? I just made some tea and I didn’t realize I ran out of honey…”

“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” you responded, stepping back from the doorway. “You can come in while I look.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You went back to the kitchen, Wanda trailing behind, and began to search the cabinets for wherever you might’ve left it. 

“If you don’t have any, that’s fine too,” she said softly. 

As you looked around, you didn’t notice Wanda coming further into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You located the honey, but the next words out of Wanda’s mouth made your heart stop and the bottle fall from your grasp.

“So, did you enjoy my video, Y/N?”

[Emma about to do something she shouldn’t do]

Ruby: I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sis.

Emma: I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Ruby: Okay

Ruby: I’m calling Regina..

Emma: no, no, no, WAIT-

Me

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