26 / Lesbian / Non Binary any pronoms / fan girl of a lot of things / Love cartoon / Political as fuck ! / Historian nerd snowflake / roaring 20's pastel dark academia please
the right pic is with a different color profile i think on csp
but anyway even the right one when i post it on discord its really dull, i dont know why ?
i didnt have this issue with my previous laptop csp, i dont know how to fix it lmao
Edit: i have an oled screen that makes the color VERY saturated (and I'd like to know how to change them too) but even on this screen there's a clear difference between the actual file and how it's posted on discord... The color profile on csp IS NOT set on adaptative tho so it shouldn't change the colors as we post/save the file...)
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the right pic is with a different color profile i think on csp
but anyway even the right one when i post it on discord its really dull, i dont know why ?
i didnt have this issue with my previous laptop csp, i dont know how to fix it lmao
Edit: i have an oled screen that makes the color VERY saturated (and I'd like to know how to change them too) but even on this screen there's a clear difference between the actual file and how it's posted on discord... The color profile on csp IS NOT set on adaptative tho so it shouldn't change the colors as we post/save the file...)
☆ content/warnings: arlecchino - bondage, blindfolding, blood kink, pulse kink, body worship; aglaea - strip tease, masturbation, thread play, thigh riding; feixiao - vaginal sex, biting, oral sex (reader rec), multiple orgasms/rounds; mavuika - vaginal sex, body paint; navia - semi-public sex, quickie, oral sex (navia rec); nefer - pet play (one sided/internal), thigh riding, bondage, masturbation; all - sugar mommy (character)/sugar baby (reader) | read at your own discretion
☆ notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 🥳 Since Suga Mama by Beyoncé took over my listening this year, I couldn't resist writing this with some of the genshin & hsr girlies I think could fit that dynamic ;). I hope you enjoy! Have fun and stay safe <3
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arlecchino
"I know just what I'm doing, don't you worry it's cool; and everything is steady, got you on my taxes already."
It was only a matter of time before this… crude yet promising agreement bore fruit. Before you finally loved and embraced the silk of her web. You were never going to just warm her bed, no. Of course you would be splayed across her sheets, a ring of garnet and silver on your finger. Her black and grey tie resting over your eyes, tied securely around your head. Intense warmth cradled your hands together above it, her flame licking the rushing blood beneath. She could feel its thrum in her very bones, breath heavy despite the fleetingness of her touch.
Arlecchino adored the small jumps and quiet gasps each fickle fingertip left behind. Her mouth began on yours, hands holding your cheeks like nothing but a precious gem. She brought them careful and flat down each half of your neck, flaring out at the base. Her fingers returned up the side of each breast, their warmth potent over your skin’s chill. Her tongue inched along your carotid – its beat only intoxicating. Her strike ended at the shell of your ear, a single flick of the inner curve enough to make you shiver. Her thumbs gave a rough push of your nipples, pushing them aside toward her waiting palms. The mingling of her hot tongue and cool breath between your breasts enough to send your pulse further into Arlecchino’s brain. She simply couldn’t resist leaving a bite in that valley, the spark ignited by scarlet’s reveal enough to guide her mouth right back to you. Her hands shifted, finding a tight grasp on your hips as her head rested on your chest. Moon blessed eyes searched over your shrouded features, observing every twitch of your lip and brow, every swallow and quiver. Her tongue gathered twin streaks of blood, listening intently for your soft whine. She wanted another.
With a gentle suck over your bite, her wish was granted. Your voice came more brazen, hands begging for release. She wouldn’t give it yet. Especially not after precious metal coated her teeth. Its taste was all-encompassing, a rare provider of mindless bliss. Her hands cupped the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs perfectly around her waist. Her thumbs gave reassuring strokes as her lips finally wrapped around your left nipple, giving a gentle then harsh suck. The sensation was poignant, enough to propel your hips forward. The brush of Arlecchino against you prompted a satisfied hum, quickly cut off by the catching of teeth on a pebbled bud.
Her hands guided your calves around her back, one keeping hold while the other finally drifted between your legs. With your patience drawn thin and senses drawn higher, her heated touch gave instant relief. Like lightning to land, her touch was inevitable and electric. It fostered gentle bolts through your veins, Arlecchino’s affection for your chest drawing them to one grand shock.
Her lavish attention continued as you shook, mind elsewhere but body purely alive. She could feel the frantic, unsteady beat of your heart under her tongue. Another bite, flesh pillowed between her teeth. How beautiful you looked, completely lost from her weaving hands.
aglaea
"Whatever I get you putting it on; now, take it off while I watch you perform."
Aglaea’s fingertips caressed your waist, held in the gradient corset she crafted for you. It’s white and gold color shimmered with the setting sun’s glow, haloing your styled hair from behind. Her threads rose to your wrists and cheeks, keeping you on her lap while noting the heat steadily rising in your flesh. The visual was nothing but charming. The kiss that followed, however, was filled with only desire. It stoked the kindling within her chest, but only one fantasy could turn it into a fire tonight.
“Will you dance for me, dearest?”
“Of course. Anything for you, Lae.”
Exactly as she liked it. The sanctity of romance was far too precious from your hands. Her threads followed your movements as you stood, backing up and guiding them forth. They took the lead, showing you what angles their master wished for. A slow tease: a fluffing of your hair, a tight and sliding grip of your neck as your thumb brushed your bottom lip. As you moved your corset loosened, the ribbon falling to the floor faster than any human hand could provide. They wrapped around you from behind, gently pushing the reinforced fabric to the floor. Your palms traveled over your bare breasts, your freed waist and hips, ending in one final dip toward your cunt.
Aglaea’s legs parted, hooking on the sides of her plush armchair. She elegantly brought her dress up, fingers sliding and teasing her folds. At once her threads pushed your breasts forward, the compression furthering your arousal. Their soothing tickle only drove the beat between your legs frantic. Like a warm breath they passed over your nipples, tying into a bow between your breasts. More teased lower, mapping the curve of your hips and the swell of your ass. Some dared to venture deeper, curling around your thighs and leg, seeking some form of touch with your cunt through lace. Insistently they tugged, and you could hear Aglaea huff, no doubt cursing dressing you up in all of this to begin with. Finally they inched under the side of your panties, guiding them slowly down each leg.
You stepped forward as they trailed alongside, bringing Aglaea’s hands from her folds to your hip. Her wetness trailed across the bone, a smile growing on your face. You leaned down to kiss her steady and slow before shifting her hands further, allowing her to squeeze and splay the fat of your ass however she pleased. When her hands got too greedy, you lifted up a leg, fingers slipping under your garter and stocking. With your thumb and pinky out it was easy to guide the strapped fabric down and return it to Aglaea’s waiting palm. After a kiss and a thank you, the other came off.
Aglaea’s threads wasted no time tethering around your legs, bringing you further into her grip and finally grazing against your clit. Her tongue licked boldly between your breasts, moaning as you placed your knee on the chair, thigh lining up perfectly with her desperate cunt. She grinded forward, one leg losing its grip. Quickly she wrapped it around you, nudging you even closer. From this position, her threads had perfect access to every spot that would make you fall apart. Their tickle continued over your clit, their warmth stroked your entrance, and their constant breath over your nipples formed one wonderful fire of sensation.
feixiao
"Just the thought of making love to you; dropping everything, that's what I'll do."
Feixiao is a busy woman – that’s no secret within the Xianzhou. Yet despite her cluttered schedule you are always the priority. Even if you aren’t asking for her constant attention. Hence how you arrived here, in her sweat-laced sheets with her strap relentlessly fucking into you. She kept a firm grasp on your hips, face full of nothing but bliss as she relished in each of your reactions. It was difficult to part her gaze from the bounce of your breasts, but the pleasured look in your eyes proved its worth. This was the third round today, and you were about to practically break with how much she had worn you out. The first was a lunch break, taken advantage of very well. The second was her mouth on you over her desk, work very much forgotten. Now, within her bed, she was determined for as many as it took to have you marking up her back. Sex was one of the most important forms of training for Feixiao. Strength and endurance, memory and movement, instinct and sound.
Your body tensed, her focus returning to fast and steady strokes of your clit. You cried at her frantic touch, still sensitive from her afternoon desires. She mimicked your moan as you bit down on her neck, a muffled scream reaching her ears in victory. The feeling of your teeth on her left her insatiable, pace only quickening despite your overstimulated whines. She gave you nothing but praise: for taking her so well, for letting her spoil and ravish you, for always knowing when she needs you. This dance eats at her throughout the day, leaving only clawing want and the desire to seek you out behind. Feixiao is a superior hunter, after all, and what she wants always lands in her callused hands. Like now for example. Your nipples rest in her care, one flicked and sucked by her tongue and the other pinched between her fingertips.
Overstimulation had given way to pleasure now. She could tell by the lust-drunk glint in your eye. Her fingers slid against your clit so easily, she was tempted to forgo her strap entirely and get a taste. Just the thought of your juices on her chin and cheeks decided your final round for the night. All that stood in the way was orgasm four – but not for long. The near-liquid shake of your thighs around her waist brought her hungry mouth to yours. Each moan and whimper only drove her harder, the final brush of her fangs on your bottom lip enough to send you crashing over the edge. You shuddered against her, head thrown back and legs losing their strength. She took the time to tease, barely managing to pull out from your cunt and watch it continue to flutter. She could recall the feeling of its tight spasms from lunch, her fingers buried deep inside you while she ate.
Feixiao inched further down the bed, face coming right before your cunt. Her breath against your clit brought your hand to her hair, burying deep between her ears. Her teal cock pressed heavily against her stomach, but she couldn’t give a damn about it right now. Not with your lovely wet folds finally under her tongue. She began with soft and small licks, enough to warm and tease. After a minute she shifted to broad and slow licks, more tantalizing to your sensitivity. One sharp tug of her hair was all it took for the general to set off to work. You had a dinner appointment to make after all, even if it was just with friends.
Your final orgasm was a simple, tidal affair. It came with an unexpected flick of Feixiao’s tongue, right at the sweet side of your clit. The rhythm of pleasure could hardly keep your hips moving, muscles too weakened to catch up.
Falling in love wasn’t part of your agreement, but damn if you couldn’t get used to this. Feixiao’s moan at your taste gathered on her thumb seemed to hint that you weren’t alone in that thought.
mavuika
"Take my credit cards; here my house; take my car; don't forget to give mama some sugar."
Mavuika was nothing but passion and determination incarnate. When her sights were set, the result to follow was only a matter of time. Each of your brushstrokes landed like liquid fire over your canvas, at least from behind her sunglasses. She couldn’t help but pause her morning ride, not wanting to disturb the landscape you were so lovingly capturing. She often felt consumed to do the same, but today gas and wheels were her outlet. Before she traveled down the opposite path, she couldn’t resist walking up to you. Praising your work and inviting you to the Speaker’s Chamber for a private lesson to further hone your craft. She was entirely honest in her intentions… at first. Only months later when you finally tugged her in for a kiss did these “private lessons” transform.
Mavuika was pure muscle beneath you, flexing and responding to every grip and brush of your hands. They held her shoulder and bicep desperately, searching for purchase as you bounced on her scarlet cock. Orange and yellow swirled beneath your palms, obscuring earlier drawings of the sun and moon. She grasped your cheek with a warm hand, guiding your mouth to hers as she groaned. Her hips met yours in heavy, slow thrusts, a rhythm completely unlike your impatient search for pleasure. Her other hand tightened over your hips – a silent order to calm yourself and enjoy.
It was far too peaceful, simply sinking into her. Letting her caress every inch as you met her timed pace. Mavuika somehow felt more striking this way, her passion something deep and reverent. She gathered fresh paint, dragging it in one cold stripe down your spine. She flattened her palm over your lower back, forming one bold trail down your ass. With bright red on your fingertips, you gave her breasts a gentle knead, touch light over her hardening nipples. After one leisurely circle you squeezed them, sending a moan from her lips at the striking pressure.
Her tongue only sought yours, the rhythm of their dance languid. There was no rush, after all, and Mavuika was thorough. Capable of great ferocity and bold ideas. Of soft words and comforting touches. Of anything she set her mind to, really. How could you not agree with every proposition? Deny your lust and care for the sake of what? Nothing that mattered. In this moment, only she was important; her wishes and satisfaction.
Her hands shifted underneath your cheeks, sliding toward the bottom of your thighs. From here it was easy to flip you over and change the pace once again. To push your legs as low as possible and give. Feel your paint-laced palms drag across her abs, unsteady but loving. This is what she craved. Your whines and cries as you shook from the force of her care. Mavuika was nothing but passion and determination, especially in matters of the heart. It’s why she fulfilled every request and then took it even further. The feeling of satisfaction and want coursing through her veins was simply too much to deny. You were to, it seemed, from the way she shivered as you finally screamed her name.
navia
"Let me be, I wants to be, gots to be."
Navia is affectionate to a fault, how could she not be when confronted with you? Although you’ve never been particularly risqué, making out in your dressing room is a common occurrence. Or, at least, since your… agreement was made. She adored how you wore your success, the confidence that her light brought out of you. It made you bold, willing to back her up onto your vanity. Willing to hold her thighs around your waist as you kissed her senseless. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of your shirt, revealing just enough to turn her thoughts into a heartbeat of need. The lace of your navy bra peeked from beneath black silk, both picked by her expert hand. A simple golden rose dangled just above your breasts, its shimmer only highlighted by the sheen of sweat over your warm skin.
With one final and encompassing kiss you brought your hands to her neck, delicately brushing the sides of her throat with your thumbs. They inched lower across her shoulders, tracing her clavicle, then the sides of her breasts. Your thumb teased each nipple through her dress, palms easing downward to her waist. They gave a momentary grip before your descent continued, hands securely holding her hips. Her neck fell into exposure as you danced over their curve, bite-laced kisses staining her pale skin. Navia’s hands found your shoulders, playfully pushing you down. It was far too easy to give into her commands, to fall to your knees before her backlit figure. To push her thighs open and treasure the hitch in her breath. To shift her panties aside and lick one broad teasing stripe up her folds – ending with a sharp flick of her clit.
Here she had to stay quiet, fight the urge to match every glide of your tongue and rattle the vanity. Navia is also expressive to a fault, and try as hard as she likes she couldn’t prevent the fall of your blush. Or your bronzer. Or your highlighter. Or that special, limited-sale powder. No matter, you could always find another from your fellow actors. She had a new powder for you anyway, resting on your loveseat in its gift bag.
Oh…
Your ruined eyeliner, painting your eyes an even darker shade of lust. Your ruined lipstick, no doubt covering her in the color of you. The thought was enough to teeter her on the sweetest edge, her ass held under your palms as she slipped back into the mirror and nearly off the desk, shuddering. With a final kiss to her sensitive clit, you backed away, licking your lips with a smile. She gave a breathy chuckle as she carefully slid back securely onto the vanity. Your fingertips brushed her forehead, returning strands of golden hair to their rightful place.
Her hands fisted into your shirt as her mouth sought yours, slotting and pushing her tongue between your lips. She adored tasting herself from you, it made her weak in the knees all over again. She would have directed you to the loveseat if not for the knock at the door.
“Everything okay in there?”
nefer
"Sit on mama lap."
Nefer met you during a night of drowning at The Flagship. Your employer closed their workshop without warning, and now you were without a job.
What an easy catch…
Your eyes practically lit up as she took the stool beside you, clawed hand pushing forward another shot. Idle chatter was a necessary step before her offer – a dinner shared at the Curatorium tomorrow night, prepared by Nod-Krai’s finest chefs. It was certainly too good to be true, even with no foreseeable catch. Yet as her hand perched on your thigh, perfume settling perfectly in your nose, it was simply irresistible.
An array of Teyvat’s cuisine lay on her office table, each a well-presented classic with a singular twist. Nefer asked you to guess what it was at the end of every serving. Correct guesses would warrant a reward while the opposite, well… don’t worry your pretty head. You’ll be sure to enjoy those too.
And enjoy you did. Every liquor-laced kiss and grind against her thigh. Here you would start, but certainly not end. She had plans for you after all, and Nefer always follows through. She smirked at every glide of wetness over her soft skin, claws keeping a steady grip of your hair. The other snuck under your dress, cold metal finding the heated skin of your back. She danced her fingertips across the plane, golden points tracing curves and nearly puncturing flesh. Danger was her allure – fangs provided more results than fur. In this moment the result she craved was your crumbling in her arms. A release of not only your desire, but your freedom. Nefer preferred nothing but obedience and compliance with her wishes.
Punishment came with silken ties tethered to the table leg. They started simply around your wrists, keeping your palms together as Nefer slid off her underwear. She tossed them aside and resumed her seat before you, a glass of wine in hand. She stroked your cheek as she sipped, that very hand shifting to dip below her dress and do nothing but tease.
Now, provocation proved to be her specialty. Claws held your tongue, their taste only reminiscent of blood. Praise fell from her lips as you traced them all the way to the tip, her mouth crashing into yours as her fingers finally reached your aching clit. She took her time tracking every piece of your puzzled pleasure, assembling the grand image from the outside in. The best predators make their prey willing, entirely unaware of the trap. Entirely unaware of their plan, of the cat slinking through the darkness. Ashru first brought her your name as a potential client, but her fascination with your daily life only grew into selfish desire.
That dreadful beast was fed only by your cries, by your sweet submission and descent into your new role. To some it may be nothing more than a prized pet, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. Nefer did indeed treat her pets as prizes. They received only the best Teyvat could offer, all to stay in her deadly hands.
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Summary: Agatha Harkness is old money, famous in NYC for being a ruthless businesswoman. She's cold, calculated, and always gets what she wants. Getting to the top of the luxury real estate business was always in her cards, getting too attached to her personal assistant was not. MDNI 18+. Slow burn. Porn with plot. Warnings differ as plot progresses but generally: mommy kink/sugar mommy mean billionaire AH, implied toxic relationship, alcohol, rough smut. Please read new chapter warnings before reading <3 . ☕️🍒
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pairing - jemily x reader
rating - g
word count - 1.9k
tags - fluff, getting together, wife!emily, girlfriend!jj, flirting, polyamory, consent conversations
summary - Emily has managed to avoid meeting JJ for a year, but all it takes is a late morning and a punctual girlfriend.
a/n - got some love on ao3, so i'm going to continue to crosspost this one. i don't want to retroactively crosspost my ongoing fics because that's honestly just too much work. i'm too lazy for that <3
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“Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, if you don't get your ass out that front door, you are going to meet a woman you've successfully avoided for a year.” You called through the open bathroom door. “JJ is on her way. I can ask her to wait in the car, but you will see her.”
“I'm going, I'm going!” Emily insisted, stumbling as she pulled on her boots. “I can make it, it'll be fine.”
“If meeting my girlfriend is ‘fine,’ then yes, it will be.” You argued. “Do you have your badge and credentials, or are they still in your blazer from yesterday?”
“Fuck, they're in my blazer.” She grumbled, digging through the dirty laundry to find it. “Why didn't I just put this in the safe?”
“You were too busy taking my clothes off.” You smirked. “And when I told you to put it away first, you told me, and I quote, ‘I cannot express how little I care about that right now.’”
“I hate you.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, I'm going. I love you, have fun.”
“I love you, stay safe.” You kissed her quickly before she rushed to the door, retrieving her briefcase from the couch and her firearm from the safe on the way out.
Your phone buzzed just as she opened the front door, and your eyes widened as you read,
JJ <3: At the door <3
You dropped your phone on the bathroom counter and sprinted after her.
"Oh." Emily froze in the doorway, finding a tall, gorgeous blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman standing on her front porch. JJ. "Um, hi."
"Emily, it's nice to meet you." JJ held out her hand, a warm smile on her lips. "I'm-"
"Jennifer, yeah." Emily nodded jerkily. "Do you… She's almost ready. Do you want to wait inside?"
"I've never actually been in the house before." JJ tilted her head to one side, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Is that okay?"
"Right, the rule." Emily laughed awkwardly. "Yes, yeah, come inside. She's running late."
"Em, love, I'm sorry. I tried to catch you." Your socks slid across the hardwood floor, and you wound up with your arms wrapped around your wife's neck for balance. "Sorry again. Um, hi, Jen."
"It's okay." Emily's shoulders relaxed slightly. "I'm really late. I'll see you tonight, though, probably. We're the second team on rotation."
"I know the drill." You pressed a kiss to her lips, mostly running on autopilot. "Talk tonight?"
"I'll try to call if we catch a case. I love you." She kissed you one last time before she turned to JJ, her body stiffening. "Nice to meet you."
She was gone as quickly as JJ had arrived, and you stood in the middle of the entryway, frozen in place as you processed the quick series of events that left you standing in front of your girlfriend, your wife's lipstick staining your lips.
"Okay. That happened." You announced breathily, shaking your hands as if it would physically rid you of your shock. "Hi, baby."
"Hi." JJ chuckled, wrapping her arms around your waist. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I wasn't opposed to you two meeting, I just didn't expect… that. I'm sorry, we overslept, and there was supposed to be enough time between her leaving and you getting here."
"Don't worry about it." JJ shook her head, wiping the smudges of Emily's lipstick from your face, but leaving the areas where it stained your lips a faint red. "I've seen pictures, but damn. Is she that hot all the time?"
"It's inhuman and insanely distracting. "You laughed.
"Distracting is right. You remember how I said I was down if she was?" JJ asked.
"Obviously, yes." You chuckled. "She knows, too."
"Good, because she's drop-dead gorgeous, like, heart-attack-inducing hot." JJ leaned her head back. "Is it weird that I'm kind of obsessed with her? I should show up early, now that we've met. Jesus."
"You're insane." You giggled. "Give me five minutes, and we can get out of here. Make sure you put things back properly when you're done snooping through my house."
"I'm not going to snoop!" She insisted. "I might look around a little bit. Maybe open a drawer or two."
"Uh-huh. Have fun, Detective Jareau." You rolled your eyes teasingly before you rushed back to your bathroom.
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"Hey, love!" Emily called, dropping her keys into the bowl by the door. "Did you have a good date?"
"It was fun, yeah." You smiled, humming as she kissed you. "Good day?"
"Boring, so yes." She nodded, cupping your face in her hands. "You're so pretty."
"I love it when you come home all lovey." You giggled, pressing your lips to hers, threading your fingers through her hair.
"I just love you." She shrugged sheepishly, and if you hadn't already married this woman, you'd do it right this second. "We do need to talk, though."
"I know. I was waiting for that." You sighed, falling onto the couch. "Lock up first, please."
She obliged, locking up her gun and her badge in the safe before she returned to you, her blazer shrugged off, leaving you in that white long-sleeve that teetered on the edge of inappropriate for work, low-cut enough to make you a little bit crazy.
"So, JJ is nice." She settled beside you, cross-legged as she faced you, her arm draped over the back of the couch.
"She is." You nodded. "How do you feel about having met her?"
"Different." She replied slowly, searching for the word to answer your question. "In a way I didn't expect."
"Is that.." Your eyes widened as you sat up straighter. "Is that bad?"
"I'm not calling it off, love. It's not bad." She shook her head, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"Okay, then." You relaxed slightly. "Different how?"
"You look at her like you love her." Emily sank into the couch, her cheeks flushing lightly. "And she's insanely beautiful."
"I do love her," You murmured, brow furrowing. "We've talked about that."
"No, I'm not upset. It's not bad." Emily insisted. "She's gorgeous."
"I'm well aware." You chuckled. "What's going on in you're head, my love?"
"You told me once… She said she'd be willing to go out with me, right?" She picked at her cuticles, staring down at her hands.
"She did." You took her hand, effectively stopping her from tearing the skin, which, considering the fact that her nails looked wrecked today, was inevitable. "Are you considering that?"
"I am." She narrowed her eyes as she thought. "I don't know how that would work. I don't know what to do with it."
"Okay. First question, then." You adjusted your seating position until you were cross-legged, facing Emily. "Do you want to go on a date with JJ?"
"Yes, I do." Emily met your eyes, her shy smile only making the excitement in your chest boil over, unable to hold back the grin on your lips. "You're okay with that?"
"Very. I'm very okay with that." You laughed. "Do you want to date JJ separately?"
"Well, at first, yes." Emily mused. "Eventually, no."
"Really?" Your eyebrows shot up.
"You love her, and I love you. From what I do know about her, I already like her." Emily curled up into a ball, leaning her side against the back of the couch. "I thought it would be weird to see you with someone else, to see you look at another woman like you look at me, but it wasn't. It just felt right."
"It feels right with both of you right now, too." You pointed out. "We don't have to combine the relationships if you don't want to."
"I think I do, though." Emily sighed. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all day."
"Thinking about what, love?" You asked gently, brushing her hair out of her face. It was rare that your confident, strong wife allowed vulnerability to make her feel small.
"The way you two look at each other." She bit the inside of her lip. "The way you look in my shirts in the morning, the way she'd look in them, too. Kissing her, seeing her kiss you."
"You want all of it." You pressed a kiss to her lips. "I was worried you were just thinking about sex."
"Trust me, I thought about sex." Emily laughed, resting her forehead against yours. "But I do want it all."
"We can call JJ tomorrow if you want." You offered, pulling her into your lap. Emily didn't often allow herself to be held like this, and you were going to take full advantage of that.
"I'd like that." She hummed, burying her face in your neck.
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Emily sat across the table from you with the small remote control fidget toy you'd given her, spinning the little wheel on the side so that she didn't pick at her cuticles. Your phone lay face-up in front of her, JJ's contact displayed on the screen, a selfie JJ had taken with you kissing her cheek as the profile picture. You had slid the device across the table, telling her she should call whenever she was ready. Emily's eyes fluttered shut as she took in a deep breath before she hit the call button.
"Hey, baby." JJ's bright voice flowed through the speaker like honey. "I thought you were with that gorgeous wife of yours today."
"I am, actually." You chuckled, watching as the corners of Emily's mouth turned up in a smile. "She's here, too."
"Oh." The rustling in the background stopped suddenly as JJ froze where she stood. Her crush on Emily was no secret, but confronted with the actual presence of the brunette, her mind went haywire. "Hi, Emily."
"Hello." Emily's eyes darted to you. "Um, we have a question for you."
"Sure, go ahead." JJ leaned her lower back against her kitchen counter, wrapping her free arm around her stomach, gripping the fabric of her shirt.
"Do you remember how you said that if Emily was interested, you'd be down to go out with her?" You asked.
"Vividly." JJ laughed breathily. "Is that what this is?"
"It is, yes." Emily nodded, as if JJ could see her. "It'd just be us. At least, at first."
"Oh, thank god." JJ's tensed muscles loosened. "I thought you were breaking up with me as a team."
"Aw, baby." You frowned. "I'm sorry we freaked you out."
"No, no, it's fine." She ran a hand through her hair. "Emily, are you free on Saturday?"
"I'm off-rotation this weekend," Emily replied. "Which is a yes."
"Perfect. I'll pick you up at seven. Dress casual." You could almost see JJ's smile widening.
"O-Okay." Emily looked at you, eyes wide. She was so used to taking charge, and JJ had done so without a second thought. "Yeah. I'll see you on Saturday night."
"Baby, will you give Em my number?" JJ asked.
"Of course. I'll talk to you later. I love you." You threaded your fingers with Emily's across the table.
"Love you, too. Bye." JJ grinned. "Bye, Emily."
"Bye." Emily hit the red button on your phone screen, eyes moving as if she were reading a book while she processed the interaction her mind had gone practically blank during.
"You good?" You squeezed her hand. "You're usually the one who plans things. You like control. She can take a step back if you want, just ask her."
"No, I'm good." Emily shook her head. "I usually hate it when other people do all of the planning. I don't right now."
"JJ's something else, isn't she?" You chuckled.
"She very much is." Emily nodded. "Thank you for doing that with me, love."
"I'd do anything for you. You should know that by now." You rolled your eyes teasingly.
Prompt- (soft) bites on the shoulder, arm, top of their head
Contains- 18+ MDNI, post-sex fluff and spiciness, description of bodies (not reader), emily bites boobs, steamy makeout
A/N- shoutout to lovely blue @emilys-bangs for the request! this ended up being a little smuttier than i anticipated i hope that's okay
It feels like you're on a cloud, surrounded by fuzzy blankets, your girlfriend's soft frame pressed up against your own. Emily's head rests against yours as you curl your arms around her. The haze from the orgasms she'd just finished giving you nearly all consuming. It's always like this with her. Soft, warm, and so, so good.
You feel the softness of her chest against yours, brushing over your sensitive nipples. You nuzzle your forehead into her shoulder as her hands graze up and down your back. A soft whimper slips out of your mouth at her touch, your body still sensitive from what she'd just put it through.
"How are you doing, beautiful?" She asks, pulling her head back to get a good look at you.
You rest your head on the pillow, looking up at her with stars in your eyes. She strokes your cheek, and you swear you fall in love over again, your heart swelling at her beauty.
"I'm so good, Emily," you say, a smile curling your lips.
"Good," she smiles back, pulling you back into her. "What do you need? Can I get you anything?"
"No," you murmur, shaking your head. "Just you."
She grips your cheek with her hand, pulling your lips to yours in a deep, sensual kiss. Her teeth pull on your bottom lip, a squeal popping out of your lips.
"Emily!" You squeak, the assault of her lips continuing lower.
She nips at your neck, small little bites that have your stomach flipping. You wiggle your hips, a burning feeling settling low in your stomach. Her hands grip your ass, her nails sinking in in time with her teeth in your neck.
"Ah!" You moan out, her bites traveling to your collarbone.
"Sorry, baby," she murmurs against your skin. "You're just so delicious."
You push your chest into her mouth, her lips grazing over the tops of your breasts, teeth squeezing the plush skin. You throw your head back on the pillow, a strangled moan exiting your throat.
"God, Emily," you moan, wriggling your hips against hers once more.
"I know, baby, just be patient," she murmurs, her teeth finding finally finding your nipples.
"God," you groan. It wrestles itself out of your throat, along with an incredulous giggle.
"You're insatiable," you pull her face back to yours, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
"Can you blame me?" She smirks, before continuing where she left off.
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Summary: Y/n is a former spy who retried to live a peaceful civilian life. Except that Natasha Romanoff believes that she is involved in a mission, so the Russian decide to pay her a little visit.
Prompt: “I hate you.” - “You’ve made me well aware of that sweetheart.”
TW: Blade // swearing // PTSD // mention of smut // mention of alcohol
A/n: This fic was written for the Marvel x fem readers exchange.
I am sorry I am not good at enemies to lovers 😭 so it's more rivals whit benefits to lovers I guess ... Anyway, enjoy
Sorry if there some typos English isn't my first language.
Tag list: @blackberrybucky @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest
Y/n wake up at 5 a.m to get a glass of water ... God she hates heat! Something was off, maybe it was her old spy sense but she didn't like the atmosphere. When she poured the water she hears something, the woman turns around but it's too late. A cold blade run over her neck. She drops her glass who shatters on the hard floor.
" Holly fuck Tasha ?! What the hell is wrong whit you? "
" Where it is? " Spit the assailant.
" I have no idea of what you're talking about! "
" The documents. "
" What documents? "
" The one you stole from Starks industries! " She presses the dagger whit more anger.
Y/n whine.
" I didn't do anything, please Natasha ... "
The redhead takes back the blade looking almost guilty but still on guard.
" Who pays you? "
" No one! I tell you, I didn't do anything! I don't want to be a spy anymore ... I see so many horrible things ... I do so many horrible things ... " The lady shiver, working as an agent leave a lot of scars. most of them were psychological.
" I don't believe you! "
The former spy looks so hurt " Why? "
" Because you are a bad person and bad person never change "
She shiver but recovers her composure soon enough.
" That wasn't what you say in that hotel room in Prague ~ "
Y/n smirt at the memories of a naked Natasha on top of her. The Russian blush furiously.
" You tricked me! I hate you. "
" You’ve made me well aware of that sweetheart. My only regret is that I didn't make you well aware that I like you ... "
Natasha opens her mouth confused.
" It's one of your plans right? You little bastard. "
" Rudes! And when are you gonna understand there is no plan! Natasha, I truly like you! Since ... Since always "
" Y/n this isn't a game. "
" I know, I didn't play any trick on you, Tasha. I am just honest whit you now I am a simple civilian. "
The avengers stay still whit no expression on her face for a few minutes. An uncomfortable silence falls in the kitchen and no one move. After what feels like one hour the ex-spy fetches herself another glass.
" Did you want something Tasha ? "
" Did you have some vodka? "
" No, I didn't drink anymore ... "
" That a good decision, water will do the job thank you. "
Y/n pour a second glass and give it to the redhead. They drink and then Natasha kneels to clean the glass shard.
" You didn't have to. " The other women kneel whither
" I am sorry ... "
" It's alright, it's only glass. "
That wasn't what she wants to say but it's was way more comfortable like that. But eventually, she had to address the fact that Y/N just make her a declaration. So she takes a deep breath and starts.
" We should talk about our relationship ... The reality, the hate sex, the traumas ... That wasn't exactly healthy. "
" You mean you are ... "
" Ready to reconsidered my feelings for you ? " interrupted the redhead " yes. "
Her former rival smile at her, she was actually really pretty, even in the dark kitchen. Now she thinks about it Natasha always finds Y/n gorgeous, whether during a fight, covered whit bruises, or during a gala in formal yet divine outfits. Can she have feelings for her since the beginning to ... Was she that in denial? As a spy she had to keep control of her emotions, some people might think she is heartless, a lot actually ... But despite their rivalry, Y/n always treats her like a human being. And imagine being in a relationship whit her actually sounds nice, really nice.
" Tasha? Are you ok? You are really quiet. "
" Oh sorry I was thinking ... "
" About? "
" Us. "
" I really like the sound of that. "
" Me too. "
They both get up and slowly walk closer to each other.
" That will be the perfect time to kiss. "
" Yes it is Дорогой "
The Russian grab her by the hips and kiss her. Usually, their kiss is full of lust and hate but this one was sweet and lovely. Natasha squeezes her hips tighter and her brand new girlfriend puts her arms around the avenger's neck.
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It's been so long you didn't see your girlfriend ... Her new training as an Avengers asks a lot of her. Of course, you were so proud and happy for her but you also miss her too much. So you decide to go buy her flowers, a red roses and tulips bouquet, who mean love and passion. So you go to the Avenger's tower to pay the witch a little visit. Dodging a little the security you get into the training room.
" Hey, sweetheart! "
Wanda jumps and blasts a magic ball at you. You feel a burning wave to your body. It's hurt ... A lot. You collapse on the ground. All the tower can hear the Scarlett witch scream. Steve Rogers rush to the room.
" Wanda! What's wrong? "
She was trembling " I hurt them, Steve ... "
" I am gonna get the medical team. "
" NO! "
The super soldier blench.
" They are my girlfriend and this is my magic, I am taking care of this, clear my schedule. "
Steve nod, even if this wasn't his job, and leave the training room. Wanda picks you and your bouquet up sobbing and goes to her room. She lay you on her bed and caress your cheek. She put the flowers in water and go study the effects of her magic on you. You were unconscious breathing slowly, chaos magic trying to steal your vital energy. The witch frown and try to get her magic back inside her without hurting you.
" Please y/n ... I can't lose you. "
She cries absorbing all the magic energy, for a few seconds, you stop breathing. But soon you gasp and collapse, you were alive! You just need to rest, a lot of rest. Wanda stays by your side not leaving her room. Sometimes, Natasha, Steve, or Bruce go check on both of you. But no one can cheer up Wanda, she hurt you, the love of her life. She spent most of her sleepless night by your side hugging you and singing in sokovian. Weeks go by and the famous new Avengers gets nowhere to seems. The rest of the team starts to worry ... They need her. But Wanda didn't care, you need her more. Life didn't have a sense anymore, not without you. She put her head on your chest earring your heartbeat the only thing that can comfort her, you are alive. One day she finally closes her eyes but all she did was horrible nightmares where she kills you again and again. She wakes up gasping and looks at you, you looked so peaceful likes nothing happens.
Inside you, there is a storm. You fight whit all your forces against the chaos magic to regain control. It was hurting so much, every inch of your body was painful. But the worst was feeling Wanda's pain. You wanted to be here whit her, to tell her everything gonna be alright, that you love her and you won't leave her.
The day Wanda and everyone else was waiting for finally come. You wake up! Wanda was never this happy her whole life.
She jumps " Y/n! Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere? "
You chuckle weakly " It's fine honey, my head just hurt a little and my body is numb ... "
You look around and see your bouquet, it was still vivid.
" How did you did that? "
" Magic "
" Why? "
" It was a gift from you, it was precious. "
You smile but soon frown. The Scarlett witch was looking terrible.
" You look terrible sweetheart, you need to rest! "
" It doesn't matter љубав ... "
" Of course it does! Let's grab a snack and nap together! "
At those words, Natasha gets in the room whit various snacks.
" That not nice listening to the door Nat! "
" Sorry, Wan! Bad spy habits! " The Russian chuckle and leave the snack " Take care! Both of you."
Wanda nods still protectively holding you. You wave bey the redhead. This afternoon you had a snack feast and you cuddle and talk before having the hugest nap of history.
The training room was now a forbidden area for you. But you still gift red roses and tulips to your girlfriend. It was now both your favorite flowers.
Warnings: Carla's Christmas Writing Challenge: Gingerbread, Gags & Gender Expression / Mommy Kink / BDSM / Reader SubSpace / Scene and Aftercare / Intimacy / PTSD Reader about Christmas and Family*(Dead parents) / Spit Kink / Packer Play / Dirty photos /Gender Non Conforming elements / Strap On Riding / Piss play / Humiliation Kink / Cozy cuddling / Tummy buldge / Holiday Sad is Okay too / Choking & Caning / BDSM Party / Christmas Party / First Meeting / D/S impact play / Holly, Humping & Hair Pulling / Christmas Time AU So close to Love Confessions / 🦌 Reins / TrafficLight & Consent / Holiday Kink Scene
Prompt 1 : Carla's sure this Christmas is going to be like every other shitty year. As she heads into a Holiday Kink party. She's soon dropped into a bit of serendipity. Could Carla's Grinch attitude be saved, will she get her Christmas wish?
Prompt 2: Carla lost you once, but will faint intervene so she can have a good Christmas? Will Isis need to get a concussion for her daughter to find love?
Prompt 3 : Carla will do anything to make it so you don't slip through her fingers again. But it's ten am in Chicago, so it's time to sit and drink drip coffee in a diner and try to get you to talk about yourself.
Prompt 4: Carla makes her home in you, how long into being cuddled in the sheets before you two crack and admit you can't live without each other?
Prompt 5 (Final): Can Carla make you believe in Christmas again?
FlorencexReaderxCelia NSFW - gender neutral reader with vulva.
Contente : Threesome, Dom Celia, Switch Florence, Sub reader, politics talk, little angst (Reader being insecure about Celia loving them), office sex, OLD WOMEN YURI, reader is a shy mess be warned.
English isn't my first language. Mistakes can be make.
You get in Florence's office a few days after the feelings revelation and the start of your relationship with her and the mayor.
"Hello love, how are you ? I missed you both and ... wanted to say hi"
The lady squeal happily.
"Hi dear ! I'm so happy to see you"
She give her partner a tender quick kiss.
"Did you want some tea ? Oh ! I'll tell Celia you are here"
"Thank you Florence, you are truly adorable"
Her cheeks and chest became red.
"OH please stop you, I'm just as adorable as you"
She disappears to the older woman's office and you wait shyly by the door. You can hear a low deep chuckle.
"No need to be so shy dearest ~ we are always happy to have you here, come closer"
Celia, regal as ever, crooks her finger as her piercing eyes focus on you. You joined them, fixing your clothes a little.
"Hi ! Greetings ! Huh ... ma'am mayor ?"
Again Celia laughed tenderly at your tensed antics. She smirked as silence fell over the office while Florence got everyone tea ready. When done she gives Celia her cup with a kiss and does the same for you, you smile tenderly as an answer and the mayor features soften too.
"So dearest, tell me, what own us the pleasure of your visit ?"
"Oh huh well ... wanted to see how everything is going on, any update on the MateoLux situation, or any trouble with the Tipsy Tumbler clientele ?"
The older lady looks delighted at your interest in the house politics and goes over some documents with you. At some points her hand came to rest on your knee and petted it lazily with her thub.
"Tell me dearest, you're not actually here to talk politics ?"
You blush and stammer a little.
"I... I promise I'm interested ! But yes, I missed you and Florence ... I just didn't wanted to bother the both of you..."
Florence hugs you from behind and you feel at ease against her soft and warm body.
"Dear, you never bother us, what is the matter ?"
I take a deep breath.
"Well, I know you love Celia and that you like me ..."
You can't gather the courage to finish your sentence but the sharp minded celling don't need you to.
"I see, I'm trully sorry if I made you feel like I didn't value you the same in this relationship. I have two dearest it's more than a old celling like me could have hope for ! You are smart and kind and rather beautiful dare I say ~ and I love you and the relationship we have"
She gives you a deep kiss leaving you a little dizzy. Florence kiss you too.
"And I think you are pretty amazing !"
You blush under all the attention and the mood shift.
"Well if all the politics and feelings talk is over, did you need some relaxation time ma'am mayor ?"
Celia smirk.
"I would like that very much dearest"
She put you on her laps and start to slowly and carefully undress you. She was exceptionally tender in the intimacy. Florence still hugging you from behind Switch between kissing your newly exposed skin and Celia. You shiver and out a little gasp.
"You are the cutest dear"
Praise Florence smiling against your shoulder blade.
"I must agree"
Answer Celia before finishing her work. Her hands caressing your body.
"Florence dearest, did you want to get rid of your clothes too ?"
"Not this time, I rather focus on our little homeowner today"
She smiled brightly a tender blush highlighting her face.
"Well aren't you lucky dearest ? ~"
The mayor finger slides on your inner thighs with grace and power. Florence clumsier and warm hands focus on your chest delighted buy all your noises and movements. And you provided a great show, squirming, moaning, gasping, shivering, whining, arching, any reactions the two women wanted out of you you gave them easily. Celia delight about how maleable you are under her hands and Florence is just happy to see her lover relaxed and breathless. The mayor toy with clit cooing tenderly.
"This three parties system was such a good idea dearest, we work so well together ~"
She kissed you again before sliding two fingers into your core.
"Florence dearest help me would you ?"
The brunette agreed happily and one of her hand leave your chest and go take Celia place on your clit. Her other stay focused on her upper body and pinch one of your nipple. You moan her name catching your breath.
"Easy dearest, your doing good, your such a great co-mayor, perfect partner"
Celia kiss your sweaty temple still praising you tenderly. Her secretary leave open kisses on your neck and shoulders soon leaving hickeys.
"Well, Florence I didn't knew you were such feisty"
"I'm just applying my signature on our accords dearest mayor ~"
"Then don't mind if I join"
Say the celling in a purring voice focusing on the neck and torso in front of her while still pounding her fingers in your core. You feel your orgasm building under both such talented women.
"Flo ... Florence, Ce ... Celia"
Florence gets softer hearing you and feeling your body tense. Celia smirked delightedly as you clench around her fingers.
"Well dearest let's see how much of you mess you can do on my oh so perfect business outfit ~"
As your climax whipped you you cried both of their name in pleasure. Celia catches you in her arms and lets you take your breath back. Florence go get water, some snacks, and a towel ready to provide in any aftercare you may need. You stay in the office a little longer enjoying cuddles and soft kisses.
"I love you"
"I love you too dearest"
"Me three !"
So yeah ... it's the first smut I post so I'm super anxious lol !
I hope I enjoy those two fine ladies as much as I do !
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Category : Fluff with a little bit explicite ending
CW : Steamy kissing, shy nerd to shy nerd communication, a lot of info dumping about Hasbro weird boardgames pens
Disclaimer : English isn't my first language might contain grammatical and orthographic errors
Penelope and you were sited on the office floor talking about your love for office supplies and papeterie even if you don't use them a lot. The conversation drifted toward the most weird pen in existence so obligatory you have to express your love for those unusable weird Hasbro pens
"In the end of the 2000's Hasbro has this idea of putting some mini version of boardgames on kids pen, make the pen and the game a nightmare to use ! There were actually more than boardgames like that drawing red thing etch a sketch, there is so many versions of this one ! Even a sponge bob one "
You snort, Penelope watch you rambling happily about the strange item, your eyes shine and your smile is so genuine. She can't help but blush and bite her lips.
"On the creative part, there is also a playdough one ! Oh and of course there are some video games, even an adult version with virtual gambling games, can you imagine that"
You laugh and Penelope gets closer overwhelmed by the need to be as close as possible to such a perfect lover, ending in a weird position that tries to encompass her want to snuggle against you and her shyness to truly do it.
"Yes I can ! But that doesn't mean you'd like more silly or fancy pens right ? I mean I can be fun !"
She does her famous awkward fingers gun but loses her balance because of her uncomfortable position. She falls over you and unintentionally traps you against the office floor. You blush and your chest rises and falls seeing your cute supplies on top of you. Something short-circuits in Penelope's brain and she kisses you hard blushing as hard. You let out a little moan and the brunette gasp and break appart.
"Sorry ! I ... I don't know what got into my brain ... oh my god and I didn't even asked ! Can ... can I do anything for forgi..."
"Penelope"
You stop her with a soft voice, a soft gaze, and soft pets.
"It's ok, I really like it, please take a deep breath and relax"
"So do you want me to ... do it again ?"
"Yes please !"
She smiles and bite her lips with a spark in her eyes
Hi all! You can call me Purple. I'm a longtime lurker & writer but this blog is new so I can separate my stuff. Here for AAA content & fanfic. Currently working on Early Riser. Blog is 18+ with some kink stuff listed individually as I explore the story further. Messages are welcome. <3
Summary: Agatha Harkness is old money, famous in NYC for being a ruthless businesswoman. She's cold, calculated, and always gets what she wants. Getting to the top of the luxury real estate business was always in her cards, getting too attached to her personal assistant was not. MDNI 18+. Toxic relationship.
Slow burn. Porn with plot.
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