༒ magdalene ༒

you examine your face in the mirror, expression scrunched up in thought. you and your girlfriend have a party to go to tonight, and you’re pondering what to do with your makeup. it’s just a casual hangout, but you always want to look nice. behind you in the reflection is vi, arms wrapped around your waist like you’ll disappear if she lets go. you’re perched on her lap, the way you always are when you do your makeup- vi swears she just likes to watch, but more often than not, your makeup is the last thing she’s focused on. you’ve barely sat down before she’s buried her face into your shoulder, pressing lazy kisses to your skin while you try your best to concentrate on your makeup.

“do you think i should put my blush below my eyes or like on my cheekbones?” you wonder aloud, pursing your lips thoughtfully at your reflection in your vanity. you tilt your head to the side for a better angle. “or maybe i should do my concealer first and then decide?”

“whatever you feel like,” vi mumbles absently into the crook of your neck, dropping feather-light kisses from your jawline down to your shoulder. her voice is muffled by your skin, and she takes a long inhale. “look pretty either way.”

you consider this, then set the pan of blush back down. “mm… it’s whatever. i’ll just do my concealer first and then decide. but what about for my lips? my outfit is pink, so i want it to coordinate,” you muse, more to yourself than your girlfriend, because she’s obviously not listening. you lean over your desk, vi’s arms around your waist holding fast, and pluck two pink tubes of lip gloss from their shelf before sitting back and twisting slightly in vi’s lap, trying to get her attention. “do you like the nude pink or the brighter pink? i’m kind of into the bright one, but i don’t want it to look tacky.”

vi glances up from your shoulder with slightly hooded eyes, her hand already sneaking under your top. she sighs and wrinkles her nose, vaguely irritated that you’re all distracted with your makeup. in her opinion, this time would be much better spent on getting in a quick fuck before you have to go; but admittedly it is cute watching you fuss over your face like this, even if vi thinks it’s perfect as is. “what’s the difference? they’re both pink.”

you’re bewildered at vi’s indifference. “what do you mean, what’s the difference? they’re completely different shades!” you insist, like it’s obvious, because it is, but vi’s not paying a lick of attention. seeing as she’s totally useless, you turn to glance at your outfit hanging on the closet door. “hmm. maybe i’ll just go with the one that’s closest to the color of my top.”

you lift both glosses to eye-level to compare, and vi takes the chance to slip her hands under the hem of your slightly lifted tank top to squeeze your tits unceremoniously, flicking her thumbs over your nipples. she lifts her head to kiss your cheek. “sounds good to me.”

the way she suddenly grips your breasts makes you squeak in surprise, and you whirl around in her lap to shoot her a look. “you’re distracting me! we need to be at this thing in like an hour and i’ve barely started on my base,” you scold vi. she hums dismissively.

“it’s not even like you need it,” she murmurs, rolling a nipple in between her fingers until it hardens beneath her touch, making you squirm. she adds, unimpressed, “too many people come up to you already.”

you just scoff at that. vi clearly has no plans of leaving you alone, so you resign yourself to just trying to ignore her— not the easiest thing in the world, because you can never resist when she plays with your breasts, but you’re on a time crunch. “anyway. i definitely think the brighter one matches better,” you decide, satisfied. “so that means i’ll just do my blush the same color.”

she mumbles her agreement against you, still idly fondling your tits. “okay, sweet girl.”

vi lets you get through your base routine without distracting you too much more, but of course the second you need to be still to do your eyeliner, that’s when she decides to lick a slow, wet stripe up your neck, from your shoulder to your ear, and of course you can’t help but react to that, squealing and jerking your head away. “vi! stop, i’m trying to do my eyeliner!”

vi laughs out loud, delighted at your reaction, and delivers a sharp slap to your thigh that makes you jump again. “oh, come on, baby. i barely did anything.”

still, she relents, nuzzling her nose back into your neck as she breathes you in. “just finish your makeup already, ‘kay?”

“i’d have already been done if you’d just cut it out,” you insist, trying to sound stern, but the blush and the smile that breaks across your face gives you away. luckily, she actually lets you finish your makeup, and after one last once-over, you put down your setting spray with a pleased sigh.

you turn around in vi’s lap fully now, straddling her thighs with yours on either side of hers. “so? what do we think about the final look?” you ask earnestly, smiling brightly as you show off your makeup. “it’s not too crazy?”

vi grins right back up at you— you’re just so endearing, framing your face with your hands and puckering your lips to show off your makeup— which, despite all of her interference, admittedly did turn out cute. her hands slide from your waist to grip your ass as she straightens up to kiss you, purposefully slow and deep, so that when she finally does let you up for air, she gets the sheer satisfaction of seeing your freshly done lip gloss smeared all around your mouth.

you whip right back around to face your mirror again, horrified at the mess of pink smudged over your face. “vi! that was my lip gloss!”

you don’t even know how long she’s been inside of you at this point- after the third or fourth orgasm, time just seemed to melt away. your pussy’s raw and red and dripping- her eyes can’t stop dropping down in between your legs as she fucks into you, watching her strap disappear inside that pretty, spent hole, the way it stretches you out. god, it makes her dizzy. she’s moaning like she can feel everything. can’t help it, with all that whining you’re doing, and the filthy, squelching sounds of your hole as she pumps in and out.

you’re well past overstimulated- your trembling thighs are covered in stickiness, and you’ve long given up trying to sniffle back your tears. she knows she’s pushed you past your limit, and every time you come she swears she’ll leave you alone- but every time she’s wrong. you’re just so beautiful writhing and crying her name beneath her; and, god, the way you moan. she thinks she’s addicted to you.

she’s slow, rhythmic, but it’s almost worse than if she was being rough- every deliberate thrust of her hips hitting that perfect spot inside of you. she sees your flushed cheeks are wet, and she soothes you by leaning down to peppering soft kisses over your tears.

“shh, honey, you’re okay. you’re okay. you’re doing so well,” she whispers. she brings her mouth against your kiss-swollen lips again, swallowing every one of your pretty whimpers and weak moans, her long hair falling over you both like a curtain as she leans forward. she adores missionary just for this- so she can kiss you senseless, choke you with her tongue, watch every flicker of pleasure-pain cross your expression, the irresistible way you look up at her with those wide eyes like you don’t know whether to push her off or beg her to keep going.

with every thrust of her hips, you can feel the tip of her strap kiss your cervix, the way the thick toy stretches beneath your lower belly. she notices the bulge, too, one of her hands sliding down your stomach to flatten the palm of her hand over the moving bump as she pumps inside. she presses down, just a little, and you jerk your hips and whine, earning a smile dripping with satisfaction.

“look at that,” she murmurs, almost reverently. her voice is rough with desire, like she’s straining to hold back even though she’s been inside you for god-knows-how-long already. “so deep in my sweet girl. my baby… you take me so nice.”

you want to beg her to stop because you’re so sensitive, beg her for a break; but she’s so tender and soft about it that you can’t bring yourself to. “you’re so deep, mommy, god,” you whimper out. your nails bite into the bare skin of her back, desperately searching for something to anchor to.

the sting of your fingers digging into her skin makes her groan in delight. “i know, princess, mommy’s almost done. just hold on to me,” she encourages, never stopping the smooth, languid motions of her hips. her breath fans against your ear as she whispers, “there you go, my darling. does that feel good?”

“so, so good, mommy,” you answer mindlessly. your voice is all whiny and airy and it does something awful to her. it’s not long before she hears your breathing start to pick up again, how your sweet sounds start to get pitchy, and she knows you’re close again.

“gonna come again, baby?” she coos lovingly, even though she already knows the answer. you nod feverishly, and she wraps both of her hands around her thighs and yanks you closer so your hips are touching, holding you by them as she pounds into you harder, skin slapping against skin. the sounds that leave you as she slams into your stretched-out cunt, punching choked moans and mewls out of you every time she slams into you as deep as she can go before pulling back again, are downright pornographic. you sound like a puppy in heat, whimpering and squealing like that, and, flustered, you press a hand over your mouth to stifle yourself- only for her to reach down before you can even cover your mouth and yank your hand from your face.

“none of that,” she scolds, just a little amused, and she pins your hand down by your side. “let me hear you, sweetheart. let me hear how much you like taking mommy’s cock.” she groans, low and strained- because the knowledge that she’s making you feel this way, that she’s the only one that can, is getting her almost as close as you are.

and you just lie back and take it, because what other choice do you have than to let her fuck your swollen hole till you’re crying again? “yes, mommy, yes, yes, yes, love your cock so much, mommy,” you babble, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a barely-coherent mess. she bottoms out again and again and you’re feeling so good that you don’t even know what to do with yourself, just frantically pawing at her breasts, the sheets, whatever you can hold onto until that tight, hot coil in your belly snaps again. “mm, fuckfuckfuck, i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming, mommy, fuck-!”

she watches with rapt attention as your eyes disappear into the back of your head, drool spilling from between those pretty plump lips as you come all over her strap for the who-knows-how-many time. she slows but doesn’t stop, letting you ride it out, and only when she can see your irises again; she pulls back, just a little, so she can watch your pussy spill around her and onto the towel beneath you both. oh, she’d never, ever tire of this.

top!kara who must always have her hands or mouth on you. she's especially obsessed with your tits and stomach. whenever you wanna take a selfie together she always insists on grabbing your boobs for the photo. on a similar note, she loves to flaunt you by always making the pictures of you together slightly suggestive. she'll make you pose on her lap, lick your cheek instead of kiss it (think that one heated rivalry photo), post a pic of you dozing in her bed undressed but with your back to the camera.

top!kara who is not above begging you to let her touch you no matter what you're doing, how busy you are, etc. she gets a little bit whiny if you absolutely won't let her right that second. sometimes she gets handsy anyway, but that’s a different story.

top!kara who works off steam after a long day by coming home and fucking you stupid. sometimes she won't even bother with a greeting, just crashes your mouths together the moment she gets through the door and immediately starts fumbling to get your clothes off. she's particularly rough when she's irritated

top!kara who's a little bit into inflicting pain. esp involving heat. wax play is a favorite of hers, but she also likes to stretch your cunt out with a strap that's a little too big, put in a finger more than you can usually handle. but she'll always stop if you really need her to.

top!kara who casually manhandles you. she'll pick you up and toss you around like nothing for no reason and only makes fun of you when you protest because realistically what are you doing about it. this is something she often does when you're not giving her attention and she wants to fuck so shell just put you where she wants you.

top!kara who's kindaaa into public sex and doesn't care whether people can tell or not. she'll leave you with your hair all messed up and bruises all over your neck. may or may not give your panties back. she especially likes to do it when you have makeup on. she loves to fuck it up and get your lipstick everywhere and pretend that it wasn't on purpose

top!kara who isn't overtly possessive of you in public because she could obviously wipe the floor with anyone who tried anything with you. don't let her think you might be reciprocating though because she will be quick to take you to the bathroom

top!kara who's such a big fat tease it makes you crazy. shell edge you till you cry and then make you come till you cry again. she likes when you need her for your pleasure. expect a little bit of degrading too

top!kara who swallows every drop when you come in her mouth, praises how good you taste, and tells you how sexy you are when you finish down her throat. for this reason she makes you sit on her face at least once a week and it's also really hard to actually suffocate her sooo yes absolutely crush her

top!kara who likes casual sex/sexual activities- not necessarily no-feelings casual sex, but more like sex doesn't always have to be this big romantic event. if you're both just hanging out and she notices you're feeling tense, needy, etc, shell offer to let you ride her thigh or rub you through your clothes for a few just so you can get one off.

top!kara who is also into breath play because of course. her breath is freezing and she loves to watch your nipples get hard before she sucks them. also thinks it's cute when she blows over your clit before giving you head and you get all jumpy and whiny

top!kara who loves messy sex. you don't think you've ever had a closed-mouth kiss with her in your whole relationship, but especially not during foreplay. she rarely lets you up after just one or two orgasms because she wants to make you squirt and get it all over her or the bed (or whatever's the nearest available surface, because kara does not care where). she purposely leaves lots of spit on your thighs when she eats you out, and all over your tits when she's licking and sucking them. she wants you to look thoroughly debauched when she's finished with you

top!kara who wants you to get loud, and who likes loud sex in general. she never lets you cover your mouth or bury your face into a pillow. she loves to strap you and listen to her hips smack into you, how your voice gets pitchy and breathy when you come, or the sounds of your cunt squelching when you get close.

top!kara who, a lot of the time, just loves to lay back and watch you use her to get yourself off. whether you're on her lap riding her strap, her fingers, or rubbing your pussy against hers like a puppy in heat. she thinks it's sweet, watching how needy you get sometimes, and desperate for pleasure whether she's giving it to you herself or not.

༒ DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA ༒

top!diana who, even though she will bottom, prefers to top because she can and will get off just by pleasing you. she's a major service top

top!diana who does love to tease at times, but always winds up giving you what you want.

top!diana who uses her strength to her advantage. she's never overly rough, but she loves to pick you up, pin you down, watch you squirm and whine while she lavishes your body with all the attention she wants until you're a shaking mess.

top!diana who isn't rough, but once she gets started, doesn't always easily let you stop her. if you're too squirmy, she's quick to tighten her grip on you. too noisy and she'll either stop until you promise to quiet down, or give you something else to do with your mouth-gag you, put her fingers down your throat. not that she even minds the noise, really- she loves hearing that she's pleasing you, but she likes to exert a little bit of control.

top!diana who is obviously into bondage. she won't use her actual lasso, naturally, because she doesn't want to actually injure you, but will buy softer, bedroom-specific alternatives at shops to imitate it, because there's no way she hasn't thought about that at least once

top!diana who gets so caught up in pleasing you that she very frequently overstimulates you without realizing. fingers you or/ and eats you out for like two hours straight and doesn't realize until you're in tears and shaking like a leaf. always covers you in kisses and apologies after, but she secretly loves it.

top!diana who will use toys if you like them, but much prefers to use her hands or mouth so she can feel you in your entirety.

top!diana who, for your first time together, makes you tell her everything you usually like so she knows just how to make you feel good. in immense detail. she kind of likes watching you get flustered.

top!diana who makes you masturbate in front of her so she knows exactly what you mean, and she still makes you talk and explain the whole time. she gets incredibly aroused watching you play with yourself, wet and whiny and struggling to speak, before she gives in and takes over.

top!diana who has never been a fan of sex positions where she can't see your face. besides the fact that it feels weirdly dehumanizing to her, she also wants to see every flicker of pleasure on your face while she pleases you, and she likes to kiss a lot during sex.

top!diana who spends 99% of foreplay kissing. everywhere. your lips, mainly, because she loves the way you taste and to watch them get redder and more swollen. she loves when you're panting by the time she pulls away, and when she notices your lips connected to hers by a string of saliva.

She was probably more surprised than she should’ve been that you won, but she didn’t get to congratulate you or anything, seeing as immediately after putting down the last shot glass you collapsed to the floor, too wasted to walk. Not that she was going to, anyway. She had more than half a mind to scold you, getting so wasted in a bar like this with people like this, but you were so inebriated that she knew nothing she said to you right now would stick. As she hauled you in a bridal carry out of the bar, you were all mindless giggles and nonsensical ramblings, your limbs like jelly in her arms and your eyes only half open. It was almost funny, except Sevika didn’t like you being that drunk around strangers. So she walked home, brought you inside, and lowered you onto the bed so you could sleep it off. You flopped onto the mattress like a rag doll with this absent ghost of a smile on your face. Drinking usually made you giddy, but you were out cold about two minutes after Sevika set you down. It was both pathetic and cute.

Sevika didn’t normally come to bed early, and it was still early in the night by her standards, so she just stood and watched you for a little bit. You looked so sweet, cheeks rosy from the alcohol and a bit of drool lingering on the corner of those pretty lips. You’d have a bitch of a hangover the next morning, though, and even though just looking at you like this, all sleepy and soft and clothes riding up, had a tent forming in the crotch of her pants, she’d hate to wake you. You probably needed to sleep. She tried not to think about it at first; she really did try to distract herself from that annoying heat pooling in her gut. Made sure you were tucked beneath the blankets and went to take care of mundane chores. Polished her prosthetic arm. Polished it again before giving up and going back to the bedroom where you were still asleep, because ignoring it had just made it that much worse.

Fuck. She really would hate to wake you.

So she decided she wouldn’t.

She didn’t have to, after all. This wasn’t something she really needed you awake for. She just- she wouldn’t do too much. Just touch you a little, get rid of some of her pent-up tension before she joined you in bed. You’d never notice. You wouldn’t mind. And you were just so beautiful. She couldn’t possibly be expected to just leave you alone, especially now when you were all hazy and sleepy and wouldn’t say anything.

Sevika wouldn’t be too rough. She’d just take what she needed and that would be all. Just for a little while.

She started with getting those blankets off of you, and was pleased when you weren’t disturbed. You were sprawled out onto your side, arm resting underneath your head and legs bent towards your chest, so Sevika had to ease you onto your back instead. A strong hand hooked beneath your legs, turning them gently towards her, and the corner of her mouth turned up in a smile at how easily she was able to move you. Your legs fell out nicely in front of her, and shifting you until you were fully on your back was simple after that. You barely stirred save for the softest, sleepy whimper and your brows knitting together as you adjusted to the new position. So oblivious. So soft. She let a calloused fingertip trace affectionately over your rosy cheek, watching your lashes flutter, before refocusing on the task at hand.

Getting your clothes off proved to be a little more challenging- you were in a skirt, so she didn’t have to waste time fumbling with a fly or buttons, but she wanted your shirt off- low-cut and fitted and driving her crazy. Carefully, she brought her hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly began rolling it up, but a soft whine brought her attention to your half-lidded eyes, bleary from sleep and glassy from the alcohol. She cursed under her breath, but one look at you and it was clear you were in no state to say anything about what she was doing.

“Shh, sweet girl,” she murmured in a soft voice, trying to soothe you back to sleep. She pressed a slow kiss to your cheek. “Just cleaning you up, okay?” The lie slipped out like nothing, and you didn’t question it, letting her slip your top over your head and slurring an “M’kay” before you were passed out again. It was sweet how trusting you were, but you were also very drunk- whatever the case, just as long as you didn’t wake up.

There was no bra to fumble with this time. Sevika slid her hands up your sides, tracing over each rib before they came up to palm at your round breasts. She spent half the time she was with you trying not to stare at them and the other half giving up and toying with them till you got flustered and begged her to stop. But you weren’t protesting now. She played with them for as long as she thought you’d let her, squeezing them and rubbing circles over your nipples while you whined and rubbed your thighs together, eventually bringing her attention down between your legs.

Sevika hiked your short skirt up until it was bunched around your hips, revealing thin cotton panties. Palms pressed against the softness of your thighs as she coaxed them apart. She watched your face for signs of waking before deciding the coast was clear and pulling your underwear down to your knees. The sight of that pretty, pulsing pink hole made teeth sink into Sevika’s lower lip so harshly she nearly drew blood.

“Pretty baby,” she murmured, low and barely audible. “Gonna take such good care of this pretty pussy.”

She made quick work of undoing her pants, tugging both slacks and boxers down in one swift move to free her throbbing length. A low, guttural groan sounded in her throat and she gave herself a few slow, lazy pumps above your sleeping form, exposed and not even knowing it. The urge to just plunge inside and start slamming into you was almost overpowering. But she couldn’t be too rough. She didn’t want to hurt you and wake you. Besides, Sevika wanted you a little wetter first. It wasn’t hard to do- she dampened two fingers with a bit of her own spit and lightly teased your cunt with them until her fingers came away sticky, which she promptly sucked off. She watched your face the whole time, watched as your features knit together and your lips parted in a little mewl. Fuck, you were killing her with those tiny sounds. She was so tempted to throw caution to the wind and make you scream, but Sevika wasn’t that mean.

She settled further in between your legs, grasping her aching cock that was already dripping from the tip. Reminding herself to be gentle, she positioned herself at your waiting entrance before finally letting herself thrust into you.

Fucking god, you were tight. Sevika couldn’t stop the strained sound of relief that escaped her as she sunk into you, inch by inch, until she was buried to the hilt into your dripping heat. She had to let herself adjust for a minute, just because she knew if she didn’t she wouldn’t last a damn second. And you were so good, so pliant, with your thighs clenching and whimpering the deeper she pushed inside of you. Such lovely reactions, even in sleep. And you didn’t have a clue, just lying here letting yourself be used all Sevika wanted. Probably thought you were having a wet dream. The way your walls squeezed around her threatened to make her finish right then and there, but she was determined to drag this out while you were so out of it. You just gave so nicely for her. Like you were made for this. The way you fluttered around her was almost too much, and the sounds you were making as she began a slow, smooth rhythm with her hips were absolutely maddening.

“That’s it,” Sevika rasped, still low enough not to wake you. She moaned low and couldn’t help picking up the pace just a little. You felt so fucking incredible. Her perfect, sleepy baby. She wasn’t going to be able to hold herself back for long. And then you gave a little mewl and your hips rolled forward into hers, unconsciously chasing the feeling, and she almost cooed. “That’s it, honey. Take me so nice. So good, letting me use you like this..”

Her hips gave one last spasm, and then came inside of your stretched hole with a deep groan and flooded you with a hot rush of her cum, and then she kept fucking into you until she had forced every drop into that pretty hole, until you were spilling around her cock, and only then did she finally pull out with a groan and a soft squelch.

The sight that greeted Sevika when her vision cleared up was absolutely filthy: you, sprawled out and flushed, red handprint marks pressed into both sides of your waist and your swollen pussy leaking drops of her cum. You looked utterly debauched, utterly used, and somehow still sleeping just like she wanted. Her good, beautiful, perfect girl.