I Would Sell My Firstborn For More Edira

i would sell my firstborn for more Edira 😍

A/N: So glad you enjoy her o(*￣▽￣*)o ! I got this lil snippet idea out of thin air so I hope it suffices that dom lady craving. Also, unfortunately I'll likely be a bit slow about answering requests until I get out of this funk of neverending procrastination and lack of motivation.

Anniversary-- -----------------------------------------------

(OC) Edira X Gn! Reader

CW: Borderline NSFT, power imbalance, manipulation, blackmail, forced relationship

Kisses. Soft teeth, smudged lipstick on skin, and the ticklish trails of cold fingers up and down your chest. Stained lips trailed from your ear to your jaw, sending electric shivers down your spine. The hairs on your neck stood on end every time her hot breath made contact– the warm, humidity of her mouth scraping over your sensitive nerves. She didn't speak much, only occasionally making light of how so easily you were embarrassing yourself, how simple it was to tease you with a little touch after the wine you both shared during dinner. Your anniversary dinner, to be in fact. 

"I'm not one for extravagant celebrations," Edira told you beforehand. "But, since you've been so well-behaved… well, there may be a small reward awaiting you."

It had been a year since you were manipulated into her schemes of being her pretend spouse, but only 7 months since you officially became her real, blackmailed lover. Instead of fake make-out sessions and lies on your sex life, Edira made sure to indulge in each fabrication to the point where it was no longer fiction. She had you wrapped around her finger so tightly with the domineering threat of destroying your life. At first, you completely believed she lacked the hesitation to make the rest of your days miserable if you dared to defy her. But since that initial judgment, this past year has… mildly, altered your opinion. You don't doubt that she would make you pay dearly if you decided to leave, but now… an inkling of you believes that she might truly, irreversibly be attached to you.  

From the way her touch began to linger, how her possessiveness grew over the months of affection, her vulnerability becoming more present-- it was an interesting sight to see. If you had left her now, you knew she'd feel betrayed, rather than angry. However, such an emotion could do far more damage than you could imagine. 

"Edira," you griped, the merlot still working its magic and making you a hazy disaster. 

Edira groaned into your skin. With the cusp of her fingertips she turned your face towards hers. "Yes, my little pet…"

"You're making me all dirty." You mumbled, smudging the prints of red lipstick that were prevalent on your chest and stomach. 

She rubbed your cheek, spreading what you can only imagine being more of her lipstick marks. "It's not dirt, it's my affection."

"You know what I mean," you grin, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. 

Edira laughs at your expense, looking from your lips to your eyes. "Seems like you can't handle your liquor that well, love. What happened to your boast of 'not being a lightweight'?"

She grins as you lean backward into her touch, her hand forcing your neck down to push your head into her chest. Your clothes were half way unbuttoned and removed, More so then Edira's as she started teasing before you could comprehend what was going on. 

You moaned into her shoulder, fluttering your eyelashes upwards. She slid her hands over your bare chest, looking down at your pitiful, tipsy state. It felt warm, having her hands cover your skin and the buzz of her voice fill your ears. 

You immediately tensed up as her hand came down just to lightly pat your crotch. The wine had made you so unraveled and needy, to the point where any surprise touch left you in a state of high sensitivity. 

"Edira--!" You gripped onto her pencil skirt, leaning upward out of stimulation. Edira caught you in a kiss, her lips hungry for the taste of your mouth. You had been lucky, having her prioritize your pleasure so willingly without making a fuss. But now, it was her turn to have some fun. "T's too much.." you  groan with your lips closed, feeling that hot rush of embarrassment come back as she laughed condescendingly. 

"Awe, too much for you, sweet thing? But you were able to take it so well before…" she gave you a fake pout of sympathy that made frustration rise in your chest, her soft hands unbuttoning your bottoms. "Besides, you acted so eager earlier, so desperate to be touched, I thought you despised me?."

"It's too much now…can't take it, please.." 

You let out an uncharacteristically loud moan at feeling her hand cup the skin of your chest, pushing her thumb in your mouth and against your tongue. 

"You can take it, and you will."

Edira pressed another lipstick-covered smooch to your neck, sucking gently on the skin. 

"But it's our anniversary," you argue with a full mouth, tongue still sliding against her finger. Shutting your eyes, you feel the heat of her breath on your back.

"It's my anniversary too, you know. Don't I deserve to have some fun?"

You knew better than to answer that, instead kicking your feet like a child. 

"Not fair--" you hiccup, letting out another tensed expression as Edira turned your face towards her. Her heavy chest pressed up against your back, leading your inebriated mind to come up with fantasies you knew she'd mock you for. 

"Maybe not. But has it ever been fair?"

Edira parted her mouth, inviting herself to your merlot-flavored tongue and weak lips. She kissed you so slowly, the messiness of her desire making your senses cloud and pulling you to sloppy kisses. 

"You don't get to make big decisions like that on account of being mine, sweet thing." She brushed her knuckle against your cheek,  speaking the condescending pet name and watching your helpless eyes. 

 But don't fret we're celebrating," She grinned, giving that sadistic, fear-inducing smile-- the one she always gave when she had something in store.

" Happy anniversary, darling."

Naw, but reader asking to try Ning's pipe would be so cute.

🥺😩😫

warnings : sfw because i cant creatively think of smth more ex/plicit right now, but it is written kinda suggestively so do take caution ; also clothed or not is unspecified have fun friends

++ obvious smoking warning & not proofread

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 || 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭

you’re breathless by this point, cold sweat running down the edges of your face whilst the only air filling your lungs was the short breaths of her secondhand smoke. she held that prized possession even through the most passionate of moments, or the most dire of nights; it was as if whenever you found yourself sitting right atop her lap, the oxygen in the room was replaced with a poison meant to suffocate you.

but such grey smoke always looked so pretty between her lips, unfortunately so. you couldn’t help but stare upon countless of nights—so much that it was like a toxin so addictive that you would willingly choke just to breathe in her beauty.

and perhaps, she was of the same mind.

it was only when she leaned up—bare top of her shoulders glimmering under these dim lights—that you stared down so mesmerized at her movements. she looked hazy yet ravishingly golden amidst this smoke-filled atmosphere; if you weren’t already gasping for salvation before, then surely, now, you were drowning in the ocean of her domination.

one of her hands traced up to your neck, settling right there as if her palm alone had control of your whole body ( and maybe, it did ). her thumb poked up. it rested right under your jaw, propping you head up so you’d have to look down just to see her. she was studying your face so intently that you could take a million guesses and still come short of an answer.

but she was the tianqian, ningguang—even a stare felt golden from a golden women. had you not been lightheaded from these pale lilac fumes, then perhaps you would’ve felt more intimated.

her other hand inched up your arm—you shivered unwillingly. it felt cold. the wood from her pipe—it felt so cold it was almost metal. “you’ve been staring at it for hours,” she comments through muttered hushes.

her fingers slowly twirled the pipe like it was nothing, all before she slowly placed the end right in front of your face. you parted your lips like a sinner; all so easily as a pet dog under command of her.

“why don’t you have a taste?”

her lipstick stains still laid atop the surface, staining your own tired and bruise lips with more of her color.

she parted her lips only slightly as she stared you down and visibly breathed in—she was guiding you, awh, how sweet. you inhaled alone with her, feeling the taste of his smoke filling the cavern of your mouth. it spread until you felt it at the edge of your throat, and then—

she laughed as your body jerked back, choking into a fit of dry coughs.

it was almost insulting; she laughed like you were a child that could not handle such adult practices like her own. belittling, practically. your face burned in embarrassment as your throat continued to gasp, the air quality of the room only making the irritation in your eyes and dryness in your lungs even worse.

“so cute,” she mused aloud without caution. you felt humiliated, yet butterflies soared in your stomach all the same. she pulled you back only closer, breathing in an impressive amount of smoke into her mouth and diving to kiss you, parting your lips so forcibly to blow her poison between your lips.

you gasped just to keep up—she was a quick woman, and you were only her lapdog. “don’t you worry,” she smiled through lidded eyes. the mischief in her red hues were more than evident. “i’ll get you used it.”

Y/N: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Natasha, used to Y/N being like this: Sure... Y/N: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Natasha: Okay? Y/N: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Natasha: Y/N: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Natasha: Jesus, that one is a little- Wanda, interested: No, no, Y/N, keep going.

Clarisse x Reader - This is a Life

Clarisse x gn! reader

Reader is from the Aphrodite cabin, but only for the plot!

An- Around 3.3k words, sorry it took so long to get out! Hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know if I should write something that kind of does more of a deep dive into this, because I feel like something is missing or something

Warnings- Weapons, fake dating, blood at one point, affection, petnames, guy named Andrew (apologies to any one named Andrew), Aphrodite is a pretty okay mom in this. Pls tell me if I missed anything!

Everybody in camp recognized you as the favored child of Aphrodite. People looked twice when you walked by, flowers bloomed in your direction, and mirrors wished they could reflect you.

Clarisse is the favored daughter of her dad, Ares. People feared her, flowers looked away as she passed, and only a select few could stand to be close to her.

But even those who were close kept a great distance.

That was what was similar between the favorite Aphrodite kid and the favorite Ares daughter.

But even that was comparable, for she was a daughter, and a daughter could never compare to a son in her fathers eyes, whilst your mother seems to love you unconditionally.

You and Clarisse weren't close by any means, but you had always caught each other's attention on some level.

For you, it was how she sparred. Muscles flexing, covered in sweat, and a wild and free grin spread across across. You could find beauty in her that was no wheres else in the camp.

For her, it was the way you held yourself and how you were with young campers. Your slight confidence, the care you have for each camper, and the way you treat others. It was admirable, considering the way that Clarisse was probably the opposite of you.

“-risse, Clarisse, Clarisse!” Clarisse brook out of the slight stupor she was in and looked across the table where her sibling was calling her name and waving his hand around. “Oh, thank the gods. I about almost called over an Apollo kid to check on you.” She rolled her eyes as he laughed a bit.

They were in the dining hall, for it was lunch. Her plate was still quit full as she looked down at it. She was hungry, but she felt as if there was something preventing her from eating.

“Hey, would you look at that.” Her brother was looking past, his eyes holding questions. She turned her head to look over her shoulder and scoffed. There you were, holding your tray and standing talking to Percy Jackson, who was sitting alone at his Poseidon camp table.

That Capture the flag game happened a while ago now, but it was still upsetting how many people still like that kid, even after what he did, although it makes sense with all of the things he has done.

Her grip on her fork tightened, and she glared hard in your direction. Her brother snorted. “You really like them, huh?” She whipped her head back to look at him.

“What? Who?” She softened just slightly after he said your name. “Where did you get that idea?”

“The way you two look at each other. There's a rumor going around that you two are secretly dating each other, but we all know that you would never.”

“Never what?”

“Date anyone. Especially them.” She scoffed again.

“What do you mean?”

“You're not… an emotional person. Everyone knows you couldn't even make a relationship actually work.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Fine then.” She slammed her hands against the table and got up, making her way over to you. Percy noticed her first and scrambled to sit up straighter and to not smile. You raised your eyebrow at him, but he nodded his head in Clarisse’s direction and you laughed a little.

“Hey Claris-” you lifted one of your hands up to wave, but once she was close enough she took that hand in hers and then wrapped her other arm around your waist, pulling you towards her in a kiss.

The whole camp seemed to go quiet, and while it wasn't the most emotional kiss, Clarisse was very passionate in how she was kissing you, it was overwhelming to say the least. Your tray dropped, spilling food all over the ground and making a loud crash. Your hand found its way to the back of her neck and you gently tugged on her curls and twirled some of the baby hairs at her nape around your fingers. She broke off the kiss, looking you right in your eyes as you were flustered and tried to reclaim your breath.

“Um, what the-'' Percy began, but before anything else was said Clarisse tugged on your hand and ran towards the forest with you.

“Clarisse, what was that a-”

“Date me.” She blurted out the words before her mind could tell her to not to.

“What- this is super out of the blue, even for you Clarisse!” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“We can fake dates then. Just for a few months or so.”

“How is that even relevant?!?!”

“If we fake date, then none of it will be real. And then, I get to prove something, and you…well,  I can make sure people dont bother you.” You narrowed your eyes at her.

“But why?” Clarrise sighed deeply and your eyebrows furrowed more.

“Look, people already think we are dating, my sibling thinks I could never be in a relationship, and I don't hate you. Much.” She then looked you up and down in a way that almost made you wish that you were invisible.

“Now, how well can you act?”

The shock of the century happened at camp Half Blood the next morning at breakfast when Clarrise showed up with you attached to her arm. Jaws were on the floor and every table was turned towards your direction.

Clarisse had a proud smirk on her face as she survived the dining hall. Some part of you also felt weirdly proud as well, as if having your arm intertwined with hers was the reason you were at this camp anyway.

She moved you in the direction of the Ares table, an arrangement the two of you had settled on while setting up rules and guidelines. You would sit with her at her table, at least come to most of her training sessions and sit next to her at the bonfires. She would visit the strawberry fields and lake with you, join the craft classes you have with young campers, and on occasions, she would allow you to place a kiss on her while wearing lipstick or lip gloss, making sure to leave a mark.

You both also agreed on minimal kissing, which was a shame since she was a good kisser. Any other types of touches were pretty much guaranteed if the two of you were near each other.

“Goodmorning.” Clarisse greeted the rest of the table, untangling her arm from yours before setting her tray on the table and then sitting down. You did the same, and in an instant, Clarrise wrapped her arm around your waist, situating her hand on your stomach comfortably. You scratched a bit closer to her so your thighs were touching.

A chorus of morning greetings left various peoples mouths and Clarisse hummed a bit. She reached for a bag of apple slices and ripped open the small bag with the help of her teeth. You giggled a bit and nudged her side.

“Honey, that was kind of weird. You know you could've just let go of me, right?” She stared into your eyes mischtifully.

“You lost me at let go.”

It took everything in you to not burst out laughing as a few people around you literally gagged. She winked at you and you grinned at her before the two of you each turned back to your breakfast.

Your chin sat on both of your palms as you sat in the stands right outside of the training grounds, watching as Clarisse took on another camper in a dual. Capture the flag was coming up in about a week, but despite that, many people have come up to you asking if the news that had spread around camp was true.

“Hey, babe, did you see that?” Clarisse was jogging over to you, a smile on her lips. You smiled back at her and once she was close enough moved to stand between your legs, her hands trailed up your thighs lightly before they landed on your waist. You tried your best to ignore the shiver that went through your body.

“I missed it. I’m sorry hun.” You put one of your hands on her shoulder while you fiddled with one of her strands of curls with the other. She let out a breathe, and you could almost swear she was pouting.

She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching your ear. “You're doing good, yeah?” she whispered.

“Yeah.” you whispered back. She moved a little bit back and smirked.

“Good. You keep doin’ that, 'kay sweetheart?” she patted your thigh twice before turning and running back to her training. Your heart skipped one to many times during that interaction.

Please Mother, let me survive this.

The next week and a half went pretty much like that, with you and Clarisse glued to each other's sides for the entirety of the day. She was even somehow able to convince Chiron to put the Aphrodite cabin on the red team.

You were with Clarisse now, getting ready for the capture the flag game. Your armor sat heavily on your shoulders as you did your best to fix all of the straps while following your “girlfriend” and listening to her bark out orders and plans.

Some of your siblings were grouped together all complaining about how much stuff they had to do compared to when they were on the blue team, but you knew that some of them were grateful that Clarisse knew that they were capable to do things that the other cabins could do.

Clarisse looked behind her where you were still struggling with your armor. She sighed and moved closer to you. She carefully took your hand in hers and then tighten your straps so that way it was secure. You watch her face the whole time, finding the way she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration to be quite cute.

“There. You ready to do this?” She looked up, pausing when her eyes met your. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before your eyes flickered to the ground, or at least any wear that wasn't her face.

“Yeah, I am. What did you want me to do again?” She huffed out a laugh and then moved past you.

“All you need to do sweetheart is to follow me.”

Even though you were out of breath, you continued to follow your fake girlfriends footsteps.

Well, it wasn't like you had much of a choice with how tightly she was holding your hand and tugging you along paths.

Out of nowhere, a group of people from the blue team jumped out of the trees and began to attack. Clarisse let go of your hand and brought out her spear, running forward and taking on two people at once.

You took out your provided sword and prayed that your trainings with Clarisse would pay off. Your sword clashed with the sword of a boy from the Hermes cabin, and you recognized him as a guy named Andrew, someone who used to follow you around and flirt with you before you and Clarisse became a temporary item.

“I’ve been wondering if I could even get you alone.” Andrew backed you away from the rest of the group and more into the trees.

“I have a girlfriend, Andrew.” You made sure your voice was stable and hard. You hoped you could get your point across to him, but this is the guy who couldn't take a hint from you before, so it was evident that he wasn't going to start now.

“Come on, everyone knows that you like me. We can tell that Clarisse pressured you into the relationship. The two of you weren't meant to be.” You tripped over a root, sending you falling, hitting the ground hard and hurting your back in the process.

“Me and you were meant to be together. Couldn't you see that I was flirting with you? ‘Cause I could see that you returned the feelings with how you flirted with me.” Your eyes flickered for any type of escape from his anger and jealousy, but there was no safe way out with how he was practically sitting on your stomach. It made you sick with how close his face was to yours.

“Well,” you carefully moved your hand to twirl a longer strand of his hair between your fingers. It was straight, especially compared to Clarisse’s. You tried to ignore how wrong this felt, and you tried to push away the urge to gag. If using the charm you had gotten from your mother would get you out of this, then so be it. “I had no idea you felt like that, sweety. What can I do to make it up to you?”

Charmspeak wasn't against the rules. After all, this was the gift that was given to you from your godly parents.

You watched as his eyes followed your hand as you began to softly caress his face.

This has to be one of the most disgusting things you have ever done.

“So you do like me! I knew th-” Andrew stopped his sentence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he flopped off of you to the side. You jumped up, finding yourself in front of your savior.

“Clarisse! You knocked him out! Is that even aloud?!” Clarisse laughed and poked Andrew with the none sharp end of her spear.

“He deserved it. Easiest decision of my li…” you stopped trying to wipe off all of the dirt that had resided on your clothes to raise your eyebrow at her Clarisse.

She was staring at you, her mouth slightly open and an almost entranced look in her eyes.

Was there dirt on your face? Did you somehow use your charmspeak on her?

“Um, Clarisse, maybe we should-'' Before you could finish your sentence, Clarisse had brought her left hand up and gently slid her thumb over your cheek bone.

You guessed that you had gotten a small cut there, and from the small flash of red that appeared and her thumb, you guessed that you were right. She moved it away a bit, and then she pushed back a strand of hair that had begun to obstruct your vision. She kept her hand there then, and you brought up your hand to touch her wrist, a grounding move for you were starting to feel light headed. You stared into eachothers eyes, and what broke you apart was the flinching sound of the games ending conch shell horn.

The blue team had won, another year in a row.

Clarisse sighed and ended the contact, moving away and bending down to pick up your discarded sword. She put it in your hands.

“You weren’t too bad out there. And, you, huh, you looked, um pretty good too.” She nodded, cleared her throat and turned away from you, heading back down the trail, but not before using her foot to push Andrew out of the way more.

For some reason, that was the moment you finally realized how in love you were with your fake girlfriend.

That night, your mother appeared in your dreams for the first time. Sitting on the wood pierre that was feet above the water, with moon light reflected off the liquid, Aphrodite appeared in front of you. With curly brown hair and brown eyes, and that tanned skin that you could swear you had begun to memorize, your mom looked different from what you expected.

“I appear as what you are attracted to,” Aphrodite nudged your shoulder from where she sat beside you. She seemed to respond to what you were thinking. “For you, that's that girlfriend of yours.”

“Fake girlfriend. We aren't really dating.” Aphrodite laughed in a way that made your heart beat a bit faster. That laugh belonged to someone who now had your heart.

“Could… could you switch to look like someone else? This is kind of unnerving to me.” She laughed again and shook her head.

“I can't be here for long, my child.” She change the subject.

“Then why are you here?”

“You're in love somehow. I know that you probably wouldn't tell her without some sort of push.”

You stared at her. She was practically glowing, the sear fabric that was draped on her body floating.

“Hearts aren't meant to hurt, hunny. If you distance yourself, or try to break away from her and move on, then two hearts will get hurt.”

Silence fell over the two of you, just for a moment.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Am I… am I really your favorite? I mean, other people say that, but you've never given me a gift, and I haven't been on a quest, and this is the first time I've even met you. I just-”

“There are many of you, and I have love for each of you and your siblings. But yes, it could be said that I am very proud of you, and what you have accomplished.” Tears started to fill your eyes, though you weren't sure exactly why you were crying.

“Goodbye, my dear.” She softly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

And with that, your mother was gone once again.

Tears were running down your face once you woke up.

You moved off your blankets and got up moving towards the cabin's front doors. It was almost pitch black, and it was easy to tell that it was still night. Maybe just sitting out on the porch and thinking would do you some good.

But right when you were a few steps away, the door started to crack open.

Your mind jumped to many conclusions, like there was a ghost or one of your siblings had stayed out late with their partner. Then you caught sight of the hand that was pushing on the wood.

It was the same hand that has intertwined with yours, the same hand that had held onto your body all week. The same hand that you had seen wielding a sword for years.

“Clarisse?” The door stopped opening, and then Clarisse poked her head through the opening.

She whispered your name back, and you took note about how this was the most sheepish you had ever witnessed her to be. She backed up, and you went out of your cabin to join her.

“Hey.” she whispered.

“Hi.” you whispered back. “What's wrong?” You could swear that her hand twitched in the slightest, like she was about to reach out and hold yours but thought better.

“I, um, had a nightmare. You were the only place I could think to go to. It’s fine now though, so you should go back inside and get your beauty sleep.” She turned away from you, starting to go down the steps back to her cabin.

“Do you like me?” She stood still on the second step down. You walked towards her slowly, and you started to wish you had brought a blanket out with you. The night chill was starting to get to you, and you were starting to wish that you had that type of safe feeling.

“My, um, my mother visited my dreams tonight. And we talked, and I know that we havent really been dating, but i kike you Clarisse, and I kind of hoped, only if you want, if we could kind of be offic-”

A pair of lips crashed into yours before anything else happened. The passion from the first kiss that the two of you had shared was there still, but this time something felt so much more real.

You felt so many emotions, and so did Clarisse, and you knew that she was trying to convey them all to you like this.

Both of her hands were on your face, each one gently holding your cheeks so you could stay in place. Your hands were on her wrists, but you moved them to the back of her neck where you gently tugged on her curls. You smiled into the kiss.

Her hair would always be your favorite.

Clarisse pulled away from the kiss, and laughed when she saw your eyes were still closed. You glared at her a little, but your smile was still present on your face.

“I do.” Clarisse said. You hummed and tilted your head in confusion. Clarisse laughed again a bit.

“I do like you.” Somehow your smile got even bigger.

“So we can kiss anytime now?”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

Imagine if bunny suit reader gets all lovey dovey and clingy when she’s overstimulated, so when it’s Robin’s turn she just embrace her and gives her so much affection

Robin always struck me as the soft sex type, (like girly is the best at soft sensual sex and you cannot convince me otherwise) so she’d be perfect for us whilst we’re in this overstimulated state. If it were any of the rougher women, we’d lowkey pass out from the onslaught. Like Robin softly thrusting into us and giving us kisses and praises and we’d just eat that shit up and become even more lovey dovey and clingy to her

Despite the fact Robin lost and is last, it feels like she’s won in a way. I mean you are all over her asking for more as you kiss her and cling onto her, quite literally we’d wrap our legs around her waist so she doesn’t get too far away from us as she thrusts into us

(Bet the other HSR women are a little jealous at the fact you are so affectionate and desperate for Robin)

AAAAAAA WAIT WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺

nsfw under the cut (men and minors dni)

After dealing with the rough sex of Black Swan, Kafka, Topaz, Himeko and Acheron (yes, all in that order because that’s the order of winner to loser) Robin finally comes up for her turn, and she’s so turned on because she’s been watching you get ruined by all these rougher women…

Imagine she steps up behind you, cock all pink and leaking with precum, but doesn’t just slam herself all the way in. Even if she’s pent up and horny, she still takes her time with you and makes sure you’re comfortable with her before sliding her tip in and rubbing your clit to make you feel better. Robin is so soft too. Gentle, shallow thrusts into your folds as she leans down and litters your neck with…kisses? Oh, how sweet. Since your neck had been all bruised up with hickies from the other girls, Robin is kissing you all better as she massages your thighs since she knows you’re sore from the previous five women.

Robin is just so kind to you! Though you enjoyed being manhandled and roughly used by the other HSR women, something about Robin sparked an attachment with you, leading you to latch onto her and coo for more. The other women watching you in the room have never seen you get so attached, clinging to Robin, begging for more kisses, more attention, it makes them kinda jealous to see…

But Robin isn’t bragging. Robin isn’t smug. She just continues moaning and kissing you sweetly while you take her all the way down to her hips. You’re clawing at her back, urging her to get closer as you want to feel Robin completely against you. Feel her body completely engulf yours as she treats your body as if it were made of porcelain. (Ignoring the fact that this porcelain bunny was manhandled by the other girls just a few minutes ago…)

All in all, Robin is just the most intimate with you when it’s her turn. Though she may have lost the gamble, she definitely won the game because she was the only woman in the room to get you so coddled up to her, that even when you both finished, you clung to her and didn’t want her to leave!

Sweet Robin got to have you for the rest of the night since you were so attached. And on the car ride home, she just continued kissing and praising you, her sweet little bunny girl that she won instead of the money 💕

*y/n walks in covered in blood*

Wanda: *shocked* are you ok!?

Y/n: oh don't worry it's not mine. :)

*Natasha then walks in covered in blood*

*Wanda stares in horror at both girls*

Natasha: oh don't worry it's not mine either. :)

Wanda: THEN WHO'S IS IT?

Natasha and y/n: *awkward silence*

Wanda: guys who's blood is that?

Natasha and y/n: it's not ours.