(MCU) Amenable
June 4th, 2014 16:51![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Amenable
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Darcy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: Fisting. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100, prompt "open".
Darcy’s dizzy, head spinning, lungs burning as she pants and writhes across the sheets. Faint ache in the muscles of her inner thighs where they’re spread so wide, Sif kneeling between them and staring down at Darcy with eyes that seem to glow with hunger.
“You are ready for me?” Sif asks, and Darcy whines because yes she’s ready, and it’s totally unfair to expect her to be able to speak right now. Sucking in a few deep breaths, trying to remember how the hell her voice works, even with Sif’s fingers distractingly brushing against her clit and sending these little shocks of sensation skittering through her.
“So ready,” she manages to gasp, and she sounds hoarse and desperate and that only makes Sif’s eyes flare. “Give it to me, please, come on, I need it.”
Apparently those are the magic words, because Sif growls and her fingers are pushing back inside, and Darcy moans for how good it is. Three fingers, then four, then Sif’s thumb tucked in beside her palm, and the stretch of it feels incredible. Pushing in slow, and Darcy’s eyes begin to roll up as she takes the widest part of Sif’s hand, feeling more open than she ever has before.
And then, fuck, Sif’s whole hand is inside her, and Darcy’s mewling and shivering, pleasure coursing through her, overwhelming her, so damn full. And through it all Sif watches her intently, looking at Darcy like she’s everything Sif’s ever wanted, like Darcy is perfection.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Darcy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: Fisting. For
femslash100, prompt "open".Darcy’s dizzy, head spinning, lungs burning as she pants and writhes across the sheets. Faint ache in the muscles of her inner thighs where they’re spread so wide, Sif kneeling between them and staring down at Darcy with eyes that seem to glow with hunger.
“You are ready for me?” Sif asks, and Darcy whines because yes she’s ready, and it’s totally unfair to expect her to be able to speak right now. Sucking in a few deep breaths, trying to remember how the hell her voice works, even with Sif’s fingers distractingly brushing against her clit and sending these little shocks of sensation skittering through her.
“So ready,” she manages to gasp, and she sounds hoarse and desperate and that only makes Sif’s eyes flare. “Give it to me, please, come on, I need it.”
Apparently those are the magic words, because Sif growls and her fingers are pushing back inside, and Darcy moans for how good it is. Three fingers, then four, then Sif’s thumb tucked in beside her palm, and the stretch of it feels incredible. Pushing in slow, and Darcy’s eyes begin to roll up as she takes the widest part of Sif’s hand, feeling more open than she ever has before.
And then, fuck, Sif’s whole hand is inside her, and Darcy’s mewling and shivering, pleasure coursing through her, overwhelming her, so damn full. And through it all Sif watches her intently, looking at Darcy like she’s everything Sif’s ever wanted, like Darcy is perfection.
