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sub art on the brain ... puppy art on the brain ... so sweet and soft for you, just wants to please. nuzzles up to your side after a long day, resting his head on your thigh. you look down and smile.

hi, baby.

hi.

long day?

he nods silently. oh, so it's like that tonight. you smile down at him, run a hand through his soft, blonde locks. you worked so hard today, honey. how about i take care of you a little, yeah? there's no verbal response, but art picks his head up, eyes wide and glassy already. aw, sweet boy. you just need some love tonight.

you kiss him soft and slow, all messy-like. his lips are shiny with spit when you pull away, and he whines in protest. shhh, baby. gonna make you feel good, okay? art nods, blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears. fuck, you're going to ruin him.

c'mere, you murmur. art obliges, sitting between your legs, his broad shoulders pressed against your chest. even though he's bigger than you, he feels small in this position. it's one of his favorites. he loves the feeling of being held, being completely surrounded by you. slowly, you dip your hand down under his boxers, cupping his half-hard cock. he lifts his hips so you can slide his underwear down, just under his balls, and you finally get a good look at him. smooth, pink, pretty and flushed. he's already leaking, and he hides his face in his hands bashfully.

none of that, you say softly, batting away his hands. don't hide from me, sweet boy. it doesn't take long for art to get close. he's leaking like a faucet tonight, whimpering and softly whining, hitching his hips up into your hand. normally you'd scold him, but tonight you let him take what he needs. you can tell it's been a long day.

he finally comes when you nip at his jawline, twisting your wrist just so. spilling over your hand, sticky and warm. immediately, his lips part, and he takes your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. good boy, you say, the words nearly punched out of you. when he's done cleaning your fingers off, his eyes flutter closed. that's it, honey. you did so good for me, so sweet and pretty. art falls asleep like that, suckling on your fingers, sweaty and sated.

When my little bro is being annoying, i think i have the best punishment thought out to get him to shut up!

I want to tie him up to one of the trees outside; naked and exposed for everyone in our family home to see. If the neighbors are lucky, they can also catch a glimpse of my little bro‘s handsome body.

Then, I‘ll get the garden hose.

I‘ll point the spray directly at his little tdick until he cries out in pain and pleasure, the pressure of the stream on his cocklet forcing him over the edge over and over. I want him to have cum so many times he‘s not even properly cumming anymore, just weakly twitching and clenching around nothing. I wanna palm my cock through my boxers while he cries and begs for me to stop. The most relief he‘ll get is when i decide to point the stream at his nipples to see them harden from the cold water or at his feet to see him try and jump around like an idiot.

Our whole neighborhood needs to hear how much of a desperate toy my little bro is and how much he adores cumming his brains out for his big bro. I might turn off the water once he‘s incoherent and finally fucking quiet.

I have to make him stay outside for a while longer to dry though - otherwise we‘re just getting the house dirty again.

heavenly . . .

#. summary! — during a week-long girls trip, wanda found herself yearning for you entirely too much. after deciding to take it into her own hands and cutting it short, she found herself unable to resist you.

#. contains! — d/s dynamic, mommy kink, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, dumbification, forced submission, finger sucking, pussy slapping, dry humping, fingering, dacryphilia, praise, aftercare, breast sucking

soft, red strands of hair woke you from your slumber, the silky locks tickling the skin of your cheek as they brushed against it. your eyelashes fluttered and you rubbed at your cloudy eyes, glancing at the digital clock that sat on your bedside table. 2:14 am, the numbers read, and you frowned at the time as best as you could.

you were on your stomach, your face pressed flush against the soft pillows beneath your head. it was a little hard for you to see; with your cheek squished up and your movement restricted, but you were almost certain that the strange pressure you felt on the curve of your back, traveling down to the base of your spine, wasn’t imaginary.

the saccharine, soft, throaty sound of wanda’s voice suddenly filled your ears and concluded your conspiracies, pulling you from your thoughts and causing all of the muscles in your body to loosen; a small gasp escaping your lips.

you breathed deeply, lost in a state of drowsiness, teetering between reality and your subconscious. you weren’t sure if you were dreaming, since you were sure that she wasn’t supposed to be back from her trip yet, but you called out anyway, just in case. “mama?”

wanda smiled at the sound of your voice, a voice she’d missed oh, so much while she was away. “well, mommy would be rather upset if it were anybody else,“ she responded jocularly, breathing a small laugh from her nose. “hello, my sweet little girl. i missed you.”

“mommy!” you exclaimed excitedly once you’d realized you were, in fact, not dreaming. “you’re back so soon!”

it was true, wanda had arrived home three days earlier from her girls trip than she had anticipated, in the principle of missing you dreadfully. although she was in contact with you, checking up on you daily and nightly, making sure you’d eaten and taken care of yourself properly, she couldn’t pry the desperation she felt to be with you, to take care of you, to feel you.

so, with a rather lousy explanation to the fellow girls there that she was feeling rather unwell, and that she should probably head home in case of spreading it, she packed her bags and left for the night. she didn’t arrive home until the early hours of the morning, and by then, the brewing anticipation of seeing you had corrupted her of any sensical resistance.

your attempt to shift in your position was cut rather short when one of wanda’s palms pressed firmly between your shoulders, keeping you pushed down against the mattress. her fingers played with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck, dancing along your skin with delicacy.

“mama…?” you repeated, this time, your voice laced with uncertainty. panic began to rise as the pressure progressively increased, and it was only when you heard wanda groan out that you slowly began to understand what she was doing. she was grinding her sticky pussy into your ass while you slept.

“shh,” wanda whispered, a hand creeping between your unclothed thighs and sliding along the smooth skin there. “quiet, bunny. mommy's just gonna touch you...” she purred slowly, almost innocently, dragging her words and petting your hair with the hand that was idly resting between your shoulders.

you glanced at the clock. it was late, very late, and you squirmed at the thought of how tired you would be when you’d wake up the next morning. the idea of being used by wanda sent a strange, tingly feeling to the pit of your stomach, your head spinning with uncertainty. “mama, please. another night, we can…” you slurred sleepily, but wanda only interrupted.

“so soft… so pretty,” wanda murmured, your pleas falling on deaf ears. she was still stroking your thighs, sighing out in complete infatuation. “mommy’s pretty girl.” she was speaking slowly, sweetly, and it was enough to flip the switch in your mind that turned it off completely.

you wanted to protest. you wanted to tell mommy that you were too tired, that it was too late, and that she could do this another time, but you couldn’t find the words, nor could you speak them, even when your parted lips were moving in feeble attempts to talk. so, you resorted to communicating with your body; squeezing your thighs shut to deprive wanda any further access to you.

wanda sighed at your disobedience, clearly disappointed with your protests, and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. she gripped the backs of your inner thighs with her palms, taking handfuls of them and spreading them apart. she knelt between them, keeping them open, and then raised her hand and slapped your pussy with her palm. she was met with a small squeal, your hips squirming in a feeble attempt to get away.

“stop fighting mommy, you’re being selfish. mama needs this.” wanda soft cooed, green eyes boring holes into the back of your head. you buried your face into the soft, stuffed animal that you slept with, and let out a choked sob in defeat. your body loosened, hips rolling and bucking towards her touches when two fingers begin to rub your slit through your panties. wanda smiled in succession.

“there’s my good girl," she gushed proudly at your submission. "mommy’s sweet, obedient girl. just let mama use you." she cooed, and you find yourself nodding into the stuffed toy, your head so unclear that you brush your fingers against the soft fur to bring yourself back to reality.

wanda’s hips had stopped moving a while ago, but she didn’t seem to mind; too busy awing at the submission that she’d managed to force out of you. your pussy throbbed and pulsated against the fabric of your panties, and she must’ve felt it as she chuckled, her fingers departing from your cunt only to drag a long, muffled whine out of you.

your glassy eyes were squeezed shut, hips rutting against nothing. you were gone, only after just a few minutes, barely able to form a sentence or even think of the right words to say. wanda had dwindled you down into nothing short of an incoherent mess, and she was loving it.

you lifted your face from the stuffed animal and tried to speak, but all that escaped your throat was a gargled moan.

“is there something that you need, bunny?” wanda asked, attentively running the tip of her middle finger along the length of your pussy. you whined at the delicacy of her strokes, your hands reaching backward to grab onto her, any part of her that you could, and this time, she let you. “tell mommy. tell mommy what you need.”

you attempt to gather your thoughts and inhale a shaky breath, your heart beating so fast and so heavily that it felt like it was stuck in your throat. you didn’t need anything, all you wanted was to sleep, to continue this another time, but the surety that wanda’s words held began to force you to second-guess yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in confusion.

“no - don’t want…” you begin, but your thoughts were quickly knocked from your brain when she slapped your cunt once more, the palm of her hand connecting with your puffy clit. “mommy, that hurts!” you hiss, your voice hoarse and broken.

wanda merely dismissed you, pushing you further. “tell me what my little girl needs. you can do it, be a good girl and tell mama.”

you’re sobbing now, overwhelmed with emotions and mixed feelings and as if a broken dam, a flurry of words wash over you, leaving your mouth faster than you can even think. “need you to touch me so, so badly mama! please help, it hurts,” you plead, strings of scattered words flowing from you. your words were true, partly.

wanda huma and strokes your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear. “oh… but i thought you didn’t want mommy to touch you?” she responds sweetly, repressing a smirk. green eyes gawped the way your throat bobbed and your tears soaked the soft plush of the stuffed toy. “i thought you were begging mommy not to? to wait until tomorrow? hm?

you’re feeling so hot, the tips of your ears burning along with your rosy painted cheeks, your hands grabbing all over wanda, anywhere you could reach. it was all too much, and you couldn’t help but wriggle your hips and mewl at the overwhelming feeling.

“n-no! mommy…” you mumble, face scolding with embarrassment. begging wanda for the one thing you didn’t want.

wanda retracts her hand from your hair, tapping her chin in thought. “no? you didn't? but you seemed so sure just a minute ago! what happened to my sweet girl?” she pitied, eyebrows furrowing in feign confusion.

a flood of arousal leaked from your cunt at her words, coating her fingers through the fabric. a small, condescending gasp escaped her lips as she felt it, and as soon as you tried to bury your face away again, she quickly manoeuvred you so that you were on your back, facing her.

“oh bunny, you’re soaked…” wanda keened, eyes dark and twinkling in awe, pulling your panties to the side to allow herself a better view. “so wet for mommy. even when you don’t wanna be touched.” wanda continued, biting her lip as she stroked a wet thumb over your clit.

you whined, your hips rising to meet her touch. the ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, your clit twitching with every stroke, your tight walls clenching around nothing. wanda’s words were playing tricks on your mind, planting seeds of doubt and smiling as she watched them bloom.

“this is why mommy knows best,” wanda spoke slowly, spreading the wetness from your labia around your swollen bundle of nerves. she never stopped speaking, stopped toying with your head, cocooning you in a blanket of self-doubt and dependance. “little girls like you can’t possibly think for themselves. they let their mommies do it.”

and when she knew she’d finally broken you, when a small, soft whimper fell from your lips along with a meek, “mommy,” she relished.

“mommy’s here, it’s okay, bunny.” wanda purred, pulling you forward into her chest. “i bet you're all hot and sticky down there, hm? need my help?” she asked, voice honeyed and sweet and sickly, coating your mind in a sticky dew.

you nod desperately, your hips bucking into the pad of wanda’s finger that was resting idly on your twitching clit. you gulped, lost in fixation, your eyes feasting upon every inch of her face. the lines beside her eyes when she smiled, her pink lips, her rosy cheeks. the soft, red hair that defined her porcelain face which smelt of strawberries that draped over her shoulders.

wanda bit her lip in thought, pausing for a moment. a few beats of silence passed, only your soft pants and the sticky sound of wanda’s fingers spreading your own wetness onto your clit to be heard in the shadows of your room. she brought her fingers to your mouth and tapped your lips gently a few times.

“open up. mama wants you to suck her fingers before she forces them into your pretty pussy.” she instructed, and your cheeks flushed at her dirty words. you instantly obeyed, despite how filthy — how wrong, nodding dumbly and taking svelte fingers into your mouth, feeling how they rested heavily on your tongue.

you stared into the older woman’s eyes with your own, your tongue swirling around her now-sodden digits eagerly. she groaned at the feeling, her bottom teeth displaying themselves when her jaw jutted out in arousal. you whimpered when her fingers were eventually released from between your swollen lips, and in one swift movement, slid seamlessly into your soaked pussy.

you choked on a gasp at the feeling of finally being filled up by her, your eyes squeezing shut and your hands reaching over her shoulders to clutch at the soft, red hair that cascaded down her back, squeezing at the silky hair gently. “oh! mama,” you squeal, shuddering as you feel her fingers begin to pump in and out of you.

in the time wanda was away, she’d set a rule that you weren’t to touch yourself in the time that she was gone, and to wait until she was back to do so. she was absent for almost an entire week, and the deprivation of any stimulation only heightened your senses, so much that it sent you flying into the deepest headspace.

wanda purred, “i know, baby. mommy knows. it feels so good, doesn’t it?” she doesn’t expect a response, but when you nod your head slightly, glazed eyes staring up at her, she hums pleasantly. “yeah? you feel all nice and full, full of mommy?” she spoke, softly caressing your cheek with her knuckles.

“so full, mommy…” you mumble, and although she could barely hear it, wanda paused in deep thought. she curled her fingers when they dipped inside you, the tips of them brushing against your g-spot.

“one day…” she began, pausing as if lost in contemplation, the corners of her lips turning upward into a smirk. “it’ll be mommy’s cock.” she declared, pushing a second finger inside, forcing you to see stars. “how do you feel about that, my angel?”

you shiver, the coil in your belly tightening at the explicit sound of her words. they wrapped around your head like a spell, entering your ears and travelling down to the pit of your stomach, a trickle of arousal leaking from your pussy. wanda groaned, the knuckles of her fingers hitting your puffy folds each time she expertly thrusted them inside.

“god, you’re taking me so well, baby. mommy’s good girl, my special princess.” she praised, and you happily basked in her words of encouragement. “i bet you feel so full, huh?”

you could only slur out half of an incoherent sentence in response. it was all so much, enough to make your head swim and pool and spin.

“hm… i wonder if my sweet little girl could take another,” she debated aloud, before redirecting her attention to you. “do you think you can be a good girl and take one more for mommy?” she smiled, pawing at your slit with a third finger anyway as her thumb reached up to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

you moaned at the feeling and shook your head in protest. it was all happening so fast, and you were still so sensitive, and the thought of taking any more was entirely too much for you right now.

but the redhead persevered regardless, wiping away a strand of sweaty hair that clung to your forehead. “you can take it, i know you can.” she said. "let’s stretch you out, hm? nice and full for mommy..."

“mama, no… can’t take it, n-no thank you.” you interrupted, pleading again in feeble protest, grabbing weakly at her wrist between your thighs. the tip of wanda’s third finger began to slowly ease inside albeit, the next few words leaving her lips forcing a wave of arousal to leak from your pussy and onto her hand.

“that’s it, princess. big stretch,” she lulled, dragging out the word ‘big’ as she began easing a third inside, meeting the tight walls of your cunt that coated her fingers entirely in slick.

she beamed in pride when you took it with no more than a long cry, burying your face into her shoulder. it was so overwhelming, and you felt so full, and all you wanted to do was cry into mommy’s arms, and so you did. you sobbed, repeating small, muffled “mommy”s as if the title were a mantra, your breath getting caught in your throat with each deep, long stroke. wanda reveled in the sight, breaking you down completely, crumbling your independence, only to piece you back together again.

“that’s it, angel. taking all of my fingers like such a big girl! it’s okay, let it all out for mama,” she purred, kissing the top of your head. she was touching every wall of your pussy, exploring every inch, and with the pressure in your lower stomach rapidly tightening, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. you sniffled, pulling your face away from her shoulder, and looked up at her with wide, glassy eyes.

“m-mommy… feeling really tight—!” you warned, but wanda knew that already; she could feel every tighten of your pussy around her fingers, the twitching of your clit as you convulsed.

“oh, you are? is my princess going to be a big girl and come all over mama’s fingers?” wanda asked innocently. “gonna make them all messy with your cum, honey?”

her words forced a throaty whimper from you, your cunt fluttering and leaking all over her palm. your hips twitched as you waited and waited for wanda’s permission — for an indication of any kind, but there was none.

“mommy, please! don’t think i can hold it!” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut in pure desperation. you were so tight, so close.

wanda kept up her steady pace, curling her fingers inside and stroking your g-spot with each languid thrust as she rubbed circles on your puffy bundle of nerves. with her free hand, suddenly she reached up and tugged at her shirt, pulling down the fabric to reveal supple, creamy breasts; her pink, perky nipples pebbled due to the cold air.

you licked your lips instinctively, and wanda beamed. “mommy wants you to suck on her nipples while you come. can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

you nodded dumbly, and rather eagerly, lightheaded and dizzy and so, so close, immediately latching onto the hardened nipple as soon as she guided your head towards it.

wanda groaned, tugging her lower lip between her teeth. “that’s it, i know you’re so close baby, it’s okay. come for mama, angel, make mommy’s fingers all wet and sticky.” you cupped the soft flesh in your palm, and as you saw wanda strum her neglected nipple with her thumb, it was enough to finally send you over the edge.

you saw stars, your hips jerking as you cried out against her breast, walls tightening around her persistent fingers. she rode you through your orgasm, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you came down before finally parting from you, weaving her fingers through your hair to pull you away from her chest. she kissed your lips and your forehead, your cheeks, and your head, checking you over to see if you were feeling okay.

she gently laid you down on top of her, your cheek pressed to her bare breast, and hers pressed to your head. she rubbed soothing, wide circles on your back, humming a tune as she did so. “mommy really did miss you so much when she was gone, my angel.” wanda smiled, tucking a few baby hairs behind your ear. “i love you very much. you did so well for me tonight, made mommy really proud.” she hummed, kissing your skin softly.

you nestled further into her, if that was possible, smiling pridefully at the praise from Wanda. you kissed her breast, just beside her nipple, and murmured a quick, “i love you, mommy,” before latching on once again, reveling in the feeling of being so close to her.

wanda chuckled through her nose, scratching softly at your scalp as she held your head in place. “mama loves you very much too, princess.” she stated, planting one last kiss on your head.

“m’ really glad you came back early,” you mumbled, half asleep.

wanda nodded. “me too.”

you're at the library with your sub, while he's studying for finals

you can't resist the temptation to tease him. the way his eyebrows scrunch up when he's focused is just too cute

you move your chair a little closer to his and put your hand on his thigh under the table. he looks up from what he's working on, and you give him a reassuring smile.

as he keeps working, you start to trace patterns on his thigh with your nails, watching as he starts to melt under your touch. you trace steadily upwards, noticing his back stiffen when your hand stops right on his bulge. you lean over and drop a kiss right below his ear before whispering

"already half hard for me, and all i've done is touch your thigh?"

the tips of his ears burn red, and he squirms in his seat trying to resist the urge to buck his hips upward

you start to move, grinding his cock on your hand. he lets a whimper slip past his lips, and your movements immediately still

"shh, this is a library, remember? you want people to overhear you making those cute sounds, hmm?"

"n-no mommy, i don't want that"

you grin and slip your hand into his pants, playing with the tip exactly where he likes it

"i think you do. you want everyone to hear you whining and moaning like a dog in heat. why else would you be dripping precum like this?"

right as he opens his mouth to object, you stroke your thumb over the head of his leaking dick, and his words are cut off by a high-pitched moan

"see how good you are at being a whore, just for me? maybe i should make you beg out loud here. i bet you'd get off to that, wouldn't you?"

he can only manage to nod, covering his mouth with his hands. you can see tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. he looks so pretty like this, so good for mommy.

"alright, baby boy. how about you get up and walk to the car for me? don't cover yourself, let everyone see how hard you are."

"b-but"

"no buts! if you can be a good boy and do what i say, you can hump my thigh until you cum! i'll meet you in the car, cutie"

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

kinktober day 003 | IW!wife!wanda x gn!reader

you've always loved writing stories since young, but the tale of you and your wife writes itself, and it ends with a sweet happy-ever-after.

cont. soft sex, established relationship, romance + fluff

word count. 1477

kinktober masterlist || main masterlist

You’ve always had a thing for writing stories.

From the most devastating tragedies of a sapphic couple in medieval times, to the spiciest of female homoerotic tension during a zombie apocalypse, there were no words beyond the coaxing grasp of your vivid intelligence.

Encompassing was what it was, how the words flowed from the edge of your mindwires to the tips of your fingers, spilling onto page after page of literary beauty. You could get lost in it for days on end, spinning that marionette with a poetic dexterity, making her dance to your stories until her legs could take no more.

It was no secret that writing had been an extraordinary talent of yours, that would later take shape in the path of your future career. 

So there you were, sitting at your study desk on a lazy Saturday morning, nimble fingers flying over your keyboard in an intricate dance, each pausable breath, each rush of words that woved into the fabric of your story.

It’s quite picturesque, if you’re being frank; what with freshly brewed coffee in a steaming hot mug that read ‘Pride not Prejudice’ (Yes, there was an overload of rainbows decorating its surface,) and a breathtakingly idyllic view of the morning sky.

Of course, the skyline would never quite compare to the sight of your lady stepping out of the bedroom. The only causation to cease your words.

“Y/N?”

It’s a beautiful calling, tainted with a sleep-dragged croak of the throat. Brown doe eyes slowly blink to meet your gaze, soft feet making tentative contact with smooth marble.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you respond softly, eyes savouring the sight that is your wife in one of your cream Oxford shirts. Wanda's beauty is underlying and unsaid, beyond the boundaries of conventional and beyond your dictionaried words.

Certainly, Wanda has the traits of what define beauty: your shirt on her is partially unbuttoned to tease at a tantalizing cleavage, the hem of the clothing is high enough to show off the expanse of her porcelain legs.

But it's also the way the sunlight falls on Wanda's skin, like she's a descendant of the Gods that crafted the essence of light, like she was made to dance and roam in the beauty of the day.

It's the way the morning glow accidentally highlights her Grecian-sculpted cheekbones, and the way her light-brown freckles casually pop in that light. It's her collarbone scattered with your marks of violet hues, and that fading scar on her right thigh you never fail to kiss.

A sleepy sigh escapes from Wanda’s lips, and she runs a hand through her perfectly dishevelled hair. You don’t have to say anything, only nod your head in the slightest. The rest is second nature: Wanda slides herself into your lap, arms hooking around the back of your neck, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

Perhaps it was second nature, truthfully, because Wanda didn’t need control when she was around you. You were her control, her steadfast pillar, her rising sun. You were a constant in her ever-changing world, always by her side regardless of whatever insurmountable task might be in her way.

You let an imperceptible sigh of content slip through your lips, but you never stop typing for a second. Emotion was difficult for you to convey, paradoxically, considering the amount of feeling you could put into words. In actuality, it was hard for you to laugh carelessly or have an outburst of fury. Your emotion was quiet and unspoken, much like in the present moment.

Wanda, however, seemed to have other plans in mind.

It started off innocent, because you truthfully believed she was just being affectionate and physically in need of human warmth. And maybe it was, as your girlfriend eased into your lap, nuzzling adorably into your comforting scent.

But when Wanda’s hips begin moving unsubtly, breath growing more delicate on to the curve of your neck, you’re sure without a doubt that this is another one of those times Wanda sought a different kind of fulfillment, the kind that lay adjacent to her pretty thighs.

Your hands dance a little faster on the keyboard. Your eyes are still gazing over the top of Wanda’s head, firmly determined to complete this part of the novel you were working on. 

“Y/N…” Wanda says, reverently softly, pressing up into the warmth of your bodily heat. “Mhm?” you hum absent-mindedly, tucking your forearms in a little closer to entrap Wanda in your embrace.

You replace a comma with a fullstop just as Wanda shifts uncomfortably in your lap. Your wife’s legs fall open and slides her centre around the muscle of your right thigh. Something rises in your chest at the sensation of bare centre meeting your warm skin. 

She cranes her pale neck like a swan, pressing her warm mouth against your neck. You shift imperceptibly, switching a three-letter phrase into a subject-verb concord. When Wanda’s tongue pokes out between her ruby lips, when her sharp teeth scrape over the pulse point of your neck, when her curled hair brushes your exposed skin, an uncontrollable shudder runs through your body.

Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. Your spelling is becoming sloppy, almost like there’s a distraction.

Almost in retaliation, you jerk your knee up, the one that had been situated between Wanda’s thighs, and the mewl that leaves her mouth breaks her porcelain-doll composure. Satisfaction pools in your hips.

Words don’t need to be said between the two of you, as a slight shift in the atmosphere of the dining room sets itself. Wanda’s pants become shallower and quicker, the undulation of her hips speeding up, her legs clenching tighter around your thigh.

Your hands are flying over the keyboard now, your fingers twitching with bridled electricity, having need of some alleviation to express your ever-increasing libido. It’s a wonder how your eyes aren’t yet completely glazed over; yet, they’re moving in mechanical function to type, like you’re clinging on to a fragment of sanity. 

Because honestly, remaining sane while your wife let out the most pitiful whines into your ear certainly wasn’t an easy task. 

“Y/N,” Wanda cries, finally, emitting a sound as she clutches onto the soft fabric of your collared shirt. You can see, in your peripheral vision, the way Wanda’s face morphs into an expression of pleasure, the lines in nose-bridge forming a scrunch. 

Wanda is, without a doubt, the most breathtaking woman you’d ever laid your eyes upon. Reverent devotion bleeds from your mindwires and on to the page, staining it a crimson red as she nears her high. 

Your right thigh is moving in sync with each of Wanda’s humps, and she’s chasing that pleasure for all it’s worth: The clenching of your thigh muscles, the harsh jerks of your thigh as she struggles to ride it properly. 

Leaning down, your lips caress the shell of your wife’s ear, and from your mouth flows the words that are the final seal of acquiescence.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Just like that, something snaps inside Wanda, and the edge of your brainwaves fray like an old rope. In that moment, you know your words can take a rest. 

The movement of your fingers come to a halt. There was an unfinished story before you, the plot unfolding but not quite complete. But with Wanda by your side, she writes your story for you, carves the path towards a bittersweet ending. 

She takes the words from the deepest depths of your heart and lets it pour out her mouth, unashamedly, unapologetically, indescribable emotion overflowing from those blossomed lips into her trembling figure, her flushed cheeks.

“Y/N,” Wanda moans, and her sounds raise in pitch when you buck your hips up in a moment of your fractured composure. Her hips grind shamelessly onto the muscle of your thigh, chasing that stimulation.

It’s far from the most intense orgasms you’d brought Wanda to, because she can’t ever reach that level of ecstasy without your prodding fingers or your devil-tongued mouth. Perhaps that’s half of its beauty, though, that the two of you were incomplete without the other.

Wanda curls in your lap as she recovers from her high, enclosed within your forearms and the desk, face buried into your chest to engulf her senses in your scent. There’s sacred solace in the way you tilt your head down to press a fluttering kiss on her neck.

Your word document remains open but unfinished, the coffee in your mug grows cold. Sweet nothings and promised everythings are exchanged between the two of you until the sun has fully risen, hues of amber and gold painting the room.

The only story that mattered was the one before you, the one waiting to be explored.

You’ve had a thing for writing stories since young, and this particular one ends with a happy-ever-after.

this fic is really special to me. i think it's probably some of the best writing i've put out there, so i'd be incredibly grateful if you could give it a reblog ♥

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https://www.tumblr.com/wandasfawn/735718430997725184/guys-send-me-subby-wanda-thoughts-plz-please

hmm subby emo wanda who’s only soft for her bsf 🤔🤔 do what u will w that lol idk

OH ! oh… oh i think this was meant to be sfw but what if i happened to say…

18+ below !

subby!emo!wanda being so naive… so pure n clueless even regardless of her hard exterior and persona she’d put on in front of everybody else… convincing them she’s all tough n experienced in topics which really she has no clue about. trusting you — her best (and only) friend so much that she’s unafraid to ask all the questions she doesn’t have the answers to.

asking you why she wakes up some mornings feeling all achy between her legs, begging you for an answer on how to relieve it and why she can’t. n when you ask her what she dreamt about, feigning inquisitive, she can’t help but slip up and tell you about the wet dream she had — the one about you. she’s speaking with such confidence, big, doe-eyes blinking rapidly as her cheeks flush at the recollection of events while she’s explaining it.

when you order her to spread her legs n move her panties to the side so you can 'see what she means,' covering such corruptive words with; "so i can help," she does so immediately, devoting you so much surety and love that she pridefully exposes her poor puffy, pink folds to you, swallowing thickly at the groan you let out at the sight.

nodding along with utter compliance as you instruct her to bring a hand down and touch herself, letting out a tiny squeak when you rather roughly shove your hand up her shirt to grope at her breasts, pinching her pebbled nipple between two fingers. wrapping a hand around her wrist to guide the pad of her index finger to her clit, feeling her grip tighten around you when she finally applies pressure, hips jerking due to the sensitivity.

"feels so weird…" she’d whine out before quickly being silenced by the palm of your hand, obeying as you instruct her to draw circles around the swollen bud, head limply falling so your foreheads are pressed together. you bask in her tiny, muffled mewls as you corrupt her into rubbing her clit skilfully, smirking cruelly as you further explain to her that if she ever felt hot and sticky like this again, she wasn’t allowed to mimic these actions in the future, only find you for help. she could only nod dumbly at the wicked set of rules put in place, especially after you’d just taught her how to masturbate correctly, squirming at the all-new sensation as she begins to hump her hand, hips chasing the pressure, much to her curiosity.

you grin. “look at you, wands. humping your hand like a fuckin’ dog.” your words only spurring her on to move faster, squeezing her eyes shut as her jaw drops, eyebrows knitted together. “you’d be pretty as my little bitch,” your degrading tone sending her over the edge - taking a mental note to remember that in the future - whimpering as she let go. patting wanda’s inner thigh after she came, pressing kisses to her temple as she thanks you with gratitude for being such a good friend.

whatever would she do without you?

humping mommy wanda’s leg during sleep and making sweet low whining while the bed is all wet

ohhhh god >_<

this reminds me of a draft i once wrote about humping mommy wanda’s leg but never posted….. which i will put below the cut :33

cw: nsfw obvi, ends very very abruptly cause… it’s a draft.. thigh riding, d/s, mommy kink, lotsss of talk about strap :3

“mommy?” you whimper, your head lolling to the side to rest softly on your pillow. you were making soft whining noises and clenching your thighs together, your body squirming with pent-up arousal.

wanda rested beside you, her back leant on the headboard of your bed while she read one of her books. her hand was spread, holding the pages open with her fingers as she turned her head to look at you. she had small wrinkles on her forehead from focusing on the page that quickly dissolved when her eyes met yours, gaze softening instantly.

“what is it, angel?” she said, pressing an index finger to the bridge of her reading glasses to push them up. when you didn’t reply and only looked at her with a trembling lip and foggy eyes, wanda’s expression faltered slightly, molding into one of light concern.

she straightened, picking up her bookmark from her beside table and slipping it between the pages before softly closing her book. she placed it down back onto the surface with her glasses atop of it and patted her lap gently.

“come here, baby. come sit on mama’s thigh.”

you quickly scurried over to her, lowering yourself down onto one of her thighs and whimpering when your clothed cunt pressed against her skin.

wanda hummed in thought and looked at the clock before turning back to you. “it’s so late! what’s a little girl like you doing up at this hour, hm?” she cooed, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

it was late. it was late, and you were so frustrated, and you needed wanda so badly that you took handfuls of her shirt and tugged on her.

“what’s the matter, bunny?” she reiterated, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “come on, tell mommy.”

“need your help,” you all but mewled, jerking your hips and moaning out softly. “i’m feeling so achy… it hurts.”

wanda registers immediately, your words sinking in like quicksand as her palms fell to your hips, rubbing softly at your skin. “oh, bunny, it does?” she feigned innocence, her face adorned in an expression of false concern. “is my little girl all sticky down there, hmm? need mommy to make it better?” she teased.

wanda’s voice was sweet, and she was speaking slowly, and she sounded so maternal that your pussy twitched and your fists tightened around her shirt. your eyes squeezed shut in order to focus on keeping still on her lap, making tiny sounds as you begin to slip slowly into subspace. you nod, your cheeks flushing a deep pink as your eyes begin to glaze over.

“that’s a good girl. just let mommy take care of you, honey.” wanda purred, pulling your panties to the side and brushing your clit with the pad of her thumb. you nearly sobbed at the feeling, your entire body stiffening while you clenched around nothing. wanda paused in thought, piercing her bottom lip with her teeth and running gentle fingers through your sticky pussy lips.

“god, you have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart,” she awed, groaning at the sight of your glistening folds as you practically dripped onto her thigh. you peered up at the older woman, taking her appearance in as much as you could before your brain switched off entirely. long, red locks spilled messily over her shoulders, her teeth slightly clenched in lust as pale green eyes zeroed out on your pussy. ivory skin glimmered in the dim light in which was the lamp on your bedside table, and the apples of her cheeks were prominent and pink.

“i think it would look especially sweet stuffed full of mama’s cock, bunny. don’t you think?” wanda suddenly proposed, rubbing slow, steady circles on your twitching bundle of nerves. “i bet you’d look so cute all stretched out around it, hm?”

wanda’s impromptu, casual mention of wanda’s strapon that lay in her bedside drawers collecting dust sent you into a daze, one that had your head spinning and your mouth dropping open. she knew you were nervous to use it, insisting that it was too big, or you’d be too full, though wanda craved nothing more than to hold down her sweet little girl and force her cock in your hole whether you liked it or not.

the mere idea of it forced your eyebrows to knit together, letting out a long, whiny moan before lolling forward and dropping your head limply onto her shoulder. you buried your face into her neck and wiggled your hips in growing need. wanda merely smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before swiping her tongue along the shell of your ear.

with her gentle arms wrapped around your body; one around the space of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to her, and one rounding your hips, she purred slowly - softly, enveloping you entirely within herself, basking you in a sweet, warm haze.

“do you think you could fit mommy’s cock in your hole, baby? do you think you could be a good girl and take it even if it was too big? even if you told mama that it was too much, that you were too full, you’d still take it wouldn’t you, honey?”

you parted your lips to respond, though as wanda pulled your body closer, canting your hips forward in the process, your thoughts were knocked quickly from your brain, scattering everywhere, like a broken jigsaw. your cunt brushed firmly against the skin of her thigh and you quivered.

wanda hummed softly, like one would coo a small child. “come on baby, answer me. i know you can do it, you’re a smart girl. say, ‘yes, mama. i’d take your cock like a good girl.’”

“yes, mama —” the strangled words came out almost robotically, mewling her name and burying your face further into her neck. you could feel her pulse beneath your lips, her heartbeat thumping increasingly quickly. “i’d take your cock, like.. like such a good girl,”

“that’s right!” wanda praised you, kissing your head. “my sweet girl is so clever.” the bright smile that painted wanda’s features filled you with pride, as did the high, sweet pitch of her voice that expressed pure adoration. her praise always caused your heart grow heavy, the fulfilment of her validation warming your body and spreading through it like wildfire.

“mommy know you would, honey. you’d take it with no complaints, wouldn’t you? no crying or whining?” you nodded pathetically in response, a whine forcing itself from your throat as wanda delivered a small slap to your pussy before holding your hips in both hands with a steady grip. she paused in thought for a moment before continuing. “but for now… mama would like you to grind your pussy on her thigh, honey. would you like that? wanna get mommy’s leg all nice and wet, baby?”

you respond by immediately canting forward, your clit rubbing deliciously against her soft skin. “good girl, just like that,” she praised you, eyes dilated and clouded in awe.

“uppp,” she purred, slowly guiding your hips to move forwards, “and downnn.” wanda repeated, moving them backward, forcing you to move at the pace she wanted, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

needy patience

Pairing(s): Mommy!Wanda x fem!reader.

Summary: Mommy Wanda teaches you how to have patience because you have been acting like a restless child lately.

Content: smut with some plot, smutty, top Wanda, bottom reader, teasing, praising, orgasm denial, edging, fingering, mommy kink;

The whole week you've been giving her a brat attitude, not accepting the no's you received, stressing over nonsense, and unfollowing some rules that she especially made for her baby girl. The other night, you even showed her a silly complaint when she said it was time for sleep but the only thing you wanted was mommy touching you. She knows all your needs and she is always available to supply them. Beyond that, she knows what is best for you, even when you disagree, like that exactly night that you didn't listen to her. But, still, she was patient and explained to you it was late and you needed to rest first. You went to bed sulking, she noticed that.

The week passed and here you are, sitting on the couch with Wanda while some random entertainment channel is streaming on TV. Your back dives in her embrace, her arms around you while her fingertips caress your hand. You try to adjust yourself on the couch for the third time until she asks, "What's wrong, detka?", you sign but your voice sounds colder than you expected, "Nothing is wrong.". Wanda is definitely not pleased with your answer, even less the way you've been responding to her lately. "I'm not asking you again.", her fingers that once were tender against your skin, now they’re gripping your wrist a little too tight.

You've been a bad girl and she is getting mad now, but you just don't know how to explain why you are in this moody. You take a deep breath before saying, "Ugh it's these long advertisements every single time, we can't watch five minutes of the show without them popping up.", you try to accommodate yourself again but this time Wanda holds your waist.

She hears your protesting but says nothing about it, instead, she keeps her attention on the TV. You didn’t like that, not at all, she can’t be ignoring you now, why would she do that. You are pulled out from your thoughts when you feel one of her hands reaching inside your t-shirt, scratching your belly skin until her hand grabs your breasts and presses them, by the surprise from her act you couldn't hold a shy whimper. Still with no words from her, she starts playing with your sensitive nipples, pressing between her fingers and pulling a little. You clench your legs feeling your arousal, and you could swear that she gave a smirk noticing how needy you're already becoming.

You shiver when you feel her other hand reaching into your shorts, "What are you doing, Wanda?", you turn your head to the side and lay back on her shoulder, trying to look directly at her face. "I'm gonna teach you how to have patience, detka", she gives you a mock smile but you are not satisfied with her answer, "Teach me? What do you mean by that?". She grabs your jaw and makes you return your head forward, to keep you looking at the TV, "The rules are simple, darling, I'm gonna touch you throughout every advertising period and stop when your silly program gets back. Ohh, and you're not allowed to cum until I say you can".

You already feel dizzy by just hearing these rules, you can't imagine how many times she would edge you, it will be a complete torture. Her voice took you from your thoughts, "Understood?", her fingers press harder your jaw, "Y-yes, Wanda", you sign but she immediately retorts "That's not the name I wanna hear", you whine back feeling the ache between your legs growing, "Sorry, mommy, please".

She released your face and helped you take off your shorts and panties, with the excuse that it would be more comfortable for you. Sitting in front of her again, laying your back on her chest and head on her shoulder, you feel your body burning with the excitement of Wanda finally touching you after this hell week, but you doubt these thoughts when her hands spread your legs. "You're gonna be a good girl for me now, aren't you detka?", she pats her fingertips on your inner thigh, you can only nod and give her a muffled moan, "I need your words, darling", her fingers reaching your troubles folds, "mommy please, I'm gonna be your good girl, I can take it, please", you whimper with the sensation of how wet you already are, maybe you were wrong, the true torture and hell of this week is about to start now.

Wanda keeps acting like nothing happened minutes ago, her unbothered bothers you, her hand rests on your pussy without any movement, but you can feel her fingertips touching lightly your sensitive areas. You're about to complain about the lack of contact when the commercial starts. No words are said except your whining when you feel her fingers rubbing your clit before start giving circle movements. You try to close your legs, but she grabs your thigh before you can do it, "Stay still, detka, legs wide open for me, let mommy plays with you a little bit".

Wanda wasn't joking about the rules after all, one finger easily slip into your cunt, your walls tighten around her, initiating a slow in and out thrustings, "You're being so good for me, darling, but I know you can take more", you moan louder than the volume of the TV when you feel her stretching you out with the second finger. Her ministrations begin to get faster and harder and you try to place your hand on top of her other hand that is gripping your inner thigh to keep you open. You feel your arousal dripping out while her fingers curled inside your needy pussy. She knows that your orgasm is approaching by the way your walls clench around her fingers and your moans are getting desperate, but she didn't have to worry about that because the advertising time ended.

She immediately stops her movements and all you can do is beg her, "mommy please, don't stop, I need you", she thrusts deeper into you and takes out her fingers.The emptiness that is left in your pussy makes you whimper and squeeze her hand that you are holding. You beg again but she shushes your complaints, "shhh detka, the show is back, have some patience until the next play time", her teasing voice makes you move your hip to get any less frustrating contact but as soon as she notices your pathetic acts she slaps your clit. "Don't make me give you a harder lesson, sweetheart. I'm already taking it easy on you", you moan in response, your ached clit is still pulsating because of her slap but the pressure of the palm of her hand resting on top of your pussy makes the soreness a little better, or not.

Another commercial time and the torture begins. Her fingers pushing hard and deep into your helpless cunt. The mess you are doing doesn't even bother you anymore. The wet spot of your arousal would probably be forming on the couch fabric beneath you.

At your third orgasm edging she had to stop before the show came back, "Mommy there's still time, why did you stop? please I need to cum". She pulls her fingers out again, not letting you get any friction with her hand, "I guess you forgot the second rule, darling, no cumming until I say you can", she speaks low, near your ear, making your walls contract the void space her fingers had left you.

It is the fourth time that she is edging you, or even more, you honestly lost the counting, the overstimulation is too much for you to think. Right now the only thing you are able to do is beg, besides, your legs are too weak to fight against her. She notices all that and decides to take pity on you. "You are dripping in my hand and still so tight for me. I can't get enough from you", she praises you and you beg her to let you cum this time. The fingers of her hand that once was restraining your thigh start rubbing your clit. You automatically lean your head on her shoulder, pressing your back on her chest, eyes closed and your mind starts turning off. "Cum for me, detka. Finish the mess you started", you almost came instantly when she allowed you. It took a few more rough thrusting until your orgasm came, you moan louder and feel your pussy getting full of your cum with her fingers still buried inside you.

She can hear your heavy and tired breathing and feels the light twitches your body is giving. An unexpected whimper was taken from you when she pulled her fingers out, leaving your soaked and throbbing core. "You took me so well, detka", she gives you a forehead kiss, "but I hope you learned how important is to have some patience too".

HEYAAA I lovelovelove ur content, n was wondering if i could place a request:33

Not sure if you write it but little!wanda x mommy!reader 🥺🥺 I have absolutely no plot (or if u count mommy!reader reading wanda w vibrating undies n butt plug in public and ending it w one long smexy session at home for plot 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️) i’m just in need of little wanda n her mommy having smexy times 😖😖 maybeee mommy kink, dumbification, subspace, lactation kink, praise kink, n public sex 🙏

— SWEET REWARDS

gif belongs to @georgiagambino

Pairing(s): sub!wandaxmommy!reader

Summary: wanda and y/n visit a busy ice cream shop, where wanda discreetly wears vibrating underwear and a butt plug controlled by y/n. despite the distraction, wanda bravely endures the public setting. after enjoying their ice cream, they return home. in their bedroom, y/n rewards wanda for her obedience.

Warnings: mommy kink, smutttt, control dynamics, submissive wanda (yes i'm adding this as a warning because damn, i just can't see her being anything but a top), nothing that seems overtly triggering. please let me know if i've missed anything :)

Author's Note: hey nonnie, thanks for the request! just so you’re aware, i actually don’t write smut about any character whilst their in little space, just because it can be taken out of context and made weird very easily and i’m not condoning that. because of that i also haven't included lactation. so this isn’t exactly what you want, but i hope you enjoy it regardless <3

18+ ONLY! DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE A MINOR

Wanda shifted nervously in her seat, her face flushed as she tried to focus on the menu in front of her. The brightly lit ice cream shop was bustling with families and friends enjoying their sweet treats, an innocent setting that masked their secret. The vibrant colors and cheerful atmosphere only added to Wanda's heightened sense of awareness.

“Are you doing alright, sweetheart?” Y/N asked, her voice dripping with concern and affection as she glanced over the array of ice cream flavors.

Wanda nodded quickly, biting her lower lip. The vibrating panties and butt plug she wore beneath her summer dress were set to a low, constant hum, making it difficult to concentrate. Y/N had remote control over the devices, a fact that both thrilled and embarrassed Wanda.

“Good girl,” Y/N praised, reaching across the table to squeeze Wanda’s hand. “You’re being so brave for Mommy.”

The praise sent a shiver down Wanda’s spine, her cheeks growing hotter. She was deep in her subspace, where every word from Mommy had the power to either comfort or arouse her.

As they waited for their order, Y/N leaned in closer. “Should we take turns reading your book while we wait, sweetie?”

Wanda nodded eagerly. Y/N pulled out a colourful children’s book from her bag, the illustrations bright and inviting. The act of reading a children's book in public while secretly wearing vibrating underwear and a butt plug was intoxicatingly naughty. Y/N opened the book and started to read, her voice soft and soothing.

Wanda tried to focus on the words, but the hum between her legs was a constant distraction. She shifted in her seat, her breath hitching every time the vibrations intensified. Y/N watched her intently, enjoying every moment of Wanda’s struggle to maintain composure. As she read, Y/N discreetly increased the intensity of the vibrations, causing Wanda to gasp quietly.

“You’re doing so well,” Mommy cooed, her voice soothing. “Just a little longer, my good girl.”

By the time their ice cream sundaes arrived, Wanda was a quivering mess, but Y/N managed to finish the story. Mommy rewarded her with more praise, petting her hair and calling her a “good girl.”

“Here you go, sweetie,” Y/N said, handing Wanda her ice cream cone. “You’ve earned this.”

Wanda smiled shakily, taking a lick of the cool, creamy treat. The contrast between the cold ice cream and the heat building inside her was almost too much to bear. As they ate, Y/N continued to subtly adjust the vibrations, making casual conversation that only added to Wanda’s arousal.

“So, which flavour is your favourite, darling?” Y/N asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I... I think the strawberry,” Wanda managed to reply, her voice trembling.

“That’s a good choice,” Y/N said, increasing the intensity of the vibrations once more. “Mommy loves strawberries too.”

Wanda’s breath hitched, and she gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. Y/N leaned in, her voice a low whisper. “Just a little longer, my brave girl. You’re doing so well.”

After they finished their ice cream, Y/N took Wanda’s hand and led her out of the shop. The walk back to the car felt like an eternity, the constant stimulation pushing Wanda closer to her limit. Once they were safely inside, Y/N turned to her with a knowing smile.

“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Wanda nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. The drive home was filled with soft praises and gentle touches, Y/N’s hand resting on Wanda’s thigh, providing both comfort and a reminder of her control.

When they finally arrived at their apartment, Y/N led Wanda inside and straight to the bedroom. “Strip,” Y/N commanded gently. Wanda obeyed, her hands shaking as she undressed. Y/N watched, her eyes dark with desire.

Y/N approached Wanda, her fingers tracing over her skin. “You did so well today, my little one. Now it’s time for your reward.”

Wanda whimpered, her body aching for release. 

Y/N removed the vibrating panties but kept the butt plug in, setting the underwear aside. She then guided Wanda to the bed, laying her down gently. The anticipation in Wanda’s eyes was palpable, her breaths shallow and rapid as she waited for what was to come.

Y/N began by softly kissing Wanda's lips, her touch light and teasing. Wanda's body responded immediately, arching slightly off the bed as she sought more contact. Y/N smiled against her lips, taking her time to explore Wanda's body with her hands. Her fingers trailed down Wanda's neck, over her collarbone, and traced gentle patterns on her skin, causing Wanda to shiver.

“Look at you, you dumb little thing,” Y/N whispered, her voice filled with seduction. She continued her journey, her lips following the path her fingers had traced. When she reached Wanda’s breasts, Y/N took her time, kissing and sucking gently on each nipple, savoring the soft moans that escaped Wanda’s lips.

Wanda’s hands gripped the sheets, her body trembling with desire. Y/N’s touch was both gentle and firm, a perfect balance that drove Wanda wild. She could feel the heat building inside her, the ache for release growing stronger with every passing second.

Y/N moved lower, her lips and tongue trailing down Wanda’s stomach. She paused to kiss the sensitive skin just above the waistband of the butt plug, her fingers gently caressing Wanda’s thighs. Wanda whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed in silent pleading.

“Patience, you slut,” Y/N murmured, her breath warm against Wanda’s skin. “Mommy will take care of you.”

Finally, Y/N settled between Wanda’s legs, her tongue flicking out to taste her. Wanda gasped, her hands flying to Y/N’s hair, desperate for more. Y/N’s tongue moved expertly, alternating between gentle licks and firm strokes that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Wanda’s body.

As Y/N’s tongue worked its magic, she reached up to gently twist and tug on Wanda’s nipples, adding another layer of sensation. Wanda’s moans grew louder, her body writhing in ecstasy. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release.

Sensing her desperation, Y/N decided it was time. She pulled back slightly, her fingers replacing her tongue as she pressed them inside Wanda, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. Her thumb rubbed gentle circles over Wanda’s clit, sending her hurtling towards the edge.

“Come for Mommy, my precious girl,” Y/N commanded, her voice firm and loving.

That was all Wanda needed. With a cry, her body tensed, and she came hard, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Y/N didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm until Wanda was a quivering, panting mess.

When Wanda finally came down from her high, Y/N gently removed the butt plug and gathered her into her arms, holding her close. “You did so well, my good girl,” Y/N murmured, kissing Wanda’s forehead. “Mommy is so proud of you.”

Wanda snuggled into her Mommy’s embrace, feeling safe and loved. The afterglow of her intense orgasm left her feeling floaty and content. She drifted off to sleep, her body and mind completely satisfied, wrapped in the comforting presence of her beloved Mommy.

okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭

maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)

and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵‍💫🤭

Stress Relief

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation

A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3

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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence. 

With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe. 

Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.

She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please. 

Always such a good girl. 

And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.

Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed. 

About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion. 

Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you. 

Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.

The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often. 

For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted. 

Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions. 

She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.

As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples. 

When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”

“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”

Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.

When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.

“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.

“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her. 

When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck. 

She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.

“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.

“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”

When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak. 

You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue. 

“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily. 

Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin. 

“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”

You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple. 

You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.

What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.

Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with. 

One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.

You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you. 

She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.

Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand. 

“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.

“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”

She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.

“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night. 

One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.

Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.

Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded. 

Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper. 

You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide. 

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy. 

You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.

That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”

“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”

You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically. 

“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together. 

That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest. 

She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own. 

She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower. 

My Obedient Little Wife

word count- 1.4k

pairing- dom beefy g!p nat x subby fem reader

summary - Natasha has just made you her wife and she is going to take her time worshipping you

warnings- smut, oral (both receiving), dirty talk, foul language, penetration, humping

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“Are you gonna take me to bed Natty?” You asked, looking up at her with those signature doe eyes and the sexy lip biting.

She was carrying you bridal style down the hall of the hotel you were staying at tonight, before you leave for your honeymoon the next morning. Since you had just had your well anticipated wedding, you were ready to finally consummate your marriage and let her claim you as her wife.

“Of course I am Mrs. Romanoff.” She said looking down at you with a smirk before pecking your lips. As soon as she arrived at the hotel room, she quickly unlocked the door eager to get her hands on you. 

“You have been teasing me all day, baby girl.” She said throwing you on the king sized bed. “Walking down the aisle to be my wife, and then changing into this tight little dress to grind all on me in front of our family at the reception. You are driving me crazy.” 

You sat on your knees on the bed looking up into her lust filled eyes. Feeling the need to touch her, you reached up to grope her chest, using one hand to try and unbutton her shirt. Growing frustrated, you used both hands to just pop the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, finally getting a look at her chiseled abs, before finally getting her aching bulge in your hand. 

“Baby, now you are my bride and I need to worship you, enough about me.” She said moving your hands away, and unzipping your dress. She lifted you up to pull it off completely. She kissed you on your plump lips, much like she did earlier on the altar, making out with you for a little bit, before moving south to your neck. 

“I need everyone to know that you are mine and that I own you.” She growled out between the bruises she was leaving on your chest and the trail leading between the valley of your breasts, aiming to leave more love bites there.

“We need to get this off, so I can see these beautiful tits.” Her hand expertly reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting it fall off and freeing your perky breasts. “Uggh baby, I will never get over how good you look. These plump tits are all for me.” At this point she was laying on your chest with your tits in her mouth, truly relishing the beauty of these attributes. She felt your breath hitch as she slowly bites the hardened bud, before smoothing over it with her tongue. 

“Please nat, I need you.” You begged, pushing her head down to the place that you desperately needed it. 

“Baby don’t rush, we have the rest of our lives together and tonight I want to take my time with you. She pushed you back down onto the bed, continuing her trail of bruises down your stomach stopping when she got to your pantyclad core.  

“Please natty, please I need you.” You whined, rubbing your thighs together to try and ease the ache. 

“Now little girl.” She said before ripping your thighs apart, “I was excited to have an obedient little wife, but I guess i’m going to have to teach you.” 

She kissed your hips and between your thighs before noticing the wet spot on your white lacy panties, She put her nose on the spot, breathing in your scent before pushing her thumb down onto your clit through the panties. You writhed in pleasure finally feeling her where you need her the most. 

She took the string of your panties between her teeth slowly pulling them down your thighs, until she got them off you completely and put them in the pocket of her suit pants.

Leaning down she stuck out her tongue flattening it before licking a stripe down your cunt. She smiled at the taste, not being able to get enough. “Oh my god baby girl, my wife tastes delicious.” She said licking her lips in satisfaction.

Diving in once again, she starts to eat you out like she’s been starved for a year. She harshly grips your hips and circles your puffy clit with her tongue. You buck your hips up trying to get more of her. She pushes you down and holds you there before picking up the pace, with her assault on your clit. She licks your cunt up and down, before sticking her tongue into your tight hole, fucking you slowly. You feel your breath start to hitch and your thighs start to twitch. You and your wife both knew you were close, so she removed her tongue from your cunt and entered two of her fingers, while going back to licking your clit. 

After her tirelessly eating your pussy, you were finally to your breaking point. You felt the knot in your stomach unravel and you squirted. Nat removed her fingers from your cunt and used two fingers to quickly rub your pussy, to elongate your orgasm. She stuck her tongue out and tried to catch some of your cum, moaning at the taste. 

“My goodness baby, you’re so messy. Look at you squirting all over me, showing off your drooling cunt.” She said flipping you over onto your hands and knees, making you squeal out of surprise. 

“Seeing you like this has made me so hard baby, I just need to fuck my wife’s pussy in order to feel better.” She said before licking the cum off your cunt from behind to clean you up. She then pulled off her belt before stripping off her pants and boxers, leaving you both completely naked. 

She quickly entered into your dripping hole, your tightness squeezing her deliciously. She was already so worked up from eating you out she could’ve cum already, but lucky for you her stamina was incredible. She picked up her pace, fucking you from behind. She focused her attention on your tight ass, rubbing and fondling your cheeks, while you pushed back onto her cock. 

You were panting like a bitch in heat, as she continued to fuck you. You turned your head around to face her looking at how good she looked pounding into you. You pucker your lips signaling your need for a kiss. She leaned forward to kiss you, sloppily making out as you strained your neck. Her hands traveled up to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.

She picked up the pace, feeling you getting closer as your cunt squeezed her aching prick. You felt her big dick in your intestines, as she pushed on the bulge appearing in your stomach. 

The knot in your stomach unraveled for the second time tonight, leaving you to cream all over her cock. She guided your hips backwards to help you through your orgasm and put her over the edge. 

“Dammit baby this pussy is so tight, it’s like it was made for me.” She said, slapping your ass and pulling you back deeper, using you as her own personal sex toy. This was enough to send her over the edge, and blow in your cunt. Her hot, wet stream of semen had traveled down your insides and filled your belly.  

You got up and turned around, both of you kneeling in front of each other. You looked into her eyes before leaning down to put her penis in your mouth. You sucked on the head before licking the shaft up and down to clean off your shared arousal. She sucked in a breath, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. She grabbed you by the hair holding you there so she could thrust her hips up into your mouth while you gagged on her.

This was one of the most beautiful sights for her to see, so it didn’t take much for her to cum again. Another hot, wet stream of cum sliding down your throat, as you swallowed every thing she gave you. She then pulled you off of her and up by the hair to kiss you again. When the kiss grew heated, you took charge and pushed her back on the bed, straddling her waist. Your clit sat on her dick and you roughly grinded on her while making out. Your tongue entered her mouth as she sucked on it. You were panting in her mouth as you wildly humped her. 

“Baby, if we don’t slow down I'm afraid we are gonna have a honeymoon baby.” 

Kinktober (18)- Overstimulation

MILF Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: You and Wanda take advantage of the fact you are home alone without the twins

Warnings/Tags: Overstimulation, Mommy Kink, Mommy Wanda/Sub Reader, Fingering, Oral Sex, Tribbing, Multiple Orgasms, Praise, Degrading

Kinktober Masterlist

“Wanda?” you called while walking into the house, tossing your keys onto the side table and taking off your coat, neatly hanging it on a hook before venturing through the house. “Are you home?” Your question is answered when you see her curled up on the couch, book in hand and eyes fixated on the page, dressed in lounge wear suggesting she’s been home for a while now. Feet stop at the door frame as you pause in your tracks, admiring the sight of the woman in front of you, the goddess that you had the privilege of calling your girlfriend.

With quiet steps, you leisurely strolled up to where she was on the sofa, her gaze unwavering from the book making you smile at her concentration. Your fingers plucked the book from her grasp gently, her gaze flickering to yours, the hint of annoyance in her eyes washing away at the sight of you biting your lip in an attempt to hide your smile. A scrap piece of paper on the near table became a bookmark as you marked her page, then moved to straddle her waist, hands gliding across her shoulders and down till they rested on her waist.

“The boys are now at Visions,” you whisper, her raising her eyebrows as you drag out the sentence, “And they’re staying overnight for the Halloween party,” your hands ghost back up her body, moving till your hands were playing with the baby hairs at the back of her neck, “So, that means we have the house all to ourselves.”

“I wonder what we could do…” she purrs out, eyes darkening till the green in her eyes are barely visible, hands moving to your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh. Wanda tilts her head up, your lips now ghosting each other as your gaze flickers between her lust-filled eyes and plump lips.

“I have an idea,” you hum out, one of your hands finding hers and guiding it to your clothed core, “I think my Mommy should fuck me.” A groan escapes her and before you can say even more, you're lifted from the sofa, legs instinctively wrapping around her waist as she carries you to the bedroom.

“You want Mommy to fuck you?” she husks out while pinning you to the bed, her body slotting against yours perfectly, knee pressed against your core making you moan.

“Please,” the plea falls off your lip like second nature, her head tilting to the side in a predatory way before crashing her lips to yours. Her mouth swallows the moan that escapes you, her tongue then sliding into your mouth and dominating the kiss easily, her hands working on unbuttoning your blouse and tearing it off your body.

“My beautiful girl,” her voice sultry as her eyes rake over your body hungrily, tongue wetting her lips subconsciously at the sight of you, “God, I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you,” she murmurs before claiming your lips in a searing kiss, one hand reaching behind your back to impressively unclasp your bra.

“Fuck,” you sinfully moan out, her dirty words making you throb while her knee presses harder against you, hips unabashedly grinding against it. Your head lolls back to the soft mattress under you, her mouth descending down your body eagerly, desperate to please you. Her mouth only briefly lavishes your breasts, tongue swirling expertly around your nipples while her fingers tease and pinch the other, whines and whimpers from you encouraging her to continue her journey down.

“Is this ok?” she mutters, kissing just above the waistband of your jeans, nibbling the skin to leave a faint red mark that will remind you of this night every time you see it.

“If you don’t fuck me right now-” she chuckles at your desperate tone, looking up at you, the intensity of her stare almost enough to make you come on the spot.

“It was a simple yes or no, Detka,” she teases, sliding her finger under the waistband of both your panties and jeans, pulling them and letting them snap back against your skin, hips bucking at the action.

“Yes,” you sigh out wantonly, eyes begging her to just touch you. Luckily for you, she doesn’t decide to tease you anymore and tugs the clothing off your body leaving you fully exposed under her. Her hot breath fans over your core, her hands ghosting down your body till they reached your thighs, spreading your legs open.

“Look how wet you are for Mommy,” a finger swipes through your folds, gathering the abundance of arousal dripping out of you and spreading it around your pussy. “My little slut,” a whimper echoes around the room as her fingers lazily circle your clit, the actions purposely slow and not enough to make you mad with desire.

“Please don’t tease,” you whine out, hands going to her auburn locks and tangling in them, nails softly scratching her scalp. “I just want you to make me come,” her eyes snap to you at your words, mischief and a sinister look flashing across her features.

“You want to come, Detka?” she murmurs almost condescendingly, her slender fingers moving to tease your entrance while you nod, “Don’t worry Moya Lyubov, I’ll make you come.” Before you can question the tone of her words, she slides two fingers into you, a moan ripped from the back of your throat as your grip tightens in her hair. Her mouth finally takes your clit into it, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves, her hands holding your legs open as you try to close them on her face.

“Fuck,” the feeling of her tongue swirling around your clit, her long slender digits hitting all the right spots inside you, pressing against your velvety walls made your body squirm under her strong grasp. “Right there, please,” your voice drips with submission as she eats you out like she’s been starved, curling her fingers at your weak spot, legs trembling as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. “Mommy, I’m gonna come, please!” you practically scream, pleasure washing over your body as you writhe on the bed, moans freely spilling from your lips.

Wanda merely smirks into your core, fingers speeding up as she mercilessly thrusts them into, your vision blurring and mind clouding with only the thought of her. Her tongue flattens against your clit as your hips rut wildly against her face, wanting more, no, needing more from her to make you come again.

Your hands release her hair, gripping the sheets so tightly you think you might rip them as you feel another orgasm wracking through your body. A silent scream makes your mouth part, a low whimper following straight after as she switches her fingers and tongue around.

Wanda’s tongue moves expertly inside you, her groaning at not only the taste of you, but the feeling of your pussy spasming and clenching around her. Her fingers soaked with your arousal circle your clit, hips frantically moving to seek more pleasure but also to move away from her intense touch, body becoming overly sensitive.

“Mommy,” you whimper out, her fingers continue to rub your clit but her tongue sliding out of you, her panting against your core.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” she praises, you make a noise of pleasure in response while your cheeks flush, “Come on Detka, take what Mommy’s giving to you.” Your body buzzes with euphoria as her fingers make you come once again, tears building in your eyes at how sensitive you were from coming so many times.

“I can’t,” you choke out a moan, her slowing down her movements and climbing up your body, her hand still working against your core though.

“Can you do one more for me Detka?” she whispers softly, eyes scanning the tears that now run down your cheeks, a proud smile taking over at the sight of your smeared makeup. You only whimper in response, making her remind you of your safe words, “If you need to stop Detka, use your safe words, ok?”

“Ok,” you pant out, eyes widening when she pulls away and swiftly strips herself of her clothes, her naked body making you groan quietly. You throw your head back when you feel her soaking cunt pressed against yours, a breathy sigh leaving her lips as she looks down at you, hands holding your hips.

“You feel so good Detka, you’re making Mommy feel so good,” she moans out, grinding your cores together as you grip onto her hips, body shaking under her. The feeling is overwhelming, your body sensitive but the pain was only mixing with the pleasure sending you into a delirious state of ecstasy.

With how worked up Wanda was from eating you out and how sensitive you were, it didn't take long for her to lean forwards, mouth crashing to yours to muffle the moans that poured from her lips as her hips stuttered against yours. Your orgasms ripped through you at the same time, the room filling with sounds of pleasure as you held onto each other, hips moving in sync as you rode out your aftershocks. Her clit brushed yours once again, the feeling now only painful at how sensitive you were.

“Red,” you whisper against her lips, her moving off you carefully and pulling you into her arms, face buried against the crook of her neck as your body trembles and shakes.

“Good girl for telling me,” she praises, “I’m so proud of you, Mommy’s got you Detka.” She lets your body calm down from the overstimulation, whispering comforting and sweet words into your ear while her hands stroke up and down your back soothingly.

You feel her taking you to the bathroom, gently washing you down with a cloth and being mindful of how sore you would be before cleaning herself and guiding you both back to bed. You snuggled against her warm body, lips pressing against her shoulder in a silent thanks as your body grew tired. Relaxingly, her fingers scratch your scalp, sending you to sleep as she smiles at your peaceful body wrapped in her arms.

Touch Me

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: You beg Wanda to give you what you desperately want.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Dom Wanda/Sub Reader, Fingering, Oral, Teasing, Fluff

General Master List

W/c- 1.3k

A body pressed yours further into the wall, soft sighs escaping the both of you as hands wandered across each other's curves. Her mouth refused to leave yours, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip teasingly before letting her tongue swipe across the lip, the moan that left you being eagerly swallowed by her. 

“Wanda,” her name effortlessly slipped past your lips, eyes fluttering open to see a borderline sinister smirk playing on her lips before they crashed back to yours. Your hands clutched at her dress, crumpling the fabric up in a way that you're sure the designer would berate you for, but that didn't matter as one of the most beautiful women, no, the most beautiful woman in the world was currently kissing you senseless. “Please.” 

“Please what , Detka?” There was no other word to describe her tone than teasing, her hand travelling back up your body to tangle in your hair, gripping your roots before tugging your head back so it was against the wall, your neck bared for her. “You have to be more specific of what you want, sweetheart.” 

Before you’re given the chance to respond, her mouth descends to your neck, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along the skin. In her eyes, your neck was a blank canvas for her to decorate and oh was she desperate to mark you up, claim her as yours. A lewd noise escapes you when she sucks on the juncture of your neck, her leg moving to slot between your thighs, groaning against your neck at the amount of heat radiating off of you. 

“Tell me what you want Detka, use your words for me,” she rasps out as if you weren’t having enough trouble trying to speak already, her words not helping with your arousal clouded mind. 

“Please,” is the most you can muster, eyes pleading with her when she reluctantly leaves your neck to gaze at you. Nothing but lust and desire swirled in her alluring green, overtaking the soft and loving glint that normally surfaced there when she looked at you. “Please just touch me,” you whimper, her letting out a condescending chuckle at your neediness, she had only just started toying with you.

“I am touching you, sweetheart,” she breathes out, moving to hover her lips over yours. You chase after them, her cruelly pulling back and only letting your lips briefly touch, the warmth of hers lingering on your kiss swollen lips. “Does my Detka want more?” 

“Yes,” you sigh out, her hands moving to under your thighs and lifting you, your legs instinctively wrapping around her middle as she carries you to the bed. It’s a mix of tongue and teeth clashing as you press your lips over and over again to hers, wanting more. Needing more.

Carefully, she lowers you onto the mattress, the bed dipping with both of your weights as she pressed kisses along your jaw, a sensual one on the underside of it making you loll your head back into the mountain of velvety pillows. 

Cold fingers slide under your shirt, breath hitching at the contrast of your warm body and her digits before a hiss sounds around the room as she drags her nails down your abdomen. Without wasting anymore time, she practically tears the shirt off you, leaving your torso exposed for her. 

“So beautiful,” she murmurs into the skin of your stomach, pressing light kisses while she works her way up to your chest. Her eyes snap to yours, holding eye contact as her mouth wraps around a perk nipple, you breaking the gaze by throwing your head back. The way her tongue swirls around your sensitive bud, her fingers pinching and pulling the other has obscene noises spilling from your lips, hands clutching at the bed sheets. 

“My beautiful girl,” she sighs out when she parts from one of your breasts, moving to lavish the other one in an equal amount of attention. Strings of moans leave you at her actions, your hands moving to thread into her hair and keep her close as she lightly bites down on your breast before pulling away to kiss in between them, then making her way down your body.

Making quick work of your jeans, you're then left completely naked under her, eyes raking over your body and darkening at the amount of arousal that’s gathered between your thighs.

 Leaning down, her mouth ghosts yours, lips lingering open as she can’t decide whether she wants to kiss you more or tease you that little bit more. She doesn’t have time to decide when you lean forwards to claim her lips once again, moaning as you both pour all the emotions you feel for each other into it. 

“I need you,” you pant out when you finally part, her hands gliding up and down your inner thighs as they spread you out for her.

“How bad?” she opens her eyes to look at you, your heavy breathing and closed eyes letting her take in how much of a mess you are for her. The prettiest mess for her.

“I need you so bad Wanda,” you groan out when her nails dig slightly into your thighs, encouraging you to say what you want, “I need you to make me feel good, please, I’ve been good, I’ve been your good girl,” you plead and beg until her finger finally makes contact with your core, sliding up and down your dripping folds.

“I suppose you have been good,” she mutters before briefly kissing you once more and lowering herself until she’s settled between your thighs, hot breath tickling your core. “I’ll make you feel good Detka, don’t you worry,” she murmurs against your core before taking your clit into her mouth, a broken moan escaping you. 

Wanda offers no mercy as she sucks and licks relentlessly on your clit, dragging every single sinful noise out of you while teasing a finger at your entrance, flickering her gaze upwards to watch you as she eases it inside you. 

“Wanda,” you moan out wantonly, back arching beautifully off the bed as she starts to thrust it inside you at the perfect pace. Knowing how you like it, she curls her finger at just the right spot, a loud whimper leaving you. “Fuck right there, please don’t stop,” your voice wavering as your blinded by pleasure, her mouth continuing to work on your clit while she adds another finger, your legs starting to shake around her head. “Please, please,” you practically chant her name and desperate pleas, hips bucking against her face as she eats you out like she’s been starved, desperate to feel your come slowly coat her fingers, “I’m so close.” 

“Come for me Detka,” she murmurs against your core, a scream reverberating around the room as you crash head first into your orgasm. Your legs close around her head, hips rutting against her face as you ride out your orgasm, Wanda receiving her wish of feeling your cum on her fingers, sliding them out when you release her and sliding them into her mouth, letting out a pleased moan at the taste. 

Your legs still tremble as she climbs back up your body, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whimper quietly. Her lips linger for a moment, whispering soft and comforting words as you're recovering slowly from your powerful orgasm.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart, you did so good for me, my good girl,” her words repeat in your head as she goes to retrieve a washcloth, a small apology leaving her lips when you twitch at the cold, wet fabric cleaning you off. 

Before you know it, the two of you are curled up together, her spooning you while her fingers play with your hair, allowing you to peacefully drift off to sleep. 

“I love you,” you drowsily murmur before you fall asleep.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” she whispers into your hair, feeling you relax further into her embrace. 

Listen To Mommy

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary- Your Mommy teaches you a lesson after being a brat.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Dom Wanda/Sub Reader, Blindfolds, Restraints, Edgeplay, Overstimulation, Mommy Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Choking, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Strap-ons, Sex Toys, Fingering, Praise

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W/c- 2.4k

Darkness.

All you could see was darkness.

A fabric was securely tied around your eyes, completely blocking your vision as you were left to wait what felt like minutes, hours, days for something to happen to you. Your hands were also tied together, trapped behind your back as you were left to kneel on the bed. Ragged breaths caused your chest to rise and fall as your ears tried to pick up on any sort of movement or sound. All you could do was continue to wait, the anticipation building causing your thighs to be slick with your arousal as your mind wandered to desired fantasies.

Wanda soon silently walked into the room, her steps impossible for you to hear as she walked around the bed to stand by your side. You were oblivious to her presence, your body in the position she asked you to be in making her smirk. Her gaze flickered over to the mirror placed against the wall opposite the bed to admire the sight of you. She could see your breasts moving with each breath, the way your thighs tried to subtly clench together, spreading even more of your arousal on them, the muscles in your arms strained as they were restrained behind you. Your mouth was trapped between your lips, your body begging to be touched as you waited patiently for her to do anything.

"Such a good girl," she purred at the shell of your ear, the sound making you jump at her presence. "If only you could see yourself right now," she taunted, her mouth nibbling on your earlobe before moving to trail kisses along your jaw and neck. You whimpered at the small touches, your body incredibly sensitive to her touch as your senses were heightened.

The bed shifted as Wanda climbed on, her body moving to kneel behind you making your breath hitch as her hard nipples brushed against your back. Her hands glided across your body, possessively wrapping around your hips to pull you close before slowly itching their way up to the underside of your breasts. "How desperate for me are you?" she whispered in your ear, her hands ghosting your breasts, teasingly gliding over your nipples. You whined at the touch and arched your back to chase her fingers but she simply held you still with her other arm. "Come on Detka, words for Mommy."

"So desperate," you couldn't even recognise your own voice, desperation and desire dripping from it as you squirmed in her hold. "Please," you sighed out, leaning your head back to meet her shoulders, "Please touch me."

A low chuckle sent a wave of heat down to your core as she pressed her fingers harder into your hip, the action making an involuntary moan escape you. "You're in no place to ask me to do anything Detka," she rasped out, biting down on your neck. "Are you going to listen to Mommy this time?" her hands moved down your body, resting on your thighs as her front pressed even more into your back. With her even closer, you could feel the strap on resting between her thighs.

"Yes Mommy," you whimpered, feeling her move her hips back and forth so the strap on rubbed against your core, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hips tried to move along the plastic cock but her strong hands kept you still.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so," she rasps out, biting down on your neck to mark what's hers. You feel her smirk into your skin, her teeth scraping at your neck while one hand squeezes your nipples, pinching and pulling them to drag out pathetic noises from you. Her other hand scratches down your abdomen, leaving red trails until she meets your core. Your breathing is shallow, the simple feeling of the tip of her nail against your clit making your hips buck. "Stay still for me Dekta," she murmurs, still littering your neck with more marks.

Unknown to you, Wanda is staring directly at the mirror, watching every part of your body react to her touch as she teases you. Your mouth parts to let out breathy sighs when her finger delicately circles your clit with featherlight pressure. The muscles in your arms twitch as you try and move them, unsuccessful due to the restraints only fuelling her hunger to take you.

"If only you could see how pretty you look for Mommy," she purrs, earning a pitiful whimper in response. "It's a shame really," her tone condescending as one hand tilts your head back further to rest on her shoulders so she can kiss your cheek and the corner of your mouth, "You won't be able to see as I ruin you, tears streaming down your face as you beg me to let you come over and over again." The noise that leaves you is sinful as you squeeze your eyes shut behind the blindfold, not that it would do much anyway. "Ah ah," she coos, stroking a finger along your jawline, "Shouldn't have been such a brat if you didn't want to be punished."

"Please Mommy," you whined, moving your head in search of her to try and get her to take pity on you, "I'm sorry, I'll be good. I promise." She merely chuckles at you, putting more pressure on your clit making you choke on your moan.

"Detka," her touch is soft as she caresses your face, "We haven't even started yet and you're begging." You groan at her words, in annoyance and frustration as her fingers leave your clit to travel back up your body. Her fingertips circle your nipples, teasingly ghosting across them making short breaths in anticipation escape you. Her touch gradually increases, soon tugging on your nipples and pinching them, moans pouring out of your mouth as she does so.

"Mommy," you moan as she gropes at your breast, her touch rougher now making your hips subtly try and move along the toy between her legs. She holds you still instantly and moves her hands away from you completely. You worry for a moment that she's left you but gasp when her fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing gently.

"I told you to stay still," she mumbles, eyes locked on your pussy in the mirror, your arousal glistening in the light.

"I'm sorry, I just need you so bad," you whimper and she lets you off this once with a warning, a hard squeeze to your throat making you groan quietly.

"Open," she commands and you listen, parting your lips for her so she can slide a finger into your mouth. You suck on her finger, coating it in your saliva like you know she wants and imagine what you must look like for her. You moan around her digit at the thought making her smirk as she reads your mind. You're reluctant to let her finger slide out of your mouth but don't say anything and you feel her hands return to your core. "So wet," her fingers easily slide through your folds, your breath hitching as she teasingly slips a finger in you before pulling out. She repeats the action a few times, occasionally travelling up to your clit to circle before moving back to your entrance.

Eventually, she slipped her entire finger into you, a broken moan leaving you that she muffles with her mouth. She started a leisurely pace of thrusting the digit into you, curling it at your g-spot to make your hips twitch but you restrained yourself from disobeying her anymore. Without warning, she slipped another finger into you and increased the pace, pumping them in and out of you at a merciless pace.

"Fuck," you moaned out, pressing your hips back into her as you felt your orgasm approaching. Her palm brushed your clit with every thrust, the coil in your stomach tightening as you neared the edge. "Please Mommy, Please," you begged, falling on deaf ears as she slowed her movements, leaving you to whine and whimper as your orgasm faded away. "No, no," the words spill desperately out of you as her hands soothingly caress the skin of your stomach, her breath tickling your neck as she laughs at you. "Mommy," the whine is pathetic as you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"What's wrong Detka?" her tone makes you whine even more, the evident teasing making you annoyed at yourself for being a brat and putting yourself in this position.

"I'm sorry," she hums against your shoulder, gently placing her lips against the bare skin as she places the strap on between your legs so it rubs along your folds again. You choke on your words as the tip of the toy brushes your clit, hips bucking at the action, "Please, I need you."

"You can beg all you want, love," her voice low as she guides your hips along the toy, pushing the base of the toy to brush against her clit. "But you know you deserve this, you want this. You want to be punished like the little slut you are." Her hips start a steady rhythm of grinding the toy against you, desperate pleas tumbling out of you as she moves you along it as well as thrusting her hips.

Soon enough, you're close to coming again, the constant friction of the toy along your soaked folds, teasingly touching your clit makes you delirious with pleasure.

"Mommy, please can I come?" she only chuckles in response at the state of your voice.

"Hold it," her voice leaves no room for debate so you clench your jaw, focussing on not letting your release take over you. You practically jump out of your skin when you feel her hand on your clit, circling it gently to make your hips twitch.

"I can't," you whimper out, the tears flowing down your cheeks, dampening the part of the blindfold they reached, "Please." You can't help the pitiful groan that leaves you when she pulls away from your body, hips and legs stuttering over nothing as frustration takes over you.

"Shhhh," she coos into your ear, stroking the expanse of your thighs as they quiver under her touch. "Mommy's got you," her words are comforting but it doesn't stop the unbearable feeling between your thighs.

When your body finally calms down from the denial, she works you up slowly again, hands gliding over all your sensitive spots while her mouth whispers dirty words at the shell of your ear. Wanda edged you another two times after that, taking the blindfold off after the last one to let you see your ruined state in the mirror; tear stained cheeks, marked skin and red hand prints when she had gripped onto your hips.

"So good for Mommy," her voice was soft as she teased the strap on at your entrance, your arousal coating the toy as well as parts of the sheet below. "Have you learnt your lesson?"

"Yes Mommy-" your cut off with a lewd moan as she thrusts the toy into you, back arching against her as your body trembles in her touch.

Carefully, she pushes your body forwards, your front pressed against the bed sheets as you look up at the mirror, watching her kneel behind you with her hands groping your reddened cheeks before smacking down. Her hips move backwards, pulling the toy out of you until only the tip remains before slamming back into you.

"Fuck," you moan as she starts a brutal pace of fucking you. You watch yourself in the mirror intensely, watching her pound you into submission as she snaps her hips forwards. Your mind is clouded with pleasure as you feel the toy hit spots you didn't even know existed, screams escaping you as you switch between burying your face into the sheets to muffle your moans and staring at Wanda through the reflection. "Please can I come?" you beg over and over again between ragged breaths.

"Come for Mommy," she husks out, panting above you while continuing to pump her hips into you. You tense immediately, letting the pleasure you have been desperately waiting for take over you and scream her name as you twitch under her. However, the relentless drilling of her hips doesn't stop and she moves her body to lay flush against yours, her arm wrapping around your neck and forcing your head to look at the mirror once again. "Look at you, all fucked out for Mommy," she taunts, driving you closer to a second orgasm already, "My little slut. My good girl."

A guttural noise escapes you as you come again, your eyes staring directly into her green through the reflection before they roll to the back of your head. You think she's going to ease up but she doesn't, she simply buries her face into your neck, panting as she drives the toy into you.

"I can't," you sob out in pleasure mixed with a little pain, the best feeling you've ever felt.

"Yes you can," she assures, placing soft kisses on the skin available, contrasting the rough movements of her hips. "Come one more time for Mommy," as if on cue, your body tenses a final time under her, liquid gushing out of you as you squirt around the toy, a string of moans echoing around the room as you twitch under her. Her hips soon still, comforting words leaving her lips that make you smile in your blissed out state.

"Wait," you whisper as she tries to pull out, "Stay in me a little longer." She smiles at your request, waiting for you to be ready to remove the toy.

She's patient with you as she takes care of you, eventually getting you out of the bed to put you in the bath to clean off while she quickly clears the dirty sheets, the large wet patch from your squirting making her smirk. Her touch is gentle while she dries you off, humming a Sokovian lullaby that has you relaxing even more in her grasp as she takes you to the clean bed. You practically melt into the mattress, ready to welcome sleep at any moment as she climbs in to join you.

"You did so well, Detka," she praises you constantly, murmuring sweet nothings as you drift off to sleep. "I love you."

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Bunny's ache

Sub! Bunny! Wanda Maxioff x dom! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Heavy petplay, degradation, rough treatment, object insertion (carrot), mistress kink, squirting, wanda pushing out the carrot, a bit of anal play.

A/n: THIS IS KINKY, IAM SORRY (But hey, it is kinktober.)

Wanda lay curled up in her big cage, stuffies, each one adorned with tiny bows or sparkly jewels, a mountain of pillows and pink fairy lights decorating her little heaven Her favourite pink fluffy blanket pulled over her, the comfortable plush foam underneath her fragile body, only added to the sweet warmth. Her favourite teddy bear secured tightly, wrapped in her arms, laced with the scent of her owner, you. Her subtle features were relaxed as she napped, turning over now and again. The tail plug nestled in her tight asshole acting as comfort. She was resting up for playtime, which was quickly approaching. Her bunny ears headband set firmly on her head.

You quietly sat down on the wooden floor and carefully opened the cage door, brushing her soft hair out of her face. "My sweet bunny wake up." Her eyes fluttered open. She yawned cutely, stretching her small body as she sat up, the blanket falling off her shoulders. "It's time for playtime already?" You nodded. "Yes, bunny."

Wanda smiled brightly, her naked form climbing out of the cage and crawling onto your lap with a squeak of delight. "What do you have in store for us today?"

"You'll see." You kissed her flushed cheek, getting up with wanda still in your arms. As you carry her to the bedroom, Wanda's anticipation grows. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks around at the familiar surroundings. You gently placed wanda down on the bed. "Baby, be a good girl and spread your legs." blushing but obeying, Wanda slowly spreads her legs for you revealing her wet, pink shaven pussy. "Good girl." You praised as wanda blushed. "Be a good little bunny and finger that little cunt whilst I go grab something." Her breath hitched at the sudden request. O-okay," Wanda replied, her voice trembling slightly. She slowly reached down between her legs, her fingers finding her wet, sensitive folds. With a deep breath, she started to probe and explore, feeling the warmth and moisture of her arousal. Starting with two fingers. She moaned softly, feeling herself getting wetter already. It didn't take long for her to grow impatient, though. As Wanda continued to pleasure herself, she couldn't help but grow more desperate for your return. Her moans became louder and more needy, her small body trembling with anticipation. She spread her legs even wider, offering easier access to her tight pussy.

When you returned, Wanda whimpered when you approached her, you set something down on the bed next to her. She was practically begging for your touch, her whole body shaking with desire. You pressed the heel of your hand against her clit and she arched back in pleasure, moaning loudly as her orgasm finally hit her, her juices flying everywhere, drenching the sheet beheath her in her squirt. She slowly pulled out her fingers, but you yanked them out her sensitive pussy and forced them into her mouth. Loudly gags escaped her mouth as she tasted herself on her fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she clutched at the blankets beneath her, writhing in ecstasy. "Tasty?" You voice sweet so different from your rough actions. Wanda, still gasping for breath and trying to recover from her intense orgasm, nodded weakly, tears of pleasure and humiliation welling up in her eyes. "Y-yes... tasty," she managed to choke out between gasps. You removed her fingers. Wanda looked up at you, her eyes still glassy with lust and submission. She tried to regain some composure, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subsiding. "Lay down" Obediently, Wanda laid down on the bed, presenting her quivering pussy to you. Her heart raced as she waited for your next command.

Wanda bit her lower lip, her eyes locked onto yours, as you crawled next to her. "Please, mistress, please touch your bunny, my pussy hurts." She winned. You kissed her pout away. You trailed the washed carrot up her body. Wanda saw the carrot, trembling with anticipation. Her mouth watered at the thought of it sliding into her tight pussy. "Please...may I have it?" Her breath hitched as she felt the coolness of the carrot against her sensitive skin. Her body arched upwards, seeking more contact. "Beg bunny." You commanded.

"Please, Mistress, i beg you to use your carrot on my tight little pussy." You laughed at her. "Fill me up with it." She begged. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as she felt the slightest touch of the carrot against her swollen clit. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her entire body trembling with need and desire. "Shh." You whispered into your sweet bunnys ear. She whimpered, already feeling the wetness seeping out of her aching pussy. She could feel herself grow even more desperate for you to finally give her what she had been begging for you. her body tense as she felt the carrot teasingly brush against her entrance. Her eyes were locked on yours, filled with trust and longing.

Your movements were slow and deliberate, filling her pussy with the carrot bit by bit. Wanda's legs trembled as she felt yourself inside her, stretching her tight pussy further, the carrot slid deeper into her tight channel. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure mixed with pain, a soft moan escaping her lips. She was completely at your mercy, her body trembling around the intruding carrot.Wanda's tight pussy gripped the carrot, stretching around it as you slowly pushed it inside. She moaned softly, her body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable penetration. You gave her no mercy gaining a fast pace. Wanda cried out as you fucked her with the carrot, her whole body trembling with shock and pleasure. She arched up off the bed, meeting every thrust of the carrot with a gasp and moan. Her cries grew louder, her body writhing under yours as you continued to use the carrot to violate her soaking hole.

"You fucking slut hmm? getting fucked with a carrot? how pathetic are you. Bunny." Wanda could only moan in response, her legs and arms trembling from the force with which you thrust the carrot in and out of her. your over hand came up to roughly play with her nipple, pinching, tugging the poor pink buds. Her nipple hardened under your harsh treatment, causing a shiver to run down her arched spine. She bit her lip harder, trying to contain her screams of pleasure as you continued to use her like this. You stopped fucking her with the carrot leaving it hang out her poor cunt.

"Do it yourself, you stupid mut." She reached down and picked up the carrot, positioned it at her entrance once again. Hesitantly guiding it back inside herself. Her body trembled as she began to push herself onto the carrot, mimicking your earlier actions. "M-mistress," she whimpered. "Look at you, a dumb bunny."

"Mmmm, yes. I'm your pathetic little toy." She nodded, her face twisted in pure bliss. "You like being stretched out, like a mindless whore?" You teased her. "Oh, yes, it feels amazing, please. Mistress, give me more!" She loudly moaned out.

And more you gave her, as she was mindlessly thrusting the cum drenched carrot in and out of her. You pushed the carrot in the whole way. You grabbed her wrists with one hand. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the carrot pushing against her deepest walls. A moan of pure ecstasy escaped her lips as she felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm.Wanda's body trembled. her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. You roughly grabbed her soft wrist with one hand and restrained them. Grabbing the pink wand from the nightstand. "Push baby."

Wanda's eyes widened in shock as you touched her hyper sensitive clit with the vibrator, almost causing her to lose her state of mind. She grimaced in pain and pleasure as she tried to push the carrot out while also dealing with the intense sensations. Wanda gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face, as she pushed with all her might., the pleasure to much. But with the vibrator working relentlessly on her poor pink bud, another orgasm apporached fast, sending unbearable pleasure through her. She squirted again, even more powerful. The carrot slid out of her tight pussy with a wet squelching sound. Her screams filling up the room.

Wanda panted heavily, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Her eyes were still glassy and unfocussed, but she gave you a weak smile. "Thank you, Mistress, that was amazing."

You turned the vibrator of stopping the abuse on her clit ans flipped her over onto her hands and knees, presenting her well-fucked pussy to you. She shuddered, still feeling the aftereffects of your incredibly arousing game. Wanda let out a loud yelp as you pulled on her bunny tail plug. her hole contracting around the smooth surface. "Ah fuck." her voice trailed off into a moan as another tremor passed through her.

when you finished taking out the fluffy plug, a long sting of slick hanged from the metal. Wanda whimpered, trying to ignore the ache in her ass, gaping slightly, begging to be filled again. She looked back at you, her eyes pleading for mercy. Her heart was racing, and she could feel herself getting wet again despite the pain and humiliation. Wanda let out a sharp gasp, her body jerking in surprise. The sensation of your tongue against her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine, cleaning up her asshole. She tried to push away from you, but your hands held her in place. Her moans turned into soft pleas for more. "Mistress. Please." She whimpered. "Shh bunny, iam going to switch out your tail colour, what do you want?"

"Baby pink."

You opened the nightstand draw to many tails, different shapes, colours, and sizes. You picked out the pink big one, and she shivered as she felt the coolness of the toy against her stretched opening. She bit her lower lip, trying to contain her groans as you began to push it inside her.

"There bunny all done." You kiss the plump flesh of her asscheek. Her ass clenched around the plug, holding it tightly inside her. She collapsed onto the bed, her body finally giving out. "You did so good. You're a good little bunny." You praised picking her up. "Cage or bed after shower?" You asked.

"Bed." She sleepily whispered out.

You scooped her and kissed her sweet lips. Making your way to the bathroom, starting the first step of aftercare. Ready to spoil your precious bunny.

Just a Little Sick

Wandanat x little!fem!reader

Summary: You're sick and your Mommy and Daddy are here to take care of you

Word count: 3K

Warnings: None fluff and comfort

A/N: I'm sick and I just want Wandanat

In the Avengers compound, the living area was unusually quiet, save for the occasional sneeze or cough from you all bundled up on the couch, swathed in your favorite blanket. Your trusted stuffie sat beside you, offering silent comfort.

Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, moved around the room, ensuring you had everything you needed. Your occasional whimpers caught Natasha's attention every time, making her heart ache.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Natasha asked softly, brushing your hair off your forehead. You sniffled, your eyes watery.

"Sick, Daddy," you murmured, your voice hoarse. You clutched a lollipop lozenge, the soothing taste providing a small comfort. Natasha smiled gently, adjusting your glasses for you.

"I know, sweetheart. Just rest, okay? I've got you." She tucked your blanket more securely around you.

The bond between you two was unique. In a world filled with heroes and battles, you two had found solace in your relationship. Today, as you battled your cold, Natasha's protective instincts were in full force, ensuring her little girl felt safe and cherished.

Natasha's fingers danced across the keyboard, rapidly typing up a report for Fury. Every few minutes, she'd glance over at you, ensuring you were okay. The juxtaposition was stark: the fierce warrior, known and feared by many, caring for the young, vulnerable girl who had a power greater than most could imagine.

A soft snore broke Natasha's concentration, and she looked over to see your chest rising and falling rhythmically. Smiling softly, Natasha reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, careful not to disturb you.

Taking a deep breath, Natasha continued her work, answering calls with a hushed voice, ensuring the noise didn't disturb your slumber. Every so often, she'd pause to jot down notes or sip on a cup of tea, the room filled with the sound of rain gently tapping against the windows.

Despite the pressing demands of her job, Natasha's priority was clear: ensuring you felt loved and protected, especially on days like this. The bond the two of you shared was unbreakable, built on trust, care, and a love that transcended the ordinary.

As the day carried on and Wanda came rushing in. "How is she Tasha?" Wanda asked in a panic, seeing the little one's sleeping form.

"She's got a cold. Trying to give her medicine was hell, but she enjoyed those lollipop lozenges you got. I wanted to make her soup, but I know she'd want yours more." Nat told her girlfriend. Wanda smiled, giving Nat a kiss.

"I'll get it started right away." Wanda got up going to the kitchen which was attached in an open layout with the living area.

Wanda's nurturing nature made her a perfect fit as "Mommy," complementing Natasha's protective instincts as "Daddy."

From the couch, you stirred slightly, your brows furrowing. Natasha was by your side in an instant, placing a gentle hand on your forehead. The medicine seemed to be doing its job; your temperature felt slightly lower.

A short while later, the aroma of homemade soup filled the air. Wanda emerged from the kitchen with a steaming bowl. "I made her favorite," she said, placing the bowl on the coffee table.

Together, they carefully woke you, who blinked up at them sleepily. "Mommy?" she murmured, her voice raspy.

Wanda smiled warmly, brushing your hair back. "Hey, sweetheart. I made some soup for you."

Your eyes lit up a bit, and you nodded weakly, allowing Wanda to help you sit up. As Wanda fed you the soup, Natasha couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. In the midst of chaos and battles, they had found a semblance of home and family, and she cherished every moment of it.

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Natasha observed from a distance, her brows furrowing with concern as she watched you shiver from the cold sensation of the fever patch. The bond between you and Wanda was evident in moments like these—Wanda's gentle reassurances calming you despite the discomfort.

Once the patch was in place and you were comfortably nestled back under your blanket, Wanda sat beside you, softly singing a lullaby, an old Sokovian one. The room was filled with the warmth of their love and care, a stark contrast to the chilly patch on your forehead.

Natasha approached, placing a hand on Wanda's shoulder. "You're amazing with her," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Wanda's temple.

Wanda smiled softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "She's our girl, Tasha. We'll always do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy."

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"In a little bit we should give her a bath." Wanda mentions taking the empty bowls to the kitchen, Nat following behind.

"You cooked dinner, let me take care of the dishes." Nat said, putting her hands on Wanda's hips, kissing her shoulder. "Go be with our little one. I'm sure she wants Mommy cuddles." Nat mentions Wanda turning, kissing Nat on the lips,

"Thank you Daddy." Wanda whispered going back to the couch and moving onto the couch, having you lay on top of her.

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Once the kitchen was in order, Natasha joined her two loves on the couch. You, now clean and wrapped in a fluffy towel, snuggled comfortably against Wanda's chest. Wanda softly stroked your damp hair, humming a lullaby as the trio settled into the quiet comfort of their makeshift family.

Wanda got you dressed in comfy pajamas and helped get your dry. “How about we watch something little one?” Wanda asked softly, kissing the crown of your head.

“Please Mommy, can watch Bluey?” You ask as Wanda gets your paci, popping it in your mouth.

“Of course we can little one.” She smiled softly, pushing your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

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The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as you snored peacefully, still wrapped up in your favorite blanket. Wanda's emotional admission filled the air with a mix of vulnerability and love. Wanda smiled, tears pricking the sides of her eyes.

"What's wrong Wands?" Nat asks, noticing her girlfriend's mixed expressions.

"I always knew I wanted to be a mom. I just never thought it'd be like this, but," Wanda looked up at Nat, the tears spilling over, "I wouldn't trade being her Mommy for anything in the multiverse or having you by my side as her Daddy." Wanda reached a hand out, Nat lacing their fingers together and smiling,

Natasha's eyes softened, and she squeezed Wanda's hand reassuringly. "We may not have expected this journey, but it's our own unique adventure, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Y/N is lucky to have you as her Mommy, and I'm grateful every day to be her Daddy with you by my side."

Wanda nodded, wiping away a tear with her free hand. "She's our little miracle, isn't she?"

Natasha leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Wanda's forehead. "Absolutely, and our family is stronger for it.”

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The three girls all ended up falling asleep with Bluey playing in the background. As morning came, Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Bruce made their way down to the kitchen for breakfast finding the three girls there all the Avengers knew of the girls special relationship and your needs at times. "They probably had a long night, Wanda was telling me as we came back from our mission about Y/N being sick." Steve mentioned.

Bruce, pouring himself a cup of coffee, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Nat mentioned it to me. It's good they have each other, especially on days like this."

Tony, flipping through a digital newspaper on his tablet, chimed in, "We've all seen how strong their bond is. It's heartwarming, really. Makes the compound feel a bit more like home."

Bucky, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, glanced over at the sleeping trio. "They're a team within a team. It's nice to see they've found their place here."

Steve smiled, looking at the scene before him. "Let's give them some space. I'll whip up some breakfast for when they wake up. They'll need it.”

Steve decided to gently wake Nat first. Who stretched out, bones cracking and popping from the way she slept. "Hey I made breakfast for you three. How's Y/N?" He asked softly. Nat leaned over feeling your forehead.

"She's going to need more medicine." Nat stood up. Going to the cabinet, grabbing the grape flavored liquid medicine along with a sippy cup of apple juice. Moving back over to the other two as the boys watched their dance with practiced ease. "Baby girl, it's time to wake up." You stirred in Wanda's arms, which made Wanda wake up as well. Nat smiled, kissing Wanda. "Good morning love." Wanda smiled back,

"Mmm morning sweetie." You rubbed your eyes, coughing up a storm.

"Owwwww" you whined. "Daddy..." Nat moved back to the couch, scooping you up,

"Medicine first baby girl and then your apple juice to get the yucky taste out." You pouted, but took the medicine, making a gross face and took the apple juice and sucking it down.

"Easy baby." Wanda rubbed her back,

"Yes Mommy." You eased up on your juice.

Steve watched the exchange with a sense of admiration. Despite the challenges and the morning's routine, there was a tenderness to it that he found endearing.

"Need anything else for her?" Steve asked, referring to the medicine.

Natasha shook her head. "We're good for now, thanks, Steve. Just need to keep an eye on her fever."

Bucky approached with a gentle smile, ruffling your hair playfully. "Hey there, kiddo. You had us all worried."

You gave a weak smile, leaning into Natasha. "Hi, Uncle Bucky.”

Tony, holding a tray with breakfast plates, smirked. "I made sure there's plenty of bacon. Thought it might tempt a certain little one."

Wanda chuckled, "You know her too well, Tony."

As the group settled around the dining table, the room was filled with the comforting sounds of a family breakfast, laughter, and the unmistakable bond that held them all together.

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Wanda held you close, you were nestled against her, comforted by the warmth and love of your Mommy. Natasha had gone off to shower first as the room was filled with the hum of conversation as the remaining Avengers continued their breakfast.

Steve, sipping his coffee, remarked, "We've got a briefing later today. Nothing major, just some updates on potential new threats."

Tony, scrolling through his tablet, nodded. "Yeah, I've been monitoring some unusual activity. Might be worth looking into after the briefing."

Bucky, leaning back in his chair, added, "Well, if it's anything like last time, it'll be a team effort."

Wanda listened intently, her focus shifting between the conversation and the little girl in her arms. "Just another day in the life, huh?”

Wanda and Nat switched spots so Wanda could take a shower, you whined as she was shifted around after having fallen asleep.

"Shhhh it's okay Detka, Daddy's got you." Nat ran her fingers through your hair, calming you back down and grabbed a paci, rubbing her knuckle gently over your lips first to make you open up and then stuck the paci in.

"There, there, sweetheart," Natasha cooed softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back. The pacifier worked its magic, and soon, your breathing evened out, your little chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Steve, observing the tender scene, remarked softly, "You two have something truly special."

Natasha looked up, her eyes reflecting gratitude. "We do. It's a bond unlike any other."

Bucky nodded in agreement. "It's clear she feels safe and loved with you both. That's what family's all about."

As Wanda returned from her shower, refreshed and ready for the day, she smiled at the sight before her. "Thank you, dorogaya.”

Natasha nodded, carefully handing over your sleeping form. "Anytime, milyy. We've got each other's backs, always."

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As the meeting began, Nat kept a hold of you who unfortunately for everyone had to be awake. You never enjoyed being forced out of little space for missions and debriefing. So a grumpy half little half adult was currently in Nat's arms as the secretary of state droned on and on and on.

Natasha tried her best to keep you calm, gently rocking you back and forth while the Secretary of State continued with the briefing. Your discontent was palpable, your little space clashing with the serious tone of the meeting.

Steve, sensing the tension, cleared his throat. "If we could just summarize the main points, please. We have a lot to cover."

Tony, ever the provocateur, leaned over, whispering loud enough for those nearby to hear, "Think Grumpy Bear needs a timeout?"

Bucky smirked, "Or maybe just a nap."

Wanda, sitting beside Natasha, reached over, gently stroking your hair. "It's okay, detka. We'll be done soon.”

After hours of them being force fed information it was finally over and you were the exact opposite of happy between having to pretend to be an adult and being sick made you fussy beyond belief as everything Nat and Wanda tried currently wasn't helping so when they got back to the common room, Nat set you down as you started throwing a tantrum that turned into a full blown meltdown. Wanda wanting to intervene, but Nat stopped her. "She needs to let it out.”

Natasha's experience with you over the years had given her insight into your needs, especially during moments of distress. As painful as it was to witness your meltdown, Natasha knew that suppressing it wouldn't help.

The common room fell silent as the Avengers watched, their concern evident. Steve approached cautiously, "Should we give them some space?"

Wanda nodded, her eyes filled with worry. "Yes, but it's hard to see her like this."

Bucky, leaning against the doorway, sighed, "She's been through a lot, even for someone her age."

Tony chimed in, "Is there anything we can do?"

Natasha shook her head, her focus solely on you. "Right now, she needs us—Wanda and me. We'll handle it.”

Slowly, as the minutes ticked by, your cries began to subside, replaced by soft whimpers. Natasha approached, offering a comforting embrace, her voice gentle. "It's okay, sweetheart. We're here."

Wanda joined them, her own voice soft and soothing. "We love you, detka. Always."

You clung to your Daddy, sniffling and hiccuping out a 'sorry for being so cranky.' Nat just soothed you, "no baby it's okay." Nat spoke up rubbing her back, "you're sick and forced out of your preferred heads pace at the moment so it's expected. We still love you.”

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You started nodding off, Natasha smiling at the scene as she got up, picking up the littlest Avenger. "Come on baby girl." Natasha held you close, grabbing all of your things and bringing them down the hallway.

The two loves of her life walked through the door as she finished getting changed after her shower.

"What are you two doing up here?" Wanda asks.

"Shhhh...she's finally gone down for a nap." Natasha responds, setting you on the bed. Making a cocoon of blankets and pillows, putting your stuffie back into your arms. Wanda leans down and kisses your forehead.

"Oh she's getting warm again." Wanda goes to the bathroom grabbing a cooling patch to put on your forehead, making you shiver as it got put on, but you didn't wake up, only turning over. "Nat I love her so much. She's too precious for words." Wanda spoke softly as Natasha wrapped her arms around Wanda's waist, trailing kisses up the witches neck and jaw.

"You're such a good Mommy to her. You were meant for this." Natasha whispered.

"And you are the Perfect Daddy for her." Wanda responds, turning to cup Natasha's face, kissing the older woman's lips.

"Let's go watch something that isn't Bluey while she naps." Wanda says turning on the little baby monitor so they could watch over and listen while they headed back to the common area to watch something together finally having some time for just them.

As they made their way back to the common area, Natasha intertwined her fingers with Wanda's, the warmth of their bond filling the space between them. The weight of the day seemed to lift as they settled onto the couch, the soft glow of the TV providing a welcome distraction.

Wanda snuggled into Natasha's side, her head resting against her shoulder. "I'm so grateful for moments like these," she murmured, her voice filled with love and contentment.

Natasha pressed a kiss to Wanda's forehead, her heart swelling with affection. "Me too, my love. It's moments like these that remind us of what's truly important.”

Natasha and Wanda were actually able to make it through a movie before they heard you stir. Wanda gave Natasha a kiss before getting up. "I'll get her." As Wanda was heading out she heard the whimper from you,

"Mama...?" Wanda smiled, picking up her pace just a bit. Opening the door to their shared room, you sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking a bit like a disheveled mess as she sniffled and coughed. "Mommy!" Her calling out started a coughing fit that made Wanda grab the little trash can near the bed.

"It's okay baby, cough up the yuckies." Wanda rubbed your back as you coughed up the phlegm and mucus. "That's it baby get it all out. It's okay, sweetheart. Mommy's here," Wanda whispered soothingly, gently wiping away the tears that had welled up in your eyes.

You sniffled, clinging to Wanda tightly. "I don't feel good, Mommy," you whimpered.

Wanda pressed a kiss to your forehead, her heart breaking at her daughter's distress. "I know, baby. But Mommy and Daddy are right here with you, okay? We'll take care of you."

Natasha appeared in the doorway, concern etched on her features. "Is she okay?"

Wanda nodded, giving Natasha a reassuring smile. "Just a little coughing fit. She's doing better now.”

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Your two girlfriend's took care of you the rest of the night and by morning you woke up feeling much better as you rubbed your eyes. As the other two stirred beside you, you smiled down at them.

“Thank you for taking care of me, my loves.” The two redheads smiled up at you,

“Always dorogaya.” Wanda's voice full of sleep as Nat sat up and kissed your cheek. You felt so much gratitude towards your girlfriend's for always taking care of you when needed.

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Sweetest Bunny

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: R wears bunny ears and a tail so pet playish (??), Mommy kink (W), Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral, Strap-on usage (W and R giving), Wanda calls R bunny a lot, Overstimulation, Maybe dubcon? I’m not sure if some bits would classify this as that

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: This fic is easter esque but in no way religious so if that’s something that bothers you, you are able to read this :3 enjoy!

"Please just wear it, for me?" Wanda plead with a faux pout. She had been asking you to wear these little bunny ears she had purchased from the store, along with the matching clip-on tail. You weren't sure why she was so persistent about you wearing them, neither of you had ever cared about easter to partake in anything slightly related to it.

"Ugh fine, but not for long." You finally agreed, making Wanda squeal. Little did you know her plans to corrupt your innocent self.

She slipped the headband onto your head, fixing any awkwardly placed hairs. Her hands firmly grasped your waist and spun you around. Your cheeks heated up as Wanda fumbled around with your pants, trying to clip the tail on.

Once she'd finally attached it to you, she spun you back around and stepped back to admire you. "Oh what a sweet sweet bunny you are!! Mommy cannot wait to ruin you." She squeezed at your side, you just stared at her dumbfounded. "Oh don't look so dumb bunny, you had to see this coming from a mile away!"

She hummed and pulled you into her, "You didn't know, did you bunny?" You shook your head in a no formation, causing Wanda to smile. "You're just so cute bunny! Let mommy show just how cute you are."

Her lips soft pressed against yours, they're soft an warm on your own. Her hands slide along your hips, nimble fingers pushing softly against the fabric of your shorts. "Your lips taste to good bunny, I wonder if your pussy taste even better." Her words sent an instant gush of arousal to your core, and a weak whine from your throat.

"Oh that pretty little whine bunny! Do it again for mommy." Wanda exclaimed with a squeal in her tone, her knee pushing against your pussy hoping to elicit more noises from you.

"C'mon bunny, bounce your little hips. Grind your pussy on my thigh." Soon Wanda had you a whiney mess for her. Your clothes discarded on the floor, the bunny ears still resting in your head. Your slick soaked pussy rutting against Wanda's thigh desperately trying to cum.

She get you close to your orgasm, then stop your movements followed by her thrusting her fingers into your cunt. Swapping back and forth just getting you all riled up. "P-please Mommy, 'm gonna cum please let me." You whimpered as pretty tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"Go on bunny, cum for momma." Intense pleasure washed through your bones as you came on her fingers. "What a good little bunny!" She praised while pressing a kiss against your lips, the cum she had just cleaned from her fingers sticking to your lips.

"Let me clean up your pretty pussy, bunny." You whined as she pushed you to lay on your back. "Too sensitive." Wanda scoffed at your whining. Not listening to your pleas, she lapped at your soaked pussy. Her tongue licking you clean.

Wanda scooped you into her arms, carrying you to her room. She gently layer your weaker body down on the plush bed, then wandered off to her closet. “Put this on and it’ll be right back, bunny.”

What she handed you was a fairly large sized strap-on, which you slipped onto your hips and adjusted it to your body. Wanda returned with your clothes in one hand, the bunny tail in the other. Your clothes were tossed into the corner of her room, followed by her clothes.

You stood by, shyly watching her remove her clothes. You admired every inch of her body, something you’d wanted to do for so long. The curve of her hips, the perk of her breast, her toned stomach. You couldn’t look away, until she called you out.

“It’s okay bunny, I like when you look at me. You’re always looking at me, aren’t you?” You nod, a satisfied chuckle left her lips. She attached the little tail to the harness that was clad to your hips. “There we go.” She smiled, the pulled you over to the bed.

Wanda laid back onto the bed, pulling you on top of her. “You get to fuck mommy now, okay bunny?” You couldn’t help but rut your hips, the faux cock grazing her slit. She grabbed the silicone member to her dripping hole, and demanded you to move.

You slipped the cock into her, a moan coming from her sending throbbing pleasure to your cunt. “Fuck baby, move your hits just like that- fuck! Go faster for me bunny!” She groaned, your hips snapping into her. Trying your best to make your mommy cum, she love your determination so much.

“Suck on mommy’s tits bunny, cmon.” Your lips wrapped around her perky pink nipples, your free hand pinching at the other one. Wanda’s hand cradled the back of your head as you sucked. “Fuck! Keep fucking into your mommy like that bunny, what a good little bunny you are.” Your final thrust grew sloppy as you brought her to her orgasm.

Your now very weak body fell forward onto Wanda’s, her hand gently pushed your hair out of your face. “You did so good for me bunny, let me reward you one more time.” You whined, “No mommy- ‘m really tired.” Your incoherent begs fell onto deaf ears as she flipped you to your back.

The harness was now discarded from your hips, but the toy was in Wanda’s hands. She brought it to your lips, slipping the tip of it past your puffy lips. “That’s my good bunny, suck mommy’s cum off the cock. Good bunny!” She praised as you licked the toy clean.

Her fingers ran up and down your thighs, right before settling on your swollen clit. Her fingers ran over the sensitive bud, whimpers coming from you. She removed the toy from your mouth, then it suddenly made contact with your cunt.

The size of it was almost too much for you to bear, the stretch it performed on your abused pussy was detrimental. “There we go bunny, take that big cock like a good bunny.” Wanda’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking to give you mores stimulation.

It didn’t take much work for Wanda to make you cum. Soft breaths leave your tired lungs as you lay in bliss, Wanda’s hand rubbing comforting circles on your skin. “You okay bunny?” Wanda asked in worry, hoping she hadn’t pushed you too far. “‘m okay, ‘m just sleepy.” She chuckled. “Don’t sleep yet, let me get you cleaned, then we can cuddle up. Sound good?”

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Do As Mommy Says | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Dark!Stepmon Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: dubcon, cnc, age gap Word Count: 1.3k Genre: smut Summary: Mommy has dinner with her special girl.

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“Darling,” my stepmom, Wanda, purred in my ear, spooning me from behind after sauntering up to me. “What do you feel like eating for dinner tonight?”

I stuttered ever so slightly, intimidated and aroused by the closeness. She smelt so good and I could feel her breasts pressed up against my back … no, stop! She was my stepmom.

“Um,” I swallowed roughly, trying to regain my composure. “Anything is fine. What do you feel like eating?”

She inhaled deeply against my neck and I froze.

“Mm, I think you already know, don’t you, pretty girl?”

The throbbing between my legs intensified tenfold and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“W-Wanda -” I started before I was silenced by the feeling of her lips on my neck.

“You know that’s not my name.” She whispered against my skin and I shuddered.

“Mommy,” I breathed, my eyes closing at the feel of her lips against me. “I don’t think -”

“Then don’t, sweetheart.” Her arms wrapped around me and her hands found my breasts, groping them greedily as she assaulted my neck. “Let mommy think for you.”

I couldn’t help but moan as she sucked on my sensitive skin, giving into her just as she expected I would. I whined as she slipped her hand up my shirt, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

“Mommy, don’t.” I whispered, trying to pull myself away from her weakly.

She let go of the skin of my neck, leaving a dark bruise in her wake, and grabbed at me tighter.

“Don’t deny mommy of her precious girl.” She hissed in my ear, pinching my nipple and grabbing at the hem of my shorts, tugging them down roughly to get to my most intimate place.

“Please, mommy!” I cried, grabbing at her hand that was now cupping my clothed sex.

She ignored my pleas, her hand fully pushing down my shorts and slipping into my panties. Her fingers found my sex and gathered my slick before pressing them into me. I cried out at the intrusion, but couldn’t deny that her taking me like this, fucking me without my permission, was turning me on further.

“Spread those legs, pretty girl. Mommy needs to be inside you.” She panted in my ear.

I didn’t even have time to listen to her before her other hand joined and spread my legs herself.

“Such a disobedient girl.” She growled as she started to fuck me, her strong fingers taking my virginity.

“Mommy!” I cried, tears building up in my eyes as she fucked me through the pain, which quickly turned to painful pleasure.

My body tightened and fought against her fingers, but my cunt ached and throbbed for her. I let her take control of me, my tears finally falling as she pumped into me, her other hand releasing my leg and finding my clit. My wetness soaked her hand as she fucked me and I couldn’t help but moan at the sounds we made together.

She grunted into my ear, her back pressed tightly against mine, her hips humping my ass ever so slightly as she claimed me, fucked me like a toy made just for her pleasure.

“Mommy,” I whimpered softly, my hands grabbing onto her forearms. “It hurts.”

“I know it does, sweetheart.” She panted. “But you take me so well. Look at how your pussy milks mommy’s fingers. So needy.”

I looked down and watched as she pumped in and out of me, her hand glistening with my wetness.

I bit my lip to stifle my cries, not knowing if a moan or a whine would come out, and I was too embarrassed to be heard.

She kissed my neck, licking and sucking at my sensitive skin as she rubbed tight circles on my clit. She knew I was close and shame overcame me as I dug my nails into her skin, my chest heaving.

“Stop … mommy, I’m gonna -”

“It’s alright, princess, cum for mommy. Mommy needs you to cum all over her.”

I threw my head back against her and came, tears spilling down my cheeks, drool dripping down my chin, and my slick squirting all over both of us.

“That’s my good girl,” she cooed as she continued to fuck the orgasm out of me. “Such a good girl.”

“Mommy …” I groaned, pulling at her arms to get her to stop fucking me. I couldn’t take any more.

“You need to give mommy another. Can you do that?”

“No,” I whined, sniffling softly. “No more.”

“One more, sweet girl. Just one.”

She released me just to turn me around and get on her knees before me. Her eyes were dark and she was breathing heavily. I could only imagine how soaked she was.

She pulled my shorts and panties down all the way and I stepped out of them. She tossed them to the side and immediately dipped her head between my legs and started licking at me with a hungry fervor I wasn’t familiar with.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged slightly, moaning as she licked my pussy from top to bottom, discovering every inch and crevice of me and claiming it as her own.

“S-stop,” I moaned, bucking my hips into her face. “You can’t …”

She grabbed my thighs tightly and continued to lick and suck at me, very quickly figuring out what would get me to cum the quickest.

She wrapped her lips around my clit and swirled her tongue around it. I almost lost my balance as she tore another orgasm out of me. I let out a low moan as I fucked her face, my hips having a mind of their own.

“Mommy, mommy,” I chanted, my breath hitching as I cried for her. “No more.”

She looked up at me, licking her lips and panting softly.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” she said with a smile. “Don’t you think you deserve more as a reward?”

“No,” I cried. “I’m not a good girl, mommy, I can’t cum again.”

“You’ll do as mommy says.”

She dragged me down to the ground with her and laid me down, clearly not taking no for an answer. She stood up briefly to remove her pants and underwear, then laid down next to me. She grabbed my face and began kissing me, the taste of me still fresh on her tongue. I tried to pull away from her, but she held me tight, and honestly, I loved the way she tasted with me on her tongue.

I moaned into her mouth and I felt her smile against me, one of her hands grabbing my leg and bringing it over hers. She pressed herself against me and I pulled away from her, looking down at our bodies.

“What are you doing, mommy?”

“We’re both gonna feel so good, baby, okay? Just trust mommy.”

She grabbed my thigh and pulled me impossibly closer to her. I could feel her wetness against my own and I couldn’t help but grind myself against her.

“That’s good, sweetness. Just keep doing that.”

My hips moved, my body humming with pleasure as I worked my pussy against hers.

“You’re gonna make mommy cum.” She breathed, her own hips jerking and grinding against mine.

“Mommy,” I whined, gripping her waist and pulling myself against her chest. “Gonna cum again.”

“That’s okay, that’s what mommy wants. She wants you to make a mess all over so she can clean you up again.”

“Ahh, ma- mama!” I cried as my pussy pulsed against hers.

She grabbed my face and kissed me roughly as she came, swallowing my cries for her as she did so.

As we both came down from our highs, she released me, letting me fall against her chest as I trembled in her arms.

“You did so good for mommy.” She whispered against my hair, holding me close to her. “Now I have to get you cleaned up before daddy gets home.”

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Babysitter

Warnings: Mommy kink (W), age gap, slight pervy Wanda, Masturbation, Somno, slight Dubcon, cheating (Wanda cheats on Vision), little fluffy! (please tell me if i left some warnings out!!)

Wc: 1.6k

A/n: If you don’t like this idc :) just scroll or block me if you don’t like this content!

part two here

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You had been babysitting the Maximoff twins since you were in high school, but now being in college you were hardly ever able to. That was until Wanda found out you were home for a few days and sent you a text asking if you didn't mind to watch the boys for the evening while her and her husband went out for dinner.

You never liked Jarvis, he would always give you weird looks when Wanda was around you. You had noticed a change in Wanda's demeanor towards you when you came home again a couple months ago. You just brushed it off as him being weird, but you were completely wrong.

Little did you know Wanda had not been able to get you out of her mind, she would catch herself thinking about you at all points of the day. She thought it was just because she missed you, but when she found herself with her fingers buried in her pussy, holding her phone displaying a picture of yourself you had posted on Instagram. It felt so wrong, but oh so right.

You hesitantly rung the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer the door. You never understood your shyness around Wanda, you thought it was some silly little teenage girl crush. It most definitely wasn't as it strengthened in you adulthood.

"Hi sweetheart!" Wanda greeted happily, pulling you into a hug. The smell of her perfume crowded your senses, making you feel weak. "Ugh, I've missed you so much!" She placing a little kiss on your forehead, a tint of pink gracing you cheeks. "I've missed you too, Wanda."

She brought you to the living room, and made some little small talk with you while she waited for Jarvis. She asked you all about your second year in college, the trips you had taken, your friends, and lots more. Wanda just loved hearing you talk about things you do, and things you loved.

You were interrupted by Jarvis' trudge down the stairs. "Darling, are you ready?" He said smugly, giving you a look. "Yes, let me call the boys down. Y/n there's chicken nuggets in the freezer, you can fix them for them. Kitchen is yours so you fix whatever you want, house too. Once the boys are asleep feel free to do whatever, just don't destroy the house." She send you a little wink, and you nodded your head.

"Boys!" She called out to her twin boys, and they came running out of their room. "Tommy, Billy. Mommy and daddy are going out tonight, be on your best behavior for Y/n." The two boys nodded eagerly, excited for their evening with you. Wanda said her goodbyes to you as Jarvis stood annoyed and impatient. Once they had left you turned to the boys, "Who's ready for some fun!?"

Wanda and Jarvis had been gone for an hour now, Tommy and Billy were eating their dinner while you prepared yours. They excited to finish, because you promised if they did you'd all play on their shared playstation for a few hours.

After you all had finished, you played until it was time for them to go to bed. Their protest made you giggle as you drug them up to bed. "Sorry boys, but your mom would kill me if you weren't in bed on time." They both groaned, but still complied nonetheless.

You walked back down to the living room, curling up on the couch taking your laptop out of your bag, hoping to get some work done for your classes. You didn't know you'd wind up clutching onto a blanket coated in Wanda's sent, your nimble fingers rubbing your clit. The tips of your fingers prod at your aching hole, as you imagined Wanda's fingers buried deep inside you.

The sudden sound of the door opening, sent you into a panic. You pulled your hand out, trying to readjust the blanket as best as possible. You get on your phone and scroll through TikTok trying to seem as normal as possible. "Hey sweetheart we're back." Wanda said as Jarvis walked off. "Hi Wanda, give me just a second and I'll be out of your hair.”

"Oh Y/n why don't you spend the night, it's too late for a girl your age to be out this late." She insisted. "Wanda I'm not a little girl anymore." You chuckled, walking into the hallway by the door where Wanda stood. "Oh but you are, you're my little girl." Wanda said, your face heating up.

"W-wanda I-" She cut you off by placing a her finger on your lips. "Shh, let mommy do the thinking. Stay the night, and once Jarvis goes to bed I'll come back to you." She husk in your ear, her hand snaking around your front. "But Wanda, h-he's your husband.. you’re married." She laughed, "You don't think I'm aware? He's not been much of onefor years, and I can't get my mind off you. I need you sweet girl, please let mommy have you."

You hesitate, but nod your head. Her hand slips underneath your shirt, groping at your tits. "We have time for a little fun real quick." She whispered into your ear, the sultry tone in her voice makes you shiver. Her hand runs down your body and slips into your pants, rubbing your slit through your panties. She gasp as she feels how wet you are, "You're so wet detka, what were you doing? Tell mommy."

"I-I was on your couch, t-touching myself." You whimpered out, any dignity you had was now gone. Her fingers slip into your panties, rubbing your swollen clit. She sucks lightly on your neck, leaving little marks on your delicate skin.

Her slender fingers plunge into your aching cunt, thrusting steadily in and out of you. You try your best to choke back your moans, but you accidentally let a loud moan slip past your lips. Wanda quickly brought her hand to your mouth, covering it. "Shh be a good girl for mommy, we don't want my husband to catch us now do we?" You shake your head, indicating a desperate no.

Your legs begin to buckle, as your orgasm crashes through. Muffled moans escape your throat, as Wanda fucks you through your orgasm. The hand on your mouth retracts as she helps your regain composure. You watch her as she sucks your slick off her fingers, moaning around the digits as she savors your taste.

"I can't wait to taste you for real baby." Wanda says excitedly, as she pulls you into a kiss. "Alright, let's get you to bed. I'll be back down in about an hour.” She says as she leads you to the spare room.

You tried your best to get a little sleep, and right before Wanda came in you managed to doze off. She smiled at your sleeping state, pulling the sheets of your body. She softly moves your body so she can remove your shorts and panties. A groan escapes her lips at you still dripping cunt.

She places her head between your legs, dropping soft kisses on you thighs. Her tongue licking soft licks on your swollen clit, running down to your hole prodding at it. It wasn't until Wanda harshly sucked on your clit, that you began to stir awake. Little whimpers and moans escaped your sleepy self, thighs softly clamping around Wanda's head.

"You taste so good detka," she whispered into your pussy, the vibration of her voice making you whimper even more. She loved how vocal you were, how sensitive and reactive you were. She hasn't had sex like this ever, Jarvis could never truly give her pleasure.

She slipped her digits into your cunt. "Oh fuck mommy!" You moaned at the sudden fullness. You loved feeling so desperate and weak for Wanda, and she loved it too. "Fuck! 'M gonna cum mommy!" Groans and cries left you as she fucked you hard through the ecstatic orgasm.

She straddled her bare pussy on yours, rutting it against yours. "Mm no mommy, 'm too tired. Please st-stop." You begged her, but the thrust of her hips quickened. "No detka, mommy wants to cum. Help make mommy cum."

Her slick mixed with yours, her pussy rubbing on your own sensitive one made you feel crazy. "Fuck sweetheart, mommy's gonna cum! Cum with mommy." With her demand, cum gushed from you leaking onto her pussy, mixing with her own cum.

"Good girl, mommy's so proud of you." She said, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "You think you can give mommy one more? I wanna ride your face." You nodded sloppily.

She slipped off your body, straddling your face. Her slick cunt making contact with your lips. Your tongue slipped past your lips, licking a bold stripe on her pussy. "Fuck, just like that detka."

You swap from weakly licking and sucking on her core, you tried your best but you were so week from your previous orgasms you couldn't keep a steady pace. Wanda pitied you and ordered you to stick your tongue out, grinding her cunt on it. Getting just enough friction to cum. Her cum dripped down your throat, you had never tasted someone as good as her.

"You did so good for me baby, such a good good girl!" Wanda praised. "Thank you mommy." You weakly squeaked.

Wanda laid down next to you, pulling your smaller body into her. Kiss your lips softly, then your forehead. Wanda knew she had to do something about Jarvis, she just had to make you hers so bad! She'd do whatever she had to, just to keep you for herself.

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#. contains! — fem!reader, stepcest, manipulation, mommy kink, fingering, innocence corruption, dumbification, praise.

you watched as your stepmother’s solemn eyes darted between your own. your lips quivered and your chin wobbled in a feeble attempt to choke back the tiny sobs that welled up in the back of your throat and threatened to escape it.

your shoulders were pressed to the soft, padded surface of your headboard, laying on your back aside from your elbows that propped your body up. wanda mirrored you, only she was resting flat on her stomach, her semi-bare legs crossed over as she used her own elbow and wrist to rest her jaw on. she listened with intent after you’d taken her by the hand and asked her to stay with you and talk.

when wanda first came home that evening and found you awaiting her return at the front door, sobs racking your body, she dropped her bags and immediately cupped your cheeks, pulling you into her chest and holding you in a warm embrace. her heart flipped when you showed her the texts between you and your girlfriend, very quickly understanding that you’d been broken up with.

she remained quiet, letting you sob into her arms before she gently placed you onto the couch, covering your body with soft blankets, and with a chaste kiss to your cheek, she promised she’d only be in the kitchen sorting the groceries, and that if you needed anything, just to call her. she returned around twenty-minutes later with two mugs of hot chocolate and a bowl of ice cream that she placed on your lap. she held you close as you watched one of your favorite movies together, planting occasional kisses to your head and scratching at your scalp until you were softly snoring in her arms.

thoughts of taking you while you slept so innocently, so peacefully began to burrow their way inside of wanda as she watched your parted lips blow out small, steady breaths of air and your eyes dart from left to right as you dreamt. she wondered if you’d squirm if she tugged your panties to the side and woke you up knuckles deep inside of your cunt. she pondered the sweet sounds you’d make, if you’d cry and stain your pretty cheeks with your tears. she found herself wondering if you ever dreamt of her, or if you had any icky ones that left you with a dark, wet spot on your panties when you woke up in the morning.

wanda knew it was wrong to think such perverse thoughts about her stepdaughter like that, but you were so young, so pure, so beautiful, wanda couldn’t help but wonder how soft your pussy was, or how supple your tits would feel underneath the palms of her hands.

wanda stood up, pulling your limp body forward and lifted you by the backs of your upper thighs, cradling the back of your head with her other hand, and your arms instinctively wrapped around her shoulders. she carried you up the stairs and to your bedroom, placing you down onto your bed and kissing your temple goodnight. your eyes fluttered open when the cold air hit you as she ascended, and you whined at the loss of contact, reaching out to paw at her wrist to stop her from leaving.

wanda gave into your needy, whiny mumbles and stayed after changing into something a little less tight, positioning herself comfortably on your bed.

“oh, baby. that’s awful. i’m so sorry,” wanda consoled as you explained further about the breakup, rubbing your knee in a soothing, circular motion, drawing light patterns around the bone. her face was contorted into one ridden with pity, but the tiny smile that threatened the corners of her lips said otherwise.

wanda never liked your girlfriend, she always thought that she was a little too rough with you ; distaste filling her when her hand would round your hip and squeeze it while she talked to you, or the crass, uncouth jokes she’d make about your body and how it looked in your clothing. your stepmother always considered her to be rather a brute, and she’d never liked how rough and objectifying she was of you. so, when she heard the news, she couldn’t help but indulge in the small satisfaction that brewed inside of her.

“i think that you’re much better off without her now, moya lyubov.” she said, resting her jaw on her palm. her hand moved from your knee to the skin of your thigh, massaging the soft flesh as she spoke. your eyebrows furrowed at her words and your lips pressed together in slight confusion. wanda smiled and continued. “i do not believe she knew how to treat a sweet girl like you,” your stepmother shook her head, running her tongue along her pink lips before they parted to speak. “i do not think most girls your age do.”

she mumbled that last part, albeit you heard anyway, and you tipped your head to the side and you perked up in your seat inquisitively. you peered at her through glassy eyes, eyebrows kitted together in innocence. “what do you mean, mama?” your voice wavered, rubbing your wet eyelashes on the sleeves of your sweater. wanda quickly realised that you were truly too naive to understand what she was implying. the deep greens of her eyes darkened at the honorific.

“well,” she began, inhaling deeply through her nose. “you deserve somebody.. mature. someone who knows how to take good care of you,” she drawled slowly, allowing her words to sink in as she spoke them. her hand ghosted your hip bone, and you squirmed at the action. your stepmother lifted herself up onto her knees ; the silk, blue slip that she was wearing riding up her creamy thighs and tugging at her bare, full breasts that strained beneath the fabric. she grinned at the twitching of your muscles beneath the pads of her fingers and chuckled. “in all kinds of ways, sweetheart.”

all in one motion, svelte fingers moved from your hip and slipped past the waistband of your sweatpants, drawing tight circles on your clit over the thin, white cotton of your panties.

you whined, squeezing your eyes shut and trapping her hand. “feels…”

“icky?” she interrupted.

you nod, tears filling your eyes.

“i know, baby. i know.” she coos. “it’s okay now, mommy’s here. i’ll take good care of you.” wanda tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and applied greater pressure to your clit. she could feel your pussy throb beneath her touches, and she couldn’t help the groan she let slip between her gritted teeth.“tell mommy what you need.”

you cry out, your hips bucking against the pad of her thumb. “please mommy, need you to… need you inside.” you whine. your stepmother’s fingers finally slipped into your panties, running two along your labia and slipping them between your soft folds, exploring the wetness that lay there. she rubbed gentle, slow circles on your little bundle of nerves, continuing her ministrations there as she used her middle finger to encircle your tight hole.

“inside where, honey?” wanda pressed, her free hand reaching out to rub soothing circles on your leg. her tone was saccharine and she spoke slowly ; drawling her words into nothing short of a whisper. you swallow thickly at the question, taking a moment to compose yourself and gulp down deeper breaths before you spoke.

“ahh— d-down there, mommy.” you pouted, pointing between your legs where her hand was, to your pussy that fluttered and clenched around nothing. “please, it hurts…”

wanda smiled down at you, the sight of your flushed cheeks and eyes squeezed shut making her swoon. “i see… you want mommy’s fingers inside of your pretty parts? is that what you want?” you eagerly nod, cheeks burning in embarrassment. wanda hums. you’d never heard your stepmother speak in such a sultry manner before, the sound of her voice causing you to shrink slightly in your position, your chest heaving. “mama…”

“i want to hear you say it.” wanda ordered, delivering a soft slap to your thigh. you jerked, her fingers nudging your puffy slit in the process.

“i want your fingers inside so bad, mama, please.” you gulp, wriggling your hips in a feeble attempt to seek more pressure. wanda awed at the action and wasted no time in swiftly slipping two fingers inside of you, pushing them inside the tight walls of your cunt. your hands reached out to paw at the locks of her dirty blonde hair as you gasped at the intrusion.

“you’re such a good girl.” your stepmother praised, her voiced honeyed and high-pitched. it made your head spin. “tell me, did she ever touch you like this sweetheart?” wanda said, eyebrows knitting together as she awaited your response. you both knew what she meant ; who she meant. your tried to reply, but mama’s fingers were filling you up so deliciously that it was hard to focus on anything else.

you shook your head, mouth still agape at the stretch of her fingers. wanda grinned, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. “no? mommy’s the only one? mommy’s fingers are the first that’ve ever stuffed you all nice and full?” she began to move her fingers and they pumped inside with ease, your cunt becoming quickly accustomed to the feeling.

you groaned at her words. “mama’s the only one,” you repeated, beginning to fall short of coherence as your head clouded and spun and fuzzed.

“good.” she said. “mommy knows how to make your pussy feel all nice and tingly, hm?” wanda’s movements sped up, provoked by the words that she mumbled between soft, focused grunts. “you don’t need anybody else, do you, y/n? just mommy?” your puffy clit pulsated under her thumb, the warm, soft walls of your cunt hugging her fingers with each thrust. you nodded your head in response, your head feeling entirely too empty to murmur any more than just a few words.

“uh-huh,” you slurred, your hands tugging wanda everywhere ; the hair at the nape of her neck, her shoulders, the soft fabric of her slip. the knot in your stomach tightened by the second with the combination of wanda’s fingers slipping in and out of you, curling them every time she entered and the pressure she delivered to your clit. “just mommy…”

“uh-huh.” she mocked with a pout, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear. “that’s right. such a clever girl.” you panted at her words, your head thick and thoughts heavy in your brain. “look at you.. you can barely speak, honey! is mommy making you feel like this? all hot and bothered?” she mumbled, cooing when your head fell forward to rest on her collarbone. “do mommy’s fingers just feel so good?”

wanda beamed with pride when you finally broke ; a flurry of barely-coherent words leaving your lips, mumbling out scattered answers to all of her questions. “so good, mommy, feels so good.. please mama, i feel all tight, think m’ gonna come!”

she tutted at your words, stroking the hair on the back of your head in soft motions. you buried your face into her further. “oh, sweetie… did you think that up all by yourself?” she spoke with a pout. she sounded condescending, her tone laced with soft velvet that made you nod eagerly, clenching your cunt down around wanda’s fingers. you were sure you’d let go any minute, the knot in your stomach quickly unravelling as your body trembled.

“innocent little girls like you aren’t supposed to think such big thoughts like that, honey! that’s what mommies are for.” your eyebrows furrow at her comment, and wanda feels it against her skin. “i know it’s so hard to comprehend, especially when your brain is all nice and floaty, but this is normal, bunny.” wanda cooed into your ear. any thoughts of turmoil were quickly wiped from your head as you let out a moan in disbelief when you felt the pressure of a third finger slip inside, three of her digits now thrusting gently into your cunt.

“ah! so full, mama.” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you grabbed handfuls of her slip. she reached down, whispering “shh, shh, shhh,” as she tugged your wet underwear down to your knees allowing herself full access to you. her eyes were fixed on your little cunt and the way it stretched so perfectly around her fingers, her thumb drawing wet, slippery circles on your clit that pulsed and twitched at the contact. she bit her lip and spread your pussy lips apart, allowing herself a better view.

wanda grinned at the sight of your tits bouncing with each harsh thrust, your hardened nipples peeking out from beneath the thin shirt you wore. she was rather pleased that you’d chosen to go braless.

“i want to see you touch your tits, honey. can you do that for me? can you stroke your tits for mommy?” wanda suddenly proposed, humming inbetween sentences. her words were crude and filthy, and it made the tips of your ears burn. you hadn’t known your stepmother was so dirty, hiding her desires with gentle touches and caste kisses to your cheek. she was always so tender with you ; tucking your hair behind your ear neatly and pulling you into long hugs with the same delicate hands that were knuckles deep inside of your cunt, plummeting in and out with fervor.

you whimper but obey, slipping your hands beneath your shirt and palm at the soft skin there. you began to squeeze the tender flesh, and wanda sighed and frowned as she pulled your hands out from the shirt and roughly tugged it up so that the fabric rested above your breasts. “such a brainless girl,” she scolded, accentuating her words with a harsh curl of her fingers making your body jolt forward. “mommy wants to see.”

you hardly recognised yourself as you stared back at her ; glassy eyed, your pussy leaking onto wanda’s hand and soaking her fingers sodden, your mouth agape as you dumbly nod in response. your hands reach for your breasts again, your nipples hard and perky due to the exposure of the cold air in the room, and begin to massage them hesitantly. your cheeks flushed red and you looked to your stepmother for reassurance who granted you with a saccharine smile and a nod, encouraging you to give the soft mounds an extra-harsh squeeze. your eyes flutter closed and you moan out softly at the feeling, making wanda awe at you.

“you look so pretty, baby. mommy’s pretty little girl,” she admired. you felt as if you were going to explode, your pussy clenching so hard around wanda’s fingers that they struggled to move. the knot in your stomach was near to unbearable, taking deep and steady breaths to calm yourself down. wanda’s palm pressed down on your belly, and a gush of arousal leaked from your cunt. she gasped exaggeratedly and it made your face warm up.

you used your thumb to tug and pinch at your nipples, the action sending another wave out of you, wetting wanda’s hand in the process. “your pretty pussy’s all leaky, sweetheart!” wanda chimed, as if you weren’t well aware of what was happening. “you must be so close, hmm?” she brushed your sweaty hair from your forehead and pushed down on your lower stomach harder. you squealed and nodded, squirming in her lap as another drop of wetness met her hand.

“are you going to cum?” she finally relented, angling her hand so that she could rub your clit while she fingered you. tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of finally letting go after holding on for such a painful amount of time, just to please mommy, and you found yourself burying your head into the valley of wanda’s breasts. you inhaled the all-familiar sweet scent of her perfume. the same perfume you’d smell when you greeted your stepmother when she arrived home from work, the same perfume you’d wake up to when she leaned over you and kissed your forehead.

“so close, mommy,” was all you could muster, your voice muffled, albeit wanda understood anyway. mama always understood.

with one last gentle curl of her fingers, the tips of them rubbing against your g-spot, she shushed you gently, cradling the back of your head as you let out tiny sobs into her chest. “come for mama, baby, it’s okay. make mommy’s fingers all wet and sticky, honey.” your pussy squeezed her fingers as your body convulsed, your thighs twitching before you finally fell over the edge and apart in her arms, your cries muffled by her slip.

“such a good girl for me, you did so well, sweetie!” wanda praised, taking you soothingly through your orgasm and waiting until you came down completely to slip her fingers from your pussy and wipe away your tears with the backs of her hands. “mommy’s pretty princess. you make me so proud,” she whispered and swayed you in her lap, rubbing your back in large soothing circles until your sniffles were silenced into soft snores.

you couldn’t help but fall asleep in the gentle care of your stepmother. you were so loved by wanda, you knew that — even if she slipped her fingers back inside of your sensitive cunt as you slept ; keeping you all stretched out, forcing a few more orgasms out of you. you knew that it didn’t matter what she did, because wanda loved you, and a love as deep as your stepmother’s couldn’t possibly be wrong.

heavenly . . .

#. summary! — during a week-long girls trip, wanda found herself yearning for you entirely too much. after deciding to take it into her own hands and cutting it short, she found herself unable to resist you.

#. contains! — d/s dynamic, mommy kink, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, dumbification, forced submission, finger sucking, pussy slapping, dry humping, fingering, dacryphilia, praise, aftercare, breast sucking

soft, red strands of hair woke you from your slumber, the silky locks tickling the skin of your cheek as they brushed against it. your eyelashes fluttered and you rubbed at your cloudy eyes, glancing at the digital clock that sat on your bedside table. 2:14 am, the numbers read, and you frowned at the time as best as you could.

you were on your stomach, your face pressed flush against the soft pillows beneath your head. it was a little hard for you to see; with your cheek squished up and your movement restricted, but you were almost certain that the strange pressure you felt on the curve of your back, traveling down to the base of your spine, wasn’t imaginary.

the saccharine, soft, throaty sound of wanda’s voice suddenly filled your ears and concluded your conspiracies, pulling you from your thoughts and causing all of the muscles in your body to loosen; a small gasp escaping your lips.

you breathed deeply, lost in a state of drowsiness, teetering between reality and your subconscious. you weren’t sure if you were dreaming, since you were sure that she wasn’t supposed to be back from her trip yet, but you called out anyway, just in case. “mama?”

wanda smiled at the sound of your voice, a voice she’d missed oh, so much while she was away. “well, mommy would be rather upset if it were anybody else,“ she responded jocularly, breathing a small laugh from her nose. “hello, my sweet little girl. i missed you.”

“mommy!” you exclaimed excitedly once you’d realized you were, in fact, not dreaming. “you’re back so soon!”

it was true, wanda had arrived home three days earlier from her girls trip than she had anticipated, in the principle of missing you dreadfully. although she was in contact with you, checking up on you daily and nightly, making sure you’d eaten and taken care of yourself properly, she couldn’t pry the desperation she felt to be with you, to take care of you, to feel you.

so, with a rather lousy explanation to the fellow girls there that she was feeling rather unwell, and that she should probably head home in case of spreading it, she packed her bags and left for the night. she didn’t arrive home until the early hours of the morning, and by then, the brewing anticipation of seeing you had corrupted her of any sensical resistance.

your attempt to shift in your position was cut rather short when one of wanda’s palms pressed firmly between your shoulders, keeping you pushed down against the mattress. her fingers played with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck, dancing along your skin with delicacy.

“mama…?” you repeated, this time, your voice laced with uncertainty. panic began to rise as the pressure progressively increased, and it was only when you heard wanda groan out that you slowly began to understand what she was doing. she was grinding her sticky pussy into your ass while you slept.

“shh,” wanda whispered, a hand creeping between your unclothed thighs and sliding along the smooth skin there. “quiet, bunny. mommy's just gonna touch you...” she purred slowly, almost innocently, dragging her words and petting your hair with the hand that was idly resting between your shoulders.

you glanced at the clock. it was late, very late, and you squirmed at the thought of how tired you would be when you’d wake up the next morning. the idea of being used by wanda sent a strange, tingly feeling to the pit of your stomach, your head spinning with uncertainty. “mama, please. another night, we can…” you slurred sleepily, but wanda only interrupted.

“so soft… so pretty,” wanda murmured, your pleas falling on deaf ears. she was still stroking your thighs, sighing out in complete infatuation. “mommy’s pretty girl.” she was speaking slowly, sweetly, and it was enough to flip the switch in your mind that turned it off completely.

you wanted to protest. you wanted to tell mommy that you were too tired, that it was too late, and that she could do this another time, but you couldn’t find the words, nor could you speak them, even when your parted lips were moving in feeble attempts to talk. so, you resorted to communicating with your body; squeezing your thighs shut to deprive wanda any further access to you.

wanda sighed at your disobedience, clearly disappointed with your protests, and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. she gripped the backs of your inner thighs with her palms, taking handfuls of them and spreading them apart. she knelt between them, keeping them open, and then raised her hand and slapped your pussy with her palm. she was met with a small squeal, your hips squirming in a feeble attempt to get away.

“stop fighting mommy, you’re being selfish. mama needs this.” wanda soft cooed, green eyes boring holes into the back of your head. you buried your face into the soft, stuffed animal that you slept with, and let out a choked sob in defeat. your body loosened, hips rolling and bucking towards her touches when two fingers begin to rub your slit through your panties. wanda smiled in succession.

“there’s my good girl," she gushed proudly at your submission. "mommy’s sweet, obedient girl. just let mama use you." she cooed, and you find yourself nodding into the stuffed toy, your head so unclear that you brush your fingers against the soft fur to bring yourself back to reality.

wanda’s hips had stopped moving a while ago, but she didn’t seem to mind; too busy awing at the submission that she’d managed to force out of you. your pussy throbbed and pulsated against the fabric of your panties, and she must’ve felt it as she chuckled, her fingers departing from your cunt only to drag a long, muffled whine out of you.

your glassy eyes were squeezed shut, hips rutting against nothing. you were gone, only after just a few minutes, barely able to form a sentence or even think of the right words to say. wanda had dwindled you down into nothing short of an incoherent mess, and she was loving it.

you lifted your face from the stuffed animal and tried to speak, but all that escaped your throat was a gargled moan.

“is there something that you need, bunny?” wanda asked, attentively running the tip of her middle finger along the length of your pussy. you whined at the delicacy of her strokes, your hands reaching backward to grab onto her, any part of her that you could, and this time, she let you. “tell mommy. tell mommy what you need.”

you attempt to gather your thoughts and inhale a shaky breath, your heart beating so fast and so heavily that it felt like it was stuck in your throat. you didn’t need anything, all you wanted was to sleep, to continue this another time, but the surety that wanda’s words held began to force you to second-guess yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in confusion.

“no - don’t want…” you begin, but your thoughts were quickly knocked from your brain when she slapped your cunt once more, the palm of her hand connecting with your puffy clit. “mommy, that hurts!” you hiss, your voice hoarse and broken.

wanda merely dismissed you, pushing you further. “tell me what my little girl needs. you can do it, be a good girl and tell mama.”

you’re sobbing now, overwhelmed with emotions and mixed feelings and as if a broken dam, a flurry of words wash over you, leaving your mouth faster than you can even think. “need you to touch me so, so badly mama! please help, it hurts,” you plead, strings of scattered words flowing from you. your words were true, partly.

wanda huma and strokes your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear. “oh… but i thought you didn’t want mommy to touch you?” she responds sweetly, repressing a smirk. green eyes gawped the way your throat bobbed and your tears soaked the soft plush of the stuffed toy. “i thought you were begging mommy not to? to wait until tomorrow? hm?

you’re feeling so hot, the tips of your ears burning along with your rosy painted cheeks, your hands grabbing all over wanda, anywhere you could reach. it was all too much, and you couldn’t help but wriggle your hips and mewl at the overwhelming feeling.

“n-no! mommy…” you mumble, face scolding with embarrassment. begging wanda for the one thing you didn’t want.

wanda retracts her hand from your hair, tapping her chin in thought. “no? you didn't? but you seemed so sure just a minute ago! what happened to my sweet girl?” she pitied, eyebrows furrowing in feign confusion.

a flood of arousal leaked from your cunt at her words, coating her fingers through the fabric. a small, condescending gasp escaped her lips as she felt it, and as soon as you tried to bury your face away again, she quickly manoeuvred you so that you were on your back, facing her.

“oh bunny, you’re soaked…” wanda keened, eyes dark and twinkling in awe, pulling your panties to the side to allow herself a better view. “so wet for mommy. even when you don’t wanna be touched.” wanda continued, biting her lip as she stroked a wet thumb over your clit.

you whined, your hips rising to meet her touch. the ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, your clit twitching with every stroke, your tight walls clenching around nothing. wanda’s words were playing tricks on your mind, planting seeds of doubt and smiling as she watched them bloom.

“this is why mommy knows best,” wanda spoke slowly, spreading the wetness from your labia around your swollen bundle of nerves. she never stopped speaking, stopped toying with your head, cocooning you in a blanket of self-doubt and dependance. “little girls like you can’t possibly think for themselves. they let their mommies do it.”

and when she knew she’d finally broken you, when a small, soft whimper fell from your lips along with a meek, “mommy,” she relished.

“mommy’s here, it’s okay, bunny.” wanda purred, pulling you forward into her chest. “i bet you're all hot and sticky down there, hm? need my help?” she asked, voice honeyed and sweet and sickly, coating your mind in a sticky dew.

you nod desperately, your hips bucking into the pad of wanda’s finger that was resting idly on your twitching clit. you gulped, lost in fixation, your eyes feasting upon every inch of her face. the lines beside her eyes when she smiled, her pink lips, her rosy cheeks. the soft, red hair that defined her porcelain face which smelt of strawberries that draped over her shoulders.

wanda bit her lip in thought, pausing for a moment. a few beats of silence passed, only your soft pants and the sticky sound of wanda’s fingers spreading your own wetness onto your clit to be heard in the shadows of your room. she brought her fingers to your mouth and tapped your lips gently a few times.

“open up. mama wants you to suck her fingers before she forces them into your pretty pussy.” she instructed, and your cheeks flushed at her dirty words. you instantly obeyed, despite how filthy — how wrong, nodding dumbly and taking svelte fingers into your mouth, feeling how they rested heavily on your tongue.

you stared into the older woman’s eyes with your own, your tongue swirling around her now-sodden digits eagerly. she groaned at the feeling, her bottom teeth displaying themselves when her jaw jutted out in arousal. you whimpered when her fingers were eventually released from between your swollen lips, and in one swift movement, slid seamlessly into your soaked pussy.

you choked on a gasp at the feeling of finally being filled up by her, your eyes squeezing shut and your hands reaching over her shoulders to clutch at the soft, red hair that cascaded down her back, squeezing at the silky hair gently. “oh! mama,” you squeal, shuddering as you feel her fingers begin to pump in and out of you.

in the time wanda was away, she’d set a rule that you weren’t to touch yourself in the time that she was gone, and to wait until she was back to do so. she was absent for almost an entire week, and the deprivation of any stimulation only heightened your senses, so much that it sent you flying into the deepest headspace.

wanda purred, “i know, baby. mommy knows. it feels so good, doesn’t it?” she doesn’t expect a response, but when you nod your head slightly, glazed eyes staring up at her, she hums pleasantly. “yeah? you feel all nice and full, full of mommy?” she spoke, softly caressing your cheek with her knuckles.

“so full, mommy…” you mumble, and although she could barely hear it, wanda paused in deep thought. she curled her fingers when they dipped inside you, the tips of them brushing against your g-spot.

“one day…” she began, pausing as if lost in contemplation, the corners of her lips turning upward into a smirk. “it’ll be mommy’s cock.” she declared, pushing a second finger inside, forcing you to see stars. “how do you feel about that, my angel?”

you shiver, the coil in your belly tightening at the explicit sound of her words. they wrapped around your head like a spell, entering your ears and travelling down to the pit of your stomach, a trickle of arousal leaking from your pussy. wanda groaned, the knuckles of her fingers hitting your puffy folds each time she expertly thrusted them inside.

“god, you’re taking me so well, baby. mommy’s good girl, my special princess.” she praised, and you happily basked in her words of encouragement. “i bet you feel so full, huh?”

you could only slur out half of an incoherent sentence in response. it was all so much, enough to make your head swim and pool and spin.

“hm… i wonder if my sweet little girl could take another,” she debated aloud, before redirecting her attention to you. “do you think you can be a good girl and take one more for mommy?” she smiled, pawing at your slit with a third finger anyway as her thumb reached up to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

you moaned at the feeling and shook your head in protest. it was all happening so fast, and you were still so sensitive, and the thought of taking any more was entirely too much for you right now.

but the redhead persevered regardless, wiping away a strand of sweaty hair that clung to your forehead. “you can take it, i know you can.” she said. "let’s stretch you out, hm? nice and full for mommy..."

“mama, no… can’t take it, n-no thank you.” you interrupted, pleading again in feeble protest, grabbing weakly at her wrist between your thighs. the tip of wanda’s third finger began to slowly ease inside albeit, the next few words leaving her lips forcing a wave of arousal to leak from your pussy and onto her hand.

“that’s it, princess. big stretch,” she lulled, dragging out the word ‘big’ as she began easing a third inside, meeting the tight walls of your cunt that coated her fingers entirely in slick.

she beamed in pride when you took it with no more than a long cry, burying your face into her shoulder. it was so overwhelming, and you felt so full, and all you wanted to do was cry into mommy’s arms, and so you did. you sobbed, repeating small, muffled “mommy”s as if the title were a mantra, your breath getting caught in your throat with each deep, long stroke. wanda reveled in the sight, breaking you down completely, crumbling your independence, only to piece you back together again.

“that’s it, angel. taking all of my fingers like such a big girl! it’s okay, let it all out for mama,” she purred, kissing the top of your head. she was touching every wall of your pussy, exploring every inch, and with the pressure in your lower stomach rapidly tightening, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. you sniffled, pulling your face away from her shoulder, and looked up at her with wide, glassy eyes.

“m-mommy… feeling really tight—!” you warned, but wanda knew that already; she could feel every tighten of your pussy around her fingers, the twitching of your clit as you convulsed.

“oh, you are? is my princess going to be a big girl and come all over mama’s fingers?” wanda asked innocently. “gonna make them all messy with your cum, honey?”

her words forced a throaty whimper from you, your cunt fluttering and leaking all over her palm. your hips twitched as you waited and waited for wanda’s permission — for an indication of any kind, but there was none.

“mommy, please! don’t think i can hold it!” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut in pure desperation. you were so tight, so close.

wanda kept up her steady pace, curling her fingers inside and stroking your g-spot with each languid thrust as she rubbed circles on your puffy bundle of nerves. with her free hand, suddenly she reached up and tugged at her shirt, pulling down the fabric to reveal supple, creamy breasts; her pink, perky nipples pebbled due to the cold air.

you licked your lips instinctively, and wanda beamed. “mommy wants you to suck on her nipples while you come. can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

you nodded dumbly, and rather eagerly, lightheaded and dizzy and so, so close, immediately latching onto the hardened nipple as soon as she guided your head towards it.

wanda groaned, tugging her lower lip between her teeth. “that’s it, i know you’re so close baby, it’s okay. come for mama, angel, make mommy’s fingers all wet and sticky.” you cupped the soft flesh in your palm, and as you saw wanda strum her neglected nipple with her thumb, it was enough to finally send you over the edge.

you saw stars, your hips jerking as you cried out against her breast, walls tightening around her persistent fingers. she rode you through your orgasm, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you came down before finally parting from you, weaving her fingers through your hair to pull you away from her chest. she kissed your lips and your forehead, your cheeks, and your head, checking you over to see if you were feeling okay.

she gently laid you down on top of her, your cheek pressed to her bare breast, and hers pressed to your head. she rubbed soothing, wide circles on your back, humming a tune as she did so. “mommy really did miss you so much when she was gone, my angel.” wanda smiled, tucking a few baby hairs behind your ear. “i love you very much. you did so well for me tonight, made mommy really proud.” she hummed, kissing your skin softly.

you nestled further into her, if that was possible, smiling pridefully at the praise from Wanda. you kissed her breast, just beside her nipple, and murmured a quick, “i love you, mommy,” before latching on once again, reveling in the feeling of being so close to her.

wanda chuckled through her nose, scratching softly at your scalp as she held your head in place. “mama loves you very much too, princess.” she stated, planting one last kiss on your head.

“m’ really glad you came back early,” you mumbled, half asleep.

wanda nodded. “me too.”

「 ✦ Take Me To Bed ✦ 」

relationship: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: oral (r receiving), pet names, mentions of subspace, breastplay, light degradation (r receiving), praise (r receiving), oral fixation, nonverbal r, cuddling, aftercare, tickling, mommy kink.

words: 161

18+, minors & men dni

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wanda's tongue hovered over your bud, she flicked and abused your nipple with her mouth. taking the other in her hand, tracing light circles around it. "bunny, stay still" wanda grunted, feeling you twist below her.

you were trying your best to stay still but it was so damn hard with all wanda was doing to your body. "bunny, i thought i said to let me do all the thinking. i don't want you worrying your pretty little head about anything. just focus on my lips, baby." wanda sighed, seeing your spaced out eyes.

god, you were so perfect and she just wanted to treat her little baby with caution but the other, darker part of her wanted to use her fucktoy and fuck you deeper into subspace.

your shaky breaths brought her back, you were so cute. she smirked when she saw you biting your lip to stiffle your moans, "baby, i wanna hear you" she groaned, bringing her hand up to your lip. parting the two with a swipe of her thumb. you took this as a sign to suck on it.

you had an oral fixation and wanda loved it, she loved using your pretty little mouth. she felt your tongue wrap around her finger but she had other plans. "bunny, can i get my finger back, pretty girl? hm?" wanda cooed. your tongue spat out her finger. she chuckled softly "such a good girl!" wanda praised, her hands running down your sides.

her touches light as a feather, it sent a chill down your spine. your eyes fixated on her breasts. wanda smiled, seeing your glossy eyes stuck on her chest. "is there something you want, bunny?" wanda raised an eyebrow. your eyes still on your girlfriend's chest. 

wanda's gaze soften, realizing how deep you might be in subspace. wanda rested a hand on your cheek, "hey pretty girl, can you use your words for me? show mommy that you can use your words, babygirl" wanda whispered against you.

no response fills the silence, wanda's hand scratches your scalp. you sigh softly, as she shifts on the bed, pulling you against her chest. "we're done playing right now, bunny. you were so good for me, baby." wanda leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

wanda didn't want to push your boundaries so she decided this was a good place to stop for tonight. you were her best girl and she loves you more than you'll ever know.

you nuzzled your head against her chest, burying your face in the crook of her neck. this warmed wanda's heart, to see your clinginess. how you want to be closer to her- even though it wasn't physically possible.

wanda sighed softly, in contempt. everything was perfect, she had her girl in her arms and in her favorite headspace.

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wanda's tongue swiped her finger as she turned to the next page in her book. her finger pushed up her reading glasses. you shuffled in her arms, you eyes fluttered against her. your head rose from her neck. wanda smiled at your sleepy demeanor, as you brought your hands up to rub your eyes. you yawned softly.  “ah, ah, ah! that's not good for your eyes, bunnny.” wanda spoke, you pouted in response. “come on baby, don't want you to damage your eyes.” wanda groaned. 

your pout faded, replaced with a goofy grin. wanda raised a hand to give you head scratches. you sighed softly against her. wanda picked up her book mark, marking where she left off and placed her book down on her nightstand. “what's got you smiling, my baby?” wanda hummed. 

“you! you look so adorable with your little reading glasses and your book!” you giggled. “oh? am i the cute one, bunny?” wanda cooed, her hands finding their way to your sides. her fingers started to tickle you. you squirmed on her “mommy! mommy! stop mommy- that tickles!!” you giggled. “am i not being adorable anymore detka?” wanda smirked, seeing you squirm on top of you. 

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wanda's masterlist

Wanda making you beg, thrusting her strap harder into you when you start to whimper. Her hands gripping your waist tightly from behind while you bury your face into a pillow, the weight of one of her hands against the back of your head causing you to grind against her strap. She doesn't let you cum until your voice is hoarse, your words bordering on a whine as you beg her to give you some sort of release.