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#mommy!wanda
angelanderson · 2 days
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give you what you need
— w. maximoff ☆ her girl au
with only one thing that could fix your morning, both you and wanda are desperate. you know your mommy will usually give you what you want… you just have to ask.
first extra for the her girl series!!I while wanda does have mostly unmentioned powers still, it is very much an au. all fluff (this time) MINORS DNI. cw: inherently unhealthy dynamics due to the nature of this series, finger sucking, mention of (past) spanking, soft dark mommy!wanda. mostly comfort!!!! edited-ish. *not an ageplay series*
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tapping her freshly manicured nails on the counter, wanda watches you like a hawk as you contemplate your next move. the witch has been dreading your impending meltdown since she woke up her grumpy girl this morning. it took a promise of blueberry pancakes for breakfast for you to verbalize that your issue was a poor night’s worth of sleep. unfortunately for the older woman, pancakes didn’t bring up your mood, nor did an offering of a relaxing bubble bath, one of your favorite times things.
tears threaten to spill down your checks as you try to soothe yourself. no longer wanting to sit by wanda, you’ve found the cool kitchen tiles to be more appealing. usually, you always want your mommy, especially when you’re upset, but the sheer exhaustion you feel has you acting out. no amount of appealing offers from the woman has been enough to placid you.
wanda gives it five more minutes before she steps in again; she can’t bear to see you like this. she approaches you as if you’re some wild animal that’s afraid. “dorogaya, why don’t you come with mommy, hmm? let’s fix those tears”, her voice comes out sweet as honey.
you’ve been so stubborn all morning, but the way wanda is looking at you is making your façade slowly slip. worrying at your bottom lip, you weigh your options— you know from past experience that she is not afraid to make you give in. thirty more seconds pass before you make your way into her arms, giving into her. you can faintly here her whisper how you’re a good girl as your shove your face into her shoulder.
as wanda tries to coax you out of her shoulder, she notices that you’ve shoved some of your fingers past your lips. since the day you met, even in your previous life as equals in a relationship, she has been trying to break you of the habit. “oh dove, what has mommy said about sucking on your fingers?”
“that ‘m not supposed to,” you messily say as you continue to refuse to remove them from your mouth. ever since you could remember, which was not much now, you’ve found comfort in self-soothing by having something in your mouth.
tsking, the witch gently coaxes your fingers out of your mouth. she ignores the cry you let out— how could she be a good mommy if she wasn’t consistent with you? she doesn’t let you pitch the fit she knows is coming. “dorogaya, come upstairs now. maybe mommy will let you get cozy in her bed, hmm?” even with sweetness, her tone leaves no room for argument.
it’s rare for her to go against her usual protocols; it’s how she keeps you in check. unbeknownst to you, wanda is willing to give into what she knows you secretly want if there’s a chance it’ll change your mood. when you’re grumpy, you’re grumpy. however, the almost promise of being able to nap in wanda’s room has your brain spinning enough that you don’t argue as she leads you to the stairs. so busy reeling with excitement, you don’t hear her sighs of relief as you two walk up together.
wanting to show your mommy that you can be her good girl again, you wait by her bedroom door, albeit antsy as you wait for her to catch up. you have quickly learned to mind not entering her bedroom or study without explicit permission. it only took two spankings that ended in loud cries to cement the rule in your brain. wanda clearly notices your commitment to her rules as she reaches the top. proudness fills her chest as she realizes how far you’ve both come from the start of this new life.
the soft smile gracing her lips has you like putty in her hands— you love nothing more than pleasing her. you eagerly let her guide you into her bedroom. you don’t pay much mind as she finds some new clothes for you to wear; she has a rule against dirty clothes in bed. while you haven’t been outside to play yet, your pajama top is tear stained and has a dash of dried pancake batter. you decide on the white chair in the corner as your place to perch until she’s ready for you.
too into your own world, your fingers find their way back into your mouth. your sudden push back into reality is caused by wanda’s grip on your wrist. your head snaps up to meet wanda’s cocked eyebrow; she’s not amused. while you let wanda remove your hand, you still let out a pitiful whine to let her know you’re not happy. wanda chooses to acknowledge it this time.
“less whining, milaya”, she scolds you. her hand reaches up getting ready to pull your top off. instead of letting wanda change your top, you impulsively slap her hand away.
you regret the second your hand makes contact with her hand. a red glow fills her eyes before you can even think about stuttering out an apology. as soon as the glow consumed her, it ends. a feat that has you feeling emotional whipslash. she beats you at another chance to speak first.
“mommy knows you’re only acting out because you’re tired, isn’t that right, milaya?” her grip tightens on your wrist as she speaks lowkey, “so mommy knows that you’re going to act right starting now. isn’t that right?”
that’s when it hits you: you’ve pushed wanda over the edge today. you know just how mean your mommy can be when you don’t listen. you immediately agree with her, “‘m really sorry! promise it!” to prove your point, your arms reach over your shoulders to quickly take off your shirt. wanda’s hum of approval lets you know you’re back in the clear… for now.
you let wanda change you like a doll after that— you’ll do anything to avoid the red glow from coming back. lucky for you, she grabbed the sweater you always nuzzle your face into when she wears it. it’s another not-so-noticeable way she’s helping keep you manageable this late morning. the soft texture keeps you like putty in her hands as she lays you down in her cloud-like bed. you’ve always been a sucker for soft things.
“my sweet girl, doing so good for me now,” the older woman coos out. feeling the bed dip, you move over some so she can rest with you. your haze filled mind has you reeling in the extra praise. when you don’t reply, wanda gets the hint about how floaty you’re feeling, “okay milaya, let’s rest now, hmm? mommy’s here with you.”
you nuzzle your way into her arms, letting her know you’re in agreement with her. you stay that way for a solid five minutes as she rubs your back in gentle circles. the sixth minute is when your need for a specific comfort comes back. you look back and forth between wanda and your fingers. so shyly, you finally speak up, “…mommy? um, i want some fingers?” you add on, “please!”
wanda doesn’t understand at first. she isn’t sure why you’d be horny right now— you never are after being reprimanded where her red glow comes out. she sighs, “not right now. maybe mommy’ll fuck you later tonight if you can be good for me.”
the look on your face let’s her know that is not what you meant. it takes all but two more seconds for it to click: you want something back in your mouth. wanda knows the tears that would come had she said no. the reprimanding is silly anyways, she thinks. while your oral fixation is only a newer appearance, she’s sure it can’t hurt for now. she would much rather save her energy for when truly you’re acting out, anyways. so she agrees, “yes, you may. such a silly rule anyways, hmm? you’re being my good girl.”
the praise has you craving something different: her fingers. it’s not something you’ve shown interest in before. but in your hazy state nothing sounds more comforting. what’s not to like? it’s attention for your mommy and a fix to your need.
the haziness makes it hard for the words to spill out of your lips. the mix of frustration over it and exhaustion have you teetering towards irritation again. wanda can see it in the way you scrunch up your face. always your savior, she steps in. “hush, dove. take a deep breath and try again.”
“i, um— i want your fingers. please!” you rush the words out so quickly that wanda almost doesn’t catch it. you’re still getting used to asking for what you what without being shy about it. while she typically would make you slow down, she can’t deny you any longer.
“well, since you said please”, she teases you. she mentally rolls her eyes at the huff you let out at her teasing.
you don’t have any time to make a quick remark back as two manicured fingers find their way to your bottom lip, slowing tracing it. a full drowsiness takes over your body. you quickly part your lips, welcoming her to stop the teasing. luckily, she gets your hint as she lets her fingers past your cherry lips. a wave of comfort comes over you as you wrap your lips around her fingers.
every sucking motion has you falling deeper and deeper into your cozy headspace. the exhaustion no longer feels world ending; it’s less overwhelming now. the comfort you’ve been craving all morning has finally found its way to you. everything she gives you just makes you feel so good!
being the good girl you are, you decide it’s only polite to thank her. after all, wanda does like it best when you mind your manners. “thank you ‘ommy”, you try to thank her, but the words come out messy due to the fingers in your mouth.
“don’t talk with things in your mouth. it’s not polite,” even with you being sweet, she just can’t help but tease you. she giggles when you whine in response. “okay, okay. i’m sorry, baby. let’s get you to sleep now, hmm?”
she sushes your whine, instead going to play with your hair the way she knows you like. wanda internally cheers as your eyes start to flutter shut. the grip of your lips on her fingers starts to loosen as the next few minutes go on. she can’t get herself to start her other tasks when you just look so adorable for her. she allows herself to stay until your breathing has completely evened.
had you been awake, you would see a flurry of red hair moving as slow as possible in order to not wake you. she can’t help but sneak a kiss on your forehead before she leaves her bedroom in order to go to pick some of the fresh fruit you’re obsessed with from the garden as a snack for later. a whisper fills the air as she slowly closes the door behind her, “silly girl, you just have to ask. you know mommy likes to give you what you want when you’re behaving.”
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wandasfawn · 2 months
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heavenly . . .
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#. 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
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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.”
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witchywandaaa · 3 months
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𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘝𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯?
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘧!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟭.𝟰𝗸
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You took everyone’s eyes with the sway of your hips, your beauty, and your seductive expressions, everyone wanted you. Even with the job you did for a living, it was like no one could have you, you always remained mysterious and untouchable even to those to whom you provided intimate services. It was almost like you were untraceable, no one knew who you really were, they just knew you by the nickname 'Stargirl'. A nickname given to you by your boss Wayne. Wayne was a strange man, but he cared deeply about his girls, and you were one of them. Perhaps it was because you and the other girls were the ones who were funding his cocaine addiction and his son's college tuition.
Tonight, you made your appearance after days of not working at the club. You had an important event to go to, that's all people knew. As you walked off the stage, eyes followed you, guys trying to get past to ask you for a private dance, and potentially more, however, the muscular man dressed in black shades prevented them. "She's not doing private dances tonight, move along," He said.
As you made your way to the bar to take over Valerie’s shift, you noticed a woman with short hair, piercing green eyes, and tense shoulders, sitting, with a beer in hand and a wedding ring glimmering. Who was this? Why was she here? She was the odd one out in a crowd of unattractive men and very few women. She looked out of place, flung out of space. You were intrigued by her, she was so different from your normal group of customers, perhaps she was here for a bachelorette party?
You tended the other customers, but you felt her eyes on you throughout. When you glanced at her, she looked away nervously, her fingertips fidgeted with the wedding band as she looked around the club. Just then, her phone rang, and sighed as she saw the caller ID; she picked it up.
“Hi- yeah I’ll pick up the boys from Agatha’s in the morning.” She spoke, her voice highlighted exhaustion. “No- I’ll make sure to pick them up earlier. Okay, bye” After the call ended, she took a large sip of her beer. The call caused more questions to arise from you. You couldn't help but question her presence.
Then another woman, around her age walked over, sitting beside the green-eyed woman. “Loosen up a little, you’re not married anymore, have fun” the woman said, her accent had a tint of southern.
Wanda just looked back at her with an uncomfortable stare, fidgeting with her wedding band.
“Take it off- come on, don’t let it bind you to him, he doesn't deserve you” The woman was a good friend, you concluded from the slight eavesdropping you did as you poured shots and slid them over to Andy, a high tipper and a usual at the club.
“Sherry-" Wanda sighed, and then she looked over to you, you were already looking at her- you looked away quickly, and she definitely caught you eavesdropping.
She smirked to herself as your cheeks went pink- you were so confident up there on the stage, having this effect just by looking at you was making her feel good. You weren’t the shy type, it was obvious, but she oddly made you feel vulnerable, even after being half-naked in front of almost one hundred people.
Sherry looked at Wanda, and then she signaled you over. “Hey- hi, you’re a dancer aren’t you?”
“Yes?” You asked- these people were definitely newcomers.
“Do you give lap dances, my friend here needs one desperately, she hasn’t got laid for months now...”
“Sherry-!” Wanda started, looking at her warningly.
“Oh, I-“ You started, but were cut off.
“I’m so sorry about her-“ Wanda apologised, turning to her friend and giving her dagger eyes, who playfully hit her shoulder in attempt to break Wanda's tense posture.
“It’s okay, they’re $50, minus tips,” You said, watching her innocently. She looked back at you tilting her head- she overheard you just a couple minutes ago, your bodyguard saying you weren’t doing dances tonight, what made you change your mind?
Sherry smiled widely as she turned to face Wanda with a mischievous glint in her eyes, the truth was, Sherry was watching Wanda and she definitely noticed Wanda's nervousness and inability to look away from you while you were on stage- from knowing Wanda for years now, she could spot who Wanda was attracted to from a mile away.
“Wanda would love one” Sherry answered quickly before Wanda could answer for herself. You nodded, pouring out the contents of the shaker and then sliding the drink to another customer.
“Okay- follow me,” You said once you cleaned up the bar, you whispered to a woman dressed in a purple lingerie set and then she nodded and took your place at the bar, you pushed your tips into the hands of that bodyguard and then asked him to let Wanda through.
Wanda followed you as you walked towards the private rooms, it was a few hallways away from the main bar. Wanda's heart raced as she followed you, her eyes trying so hard to not view the sway of your hips as you walked, and perhaps it was because of the fact that Wanda hadn't touched or been touched in a few months now but she really need you. And once she sat down the bodyguard closed the curtains, but you two could still see his frame waiting outside.
“Do you want anything in particular?” You asked, your gaze was back on her. She looked up at you, nervous.
“Oh- I don’t know” She replied.
“Okay, that’s fine” 
You moved your body seductively, moving your ass, your hips, giving her a show. You placed your hands on her shoulders, and she tried so hard to keep her eyes on yours, but as you started swaying your hips, her eyes traveled down to the curves of your body.
The neon lights casted a shadow upon your body, only highlighting your curves furthermore, her eyes practically devoured your body, her eyes glazing down as you rolled your hips. Your lips parted as you noticed her state of arousal- you loved the validation of your customers enjoying your work, dancing was your form of art.
“Wow,” She whispered out.
You looked at her, and she looked back at you- the muffled bass of the music was intoxicating, and Wanda was just now feeling the effects of the beer she had just drank.
Her hands traveled to your hips as she noticed your sudden shyness, she smiled to herself. You rolled your body into her, letting your ass shake as her hands traveled to grab them.
“Sit on my lap- I want to feel you” She whispered. Your stomach filled with butterflies at her sudden confidence- you bit your lip as you placed your hands on her shoulders, slowly and seductively moving your body closer to her, you arched your back as she licked her lips.
You looked into her green eyes, and then she kissed you. As you two parted, you dipped your head to the crook of her neck.
“Do I turn you on baby?” You whispered into her ear, and she smirked. Then her lips were on your neck, peppering kisses causing you to bite your lower lip. Customers weren't usually allowed to touch you, but you didn't stop Wanda, and the bodyguard didn't notice.
You grinded your body into her, rolling your hips into her lap. Her hands then found the ends of your hair, and then she tugged at it, causing your head to fall back, and a moan to escape from your lips. Her grip on your hair was strong, her lips attacked your neck causing gasps from your lips.
“Do you let all your customers touch you like this? Hmm?” Wanda spoke, her tone was strict and slightly judgemental, and her hands were on your hips as you shook your ass for her.
“No, just you-” You breathed out.
As her hands traveled to your thighs, your breath hitched and you grabbed her hands, pushing them away, and just as you got up-
“Times up “ The bodyguard walked in, arms crossed as he watched Wanda with a stern expression. Your heart raced, you had never felt this intensely towards a customer- usually, they wanted you more than you wanted them. Your knees felt weak, and your skin missed the stranger's touch.
“You can hand the money to him-“ Just as you were about to turn to leave, she grabbed your hand, her touch was so soft, delicate, not rough like your usual customers. The bodyguard looked at Wanda warningly.
“Can I see you again?” Wanda asked, her eyes on yours, you froze in place. Her eyes were so hypnotising, and her touch gave you butterflies, it was so hard to say no and stick to the rules.
“My shift ends at 9,” you said, you walked away before Wanda could respond.
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Getting Closer
Wanda x Fem!Reader
Summary: After finally indulging in a relationship with your stepmom, you found yourself in more situations involving Wanda’s careless behavior such as her secretly fucking you as your father’s in the same room.
Part 1(Make You Mine)
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Stepmom!Wanda x fem!reader, slight non/con, strap on(r receiving), strapwarming, fingers in mouth, RISKYYY sex, angry sex??, daddy issues, and mommy kink bc she’s just sooo, also kinda angsty/fluffy at the end
It’s been a couple weeks since your first time with Wanda. And ever since then, she had become a bit more clingy than expected. Actually more than clingy, just completely obsessed with you.
Almost every night Wanda came to your room, fucking you to relieve herself of both the sexual frustration from you and just the frustration from your father. The two haven’t been getting along at all, only having arguments every day even if they were over little things. Wanda couldn’t even bear sleeping with him, and just used the couch downstairs in the living room as a cover up of where she actually slept, your bed.
Not that you mind though. It was actually one of the best things that happened to you as you didn’t think your father was ever worthy of having such an endearing and beautiful wife like Wanda. She was the only person who actually cared for your well being, truth be told. Unlike your dad, she didn’t dismiss your feelings, always looking out for when you acted unusual and making sure there was something she could do to fix it. Her whole world and worries were about you, only you. Her sweet nature only got to the point where you questioned yourself, if you’d possibly fallen in love with her.
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Around 5pm Wanda called you out to the living room, seemingly planned something. She was sat in the armchair, one of those sofas that would only fit for one. You walked towards her curiously, asking “You called?”
“Yeah, you wanna watch a movie with me?” She replied quickly with a charming smile, the one you grew even weaker for. Glancing at the tv screen, it displayed a familiar movie from the collection of DvDs you grew up watching. You figured it’d be fine to spend some time with her, noticing the need to be close to you she showed too. Though strangely, she had a blanket covering her lap despite the hotter conditioning within the house.
“Um, sure,” You said, moving to sit on her lap as she patted and gestured you to sit there, something that was considered normal as you’ve done it many times before now. However, as you sat down you felt something hard poking your thighs. Your head turned to look back at her questionably, your eyebrows furrowed. “Wanda..?”
In response, she only smirked and moved her hands to your waist, pulling you back to push her front against your body. You let out a small gasp upon feeling her breasts pressed up on your back and as the lead-up happened all so quickly. “I need you really bad today, sweetie.” She said, her voice low in your ear. She moved one hand down to roughly tug down the blanket out and from under you, revealing the toy she hid. It was a large strap on that she had used on you before, though you’ve never taken the whole thing before. The deep red of it was an appealing color to Wanda’s character, and you thoroughly found it arousing to see her with it.
The toy was then in between your thighs, slightly pressed up against your clothed center. “Could you be a dear and help mommy out?” She asked you as her hand squeezed your side, her control already leaving her like always.
You shyly nodded as her soft tone made your head feel cloudy, reaching for the waistband of your shorts and underwear to pull them down once you stood up a bit. Wanda assisted you in doing so, and quickly pulled them down because she just desperately wanted to get straight to the point. She positioned the strap to align with your entrance, already finding you wet. Once the tip was in, she got ahold of your waist again, carefully lowering you down on the big shaft.
“I’ll go slow, don’t worry,” Wanda reassured you. There was small whine that left your mouth as it barely fit and got halfway. She shushed you, rubbing your sides in the hopes that you’d relax more. Still, as she kept pushing you down, tears quickly built up and your hands found their way to Wanda’s thighs under you, squeezing tightly. A loud whimper came out as your breathing also quickened. “I know, I know baby, it’s big. Just breathe in and out.”
You knew Wanda always made sure you were okay before doing something, but she was at times an impatient woman. Ergo, leading to her unexpectedly force you down fully. You yelped and had a tighter grip on her, though not strong enough to hurt her. Your legs kicked a bit helplessly as you were stuck with her inside and buried in you to the brim. Another whine left your throat, “Mommy…”
“It’s okay, I won’t move. I just want you to sit on mommy’s cock for a little while, okay? Just focus on the tv, sweetie,” Wanda responded, her voice sounding sickly sweet. She lifted her hand to your cheek, turning your head to face forward instead of her. Her eyes trailed your body, noticing the hardening nipples showing through the shirt you were wearing. One hand went under the fabric, creeping up to aggressively grope your chest, only making you moan as you began to focus on that instead of the bruising feeling within your cunt.
She kept this up for about half an hour, teasing your body and making you drenched around her cock. As time passed, you grew needier and eager for her to move, but she showed no signs of wanting to. You shifted bit in her lap, biting your inner cheek as the toy hit a spot that made you quietly moan. Wanda of course witnessed the entire thing, not paying a single ounce of her attention on the screen in front of her, only her favorite girl. She smirked at your desperation beginning to show, and only stopped you as her hands tightly held you still. “What did I say? Focus on the movie.”
“But I-“
The sound of the front door alerted you two and stopped you from continuing. Both you and Wanda turned to the direction of it, only to hear the familiar noise of your father barging in. Panicking, you tried to lift yourself up. However, Wanda had other plans as she kept her hold on you, giving you a look of authority to keep you from moving. Despite his unexpected return, Wanda was awfully calm, like she didn’t even care if you’d get caught getting fucked by his wife.
The footsteps were getting closer, making you sweat nervously as you stared between Wanda and where the hallway met the living room.
“Hey, is Wanda here?” Your father asked, seeing your head positioned slightly above the headrest of the armchair once he came into view. Considering the size of the chair and the way it was positioned, you guessed that Wanda wasn’t visible in his perspective. You turned your body a bit and moved your head to where the back of the chair didn’t block your eyes, resting an elbow on the armrest as you looked behind at him.
“I-“ you felt a small yet effective upward movement of Wanda’s hips that caused you to bite your lip hard, causing it to slowly bleed out. Any feeling of her moving inside your sensitive walls made you see stars. Your father looked at you, confused at the sudden pause. Wanda held a smug look on her face as her hands were on your waist, and noticing how you weren’t responding quick enough, she dug her nails into your skin. The action made you surprised and stutter out an answer to him, trying your best to ignore the pain and pleasure that came from the woman underneath you. “S-She’s probably out buying groceries.”
He only responded with a silent nod, no longer looking at you and focusing on searching for something from his pocket. Confused on why he was even home at this time, you asked “What are you doing here anyway? S-Shouldn’t you be at work..?”
Your father still wasn’t looking at you as he patted down his jacket. “Uh yeah I got off work early… but I think I have to go back. I forgot my wallet,”he said, sighing loudly as he didn’t find it anywhere.
“You should probably go then…” you said, a noticeable quiver in your voice. Wanda still kept thrusting gently into you, the entire thing going in and out. You looked down at her face for second which showed a pleasured and teasing look as her eyes zeroed in on how you were taking it. Your lip was also still trapped between your teeth, and you tasted metal off the tip of your tongue.
“Alright, I’ll be back later then. Make sure Wanda starts dinner, I’m starving.”
That last comment made Wanda thrust inside your cunt brutally. A whimper escaped as you immediately put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it hard enough to make her stop. Her face then showed irritation and annoyance, staring off to the side. Luckily your father’s ears seemed to lack hearing, something you noticed as he hadn’t questioned the screaming coming from your room every night at all. He quickly left the house, leaving you stuck on top of his wife who he aggravated.
Out of nowhere, she brought her hands down to your ass, lifting you up from her strap. As you shakily stood, it allowed Wanda to drag you to the longer couch, pushing you down on it so you laid and faced upward. She took the hem of your shirt before pulling it off you in a careless manner.
“God, I’m so fucking sick of him…” she said, her voice deep and raspy as her eyes happened to have darken. Her hand took the toy and positioned it back to your pussy, only this time pushing in swiftly and roughly. You cried out and winced at the feeling of being stretched again, gripping onto the soft cushions underneath you. Wanda set off a fast pace and slammed into you without any remorse.
“W-Wanda slow down- please,” you begged, tears beginning to form once again. Wanda only ignored the plea, holding up your thighs from underneath and pushing them up against your chest to get better access. Your mouth fell open, moans spilling as the pain quickly faded into something pleasurable. You shut your eyes, letting Wanda take all her frustrations out on you now. Your orgasm was soon just seconds away, already built up from warming her cock earlier.
“There you go, cum for mommy,” she said, panting heavily as she continued the forceful thrusts and felt your walls tightening around the strap. Once her words registered, you came and let out noises you didn’t even know were possible out of your mouth. Wanda fucked you through it, letting you ride out your orgasm, but not letting up and making you build up to a second. You cried out again for her to stop, reaching out with one hand to push against her pelvis in attempt.
“Shh… you can take it,” she spoke, smiling sadistically down at you as tears kept falling. You shook your head no repeatedly and vigorously. Your noises and crying didn’t stop either, so to silence it, Wanda took two fingers and shoved them into your already gaping mouth, shutting you up. “Uh huh… so much better when you’re quiet and letting me have my way.”
You whined around her fingers, causing her to only push them deeper and making you gag. Finding it hot, she kept pushing her fingers back in and out, loving the way you choked on her thin yet long digits. It followed a similar pace as her hips, and this time she was pounding you into the couch. “Fuck, you love it when I stuff your holes like this huh? Filled up with all of me?”
Lost in your mind, you now nodded desperately feeling her beginning to hit your g spot over and over again. Drool leaked around Wanda’s fingers and your mouth, following the tears that layered your cheeks. She was feral at the sight of that and it only pushed her to fuck into you deeper and harder. Now coming closer to another orgasm, you whimpered aloud and gripped the wrist of Wanda’s hand that was near your mouth.
Your body shook tremendously once your climax hits you hard, more than the first. Wanda’s fingers left your mouth, a string of saliva following. And her movements continued, but a lot slower thankfully. Still, the overstimulation was overwhelming. “M-Mommy too much, I can’t…” you helplessly said as your voice was shriveled and weak. She had a small upward curve of her lips due to your adorableness from the aftershocks of an orgasm, then soon coming to a halt. She slowly pulled out, watching your pussy leave a mess as it leaked onto the couch.
Fighting the urge to just put her cock back in and fuck you stupid again, she breathed out heavily and took the strap off. Wanda leaned down to give you a kiss, a meaningful one as it lasted longer than most. “You’re so perfect baby… did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” She whispered against your ear once you sat up slowly and against her chest with her help. It was already sore in different parts of your body, but especially your abused center and bruised thigh. Wanda wiped off the wet spots on your face, softly cradling the back of your head. “You okay?”
“Mhm…” you hummed in response, nodding slowly. She smiled cutely at you, now no longer thinking of anything else. She placed light feather kisses all around your face, causing you to also smile at her adoring aftercare.
“Good,” she said softly as her fingers ran through your hair. Her other arm wrapped around your body, pulling you into her more once she leaned back on the couch. Your head laid peacefully against her within this moment of silence. You then looked up from her neck to see her already looking down at you with a blush on her face along with her eyebrows knitted together forming small wrinkles between. It was like she wanted to tell you something, and knowing her, it was, because she always looked at you with that same expression when she felt vulnerable around you.
“I love you.”
The words that came from her mouth weren’t exactly unanticipated but you were still surprised. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your face became a darker shade as well, matching the warm cheeks that Wanda had. She looked at you nervously as you took time to respond, not sure if it was too soon after the session.
“I love you too,” you replied, gazing up at her lovingly. She raised her eyebrows in surprise at your response, the overthinking and insecurities preventing her from expecting the answer she wished for. A grin grew on her face once she saw your cute expression. She cupped your face, pulling you into another deep kiss.
“I wish I met you sooner,” she whispered between kisses, thinking about how different it could’ve been without your father in the picture. You smiled, yet inwardly frowned at her words, finding them true as they proved the reality you created in your head false. That maybe you weren’t able to keep whatever this relationship was up in spite of the love you shared.
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xxxdreamscapexxx · 11 months
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Consequences
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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word count: 15.1k
Summary: Wanda is excited to get to meet your parents for the first time and she wants to make the best impression, but you won’t make it easy for her, teasing her the entire time and she finds the perfect way to punish you. 
Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, oral to a strap, spanking, fingering, magic use, magical restraints, finger sucking, strap on sex, enchanted strap, use of butt plug, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader OMG, I’m so excited about this fic! Masterlist with all my works.          Part 2: Face the consequences
Late on a Friday night, you watched your girlfriend pace around your shared bedroom. This was the third time she was going over the list she had made, reading out loud each item and checking if everything was packed and ready for your trip. You both knew it was, but Wanda wanted to make sure. She was nervous about meeting your parents and she was compensating in any way she could. You had told your parents about Wanda fairly soon into your relationship. You came out to them after college and even though they had different expectations back then, they were supportive. Sensitive of their feelings, you were reluctant to talk about your partners, but when you met Wanda, you couldn’t stop talking about her. Which is why 6 months into the relationship, they insisted they meet her. She was happy, of course, to know that you felt so strongly about her, that you were proud to be her girlfriend, that you showed her off to your friends as much as she did with you. It was new to her. It was usually her, who would show off her girl any chance she got, her who would tell people over and over how great they were. But you had done the same from the very beginning and it made her love you even more. Now, when she was about to meet your parents soon, she wanted to live up to the high standard you had set with the amazing things you said about her and you couldn’t watch her torture herself anymore. You walked over to her, wrapping your arms around her softly in an attempt to calm her nerves. “We have everything, Wanda, you know we do.” You said softly, watching her turn around in your hands, so she could face you. “Just come to bed?” You offered, taking her hand in hers and tugging on it gently. Wanda managed a genuine smile, making you hopeful and you sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her between your open thighs. “Wouldn’t you prefer to play with me instead?” You teased, hoping to entice her. “Oh, my poor girl.” She cooed, smoothing your hair gently. “I haven’t touched you all day and you’re feeling all needy, aren’t you?” She smirked, leaning down to kiss you softly. “Does your pretty pussy need Mommy?” She asks, voice sweet and full of promises. “Yes, Mommy, I need you.” You breathe out, your eyes closing on their own just at the thought of being touched, of getting to let go and relax. “My sweet girl.” She smiled, holding your chin up with her fingers and leaning down to kiss you. You almost held your breath, waiting for the moment her lips would touch yours, but that moment never came. Instead, you heard her exclaim “Pyjamas!”, pulling away from you before you could even protest and she started to look through the closet. You could only groan, frustration evident on your face as you watched her. You knew that when she got like this, there was nothing that would truly distract her, which was a shame, because you genuinely hoped that she would join you in bed and touch you, the way you’d been dreaming of all day. “Get into bed, honey.” She said, pausing to look over at you with affection. “I’ll join you soon.” She promised, before she resumed her previous actions. “Promise?” “Yes, dear, I promise.” She sighed, coming over to kiss you briefly, tucking you in and smiling as you closed your eyes. You followed her movements throughout the house for a few minutes, your ears attuned to her and her habits, feeling sleepy and tired, until eventually you drifted off. You felt her settle into bed next to you at some point, turning over so you could cuddle her, her head pressing to your chest, so she could let the steady rhythm of your heartbeat calm her and you wrapped your arms around her securely, kissing her forehead affectionately, but you were too tired and sleepy to ask what time it was. You were afraid that she had spent too much time worrying, but she was with you now and that’s all you wanted. You knew why she was concerned. You talked about it in length, when your parents first invited the two of you. You knew this was the first time she was ever meeting one of her partners’ parents, that she was scared that if they dislike her, it would change your relationship, that they would think she’s not good enough for you. And you knew they were all valid things to be worried about, normal, mundane things… Things that would pale to the reaction your parents would have if they ever found out that your girlfriend is a witch… And you tried your best to reassure her, to support her and answer all her questions about your family, in hopes to help her feel more at ease. You also knew that when she got like this, she didn’t sleep much. That she’ll wake up way too early and worry herself into a frenzy, waking you up and rushing you through the door, so you could get there as quickly as possible, because God forbid that your parents think that you might sleep in a little on a Saturday. Just as you had predicted, when the alarm on your nightstand got off, Wanda was already up, two cups of steaming coffee were waiting for you and she was looking at the traffic reports and different routes she could take on her phone. She was buzzing with excitement, you could see it and you didn’t want to add to her frustration, so despite the early hour and the voice inside your head that told you that you wanted to cuddle her and drink your coffee in bed, you got up and got ready in record time, all the while trying to calm her nerves. “Are you sure this outfit is ok? I don’t want to come off as flashy.” She asked, playing with her rings. “It’s perfect, Wanda. And so are you.” You assured her, kissing her cheek gently. “You could benefit from a longer skirt.” She muttered, eyeing your choice. She loved you in this and had seen you in it before, but it was for a date. She thought that for your parents, perhaps something less revealing would be a better choice. “My parents don’t care about that, Wands. It’s ok.” You smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Please don’t let this get to you. You have faced so many things, you’re so strong, baby… You’re the Scarlet Witch! You’re an Avenger! Meeting my parents should be a piece of cake.” “Except I can’t fight your parents, if things don’t go well.” She frowned, taking a deep breath to steady herself and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her statement. “If all else fails, try that.” You joked. “Just know that my mom looks fragile, but she’s freakishly strong and she fights dirty.” And you smiled, when you saw Wanda chuckle a little at your statement. “I’ll keep it in mind.” She muttered, leaning down to kiss you. “I just hope we haven’t missed anything.” She commented. “I’m sure that if we did, you can just magic it for us.” You insisted, holding on to her. “You have a solution for everything, don’t you.” She teased, her eyes drifting to your lips. “Yup. I’m a problem-solver.” You teased her back, leaning in a little, daring her to kiss you. “And the solution is always you. You make everything better.” You added, the words true and soft. At that, she couldn’t help but kiss you, her palms cradling your face affectionately as she kissed you gently, but fully, claiming your mouth and causing a surge of excitement to pass through your body. She didn’t miss the way you shuddered against her needily, she knew you were feeling that way since last night and she smirked, making a mental note to take care of that as soon as the two of you got back. Not that she didn’t want to ravish you right this second, but you didn’t have time and she was not going to risk your parents’ good favour by fucking you senseless and making you scream right under their roof. “We should get going, sweetheart.” She whispered, when the two of you parted and her resolve almost broke when she heard you mewl for her. “I promise to take such good care of you as soon as we get back, baby girl. I’ll give you everything you want, kitten, no holding back. You just have to be a little more patient.” “When we get back?” You reflected, thinking of all the time you’ll have to spend without her touch. “No, no, no, please Wands, that’s too long! Please don’t make me wait that long.” “It’s just a couple of nights, honey. We can make it.” She insisted. She didn’t want to be deprived of your touch either, but she wasn’t going to let her desire for you ruin her chance to win your parents, so she strengthened her resolve. She knew she would need a lot of it, since she hadn’t needed to hold back since before your first night together. After that amazing time, when she finally made you her own, your relationship developed quickly and she took advantage of every opportunity to ravage you, making this stay with your parents the longest dry spell the two of you have had to face. With a deep sigh you let her pull away from you and she smiled a little at the dramatic way you were taking it all. Surely, it couldn’t be that bad. But she pushed the thought from her mind, taking most of your bags, allowing you to carry just some small, light things to the car and she loaded it all in. On the road she let you play whatever music you wanted, but the two of you mostly talked, the time passing quickly. Whenever she didn’t keep you occupied, she would see your eyes wander at the scenery around you and she would have thought you looked serene if it wasn’t for the subtle, but unmistakable way you would squeeze your legs together and she was tempted to see what you were thinking of, but since she was driving, she didn’t want to accidentally crash her car, due to the images she might find, settling for occupying your time and mind instead. When you arrived, car parked in your parents’ driveway, Wanda started to fidget. She turned to you, her green eyes full of worry and you took her hand in yours. You were going to start reassuring her, wanting to help her feel more at ease, but as soon as your mouth opened, so did your house’ front door and your parents stepped outside, smiling faces taking you both in. “I love you, Wanda.” You squeezed her hand in yours, as it was the best you could do in the short time you had, seeing your mom and dad starting to walk towards you. “It’s going to be ok.” You promised and she nodded, steeling her nerves and gathering all her composure, so she would look friendly and kind. The moment you stepped out of the car, meeting your parents in the middle of the driveway, they started to hug you, your mom reaching you first and hugging you warmly. Your dad, more reserved as he was, stayed at your mother’s side, smiling and following Wanda’s movements as she stepped closer to the 3 of you. You hugged him next, his arms wrapping around you entirely and pulling you close. Unlike your mom, he said nothing, as sharing his feelings wasn’t his way, but you knew it warmed his heart to have you back. “Mom, dad, I would like you both to meet my girlfriend Wanda.” You announced when she was finally next to you and you watched them greet each other, watching the interaction closely. Both your parents offered their hands to her, introducing themselves with a smile and they barely waited for the pleasantries to be over, before they beckoned you inside. You watched your dad help Wanda with the luggage, as neither one would allow you to help, and you saw the subtle smile on his face grow, liking her already. And it wasn’t because Wanda carried your bags. He knew you were a capable girl and that you didn’t need someone to do it for you. He just liked that Wanda was the type of woman who gave you a glance and said “We’ve got it” and you listened without protest. Something he'd never seen you do in your life.   By the time the two of you settled it was already lunch and the two of you joined your parents around the neatly set table. Your mother had asked you in advance about what Wanda liked and if she was allergic to anything, preparing different menus for the days you’d spend together and she proudly started to bring out food from the kitchen, refusing any offers of help from you or Wanda. During the meal your parents got to know Wanda a little better, the conversation flowing smoothly and as her curiosity piqued, she started listening in on their thoughts. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. She was scared that they’ll hate her. But as much as it shocked her, they didn’t. In fact they loved her. She spoke equally well with both of them. She spoke about cooking, fashion and art with your mom and politics, house maintenance, travel and gardening with your dad. Because truly, your parents’ beautiful garden was all his doing. Something Wanda was well aware of, of course. And the more she won them over, the more she enjoyed being here with them. Your mother saw the vulnerability in her, saw how gentle and caring she was towards you, saw the affection and adoration in her eyes every time she looked at you. Your mother could tell Wanda was good for you. You seemed happy, radiant even. She saw the pride in your eyes when you looked at your girlfriend, saw the love, saw your newfound spark for life there and she was overjoyed. She saw the way Wanda encouraged your interests and hobbies and she was glad that you had found someone like her as a partner. Your father liked Wanda too. He, the way men do, noticed the strength in her, saw the way she walked confidently, with her shoulders squared and her head high, saw she was considerate of you, protective of you, the way he had once hoped a man would. Knowing you loved women, he was accepting, and of all the women, he was happy that you had picked Wanda Maximoff. More than that, he could tell you respected her. The way you hadn’t showed respect towards any other partner you’ve had and, in his eyes, if Wanda was worthy of your respect, then she certainly was the right kind of woman for you. “They love you.” You told her, when you got a moment alone with her. “I swear they love you more than they love me.” “You know that’s not true, baby.” Wanda smiled, stroking your hair. “They just like me for you.” “Oh, I’m not saying that as a bad thing.” You laughed. “It’s good that they love you.’’ You said, leaning in to kiss her gently, but getting immediately pushed away, when Wanda heard your parents walking back in. Wanda was a modern, progressive woman by all accounts, she knew about all the new trends and she could blend in anywhere and talk freely with anyone, she rarely cared about what others might think of her and she was never ashamed to show the world you were hers. She kissed you passionately when she wanted to, held your hand in public proudly, kept you close, but when it came to this, she was old-fashioned to the core. She wasn’t going to kiss you in front of your mom and dad, she was not going to have sex with you in their house and she was not going to let you try to tempt her. Seeing the disappointment in your eyes, she squeezed your hand in a silent apology, hating that she had to pull away from your lips. Despite what you might have thought, she already missed your lips and couldn’t wait to claim them all over again. “Girls.” Your mom spoke with a cheerful tone. “We’ll have to leave you two for a bit. We have some errands to run, but we’ll be back before dinner.” She explained and you inwardly cheered at the prospect of being left alone with Wanda. “If you want, the two of you can go out.” She suggested, turning to Wanda. “It’s so nice outside right now and Y/N can show you the town.” She offered. “Oh, that would be lovely.” Wanda agreed, before you had a chance to utter a word. You were actually seconds away from saying you’d rest instead, but her eagerness was so charming that you couldn’t resist. “We should.” Wanda turned to you too. “I want to know where you grew up.” “That’s so wonderful.” Your mom exclaimed. “Wanda, dear, after dinner I’ll show you all my albums with pictures of Y/N, too.” She promised and you had to hold in your groan. “You don’t need to do that, mom.” You tried to protest. “Yeah, I’m sure she doesn’t want to see all that.” Your dad chimed in, coming to your rescue. “I would love to see them.” Wanda spoke, her voice soft and sweet. She wasn’t going to let you deprive her of this, no matter how embarrassed you were. “It’s settled then.” Your mom agreed, looping her hand through your father’s arm and pulling him out of the room. “Have fun, girls!” She spoke over her shoulder and you could practically hear the smile she was wearing. “Don’t give me that look, detka.” Wanda smiled mischievously. “You can’t tell me you didn’t expect that.” “Expected it? Yes. But I still hoped to avoid it.” You muttered. “No way, dear. That would be too good to miss.” “I can’t believe you’d do that to me.” You protested again, but you were already smiling. You couldn’t deny Wanda anything. In the background you could hear your parents closing their front door, leaving you alone and an idea sparkled in your head. “I know… The torture!” She smiled, fake pity lacing in her voice. “Yeah… But you can make it up to me.” You offered, your voice dropping. You stood up from your chair and straddled her, your arms circling her neck, while you allowed your skirt to ride up your thighs, so Wanda could see the pair of pretty pink panties you had on. “And how would I do that?” She asked, lust slowly taking over her brain and you knew you almost had her. You leaned in to kiss her, eyes fluttering shut as your hips instinctively dragged themselves over her lap, searching for friction against your needy pussy, when suddenly you stiffened, startled by the sound of the front door flinging open again and your mother’s distant voice explaining to your dad that she’ll just grab whatever it is she forgot and they’ll be on their way and his grumbling response, before they left again. The two of you laughed, as if you were teenagers, seconds away from being caught doing something forbidden and with reluctance, you got yourself up, the moment ruined. “I’m sorry, darling.” Wanda soothed, helping you get off her lap and the two of you headed to the door. Wanda had a love for small towns that you couldn’t quite understand, but you showed her the place where you used to play as a kid, your old school, the café you loved going to with your friends and she listened to you with so much genuine interest as you told her about your memories that you felt blessed to have her as your partner. She insisted to see where you had your first kiss and the spot you liked for picnics, immersing herself in your life. You knew her life was much different than yours, that she never had those things, that she had faced a hard life and at first you were reluctant you talk about your experiences, about what you knew to be privilege, but she soon assured you that it didn’t hurt her to hear those things. She wanted to know everything about you. She wasn’t resentful that you had an easier life, she was happy that she was building a normal, good one alongside you. The two of you ended up on a bench in the park, talking about what you wanted in life, what your hopes and dreams for the future looked like and you both felt a sense of belonging with the other. You had talked about these things before, of course, shared ideas and aspirations, but now it felt more intimate and the two of you relaxed against each other, only leaving when it started to get dark. When you walked back into your parents’ house, they were already talking animatedly in the living room, greeting you both with wide smiles. “Did you have a nice walk?” Your mother asked, seating you on the couch. “What do you think of our little town Wanda?” “It’s lovely.” Your girlfriend smiled, taking her seat. You sat next to her, her hand on your thigh, smiling as the conversation around you started to flow effortlessly. Your parents directed most of the conversation on Wanda, naturally curious about her and somehow your thoughts managed to drift away on their own, until your name being called snapped you to attention. “What?” You blinked away your thoughts, focusing on your mother’s expecting gaze. “Sorry, I got distracted for a moment.” And distracted you were. She had put her hand on your thigh mindlessly, not really meaning anything more than that, but it had awoken something inside you. You remembered all the other times Wanda would touch you this way. On car rides and movie nights, in the dark movie theatre… All the times she teased you this way, made you needy, made you desperate for her touch. And desperate you were. You were going a little crazy at how badly you needed her and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together as you tried to shake away the thought. “That’s all right, dear.” Your mother laughed. “I just asked if you could help me in the kitchen.” “Yes.” You managed a smile, getting up from your spot, feeling wetness smear across your underwear. This couldn’t do. You needed some sort of relief, or you were going to explode. “Would you excuse me for just a moment and I’ll join you in the kitchen?” You asked discretely. “Of course.” Your mom smiled, heading towards the kitchen, while you went upstairs and locked yourself in the bathroom. You leaned against the door, sighing, your mind split between wanting relief and thinking that you shouldn’t be doing this right now. Just a little patience. That’s what Wanda had said when you left your house this morning. But your body said something different. Just the thought of being kissed by her, of being touched and fucked by her was making your pussy throb and protest against the emptiness you felt. You needed to cum or you were going to go crazy. Your mind settling on a decision, you let your hand sneak under your skirt and inside your underwear, finding copious amounts of wetness there. Not really having much time to tease yourself, you used one hand to circle your clit, while the fingers of the other found your entrance and you pushed inside, pulling a deep sigh from you. It didn’t feel as good as Wanda’s touch, it didn’t even come close, but then again nothing felt as good as her anymore, but it was something and you started to work yourself up. Your mind filled with images of Wanda, of what she’ll do to you, of the little fantasies you’ve had with her that you felt too shy to share, loosing yourself in the moment entirely, until a knock on the door startled you back into reality. “Y/N, honey, are you all right?” Your mother’s voice called out and your heartbeat quickened. “Yeah, I’m ok. I’ll be right out.” You responded, your voice less stable than you hoped. “Ok, dear, I’ll be in the kitchen.” She explained and you heard her footsteps as she descended the stairs again. As soon as she left, you let out a shaky breath, feeling even more wound up. You were close. You needed a couple more minutes and you were going to cum and the thought of that frustrated you more. You needed this and you were so close, so with a shaky hand, you reached beneath your skirt once more, determined to get this done as quickly as possible. You got close, your breathing ragged as you tried to keep yourself as quiet as possible. The edge came next, not as good as you hoped for, but something and you needed a few more seconds to finally come, when another knock on the door startled you. This time you were listening closely, yet you heard no sound and that brought an icy feeling in your veins that the only person who could sneak this well is Wanda. “Darling, can you open the door for me?” She asked calmly, but you could hear the edge in her voice. “I’m just washing my hands and coming out, Wands.” You called out, wanting to buy yourself some time to calm down. Your answer however did not seem to satisfy her and you heard the click of the lock, no doubt using her magic and the door opened slowly, your girlfriend walking in. You had made yourself presentable as much as you could, but you knew she could read you like a book, no doubt guessing what you were doing. And it wasn’t hard. Your hands shook, the look in your eyes one of guilt and desperation. “Honey, what were you doing?” She asked softly, stalking towards you like a predator. “Nothing, I just needed a moment.” You tried to say, but had no real excuse. “Don’t lie to me.” Wanda captured you in her arms, pulling you close to her. Her voice was like a growl, her eyes stormy as she stared at you. “You have such loud thoughts, little kitten.” She said, the danger in her voice unmistakable. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” “No, I…” You tried to say, not really sure where this sentence was going to go anyway. “I could hear you all the way downstairs, baby. You have such pretty thoughts in your head when you think of me. So naughty.” She cut you off, trapping you between her body and the cold tiles. Wanda took your hands in hers gently, lovingly, pulling them up and bringing her face close to your fingers. “I can smell your sweet pussy on your fingers.” She said darkly. “Are you going to deny that as well?” “Wanda, I was just…” You tried to explain, knowing there was nothing you could say. “Don’t you dare…” She growled in your face, coming even closer, if that was even possible, every inch of your body pressed against hers. “Mommy will punish you for that when we get home.” She said through her teeth. “I hope that edge was worth it.” With those words she let you go, walking away from you before you could protest. “Don’t take too long.” She called out over her shoulder, before she left you alone in the bathroom. You sighed, feeling more worked up than before, knowing she won’t let you finish, now that she’d caught you and already making your mom wait in the kitchen. Truly, this was a disaster, but you pulled yourself together. You took off your ruined panties, knowing they would be more uncomfortable and you put them in the basket with the rest of the dirty laundry. You tried to dry off as much as you could, then washed your hands and walked downstairs. Helping your mother in the kitchen was a good distraction, keeping you busy and your mind away from inappropriate thoughts of Wanda. It mostly worked, or at least you didn’t feel that terrible need between your legs every second while you loaded the dishwasher, or set the table. It was working until Wanda walked in, wanting to ask if the two of you needed any help. Her presence instantly brought to mind the earlier events and with them, the terrible need between your legs, making you squeeze them together in desperation. Truly, it wasn’t fair that she could turn you into a mess with nothing but her presence, but knowing there was nothing you could do about it currently, you tried your best to ignore it, hoping the woman would leave. Unfortunately, your mother left first, leaving you alone with Wanda and an idea instantly popped into your head. You knew you shouldn’t do it. You knew that an angry Wanda was a force to be reconned with and you were already on thin ice with her from earlier, but you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted her so badly. You needed her. And if she was going to make you wait, then you were going to make it hard for her too. If she was going to punish you, and she was, there was no doubt in your mind about that, then you would enjoy earning it.   “What can I do?” She asked, stepping closer. “Oh, no, I’m almost done.” You said with a smile. “I just need to grab something.” You explained, leaning over the counter. Your movements were exaggerated, you knew that. You were practically bent over the counter, allowing your skirt to ride up your thighs and move even higher, revealing you wore nothing underneath. You didn’t dare look back at Wanda, but you could feel her eyes on you, drinking you in and you loved it. You knew she absolutely adored having you this way, recalling countless times she’s bent you over, so she could fill you up with her cock. Whenever you had your ass in the air, she would go a little feral, she’d fuck you a little harder and God, did you need that kind of treatment right now. When Wanda saw you, her hands balled into fists and despite her enviable self-control, she started to walk towards you. Knowing that you don’t have the time you needed for the game you started, you straightened just in time to hear your mom walking in as well. Both women stared at you, your mom with her unsuspecting kindness coming to help and your girlfriend, with her jaw clenched at your little display and you gave them a smile as you headed to the dining room, Wanda close behind you and burning holes through your clothes. To her credit, your girlfriend managed to look calm and composed and she plastered a kind smile on her face and she sat down next to you on one side of the table with your parents on the other. You engaged in a conversation quickly, your transgression seemingly forgiven by Wanda, and perhaps you should have left it that way, knowing that the woman had very little tolerance for bratty behaviour, but there was a twisted part of you that loved pulling that out of her. You loved riling her up, not caring for the punishment you’ll receive. And you knew you’ll get exactly what you deserve. But that excited you too.  You loved that Wanda could be so tender, so caring, so sweet, that she would make love to you as if you’re made of glass and pamper you like a princess and you loved when she got rough too, when she held you down and left marks and fucked you senseless, overstimulating you and using you to get off, leaving you a total mess, just so she would take care of you after, even softer and more loving than before. Both equally tempting in your mind. With these thoughts still lingering, you sneaked one of your hands under the table and straight on Wanda’s thigh, your face betraying nothing of what you were doing. You felt her stiffen under you, but to her credit, she remained calm and composed and you took that as a challenge, your fingers drawing circles, until she tried to jerk her leg away from you. Wanda tried to give you a warning glare, her actions subtle, but you ignored her. You were having way more fun than you expected, so your hand soon found her leg again, this time sliding further up, until she was forced to squeeze her legs together, so she could prevent you from cupping her pussy, as you seemingly intended. “Trying to get yourself in more trouble, huh?” You heard Wanda’s voice in your head. She sounded on edge, clearly affected, if she resorted to using her telepathic abilities and you only allowed yourself to smile mildly, while you pretended to listen to your parents. Ignoring her warning you kept going, your hand gliding down the length of her legs, before moving back up, fingers dancing on the insides of her thighs. You getting to rile Wanda up for a change was even more fun than you thought it would be and you mentally committed to the action, even if you knew she’ll make you regret it soon enough. “This is your last warning, baby girl.” You heard her voice in your head again. This time lower, laced with a dangerous note of excitement at the prospect of getting to put you back in your place. “If you stop right now, I’ll even consider being lenient with you.” She promised, although you both knew it was unlikely. For a few moments you considered, but really, it was your father’s voice, pulling you from your thoughts, that made you take your hand and place it back on the table. “What do you say we watch a movie after dinner? I hear Wanda enjoys movies and there’s this new comedy that your mother and I have been meaning to watch.’’ He suggested, looking at the both of you. “That sounds great, dad.” You said with a smile. “It would be lovely.” Wanda agreed and she placed a hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together as a silent thank you, her features softening. When the meal was finished you helped your mother clear the table and clean up in the kitchen, while your dad insisted Wanda help him set up the movie. You heard him offer her a glass of whiskey as he poured himself one and you couldn’t help but smile at how naturally he seemed to accept her and welcome her. It was his way with you and your friends ever since you were old enough to drink. He never discriminated and actually taught you to drink without grimacing, enjoying to share an occasional glass with you whenever you were home, knowing that you only drank with him. You knew however that Wanda would refuse and he accepted it with a nod of his head as she sat in the big arm chair that he referred to as “his chair” ever since your family owned it, placing his glass on the small table next to it and engaging Wanda in a light conversation as they waited for you and your mom to join them. He had intended to give the woman a speech, tell her that you were one of the most important people in his life and that he does not wish to see you hurt, but he seemed to refrain from it and curiously, Wanda tried to find in his thoughts why, only to understand that it was solely because he seemed to see how much she cared about you too. A bond they shared wordlessly, while they waited. Once all four of you settled, your mom taking a seat next to your dad on another chair, so they can free up the couch for the two of you, you started the movie. It was a light comedy that had all of you laughing and commenting on the foolish actions of the characters. At some point Wanda pulled the small blanket that was placed on the couch and covered you both, allowing you to snuggle closer into her, the way you both loved and feeling the gesture your mom made to your dad, both of them sharing a smile, without saying a thing. The moment seemed peaceful, until Wanda’s hand rested against your thigh, while her eyes remained trained on the TV. She didn’t seem to mean anything by it, but it was enough to spark arousal inside you and you tried to shift uncomfortably, which only brought her hand even closer to where you needed her most, her fingertips resting against bare, smooth flesh. Thoughtlessly, recklessly, you decided to do the same, your hand finding her thigh and starting mindless circles against it, earning you a stern look of disapproval. You gave her a pointed look at her own hand, feeling your pussy twitch involuntarily and she seemed to understand, pulling her hand away to appease you, but the game was already on. The movie was entirely forgotten and you had a single thing in mind. Sex.   By the end of the movie, Wanda didn’t even need to read your thoughts to know what you were thinking of. She could hear those loud thoughts even without her magic. You were driving yourself crazy just thinking of her and you were making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else as well. With a hard glare and her patience entirely gone, Wanda decided that she would not let you continue to behave like a brat the entire weekend and she quickly formed a plan on how to handle the situation. When the finishing credits rolled your parents excused themselves, bidding you goodnight and she knew she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. “You girls can stay and watch something else if you like.” Your mom offered. “But you know how we are, dear, we like to go to bed at a reasonable hour.” “We’ll probably go up soon, too, mom.” You smiled. “Well, goodnight then girls.” Your dad said with a tired smile, getting up from his chair and coming over to kiss the top of your head, before they both retired to their room. “What do you say Wands, wanna go to bed, or stay and watch another movie?” You asked suggestively, leaning in to kiss her cheek, but being stopped by Wanda’s firm hand on your throat. “Oh, we’re going upstairs.” She practically hissed, her eyes glowing red as they finally met yours. You tried to swallow, a task that proved difficult with a hand wrapped around your neck. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she took you in. “Yes.” You nodded hopefully. You were practically melting just from this, eyes full of lust and arousal, mind and body surrendering entirely just from the small touch she offered, just from the prospect of being touched and although Wanda wanted to be mad at you for pulling all these stunts, she couldn’t help but feel a sort of warmth inside her, because she knew it was done, so you would get her attention, so you would get to feel her the way you did now. Because you wanted her. And she knew she shouldn’t reward such behaviour, that she should punish you. And letting you stew in your neediness would be a great way of doing that, but she couldn’t ignore that she herself felt so much desire for you. You had awakened a sleeping beast inside her and she wanted nothing more than to devour you whole and she knew the perfect way to do both. “And you think you can always get what you want from me?” She asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “You think that teasing me and acting up will get you what you want?” “No, I…” You try to speak, but you’re quickly cut off. “I don’t want to hear excuses from you.” She whispered dangerously. “Upstairs, now!” She practically ordered and you scurried to obey her. You walked to your room in silence, not wanting to alert your parents and Wanda walked behind you. You could feel her hard eyes on you with every step you took and you practically held your breath until you walked into your room, turning on the lights and hearing her close the door gently. You turned to face her, expecting to be met with more of her harsh words, but you saw only magic instead. She had her arms outstretched and the room glowed with her scarlet magic as it spread to every corner. When she was done, she stalked towards you, capturing you quickly and spinning your body, walking you backwords until your back hit the same door you just came in from. It gave a loud thud and you looked around, scared that the sound could probably be heard throughout the house. “Oh, don’t worry.” Wanda smiled almost cruelly. “I soundproofed this room. No one can hear what happens here.” Her grin widened as she raked her eyes over your body. “I can make you scream all night long and no one will know.” Before you could even respond, Wanda crashed her lips to yours, claiming you in a fiery kiss. When you could finally catch up, you kissed her back, arousal replacing any caution that you might have had. You felt her sure hands run a path down your shoulders, her palms smoothly passing over your chest and massaging your breasts roughly, pulling a strangled moan from your lips that she easily swallowed. She kissed you this way for a long moment, enjoying the way you squirmed, the way you gasped in utter surrender, until it wasn’t enough anymore. In a swift motion, she grabbed both ends of your shirt and pulled roughly, her strong hands tearing the buttons and sending them flying across the room. “I told you not to wear this today.” She reminded as she pulled your ruined shirt open to take a look at your breasts in their pretty pink bra. She held them in her hands, mouth watering at the thought of sucking on your nipples and making you moan, until she remembered that she was meant to be punishing you right now. With a smile she pulled your bra down, the cups folding under your breasts and leaving them exposed in an obscene way. “Get on your knees.” Wanda demanded, her hands pushing against your shoulders, until you obeyed, sinking down to your knees and looking up at her. She unbuttoned her pants with pointed slowness as she looked down to meet your eyes. “You couldn’t help yourself could you?” She asked as she undid the zipper next. “Your pussy is such a needy little thing that it couldn’t stay empty even for a night, right? It was so needy that you couldn’t listen to Mommy even for a day.” She accused, pulling her pants down her legs, exposing her underwear and the wet patch on it. She took them off too, bringing them to your eyes as her wetness glistened under the light. “And you just had to tease me, didn’t you?” She asked as she threw the ruined panties somewhere on the floor. Unsure what to say, or perhaps because some part of you knew it was better if you said nothing at all, you stayed silent for a few seconds as she stared you down and when she didn’t receive a response, magic erupted from her fingers, red tendrils curling around her and starting to take shape that you soon recognized was one of the straps the two of you owned. Magic swirled around it a bit longer and when it disappeared, Wanda watched you gulp as you took the toy in. It was in no way your biggest one, but it was sizable enough and a voice in your head told you where it was going even before Wanda spoke. “You’ve been such a cock-hungry little slut today.’’ She mused as she ran her thumb over your lips, before she pushed it in your mouth, smiling when you took it in eagerly and started to suck, your eyes closing as you savoured the moment. “Begging for it every chance you got. Well, here it is, baby.’’ She growled, taking her cock and guiding it closer to your face with a smirk. “And you better take it all down your throat, or I leave you like this!” She threatened, pulling her thumb out of your mouth and quickly replacing it with the toy. The moment her cockhead entered your mouth you both sighed. Just this caused more wetness to pool between your legs and with no barrier it started to smear across your thighs as you tried to work more of her into your mouth, until she hit the back of your throat. A small, involuntary gag, caused Wanda to moan once more and you wondered if she could feel your mouth around her, she certainly had the power to make it happen if she wanted to. So you decided to test your theory. You pulled off of her cock, until only her tip was inside and you swirled your tongue over it, before taking her back in as deep as you could. Her reaction was instantaneous, a loud moan gracing your ears, followed by one of her hands taking a few strands of your hair to steady you against her. She could definitely feel you. And you wondered if she could have always done that and why she chose to do it now for the first time. “Clever girl.” Wanda praised, realizing that you had discovered what she used her magic for and she started to move with you, building a rhythm that had her throwing her head back. “Let’s see if Mommy’s cock can erase all these thoughts from your head.” She rasped, taking hold of you with her other hand as well and driving her hips forward, until her cock hit the back of your throat again. You tried to keep your mouth open, stifling a small gag and forcing yourself to take her in a little bit deeper. The thought of being left untouched was motivation enough, but the knowledge that she could feel you, that you can please her, make her feel good, make her cum, had you desperate to take her all the way in. Wanda sensed your vigour, felt your excitement and she knew the source of it. She wasn’t even sure which one of you wanted it more at this point, her body shuddering under the immense pleasure of this new feeling she was experiencing. The feeling of your tongue gliding on the underside of her shaft and swirling over her head, your lips tightly wrapped around her as most of her shaft was encased in your wet, warm mouth was unlike any other and she had to hold back from bucking her hips and gagging you even more. And God, she was tempted. “Take a deep breath for me.” Wanda instructed, pulling back to give you a second to comprehend her words and do as you’re told. You tried to nod as much as you could, your chest heaving and your eyes watery as they looked up at Wanda. “God, you look so pretty like this, with your beautiful eyes looking up at me like that.” She admired you openly, her voice growing hoarse as everything inside her screamed to ruin you. She drove her hips forward, her movements deliberately slow and gentle and you knew a deep thrust was coming, so you did your best to keep your mouth open as you felt her drive her cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you want to gag, a reflex you tried to hold back as she pushed deeper, stopping an inch from the base of her strap. “Breathe, baby.” She soothed, as she repeated the action a few more times, allowing you to get used to her and the new feeling. “Keep your pretty eyes on me.” She demanded, a hand cupping your cheek. “I want you to look at me.” When Wanda knew you were ready, she pulled back a little, allowing you another deep breath, before she thrust back in, this time not stopping until she felt you take her all the way and she let a deep moan at the feeling of it. “There we go. Who knew you’re such a good little cock-sucker?” She moaned once more, holding you against her, her eyes closing in pure bliss. She could feel your throat constricting in a stifled gag, squeezing her cock deliciously and making her gasp with delight, your struggle only adding to her excitement. Cautiously, she pulled back, allowing you to breathe, taking the toy, which she progressively started to think of as her cock, out of your mouth for a moment as she looked at you, lips swollen and eyes watery, chest heaving as you admired her as much as she did you. “More, please.” You rasped, repositioning yourself, the hardwood floor unforgiving on your knees, but you didn’t care. “You want more, baby girl?” She asked as she stroked your cheek affectionately. “You want Mommy to cum down your throat?” “Yes, please!” You licked your lips subconsciously, mouth watering at the thought that she could do that. That you would taste her. “Good girl.” She praised, taking hold of her cock and guiding it back to your parted lips. “But baby?” She paused making sure she had your full attention. “If you can’t take it all the way down, Mommy will cum on your pretty tits instead and she won’t let you taste even a drop! Understood?” The threat in her voice was clear and you couldn’t believe how much your body responded, hating the prospect of wasting even a drop. You tried to nod, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough for her and you weren’t surprised when she pulled back, so she’d allow you to speak. “Yes, Mommy.” You said with a smile, lips parting as you waited for her to put her cock back in your mouth. She started to move slowly, allowing you to adjust once more as she got closer and closer. She could feel her orgasm building, impossible to ignore as you sucked her eagerly, letting her guide you the way she wanted. Each time her cock sinking deeper, until she could feel you take all of her once more. And as soon as you did, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. She pulled away, allowing you to breathe for a second. “Show me how much you want my cum.” She rasped, thrusting forward and feeling her cock twitch as she started to come. You braced yourself for it, eagerly sucking her as she stilled, not wanting to waste a single drop of her delicious cum, by letting it spill and you watched her throw her head back as her orgasm washed over her, feeling her legs shake under your palms and you reached behind her to support her better. You felt each spurt of white as she moaned in pleasure and you helped her ride it out as best you could, fighting your body as it screamed for air, screamed for you to pull away, but you refused. Not before she was done. Her pleasure was intoxicating, making your own pussy twitch with need and even more wetness to leak out and smear over your entrance and thighs. For a moment there, while Wanda came into your mouth and stood still against you, it seemed that she had calmed. That your earlier transgressions had been forgiven. Her face was serene and relaxed, while she tried to take steady breaths, but as soon as she pulled out and looked down at you, teary eyes trained on her while you tried to let your throat relax and breathe, her rage returned. She picked you up from the floor with a gentle hand, steadying you on your wobbly legs and using her magic to strip you entirely, guiding you to the bed, so she can practically throw you on it. “Get on your hands and knees.” She demands, swiftly following after you and positioning herself behind you. Before you could react, before you had a chance to even comprehend her instructions, she was pulling you up and propping you in the position she required, her impatience obvious. Her hungry eyes zeroed in on the way your back arched, on your ass, that you kept up in the air for her, on your wet pussy and the glistening evidence of your arousal and she had to smirk. You were so ripe for the taking. “Look at that…” She mused, her hands taking hold of you once more, her palms kneading your ass. “You’re all wet.” She said smugly. “Did sucking my cock get you this wet?” She asked as she spread your cheeks to take a better look at you. With your face flushed and your mind starting to melt from the prospect of being fucked, you could hardly say anything. Wanda’s filthy words making their way to your ears and making you blush even more, there was no way you could respond. Unfortunately for you, your silence only infuriated Wanda more and her hands retracted, only for her to land a harsh slap on your ass, pulling a surprised gasp from you. “I asked you a question baby girl.” She said with a stern tone, another slap landing on your other cheek. “If I have to repeat myself, I’ll have to assume that you don’t want to get fucked. Is that the case, honey?” She asked with mocking softness in her tone. “I want to get fucked, please!” You managed to say as you whined a little into the mattress. “I bet you do…” She mused as she ran a finger through your wetness, just to tease you. “You’re so wet. I’ve never seen you this wet before. Is that all from sucking my cock?” She asked once more, retracting her finger and licking it clean. “Yes, Mommy.” You responded softly, your cheeks heating up just from the thought. “Well, if you weren’t such a bad girl today, perhaps you would have gotten what you wanted right now…” She said sternly. “But you just couldn’t wait, could you?” She accused, landing another slap on your ass, watching it turn faint pink. “You had to go and touch yourself!” She growled, each hit growing harder. The skin on her palm stung from spanking you, but she ignored it, letting out her anger as she continued to list your transgressions. “Did you think that I wouldn’t find out? Or did you forget that only I’m allowed to touch that greedy little pussy?” She asked, each sentence a new slap that had you moaning into the mattress. It was the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. “Or maybe you did it to get my attention…” She mused, pausing for a second and using her fingers to tease your entrance again, gliding along your slit and touching your clit briefly, but retracting, before you had a chance to really enjoy the pleasure of it. “What will your family think, I wonder?’’ She asked, resuming her spanking. “What would they say if they saw you today? If they knew you were trying to touch me under the blanket, with them right next to us!’’ She hissed at the memory. “If they saw you wore no panties to their dinner table! That you were showing off your pussy and ass, like a common whore, when they could have walked in at any second!’’ Just the thought had her head spinning. The sound of each slap and each one of your corresponding moans spurring her on more.  “What would they say if they knew you were so hungry for my cock you couldn’t wait till we’re alone?! That you swallowed all my cum and still wanted more. That I’m spanking your ass to punish you, yet your pussy fucking leaks.’’ She continued, pointedly running her fingers through your wetness, circling your clit just to pull away again. “I bet it wants my cock so much. I left you needy this morning, huh? You had to have it that badly.” She growled, your ass turning red by the end of it. “Yes, please!” You finally responded, almost screaming, your hips trying to push into her and get some of the friction you needed. “Mommy, please!” You begged, hoping to soften her. “Next time you want my cock that badly, ask nicely!” “But I did!” You try to protest. You knew that your impatience and neediness had gotten you here, that you had earned your punishment, but you couldn’t help the way your pussy pulsed and twitched with need for her. “Don’t you dare talk back at me after all the stunts you pulled.” Wanda growls, a loud smack reaching your ears before you even felt it. It was the hardest so far and yet, so delicious you moaned. Wanda paused to admire her work, your face flushed, your pussy somehow wetter than before and your ass the perfect shade of red. If she could, she’d take a picture of you right now, so she could remember this moment forever. Satisfied, she teased your pussy once more, a single finger running through your wetness, sometimes stopping at your entrance, as if she would give you what you want and sink inside, only to pull away again. “I shouldn’t even be indulging you right now.” She told you sternly. “I should leave you like this. Teach you a lesson about patience. But if I do, you’ll just spend the night trying to touch yourself.” She said accusingly, the tip of her finger dipping in, before she pulled out again. “And we can’t have that, can we?”   “Please!” You whimpered, your voice a little broken as Wanda continued to tease you. “You’re so pretty when you beg.” Wanda complimented, allowing her finger to dip inside you again, before she retracted it. “Please, Mommy!” You squirmed, your whole body on fire. “Please, what? What should I do, when you’ve been such a bad girl, huh?” She asked as she leaned in closer, her body pressing into you, her cock grazing your thigh and her hands running over your back. “Please, fuck me!” You begged openly, whining when she pulled away from you again. There was a moment of silence between you, a moment when you could almost hear the gears in her head turning, while she was deciding if she was going to give in, or punish you further and you waited with bated breath as she took her time. Eventually her fingers returned, soft and gentle as she explored you and you audibly sighed in relief as she found your clit and circled it slowly. She took her time to do it in a way that left you breathless and desperate for more. When your moans turned to whines of frustration, she retracted shortly, watching fear rise within you at the prospect of being left like this, before she dipped a finger in your entrance. She let it sink in entirely this time, meeting no resistance as you welcomed her. She moved in and out of you with slow precision, dragging out your pleasure even from this, only adding a second finger, when she was satisfied with your desperate state. The delicious stretch that her fingers provided had you moaning, your walls squeezing her in, refusing to let her go even for a second. Had it not been for the soundproof spell she had put on your room, the whole house would have heard you and you were grateful for this small mercy as she quickened her pace, starting to build you up. “My little brat!” She admired you, fingers pumping in even harder. “Has Mommy been soft on you all this time? Perhaps I let you get your way too much.” She added, watching you struggle to speak, struggle to think of something to say. “Or maybe you wanted to be punished. Is that it, little brat?” “No! No, Mommy.” You manage to say through broken moans as she hits an especially sensitive spot inside you. “Is this a good spot, baby?” She asks, hitting it again and watching you almost melt into the mattress. “Are you going to cum all over my fingers?” “Yes, Mommy, please!” You whimper as you get so close, your orgasm about to hit you. To your dismay, she pulls away, leaving you empty and smiling viciously when you whine in frustration. “You don’t deserve it.” She says coldly, flipping you over, so you can face her. She crawls over you like a predator, her eyes fiery and full of emotion. “Luckily for you, I’m in a generous mood.” She adds in a low growl, shifting her weight, so she could prop herself on one arm, the other returning back to your entrance and pushing slowly inside. She angled them as before, hitting that glorious spot within you every time, watching your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. Despite still being angry with you, she couldn’t help but feel a sort of reverence towards you, a sort of internal pull, something deep inside her loving to see your pleasured expression, loving to be the cause of it. And a primal urge to do it over and over again. When you got close again your arms wrapped around her, holding on to her in a way that she adored. You were so precious when you searched for her, arms tightening as if she’d disappear, nails digging into her skin, needing her close. The gesture never failed to warm her heart. “Go on, baby, cum for me, I’ve got you.” She whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck softly and feeling your face nestle against her as you held her even tighter, allowing yourself to finally cum. When your orgasm hit, you practically screamed, body shaking and spasming in pleasure, as powerful waves of it washed over your body. The intensity grew exponentially, surprising even you and you were glad that you had Wanda to hold on to, feeling as if you’d get lost in it without her. She helped you ride it out, whispering soft praises as she moved inside you, revelling in the feeling of your walls pulsing around her fingers and only pulling out when she knew you grew sensitive to her touch. She brought her fingers up, inspecting them with a satisfied grin, before she pried your lips open and pushed her fingers in your mouth, making you clean them off with your tongue, watching your blissed out face. When you let them go with a pop, recovering somewhat, Wanda kissed you deeply, exploring your mouth and getting a taste of you that only fuelled her desire.   “You taste so good, baby girl.” She smiled down at you, mischief in her eyes and she started to descend your body. “So delicious. I just have to try for myself.” She decides, settling between your spread legs and diving straight in. Her tongue swirled over your clit delicately, feeling it twitch under her. She had left it neglected until now and she loved the way you arched your back just from the smallest stimulation on it. She repeated the action slowly, licking a line straight from your opening up to your clit and your long sigh of pleasure was like music to her ears. Loving to tease you, she let her tongue push against your entrance a few times, keeping your legs open with her strong arms and feeling you trying to open them even further. “My greedy little brat.” She spoke roughly, one of her hands slapping your thigh, before she took it away. Her fingers found their way back inside you before you even had a chance to respond and she focused her efforts back on your clit, the intensity of it taking your breath away. Your back arched as you silently took everything she was giving you, feeling overwhelmed in the best possible way. “Mommy!” You moaned when her fingers curled inside you, building your next orgasm quickly. She wasted no time in swirling her tongue over your clit in delicious circles, knowing how much you loved the feeling. As the pleasure grew more intense, you couldn’t help but wish that you could stay in this moment, but your body didn’t listen, climbing higher and getting closer to the edge and Wanda was delighted. She kept hitting that same spot determined to have you cry out for her again and from the looks of it, it wouldn’t take long. “Mommy, I’m so close!” You squirmed, almost pulling away from her, but she wouldn’t let you. Your fingers laced in her hair almost instinctively, needing to touch her, to feel close to her, the muscles in your body tightening as you reached the edge. The feeling of it wasn’t sudden, you knew it was coming, yet you weren’t prepared for how intense it would be, or how powerfully the orgasm that followed would affect you. It started at the pit of your stomach, spreading over your entire body like a tidal wave, quickly taking over all your senses, until all you could feel was pleasure. Wanda’s tongue felt like it was brushing against all the best spots at once, and her fingers moved deep inside you, making your legs tremble, helping you ride it all out. The feeling of it was so deeply satisfying, that you didn’t want it to ever end. When it did, you practically melted, your chest heaving as you tried to breathe through your high, feeling Wanda crawl over you with a grin on her face. “That was amazing.” You said, your eyes closed and clearly thinking she was done with you. “Good.” She practically purred, leaning down to kiss you, her tongue easily invading your mouth and letting you taste yourself once more. She hovered above you for a few seconds, admiring the calm content on your face, your attention so focused on her eyes that you didn’t even notice when one of her hands sneaked between your bodies, taking hold of her cock, until she was lining it up with your entrance. “Oh my God!” You took a deep breath, waiting for the moment she would fill you, your words morphing into gasps as she stretched you, bottoming out in one smooth motion. “Did you think we’re done, little brat?” She asked as she lets you adjust to her. Every part of her screamed at the urge to just fuck you, overwhelmed by the indescribable feeling of being inside you. “After what you did today, I’m not stopping, until you’re so fucked out, you can’t even scream anymore.” She practically growled, pulling out half-way, so she could thrust inside you again. She couldn’t help herself. This truly was unlike anything she’d ever felt and she wondered why it took her so long to try. Getting to fuck your mouth and cum down your throat was spectacular, yes, but being inside you was heavenly. Your walls were hugging her tightly, squeezing and pulsing around her, your wet pussy welcoming her. This is where she belonged, where she wanted to stay, snugly nestled deep inside you and feeling every shudder, every tremble and twitch as she fucked you, getting to swallow all your moans as she kissed you deeply. “Fuck! You feel so good.” She grunted, thrusting even harder, her pace gradually building, causing surges of pleasure every time she bottomed out. “Such a tight little pussy.” She murmured to herself, thinking she might not last with the way you felt. You tried to meet her thrusts, your body caught between wanting to cum and already feeling overwhelmed, but she wouldn’t let you. Her strong arms held you down, forcing you to spread your legs even more, so she could hit an even deeper spot inside you. She took both your wrists, pinning them above your head and staring you down, as if daring you to defy her. She was nowhere near done with you and she wasn’t going to let you think that she had so easily forgiven you. After all, she still needed to teach you a lesson. “Mommy.” You whine, your pretty eyes looking up at her and pleading for something you couldn’t voice. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?” She asks, watching you arch your back and snapping her hips, pulling a gasp from you. “Feels so good, yes!” You manage between small moans. “Show me.” She demands, rolling on her side and taking you with her, until suddenly you were on top and she was smirking at you. “Ride that cock.” She instructed smugly, her hands starting to guide your hips. You tried to take it slow, but Wanda wouldn’t let you, pushing you to match the rhythm she had previously set, watching your breasts bounce above her. She was so deep inside you at this angle, her eyes devouring the way you moved. In the heat of the moment you reached down to play with your nipples, forgetting yourself, until she pushed them away harshly. “Put your hands behind your back.” She instructed, catching the momentary hesitation in your eyes. “Don’t make me do it for you.” She warned and you did as you’re told, intertwining your fingers behind you and feeling her magic envelop them in invisible ropes. “These are mine to play with, remember?” She smirked, reaching up to roll your nipples between her fingers, pulling even more moans from you as your hips stuttered for a moment. Wanda made you ride her like this, enjoying the way you teased yourself, your pace too slow to take you over the edge. Your little frustrated moans and whimpers only made it sweeter. She could admire you like this for hours, if it wasn’t for her own orgasm that kept building and growing, until she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it back for much longer. That’s when her hands gripped your hips, guiding you to move faster, her own hips joining your efforts and meeting you half way, driving her cock deeper than she’s ever been, pulling a series of loud moans from you, your head thrown back. “How does that cock feel, baby girl?” She panted. “So good!” You whined, breathless. “I’m so full.” “Oh, you have no idea, honey.” Wanda smirked, feeling you squeezing her cock. “Wait till Mommy pumps you full of her cum. Then you’ll be really full.” She promised in a growl, her hips picking up their speed. “Oh my God, please!” You rasped, your walls twitching with anticipation. “Yeah? You want it? Are you going to keep it inside, baby? Mommy will be very disappointed if you waste it.” “I’ll keep it.” You promised in a daze, knowing you were on the edge and seconds away from falling off it. “Please, just let me cum, please.” You begged, feeling that tightening that signalled your orgasm. “You wanna cum all over Mommy’s cock, honey?” She teased, knowing you’re so close and feeling herself ready to explode. “Please, please, please!” You whined, about to do it, regardless if she allowed it or not and bracing yourself. “You can cum. Go on, cum with me.” She encouraged, delivering one final thrust and burying herself as deep inside you as he could. The orgasm that washed over her body was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Wave after wave in rapid succession, each one more satisfying than the last. Your pussy was squeezing her tightly through it, pulsing and milking her cock, hungry for every drop of her cum. Enveloped in you, she felt bliss and she wanted to prolong it as much as possible, thrusting inside you in irregular motions, until she was spent. Above her, you were lost in your own little world of pleasure, head thrown back, with your hair falling behind you in waves as you came. You could feel the ropes of cum as she filled you up, felt the way your pussy spasmed as you came, each twitch a new surge of orgasmic bliss as you fell apart. Distantly, you could hear Wanda moan below you, felt her fingers digging into your flesh as she held on to you and it only made it better, her thrusts only stopping when you both couldn’t take anymore. “Fuck!” She cursed, helping you to get off of her and laying you on the bed. You felt her get up and had you been more coherent, you might have questioned why she didn’t release your arms, still tied behind your back, but as it was, you could hardly even think. Wanda got off the bed in a slow, lazy motion, admiring your spent body and the way you panted. In your helpless state and with her cum leaking out of your pussy, you looked even more fuckable and a sense of primal desire took over her. She took hold of your ankles and pulled you down, towards the edge of the bed, until your feet touched the floor and you were left bent over the bed. In a swift motion, you felt Wanda spread your legs more, opening you up to her, so she could have a better look at you. Another drop of her cum leaked out of you, pulled down by gravity, until Wanda stopped it with a finger and pushed it back in, pulling a surprised gasp from your throat. She watched the way her finger disappeared inside you and you moaned in frustration, feeling overstimulated and needy at the same time. “Didn’t I tell you to keep my cum inside?” She questioned from above you, her eyes turning dark again. A fact that would have brought more alertness to you if you had seen it. “Such a bad girl. Defying Mommy all day…” “Mommy…” You moaned, not really sure what to say. “That’s ok, sweetheart. Mommy will just have to fill you up again.” She explained in a low, soothing tone, lining up her cock with your entrance once more. “Mommy, I’m so sensitive.” You tried to protest, feeling her tip gathering your wetness and the stray drops of her cum, involuntarily pulling away from the contact as it brought another jolt of overstimulation. “Oh no, don’t you try to squirm away from me.” She hissed, taking hold of you, firm and unwavering. “You’ve been begging me to fuck you all day. Parading yourself for me, teasing me, so I would drag you back here.” She said through her teeth. “You asked for this, now you’re going to take it. Isn’t that right?” She asked, her hand landing harshly on your ass and reminding you of the earlier spanking you had received. “Yes, Mommy.” You nod eagerly, feeling excited, despite how overworked your body felt. You loved it when she got like this. When she left behind her inhibitions and took what she wanted. “Go on, beg me to fuck you.” Wanda commanded, pushing the tip of her cock inside you and watching you gasp just from this. “Please, Mommy, fuck me.” You begged, anticipation building inside you and culminating in a deep thrust that buried her entire strap inside you. You moaned together, Wanda feeling a little overstimulated herself, but ignoring it, focusing entirely on the way your fists clenched at the feeling of her bottoming out. There really was nothing quite like it and she revelled in it. She remained pressed up against you, letting you feel the entirety of her length, while she ran her hands over your back and shoulders soothingly, bringing a sense of calmness and comfort. The sensation of her being still inside you was oddly arousing, a kind of teasing you hadn’t experienced before and you made an effort to move in your limited range of motion, only for her to snap her hips forward and pin you in place. “Oh my God!” You groaned. “Impatient, aren’t you, little kitten?” She smirked, pulling back and burying her entire length in you again. “Mommy, please!” You whined, incapable of escaping from her merciless, deep thrusts. “Oh, what’s the matter, baby? You were begging for my cock, now it’s too much for you, huh?” Before you can answer, another thrust came, making any words die in your throat, replaced by moans and whimpers. Her movement was calculated, using slow, deep thrusts that forced you to feel the entirety of her. Somehow her cock seemed bigger to you now, filling you to the brim and pushing out all thoughts, all feelings that weren’t her. Gradually, she started moving faster, building a rhythm, her hands on your hips, holding on to you tightly. Your mouth had fallen open at this point, small pants and whimpers leaving you as you tried to take everything she was giving you. It was both too much and not enough, leaving you trapped between a haze of lust and overstimulation. Watching you like this, Wanda couldn’t help herself. She reached a hand, taking a fistful of your hair and guiding you up, her other hand wrapping around you to support you. She nuzzled her face in your shoulder, leaving kisses and bites there while she fucked you. “Fuck, Mommy!” You moaned, calling out to her. “Hush, little kitten.” She silenced you quickly, the hand she had around you reaching up, two of her fingers finding their way into your mouth. “There you go. Suck on Mommy’s fingers.” She soothed, her hips picking up their speed. The dirtiness of it all did not escape you, yet you couldn’t help but open your mouth more, accepting her fingers to the knuckles, your tongue lapping at them, mirroring the way you had sucked her cock earlier. “That’s right. My dirty little girl.” She praised with a smile. When they were nice and wet, she pulled them out, smirking at the needy whines of protest you let out. “What’s the matter, honey? You miss having Mommy down your throat?” She almost mocked, her wet fingers tweaking your nipples, before trailing down and settling between your legs. “Maybe when I’m done fucking your sweet little pussy, I’ll put you back on your knees.” She suggested, parting your folds and settling her fingers on your clit, rubbing it in small circles.   The filthy insinuation of her words only heightened the feeling of pleasure inside you, your orgasm building. Her thrusts were relentless, now almost rough and demanding. She could feel you respond to her dirty talk, your walls clenching around her at the thought of being used more. Wanda could tell you were close, the knowledge spurring her on. She wanted to watch you fall apart. She added a little pressure to the way she rubbed your clit, her hips slapping against your every time she slammed her strap inside you, her other hand leaving your hair and settling across your chest, palming one of your breasts. She pinched the nipple, rolling it and she pulled you as close to her as she could, so she could leave sloppy kisses across your neck. “Mommy I’m so close!” You almost screamed, feeling her everywhere, practically surrounded by Wanda. “I know, baby…” She moaned against you. “You can cum.” She whispered. Her fingers tightened around your breast, bracing herself for the moment you’ll let go, her senses attuned to every small sign. She felt it as it started, your body stiffening, even your moans dying down as you reached the edge, but Wanda fucked you right through it, right up until the moment you moaned out her name and started to fall apart. Your pussy gripped her cock, pulsing around her, coaxing her to come with you. The feeling of your pleasure was so sweet and enticing, your pleading soft, whimpers an invitation she couldn’t resist, so she obliged your body’s demand, drawing out your pleasure with stuttering thrusts. Her fingers continued to circle your clit steadily, heightening every small wave of orgasmic bliss, enjoying the way each twitch of your pussy would add to her own pleasure, until you finally came down from your high and she held your shaking body against her, enjoying the aftershocks that surged through both of you, placing small kisses on your neck and shoulders. When you had calmed, she released your hands, helping you climb into bed, before using her magic to take off the harness and the attached dildo and settling next to you into bed. “Learned your lesson, baby?” She asked teasingly, pulling you against her, letting you settle on her chest and wrapping her arms around you. “I don’t know… I enjoyed that quite a lot.” You teased her back, a smile plastered on your face. Tired and knowing you probably couldn’t take anymore, Wanda let it slide, letting you fall asleep, her own breaths evening out as she thought of everything that happened.                                                                                          *             *             * The next morning came sooner than you hoped for, feeling tired and wishing you could sleep in, but you knew you shouldn’t. You turned to stop your alarm, but hit the snooze instead, huffing in disapproval and lying back down. Wanda usually woke up before you, she certainly never missed an alarm, so when you didn’t feel her stir, you settled, grateful to have a few more minutes, pressing your back to her front and feeling her arms pulling you towards her until there was no space between you. “Good morning, my love.” She whispered in your ear. “Good morning, love.” You whispered back, feeling her hand run down your arm and continuing its path across your sides and down your legs. Involuntarily, you closed your eyes, your backside pressing into her at the intimate, gentle feeling. “Look at you…” Wanda gasped, her voice filled with awe and admiration. “So beautiful.” She whispered against your ear, her voice still rough from sleep, sending a shiver down your spine. “So soft.” She muttered, her tongue tracing your lobe. “So sweet and tender.” She murmured, entranced by the feeling of having you in her arms. Wanda could stay here for an eternity and never get tired of it. You were everything she needed or wanted. Unfortunately, your alarm went off again and you huffed, hating to pull away to stop it. “We’ll have to get up.” She reminded, propping herself up on one elbow and watching you pout at her. “Can’t we stay in and cuddle a little?” You asked, pulling her arm towards you. “Just a few minutes.” You pleaded, but Wanda could see that spark in your eyes. She knew that glint of mischief, that smile, which meant that you wanted so much more than just cuddles. “We should go downstairs for breakfast.” She tried to remind you, but you weren’t listening. You nestled yourself against her, pushing up your butt into her front like an offering, guiding her arm around you and pulling it up to your face, your lips wrapping around her middle finger before she could stop you, pulling a surprised moan from her throat.   “I prefer having you in my mouth.” You stated, pulling her finger out of your mouth just long enough to say it and putting it back, sucking it in deeper. “Careful, dear.” She warned, despite entertaining you and moving her finger in and out of your mouth suggestively. “Don’t you remember what happens to naughty little girls?” “I enjoyed that.” You managed to say, before taking her wrist and guiding her hand, so you could take her finger up to the knuckle. The challenge in your voice did not escape Wanda and she raised an eyebrow at you, watching the side of your face, but you seemed unbothered, sucking onto her finger happily. “I should think of a better punishment then?” She suggested, pulling out her finger and offering you two, which you happily took, whining a little around them and pressing up your butt into her. Wanda indulged you for a few moments longer, letting you get her fingers nice and wet, before she took them away, immediately reaching between your legs and tracing your entrance, to find it wetter than her fingers. “Why punish me, Mommy? We had so much fun…” You tried to argue and while you were too busy trying to grind on the fingers she offered, you missed the swirling red magic that sparked from them. “Because you didn’t learn you lesson.” Wanda’s voice hardened and before you could question it, you felt the tip of her strap pressing into you. She rubbed it against you, getting it wet with your juices while you let out a deeply satisfied sigh at the feeling, happily expecting the moment she’ll enter you and you didn’t have to wait long. In a smooth motion, she buried herself inside you, quickly reminded of how good it felt. The angle was a little awkward at first, but she quickly adjusted, driving her cock in and out of you slowly, allowing herself the moment of enjoyment. She played with your clit right from the start, wanting to get you there quickly, whispering in your ear the entire time.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight around me.” She praised, kissing your shoulder, making love to you slowly. She could feel you grinding against her, wanting her to move faster, fuck you harder, but she was determined to keep her movements slow and teasing. Every time you’d try to push yourself against her, she’d stop, burying herself fully inside you and feeling your insides twitch with need and anticipation, squeezing around her cock in a silent plea for more. There was something spectacular about getting to tease you this way, something that brought her a deep sense of fulfilment that went beyond pleasure, or sex. The knowledge that you were hers to play with, hers to tease and fuck, hers to do with as she wished. Her precious little brat. “Mommy, please, don’t tease me.” You begged and to your surprise Wanda obliged you, her hips moving faster against you, her fingers adding more pressure to the way they circled your clit, giving you exactly what you wanted. “Like that, honey? That’s what my pretty girl needs?” She asked softly, kissing and biting your shoulder some more. “Just like that. I’m getting so close.” You practically whined, melting into her hands. “I know, baby. Mommy is close too. She’s about to fill you up with so much cum.” She promised sweetly, her face buried in your neck. “You want that, don’t you, baby?” “Yes, Mommy, I want that so much.” You mewled, getting even closer, feeling that edge approaching and leaving you full of giddy anticipation. “I want to cum with you.” Wanda only hummed, her thrusts getting sloppy and desperate as she felt herself on the edge. She could feel you were close too, almost there. You needed a few seconds longer, but she wasn’t about to give them to you. In a swift motion, her hand moved away from your clit, capturing your arm as a precaution, before allowing herself to let go, her orgasm taking over as she herd you whine at the realization that she wasn’t going to let you cum, but use you for her own pleasure instead. You felt the spurts of cum as she came deep inside you, your pussy reaching the edge, but needing a little more to fall over it. She had timed it perfectly, taking her hand away at the best moment, to make sure that her stuttering thrusts wouldn’t be enough for you. In fact, they only teased you more. Your whines and mewls of protest fell on deaf ears as she rode out the waves of pleasure surging through her body. When she was done, sighing against you with satisfaction, she pulled out, turning you over, so you could lie on your back and using her magic to pin your wrists above your head. With a flick of her wrist, the strap on disappeared and she looked down at you with a devious smirk on her face. You wanted to protest, you wanted to beg actually, plead with her to let you cum, but you knew she wouldn’t, so you kept your mouth shut, struggling against her bonds in a futile attempt to get away from them as she watched you in your frustration. She extended her arm, making sure you could see it well, before magic erupted from her fingers, swirling around them and concentrating above her palm, the thick ropes of red hiding the object she was conjuring until it was ready and it fell on her open palm for you to see. “You know where this is going, don’t you?” She asked with a smirk, letting you examine the small jewelled butt plug she held, the deep red colour of the gem matching her scarlet magic. “Words, darling. I need you to speak to me right now.” She coaxed in a gentle, soothing tone. You knew you could refuse, knew that Wanda was giving you this time to do it if you wanted to and for a moment you struggled to decide. The problem was, your body had decided for you. A fresh wave of arousal had washed over you at the sight of it, your pussy twitching with anticipation, even though you knew this will tease you more than help the need burning inside you. “Yes, Mommy.” You managed to say, meeting her eyes. “I hope that spending the morning with your ass plugged will help you remember to behave yourself.” She smiled, the toy still held up to your eyes. As you watched her, anticipation coursing through both of you, her lesson finally sunk in. You’d think twice, before challenging her or acting up next time. _______________________________________________________ I'm so excited about this fic and I can't wait to hear what you guys think! Disclaimer: The gif is not mine, I will happily give credit if i knew who made it.  If you liked this story and you want more, this fic now has a part 2: Face the consequences
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marvelfanfics1 · 8 months
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I saw that you don't have anything by wandanat :(
So here's my request : can you do a scenario where the reader just love her mommies boobies and she always grab her boobies and lays on it
I love boobies sooo 😻
Love Language
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Pairing: Mommy!WandaNat x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, boobs, fluff
Warnings: I've been dying to write for my favorite redheads and I'm sorry if it's too short 😭
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Your mommies adore how affectionate and loving you are, always giving them kisses or hugs randomly throughout the day to make sure they know how much you love them.
After a while Natasha and Wanda noticed how you would sometimes grab one of their boobs, squeezing them or caressing them with your finger like you were drawing something.
Neither of them mind it at all, they think it's adorable because it also seems you don't realize you're doing it, it mostly happens when you're cuddling with them and are focused on the TV or your tablet.
Just like now, you were cuddling with Wanda and sucking on your paci while Natasha was in the kitchen on the phone talking and probably cursing in russian.
After a while your hand crept up your mommy's shirt to get hold of her boob, your gaze still fixated on the cartoon that Wanda had put on for you.
"You all comfortable, baby?" She asked and you nodded, snuggling even closer to her and sighing contently when she started to scratch your back with her nails, the sensation giving you goosebumps.
Natasha walked in and smiled at the sight of her favorite girls all cuddled up together. She also noticed you were again kind of drawing shapes on Wanda's chest.
She didn't address it and just flopped on the couch on Wanda's other side. The second your Mama laid down you leaned over to give her a paci kiss.
"Wove you mommies." you smiled brightly and went to lay between your mommies with your head now resting on Natasha's chest.
"We love you more, little dove," Natasha said and placed her arm over you both to hold you close.
Later in the middle of the night, your mommies were letting you sleep in their bed after you had a nightmare and were too afraid to sleep alone.
Natasha was scrolling on her phone when she felt you moving beside her, turning on your side so you were facing her and still asleep.
As you got settled again she continued to scroll until she felt your hand grabbing at her shirt, whining a little.
"Shh, Mommies are here." She whispered but you didn't stop, she got an idea and carefully took off her shirt to not wake you or Wanda up by all the movements.
She tossed the shirt away and got comfortable again, pulling you a little closer.
In a matter of seconds your hand was on her boob and the whining died down to quiet snores, making Natasha chuckle at how fast you can be calmed down just by her or Wanda's boobs.
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abbyromanoff · 1 year
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G!p Mommy Wanda pleaseeee
Here To Help
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Pairings: g!p Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: 1933
Had to skip a few requests to get to this one as I’ve been wanting to write this for days now, so, I apologize!!
Warnings: mommy kink, little reader, somnophillia, fingering, jerking off, hand jobs, innocence kink, mentions of slapping
Summary: Wanda couldn’t help herself seeing your helpless form all ready for her.
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
The moment you mentioned to your girlfriend that you’ve never been camping, she made it her mission to fix that. She planned out everything, where you’d go, the food situation, renting a lodge, anything you could ever want in a trip. She didn’t tell you, she waited till the last minute to inform you that you’d be taking a little trip with her. The day before, you wondered where all your stuff had gone. But Wanda secretly stuffed it into your bag and put it in the trunk of her car. When you woke up to being carried over Wanda’s shoulder in the middle of the night, you were confused but didn’t say anything.
After a few hours of a drive, you both arrived at your destination and Wanda took a moment to admire your peaceful state before waking you up. You were almost immediately greeted by the harsh sun and a wooden cabin, turning to look at your girlfriend, you gave her an odd look that she chuckled at before bringing you inside.
“Mommy, where are we?” Came your small, fragile voice. Wanda’s heart melted hearing the pure innocence in your tone, she could listen to you speak for hours.
“Well, I know you’ve never been camping, so, I thought, why not take my favorite girl out on a trip? Just me, you, and the wilderness.” You leaned back to look at her, a smile growing on your face.
“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m so excited! Oh, can we go fishing? Or catch frogs? Did you bring our board games? We could play those and-” You continued your rambling as Wanda chuckled and set you down, you looked over the cabin and ran around each room at least five times.
“So, what do you think?”
“I love it, mommy! It’s perfect!” Your body plopped down on the couch in the living room, feeling the cozy blankets fall on top of you. Wanda took a quick look around the place, making sure everything was alright for her little one. She promised to make this the best trip of your life, she wasn’t going to break that.
“Well, I think the first step in this place is to cook something. I know you don’t like the whole hunting aspect so, I bought us some fruits and pre-cooked food to make. And, I may or may not have snuck in a little dessert that we could make if you’re good.” She trailed on, watching the happiness in your expression.
“Yay! Thank you, mommy, this is already the best trip ever!” She walked you both over to the kitchen, well, she followed behind you as you ran to the room.
“Slow down there speedy, don’t need you tripping over yourself.” You mumbled out a small apology and grabbed the food from the bag, which she soon set you aside to do herself.
The rest of the night was spent with laughter, treats, and your adorable rambles about nature. Wanda wouldn’t trade it for the world. And now, she was helping you get ready for bed. She brushed your teeth, did your skincare, and dressed you up in your cute pajamas. You wore a tank top looking shirt with little bears on it, your shorts matching. She bought them specifically for this day.
“Alright my little bear, time to get you to sleep.” She handed you your stuffed animal and laid beside you, puffing up the pillows behind her. You whined lowly and looked at her with pleading eyes, ones you knew she could never resist.
“Please mommy! I don’t want to go to bed, I want to play.” Your pout was adorable, it had to be Wanda’s favorite thing about you. But she had to deny, she couldn’t have her little one all sleepy during the trip.
“Sweetheart, if you want to play, you need to sleep. I promise, tomorrow will be so much fun! I’ll even teach you how to fish, but only if you’re good and go to sleep.” She bargained, making it impossible for you to say no to her.
“Fine, but only because I want to catch fishies!” You giggled, cuddling your build a bear closer.
“Alright baby, lets go nighty night. I’ll wake you up extra early just so we can watch that beautiful sunrise.”
“Goodnight mommy, I love you.” Your body leaned into hers and your head landed on her chest, using her boobs as a pillow.
“I love you more, my sweet little angel.” And with that, you both fell into a peaceful sleep. Well, for her at least. You were in dream world, a very interesting dream you could say.
“Mommy! Feels so good!” You whimpered out as she pounded into you mercilessly, not letting you mutter out a sentence without moaning in between each word.
“Yeah? You like my dick filling up this tiny little cunt? Oh I bet you do, I bet you fucking love it. You know why?” She panted, trying her best to keep up the hard and fast pace. Her hand landed across your ass, creating a loud cracking sound that mixed in with your thighs slapping together.
“I asked you a question, baby, I expect an answer.”
“W-why mommy?” She chuckled darkly and leaned towards your ear, taking the lobe in her mouth before speaking.
“Because you’re my dirty little whore, you just love to be used by mommy, don’t you? You love being her sex doll? Her pet?” You nodded desperately, already feeling your orgasm approaching for the third time this night.
“Yes mommy! I love it! Love being your toy, your cockslut.” She could feel you clenching around her, the desire to breed you plaguing her mind.
“I can tell you need to cum, fucking do it. Cum with me baby, let me fill this hole till you’re dripping.” She grunted, pre-cum already dripping into you.
Wanda was awoken by soft movements near her thigh, when she looked down, she was greeted with the sight of ler little one humping her leg. Your soft moans filled her ears as she watched in amazement for a moment. Her arms trailed down to your body, twisting your nipples ever so gently through the fabric of your shirt. Her other hand curiously made its way down to your soaked shorts, your arousal making a dark wet spot on the thin clothing.
“Oh Y/N, so needy for mommy even in your sleep. It’s alright, I’ll take care of you.” She didn’t care if you couldn’t hear her, she still treated you like her baby. Her dick grew hard just at the thought of your dreams, she knew she shouldn’t, but she needed to see what you were thinking about.
Her small gasp echoed throughout the room, she couldn’t believe your innocent self would be dreaming about that. She always showed you care in the bedroom, she never thought that you might actually like being tossed around a bit.
“Oh my, you’re getting mommy all hard from that little brain of yours. And you’ve made such a mess! You’ve practically ruined your shorts, the ones mommy picked out just for you.” She fauxed concern and made her way down the bed, spreading your legs just enough to pull down your undergarments.
“Shit, you’re even wetter than I thought. You really are a slut, aren’t you? My little slut.” Her tongue made it’s way to your dripping folds, moaning as the taste of your sopping cunt. She needed more of you, she needed to feel you clench around her mouth as she licked up all of your juices. She dove back in, making sure to lick every inch of you.
“Fuck baby, you taste amazing! Wish I could eat you out every second.” Your body moved slightly, your eyes starting to flutter open.
“Mommy?” Came your small, groggy voice, clearly still being tired as you slipped in and out of sleep.
“Shh, my love, it’s all just a dream. Go back to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You gave a short nod and did as she said, falling back asleep with little to no effort. She laughed quietly and removed her own clothing, stroking her hard dick. Her palm went under your shirt, playing with your nipples teasingly. She pinched the swollen buds, picturing it was her mouth on them instead. She lifted the article of clothing just above your tits, moving to take one in her mouth just like she wanted. Her hand continued her motions on her throbbing length, feeling the coil in her stomach tightening.
“Mm, wanna cum all over this cute body. So dumb, such a dumb baby, can’t even register mommy fucking you. I bet if I slapped this precious face, you’d wake up, I know you’d want that.” She muttered, not talking to anyone in particular but fueling her needs. When she heard you whine in your sleep, it only brought her closer.
“Yeah, that’s it, moan for me, you bitch. I know you want this, you love the thought of me whoring you out, making you my precious toy.” Her hands sped up, her mouth moving from your puffy nipple to the neglected one, sucking as if milk would come out. Cum spurted out of her length as it twitched so deliciously in her palm, coating your pussy. Her hips stilled, her eyes screwing shut.
When she looked down, she admired your dripping pussy covered in her release. She used her digits to slowly finger the cum inside of you, your hips jerking up in your sleep.
“M-mommy? What are you doing?” She didn’t take her eyes off of your cunt, being too engrossed in your body.
“Shh, you were just having a wet dream, I had to take care of you. You understand, right? Just had to make my baby feel better.”
“But, it’s all tingly down there. It feels weird, mommy. I-It feels weird in a good way.” She smiled down at you and moved to sit next to you, giving a little pat to your stuffie that you picked back up. You looked down and saw your shirt had ridden up, you quickly and embarrassingly pulled it back down.
“Oh that’s alright sweetheart, I’m here to take care of you. I can’t leave my baby all tingly without any help, now can I? Now, sit back and let me lead the way, just do whatever mommy asks of you.” You nodded and spread your legs slightly, shyly moving your hand to her cock.
“Can I play with you too, mommy?” She could’ve came on the spot hearing your sweet and soft voice, the words you muttered with it making it even harder not to destroy you right then and there.
“Of course you can, baby. Remember that time I taught you how to please mommy? Do exactly that while I play with your little cunt, just sit there all pretty and let me touch you.” You did exactly what she asked, smiling when you heard her moan.
“Like that?”
“Yes! Just like that, you’re doing amazing, my love. Now let me finger this sweet little thing, I know you want it. Or did you want me to fuck you with my dick like in your dream? You want me to destroy you for anyone else?” Your eyes widened hearing the last sentence, how did she know?
“Don’t give me that look. When I woke up to you humping my thigh, I just had to help. What kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t help my angel?”
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scxrlett-wid0w · 8 months
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Hiya I have read you Natasha and Wanda fics and I would like to say that they are so good and if it’s possibly u you could do a age regression with either Natasha or Wanda or both and reader set up a whole date night scenario with the help of maybe Yelena or carol and they get annoyed and just become really possessive over reader and they end up fighting and reader has just woke up from her nap and comes downstairs and they all stop arguing and they make up as reader told them to. Hopefully you understand that 😂🥰. How u have a good day also if u don’t want to do it that’s fine
Stop Fighting! | WandaNat X Fem!R
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Gif not mine, credits to creator
Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader
Word count: tbd
Warnings: Slight Arguing, Age Regression, Fluff, Little One (R), Mama (N), Mommy (W),
A/N: I'm So Sorry This Is Like A Year Late! Hopefully It's What You Wanted/Expected <3
Summary: The Ask
Stop fighting!
"It has to be perfect!!" You squealed whilst Carol was laying the plates on the dining table
"I know munchkin," She chuckled "why don't you draw your mommies a nice picture, yeah?" She finished setting the table and picked you up.
She rests you on her hip and carries you to your playroom
"Bu' I wanna help youuu!" A loud whine left your mouth when Carol puts you down.
"Don't be like that little one, I'm sure your mommies would appreciate a little picture to go with their meal and dessert, which you can help me make, eh?"
"Okay Aun'ie Carol!" You run over to your little table and grab a pack of crayons
Carol walks back to the kitchen and stirs the sauce that's currently cooking in the pan
Half of an hour later you hear a car pull up the drive and your chair falls over from how fast you stand up
You run to the front door and practically vibrate from excitement when you see the handle pull down
"MOMMY! MAMA! YOU HOME! YOU HOME!!"
Wanda drops her bags and picks you up
"Hi baby we missed you so so much" she rubs her nose against yours and chuckles
Nat comes around your other side and kisses your cheek
"Привет моя любовь" (hi my love) Nat takes Wanda's and her bags upstairs whilst Wanda carries you to the kitchen where she sees Carol
"Oh... Carol, I didn't realise you were here"
Wanda places you in your highchair so she can take over cooking from Carol
"Yeah I'm still here, this cutie must've used the emergency list to call me," She strokes your chin "Said she needed help so I came 'round straight away"
Wanda glares at her "What kind of help did she need that required....You?"
Carol gulps and takes a step back "I can't tell you, it's her surprise for you"
"Mommyyyyy! Be nice! We jus makin dinner for 'oo! Wanted make dinner for us thwree an Aun'ie Cawol jus helpin'."
You huff and pout as Wanda's eyes softened towards Carol
"Oh Carol I'm so sorry, I just assumed the worst and I shouldn't have I'm truly sorry" She hugs Carol and they make up just as the Oven dings to signal the meal was ready
In the end, You and your mommies enjoy a fancy meal (with Auntie Carol to make up for the misunderstanding) and finish the day off with watching your favourite movie: Frozen
"Bye bye Aun'ie Carol, fank yoo fo' helping make dinner!" You squeeze her goodbye before having to go to bed as it was your bedtime
"Did you brush your little teethies малышка?" Nat asks, as she climbs into bed behind you, as Wanda snuggles into you into her front
"Mhm, sleepy time now?" You hold onto Wanda and use her chest to rub your itchy face
"Yes sweetheart, sleepy time now goodnight darling" Your mommies hold onto you as your soft snores fill the quiet room
"We love you" They say before drifting off to sleep too.
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Thanks For Reading <3
My requests are now open again because I'm ready to get back into writing
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alexawynters · 4 months
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Masterlist - ish?
Trying my hand at writing for the first time in like.. a decade and a half.
I see other people create master lists for the sake of simplicity so I'm going to try to do that here? Not super familiar with Tumblr beyond reading other people's fanfiction and reblogging them.
This may seem obvious but minors, DNI. There be inappropriate content here for you.
Who I write for: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Current stories in progress:
Series
Scarlet Whispers p1 t.; pt2.; pt 3.; pt 4.; pt 5.; pt 6.; pt 7; pt 8.; pt 9; pt 10; pt 11; pt 12;
Oneshots and Blurbs
Mommy Knows Best
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 6 months
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mommy wanda fucking your throat with her strap, and when you’d start crying, she just moans and thrusts a little harder.
“good girl, letting mommy do whatever she wants to you. because i own you, and you’re only here for my pleasure, isn’t that right baby? oh, right. your mouth is a little busy.”
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wandasfawn · 3 months
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soft breath, beating heart ౨ৎ
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#. contains! — fem!reader, stepcest, manipulation, mommy kink, fingering, innocence corruption, dumbification, praise.
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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 princess 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 in my princess parts 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.
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witchywandaaa · 7 months
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𝘞𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ— 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭…
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — w𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 (𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨) 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟭.𝟰𝗸
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While getting ready for a date, your received an unexpected call from Wanda Maximoff, the mother of twin boys Tommy and Billy, whom you frequently babysat. She needed you to stay with the boys for a few hours as she had an emergency meeting at the office she worked at. You accepted, and now you were in her living room after tucking the boys in a couple minutes ago. You heard the turning of keys and then the front door open. You got up from the couch, to greet Wanda.
“Hey” Wanda stood there, holding a few papers in her hands, and a tired expression.
“Hi” You spoke shyly as she took in your appearance, her eyes unashamedly checking out your skimpy dress.
“The boys?-“ She started.
“They’re tucked in bed, they were really good today- oddly”
She laughed, and you smiled watching as she pushed her hands into her suit pockets, nervously standing?
“Something special tonight?” She asked, flashing her teeth as she smiled at you.
“Oh- yes, it has been in my closet for a long time now, I wanted to wear it on my- date”
“A date? Wow, what’s his name?” 
“Her name is Rose” 
“Rose? Hmm” She spoke her tone seeped with jealousy and regret. She made her way to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, pouring herself a warm cup of coffee.
“Is she picking you up?”
“No- we decided on meeting at the restaurant at 7, she has a busy schedule, so we thought it would be easier-”
“7? And she’s making you walk to the restaurant in those heels?” She spoke, slowly walking towards you as she took sips of her black coffee. You looked at her confused.
“What’s with the coffee?” You changed the subject, smiling at her, trying to lighten the mood. The sun was beginning to descend, it was definitely not coffee hours. You looked down at the coffee cup, the silver rings on her fingers clinking against it as she held it.
“I have some work to get done” She spoke blankly, her eyes looked down at the cup, and then she went to take another sip. You watched her wondering why she was acting so stern with you, she would usually smile, tell you a few jokes, but today she seemed mad. Was she mad at you? 
“Oh.” 
Her bright green eyes looked back at you, undertones of sadness behind them, you shifted nervously as they flickered down to your lips.
“Okay well I should get going then” You added, causing her eyes to shift back up to your eyes. You felt so exposed under her gaze, you felt so confused with her demeanour, you thought it’d be best if you had left, given her time to rest. Perhaps she had a tough day at work. 
She tucked her loose hair behind her ear as she pulled out her wallet from her pocket, plucking out two hundred dollar bills.
“A little extra for if she also decides to not get the bill” She spoke smiling softly, clearly unimpressed by the person you were going on a date with. 
Your hands brushed as you took the bills. You felt your heart race when she touched you.
“Oh no- this is too much” You protested. Her hands yet again were on yours, the silver rings were cold. She placed the money in your hands.
“Go now- you don’t want to be late”
You smiled weakly as all you wanted was to stay, you wanted to kiss her, let her know that the short and uncomfortable dress you wore was only for her eyes. That you didn’t dig up the most expensive dress you had for a date with some rando called Rose. That you didn’t spend half your afternoon shaving, doing your makeup and hair for just Rose. 
You did something suddenly- that changed everything. It was so unlike you, but in a way completely you. Perhaps it was a boost of confidence, or your body acting on its own to gain reciprocity with the person you truly liked. You placed your hand on her shoulder, smiling sweetly as she gazed into your eyes nervously, her body tensed up.
“Don’t overwork yourself” you spoke. And then you leaned in, and kissed her cheek, but accidentally it was the corner of her lips. 
You hadn’t realised what you did until your lips touched her skin, your face flushed red, deepening the blush you had on. And as you parted, her eyes were wide. But then her lips were on yours, and they moved with yours perfectly, your heart racing and your lips tingling. And even though there was a thousand thoughts going through the background of your brain, all you could feel and think about was Wanda. 
When you wrapped your arms around her neck your body softened and meshed into hers; you felt euphoric. You didn’t care about Rose, you didn’t care about all the explanations why you shouldn’t be with Wanda, you didn’t care about time, all you wanted to do was kiss Wanda, and never let go of her.
When the two of you parted, her vibrant eyes looked back at you, her lips curled into a smile and you looked up at her in awe. 
“Can I?” She spoke, her eyes skimming your body once again, but this time with passion and a sense of relief, she knew Rose wasn’t going to be able to touch you, to feel you, to kiss you in the ways she was going to tonight. 
You nodded, and she took you in with her eyes before connecting your lips with hers once more. Her body pushed into yours, your hands caressing her face, and this time when she parted from your lips, the distance between you two was small and her hands were already taking off your dress from the straps. She planted passionate kisses on your neck and collarbone, receiving a soft moan from your mouth. You felt your body heat up, you shut your eyes, holding onto her shoulders for support as she kissed and nipped on the bare skin. Her hands slipped to the zipper on the back of your dress, slowly pulling it down as her lips worked on your neck. You took her blazer off and only made it to the 4th button on her shirt before your dress was hungrily pulled down so your breasts were on display, she sat on the couch and pulled you by your hips onto her lap. Your dress rid up as her lips planted hungrier kisses from your collarbone to your breasts. Your breathing got heavier as you rolled your hips into her, desiring more than just kisses, but Wanda took her time and you were impatient. Her hands found your hips, and she watched you amused with a smirk.
“Wanda” You whined.
“Patience malysh, patience” She tutted, her hands rested on your hips allowing your body to roll against her thigh, she groaned as your pace quickened and you became more and more needy. She moved her leg underneath you, causing you to toss your head back as your mouth let out moans, but after your relentless body language, she wanted to fuck you another way…
You gasped as you felt her fingers slip into you, a tightening grip on her shoulders as she began pumping in and out at a moderate pace. Your body jolted forward as she went deeper, you clawed the skin on her back as involuntary moans jumped from your lips..
“Oh fuck- your body is so fucking perfect” She spoke rough, you heard her breathing get heavier, and your eyes flickered open to watch her euphoric state, she enjoyed the way your reacted to her. Just then, you gasped as her fingers fucked you faster, her pace quickening and your moans became louder. And once you threw you head back, and shut your eyes again her lips resumed on your neck, this time bitting and sucking the skin more, definitely leaving marks. The feeling of her marking you and her fingers inside of you was a dangerous duo. Your body shuddered as you orgasmed. Her pace slowed down as you came down from your high. Her lips connected with yours again, and you smiled. 
You rubbed circles on her back, as her hands held you close by holding your hips.
“Would you let me take you out on a date?” She asked, smiling widely.
“Yes” You replied, pulling her into another passionate kiss. “But first- I want to fuck you“ Your hands went to finish unbuttoning her top…
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wandasfavreal · 6 days
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Endless
Wanda x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’ve been studying and doing your homework all day without breaks, worrying Wanda a bit. And once you act up due to the pent up stress, she makes you take it back.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Mommy!Wanda x Fem!Reader, dom/sub, fingering(r receiving), edging, spanking, humiliation & degradation, she’s so mean :((( but we love it
Noon came early as you sat on the couch, eyes fixated on the screen in front of you. You’ve been sitting there with your back arched in a terrible posture for hours, typing away on the computer situated on your lap. Every now and then you huffed out in irritation for not coming up with ideas quick enough to fit the minimal time you had left for this specific assignment. Luckily, it was due the next day and you had that sudden motivational rush that usually wouldn’t have come until the last minute. But of course you were still stressed for doing it so late when you previously had two weeks.
Your girlfriend, Wanda, was sitting beside you, reading over some of the emails on her phone as she found the sound of your keys being pushed down almost every second help ease her mind. However, she only felt that way when you first began this homework session… 5 hours ago.
For so long, she watched your concentrated expression with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth as your eyes barely blinked. Sure she could never get tired at looking at you, but seeing you in this state of pretty much rotting as you sat made her worried and uneasy. Wanda set her phone down beside her once she finished replying. She then sat up, facing and looking at you in a small attempt to get your attention.
You still didn’t notice her, despite the movements from her causing the couch to shift you as well and slightly shake the screen your eyes were glued to. Her arm stretched across as her hand comfortingly grasped your thigh. Sighing loudly, she spoke, “Honey, why don’t you get up and walk around or something? Or atleast go to the bathroom?”
Your head perked up as you heard her voice. “What? I’m fine, I’m almost like more than halfway done with this,” you replied, dismissing her and only moving your head back down to return to the engrossed writing. Her words went in one ear and out the other. Wanda wore a sullen expression since you’d usually always listen to her. So trying again, she softly rubbed your skin with her thumb.
“C’mon, you’re a smart girl. You’ll finish it in time with a small break.”
This time as she spoke to you with a silky tone, she was only met with more vexatious typing and the side of your face. The response irked Wanda as you completely ignored her, so deciding to take matters in her own hands, she stood up before her fingers made its way to the edge of the device and pushed the screen down. Then swiftly taking a hold and lightly tossing it to the other side of the couch out of your reach. It happened all so quickly that you couldn’t have even move your tired body to prevent it.
“Wanda, what the hell? I told you I was almost done,” you said as your voice rose, looking up at her with glower. She returned the look as the way you spoke made her feel worse about the situation. She tilted her head to the side, responding to you in a deep undertone.
“Almost done? You said that like an hour ago too.”
“Ok well whatever, just let me-“
“Fix your attitude before you talk to me,” Wanda interrupted you, her voice also rising and her mouth slightly gaped in disbelief because of your behavior. You’ve never really talked back before, so this was an utter shock to her. She noticed you cower a bit and become quiet upon hearing her scold, and it only made her want to take it further. “Get up.”
“What?”
“Just listen to me,” she said, aggressively yanking you up by the arm and dragging you through the house to your shared bedroom. You helplessly followed Wanda into the room before getting pushed onto the bed as she slammed the door. “Take off your clothes.”
Afraid of what she’d do if you didn’t listen, you did as she said. Wanda sat at the edge of the bed next to you with a glare, and waited for you to be done stripping. Once you were bare, she immediately got ahold of you, and roughly pulled you onto her. “Face down on my lap.”
Again, you listened, positioning yourself across her lap as your backend was faced up to her. You nervously looked back at her, wondering what she wanted to do with you… or to you. Soon enough she spoke, only staring at your tense body instead of your face. “You’re such a brat today… thinking you know what’s best for you. Do you think you can tell me right now what I should do to you?”
You turn your head back forward, ashamed to look at her. “I… I don’t know,” you timidly respond. Wanda found it amusing, how your voice shifted so quickly and easily once she had you.
“Of course you don’t. Your dumb little head can’t even think straight. Which is why mommy has to do all the work for you huh?”
You blushed profusely as you looked down, your mind becoming fuzzy already, and you squirmed slightly as she called herself that name. Wanda looked over to you, only to be met with the back of your head. She reached with one hand to make you turn, a loose grip on your face as she squished your cheeks a bit. “You think 30 is fair?”
The question obviously pointed you to the direction that she meant spanking, and you couldn’t help but pout. You nodded slowly, accepting your fate. And the moment you signaled yes, you squeaked as there was a quick slap to your bottom.
“Count for me.”
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As you progressed to finishing 30 hits, each one became worst. You weren’t sure if it was Wanda intentionally going harder, or if it was just your ass becoming more sensitive. You shakily mumbled out every number as you let out small yelps, trying your best to not miscount and have to possibly start over. However, you couldn’t help but become aroused from the pain either. And Wanda noticed that.
Your final spank caused you to cry out, gripping onto the sheets beneath you. “Mm! T-Thirty…” you felt her hand begin to rub your heated flesh, soothing it as it stung. You caught up with your breathing, tiredly resting your head on your arm as Wanda kept her hands on you. It became oddly silent besides your small pants. Waiting for her to say something, you looked back again, this time seeing her look further down with a dark look in her eyes.
“Did you get off from me spanking you?”
The question caught you off guard and made your face heat up. She then took her hand that was closest to your end to your center, gently pressing her fingers against the warm soaked area. It made you gasp shortly, and Wanda’s following words didn’t make the fuzzy feeling in you any better.
“You’re so wet, and from what? Mommy hurting you?”
You whined as she teased your pussy, probing your entrance yet not fully going in. Being desperate, you wanted to agree and convince her of giving you what you wanted, but embarrassment filled you as she spoke to you that way. “N-No…”
She smiled tightly at you, letting one finger slip in and making you moan aloud. “So what did?” She continued asking, focused on the way your pretty hole swallowed her finger. You didn’t respond, not knowing how to as you already denied the truth. Another finger went into your wet cunt and made your head pathetically fall down against the mattress as your jaw fell.
Wanda took note of your silence, letting you off the hook for now. Her fingers moved incredibly slow for your taste. You began to squirm, making her to pull out and slap your ass again. Another cry came out of you. “Stop moving,” she sternly said. You listened with a sad look, only for her to put them back in you with that same torturous pace.
“Mommy…” you whined slightly, turning your head so your cheek rested on the comforter as you looked up at her. Your face had an adorable frown, your eyebrows pulled upward together. Wanda looked down at it, and the corner of her soft pink lips came up.
“What? You want me to go faster?”
“Mhm…” you responded, nodding your head shamefully. She still didn’t go faster though, just stared at you with a certain look as if she expected to hear something. Your brows raised as you realized and corrected yourself with a meek voice, “Please mommy.”
She then quickened her movements, enjoying the way your body reacted to her. With your arms in front of you, you buried your face into the crevice of a limb, between the arm and forearm, as you moaned and breathed heavily. Her fingers pistoned into you, curling from time to time and hitting that spongey spot within you. You got louder and it wasn’t long until you needed to cum, especially since you were so turned on from both the spanking and the way Wanda talked to you. As if you were just a dumb little toy to her.
Wanda kept going, never once faltering until she felt your walls tightening around her. She looked over at you again, tearing her eyes away from the view of your pussy she loved so much. “Aw are you close baby?” She questions, sounding a lot more like her usual soft self. You nodded eagerly in response, your moans getting higher pitched. “Well hold it,” she spoke blatantly, the previous tone coming back in seconds. Despite her words, she didn’t let up her fingers pounding into you, as if she wanted to see you break and cum without her permission.
“M-Mommy, no i can’t- please,” you reply with a weak voice. Your body laid over her lap still, due to her other hand’s increasingly harsh grip to your side. But letting go, she trailed across your back and down to your chest, cupping your breast before squeezing roughly. The action made you even more dizzy, fisting the sheets once again. Wanting to cum so badly you got closer and closer to that euphoric feeling without thinking of the consequences up until Wanda pulled out of you swiftly. You mewled as she slapped you again, this time directly to your drenched cunt.
“You poor thing… can’t even listen to me. Just a selfish little whore.”
Your stomach couldn’t help but flutter hearing her vile words after hitting you repeatedly. And immediately after, she thrusted back into you, and your orgasm built up again. You attempted to push your hips back for her to stay inside and apply more pressure. The act had you shakily reach an arm behind you towards Wanda’s hand, trying to get a hold of it desperately to remain in your pussy, leading to her grabbing it aggressively and pinning it down against you back. She did keep herself inside though, just not moving a single muscle. Even as you got what you wished for, it felt even worst than being empty. Your tight walls squeezed around her, trying to milk out any sort of pleasure, but it was futile and your climax flowed away.
Wanda continued and every time she denied you, your hole ached more and you wailed from the growing pain of needing her. She kept this up for what felt like hours, over and over and… over again. It was endless.
By your sixth one, you grew more submissive with your clouded head and mindless begging. Tears tried to dry on your cheeks, but more just kept coming out. “T-Too much mommy… it hurts…” you whimpered as she hit a nerve inside your sensitive walls another time.
“Yeah? It’s too much for you? Too much for your needy little pussy?” She continued, her voice faking pity as her expression mocked yours. Her lip pouted while her brows furrowed, an innocent look for someone who was spilling such dirty words into your ears. For the past six edges she kept that contradiction going. Yet, you found it so attractive.
Her voice rang in your ears as the gasping and unsteady intake of air was becoming more intense. You clenched your teeth before opening your mouth and biting on your wrist instead to muffle your sounds and focus on the pain anywhere else but the area Wanda fucked. As she noticed you doing so, she reached out with her free hand to grasp your reddened face again, the force on your cheeks a lot harder now as you stopped sinking your teeth in your skin. She tapped on one side of your face to make you look at her. “You wanna cum?”
“Please, please mommy- wan cum so bad for you,” you hiccuped, responding as quickly as you could. You looked up at her with those pleading eyes, glossed over from all the constant denial and spanks. Your body was burning from need.
She smiled sickly, tilting her head before saying, “I’ll let you if you tell me the truth… admit you love getting spanked by me and that you got wet from it.” Her voice dripped with sweetness in spite of what she was really saying. You whined once more, embarrassed and flushed at the thought of saying something like that aloud.
“But that’s-“
“Hurry before I change my mind and leave you like this.”
With a sheepish and red-faced expression, you shyly mumbled within Wanda’s hold, still feeling her fingers hit your favorite spot. “I-I love it when you spank me mommy, I love it so much…” Your eyes then shut as she suddenly jammed inside, seemingly lost control of herself from how you obeyed and just said it so prettily.
“Uh-huh, good girl…” she praised, looking between where you were taking her and your cute flustered face which soon scrunched up as your orgasm was finally going to be given to you. Wanda felt your walls trap her digits inside again. The tight feeling made her groan and slam into you harder. “Mhm, keep going baby.”
“I got wet from you hurting me mommy.. mm! P-Please mommy please M’ so close,” you stammered, no longer caring about what you were saying, just so incredibly needy. All you wanted was to please Wanda and release the pent up feeling within your shaking body. Wanda looked down at you with an open mouth, turned on with how obedient you were being now.
“There you go, princess. So so good for me… you can cum now. Yeah, cum all over mommy’s hand,” she cooed, going impossibly harder and curling at your g-spot. With her permission, you squealed and finally let go. Your body spasmed as heat traveled through and made you feel bundles of nerves bursting. Needing to hold onto her, one hand came down and gripped onto her leg.
She bit her bottom lip, finding the scene in front of her so hot. Her little girl sobbing into the sheets, cumming as your body was covered in marks from her inflicted pain. She loved it.
As you came down from your high, small pants and whimpers fell from your lips. Wanda’s hand soothingly rubbed your back, calming you down more. You turned to face her and saw how heart eyed she was. She smiled down at you before helping you get up as she lifted you from her lap. You pushed yourself up shakily with your arms and got to your knees beside her. The two of you shared a look as both set of eyes glanced down her stained thigh. You embarrassed, looked away until you heard a small laugh coming from the woman.
“Come here sweetie,” she said softly as her gentle gestures pushed you to get on her lap again, except now straddling her. Her hand was to your ass again, lightly pressing into it but still making you hiss from the sting. “How are you feeling?” She asked with a loving tone matching her expression.
“I’m okay mommy…” you replied quietly, feeling a little nervous under her stare. She grinned at you, cupping one side of your face, and kissing you in a gradual manner. You reciprocated the kiss, moaning against her lips which was curved upward still.
“See? Not so stressed anymore now, huh?” She questioned once her face pulled away. You pouted at the removal, but then frowned as guilt rushed through you from the reminder of earlier when you had upset her. You nodded your head timidly to her question until your eyes parted away from hers and muttered.
“I’m sorry…” you apologized. And even though your voice was barely loud enough for Wanda to hear, she knew what you were saying. Her hand from your bottom moved up to your waist as the other one gently moved to your face to signal you to look at her.
“Look at me when you speak,” she sweetly ordered, her voice lingering in your hazy mind. Your eyes came up to directly make eye contact. Her beautiful light green eyes softened, taking in your adorable state.
“I’m sorry for talking back and not listening mommy,” you repeated with a slightly pursed lip. You shifted on top of her a bit too.
“It’s okay, I know you were just trying to do your work,” she starts, gently applying pressure to your side. “And you’ll still finish before it’s due, don’t worry. You’re my best girl.” She leans up to peck your nose, making you melt from the cute action and reassurance. You shyly smiled and wrapped your arms around her neck, kissing her again. You loved how she was being, now not worried about anything except being good for her from now on. Though, you wouldn’t mind misbehaving once in while for a punishment you loved.
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xxxdreamscapexxx · 8 months
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Unspoken desires
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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word count: 7.8k
Summary: Some things are hard to say out loud. Some desires are just too great to be left buried and sometimes the best way to express them is to write them down, hoping that you’ll be able to get them out of your mind. And that’s what you do. You write. Until one night your girlfriend finds you in your study and it sparks a curiosity inside her. What will happen when she finds your little secret?
Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, fingering, magic use, magical restraints, R being gagged, finger sucking, strap on sex, oral to a strap, a bit of an oral fixation? Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader Masterlist with all my works.                    Part 2: I love taming you 18+
                                                             Wanda woke up in the middle of the night, startled by your absence. She had tried to drape her hand over you in her sleep, only for it to land on empty space, where your body should have been, the sheets devoid of your warmth, which told her you had been up for a while. It pulled her out of her drowsiness and she blinked a few times, her eyes scanning the dark room for you, but she already knew she was alone. She sighed, pushing herself up to a sitting position. She hoped that you were in the bathroom and she waited a few minutes, but no sound actually came from anywhere and she found herself worried, her feet blindly searching for her slippers, before she walked out of your shared bedroom. She peaked in the direction of the bathroom just in case, but the door was slightly ajar and the space dark and empty, just as she suspected it will be and she descended the stairs with deliberate slowness, refusing to work herself into a panic. You love her. You’re happy with her. You wouldn’t just leave her in the middle of the night without a word. There would be a rational explanation for all of this. With a steadying breath she used her powers to scan your home for your presence and she quickly found it. Your energy signature showed you were in the study, which, thinking more clearly, now that she was calmer, Wanda should have guessed. Your heart was beating calmly, your mind active, but not loud, so Wanda approached the room in that same deliberate slowness she forced in her step. The room glowed in soft yellow light that spilled from the doorway and she saw you on your favourite office chair behind your marble desk, head bowed over a notebook as you wrote something. The moment she pushed the door, it creaked and you suddenly snapped your head up in surprise, your eyes landing on your girlfriend and you forced yourself to smile at her as she walked closer. “What are you doing up, honey?” You asked, leaving the fountain pen you were holding. “I should ask you the same thing.” Your girlfriend countered, getting even closer to you, now almost in front of your desk, her eyes landing on your stylish handwriting, but unable to make out the words you had written. You looked down at your notebook, at the pretty way your hand had written each word, which tortured your mind and you paused for a moment, wondering how to explain what it said. But there was just so much to say that you honestly had no idea where to start and your mind scrambled for a way to explain, thinking it would be best to just give it to her and let her read for herself, but she spoke before you could. “Are they overworking you at the office again?” She asked with concern, her green eyes softening as they studied you. “You shouldn’t stay up so long, love.” She added, stepping even closer and an impulse inside you made you stand from your spot to meet her. “You should have told me you needed to finish something. I would have given you some space after dinner.” Wanda assured and you circled the desk. “You shouldn’t hide like that from me.” She chastised you a little. She hated that you sneaked out of bed for such a thing. Your heart hammered in your chest at her words, at how close she came to finding your little secret, at the horrible prospect of lying to her. You never wanted to lie to Wanda. But you could never find the strength in you to say the things you so easily wrote. “I’m sorry, Wanda.” You spoke, your voice rough, the secret choking you inside. “Come to bed, baby.” She hugged you, pulling you close to her chest, her nimble fingers running through your hair soothingly. She pulled you out of the study, turning off the lights and guiding you back to the bedroom, where she tucked you in, nestling behind you and circling her arms around you. She held you close, providing much needed warmth and comfort, soon falling asleep with the knowledge that you were exactly where you should be. In her loving embrace.                                                 *             *             * The next day started as it often did in your household, with coffee and breakfast and a pleasant conversation. The two of you made plans for after work, discussed the groceries, cleaned up the table together, took a shower together, your hands hardly leaving the other’s body as you kissed. With your back pressed against the tiles, Wanda made quick work of unravelling you, her long fingers buried deep inside you. You did the same, mirroring her, so you’d come together, treasuring the way her forehead was pressed against yours, low, pleasured moans filling the small space. Getting ready, you left the house together, eager for the moment when you’d come back. But the day was stretched long for you, your calendar packed with meetings, your lunch forgotten next to you on the desk and you just knew you’d be home late that day. Wanda had a much calmer schedule and walked into your shared home in the early afternoon. She texted you, checking in, but decided not to pressure you to come home, remembering how late she’d found you working. With no other things to do, she thought to read a book and she entered the study as the space reminded her so much of you and she breathed in the smell of books. She already knew where to find that book you recently finished and claimed was amazing, but before she could get it, her eyes landed on your desk and the beautiful notebook on top of it. It was the Paperblanks hardcover journal dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe that she got you as a gift. The one she saw you writing in last night. Had you forgotten it? Wouldn’t you need it for work? Curious, she went over to the desk, stopping herself from picking it up, the open pages mocking her. She knew it was wrong to look through your things, that it was a complete betrayal of your trust, a violation of your privacy. But if it was work, why would you mind her seeing it? And if it wasn’t? What could keep you up so late? What could make you sneak out of bed in the middle of the night? What could be haunting you so much? She stood there, frozen for a few moments longer, her mind racing with possibilities and her chest tightening with insecurity and fear that she might be losing you. Her precious girl. Her everything. The unknown was killing her. Her own thoughts tearing her up inside as she thought of all the things that could have went wrong. Was she too possessive? Too jealous perhaps? Did she hold on too tight? Or had you fallen into the arms of another? Is that why you’d be staying late tonight? To be with some clueless bitch you’d met at the office? Would you let her kiss you, the way only Wanda had the right to? Let her touch you… Wanda shook her head. No, you would never do such a thing. She knew you. You were loyal. Shy and sweet and so utterly hers. You’d never betray Wanda in such a way. She was being irrational again, too fearful of loss. She was letting her fear dictate her actions, she could tell and she pushed back the invasive thoughts as they swirled around in her head, replacing them with the very real memories she had with you. The memory of last night, when you lay your head in her lap as the two of you watched TV, a content smile on your face as she stroked your hair gently. The image of your body splayed underneath her on the bed upstairs, back arching as she made you cum for the third time that night, her face buried between your legs. The feeling of pure bliss as she herself fell off the edge just minutes later, your cute face hiding in the crook of her neck, because you were so shy of all her praises as she told you how well you were pleasing her. Even this morning… Your pussy twitched and pulsated around her fingers, desperate for her. Wanda took care of you often and well. From the first time she was allowed the privilege, she made sure to keep you satisfied, so she did her best to calm herself down, but the more she thought about it, the more the scene from last night disturbed her. The initial shock on your face, the way your hands trembled at the sight of her, the way the blood drained from your face when she asked you why you’re up… You were hiding something. She saw it clearly now. You left your chair, so you’d stop her from getting closer to the desk, to stop her from seeing the things you had written. You never said it was work. She just assumed. But as those thoughts crossed her mind, she could no longer assume and she made a conscious decision, sitting on the comfy office chair and pulling herself closer to the desk, her eyes running over the pages in front of her. It was a confession of sorts, but not the type she expected. There was no betrayal, no scheme behind it, no reason for jealousy. As she read through the opened page, she realized it was the ending of a story. The words were so clearly yours, she could hear your voice as she read them, but they weren’t enough for her to understand the concept or the plot. The knowledge instantly calmed her nerves and with a sigh Wanda flipped over to the first page and read the title you had chosen. “Unspoken desires” was written in your signature calligraphy style, the letters twisting beautifully and she took the notebook, relaxing her back against the leather of the chair. The words stuck to her like honey, sweet as they spread over her mind and painted the most sinful pictures. They spoke of things you wanted, but were too shy to say. The things you craved so badly you couldn’t sleep at night. The dreams that bled into your conscious mind and filled you with need. And God, it was hot! Fuck, they were filling her with liquid desire as she read through them, page after page, until her underwear was so soaked with arousal that she was ready to take care of it right there and then, the thought of sneaking her hand into her pants and making herself cum to your fantasies so unbearably tempting. It was so good, that it would be almost like having you. But she wanted you. She wanted to make you clean up the mess you made of her. She wanted to give you exactly what you needed from her. Finishing the last page, Wanda sighed, her legs crossed and squeezing together. Your words still swirled in her mind and she looked at the clock. It was still early, you wouldn’t be home for a few more hours and she had to fight yet another urge to take care of the ache you caused between her legs and she quickly got up, choosing to busy herself with preparations for the moment you’d come home, groaning at the uncomfortable way her underwear stuck to her. Busy with dinner and some preparations she wanted to make, Wanda managed to pass the time without allowing her will to give way to her urges. She even had the time to take a nice, relaxing shower and she welcomed you into your home with a smile. She wasn’t angry at you. She knew you were timid, knew it was harder for you to speak about your desires and she wasn’t going to let you think that she’d be anything other than supportive and understanding, so Wanda took you in her warm embrace and had dinner with you, letting you unwind after your long day. She watched you eat with a quiet admiration, your beauty leaving her awestruck and, thinking on it, she could see you in the setting of those fantasies, all pretty and submissive. Wanting you relaxed, Wanda helped you into the shower next, letting you wash away the troubles of the day, while she put away the food and she settled into your shared bedroom, waiting for you to come out. You were truly spectacular with your towel wrapped around your body and a smaller one in your hands, drying your hair. So naturally seductive and you didn’t even know it. She traced your elegant shoulders and collarbones with her eyes, saw the outline of your breasts under the towel, your exposed legs still covered in little droplets of water… How can you not know what you were doing to her? But that was ok, Wanda was going to show you. She was going to make all your dreams come true. She’d give you everything you fantasized about and so much more. Unable to wait anymore, she got off the bed, approaching you and circling her arms around you. She watched with amazement the way you smiled at the gesture, putting away the smaller towel and resting your arms on her shoulders. “You’re so beautiful.” Wanda purred, pulling you closer until your body was flush against hers. “I’m going to get you all wet.” You giggled in response, trying to pull away, but she held you tightly. “You already have.” Your girlfriend smirked, innuendo laced with her words and making you blush. “I guess I should take care of it then.” You suggested, reaching to help her take off her shirt, but she wouldn’t let you. Wanda spun you around, walking you backwords until the backs of your legs hit the bed and she smirked as she held you at the tipping point of falling. Her right hand settled firmly between your shoulder blades, while the other reached between your bodies, taking the towel and pulling it off your body with a smug expression and unneeded flair, exposing your beauty to her hungry eyes. “That’s not what you’ll be doing.” She explained, letting the words sink in, before she lowered you on the bed, crawling over you slowly and helping you up, until you settled over the pillows. “You won’t be doing anything tonight without my permission.” She added, her eyes drinking you in. She could see it now. That spark in your eyes at her words, the faint pink on your cheeks at the thought and the way your legs squeezed together, betraying you. Fuck, she should have known. “I know your little secret.” She whispered next, studying you and instantly seeing the realization on your face. You hurried to defend yourself, to tell her that it was just a story, a fantasy, that she didn’t need to do any of what she had read, but she spoke first. “You should have told me earlier, little kitten. I’ve treated you so softly, so gently… Holding back, so I could spare my precious girl…” She trailed off, her hand caressing your cheek, feeling the warmth of it against her palm. For a brief moment she imagined slapping you, just so she would know what it felt like, but held back, deciding to leave it for another time. “I should have known you’d love to submit to me. I should have known that you’d be perfect.” “You don’t have to…” You stuttered out, looking up at her. “Have to?” She almost laughed, her smile turning predatory. “Oh, baby, I’ve been wanting to have you at my mercy since the day I met you.” And before you could utter a single word, she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples, playfully teasing it with her teeth, before she soothed it with her tongue. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” She smiled wickedly, before doing the same to your other breast. She used a little more force this time. Adding a little sting to her ministrations, before she sucked on your sensitive flesh, all the while drinking in the little moans and whimpers that left your lips. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful!” She muttered as she climbed up your body, one of her hands slowly wrapping around your throat as she settled above you. “You’re just perfect.” She practically growled against you, putting the slightest pressure on your windpipe and watching you fight the urge to squirm in her hold. “Oh, and so responsive. Is that all it takes, baby? I wonder what you’ll do when I leave you truly breathless.” She mused, squeezing a little harder, but still allowing you to breathe. To your shame, your body responded before you could, your legs trying to close on their own, so you’d feel some relief from the arousal that was starting to build within you, only to be stopped by invisible bonds, the red tendrils of her magic wrapping around you and holding you in place. Your thighs, your ankles, your wrists, all tied up and spread wide, leaving you open to her hungry gaze. “Oh, no, baby… Mommy’s been waiting for you all afternoon with no relief… Trust me when I say, you won’t be getting any either. Not unless I decide you’ve earned it.” She promised with a sultry tone, leaning down to kiss you, her title making a shaver pass through your body. You loved it when she would refer to herself like that. Her lips stole the last of your breath and her hand easily tightened around your throat as she devoured you, watching your eyes glaze over and start to tear up at the strange sensation. Your brain screamed for you to fight back, to push her away, to reclaim your breath again, but you didn’t, forcing yourself to remain still in her hold and let her do as she pleased… As you begged… Because you have. In your story you had asked for this and now that you were getting it, it was making arousal pool between your thighs and drip onto the sheets. And just when you thought that you couldn’t take anymore, she let you go. “Breathe, baby. You’re ok. My pretty girl is ok, isn’t she?” “Yes, Mommy, I’m ok.” You rasped, trying to take in steady breaths and Wanda’s smile widened. “Good. Such a good girl.” She praised softly as she removed a strand of hair from your face. “God, you’re so pretty!” She mused as she looked down at you with hungry eyes. “I can’t wait to ravage this gorgeous body of yours. I’m going to ruin you.” She promised, her eyes glowing a faint red at the words. “You want that, don’t you?” She received a happy nod from you, too shy to speak up and it brought to memory a flashback of your story, giving her a wicked idea. “Open up for me.” She demanded, running her thumb over your lips and wasting no time in slipping it inside your mouth. She kept the pressure light and gentle, allowing you to tease her with your tongue, pulling her in as far as her finger could go. Your eyelids fluttered closed at the action and Wanda allowed herself to enjoy the moment with you a bit longer, her pussy throbbing with need at the feeling of your skilled mouth. God, she loved your mouth and she was craving you so badly that this simple action was driving her wild. “Time to let go, baby girl.” She whispered softly, pulling out her digit from your mouth and smiling gently at you when you whined at the absence you now felt. “I have something else for you.” She whispered, like she has a secret to tell you. “Something I wanted to try for a while now.” She added, speaking mostly to herself. “Something I think you’ll like very much.” Wanda stood from the bed, hurrying to get rid of her clothes, before sauntering her way to the drawer full of toys. It was her special collection, toys she used far more sporadically, some of which you hadn’t even been curious enough to see yet. Something you now regretted, because if you had, perhaps you’d feel far more inclined to tell her your fantasies. When she found what she was looking for, smiling fondly, she turned to you, purposefully keeping the object behind her back, so you wouldn’t see it as she walked towards you. “You know you have such a pretty mouth.” She mused, getting closer. “And it’s always so eager to take anything I offer.” She added with a sultry tone. “You just love to eat my pussy, don’t you? Love to have my fingers or my cock in there… Well, I have something else I want to put in there.” She said with delight, climbing on the bed and on top of you in one smooth motion, before she showed you the toy she had retrieved, almost making you gasp when you saw it. When she first started walking towards you, the glimpses of leather straps helped you guess that she’d end up gagging you and you were more than happy to let her. You’ve wanted to try for such a long time. What you didn’t expect however was the fact that she would pull out a lockable dildo shaped gag. The silicone toy was smooth and unlike other versions you had seen, this one had no attachment at the back. She was going to stuff your mouth full simply for her amusement and the sight of it made you gasp, despite the fact that it was actually quite small and clearly designed to be used comfortably and you shifted under her as a fresh wave of desire washed through you. “Oh, I knew you’d love it.” She admired you with pride in her eyes. “Let’s put that where it belongs, shall we baby?” She offered, taking the leather straps in her hold and waiting for you to open your mouth, so she could adjust the toy and lock it around your neck. “There. That’s perfect. And if you need to tell Mommy something, just think about it, ok? I’ll hear you.” She reassured you softly, wanting you to know that you were safe in her hands. You could feel the small object fit snugly in your mouth, feeling nice and heavy against your tongue, without causing any discomfort for you, letting you relax almost instantly. You could run your tongue under it freely, which proved far more arousing than you ever suspected and you repeated the action, while Wanda watched you from above. “How does that feel, honey?” She asked a little cockily, adjusting your hair gently and helping you settle against the pillows. “Good?” She asked with so much fake pity in her voice it was melting you. “Well don’t have too much fun with it. Mommy will have something bigger for you in just a while.” She promised teasingly. “But for now, I just want to play with your pretty pussy. I bet it’s all soaked by now.” To confirm her words, she sneaked a hand between your bodies, her fingers finding your wet folds instantly. And your poor pussy was so slick, so desperate for her already, she almost gave in to her desire to just slip in. You were clearly ready for it. But she only teased your clit with the tip of a single finger, loving the way your hips canted up to meet her touch. “Oh, look at that! You’re dripping, baby.” She exclaimed, feigning surprise. “Well, let me take care of that for you.” She suggested with a happy smile, quickly moving to lie between your legs, so she can see the mess you made, feeling pride swell in her chest at the knowledge that she was the one who did this to you. “I have just one little rule for you tonight. You can handle that, right baby? One thing?” She asked, watching you nod enthusiastically above her, your eyes meeting hers expectantly. “No cumming.” She said firmly, watching your eyes go wide in shock and fear. “Not without Mommy’s permission.”  She added smugly and a little more lightly, but waited for you to show her you understand, before her attention returned to your needy pussy. Despite your obvious arousal and desperation, Wanda was more than happy to take her time, licking slow stripes over your wet pussy, cleaning you of your arousal in gentle strokes and making you grow even more impatient for her touch, but eventually, she gave in. Her skilled mouth and tongue working you up, drawing circles around your clit that drove you crazy, dipping inside your opening with slow precision, teasing you into releasing muffled moans around the gag. “You’re such a good girl.” Wanda praised, detaching herself from you just long enough to speak. “Do you want Mommy’s fingers inside you too, honey?” She asked sweetly, already knowing the answer. You wanted everything. She entered you slowly, just as soon as you had given her a happy nod, your thoughts a litany of “Yes, please, yes, need you inside.”, making a proud smile appear on her face. You were so tight, your walls pulsing around her fingers and begging her to just fuck you already. And Wanda could never refuse such an invitation. The combination of her tongue and fingers was divine, the delicious stretch pushing you even closer to the edge. You were going to fall apart soon and she knew it. Your thoughts were getting scrambled and distant and your muscles tightened in expectation of that blissful moment, your hips canting up and grinding against her face even more, helping her hit your perfect spot every time. God, it was right there, you just needed her to flick her tongue one more time… And then it was gone. Her mouth retracting and her fingers slowing down to an almost complete stop as she looked at you expectantly. The near-orgasm made your insides burn with need and you moaned pitifully around your gag, your cheeks hollowing out and your tongue running over it to soothe yourself as you waited for the edge to pass. “You’re disappointing Mommy, honey.” She said in a low voice. “I gave you one rule. Just one. And you were about to break it.” She said, tilting her head to the side and giving you a glare. “Let’s try that again… If you don’t want to get punished, you’ll remember to ask permission this time.” She stated with a little edge of a threat in her voice, before she lowered herself and wrapped her lips around your clit again. The second build up felt even better than the first. Your nerve-endings alight with sensations that felt even more intensified, now that you had been so close to your release. With how good it felt, you were so eager to please Wanda, to show her how good you can be, so she could grant you this pleasure. You would be her best girl, you vowed, your muscles tightening up again as you got closer. God, how could she be so good at this? She was driving you crazy and you were seconds away from letting go. “Please, Mommy I’m so close!” You spoke in your head, your thoughts loud and frantic as you squirmed under her, back arching as you could almost taste your orgasm. “Please, let me cum!” “Oh, I know.” Wanda said softly, a menacing smile spreading over her face as she pulled away at the last second. “But you don’t want to come. Isn’t it what it said in your cute little story? You don’t want me to let you come.” She reminded, her head tilting as she watched your body writhe with need. “Hold me there, just at the edge. Make me beg. And when I do, deny me again.” She quoted as her fingers stroked your clit softly. Each touch made your pussy twitch, but you didn’t dare to let out a single sound, didn’t dare protest. Wanda was right. It is what you had asked for, what you fantasized about when wrote that story. “Tell me, baby…” Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “Have you touched yourself to such thoughts?” She asked as she continued her soft ministrations. “Have you been lying in our bed, thinking of all the things you want me to do to you, touching what’s mine?” Her question pulled a soft whine from you, your voice caught in your throat, the toy behind the gag both soothing you and amplifying your need. You had. When she needed to be away, when the thought of her filled your mind with images so sinful and delicious, you let your hands roam and, in those moments, you allowed yourself to imagine the things you wanted, but could never find the courage to ask of her. Her expectant eyes never left yours, her hand defiantly retracting from your clit as she waited for your answer, even though she knew it already. And when you tried to form some kind of coherent thought, but no words would arrange in the right order, you settled for nodding, a shudder passing through you when you saw the twisted smile that formed on her lips. Satisfied with your response, at least for now, her fingers returned, two of them entering you slowly, while she used her thumb to stroke your clit. She aimed them perfectly and you knew instantly that she’d build another orgasm within you. You also knew she’ll never let you have it, but it didn’t matter. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the way she got you there, the wonderful feeling building and expanding, coursing though every part of you, until all you could feel was pleasure and you were on the edge once more. “Mommy…” You tried to warn her, but you didn’t have to. She already knew, her fingers retracting slowly and leaving you empty and desperate. Crawling over you, Wanda’s face twisted and she grabbed your neck. “Never touch what’s mine again.” She snarled at you, her eyes turning a faint red, before they returned to the darkened green you’d grown to love. “Do you understand?” She asked more firmly. You nodded again, your eyes attentive, but this time it wasn’t enough for Wanda. She needed to hear you. “I need you to speak to me, baby girl.” She explained, her hand slipping off your neck and moving behind you, so she could unclasp the straps that held the gag inside your mouth. “You have a way with words. That little story of yours had me dripping. Yet, you’re always so shy…” She mused, pulling the toy out of your mouth, studying you and letting your jaw rest after keeping it open for so long. “Don’t worry, baby. Mommy will teach you. But right now, I need you to understand that the pretty little pussy between your legs is mine. All the pleasure you want, anything your heart desires, I will give you gladly, honey.” She said, her passion and devotion for you shining clearly in her gaze. “But it’s mine to give. Mine to draw out of you. Mine to build, mine to ruin if I feel like it. You’re mine to kiss, to touch, to fuck, to edge… Mine to use and to pleasure. Is that clear?” She asked in a growl. “Yes, Mommy.” You rasped, swallowing the lump in your throat and trying to ignore the wave of arousal that passed through you. “Learned your lesson, huh?” She asked condescendingly. “Let’s find out.” She challenged, moving down your body and between your legs again. This time she was unforgiving, her fingers entering you swiftly and curling deliciously against your spot, while her tongue drove you wild with every stroke. She was going to ruin you and you were happy to oblige her, your moans falling freely from your lips this time. “Mommy, you feel so good.” You panted, your voice getting more high-pitched and pleading as you got closer. “Love it when you fuck me!” You exclaimed as she continued her ministrations. “Fuck, please don’t stop! Never stop!” You babbled happily, squirming in your restraints. You were close. So close. Your whole body shaking from the anticipation. “Mommy! Please, can I cum? Please! Please let me cum!” You begged as you reached your peak, ready to fall off of it. “Not just yet, sweetheart.” She rasped, pulling away from you as you writhed. You wanted to cum so badly. You needed it. And you tried to close your legs to add some pressure on your needy pussy, but her bonds held you tightly. She had retracted completely, letting you squirm and fight on the bed, as you fought the disappointment of yet another denied orgasm, while she grabbed a harness and attached a nicely sized dildo to it, her magic swirling around the toy and her fingers stroking it, until she could feel every small movement of her hand. “Mommy, please…” She heard you beg, your pleading voice capturing her attention and she immediately climbed on the bed again, positioning herself between your legs. As much as she enjoyed this whole game, she was getting too impatient, her own body screaming for attention and she knew she wouldn’t last a second longer, without sheathing herself inside your tight little pussy. “What’s the matter, baby girl? Can’t handle Mommy’s teasing?” She asked, her voice dripping with fake pity that just didn’t match her expression. “But you’re the one who asked for this… You wanted to get edged. Isn’t that right?” “I want you more.” You pleaded at her, hands pulling at the restraints that held you down. “You want me or you want to cum?” She asked sternly. “Because I think, that you’re just a needy little girl and all you want is to cum.” She accused, as she played with the slick between your legs, teasing your opening with a single finger. “I want you Mommy, please!” You begged once more and she smirked. “Is that right, honey?” She practically mocked. “Let’s see about that, shall we?” She suggested with a dark glint in her eyes. “Let’s play a little game, you and I.” She started off, holding her cock and starting to rub the head against your wet folds. “I’ll let you have my cock and I’ll fuck you nice and good, just the way you want. If Mommy cums first, you get to choose your reward. If you cum first… Well, then you were lying to Mommy. And you know I’ll have to punish you for that. I mean… What kind of Mommy would I be if I didn’t teach you to be better.” Before you could agree, before you could even utter a word, Wanda was already spreading you open, her cock pushing against your opening and entering you smoothly. “Ugh, you feel so good!” She grunted, barely holding back from slamming her hips into you. “Oh, if only you knew what you do to me, baby!” Wanda worked her strap inside you slowly, letting you take her inch by inch, until she had filled you up entirely, her hips stopping as she pressed herself against you, leaning down, so she could hover over you and gave you a moment to adjust to her, your little moans like music to her ears. “How does that feel, my darling, hm?” She asked softly, kissing the tip of your nose sweetly and watching you blink your eyes open for her. “So good.” You smiled, all cute and your cheeks pink. “You’re so deep inside me. Stretching me out so much. I love it.” You admitted, wishing you could wrap your arms around her. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you now, sweetness?” “Yes, please, Mommy, fuck me.” You pleaded. “I could never refuse you, baby girl.” Wanda admits, leaning down to kiss you softly, before her hips started to move. She pulled out of you slowly, before she pushed back inside, letting you get used to the feeling of her cock as she filled you up. It was heaven. You felt so good, so tight around her, so desperate for her already. You were perfect. And she wanted to ravage you. She picked up her pace gradually, holding herself up on her arms, so she could look at your pleasured face. With your eyes tightly shut and your lips slightly open, your pretty sounds spilling from them every time she hit that spot you loved, you were absolutely gorgeous. The most beautiful girl in the world and all hers. It was impossible for her to not get lost in you. The more she thrusted her hips, the more she knew that. Burying her face in your neck, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses there, she let herself be overtaken by you. You smell, your taste, the softness of your skin, the wet sounds of your pussy taking her so well, your gorgeous body writhing for her and so responsive to everything she did. Pure heaven. As she moved lower, her head bending down to take one of your nipples into her mouth, she knew she wouldn’t last long. Knew she would cum inside you and fill you up with everything she had. But you were closer. Edged so much and half-way there before she even began, you didn’t stand a chance. You both knew it. As soon as she started to suck on your nipple, you were doomed. “Mommy! Please! Please, can I cum? I can’t stop it…” You cried, trying to warn her, to stop her, but she kept going. She fucked you through your orgasm with a smile, letting you ride it out as it overtook your senses and it was glorious. It felt like it went on and on as she kept thrusting inside you, her soft words of encouragement and praise barely heard. You felt like you were flying and weightless as the pleasurable waves coursed through you, until you couldn’t take anymore. Wanda gave you a few overstimulating thrusts, her own body feeling so close to release and she contemplated continuing on this course, punishing you with another orgasm, while she chased her own, but she decided against it. Pulling away from you was almost impossible and it took all her will, but she pulled out with a shaky hand and she stroked herself in an attempt to relieve the pressure that was building inside her. “On the floor and on your knees.” She demanded, a wave of her hand releasing you from her magical bonds and she watched you stare at her with big, confused eyes for a moment, before you realized what had happened and scurried to obey her. “I couldn’t stop it, Mommy…” You tried to plead your case, but she shushed you quickly, getting up and standing tall above you with her cock in her hands. “No excuses baby.” She silenced you quickly. “Didn’t I tell you there’d be consequences? And you still came before me… Not to mention without my permission.” She stated while she stroked herself suggestively. “Now it’s time to punish you. Open up for me.” She demanded. For a moment, while she stood above you, stroking her cock, still covered with your juices, you wandered what made her think this would be a punishment. You loved having her in your mouth. Her cock, or her pussy, it didn’t matter. You enjoyed it equally and you happily opened your mouth in anticipation, your tongue sticking out while you looked up at her. Looking down, Wanda remembered a passage of your story, a line that captured her from the first moment she read it. “Use me. What am I if not yours? Your plaything, your toy, forever craving you.” God, it was beautiful. “Oh, I love you on your knees. You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” She praised softly, reaching down, cupping your face and her thumb stroking your cheekbone, before she moved it lower, sticking it in your mouth and admiring the way you sucked it. Even more aroused, she didn’t take long to pull it out, replacing it with her cock instead and throwing her head back in pure bliss. “You’re such a good little toy. So good with your mouth.” She gasped as you took her deeper, working half her length in your mouth, before it reached the back of your throat. You tried to use your hand to stroke the rest of her shaft with your hand, wanting to please her as much as you could, but she pushed it away unceremoniously, giving you a warning look. “No, no, dear, no hands. Mommy wants your mouth right now.” She demanded, taking the strands of your hair that had fallen around your face and gathering them in the back of your neck, making a ponytail and using it to guide you. “And look at me when you suck my cock. I want to look in those pretty eyes. I want to see the tears gather there as you struggle to take all of me.” You tried to oblige her, opening up as much as you could and working her length, each time taking a little more. Your eyes stung with tears, just as she had said, your throat constricting and making you gag every time she went deeper, but you couldn’t deny how hot it was, or how much it turned you on to be used like this, your legs squeezing together. “Oh, don’t you dare!” Wanda snarled, taking the strap away from you and bending down, until she was eye level with you. “You keep those legs open.’’ She ordered, satisfied that you scurried to do as you’re told. “I don’t care how much that pussy drips. Let it.” She practically spat, before she rose to her full height again and guided her cock to your mouth. You took it in without protest, your hands clasping behind your back, without being told, all the while Wanda guided you into sucking her off. And she was close. She had been close for a while now and she knew she’ll need just a little bit more, before she would tumble off the edge.   “All the way down, baby, you can do it.” She spoke through laboured breaths, putting pressure on the back of your neck. She knew you were trying to do the same, take all of her down your throat and her chest swelled with pride as she helped you, her hips thrusting against you erratically as she chased her high. In a few more thrusts she’d be there, she knew it, her control slipping from her grasp as she reached her edge, her hand holding the back of your neck tightly as she pressed herself against you one last time, before she pulled out completely. Her right hand held you by the hair, keeping you in place, while her left stroked her cock. You opened your mouth, ready to catch every drop of her delicious cum, but she held you tightly by the hair, preventing you from moving, while she shot her load on your chest instead, paining your breasts in streaks of white as she rode out her orgasm, her moans filling the room, along with your soft whines of disappointment. When she calmed down and finally released you from her grasp, she looked down at you, still on your knees, looking up at her with your big, pleading eyes as you contemplated being left without her treat and she couldn’t help but admire you. A sentiment that was short-lived, as you once again gave her a begging look. “Oh, did you think I’ll let you have my cum?” She asked with sweetness that didn’t match her devilish smirk. “It was a punishment after all.” She reminded. You only pouted in response, knowing better than to say something that will only get you in more trouble and she smiled, stepping closer to you once again and taking hold of her strap. She made you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, just as you were told and she let the tip of her cock-head glide over your tongue, leaving a single drop there. “There you go. That’s all the cum you get to taste tonight.” She smirked, watching you swallow it like a good girl and fixing her with your eyes again. “But… Mommy, please!” You begged so earnestly, so eager to have her it was making Wanda melt, despite the fact that she didn’t like to admit that you could so easily disarm her. She looked down at you, still on your knees, her eyes zeroing in on your pussy - dripping and on display, your legs still spread wide, just as she instructed, despite your obvious need for much more than you had received and she couldn’t help but soften a little. “Hm…” She pretended to think about it, a plan already forming in her mind. “Please, Mommy, I’ll be so good!” You pleaded again, your big eyes imploring her. Fuck, you were so hot like that! She could feel herself get worked up again, getting wet again, just from watching you. “Well… Maybe there is a way for you to earn a reward…” She suggested, starting to get the harness off of her and dropping it next to you on the floor. “Come here, honey.” She sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned you closer. “Do a good job and make Mommy cum and maybe I’ll let you lick me clean.” She told you with a wicked smirk. “Maybe, if I’m satisfied, I’ll even let you have an orgasm of your own…” Before you could say anything, she had pulled your hand towards her dripping opening, guiding you to enter her. She moaned, her eyes closing in delight at the feeling and allowing herself to get lost in it. As you moved in and out of her, her pulsing walls sending a fresh wave of arousal through you and your mouth already watering at the prospect of tasting her, you knew that forgetting your notebook was the best thing that ever happened to you.   ____________________________________________________ As always, I’d love to know what you guys think. If you liked this story and you want more, you can find the second part of this fic here: I love taming you, or visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!  
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The Woman Nextdoor - mommy!wanda x fem neighbor!reader
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Wanda was new to the neighborhood. After a long and painful divorce from Vision, what she and her boys needed was a fresh start. That start came in the shape of four green walls, a white front door, and a fenced in backyard. What she didn’t know was that her new start would also come in the shape of you. 
warnings: 18+ content, sexual themes and language, age gap, blood.
6.6k words, kinda slow burn, it's worth it tho!
this is my first fic, hope u like it :)
Wanda was new to the neighborhood. After a long and painful divorce from Vision, what she and her boys needed was a fresh start. That start came in the shape of four green walls, a white front door, and a fenced in backyard. What she didn’t know was that her new start would also come in the shape of you. 
Sunday Night, two days after moving in.
“Alright boys, I know you’re probably nervous for tomorrow, starting at a new school and all, but just know that Mommy is so proud of you both for being so brave throughout this whole thing. I know we are all going to be so happy here, and I know you’re going to love your new school. I can already tell that you’re both going to have so many friends by the end of this week. It’s going to be good, okay?”
Billy and Tommy looked at each other, and then at their mother. The brothers knew how stressed their mom was, and they both wanted to be strong for her, especially now that their Dad was gone. Despite their fears, they smiled courageously for their mother and nodded in agreement with her sentiments.
“Okay, good. If either of you need anything tonight you know I’m just down the hall.”
Wanda put the boys to bed, kissed them goodnight, and went downstairs. She walked into her unfurnished and undecorated kitchen in search of some wine. She found some, thankfully, and sat down on their new couch in their new living room, in this new town, with everything new. Her worries about the boys and school tomorrow washed away somewhat after her second class. Wanda knew she should stop herself after two, remembering what more than 3 glasses did to her. 
It had been 6 months since Wanda had been touched by another, despite her separation from Vision only being 2 months ago. For some reason Wanda couldn’t name, she poured herself another glass. The boys were asleep and she desperately needed some relief from the copious amounts of stress clinging to her back and shoulders. The red from her wine began to dance its way into her cheeks, leaving her face very warm. That flushed feeling was growing, and it was quickly traveling down her tired body. Wanda placed her glass down on her new coffee table, and unbuttoned her jeans. Her un-manicured nails slid down into her underwear. She felt herself, her own wetness, and a grunted moan slipped out. She threw her other hand over her mouth…and she kept going. Thinking of nothing but that familiar feeling, one she thought she may have lost, came crashing back to her. It soon sent her tumbling over the edge, as she pumped herself full of her own two fingers, using her thumb to play with her clit, breathing heavily into her hand.
Wanda dumped the last sips of her glass in the sink and went to her new bedroom. She laid in bed, drunk, exhausted, and alone. 
Monday Morning, three days after moving in.
“Remember, if at any point something happens you just go and find Ms. Maddie. She’ll help you, and she can call me in an emergency.”
Wanda waved her boys off as they were carried away on the school bus. As she stood there, and the bus disappeared from sight, something caught her eye on the other side of the street. You replaced the image of the bus, as you stood outside and washed your car. Wanda observed your bikini top and jean shorts, looking like Miss Americana. She stood mesmerized as you bent over to dip your sponge deep in the bucket; she watched you flip your hair as you brought the sponge back up to the hood of the red convertible, in what she assumed was your driveway. All those feelings from last night came flooding back and before she knew what she was doing, she was calling out to you. 
“Hi!”
You kept washing, headphones blaring as you scrubbed your beloved car, oblivious to the woman trying to get your attention. Wanda figured you must have not heard her, so she waved her hand and tried again.
“Hello! I’m Wanda, your new neighbor!”
You saw something moving frantically from the corner of your eye, which scared the shit out of you, you being a jumpy person since you were a kid. You quickly turn toward the motion while letting out a tiny yelp. Wanda had made her way over to you at this point, standing a few feet from you and your car. 
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”
You took your headphones out to be greeted with the kindest smile you’d ever seen. Quickly collecting your thoughts, you threw your sponge in the bucket at your feet and look back at this new woman. 
“Don’t worry about it, I startle easily. Uhm…My name is y/n. What did you say your name was again?” You asked, wanting to know more about this new, insanely beautiful character who stood before you.
“Wanda,” she breathed out with a certain softness, “me and my boys moved in a few days ago right across the street.”
This woman was absolutely, breathtakingly, painfully beautiful. Her auburn hair was tied up in a loose bun behind her head—effortless and stunning. Her shirt highlighted her breasts so nicely, you had to look, just for a second. She wore jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and low-top sneakers like someone your age would wear. She was gorgeous, and she was talking to you, which meant you needed to pull it together and talk back. 
“Oh! So that’s why I don’t recognize you. I definitely would remember someone like you.”
Wanda smirked at your confidence. She admired you already, and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were. She also couldn’t help but think of all the things she wanted to do to/with you.
“Thank you y/n, you’re very sweet.”
You blushed at the subtle praise, already realizing what deep shit you were in if this woman lived literally across the street from you. It dawned on you that she could be visible from just the opening of your curtain, and thus, you could be visible to her, too. 
Wanda knew she had a chance here and now, so, with nothing else to lose, she took it.
“Well, we’re still trying to get situated and all moved in. It’s just me and the boys, so, if you have some free time, I’d really appreciate some help with the last of the boxes.”
Without hesitation, and in fear of her changing her mind or something equally as horrible, you answered her inquiry with embarrassing eagerness.
“Of course! I mean, yeah. Yes. Just let me know when and I’l be there. So long as I don’t have work, of course, and before I leave to go back to college, but that’s not for another three weeks, which you wouldn’t know–I’m rambling. Sorry. My answer is yes, Wanda, I’ll help you.”
Wanda reveled in your obvious flustered state from her proposal. She felt good knowing how eager you were to help her—to please her. It sent her reeling. She needed someone in her life like you, even just for a little bit. She craved any kind of love. You were shockingly beautiful and Wanda decided that not only did she need you, but that she just had to have you, no matter what it took. She would make you hers. Lucky for her, after only one interaction you wanted that too. You wanted very much to be hers.
“Perfect. Let me have your phone, sweetheart, so I can put in my number.”
You practically threw your phone at her, your hands still being wet from the sponge. You watched her hands work at the task at hand, typing her digits in, and marveled at her. Her hands, her arms, the way a certain vein popped out as she moved her thumb. You were finding it all incredibly sexy, and all she was doing was using a goddamn phone. You were fucked. She finished and handed your phone back to you, smiling seductively. As both of you held each end of your phone, she looked you up and down, unashamedly. 
“And don’t be afraid to wear this little get up whenever you stop by.”
Before you could answer, Wanda spun on her heels and walked back to her new home, hips swaying the whole way. She swiftly made her way to her own front door. She had gotten
herself quite worked up after the whole interaction and needed to relieve some tension in the privacy of her own home. She left you there, absolutely dumbfounded, just as she had intended. 
Wednesday Morning, five days after moving in.
Wanda woke up soaking wet after yet another dream of you beneath her, screaming out her name. This was becoming a recurring issue, one that Wanda needed to resolve soon. She didn’t have time to help herself out, as the clock told her it was time to wake up the boys for school. Thankfully, they were loving it so far, and Wanda could not have been more relieved. They had even asked to set up a play-date with a new friend they had made. Wanda’s heart filled with pride when she considered the resilience of Billy and Tommy. They were her life. Without them, she’d be nothing. She was so lucky to be their mother. This morning, however, she was wishing she could just have a little more time to herself before beginning her day. But alas, mothering is a full time gig. She got the boys up and ready, driving them to school and dropping them off with a kiss and hug goodbye. When she drove back, she realized that her mind had once again wandered to you. She wondered what you were doing, who you were with, what you were wearing… You were like a drug she swore she would only try once, but of course, became addicted. She hoped you were outside doing something when she got back, or your curtains were open and you were in your room. She wanted to see you, even if you didn’t see her. Luckily, she didn’t need to worry about that. You were outside laying on your lawn with a blanket and a notebook, scribbling in it with focus and beauty.
Wanda parked her car and immediately made her way over to you. Without a word, she sat down next to you. You looked at her, then back to your notebook to keep writing. You were trying to play it cool in front of the woman—nonchalant if you will. After a beat, she spoke. 
“Tell me what you’re writing.”
“And why should I do that?” you teased back. 
“Because I want you to, and you don’t want to make me sad.” She looked at you with some kind of evil puppy dog eyed look, and you were helpless.
“No, I guess I don’t.”
Your notebook contained shitty poetry and prose. Half-thoughts, diary entries, random notes. You had been working on a poem about a woman who looked coincidentally like Wanda, naturally. 
“But” you continued “I can’t. It’s embarrassing.”
“Y/n”, she countered, “I promise it’s not. Please?”
“Why do you want to see so bad anyways?” you questioned, genuinely curious.
“Because I want to know more about you.”
With that, you melted. You would be embarrassed, but maybe she would find it endearing. You considered your options, and realized that you really only had one move here.
“Fine.” 
She reached out to take the notebook from your hands, but you quickly swiped it behind your back.
“On one condition. You tell me something about yourself afterwards.”
Wanda playfully rolled her eyes, but agreed. You handed over the notebook, and she flipped to the most recent page. She read the beginning lines of a poem about a woman, with hair like fire and the magic of a saint. She was shocked. You were writing about her? Really? A smile graced over lips that she could not hide. She knew you’d never admit it was about her, but she also knew that it in fact was, meaning that you found her alluring. Opting to save you the embarrassment, she didn’t let you know directly that she knew, even though she was sure you assumed.
“This is beautiful, y/n, you have a real gift. This woman you're describing sounds beautiful.”
“She is.” You said quietly, looking down at the notebook she placed back in your lap.
“Okay then, I guess it’s my turn.”
You smiled up at her, forgetting your embarrassment with this opportunity to know more about your new neighbor.
“Anything specific you want to know?” she asked you.
“Nope. Tell me anything you want.”
Wanda loved your response. She loved that you were willing to take anything she gave you, clearly just happy to hear anything about her at all.
“Alright, dear. Let me think.”
Wanda looked at the sky, waiting for something interesting to dawn at her. You watched her red hair fall gently across her shoulders as her head tilted up. You saw her eyelashes flicker slightly as a bird flew above the two of you. You wished you could reach out and touch her—feel her warmth.
“When I was your age, I fell in love with a woman.”
Your jaw hit the floor with a loud thud. You had not expected her to say anything like that, yet, you were so unbelievably happy that she did. 
“You’re going to catch flies, y/n” Wanda giggled through her words, amused at your surprise. 
You closed your mouth quickly and cleared your throat. 
“I like girls too, you know. Well, now you know. So what happened? To her, I mean.”
“I met my ex-husband. My whole life I was told I needed a husband, that I would die without one. So, Vision came around and offered me a stability that she couldn’t. I loved her more, so much more, but I chose him. I got my boys from it, so I’ll never regret the decision. I just wish things could have been different. No, I wish I had been different.”
“Wow, Wanda. I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry you went through that.”
Wanda could see your genuine concern for her in the furrow of your brow, and the twisting of your ring. It warmed her. She hadn’t felt that kind of care in a long time, it was refreshing. It also made her want you that much more. 
“Thank you, honey. But don’t worry, that was a very long time ago. I’m a different person now.”
“Still, you must have missed her sometimes. Or atleast the touch of a woman. I know I would have.’
Your eyes widened at your own boldness. Why did you just say that? You barely know this woman. Before you could offer an apology, you realized she was laughing. You smiled.
“Yes, I suppose I did. I do.” Wanda smiled at you, and continued. “Especially lately now that it’s just me. I do miss the touch of a woman.” Wanda made fierce eye contact with you as she said this, taking a brief moment to look at your lips. She saw your cheeks get redder and redder, blushing at her innuendo. She smiled with you, enjoying the youthful, playful side you brought out of her. Both of you stared at each other. You suddenly noticed her leg touching yours, your pinkies brushing against one another. You looked back up at her, already looking at you. She was smiling, so damn beautifully. You instinctively leaned in. You couldn’t help yourself. She followed your actions, putting her hand over yours. Then…your phone rang. 
You scrambled to pick it up and answer. As you spoke to your friend, calling over a stupid reason, Wanda took your notebook, ripped out a page, and scribbled a note with your pen. While you spoke and gesticulated with some annoyance, Wanda leaned to you and left a light kiss on your cheek. Your words stopped coming out, even though your mouth still moved. You watched Wanda wink at you, then get up and walk back over to her house, without looking
back. You told your friend you had to go. The note Wanda left flapped in the wind. Your heart leapt at the sight, and you quickly read it.
Thank you y/n. You made my day. I’ll see you soon.
Yours, 
Wanda 
Wanda watched you read her note through her window. She saw you clutch it your chest, and fall on your back, still holding it tightly. She giggled like a goddamn teenager. She really liked you, and she really wanted you. She wanted you to be hers. 
Friday Afternoon, one week after moving in.
With two weeks left before you packed up your stuff and headed back to school, you were busy as a bee. This didn’t stop you, as you hoped it would, from thinking of Wanda. You’d developed a habit of checking your phone every five minutes, hoping she would text you and take you up on your offer to help out. You saw the piles of boxes in her garage, just yesterday, still unmoved. You figured it was only a matter of time. You refrained from making too many plans this week, in case she would call or text and you were all unavailable. You’d never forgive yourself. Thus, you stuck to your front porch, or your front lawn, which clearly had worked out for you. 
You continued to do pre-class readings, sort out plane tickets, last minute roommate communications, etc.. Though it was your second year, you were still nervous to go back. Though, not even your back to school nerves kept your gaze focused on your task at hand. You were currently back out on your porch, watching the sun begin to set, as Wanda’s car rounded the corner and pulled into her driveway. The boys flew out of the car and into their backyard, immediately beginning to play with a soccer ball. They were happy to be done with their first week of school, no doubt. Wanda gracefully stepped out of her car and gathered her things. She glanced over toward your house, expecting to find you on the porch. When she was met with your gaze, obviously staring at her before she had looked at you, she beamed. She had been watching you through her window, without your knowledge, and the sight of you overjoyed her. 
Some might find that behavior strange, but she loved it. At night, she’d open her curtains to find yours already opened. She enjoyed watching you as you danced around your room, talked to your friends (she tried to push her jealousy aside during those nights), cleaning up, or, her favorite, when you would touch yourself. She couldn’t wait to replace your hand with your own. There was also a part of Wanda that was still afraid of rejection. Vision had treated her like she was nothing—like she was completely useless. Those words stubbornly remained in her mind, but your beauty compelled her. She shut her car door and waved to you.
“Hey y/n! Mind helping me out with those boxes tonight? I want to have the weekend to relax.”
You couldn’t hide your smile if your life depended on it. You had been waiting for what felt like forever, (two days) and, though unlikely that Wanda would feel about you the way you felt about her, you had to try something tonight. If it didn't work out, you reasoned, you’d be gone soon enough and could forget about the whole thing. 
“Yeah! Right now? Or later?” you asked.
“Now. It’s already 4 and this might take a while.”
You were up and across the street in record time. Your books were left on the porch steps, along with any dignity you had left. 
“Thank you so much y/n, I really appreciate this” she said as she touched your arm with affection and gratitude. Chills spread from her point of contact over your whole body, and all you could do was nod and say “It’s really no problem, Wanda.”
“Good,” she said, “then let's get started.”
What you soon found out was that by “let’s” Wanda meant “you”. At first she started moving some things here and there, but it quickly became you who did all the heavy lifting and Wanda who praised you and asked if you needed anything. You, of course, were happy to comply. 
“Wow, y/n. You’re stronger than I thought. Do you work out?”
You were flattered at the compliment, it sent a certain warmth through you. 
“Uhm, yeah, sometimes. Not too much I guess. I’ve played sports all my life, so it probably comes from there.”
“Hmm” she hummed in acknowledgment “well you sure know how to put those hands to work.”
The box you were holding fell onto the ground with a startle. You were sure she didn’t mean it like that, but you couldn’t help but take it that way. Especially not after so many nights of imagining her saying something oh, so similar. You dropped down to pick up the box, proclaiming apologies for your clumsiness. 
“No, leave it there. I’ve overworked you. The sun has gone down, and there are only a few more things. I can manage the rest tomorrow.”
“But what about your weekend of relaxation?” you asked playfully.
“Your wellbeing is much more important to me, y/n.”
You swallowed at that sentiment, and gave in.
“Well, alright then, if you’re sure.”
“I am. Now come inside with me, I’ll make you some dinner.”
“Oh, no Wanda you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. And, it’s the least I can do. I really have to insist.”
You were learning that there was really no point in arguing with Wanda, she seemed like a woman who knew what she wanted. However, even the woman’s intimidating demeanor could not rid of your playful nature. 
“It depends. How good a cook are you?”
She fake gawked at your question, prompting a giggle from her. You swore you’d spend the rest of your summer trying to hear the sound of her laugh as much as possible.
“I guess you’ll just have to come inside and have a taste.”
Right away, Wanda regained the upper-hand. You liked the teasing and flirting that seemed to be happening.
“I guess I will then” you offered, running out of sly things to say.
The boys walked into the garage, asking their mother when dinner would be ready.
“Half-hour boys. Oh, and y/n will be joining us.”
“Cool! Y/n do you play soccer?” Tommy eagerly asked you.
“Yeah, actually, I do. Wanna play while your Mom cooks dinner?”
“Can we Mom?” They asked in unison.
“Really? You’re not tired of it yet? You’ve been playing all afternoon! And y/n is tired, I’ve been working her very hard out here.” Wanda looked at you and smiled, as if you and her had some kind of secret communication going. 
“Please mom! We’re not tired!”
Wanda sighed and looked at you. “You’re sure?”
“I’d be happy to.”
Wanda watched you run off with her boys, and she felt something odd. She felt the need to care for you, to protect you. She had only had a few interactions with you, but she had a feeling this whole situation would be more involved than she had planned. You were so sweet, so innocent, so helpful. Wanda was saddened at the thought of you being with anyone else, or you leaving her to go to school. She knew that how these two weeks would go was up to her, if you wanted her like she wanted you. Tonight she was going to find out.
She was lost in her thoughts as she cooked dinner on auto-pilot, making plans for the two of you. She stirred the pot of sauce and imagined you in her bed, trying to be quiet lest to wake up Billy and Tommy. Before she went to call all of you in, she stood behind the sliding glass-door and watched the game the three of you were playing. She imagined a family, a loving home, but quickly pushed that feeling deep down. Even she knew it was too soon for that. She couldn’t handle another loss in that regard, and so she opened the door and called for dinner. 
It was, of course, delicious. The three of you ate like animals, asking for seconds within minutes. Wanda twirled her pasta around her fork, watching you talk with her boys.
“Wanda?”
“Hmm?” she said, snapping back to reality.
“I said this is really good, thank you.”
“Well I’m glad you believe in my cooking now, y/n. You should know that I never disappoint.”
The boys continued talking to one another, but you had gone silent. There was no way Wanda wasn’t flirting with you. You didn’t want to ignore her signs and potentially lose the opportunity to be with this amazing woman, but you also didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As a woman who likes other women, you were constantly aware of your female relationships and the potential of a female friend taking your affection as flirting, or predatory in some way. This held you back in the love department, but you weren’t stupid. This was flirting, and now that you were more comfortable around Wanda and her boys, you gained back your confidence.
“Well that’s good to know. I’ll have to test you on that some time.”
Wanda smirked. You were definitely reciprocating her advances. The boys finished their dinner and Wanda told them it was time for bed.
“But Mom! We wanna play with y/n! Plus our bedtime isn’t for another 20 minutes!”
“Boys, I’ve had a very long day. Can you please just listen to your Mommy?”
Wanda noticed your breath hitch at her use of the word. She smiled as she felt her own panties growing wetter. 
Remembering their promise to each other to not make their mom more stressed, the boys sighed in defeat and headed upstairs, their mom following.
You stood there awkwardly, waiting for Wanda to return downstairs. You knew you shouldn’t leave, and you didn’t want to either. You wanted her to make a move so bad it hurt. You were confident, and you could flirt, but when it came to actual sex you needed to be led. Lucky for you, Wanda had a similar craving. 
Wanda went to her bedroom and took off her clothes to reveal the lingerie set she had been wearing the whole day. She tied a see through robe-like cover around her, the same color black as her set, beautifully highlighting her scarlett locks. She walked down the stairs to you. She descended, and with each step, watched your eyes darken and your jaw drop more and more. 
“Y/n…” she said, slowly walking over to where you stood in her kitchen, leaning on the counter.
“Yes Wanda” you said more like a statement and less of an answer to her vocation.
“Would you like to join me upstairs?”
“Yes, please.”
You didn’t mean to say please outloud, but you noticed what it did to Wanda. Her pupils grew and her hands found yours. She turned around and led you back upstairs to her bedroom. She opened the door and guided you toward her bed.
“Have you been thinking about me, y/n?”
“Yes” you truthfully answered.
“Yes, what?”
“I don’t…I don’t know” You pushed out in slight confusion.
“Yes you do, baby.” 
All at once it hit you, like a wave of understanding, like some kind of enlightenment.
“...Mommy. Yes, mommy.”
“Now that’s a good girl.” She sat on her knees in front of you on her bed, you sitting with your back against her headboard. She slid her hands beneath your shirt up to your tits and began to lightly massage them. You tipped your head back slightly, pushing your chest deeper into her palm. 
“I’ve been thinking about you too.”
A wave of heat struck you in the face. You looked at her, still finding it hard to believe this was happening at all. 
“You have?”
“Oh, don’t act so innocent, sweetheart. I know you kept your curtains open on purpose. You wanted Mommy to see you playing with that pretty pussy. Isn’t that right, honey?”
“Yes, Mommy. I…I wanted you to see me.”
“I know, baby. Mommy knows how hard it must have been. Was I ignoring my baby girl?”
“Please, Wanda.”
Wanda rolled your nipple harshly, leaving you a gasping mess.
“That’s not my name, sweet girl.”
“I’m sorry. Mommy, please. Please touch me. I need you.”
“Look at you. So eager. You’ll take what Mommy gives you. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Good. But baby,” she grabbed your face with both hands so you were looking her in the eye, “if at any point you want to stop, say the word “red”. Alright?”
“Okay.”
“Perfect. Now take your clothes off. Mommy wants to see you.”
You began to strip, dropping your clothes on her floor. Before you began to remove your underwear, Wanda stopped you.
“Wait, honey. Let Mommy do that.”
She stretched your legs apart a little, and ran a finger lightly over your covered cunt. She stopped at the wet spot that, to you, was growing embarrassingly big.
“Oh, poor baby” Wanda cooed and tutted. “I know you need Mommy so bad. I know it’s just so hard. Let me take care of my darling.”
Wanda slowly pulled down your panties, leaving them with the rest of your clothes on her floor. She smiled with pride at how desperate you were, how utterly needy. You were putty in her hands.
“But, what about you? I want to see you too.”
“I know baby, I know. Just let Mommy play with you first, okay? You want to be good for Mommy, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes I’ll be good.”
This was what you had been waiting for all week. The thought of disappointing Wanda brought tears to your eyes. You wanted her to take over you—to fill your senses so intensely that you could only see, hear, smell, taste, touch, all that was Wanda. You laid there obediently, waiting for Wanda to initiate whatever plans she had for you. To consider those plans in your head made you impossibly wet, just like any other thought you had of Wanda. Your stream of consciousness was interrupted by a light touch to your inner thigh. You looked down at Wanda who was looking at you, watching, and waiting for your reaction.
Wanda traced her finger up to your abdomen, marveling at your muscles tensing under her touch. She continued with both hands up to your chest, over your breasts, and up to your cheeks. Wanda hadn’t kissed you yet. She was waiting for this moment. The moment you were totally willing to submit to her, and then to finally lay her claim on you. You looked into her eyes then down to her lips, then back up at her eyes. She knew you wanted her to kiss you, and she knew you would wait for her to breach the gap. Watching your lip quiver in anticipation sent Wanda over the edge, finally, as she leaned in and connected her lips to yours. A tear fell from each eye down your cheeks, from pure joy. Her pillowy lips landed softly, lovingly on yours. Your hands went up to her cheeks, but hesitated before touching her. She smiled into your kiss and took your hands in her own, placing them on her own face. It confused you, but you didn’t think too much about it as your lips began to dance together. Wanda picked up the pace with a certain hunger, her tongue swiping your bottom lip asking for entrance. Immediately you opened for her, and moaned in neediness. You were still completely naked under her laced body, your pussy throbbing with anticipation and need. Wanda continued to kiss you passionately as you whined beneath her. You needed her. Wanda stopped suddenly. She sat back on her knees and held her hands toward you. You grabbed them and sat up looking at her. She pushed your hair behind your shoulders, gently, taking her time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n. Do you know that?”
“Thank you.” You didn’t know what to say, so you just turned your head into your shoulder. 
She grabbed your chin so you were looking back at her. She kissed you again while pushing you back onto the bed. 
“Mommy’s going to taste you now, and I’m going to make you cum over, and over, and over again, until I decide that you’ve had enough. Do you know why, y/n?”
“Why?” You ghosted, no more than a whisper.
“Because I own this pussy. No one touches it but me, and I am going to ruin it for anyone else.”
You moaned. Loudly. You were almost sobbing at this point. You were so deep in your own head that you were barely registering her words. All you could think about were her hands on your thighs, and her words whizzing around you. 
Wanda heard your moan and watched in awe. She loved that sound. She needed to hear it again, right away. Wanda slipped a finger into you, watching you bury your face in the pillow. She didn’t move it at first, she only watched you squirm around her hand, trying to gain some friction.
“Patience, detka.” Wanda laughed in a low and evil tone. She began to go in and out, tortuously slow, watching you get worked up as she moved. She knew that after all this time you would be close from just these few movements. She added another finger, and began to pick up the pace, just enough to get your hopes up, before she slowed back down again. It was torture. It was marvelous. You could feel your stomach tightening, and you struggled to  believe it. She had done so little, yet, you could feel a need to release building up inside of you.
“Are you close already, baby?”
You hmphed in agreement, not able to open your eyes or mouth.
“Good.” And she stopped. She took out her fingers entirely, and saw the tears begin to pour. 
“Please, no, Mommy. Please—I need you inside of me. I need you to touch me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Hearing you beg like that turned something on in Wanda, something primal. While she was getting soaked herself teasing you out, leaving you a begging mess, she needed more.
“Careful what you wish for” is all she said before sliding two fingers back in and pounding with a merciless pace. Her lips connected to your clit while she pumped you full of her fingers. She licked and sucked, adding a third finger when she heard you yelling, “Oh God! Yes! Yes! You feel so good Mommy, you feel so fucking good.”
You whined as Wanda reached her other hand up to play with your tit. She rolled your nipple between her fingers and squeezed as she continued to pump hard and fast. 
“I’m gonna—I’m—Wan—Mommy please—please can I cum? Please!”
Wanda took her mouth of you to grant you permission, and good thing because you were already releasing into her mouth the second her lips reattached to your center. You had never cum so hard in your life. Now all you wanted to do was curl up in Wanda's arms and fall asleep. But she wasn’t done. You were incredibly sensitive, but her pace didn’t give. She went harder, almost violently, as she slammed into you. She came up to you and kissed you, stifling your moans. She continued to pump in and out with three fingers, as she moved down to your chest. She bit your collarbone fiercely, waiting for you to whine, to then smooth her tongue over it and ease the pain. You could feel a tiny bit of blood dripping down your tits, and you watched Wanda continue to leave hickeys and love bites, absolutely making sure that everyone knew you were hers. She sucked your nipples and smiled into them, feeling your hand in her hair. She might have cared another time, but not now. She felt your walls closing around her fingers, and could feel your rhythm spasming out of control.
“Go ahead and cum, my love. Cum all over Mommy’s hand.”
You moaned so loud your throat burned and your eyes watered, but you couldn’t help it. Your nails dug into her shoulders, leaving little half moons along her beautiful skin, which you might have cared more about if you weren’t feeling the deepest pleasure of your lifetime thus far. You back arched up and your body twitched violently, before slowly coming down and riding out your second orgasm on her fingers. Your hand reached down to push her fingers out of you, as black mascara tears continued to escape due to your overstimulation. 
“All done baby, don’t worry. You were so good for Mommy. I’m so proud of you.”
Wanda removed herself from you and headed for the bathroom, still in her lingerie. She came back with a damp washcloth, which found your thighs and stomach, and then your cheeks. Before she wiped your face, she took in the glorious sight of you.
“You look so beautiful right now. A tear-stained mess, all for me. You took Mommy’s fingers so well, honey.”
Rather unexpectedly, you sat up, and just hugged her. You cried into her shoulder, as she rubbed your back up and down, shushing you gently.
“What is it sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. I’m not upset, I promise. I don’t know” you said in a raspy whisper, your throat very sore.
“I’m right here, it’s okay.”
You nodded, feeling such a deep and loving warmth as she held you. You realized you could stay in her arms forever. So, when Wanda asked you if you wanted to spend the night, it was an immediate and grateful yes.  Wanda gave you some of her pajamas, and you wanted to cry again, just from how happy you were. She made you tea, for your throat, which she felt slightly bad about. She was just happy that the walls were thick, and the boys were heavy sleepers. After you had talked a little in her kitchen, Wanda could tell you were extremely tired. She led you by hand up the stairs into her room and shut the door. You got into bed and, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were asleep. Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist and faced you, watching you breathe in, and out, for what could have been hours. She would have been happy to watch you all night, keeping you safe and warm in her bed with her. She traced a finger around your face, down your nose, over your lips. She kissed your eyelids and your cheeks, finally laying down and letting her own eyelids fall. She could think about you leaving and her own hesitations tomorrow. Tonight, all that mattered was that you were hers, and she had all of you. She realized, as she drifted off, that she could never let you go. What she hoped, and what was true, of course, was that you had already become just as attached, making these next two weeks extremely turbulent yet magical.
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That's it! Thanks for reading :) I can continue this if anyone is interested, just reply or comment or whatever if so. I can definitely see this going multi-chapter, y/n's last weeks before leaving, Wanda and y/n dealing with that, etc...
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lesbianpizza · 2 years
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EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW
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I THINK I JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK HELP
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ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN TELL ME SHE DOESN’T KNOW EXACTLY WHO HER AUDIENCE IS AND WHAT THIS WOULD DO TO EVERY LESBIAN ON PLANET EARTH
Also her interview is up on YouTube for anybody who wants to watch it!
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