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xxxdreamscapexxx · 8 months

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Sweet trouble

Pairing: Step!Mother Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 12.7k

Summary: Being left home alone is the perfect time to catch up on all your secret activities. What you don't expect is that your Step Mother has secrets of her own, or that you'll stumble on them accidentally. What will happen when she finds out you've been going through her things?

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, Stepcest?, masturbation, edging, teasing, oral, fingering, finger sucking, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

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When you woke up this morning, you never, in your wildest dreams imagined that one of your most secret, most shameful desires will come true. It was something you had only seen in fanfiction and maybe twisted porn, but never believed real people did, or that it could in fact, happen to you. Truthfully, if someone had told you such a thing will happen, you would have scoffed and called them crazy.

But you were getting ahead of yourself. Your morning started the way it often did during the summer. You got up and walked down the stairs, to find Wanda sipping her coffee and scrolling through her phone. As usual, she put it away as soon as she saw you and she greeted you warmly.

Wanda Maximoff was your stepmother. She had married your father a little over 4 years ago, but you had known her for almost 5 and despite having a rocky start with the woman, you actually had a great relationship with her. She was warm and sweet and she never treated you like a child, nor did she try to “replace” your actual mother, who did her best to stay in your life. In fact, Wanda treated you with respect and kindness and you soon saw her as a friend.

Well… That wasn’t entirely true. You started seeing her as a friend at first, but over the years that connection shifted. She talked to you about the things your parents never wanted to, she always listened without prejudice or judgement and gave amazing advice. She also cared about your interests and she supported all your hobbies and little projects and she even often helped you.

Wanda was there when you decided to make a replica of the “T.A.R.D.I.S” from “Doctor Who” and spent an entire weekend helping you build it, so it would end up perfect, she watched every scary movie you asked for, because you could never bring yourself to do it on your own, and even though you were both scared, she always pretended not to be. For your sake. And then, when you were too scared to sleep alone, she pretended to fall asleep on the couch and let you snuggle into her, even if her back hurt the next day. She encouraged your writing, she read every book you ranted about… She supported you when you came out. For all those things and so much more, you gave Wanda your love.

Unfortunately for you, those were also the reasons why at some point, you stopped seeing Wanda as a friend and started seeing her as the woman of your dreams. Yes, cheesy. But true. And that idea gnawed at you ever since you stopped trying to lie to yourself.

The truth is, you spent way more time with Wanda than your father ever did. He was good, a good man and a good father, but his work often had him travelling for long. When you were young, he often took the whole family with him. Had private tutors for you, made sure you were educated by the best and brightest and the love of learning connected you together. But as you grew older, that life drove your mother away. To make the matters worse, he realized you needed stability just around the same time he met Wanda and soon, you were left in the big house, surrounded by housekeeping and your new stepmother, while he was away for months at a time. But at least he let you attend high school, instead of hiring more tutors, so you wouldn’t feel so alone.

You often wondered why Wanda chose to be with him when you, his daughter, knew more about her, spent more time with her and, you were sure, loved her far more than he did. But you never dared to ask and she never spoke of that, preferring to focus on you instead and you reciprocated that interest. You watched her favourite sitcoms with her, spent afternoons making pottery with her, which resulted in way too many crooked ceramic mugs in your home that you never knew what to do with, but loved too much to throw away. You taught her calligraphy, after you showed her your first story and she declared that you have the “prettiest handwriting” and asked you to teach her. In turn, she gave you cooking lessons, because her food was by far, the best thing you had tasted, until it became a tradition that you made dinner together.

God, you shared so much of your life, so much of yourself with the woman, you gave so much of yourself to her, that it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise that you ended up falling for her. And her way with you didn’t help matters either. And yes, it wasn’t something outrageous. It was little things, like the way she’d hold you, pulling you closer into her side during movie nights, which by the way were almost every night. It was the way she sat with you on the couch in the study, reading her book while you did homework, mindlessly playing with your hair, it was her protective on the small of your back, when you felt surrounded by people, the way she always knew when you needed her to step in and save you from strangers, or the soft way she held your hand when you went somewhere together…

It was never one thing. It was a million little things and each one had you falling more and more deeply in love with her, until you couldn’t deny it anymore. You realized it during your junior year, when all your friends wouldn’t shut up about boys and their crushes and all you would think about was Wanda. What plans you had with her, what you’d watch with her, what meal you’ll be making together, where you’d go over the weekend… It was all Wanda. Even in your dreams. And to make matters worse, those dreams soon manifested into your waking hours, flooding your thoughts with nothing but her.

Now, the beginning of summer after senior year, when you had decided to take a gap year before college and focus on yourself, your writing, perhaps even travelling, you were fully aware that you wanted none of those things without her. You hadn’t booked a single destination, because you hadn’t yet the courage to ask if she’d join you. You had stopped showing her your stories, because they were all about her and despite your best efforts had turned highly suggestive and then straight up erotic, up to the point that they no longer soothed you, when you thought of Wanda, but rather left you even more turned on and needy.

The neediness, unfortunately for you, had been another new development. No matter how many cold showers you took, how many times you masturbated to thoughts of her, the ache between your legs never quite went away. Actually, every time you’d see her, every night when she cuddled you and played you a movie, every evening when you helped her make dinner, each hot afternoon spent at the pool with her, left you a horny mess.

Today, after you helped Wanda make breakfast, that the two of you shared, she asked you if you’d like to go out with her. She had some errands to do and she promised to make it fun, despite the tediousness, offering you lunch at your favourite restaurant, or perhaps a small shopping trip in the afternoon, but you declined, opting to stay home instead.

To be fair, you wanted to go with her, you wanted to spend every second you could with her, but being left home alone meant that you could perhaps catch up on your writing without her seeing you and asking to read your story, or finally take care of the ache between your legs that lately never went away, but you were never alone for… Maybe even do it, the way you so often longed for, but never could… God, you were a twisted girl. But you couldn’t help it. You just wanted her so much.

Wanda seemed a little bit surprised and frankly disappointed by your refusal, but she took a deep breath and she wished you a nice day, before she took her purse and her car keys, phone tucked in the back pocket of her tightly fitted jeans and she left, putting on her stylish sunglass, before opening the front door and disappearing from your view.

As soon as she was gone, you rushed to the study, reaching out behind a cluster of old, dusty books and taking out the Paperblanks hardcover journal dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe that she got you as a gift. It was beautiful and stylish and filled with all the stories you wrote about her.

As soon as the notebook fell open, you saw the last page you had written on and your fingers traced the last paragraph, reading through it. “You don’t hesitate when your fingers lace with my hair, your grip firm as you hold me in place and you study my face. My mouth open, my tongue sticking out as it awaits your dripping pussy...” Yes, you remember that and your legs instantly cross over each-other at the wave of arousal, but you keep it at bay.

For the next few hours all you do is write. Your fantasies running rampant and free and filling the pages. It was almost a trans-like state, your hand moving almost on its own while the images in your head played out in front of your eyes. It felt freeing to be able to “share” your thoughts somehow, even if no one ever saw them and you only reluctantly stopped, when your stomach growled for food and your hand was cramping.

You made your way to the kitchen, groaning, your writing session had left you wet and so needy, that despite your instincts and Wanda’s voice in your head, telling you to eat something heathy and filling, you pulled out a fruit yogurt with mango and maracuja and ate it, leaning on the counter, wanting to stretch your legs a little.

Finished with your “meal”, you headed upstairs, making your way to the bedrooms. Yours was at the end of the hall and you headed for it, but stopped mid-way, when you saw Wanda’s bedroom door was slightly ajar and you stopped right in front of it, debating with yourself. You knew you shouldn’t go in, that it was an invasion of her privacy, but your heart was so full of longing for her that you eventually reasoned, that you’ll only look around… Just get her scent in your nostrils and leave.

As soon as you walked in, your eyes started to search the unfamiliar space. It’s not that you’ve never been here, but the room was so alien to you, one you’d spent the least time in, that it almost didn’t feel right. You certainly never dared be so inquisitive, when Wanda was there with you.

Your eyes scanned every object, every photo, most of which were of you and Wanda and you allowed yourself to breathe in the aroma of everything Wanda. It smelled like clean sheets and her favourite vanilla and Himalayan magnolia air freshener, like her perfume and just something uniquely her. God, you’d roll around in it if you could.

Everything seemed so perfectly in order, her bed made and without a single crinkle in it, the room so pristine and clean. It was lovely, and your heart skipped a beat at the thought that you wished you could wake up here, next to her each morning.

Walking further into the room, your curiosity almost entirely satisfied now, you ran your fingers over the objects she had on display. Souvenirs from trips the two of you had went to, her certificate for completing a “beginners” course in Latin dances, that she only went to for you and that you had stopped attending, because you hated how every man in the studio drooled over her, the ceramic figurine of a cute bear that you made her one time, a bowl of sea shells that the two of you had collected last summer at the beach…

You were just about ready to leave, when the sight of a drawer, half-open and because of that seeming out of place, caught your attention. Everything was so perfectly in order in this room, that it looked so strange to see it left like this and you went to it thoughtlessly, pulling it open to inspect its content, only to gasp in surprise at what you found there.

It was full of toys. Sex toys, to be exact and you couldn’t help but stumble backwards a little at seeing just how many there were. Dildos in all colours, shapes and sizes and made from different materials were organized, each in its individual place. Handcuffs, soft Velcro cuffs and steal, regular ones easily distinguished. Ropes, blindfolds, some butt plugs, vibrators, lube, a couple of harnesses and even other things that you couldn’t name or guess the intended use of, could be seen laid out and you studied them with deep curiosity.

Did Wanda use all these? Did she lay here, in her big, soft bed and play with herself at night? What did she think about? Who did she picture in her fantasies, when she buried one of these toys inside herself? Did she do it slowly, or did she like it rough? How did it feel to be stretched out and full?

As your mind was flooded with questions, you mindlessly got closer, your hand reaching into the drawer and your fingertips grazing a rather large, realistic looking dildo. You’d never actually seen toys in real life, so the sensation was both strange and exhilarating. Sure, you were 19 now and could buy them if you wanted to, but the thought just never appealed to you.

You just couldn’t picture it. You’d never had anything other than two of your fingers inside yourself and it had already felt too much. You couldn’t even imagine what something so big would feel like or would do to you. Did Wanda enjoy the feeling of them? Did she ever wear her harness and bury one of these inside someone or did she like to be on the receiving end? You certainly liked to imagine yourself on the receiving end of one of her toys, especially after you learned of her past with women. She had shared those details when you came out to her, hoping to soothe you and help you feel like you’re not alone, but you never imagined that you’ll one day walk into your stepmother’s bedroom and find so many toys, or that you’ll find yourself wishing you could see her play with them… God, the one you reached for looked so big, so thick in your hand. That could never fit inside you.

Yet the thought of Wanda stepping into her harness and picking out a dildo from her collection, while you waited for her in the bed, spread out and so needy for her, had your legs squeezing together in search for relief. Would she tie you down? Would she be sweet and soft? Would she use her fingers and her mouth? What would it feel like to have your arms wrapped around her, to be able to kiss her, as she had her way with you?

Fuck, you needed relief. And you needed it now. And you knew you should just go to your room and do what you always did, but this time you couldn’t. You couldn’t just close your eyes and picture Wanda, when here, in her room, all your senses were surrounded by her.

You hesitated for a moment, considering the danger, but it was still early and all the staff had the next few weeks off, so you knew you’ll be all alone. You could just… Lie down. Not even under the covers, just on top of her sheets and maybe pull your panties to the side. They were all wet already. You’ll just pull your dress up and take care of that ache and then you’ll fix Wanda’s bed and leave.

You knew it was a bad idea, but in your brain, clouded by lust, you couldn’t help yourself and gave in. So you did exactly as you planned, the skirts of your dress bunched up around your waist, your panties pulled to the side, while your fingers circled your clit. You lay on your stomach, you face buried in Wanda’s pillow and inhaling her scent as your mind filled with images of her. It was wonderful. God, it was heavenly. But it wasn’t enough. Before you knew it, you had made yourself orgasm twice already, but the desperate feeling never went away. You needed more.

You slowly turned, laying on your back, your hand finding its way back to your clit, but it was only a measure to keep you calm while you thought. What could you do? And almost like fate, your face turned to the open drawer full of toys and an idea sparked inside you. You could… No, that was an extremely bad idea. It was wrong… But maybe, it could help?

Getting up, telling yourself you’ll only take a quick look, you made your way back to the drawer and looked inside. You had no idea how to choose, so you trusted your instincts, picking a fairly small, pink dildo that seemed to look cute and entirely forgetting what a terrible idea this was, you made your way back to Wanda’s bed with giddiness, lying on your back and looking the toy over for a moment, before reaching down.

You rubbed the toy’s head against your opening, getting it slick with your juices and teasing your clit a little, before you started to slowly push it inside. The stretch felt unfamiliar, the toy, despite being small, still being larger than your fingers and you took your time to let it sink in deeper, allowing your pussy some time to adjust to it.

In just a few minutes, you had it fully inside you, the base pressing against your opening and oh, it was perfect. It was exactly what you needed and you quickly reached down with your free hand, finding your clit and adding the extra stimulation. Thoughts of Wanda quickly made their way into your head and you started to imagine the older woman doing exactly what you did to yourself, her hands working you perfectly, while her velvety voice wrapped around you and made you lose yourself entirely.

Taking your time to let it unfold, your body buzzing with excitement and pleasure, your muscles tightening, you knew you were about to have one of the best orgasms of your life, when suddenly, you heard the front door open and shortly after shut itself.

Fuck!

Sitting up, you heard Wanda’s keys land in the bowl with yours and your nervous anxiety hit a new high, when she called out your name form the living room.

Fuck!

She’d start looking for you soon, if you didn’t act quickly! God, what do you do? You needed to get out of there!

Your eyes roamed around the room nervously, toy still buried inside you and you knew you couldn’t put it back like that, covered in your slick! She’ll see it eventually and then she’ll know what you did. In the rush of the moment, you did the only thing you thought would be smart. You put your panties back where they belonged, seeing the imprint of the dildo against them and you got out of her bed. You tried to smoothen it as much as you could, but you herd her voice call out your name again, this time from the kitchen and you knew she’ll come up the stairs next. In a rush, you just closed her drawer and practically ran out, leaving the door slightly ajar as it was and you hesitated if you should go to your room, but before you could make your way there, you heard Wanda’s steps as she ascended the stairs and you knew there will be no time.

Closing your eyes for a moment, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress and feeling the fullness as you tried to calm your nerves, you committed to the decision you knew you had to make and despite every instinct of yours, you rushed towards her, meeting her just as she was at the top of the stairs.

“Ah, Y/N, there you are! I was calling you.” She smiled as she saw you, reaching out to give you a hug.

“Yeah, I heard you, I was just coming to meet you.” You manage to say, forcing a smile.

“Are you all right, honey?” The older woman’s eyebrows furrowed. “You look a little flushed.” She said with concern, one of her hands reaching out to feel your forehead. “And you feel warm too.” She determined, her eyes scanning you.

“Yeah, I’m all good.” You tried to reassure her, still practically blocking the older woman’s path.

“You sure?” Wanda asked once more, concern evident in her eyes and you tried to calm your nerves.

“I promise.” You tried to say with conviction and hoping your knees wouldn’t buckle.

“Ok, honey, but if you feel unwell, you’ll tell me, right?”

“Of course.” You smiled warmly and, seeing that the woman seemed to be going to her room, the place where you had just been, you tried to dissuade her. “Hey, I was wondering, could we have pasta for dinner today? The one with the special sauce you make?”

“Sure, honey.” Wanda beamed, her hand stroking your cheek softly before she moved past you. “Let me go get changed and we’ll go make it together.” She suggested.

Not wanting to seem weird, you let the woman pass and after watching her enter her bedroom, you actually relaxed a little, thinking that you could use this time to go back to your own room and pull out the dildo still nestled inside you, when her voice forced you to stiffen once more.

“Hey, honey, why don’t you go and take out the vegetables from the fridge and start washing them? I’ll be right down.” Wanda called out, interrupting your train of thought and destroying any chance you had of going through with disposing of the cursed toy.

“Ok.” You called out, facing the stairs defeatedly.

In your guilt over what you did, you felt like you couldn’t risk saying “no” and going to your room instead, not wanting to rouse Wanda’s suspicion. So, a little wobbly on your legs and feeling even more aroused than when you first went in her bedroom, you walked down the stairs, doing exactly as she asked, planning how to excuse yourself later and pull the damned thing out of you.

Wanda walked into her bedroom and started to unbutton her shirt, asking you to start dinner as she went, but suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing. It wasn’t that there was something particularly wrong, it’s just that something felt out of place and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Shrugging, she tossed her shirt on an empty chair and started to take off her jeans next, leaving herself in just her underwear and going to the closet to pick out more comfy clothes. She put on a pair of black sweats and took out a dark red top that she knew you loved and put it over her head, turning to leave, when her eyes narrowed again.

Her bed was all wrinkled and the covers were looking lumpy and it bothered her somehow. Did she leave it like this today? She leaned down and started to fix it, her hands smoothing the covers and tucking them in as she always did, when her palm ran over a damp spot. Now this really caught her attention and she inspected it more closely.

It looked like a small wet spot, more visible now that she knew to look for it and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Had you been here? But why would you be on her bed? That didn’t make sense, until a realization came over her, like pieces of a puzzle coming together. Your flushed face, the way you tried to block her path, how out of breath you seemed and this… The state of her bed… She suddenly straightened, rushing to her drawer.

As soon as she opened it, she knew what you had done. She knew her collection very well, knew exactly what she owned and where it was, so the absent pink dildo was like a glaring hole in the middle of her drawer. But why hadn’t you put it back? Had she gotten home and interrupted you? That seemed more and more likely and at the thought, she could only sigh.

Wanda was a lot of things, but stupid just wasn’t one of them. She realized you had a crush on her somewhere around the end of your junior year and at first the thought scared her. Sure, she had noticed you turning into a beautiful young woman, she wasn’t blind, and you had already shared with her that you were gay, but she never imagined you’d develop feelings towards her. Naturally, she thought it was simple curiosity. You were growing, it was normal. It would probably go away on its own. You were surrounded by girls your own age, with young bodies and unburdened by life, so she believed you’d soon move on.

But as time passed those lingering looks you gave her started to be accompanied by something else. A kind of longing in your eyes, a kind of shy almost hope that she couldn’t quite place. Until eventually she did. Wanda knew you better than anyone in the world, she knew what made you tick and as she watched your gaze follow her, while she sipped wine, your eyes fixed on her lips and your legs squeezing together, she realized that your relationship with her had changed. You saw her differently.

That thought scared Wanda more than she ever expected and she excused herself quickly, practically running to her bedroom and burying her face in her pillow and her first thoughts were for you. She felt terrible, imagining how scared you must be, how sad and disheartened to be infatuated with your father’s wife. She kept thinking about how alone you must feel, not being able to tell anyone. How heart wrenching it must be to spend every day with her and know she was with another.

In her eyes you were her girl and she held so much love for you that the knowledge that she caused such feelings inside you, that she caused you so much pain, was devastating to her. After realizing what really bothered you, she spent so many sleepless nights, thinking of you. And in her love, she thought the best thing for you would be to pull away from you.

Yes, she didn’t love your father anymore… If ever. He was hardly ever home, hardly ever spending any time with her, always promising to retire, but never doing so… The only reason she stayed all this time was always you. She married him because she wanted a family, never expecting that she’ll find that in you. And when she had… Well… That made her choice very easy. But you were such a young girl. An old soul, admittedly, but still so young. She couldn’t let you spend those sweet years pining over your stepmother. So pull away she did.

Little did she know how devasted you’d be, feeling her absence as a hole in your heart and crying so many nights, when you thought that she no longer wanted your presence. She watched your heartbreak from afar, hating herself for it, yet thinking it would be for the best, until one night, when she heard you speak to one of your friends on the phone.

Your broken voice almost made her cry then and there and she vowed to never do that to you again. So she made sure that things went back to normal, to the routine the two of you had, but she never quite stopped noticing how the love in you bloomed.

The summer vacation after your junior year she spent entirely with you, having a grand time going to the beach, sunbathing, while you read books and drank cocktails together. Yours virgin, of course. But she’d let you have a sip from hers every once in a while, to indulge your curiosity. She’d rather let you drink with her and make sure you’re safe.

Then came your 18th birthday and the party you hosted at the house, you and your friends having fun around the pool and she thought that with all these people around you, you’d lose interest, but you never did. After everyone was gone, all you wanted was to cuddle up to her on the couch and watch your favourite movie with her. You always preferred her to anyone else, chose to stay home and try new recipes, rather than go out and she thought that perhaps this thing you felt for her was serious.

And once that knowledge settled inside her, it no longer bothered her. And with acceptance came something else. Something she never thought she had in her. A kind of curiosity of her own.

Obviously, she was flattered to know you had such feelings for her. You were a young, sweet thing, your life was just starting and she… How could she take advantage of you?

Then again, you didn’t make it easy for her. The way young girls did, you flirted boldly, openly and in gestures of sudden bravery. You flaunted yourself to her whenever you got the chance. Wearing skimpy bathing suits and even asking her to fix the strings for you, asking her to go shopping with you and dragging her into lingerie stores, showing her different sets and asking her opinion, wearing short dresses and tight shorts whenever she was around, which happened to be all the time… Asking her to watch scary movies with you in your room, cuddling into her in nothing but your panties and a t-shirt and then asking her to stay when you were too scared to stay alone.

Ugh, you were a tease. She’d feel you wiggle unnecessarily, so you’d “settle” and you’d blush furiously anytime she so much as looked at you. She’d wake up with your back pressed against her front, your ass pressed up against her as you slept happily, and every time you’d pull one of those stunts, she’d feel you chip away at her resolve.

You were so soft, so sweet, such a delicate thing, your skin smooth and flawless under her fingertips. Whenever you’d ask her to stay with you, falling asleep on her shoulder, she couldn’t help but stroke the exposed skin of your bare arms, the length of your thighs, just to feel you. It was a small action, was it not? Done out of curiosity. And it soothed her to be able to get this small thing for herself, since she had promised herself not to take you entirely.

Your last year of high school passed like that, with you parading yourself and eventually Wanda broke. She told herself she’d never make a move on you. It was wrong, but she needed an outlet for her frustration. That’s how she first spent a night thinking of you while she touched herself. Not that thoughts of you hadn’t crossed her mind before, but she always pushed them away. But when she no longer could, that one action broke the dam.

The images of you flooded her mind constantly and she found herself seeking relief in the privacy of her bedroom, imagining she had you to play with. She thought of all the gloriously depraved things she could do to you, the things she could teach you and all the ways she could corrupt you. It would be so sweet.

It got worse as your feelings progressed and she’d often wake to the sounds of your moans in the middle of the night. The first time such a thing happened she rushed to your room, thinking maybe you’re in pain, only to see you sprawled on your bed, legs spread wide and your hand moving furiously in your panties. You thought you were being quiet, that you were being subtle, but honestly, she could sometimes make out the way you called her name as you made yourself cum.

Now, looking in her drawer of toys and realizing what you’d done, she tried to let it go, but she just couldn’t. You went behind her back, sneaked into her bedroom, snooped through her things, used her toys and masturbated on her bed. As much as she was impressed by your boldness and surprised to find that your desire for her went that far, she was furious. You didn’t even have the decency to hide it well! Why didn’t you just wash the toy and put it back? Did you still have it? Ugh, she was angry!

She knew you probably didn’t mean for it to go this far, but she just couldn’t help it. How was she meant to stay away from you, to keep her resolve and refrain from marching down and fucking you senseless, when you did such things? She had to teach you a lesson.

Her fingers clenching over the edge of the drawer, knuckles turning white, Wanda was ready to slam it shut and storm down the stairs, when her eyes landed on a pink remote control. It was for the dildo you had used and she was surprised you hadn’t taken that too, before she realized you probably had no idea it had a vibrating function. Or maybe you hadn’t gotten that far. Who knows? Either way, an idea sparked into her head and she decided to test a theory and if she was right, tonight she’ll teach you a lesson and pay you back for every time you’d teased her, every time you paraded yourself in front of her, every time you tempted her and made her crave you.

In the back of her head, she knew what this decision meant. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. If she went through with it, she’d go all the way. Closing her eyes and breathing in, she tried to think clearly, but she had reached the end of her restraint, the end of her self-control. She couldn’t pretend that she didn’t want this anymore. She had to have you.

Taking the small remote control, she put it in the pocket of her sweats and she walked down the stairs. She found you prepping the vegetables, just as she asked, your cheeks still flushed, but you tried to act as normal as possible. With a smile, Wanda did the same, starting to make the dough for the homemade pasta and starting up a light conversation with you.

“So, honey, what did you do today?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh you know, just normal things…” You trailed off as your legs squeezed together.

“Yeah? Did you finish the new book I told you about?”

“No, not yet. But almost. I’m so excited to see what happens.” You tried to feign interest, but Wanda knew you. You hadn’t read a page. “What about you, did you have a nice day?”

“Nice isn’t how I’d describe it. But I’m glad to be home.” She responded shortly. “You know, sweetie, why don’t you get the sauce started and leave it on the stove, I’ll watch it while I make the dough and you can sit down. You still look a little flushed.” She suggested and you sighed with relief at her offer, doing as she asked, finishing as quickly as possible and making your way to a chair in the kitchen, sitting down and watching her cook, the way you have so many times before.

Except, as soon as you sat, you realized it was a mistake. The dildo, still nicely nestled inside you, was pressed against the surface of the chair and pushed as deeply as it could go, causing you to let out a small whimper at the feeling of being so full and even with her back to you, Wanda knew that her suspicion was right.

“What was that, dear?” She turned to look at you for a moment, your legs squeezing together so tightly your muscles shook.

“N-nothing…” You stuttered out, a hand gripping the edge of the table.

My, you were so responsive. You must have been close, if you were this worked up. How delightful. Wanda was going to have so much fun with you.

Unaware of how closely you were being watched, or of the wicked plan your stepmother had formulated for you, you started to gently rock on the chair, the movement bringing brief relief to the aching between your legs. But Wanda wasn’t going to let you just fuck yourself right in front of her. If anyone was going to fuck you tonight, it was going to be her.

Reaching into her pocket, she felt around for the buttons of the remote control and she turned it on and let it start at the lowest setting. Your reaction was instantaneous. You gasped, trying to do it quietly and softly, but she heard you none the less.

Feeling the dildo start to vibrate had you stiffen on the chair. God, did your slow grinding press the start button on the device? It was possible. Now you felt the gentle hum of the lowest setting and it drove you crazy. Perhaps with some concentration you could ignore feeling the toy inside you, but you couldn’t contain yourself like this. It was nestled at the deepest parts of you and vibrating against an especially sensitive spot and it had you shaking.

“Wanda, I think I’m going to lie down.” You suddenly said, swallowing hard and preparing yourself to stand.

“Oh, sweetheart!” She gasped when she turned to you. You looked a mess and it was absolutely breath-taking. She always wanted to see you like this. Now that she was so close, she wasn’t going to let you slip away so quickly. “What’s wrong? You seem even more flushed. And your forehead is so hot, baby, maybe you should lie down on the couch, so I can take care of you.” She suggested with concern. “I’ll bring you a cool cloth for your forehead and a glass of water.” She suggested, offering you her hand and guiding you to the couch.

“No, you don’t have to do that, I’ll just lie down upstairs for a bit.” You tried to protest, following her lead on instinct, despite your wish to escape to your room, but she was having none of it.

“But, sweetie, you can barely walk.” She argued, guiding you to the couch. “Look at that, you’re shaking. Lie down here for me, honey. I’ll take care of you.” She suggested, helping you lie down.

She went to grab you a glass of water, just as she promised and, on her way back, she watched you squirm and try to contain the sensations going through your body. When she made you drink at least some of the water, she left the glass on the table and she went to get you a cool cloth for your forehead, but not before sticking her hand in her pocket and increasing the speed of the vibrator.

A loud moan graced her ears just as she did it and she could hardly contain her smirk as she walked back to you.

“Now, honey, you stay here and rest and I’ll go check on dinner and I’ll be right back, ok?” She explained with a soft voice and she stroked your cheek affectionately, basking in the state you were in.

Your cheeks were burning with a mixture of arousal and shyness, your whole body squirming with need, even your hips bucking, when you thought Wanda wasn’t looking, loving the stimulation, yet needing so much more. Fuck, she could play with you like this for hours. If she had it her way, she’d strip you down first, of course, but there was plenty of time for that later. She’d watch you writhe and make you beg to be allowed to cum, push you to admit what you did and then tease you some more as punishment for it. And once you’ve surrendered, she’d make you cum over and over again, until you can’t take anymore. She’ll take your shaking little body upstairs and help you get cleaned up, so she can cuddle you to sleep. But she was getting ahead of herself.

She went to check on the pasta and the sauce you were making, stirring the pots and making sure that it wouldn’t get burned. She often looked at you at the corner of her eye, watching you writhe and, deciding to take pity on you, she clicked the off button on the remote control in her pocket, seeing you instantly settle in both relief and frustration. It was obvious you wanted more, that you needed that orgasm badly, but you didn’t want to get caught and Wanda smirked to herself. She’ll make you beg for an orgasm soon enough.

In the next minutes she let you rest, while she set up the table and finished dinner, not wanting to overwhelm you too much too early. She came over to you carefully, checking to see if you managed to put yourself together and you indeed looked much better. The frustration from the teasing and edging was obvious, but other than that you were holding up quite well and she smiled.

“Hey, honey, how are you feeling?” She asked softly. “Do you think you can come to the dinner table, so we can eat, or should I bring your food here?” She suggested, smiling.

“I’ll come to the table.” You agreed, removing the damp cloth from your forehead and taking her hands, so you could stand.

“Ok, baby, wash your hands and let’s eat.” She smiled softly at you.

Once you settled, poorly hiding a whimper when the dildo was once again pressed into your depths and against your most sensitive spots, you struggled to find topics for a conversation, but Wanda distracted you, telling you about her day and keeping your mind occupied while you ate. It was still hard to keep your urge to grind down on the toy sometimes, especially when Wanda would look at you with those pretty green eyes and swirl the wine in her glass, before sipping it. How could she be so sensual without even trying?

“Wanda, I think I’ll head upstairs. I feel tired.” You tried to excuse yourself after the meal was finished.

“Oh, really?” She said with disappointment in her voice. “You sure? I was thinking we could watch a movie together.” She suggests, pouting at you cutely and melting your heart.

“I don’t know…” You hesitated, wanting to stay, but feeling your walls contract around the dildo inside you and almost making your legs buckle.

“Maybe for a bit?” She offered with hope in her eyes. “You lie down and pick anything you want to watch and I’ll make us some popcorn. If you’re still not feeling well, I’ll help you upstairs.”

You tried to refuse her, you really did, but the truth was, that you could never say “no” to Wanda Maximoff. She was your greatest weakness and you knew you’d do anything she asks, no matter what, so you settled onto the couch, searching through the movie options and finding one that looked promising, while she brought over the big bowl of popcorn she made, sitting down next to you and pulling you into her side, just as she always did, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

You played the movie, trying to distract yourself and reminding yourself that all you had to do is get through the movie with her and then you’ll go to your room and have all the orgasms you wanted. It was just a couple of hours with Wanda.

But you’d barely gotten through the intro, when the vibrator came to life with a sudden buzz and you had to refrain from grinding against the couch at how good it felt. But that’s all the restraint you could show and you quickly realized Wanda was looking at you with concern.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Is everything all right?”

You barely nodded, pretending to watch, when all you could do was do your best to stay still in Wanda’s hold. God, how did this thing turn on again? How do you stop it, before you have an orgasm, right there, sitting next to the woman you were desperately in love with? Worse! What if she hears the vibration? Could she hear it right now?

It was driving you crazy and holding back became increasingly difficult as time passed, your breathing going more erratic and just when you thought that it will happen, regardless if you wanted to or not, the vibrations suddenly stopped.

“Did you say something, honey?” Wanda turned to you once more, making you realize that you had whined pretty loudly.

“N-no.” You stutter out, shaking your head and she barely contains the smirk forming on her face, before it gives away just how much she’s enjoying this.

She gives you a break, letting you calm down, before she turns on the vibrator again, startling you and this time you look at her, trying to see if she actually noticed, but Wanda had her attention on the TV.

The damned thing was driving you crazy, but you couldn’t help a thought that crept into your mind. Why does it keep going on and off? Was it you? You were sitting pretty still… And then another, more shocking thought sparkled in your mind. Could Wanda? No, that was absurd. Even if she found out you took it, how would she know you still had it inside you? Would she do this on purpose?

As you turned to her, studying her expression, you couldn’t imagine Wanda doing such a thing. But you had to know for sure. So you waited for that moment when you got close, your body starting to lose some of its control and just as you were about to fall off the edge, the toy stopped, leaving you desperate and needy, extremely frustrated and utterly shocked. Did she just put her hand in her pocket? Did she have the remote there?

You had a million questions almost clouding your brain and you had no idea how to ask, no idea how to approach that subject, scared that if you were wrong, you’ll give yourself away, when Wanda suddenly turned to you.

“I see you finally figured it out.” She said in a low, raspy voice, smiling. She was almost predatory with the way she was looking at you, her soft green eyes now full of intensity. “Don’t you know that taking someone else’s things without permission is wrong?” She asked, raising a brow at you expectantly.

“I… Wanda… It’s not…” You tried to say something coherent, putting a little distance between your bodies, but you were in a state of shock and you couldn’t find the right words to explain.

“Not what it looks like?” She finished the sentence for you, scoffing. “I highly doubt that. Or are you going to deny that you snooped through my bedroom and took something that doesn’t belong to you?” She asked sternly, her eyes fixing you.

“I… ” You tried again, the words never coming out. “I didn’t mean to!” You tried, knowing it was a useless protest.

“Well, what did you mean to do, sweetness, hm? Come on, explain it for me.” She challenged again, raising a brow at you impatiently.

She gave you some time to collect whatever was left of your thoughts and she waited for you to say something coherent, but nothing actually came. There was no excuse, and you knew it well.

“Wanda… Please.” You said quietly, not even sure what you were asking of her, just knowing that you couldn’t stand the way she was looking at you, couldn’t stand how disappointed she was.

“Should I tell you what I think happened, hm?” She asked, her tone having that stern edge again. And before you could answer, she continued. “Or are you going to tell me yourself?” She asked again, holding up the remote control that was previously sitting in her pocket. “Do you need a little incentive?” She asked with a predatory grin, a slender finger hovering over the start button. “Maybe another edge or two would loosen your tongue?” She suggested, almost turning the device on.

“Oh my God, Wanda, please, no! Please! I can’t take anymore!” You begged pitifully and her heart melted a little, knowing you’ve probably never been edged. Even now you had your legs squeezed together, your eyes fixed on the remote she was holding.

To be fair, Wanda never intended to be cruel with you. She only wanted to be kind towards you, but you had pushed her buttons today and it had brought out a side of her she never wanted to show you. And you had never earned such treatment from her either, so she found it hard to contain her emotions, but she took a deep breath and tried to soften her features.

“Please, I’ll never do that again!” You pleaded.

“Oh, I know, sweetheart.” She said with surprising gentleness, stroking your cheek affectionately. “I’ll make sure of that. But you’ll have to tell me why you did it.” She explained.

“I can’t…” You tried to protest again, voice shaking. How could you explain that you’re in love with her?

“If you can do it, you should be able to talk about it.” Wanda coaxed.

“Please, let me just go upstairs and I’ll clean everything up and…”

“Oh, no, it’s too late for that now.” Wanda interrupted you, knowing where you were trying to go with that thought. “You don’t get to pretend that nothing happened.” She added with a thoughtful expression. “You see… I tried to pretend that I don’t see the way you act, or your little skimpy outfits, or the way you look at me. I tried to pretend that I don’t hear you calling my name at night, when you touch yourself… I tried to stay away and be a good stepmother, a good wife… And then you go and do something like this… Tell me, Y/N, what should I do with you now, hmm?”

Her words, the way she said them… The admission that she knew of your feelings sent you spiralling all over again and you didn’t even know where to begin. What were you meant to say? What did she intend to do? Was she going to tell your father? God, you hoped she wouldn’t. Not even because you were so afraid of him, but because you were so afraid of losing her. You never wanted to lose her.

“It would be so wrong of me to take you.” Wanda continues, talking more to herself now, her words taking a surprising turn. “So wrong… But you make it so hard for me to resist you.” She confessed. “You’ve been driving me crazy.” She said in a low voice, getting closer to where you stood, cupping your chin with her fingers, so she could make sure that you’ll look at her. “Do you know how hard it has been? Watching you offer yourself to me so shamelessly, listening to your moans at night, hearing you call my name and having to stay away from you…” Wanda’s gaze had darkened, making your pussy throb around the vibrator inside you and leaving you even more needy and helpless in her hold. God, you wanted her! “Do you know how many nights I almost didn’t? Do you know how many nights I had to cum to your filthy little sounds, imagining that it was me, making you feel that good?” She asked, searching your face.

You couldn’t believe the words that kept coming out of her mouth, couldn’t believe that she would ever want the same thing you did, that she would even give you the time of day… You wondered if she really meant it. Yet she kept speaking, her words making the ache between your legs almost unbearable and the need to grind against the vibrator nestled inside you harder and harder to resist. You were ready to combust. Fuck, you were ready to let her do absolutely anything and everything to you, just as long as she finally took you.

“Tell me something, honey…” Her words pulled you from your thoughts. “Do you want Mommy to make you feel good? Is that why you pulled this little stunt? Wanted to get my attention?” She asked, watching your eyes go wide at the mention of the title you used, the one you moaned out when you thought of her. “Oh, yes, I know what you like to call me.” She smirked. “It has a very nice ring to it, when you moan it out, touching yourself.”

You could only whine, too scared to admit how badly you needed her, how much you thought of her, how long you’ve waited for this moment, but Wanda didn’t rush. She held your gaze and she searched your eyes, filled with longing, as she let you think this through. If she was going to do this, she would do it right.

“Wanda… Please?” You uttered in almost despair, not knowing how to ask for what you wanted and not daring to hope that you would be lucky enough to get it.

“Please what, sweetheart? What do you want?” She asked softly, her thumb brushing your cheekbone as a way to soothe you. “You’ll have to use your words.” She coaxed, when she saw the way you took her hand, trying to guide it lower, to where you needed her most.

“Mommy…” You whined once more, trying to plead with her, hoping that it will affect her enough to finally make that final move.

Hearing your pleas, hearing that title pass your lips as you looked at her was easily pulling at her heart strings. It was also making her want to ruin you. She couldn’t deny that it did something to her and despite your poor behaviour today, she wanted to be good to you, wanted to care for you, to shower you with the love and affection you deserved, but she couldn’t make that move, not before you asked. She had no intention to be cruel to you, she just wanted to be sure, that you wanted to take that step with her.

“I know you’re feeling shy, dear, but this matters to me.” She said softly. “I need you to know what this means and I need to know that you want it. For that, you’ll have to use your words.” She clarified again, waiting for her words to sink in, but this time she didn’t have to wait long.

“You know I want this. For years I’ve wanted this, wanted you. And I never thought you’d ever see me, the way I see you, but Wanda, if you do… Please, don’t make me wait anymore. Please?”

As soon as she heard that, she leaned forward, capturing your chin with her fingers and looking deep in your eyes, letting the anticipation build between you, before she slowly connected your lips in a gentle kiss. It’s slow and soft, she moves tentatively, bringing her body closer, so she could let her tongue explore you as well, and she’s pleasantly surprised when your hands grip her top, pulling her on top of you.

Just this small contact had your heart fluttering with joy. You never thought this could be your reality. It felt so good to feel her weight against you. You had waited too long for this. You had spent so many endless nights thinking of just this. But Wanda was worth it. To be able to smell her, to taste her for yourself, you would do it all over again.

Her hands were just as gentle as they ran up and down your neck, or buried themselves in your hair and you couldn’t help but moan and whimper as you desperately tried to get more friction and more attention from her.

She was trying to take it slow, letting herself feel the culmination of her longing and just enjoy the way your lips felt, but it just wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel more of you, feel every part of you against her and explore every millimetre of your gorgeous body. This moment between you was long overdue and you both knew it.

Tentatively, she straddled one of your thighs, pressing her knee against your aching core, hoping to provide some much-needed relief to you both, but it only made you needier and more desperate for Wanda to finish what she started.

“Mommy, please.” You whispered softly, breaking the kiss to look up at her with longing and she instantly understood.

As much as you hoped to hold yourself together, as much as you wanted to prolong this moment, scared that if you opened your eyes, she’ll disappear, you couldn’t help the way your pussy throbbed. You had waited hours, teased and edged and filled to the brim with no relief and you couldn’t stand it a second longer. You needed to cum, or you were going to combust.

Wanda met your gaze, her head spinning from how lost she let herself get in your kisses, only to see you in a similar state. The love and adoration in your eyes, all that pent up longing and your pleas were irresistible. She had to indulge you. Then again, she also had to teach you a lesson and it felt right to use this toy. You had started all this by taking it after all.

With a devilish grin, Wanda reached into her pocket, feeling for the remote control and blindly pressing the start button. She felt the toy come to life with a sudden buzz, the vibrations dull against her knee, but from the way you gasped at the sensation, she could tell you were having a much more intense experience and she let it continue its work, while she took you in a deep kiss.

When it became too hard to keep up with her, your mind too distracted by the pleasure, she started to kiss her way down your body, kissing your neck and helping you grind against her, elated to hear the way you moaned and whimpered from every small touch. God, you were gorgeous.

“Look at you.” She admired you with a soft smile. “I’m about to make you fall apart, while fully dressed and without a single touch to your pussy.” She rasped, her hands massaging your breasts through the fabric of your dress and bra.

Her words made your cheeks burn and pulled another whine from you, yet you couldn’t deny how hot it was, or how badly you wanted it. In fact, they only made you grind against her more, trying to pull her in for another kiss, desperate to feel her against you.

She was right too. You were shaking beneath her, your movements turning more erratic, the closer to your edge you would get, and knowing that once you were there, you wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“Mommy, please I want to cum.’’ You pleaded softly. “Please, don’t stop it this time.”

“So pretty when you beg.” Wanda smirked. “You wanna cum, my darling?”

“Yes, want to cum so badly.”

“If you want to cum, you have to promise Mommy some things first.” Wanda explained, removing a strand of hair from your face. “First: You’ll never take Mommy’s toys again without permission.” She stated sternly. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mommy, I promise.” You nodded, body squirming under her intense gaze. God, you were close.

“Second: No more touching yourself. And no more cumming unless you have Mommy’s permission either.” She explained while she trailed soft kisses down your neck. “Understood?”

“Yes! Yes, I understand.” You almost screamed, your hips stuttering against her. “Fuck!”

“Good.’’ She smiled triumphantly. She could probably get you to agree to just about anything right now. “But most importantly, no one else is allowed to see you like this, to touch you like this, to feel you and fuck you and kiss you the way I can. You’re all mine, got it?” She almost growled in your ear, one of her hands tangling in your hair to make you look up at her.

“Yes! God, yes! I don’t want anyone else, Mommy, just you. Please! I just want to be yours. Please? Can I be yours? Can I please cum?” You spoke in a high-pitched tone, your desperation reaching new hights as you heard the possessiveness in her voice.

Wanda could tell you were seconds away from your orgasm and the smile that spread over her face when she reached into her pocket, stopping the vibrator, could only be described as evil. She found it amusing that you would think that she’d let you cum like this, with a toy you had taken from her, instead of getting to feel you for herself.

“Oh my God, no, no no…” You whined, tears prickling your eyes as the sting of denial hit you full force. It was horrible, being so close, yet unable to finish. If Wanda wasn’t right on top of you, you would have reached down, trying to finish it yourself. At the same time the pleasure that burned through you, unyielding and demanding was somehow sweet.

“How does that feel, my sweet girl?” Wanda asked with a calm, self-satisfied tone that had chills run down your spine. Something told you that she would love to do this to you again. “Frustrating, right?”

“Yes.” You whined, as your nails dug into her arms, as the orgasm you had built started to dull down and fade.

“That’s what it felt like, every time you teased me.” She explained with a growl. “That’s what it felt like, to find out you took something of mine without my permission.” She added, as she took down your panties, her eyes zeroing in on the pink vibrator nestled inside you. “I’ll do much worse, if you try something like that again.” She snarled, the threat clear in her voice.

“I wouldn’t Mommy, I promise.” You squirmed under her inquisitive eyes.

“Learned your lesson, huh, my darling?” She smirked, pulling out the dildo as well, discarding it on the floor carelessly, so she can admire your sweet pussy. You were so beautiful like this. Legs spread wide, slick folds on display and your desperate pussy twitching with need and excitement. You were perfect. “Then let me show you how good I can be to you.”

With a smile, she teased her fingers over your sensitive folds, playing with your clit and pulling small moans from you, before she eased her digits inside you. Your tight walls accepted her gladly, fluttering and pulsing around her happily and a string of moans filled her ears. She curled them experimentally, looking for your sweet spot and it didn’t take long to find it, your back arching off the couch in delight.

“Yeah, that’s your spot, isn’t it? Right there.” She emphasized her words, by pressing on it again.

“Yes, right there!” You sighed, back arching as the pleasure inside you started to grow again.

Wanda’s fingers were even better than the toy, stretching you deliciously, as they moved just the way you liked and you couldn’t believe that you had lived so long without getting to experience them.

Her hungry eyes were stuck on the view of her fingers moving in and out of you, your juices sticking to the palm of her hand, that she made sure to press against your clit at each stroke. It was obscene how much you reacted to her, how badly you needed her and you tried to pull her closer, so you’d hide in the crook of her neck, but she wouldn’t let you.

“No need to be embarrassed, darling. Mommy loves to see how good she makes you feel.” She husked, but gave in none the less, wanting to feel you close to her.

She peppered soft kisses on your cheeks and jaw, trailed them down your neck and against your ear as you moaned for her, clawing at her clothed back and it took everything in her not to stretch you out with a third finger. When your walls tightened around her, gripping her hard, she knew you were getting close again, your insatiable little pussy just begging her for more.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” She asked sweetly. “Are you going to make a mess all over my fingers?”

“God, yes!” You gasped, trying to pull her impossibly closer.

“Show me.” Wanda husked, claiming your lips in another kiss, nestling even closer to you, pulling your legs around her waist, so she could press against you snugly, almost folding you in half as her fingers worked your G-spot.

The position was surprisingly intimate, your body trapped under Wanda. It felt snug and safe, all your senses surrounded by her. You could smell her perfume, see the curtain of her soft, wavy hair falling around you, taste her as she kissed you, feel her deep inside you as you reached your edge with soft moans of pure pleasure.

When you finally fell over it, she helped you ride the waves of extasy, her fingers never stopping their movement. You were writhing under her, but she held you down effortlessly, until you gave her everything you had to offer and she pulled out of you with a contented grin.

“That’s my good girl.” She praised, lifting up her fingers to inspect them and slowly putting them in her mouth, so she could clean them up. “And so delicious too.” She added happily.

For a moment she contemplated letting you rest, but her own arousal was driving her crazy, the wetness in her panties a stark reminder of how badly she needed some relief. But it wasn’t just that. She hadn’t even properly undressed you yet, hadn’t had a chance to taste you from the source. She wanted to do so many things to you…

“Thank you.” You purred like a happy cat, stretching a little from underneath her.

“Such good manners.” Wanda mused. “Always such a good girl for me.” She smiled, noting the way you beamed proudly at her praise. “Think you can help Mommy undress you?” She asked, waiting for your happy nod of consent and your eager adjustment, so you can help her lift off your dress and discard it.

For a moment you felt a little insecure about yourself, despite the many times you had paraded yourself in front of Wanda, but she didn’t let you dwell on it for too long. She kissed you deeply, her lips never leaving yours, while her hands reached behind you and unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere behind her, while her hands explored you. Your skin was so soft to her touch, your body responding to every little caress and begging for more.

You were gorgeous in this state and she wanted to show you just how much she truly loved you, wanted to show you how deep her feelings really went, wanted you to know that this meant everything to her. You meant everything to her.

“Can I see you too, please?” You asked shyly, while she massaged your breasts, eyes fixed on them hungrily.

“Of course, darling.” She smiled knowingly, probably realizing how shy you must feel, being the only one naked. “Do you want to do it, or should I?”

“May I?” You practically beamed at her, sitting up in anticipation.

“Of course, sweetness.” Wanda smiled softly, stopping her movements, so she could give you some space.

Undressing Wanda was almost a spiritual experience. Each item of clothing you were able to remove revealed more of her beauty to your adoring gaze and she felt the swell of pride when she watched you take in every curve with admiration. It felt so good to be admired so openly and she allowed you to take your time, to kiss and caress her, as you shed her clothing.

When you unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts, you almost drooled at the sight of them. Perky nipples stood at attention, begging to be worshipped and you barely had time to ask if she’d let you, before you did just that. Capturing each breast in your palms, you swirled your tongue over her nipples, sucking on them gently and smiling when you pulled soft sighs of pleasure from the older woman.

As you finally reached her underwear, lacy, red panties fully capturing your attention, you couldn’t help but gasp, when you found her just as wet as you were.

“Do you like seeing that, honey? Do you like knowing you make me this wet? Do you like knowing that every night I heard you call out to me, I got just as wet, touching myself to the thought of making you mine? Does it excite you, knowing that you caused all this?”

“Yes, Mommy! I always wanted you just like that. Always wanted to know how you would feel, what you would taste like, if I could have you in my mouth.” You confessed, remembering each time you fantasized that Wanda would find you with your hand between your legs and give you exactly what you wanted.

“Well, now that you have me, have a taste.” She nodded happily, helping you take off her panties and spreading her legs, to give you a good view of her soaked folds.

Instead of answering, you just kneeled, slipping off the couch effortlessly and finding your place between her legs. With the sight of her soaked panties and the delicious smell of her reaching your nostrils, you could already feel your mouth water. There was something so erotic about having her above you like this.

Wanda looked as regal as a queen as she let you take her in in all her glory. Darkened, green eyes never looked away from you, as she left everything on display. And by all the gods, she was magnificent. Everything about her was pure perfection and you were happy to stay right there, on your knees, forever, worshipping and admiring her, if it wasn’t for the hand, that soon tangled itself in your hair, pulling you closer to her.

She leaned in, kissing you fully and only pulled away, when you both needed to breathe.

“Don’t make me wait too long.” She said as she leaned back against the couch, the hand in your hair pulling you forward and closer to where she wanted you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You smiled, moving forward on your own and taking a small experimental lick.

Her reaction was instantaneous, her fingers tightening their grip and pulling you all the way, until your mouth was flush against her. She sighed with satisfaction, her legs spreading wider, to give you more room to explore her and by God, she tasted so good. You wanted to devour her whole.

“Yeah, that’s better!” She sighed, her hips canting up against your mouth, as your tongue swirled over her clit. “Just like that, baby.”

Her praise was almost hypnotic, sparking something inside you, an urge to be better than all her other lovers, to show her that you’re worth all this, that you would earn the privilege to be hers. To show her that you would learn what made her feel good, what made her moan out in pleasure, what had her screaming and bucking her hips into your mouth. You’d learn it all and you’ll give it to her, just so she would call you her good girl again.

“Fuck, yes!” She cursed under her breath. “So fucking good with your mouth.”

Her hand in your hair kept you firmly against her, nails scratching at your scalp as Wanda guided you through what she wanted. And she wasn’t shy about it either. The closer she got, the more she used you for her pleasure, her legs planted on your shoulders as she rode you even more.

“Fingers, honey. Put your fingers inside me.” She spoke breathlessly, almost suffocating you with how much she pushed you into her pussy, when she felt you enter her. “Yes, just like that!” She praised. “Such a good girl. Gonna make Mommy cum so hard.”

The prospect of making her cum had your excitement reach new levels and you doubled your efforts, swirling your tongue around her clit in circles that seemed to drive her crazy. You could feel her walls pulse around your fingers, squeezing you and pulling you in, as far as you could go and you knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

Wanda reached her edge with a high-pitched moan, her thighs squeezing around your head and the hand in your hair tightening its hold on you almost painfully, just as she started to fall apart. The orgasm that built in the pit of her stomach spread like a tidal wave, coursing through her entire body as she shook against you.

She could feel your free hand gripping her thigh, trying to keep her steady as you helped her ride it all out. When she did, body slumping on the couch with a happy sigh, she hurried to pull you up and into her embrace. Getting to cum with your mouth and fingers felt so much better than the empty nights she spent with her toys and she knew she wouldn’t be able to give you up, even for a second.

When she was able to recover, she got up, helping you to your feet with a gentle hand.

“Let me take you upstairs, sweetheart.” She suggested. “I believe you had an interest in my collection?”

Her words were full of innuendo and you practically leaped, following her up the stairs and only stopping in front of her bedroom.

“Wanda?” You looked up at her, a little insecure.

“Yes, darling.” She paused, at hearing her name pass your lips, instead of the title you chose to give her.

“Is this…” You tried to ask, but couldn’t find the right words, biting your lips in anticipation. “Does it mean…”

“You mean everything to me, Y/N.” She said reassuringly, clearly understanding what you wanted to ask.

She had spent her whole life looking for love like yours. For someone, who would worship her the way you did. And now that she had it, she couldn’t imagine ever letting you go. Couldn’t imagine ever sharing you with another soul, or letting anyone ever touch you the way she did. As soon as she kissed you, she knew that she will commit to you for good.

“Do you mean it?” You looked at her with hopeful eyes. “Because I…”

“So do I, my darling.” She smiled softly at you, knowing that neither one of you was ready to admit it just yet.

The two of you stood there, in front of her door, for a few moments longer, just smiling at each-other, letting your eyes say the things you couldn’t form into words, before you couldn’t stand the tension any longer.

“May I kiss you again?” You asked a little shyly, fighting the urge to hide into her again.

Wanda’s smile only widened. She opened her door, the soft light from within illuminating the perfectly pristine space, as she pulled you closer to her.

“Come inside, sweetheart and you can do so much more than just kiss.”

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I just might have to make a part 2 to this fic, because there is just so much left unsaid here... But at least I get to share the beginning with you guys! Let me know what you think!

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caraphernellie · 2 months

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can u write ellie with dacryphillia

absolutely. i might be a little obsessed with dacryphilia m sorry (not) and i swear ellie would LOVE to see it. she would go crazy. also my first time posting smut with a strap somehow i haven't posted any yet. now bare with me ok. this was also kind of inspired by a video i saw on twitter that was like... sorta ellie coded. (anything involving a grey hoodie makes me think of her now) (oops)

cw: softdom! ellie at the start, mean dom! ellie, sub! brat! reader, kind of shy! reader, strap on sex (r!receiving), riding, missionary, rough sex, dacryphilia obvs, degrading, strap referred to as cock and dick, nicknames such as good girl, baby, babe, slut, straight up porn without plot xx

info: ok so... you know me. biggest softdom ellie truther. at least for jackson ellie. now i raise you: softdom ellie who has a gf in a bratty mood and she's starting to get annoyed by letting you have your way too often... so she basically jackhammers u until u get the point! she's in charge here <3

・wc: 1.2k

“kay, faster now.”

ellie’s order falls on deaf ears for the millionth time and she’s starting to reach a limit. she has been for some time now. she’s too soft, and who could blame her? her brain turns to mush the minute she’s got you this way.

dazzling green eyes focusing in on the way your body moves, the rippling of skin and contortions of your belly. her hands find home on the spaces between your ribs and your hips, thumbs rubbing circles as you bounce on her strap.

“hey,” ellie tries her best with you, putting on a stern tone now, and her hand weakly slaps one of your tits. she bites back a smirk of pride at your jolt. “do you hear me?”

you definitely do. but hearing isn’t the same as listening or even caring. not when the rhythmic circles your hips are moving in are scratching that itch so good. it’s satisfying the pit of warm need in your stomach that’s been waiting all day. the pit you begged and begged ellie to help you out with.

it’s how you ended up here, ellie still half dressed in her grey pullover and you on her lap with nothing but an unzipped hoodie on.

“aww, i thought you said you were desperate, baby,” ellie continues, “what’s this?”

a shiver runs down your spine, ellie’s hand moving over the expanse of skin on your stomach and squeezing your tit. she’s on two trains of thought, distracted by the way the soft ball of flesh fits in her hand, and trying to keep you in line. because what ellie can feel is her power slipping out of her grip no matter how hard she squeezes your body under her palms.

“so you’re not even gonna talk to me?”

a fire ignites in ellie when you move slower, rolling your hips down onto her cock, the depth eliciting a drawn out and long moan from you.

“god, can you not be fuckin’ stupid for two seconds?” ellie asks, never genuine when she gets like this albeit it’s a rare occurrence for sure. she starts to buck her hips upward, fucking into you while forcing you to change your pace – her hands grip meaty thighs and begin bouncing you up and down. she revels in the way you mewl a little louder, the sight of your tits bouncing.

“like this. don’t let me tell you twice, baby. i mean it.” voice strained from the effort of her movements, ellie grunts and finally releases you. “you said you were desperate, so we’re making this quick, and i don’t wanna hear any complaints.”

i’m too nice to you sometimes, ellie thinks to herself. but she believes it pays off. she lives for the control, but she’s a more gentle lover. normally it’s enough to get you to listen just like it has right now, with you continuing at the pace she set. she watches with a satisfied smirk, her thumb reaching down languidly to flick at your clit.

“there she is, good girl.”

sometimes (most of the time), ellie gives in. she lets you do as you please. she never gets to hear you beg because she’s so weak for you, so eager to make her girl feel good, that she will give you exactly what you need when you ask. she will give up on trying to reign you in and do what she wants you to, only because the sight you are is already so convincing that ellie doesn’t mind. anything to see it, the furrow in your brows, your eyes rolling back. anything to see a happy, fucked out expression on your face.

so it’s no surprise ellie’s seeing a rise in bratty behaviour, she enables it. she shouldn’t complain, but she will anyway. it’s her fault and damn, she needs to do something about it before it gets worse. she’s had a busy week and doesn’t need this. because ellie hates her authority to be challenged by one of the only people she even has authority over.

the fade of ellie’s smirk comes with the fade of speed. she hears the sweetest giggle escape your lips and she knows you’re treating this like some kind of joke now and she can’t have that.

“we’re not doing this again, babe.” ellie’s voice is a low rasp by this point, the slightest bit of amusement present. what you expect might be another spank to the thigh before she inevitably gives in to you, but that’s not what comes your way.

this time it’s ellie chuckling. you yelp loudly as she flips you onto your back. she’s on top now, wasting no time, and she slides into you again.

everything happens too fast for you to fully process it, but she’s pounding into you now. the sounds of skin slapping, the squelching of ellie’s thrusts into your poor cunt, and your nonstop moans – it’s filthy. ellie can’t stop it now, grunts of effort made as she hooks your legs around her waist. if she didn’t know any better, she’d make some point about being able to see her cock poking and bulging out of your tummy, her thrusts deep and carnal.

hands balling the sleeves of your jacket into paws, you hide behind them, finding this to be one of the most intimate and closest experiences you’ve had. ellie’s caging your head between her arms, lip drawn between her teeth, eyes piercing down at you. she takes grip of your wrists and pins them down, laughing at you. “yeah, look at me, baby. look… who’s making you feel this good? who owns you?”

your eyes grow half-lidded and ellie’s face becomes a blur, tears clouding your vision whilst all you can do is halfheartedly moan her name in response.

“poor baby,” ellie mocks, her voice a hoarse coo, as soft as she can manage. it’s a harsh comparison to the reckless power of her hips. as long as you will sing your pleasure to her, she won’t stop. “i thought you wanted it so bad, you wanted my dick so bad, so what’s your deal?”

“mm… n- noth–” you try, you try to speak, but things are getting fuzzy. there’s nothing to occupy your busy mind besides her. ellie, ellie, ellie.

you’re brought out of the fuzziness for a moment when ellie cups your face to wipe a tear off your cheek.

“you just needed me to do all the work for you, huh? so you can lay there cryin’ ‘cuz it just feels that good to get fucked like this?”

all you do is nod, pitiful moans and whimpers flooding ellie’s senses, egging her on just as much as the sight of her strap covered in your essence does.

“i try so hard to be nice to you, baby, feels like you just–” ellie takes one particularly hard thrust into your sopping cunt, “--take advantage of that like a slut…”

“m’sorry,” you squeak, hands wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her closer, closer, closer, nails digging into her back and eliciting a hiss. she’s getting sloppier now, tired and finding that the base of the strap is pressing too well into her clit, making her near delirious, like it’s her real dick she’s fucking you with.

“who’s in charge?” ellie demands to know, glaring down at you but with no malice, there’s nothing but lust and amazement as hot tears streak your cheeks. “who are you gonna obey next time?”

“you.”

“who?”

“ellie, ellie, ellie ellie ellie.”

“that’s right,” ellie scoffs with a nod. “good girl.”

shes so pretty and i need her really bad and um um um um

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darl1ngpearl · 5 months

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Mechanic

Mechanic!Ellie x Motorcyclist!Reader

warning!!: smut, boob sucking, pussy eating, thigh riding, name usage: ma, mama, doll, dolly, darling, mommy, ect. Reader is female, sub reader, top Ellie.

You’d be lying if you said you knew even a single thing about cars. Yet motorbikes? Yeah, don’t kid yourself you knew nothing about bikes either. Hence why, you were now stood outside the garage, gnawing at your bottom lip, trying to muster up the courage to step foot inside.

You were more than familiar with this garage, but more specifically, familiar with a certain individual that owned the place. She was the soul reason you felt so nervous, the soul reason why you were seconds away from loosing your bottom lip due to how hard you were biting down.

With clenched fists, and wobbly knees, you made your way through the entrance.

The garage was booming with music, full of a variety of vehicles in various different conditions, parts of vehicles sprawled across the floor, and the clattering of tools came from towards the back. It was a Sunday, so the garage was empty in regard to employees and customers. You can’t imagine that anyone else would be in, other than her. You probably would’ve came in another day, if your friends weren’t so desperate to go on a morning bike ride to the beach tomorrow, hence why you came in today.

You made your way further into the back of the garage, and as the music and the clattering of tools grew louder, the anxious feeling in your stomach grew bigger.

And there she was, well, what you could make out of her. The only think you could recognise was her timberland boots sticking out from underneath the car. She was fixing god knows what, and humming along to some song you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

You stood there for a few moments just watching her work away, before letting out a small, awkward cough.

Almost as soon as you had made your presence known, Ellie was sliding out from beneath the car. She stood up with a grunt, and wiped her oiled coated hands on her, already oiled coated pants.

God did she look good. Her hair was tied back, half up half down. Her freckled face was splattered with, what you could only assume was dirt and oil, and these splatters made their way down to her neck, and further down to her collarbone. She wore her signature wife pleaser with her “men’s working pants”, paired with her timberland boots.

As soon as she laid her glowing green eyes on you, her face lit up and she smirked. She crossed her arms over her chest and began to walk closer.

“Well look who it is, what do I gotta help you with this time ma?”

Oh yes, she was a flirt.

The blood rose to your cheeks as you watched her make her way closer. You were shy, how could you not be? She had such a confident energy, and there was no chance that you could miss it. The smirk on her face only grew as she watched the pink tone on your cheeks grow significantly deeper.

“Gonna speak up dolly? Or do I have to guess?”

Fuck.

“Um, I have a problem with my bike”

Your voice came out small, almost as small as a whisper. Yet Ellie heard it perfectly. Of course she did, because as soon as you spoke she let out the loudest snort known to man. Maybe you wouldn’t be this embarrassed, and maybe she wouldn’t find this as humorous if you weren’t walking into this garage at least once a week with a problem.

Many people who you’ve spoke to about your bike problems have told you to just get a new bike, or told you that you weren’t made to ride a bike. But the thing is, the bike was perfect, and you were more than perfect when it came to riding. Riding was like your talent. You’d been a part of various street races, and won every single one. And just riding around on the streets daily? god you were good. You were perfect. Yet when it came to caring for the bike, that is where you lacked.

Once, a few months ago, you came to Ellie in absolute pieces, convinced that your bike was completely done for. You remember sobbing in her arms for a little while too long, because your precious baby was broken. But god, the look on your face was priceless when all Ellie had to do to “fix” the bike was turn it on. You were completely stunned, and blabbered faster than you could even think about how when you went to turn it on, it wouldn’t turn on. But the more you think about it, the more you realise that the reason it didn’t turn on when you tried, is because you didn’t turn the keys in the ignition.

“What seems to be the problem?”

Ellie raises her eyebrows in amusement, waiting for a response. You look up at her, staring deep into her eyes.

“I don’t know?”

She chuckles and nods, before walking past you, making her way outside to your bike.

“You lil ditz, of course you don’t know”

“Hey! I am not a ditz!”

“Whatever you say ma”

You scoff and follow her to your bike. You watch as she takes a look around, checking the breaks, the tires, the blinkers, and god knows what else.

“Did you remember to turn it on, like… actually turn it on?”

You roll your eyes and nod,

“Yes, I did thank you”

She hold up her hands in defence before looks at your tires once more, crouching down and running a finger along them. You couldn’t take your eyes off her hands. They were so perfect, so veiny and oh so slender. You were fixated on them, so much so that you missed everything she said. She was now stood back infront of you, waving her hand Infront of your face.

“Hellooo? Earth to y/n?”

You look up at her with a deep blush across your face, and she just laughs.

“When you are finished gawking at me doll, I said you need a tire change. I got no clue how you are riding around safely with tires.”

“You’re meant to change the tires?”

…

“Jesus Christ girlie, how are you allowed on the road huh?”

She begins to push your bike inside the garage, to an empty area where she could begin to work. You follow her once again, like a lost puppy.

“How much is it gonna cost to get them changed els?”

“Hm, depends. You gonna gimme a kiss?”

What.

“What?”

“Said, you gonna gimme a kiss ma?”

She was teasing. She knew exactly how to tease you, and clearly a little too well, because your cheeks were burning red. She looks over her shoulder to you and winks.

You couldn’t tell if she was joking or just playing but either way, would you ever refuse to kiss her? Absolutely not.

You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t dreamt of kissing her, on numerous occasions. It was almost the only thing you ever dreamt about.

You watched as she began to work away, taking the tires off the motorbike before replacing them with new ones. It didn’t take long, and the whole time you watched. You watched as her muscles would flex, and how skilled she was with her hands. You were seconds away from drooling.

One she was done, she stood up and looked at her work with approval, and you did so also.

“Thank you so much els!”

You jumped up from where you were sat and wrapped your arms around her, squeezing her tight.

She chuckles and pats your back,

“Anytime mama”

You blush and squeeze her just a little tighter, not wanting the hug to end.

“So, what is the cost?”

“Well, all depends on wether you’re gonna gimme that kiss or not”

Oh, she was serious.

You looked up at her, arms still around her waist, and you’re met with her infamous smirk. She glances down at your lips, before looking back up at your eyes, and then she licks her lips.

“You’re… you’re serious?”

She scoffs and allows her hands travel down from your waist to your ass, giving it a firm pat.

Once again your face was beat red, and it was now your turn to glance at her lips. They looked so soft and plump, they had a slight sheen from where she had licked them, and there was a small scar on her bottom lip.

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna kiss me doll, you make it painfully obvious”

You roll your eyes and begin to draw circles on her back with your fingers. She hums and lifts one of her hands from your ass upto your face. She tilts up your chin, before using her thumb to toy with your bottom lip.

You stood there in silence for a few moments, before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Wanna kiss you now els”

She chuckles,

“Oh you do now?”

You nod profusely, and look at her with pleading eyes. She groans and grabs a fistful of your ass, squeezing it tight before using her other hand to now stroke your cheek. She leans in and your heart begins to race.

It’s finally happening. This is what you have been waiting for for months, everytime you came to her garage all you could think about is how good it would feel to kiss her.

As you lean in to kiss her she suddenly pulls away, looking down at you with false confusion.

“Hm, are you kissing me for a discount or are you kissing me because you wanna see if it’s as good as you imagined?”

Oh my god.

You stare at her with your lips parted in shock, not muttering a word.

She forces out a sigh and removes her hand from your ass. The second her hand pulls away is the second that you let out one of the most desperate sounding whines either one of you have ever heard.

“Well cmon then, spit it out pretty”

You couldn’t believe it. It was like a mission for her to try and embarrass you.

You had to say something, obviously you weren’t kissing her for some discount. Hell, you would pay tripple the amount if it meant you could kiss her. But why does she have to make it so difficult?

She knew exactly how to fluster you without a doubt, every time you came to the garage. She could see right through you. Every time you would even attempt to hide something from her, she would know within a split second.

“Don’t wanna kiss you for some stupid discount els”

“Yeah? You sure ma?”

“I’m so sure, wanted to kiss you for so long now, been waiting for so long”

she slides her arms around your waist, her hands finding your ass once more.

“Aw my poor girl, I’m just so mean for making you wait that long aren’t I?”

She once again, waited for you to respond, whilst squeezing your ass just a little tighter.

You pout and nod your head, before she laughs.

“Let me make it up to you then, yeah?”

Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck

She tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, before connected her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, a short kiss yet not short enough to be a peck.

When she pulls away, she smiles at you and you give her a smile back, followed by a shy giggle.

“Strawberry chapstick?”

She licks her lips and nods in approval,

“Definitely strawberry”

She holds your face in the palms of her hands, and once again connects her lips to yours. This time, it’s messy, and ever so slowly, the both of you are making your way towards the ratty old couch that is propped up against the wall, your lips not leaving each others once.

She lowers you back onto the couch, laying you down. She hovers over you, and slowly pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva keeping her lips connected to yours. Her lips were now swollen, but god does it make her even hotter.

She brushes your cheek with her knuckles and hums in approval, staring at your also swollen lips.

“You want this mama? Cus if not we can stop right now”

“Please els, I want this more than ever”

“That’s the right answer dollface”

She moves from off on top of you and sighs at the sight of you wearing oh so many layers. She needed to change that, and fast.

“Stand up for me”

She switches her position and now manspreads on the couch. You stand up directly in front of her and look at her confused.

“Now strip”

You stare at her blankly for a few moments, trying to process what was just said. She wanted you to… strip?

When it finally came to your realisation, you started to take off your leather jacket. You wanted this and you wanted it now, you didn’t need to stall more than you had to.

She leans back on the couch and hums, enjoying the show.

You give her a shy smile before kicking off your shoes, and then beginning to undo your jeans. She watches you like a hawk as you slide the jeans off the fat of your ass, which made you more flustered than you already were.

Once your jeans were pooling at your ankles, you lifted your top over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. You shivered at the breeze kissing your skin, and hugged yourself for some warmth.

However, Ellie didn’t like that, she kissed her teeth and motioned with her hands for you to move your arms. And you did so, you let your arms fall back down to your side and you stood still in front of her, letting her eyes explore your almost bare body.

“Do a little spin for me sweet thing”

You felt your arousal begin to pool in your panties. You slowly turning in a circle for her to get a full view of your body. She hums in approval and chuckles.

“God you look so perfect, come here ma”

She pats her lap, silently telling you to sit, and so you did. You sat down on her lap and wrapped your arms around her nape, staring into her oh so gorgeous emerald eyes.

She rests her hands on your ass and stares right back at you. Not a word was said, yet it wasn’t awkward. The moment felt sensual, it felt perfect, and you didn’t want it to be over. But as soon as her lips pressed against your collarbone, you couldn’t wait for the silent moment to be over.

She left soft kisses trailing from your collarbone, to your breasts. This pulled soft whines from the back of your throat. How can a simple kiss feel so good?

You quickly unclasped your bra, for her to gain better access and she chuckles,

“Eager are we ma?”

“Ellie please, shut up and carry on”

She landed a sharp slap on your ass and you jolted forward, whimpering loud.

She manoeuvres your body into the previous position, before going back to leaving soft kisses over your breasts. You close your eyes and let your head fall forward, resting on the top of hers.

“Feels so good els”

“Yeah? Not even started yet mama and already feels that good?”

You nod your head and her kisses begin to turn to sucks. She starts litter hickeys all over your breasts and this makes the pool of arousal in your panties grow even more.

Your pussy ached for her, you needed her more than ever, you needed much more than just hickeys, even if her giving them to you did feel like heaven. So you began to grind on her thigh, attempting to make it subtle in hopes that she wouldn’t notice.

But how could she not? She felt the slow rocking against her thigh the second you began, and this rips a groan out from the back of her throat.

Suddenly, her lips latched around your nipple, and she began to suck and tug on it. You moaned directly into her ear and ground down on her thigh just a little harder, attempting to soothe the ache in between your legs.

She bit down on your nipple and this caused you to yelp, it hurt but in the best way possible.

Her hands moved up from your ass to your hips, and took the grinding into her own hands (literally). She rocked your hips against her in an agonising slow pace, which made you whine and whisper little pleads into her ear.

She was beyond turned on, she needed you more than ever. Her grip on your hips tightened, and she rocked you faster, pushing you further down onto her thigh.

“Oh god! Feels soooo good els, feels so so good”

“Yeah baby? I’m making you feel soooo good?”

You moans grew louder, and you feel your orgasm creeping closer. The feeling of the material of her pants against your clothed pussy felt just right. You began to pant, attempted to move your hips faster to chase your orgasm.

And then, she stopped. She stopped and she held you in place, lifting her head and tutting at you.

Tears began to pool in your eyes, you were so desperate and you were seconds away from your orgasm.

“Tell me, who is in charge here?”

“You are?”

“That’s right darling, so wanna tell me why you were speeding up? I had you at the exact pace I wanted you, and you tried to go faster? Tried to take control?”

You whine and wriggled in her grip. She didn’t like this, and you could tell when the grip on your hips tightened, giving you a silent warning to keep still.

“Was close els, wanted to cum”

“Oh you wanted to cum?”

You felt small. She made you feel so powerless and small with her dominant domineer, you had no control and you knew it. All you could do was nod.

“And you couldn’t wait until I made you cum huh? Had to do it all yourself? Don’t think I’m good enough to make you cum?”

You widened your eyes and shook your head,

“No! I know you can! Was just…desperate”

she hums and in a blink the position changes. You were once again laying down on the couch, and she was hovering over you. You stare up at her and she winks at you. She pecks your lips before trailing kisses down your body.

She kissed your chin, your collarbone, each breast, your stomach, your bellybutton, and then she placed a kiss just above your clothed clit which made you shudder.

“I’m gonna make you cum mama, that’s why we are in this position no? It’s my job now, not yours”

You bite down on your lip and nod at her. She toys with the waistband of your panties and hums, staring at the wet patch that soaked the majority of the underwear.

“Tsk, they’re in my way”

And in a flash your panties were now somewhere on the floor, and her head dove straight in between your legs. She was wasting no time.

You let out a loud gasp as she began to lap up your pussy, eating you out like it was her last meal. Her thumb was placed over your clit, rubbing slow circles.

It felt like heaven, you thought the grinding felt good but, this was a million times better.

Moans began to rip from your throat, and you threw your head back, bucking your hips up into her.

She huffs and uses her other hand to hold your hips down.

“Still”

She spoke muffled, too focused on eating you out to lift her head. You quickly obeyed, not wanting to be denied another orgasm. She was so skilled with her tongue, so skilled.

Her tongue dove in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots. You grabbed a fist full of her hair, tugging on it, which caused her to let out a groan.

She removed her thumb, which caused you to whine from the loss of contact. Yet as soon as she pushed her face more into your pussy, you were no longer whining. Her nose kept bumping against your clit Every time she would move her head. You were in bliss.

“Oh god els!!”

She chuckles, although due to her face being buried deep in between your legs, it barely sounded like one.

You couldn’t help it, you began to feel your orgasm creeping over you once more and you began to buck your hips back into her. Her nose pressed harder into your clit and her tongue reached further into your pussy.

You couldn’t contain your moans, you were a mess. Tears began to brim in your eyes and you tugged on her hair harder. She didn’t push you down this time, she just kept going. She knew your were close, I mean, how could she not tell?

“F-fuck! Gonna cum, please mommy please!”

This set her off, and if it was even possible, she began to eat you out even faster. She was gripping onto your thighs, making a complete mess.

Then, that feeling in your stomach snapped. You came all over her face, and so fucking hard. Moans, whines and curse words came flying from your mouth, you were unable to hold anything back.

She slowed down her pace, allowing you to come down from your orgasm. Once it became too much, she pulled away.

She looked at you with a smirk on her face. Her chin was dripping with saliva and arousal, and even then, she looked fucking good.

You were fucked out. Your chest was heaving and tear stains were visible on your face, drool visible at the corners of your mouth. She looked at you, impressed with her work done to you.

“Mommy?”

You groan and hold your hands over your face, embarrassed.

“Shut up!”

She laughs and leans over you, pecking your lips.

She walked you out of her garage, wheeling out your bike for you.

“I’ll message you okay dolly? Be safe on your ride back, try not to lose any bike parts”

You roll your eyes and giggle,

“Thank you again Ellie”

“Anytime mama”

You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before she landed a soft smack on your ass, causing you to turn beet red almost immediately. She then tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and leaned in to whisper to you.

“Next time, mommy will use her strap”

Next time?

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btdemaru · 11 months

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Chambers

Poseidon x GN!reader

Note : i don't see much posts about him and I'm willing to make some! also reader is human.

Warnings : overstimulation, bottom!reader, master kink, sadistic poseidon, oral sex (reader receiving), dacryphilia, spanking,

MINORS DNI!!

Poseidon never showed any affection towards you, never held your hand, not even soft kisses in public. Never. He's too prideful and sucked up in the whole 'divine being' thing.

For years you put up with it, even other gods/goddesses felt bad and wonder why are you still with him. What they don't know is that secretly deep inside his dark chamber filled with luxurious items and silk sheets is where he showed affection.

You're sitting on the Gods lap as he sat by the edge of the bed, his fingers sneak their way through the hem of your expensive soft clothing, giving gentle kisses on your neck while leaving pretty reddish purple marks.

It all started there and hours later you're crying, sobbing as he continues to devour you, not giving any time to breathe as he catches another orgasm from you as Poseidon drink every single drop of your cum only for him to start all over again making you more sensitive then before. Thighs twitching, back arching as you plead for at least a five minute break.

Poseidon ignored those pleas "are you saying you're giving up? And here i thought you can do better to please your master." He teased, gaining pleasures from your tears as the tent in his pants grew bigger, and hell he was big. a little too big. You tried closing your legs saying that it won't fit and that it'll hurt too much. "Be quiet, I'll make it fit." His emotionless face glances up to you, no smile but a sadistic smirk creeps up onto his face.

Lining his cock on your hole before sliding it up and down just to tease you, making you plead for him to put it in only for Poseidon to give you a huge spank. You opened your mouth to complain but he pushed in with no warning roughly, not giving any time for adjustment Poseidon thrust deep amd hard but slow. His hand gripping your waist leaving his fingerprints and bruising it perfectly.

The kisses you share with the sea God was deep, passionate and heated. chasing his orgasm Poseidon picked up the pace, throwing your legs on his shoulder giving him more access for his cock to go deeper, your moans can be heard even outside his chambers and yet he only shared a few deep breath and grunts as if he's just doing nothing. Feeling the coil in your stomach released was euphoric, locking and clenching him in, milking every single last drop of his divine cum inside you as your own orgasm washed over.

Your whole body felt tired, exhausted and fatigued. You closed your eyes wanting to finally sleep and get a rest until you feel a sharp sting on your ass making you jolt back up only to find Poseidon's creepy grin. Something tells you that this will be a very very long night..

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 2 months

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Hiii

Can I request top!Agatha Harkness x bottom!reader? And Agatha overstimulates reader with her fingers and magic. maybe you could add breeding kink

PLEASE 🥺

Under Her Spell

Top!Agatha Harkness x bottom!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, top!Mommy!Agatha, subby!reader, overstimulation (R), use of vibrator (R), Agatha uses magic to restrain R, A uses magic strap on R, breeding kink, magic strap does have cum

Word Count: 1,151

A/N: I had a fun time exploring this first time really writing Agatha, so I did go a little overboard from my usual requests. Hope you enjoy anon!

The rays of the setting sun flooded through the double floor to ceiling picture windows leading into the living room of your shared space. You had fallen asleep for a nap earlier in the afternoon only to be woken up by the rays on your face.

The timing seemed to be perfect though as you heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking and opening. Shoes being taken off and set on the rack by the door. Keys dropped in the bowl.

“I'm home, angel!” you hear your girlfriend call out, making you smile as you get up from your spot on the comfy sectional. You kept your blanket wrapped around you, not willing to give up its warmth just yet.

You shuffled your way over. A smile on your face as well as hers as her deep blue eyes settle on you.

You bound up to her, blanket falling and forgotten about as the warmth of her embrace takes over.

“Welcome home!” You say, burying your face in her chest.

“Did you miss me dear?” You look up at her nodding “We're you a good girl while I was out?”

“Of course! I was the best!” Agatha already knew that, of course she did. She always had eyes and ears around the house to keep an eye while she was away.

“Well good girls deserve rewards, don't they?” She pulled you up and into a kiss, slowly moving the two of you to the bedroom. “Strip down sweetie. I'm going to get some toys to play with.” You undressed quickly, not wanting to upset Agatha and got yourself on the bed as she came back with only a magic wand making you tilt your head in confusion.

Before you can verbally question anything Agatha waves her hand, purple swirls of magic tug on your wrist until they're above your head. Your legs being tugged in opposite directions being held firmly in place by her magic. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.

The wand is being held in place over your clit Agatha turning it on its highest setting.

“Ahhhh…Agatha…” she smirked down at you.

“Stay right there pet. I'm going to go take a shower.” You whine and try to squirm, but no matter how you moved the vibrator was in just the right spot. “Cum as much as you like pet. I want the bed soaked by the time I'm back.” That was how Agatha left you as she closed the on-suite bathroom door.

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“Are you still with me sweetie?” Your eyes glazed over as your head lulled towards her,

“Mama…” your brain was entirely fuzzy. Words are difficult for you right now. You lost count after five, but you knew from the look on Agatha's face she was happy.

Your eyes trailed over her still wet and naked body before your eyes landed on the magic strap between her legs and you knew this wasn't over. Agatha took the vibrator away from your now extremely overstimulated clit. You shudder in relief though you could still feel phantom vibrations from it being there for an hour.

“Are you ready dear?” Agatha asked, already knowing the answer. You dumbly nodded your head. “Such a good girl doing exactly as I had asked. Now it's time for your reward.” Agatha moved herself between your legs, lining herself up with you. She knew you were more than wet enough. She let your legs go in favor of holding them as she pushed into you. Making you moan out and pull against your restraints.

“Mommy! Touch! Pease!” Your last word slurring slightly as she hits your spot.

“Shhh soon baby, let Mommy enjoy you for a bit.” Agatha cooed into your ear in such a way that made you shiver and fall deeper into that fuzzy head space only being able to moan. Words are becoming too much for your brain to handle currently.

Agatha let her mouth wander, biting and sucking wherever she could, she loved marking you and since she had started you always had various states of hickies littering your body from fresh purple to healing yellows. A beautiful collage that Agatha had made across the canvas of your body.

You came back from your thoughts when Agatha added her fingers back into the mix on your clit.

“C-cummin’ Ma…” you somehow managed out.

“Go on, baby girl. Cum for Mommy.” Agatha husked, breathy in your ear. As the coil inside you snapped once more and she finally let your arms go as she continued to pump inside you.

“Mama…too mush…” you gripped her, scratching down her back.

“One more angel. I want you to cum with me. You can do that, right? You're such a good girl for me.” You nodded though everything felt like it was on fire in both the best and worst way.

The build up was quick for both of you as Agatha gripped you tightly, looking down into your Y/E/C orbs.

“I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum all inside you and fill up that pretty tummy until you're perfectly full and breed with my babies.” You moansled at her words, you hips moving with her own as, making her strap hit your deepest parts and as soon as she started to spurt inside of you, you snapped and joined her in the bliss of yet another orgasam as you gripped and clawed at Agatha only able to repeat, “Breed me Mommy…please…please breed me…” your brain on autopilot.

Agatha had trained you so well over your time together as her movement slowed down. Slowly pulling out making you groan and clench around nothing as she shushed and cooed at you.

“It's okay sweetie. I'm right here. I'm gonna grab you water and a towel.” With a flicker of Agatha's wrist the room was cleaned. No more of your mess on the bed and it even felt warm as you started drifting off until you felt the cold cloth against you as you instinctively tried to pull back, but her strong hands held you there. “It's okay baby I need to clean you. I know I overstimulated you didn't I?” she cooed, your hazy eyes looking at her.

“Yes.”

“You loved it though, didn't you?” she asked with a smile as she helped you sit up to drink some water.

“Yes.”

Agatha got the two of you in your pajamas with a snap of her fingers, letting you curl up against her body. You start falling asleep comfortably against your dominant and your girlfriend in your fuzzy little headspace.

“I love you Y/N you did so well for me tonight.” She whispered as she rubs your back and runs her fingers through your hair as you smile and press yourself further into her.

“I love you too, Aggie.” That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

#ley speaks #ley writes #ley requests #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x female reader #dom!agatha harkness #top!agatha harkness #mommy!agatha harkness #sub!reader #subby!reader #bottom!reader

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krissysays · 4 months

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I have a request! What about bada eating y/n out in public (kinda) just to tease her? Hehe

A little late Christmas present for you…

cw: clingy!bada, exhibitionism, teasing, edging, lowercase intentional, hair tugging/pulling, top!bada, edging, bottom!reader, pure smut, gxg, jealous!bada, (semi) dirty talk, 18+++!!! Masterlist

The Real Tease-her

Synopsis:

You’ve been working endlessly on a short-film, Bada’s been missing you, and finally it’s the big night of the Premiere for your teaser… Little did you know, as soon as the lights went down, so would Bada.

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bada looked at her phone and sighed out as she looked at your instagram story for the 15th time. you were having the time of your life, posting with your co-workers, rolling her eyes as she checked yet again to see that she had only been left on delivered.

you were a busy woman, she knew that. she was a busy woman herself, choreographing for her class, celebrities, dancing in videos, rehearsing, but she was able to see you because anytime she would hold a class, you’d be there. now that she has free time, she sees what you used to feel like, taking every possible opportunity to see you. it wasn’t that easy though.

you had been an official director for a short-film for about a year now. you were constantly in meetings with producers, graphic-designers, writers, press, auditions, and finally after grueling hours, painfully tiring, and stressful days, it was the premiere night. you had been spending all day in hair and makeup, getting ready to finally go home before…

“but it’s our last day together!” you sighed as you heard the voice of your protagonist coming from behind you. you turned to look at all of your cast, looking at you expectedly. you sighed and nodded, not being able to say no to them. you had all been through ups and downs together and worked so hard...

"i'll be a bit late coming home, baby. i'm going out to one last lunch with the cast. i'll be home with you soon, baby. i love you!"

bada heard the notification from her phone, excited to see your name but slightly pouted as she read your message. she understood but she wanted you with her. she typed out a quick but patient text, despite her frustration growing.

"okay princess, have fun. excited to see you soon."

bada threw her phone to the side, a huff escaping her mouth. now she knew how you felt when she was busy. she knew it wasn't intentional revenge but she felt like it was.

her mind went from the idea of wrapping her arms around you and cuddling to the most x-rated thoughts that she'd ever had.

she needed you. In every way possible.

she took a deep breath and decided to close her eyes and try to take a nap, waiting for you to arrive home. you'd be back soon enough and that was enough for her.

"GUESS WHO'S HOME!?" you yelled, finally closing the front door.

"BABYYYYY!" bada yelled, running down the stairs, somehow not tripping, managing to make it to you and picking you up, twirling you around, making you giggle. it was so comfortable to be in her arms, finally, immediately feeling tension releasing.

you two sat down on the couch and you laid your head down on her shoulder. bada loved this. she missed this so much. she leaned in and you smiled slightly, lips melting together. It felt like it had been forever since you both had connected in this way.

you whimpered as she bit your lip, allowing for her to slide her tongue into your mouth. fuck... you loved her tongue, especially when it challenged yours, twirling around yours. You both groaned as your alarm went off.

it was time for the big night. You stood up and quickly ran your fingers through your hair, fixing it, before looking at you girlfriend, "you ready?"

you looked at her, how she sported her outfit. she always dressed so cool... how could she be so hot and so beautiful at the same time? You squeezed your thighs together at the thought. you fixed your skirt and tried to get yourself together.

"yeah, i'm ready, beautiful. let's go." you grabbed your purse and put it over your shoulder, taking bada's hand and headed out the door.

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It had been only 20 minutes into your film, bada sitting on your left side and one of the male cast members sitting on your right. you were invested in your film, occasionally poking baba, telling her to watch, "the good part is coming up babe! look!" she would smile at you, biting her lip a bit.

fuck she missed you...

she placed her hand on your thigh, playing with your skirt, leaning in and whispering, "good outfit choice." you were a blushing mess, trying to just get through 20 minutes of your movie, but you felt an ache between your legs unlike ever before.

bada watched as another hand snuck it's way onto your thigh...

ah... so it's like that, huh? she thought to herself as she watched your other thigh become preoccupied. you were smart enough to move your leg away and to shoot him a glare. you were his director. what was he thinking?

bada was a fuming mess right now. tense enough to do anything. and this was her last button. good luck to you... because she's about to start pushing yours.

"i'm hungry, i'm going to go grab something, do you want anything, princess?" she asked.

you almost whined at the feeling of her moving away from you, kind of disappointed that she wouldn't stay around to even watch something that took a year for you to create. usually she would have but it clicked very quickly for you. she saw him. usually you would have rolled your eyes at her jealousy but this was valid. he'd spent more time with you than she had this year and the one night that she gets to spend time with you, he just had to ruin it.

instead of whining about it, you nodded at bada, "a refill please?" you went to hand her your cup and she said, "don't worry, i'll buy a larger one for you." you blinked up at her and said, "thank you... i love you." she leaned down and kissed you quickly before going to walk away.

you quickly turned to the guy next to you, about to tell him off, but quickly your mouth snapped shut. Nothing prepared you for the warm feeling that swiped over your clothed pussy. you didn't have to question it, you knew who this was,

bada.

you quickly got a text and looked at your phone,

"we have 20 more minutes... think you can be a good girl and keep that little mouth shut for me?"

you nodded and bit into your lip, before almost arching your back off of your chair.

bada was on her knees, placing her finger on your clit, drawing little teasing patterns on it. she watched as you grew wetter, your hips twitching up to try to meet her mouth. She smirked before leaning in and placing a kiss to your clit, which was almost cute to you,

until you felt an almost illegal amount of pleasure. your clit was being sucked into bada's mouth her tongue flicked over it relentlessly, her eating you out like you were her last meal.

fuck. she really was hungry.

you tasted amazing and felt even more amazing, bada could feel you fluttering around her as soon as she slipped it into you. she was going to fucking demolish you at home, especially sense you were asking for it. running your hands through her hair, lightly tugging, knowing she loved when you do that, making her moan and accidentally nip at your clit, almost sending you over the edge before suddenly,

she fucking stopped.

You looked down as she looked up at you, biting her lip. you forgot that you were a director when you noticed the lights coming back on and your name was being called.

shakily, you stood up and waved, bowing slightly along with the rest of your cast, hearing as cheers and claps erupt from everyone around you.

you go to join your cast members for pictures but bada tugs you back lightly. you glared at her and she smirked before hugging you, "don't worry, princess. i'll show you the rest when we get home...

that was just the teaser."

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Thank you for waiting for this one! I hope that you enjoyed reading it and that I did your request justice!

I'm still taking requests by the way so feel free to request away or just send me a nice little question or just to talk with me! I love answering asks!

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themidnightcrimson · 1 year

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Cumslut. | w. maximoff

summary: in which a cozy night in bed turns into wanda turning you into her needy cumslut.

warnings: top!wanda, cumstrap (r receiving), magically enhanced strap, breeding kink, cum kink, size kink, teasing, jealousy, kissing, breast play, grey sweatpants + strap = horknee, i need wanda to turn me into her personal toaster strudle rn, petition to be wanda's twinkie

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

The movie was only halfway over when your phone that was sat on the nightstand lit up in your dark bedroom. Glancing over at the nightstand, you slid out of Wanda’s arms to reach past the now empty popcorn bowl and grab your phone.

As you leaned back into Wanda’s arm, which was slung across your pillow behind you, you could feel jade eyes staring past your shoulder as you checked the text message you had received from Nat.

Wanna come over? Maria brought drinks ;)

You and Wanda had spent the night cuddled up in bed watching movies, which was your usual nighttime routine on the weekends. While you sometimes felt left out as your friends went out and drank and partied without you, you cherished every cozy moment with Wanda—her arm cradling your back, your legs tangled together under the warm, fluffy blanket she had draped over the two of you.

Feeling a hand squeeze your waist, you looked up to your redhead girlfriend. As the light from the TV illuminated her beautiful face that was close to yours, she gave you a sort of knowing look. “I thought we were staying in tonight,” her smooth voice said in a quiet, indiscernible tone. Her fingers were digging into your waist, and you knew it wasn’t to purposefully intimidate you but rather because Wanda was not fond of changing plans, especially when the original plan was for you to be with her for the night.

You glanced back at the text message and weighed the decision of how to reply. Before you could even text Nat and tell her you couldn’t come, your phone screen suddenly went black in your hands. Surprised, you looked to Wanda and caught a discreet red glow slipping from her irises and a tiny smirk tugging at her lips.

“I was going to say no,” you reprimanded her for locking your phone, tilting your head at her with a playful smile.

Suddenly, Wanda shifted under your shared blanket, turning to her side to dig her knees between yours, forcing your legs open before she was suddenly hovering over you, which caused the blanket to lift and let in colder air that made you shiver. You let your head lay back on the pillow as Wanda gently took the phone from your hands and placed it face-down on the nightstand, the ends of her soft hair tickling your neck as you stared up at her eyes, darkened by the low light of the room.

“I don’t like how they try to pull you away from me,” Wanda mumbled as her hands slid down your body, grabbing at your waist. “Is it so bad to want you all to myself?”

You felt a blossom of warmth flutter over your face at her words. While it was true that you missed your friends sometimes, the way Wanda desperately wanted every minute of your time and every ounce of your attention was, truthfully, endearing.

“I think you need to learn to share,” you teased her, bringing your hand to her cheek and cupping it. She leaned into your touch, her eyebrows deviously lowering in reaction to your comment that tantalized her.

“I don’t like sharing you with others,” she argued, a rasp in her voice as her cheek grazed past your face to nuzzle into your neck. She rubbed her nose against your skin, moving your hair out of the way before you felt her cupid lips press a soft kiss on your perfumed skin. Your eyelids fell closed as you felt your girlfriend give you kisses that weighed like feathers on your skin. She devoted several moments to each singular kiss, truly taking her time in buttering you up so you wouldn’t be angry at her for being possessive.

As your hands slipped under her large t-shirt to slide up the bare expanse of her back, you could feel how tense her muscles were at first until they melted under the trail of your touch. Wanda sighed into your neck, the warm air tickling your skin. “You know that I’m all yours,” you whispered, turning your lips to her ear so she could hear you clearly.

Wanda hummed, her hands on your waist tightening. You knew how much she loved it when you said that. She loved when you assured her that you belonged to her—your mind, your heart, and your body. Wanda was a fiercely possessive woman, and tending to her territorial fire was pleasing to the both of you.

Still, she liked to test you as much as you liked to test her. “Prove it,” she mumbled against your ear, punctuating her sentence with a sloppy bite to your jaw. Your body arched when you felt her teeth scrape your jaw, fingers pressing into her lower back.

“Prove it for me,” you countered before you raised your knees to lock around her hips, ankles hooking at her back and poking through the blanket which threatened to fall and reveal your bodies beneath it. You bucked your hips upwards and felt exactly what you assumed was already there—the bulge of her strap through her pants. When you rubbed your crotch against her, you grinned in delight as Wanda groaned and pressed her bulge hard into you, her hands now bruising your waist.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” Wanda asked, coming up from your neck to smirk at you. She tilted her head, eyes twinkling with lust as her teeth pierced her lower lip.

You smiled and grabbed her face as you kept grinding yourself against her crotch, watching the way her lip turned whiter as she bit harder into it. You knew she’d enhanced the strap so that she could feel every bit of it as she swelled against you.

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence, “That I can handle your big cock in my tight pussy?”

Her hands swiftly moved to the hem of your pants and grabbed hard at them. “Stop it, or I will fuck you right now,” she husked, rolling her hips hard into you, the friction against your clit causing you to gasp.

“That’s exactly what I want,” you whispered, letting your fingers comb into her locks of hair. Wanda’s lips twitched in a smirk before she smashed them against yours in a bruising kiss. Your breaths collided against each other as she devoured your lips sloppily, her tongue slipping through your open mouth and settling across your own. She groaned at the taste of you as her tongue fought with your own, and when she finally pulled away to breathe, you could feel her saliva coating your lips. Pressure filled your lips as they started to swell from the force of the kiss, and heat seeped through your entire face.

Wanda grabbed at your shirt and tugged it as she panted. “I want this off.”

“Then take it off,” you bit back with a grin, to which Wanda gave a warning look before tearing the shirt over your head. You weren’t expecting her to instantly reconnect the kiss as her hands grabbed at your tits.

You gasped against Wanda’s lips as her fingers pinched at your nipples before rubbing them, the action causing your panties to moisten. She kept pressing her strap hard against you, and you were starting to grow frustrated at the barrier of clothing between you.

Slipping your hands from her hair to her hips, you pulled at the string of her sweatpants and felt it fall undone against your lower stomach. As you started trying to push her pants down, Wanda helped by reluctantly moving her hands away from where they were enjoying your hardened nipples to pull her sweatpants down. As she tugged her ankles out of the pants, you took the opportunity to pull her shirt over her head.

Her breasts bounced when the shirt squeezed over them and then released them, and your hands instinctively grabbed them as Wanda smirked at you. Your eyes fell down to her large maroon strap where the tip was already glistening. The sight of it made your mouth water, and you reached down to grab it, stroking the shaft and watching the way Wanda’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. When her eyes opened again, they were three times darker, and she snatched your hand away and pressed it above your head, leaning down closer to you to give you another searing kiss that left your lips wet.

“Wanda,” you groaned, the itch between your legs growing too fierce. You ached for your thighs to be freed from your pants, and Wanda was eager to help, ripping your pants off your legs as the blanket finally fell off her and landed in a pile on the bed.

“Fuck,” Wanda breathed when she spread your thighs between her hips and saw the wet patch that had accumulated on your thin panties. She brought her fingers to the spot and rubbed it, the almost direct touch causing you to squirm.

“Please,” you begged, grabbing at the sheets. Wanda had riled you up so much that you were desperate for her to quell the fire between your legs, desperate for her to ruin you and claim you as hers. You both had forgotten about the TV still on in the background, and it remained outside of your focus as Wanda gently tugged your panties off.

“Holy shit, baby,” Wanda gasped when she saw just how wet you were, groaning when she cupped your pussy and let her fingers swim in your folds. You could even hear how wet you were as she spread your lips apart, the sound causing your cheeks to flush bright red.

Wanda’s fingers went to your clit and massaged it in slow circles, her eyes darkly watching the way your pink, swollen mouth fell open in pleasure. Her other hand went to her cock to stroke it, only adding to your flames of desire as she touched herself.

“Wanda, please,” you begged, her fingers on your clit not adding relief but rather tightening the pressured need within you. You desperately needed her inside you, your walls tensing and hole aching for her.

Wanda loved the way she had shaved you down from being a tease to being so needy for her. When you tried to close your thighs around her hand, she pushed them back open again and hooked them around her hips. “Please what, baby?” she teased as she scooted closer between your legs and rested her cock on your mound.

Whining, you bucked your hips upwards in search for her cock, but her hand on your hipbones pressed you flat against the bed. “Please, fuck me,” you whined, reaching out to grab at her shoulders.

Wanda was also getting antsy with the way you were squirming and whining for her, your pussy visibly getting wetter by the second. You almost cried in relief when she lowered her cock to between your legs but let out a frustrated moan when she started to rub her length up your slit. Wanda groaned loudly at the feeling, fingernails digging into your hipbones as she fucked herself between your folds but refrained from going inside you.

“Wanda, please—inside,” you ordered, tugging at her hair.

“Inside?” she mocked, and suddenly you felt the tip of her cock slip inside you, burying herself halfway in. “Like this?” You let out a guttural moan, your walls already trying to suck her in deeper as you relished in the incredibly brief relief before she quickly pulled back out. “Not yet, babygirl.”

You were close to crying when she went back to sliding her cock between your wet folds, your hands grabbing desperately at her arms as you tried to make out the words to beg her to go inside but failed to string them together. Wanda took your hands away from her and held them at your sides as she thrust her hips gently, panting at the feeling of your soft folds wetting her cock.

“Be a good girl and let me cum first,” she breathed huskily. While the thought of letting her use you to cum first made you melt inside, you were so desperate for her.

Her tip repeatedly pushed against your clit, bringing you a mixture of pleasure and painful need. You even tried bucking your hips, but Wanda pressed them down again, forcing you to stay still as she watched the way her cock would disappear deep in your folds before the tip appeared again right above your clit. Her length was entirely wettened now, along with the sheets below as your wetness dripped into a puddle on them. The sounds that your pussy made as she tortured it were sinful to you, but they were music to Wanda’s ears. Her thrusts were getting sloppier as her breathing grew heavier, and you watched the glorious sight of Wanda, eyes trained on the delicious sight below her, bordering the edge of climax.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, jade irises disappearing as she squeezed her eyes shut. You whined in need as she nearly accidentally slipped inside you from her sloppy movements, until finally she came, her strap twitching as ropes of her cum spurted onto your lower stomach, another load spurting right against your slit. “Fuckkkk,” she breathed as her hips stuttered a few more times before she stilled, catching her breath to look at the glorious sight she had made of you.

Her warm cum was splattered across the smooth expanse of your lower belly, and the rest of it was oozing down your pussy. You felt ravenous at this point, watching her behold you with such lust-filled eyes.

Wanda wanted to reach out and spread her cum around your tummy, but it was such a perfect sight that she didn’t want to ruin. “Look at you, my little cumslut,” she husked, smirking at the way you stared at her shyly, although your pupils were still crazed with desire.

“Please,” you faintly begged again, throbbing to the point of pain. You needed her so badly now more than ever, and your eyes glistened over as tears rapidly filled them.

Wanda pouted mockingly at you as she cupped your face and used her thumb to wipe away a tear that fell down your scorching cheeks. “Tell me you’re my cumslut, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You smoldered under her, fingers tremblingly grabbing her upper arms. “I’m your cumslut,” you pleaded, repeating it again as Wanda smiled satisfactorily and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Without breaking the kiss, she guided her cock to your entrance and slammed her entire length inside you.

You cried out in a mixture of relief and pain as she bottomed out inside you. You weren’t lying when you mentioned your tightness to her earlier, for your walls squeezed around her girth as she buried herself deep inside you.

Wanda cursed under her breath as she started to pound into you, the bed shaking from her force. “God, I love your pussy,” she moaned, glancing down to watch the way she disappeared inside you, your pussy squelching from your own wetness and her cum that glistened on your outer folds. Thanks to her magic, her endurance hadn’t faltered since her first climax, and she could already feel herself getting close again as she hammered into your cunt.

“Wanda,” you whined, the heat in your veins nearly unbearable as you grabbed onto her desperately, as if you would fall into the void without her clutch. Wanda slipped her hands under you to squeeze your ass as she fucked you, your legs hooked under her arms.

“You gonna take my cum inside you like a good cumslut?” she whispered against your lips as she nipped at them, although you were too far gone to kiss back.

You nodded, making some incoherent noise of confirmation as her cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly. The blissful stretch of your hole around her was driving you close to the edge, and when she reached down and started to rub your clit, her other hand still grabbing your ass, it was all too much for you to bear. The bed shook from how hard Wanda fucked you, her moans mixing with yours as she started to come closer. Your walls throbbing and clenching around her was forcing her to use all her strength to keep herself from climaxing before you did.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you cursed as the pressure in your lower tummy started to crack and break, and in another few moments you came undone around her cock, your back arching off the bed as powerful waves of orgasm crashed down on you.

The sensation of your climax was enough for Wanda to be unable to hold back anymore, and she came, shooting a thick load of her cum deep inside you as she buried her face in your neck. Your climax doubled from the feeling, your nails scratching helplessly at Wanda’s back as she ruined you. Her moans came hot and loud against your ear, and you felt blind and deaf as you started to come down from your high. You were blissed out and entirely filled up that you didn’t even notice Wanda move her face out from your neck and stare down at you, watching as your eyes remained closed and your breaths came heavy through your parted lips.

She kept herself inside you for a few moments before she pulled out, which stirred your eyes open. She hummed at the sight of your pussy, coated in her cum as the rest she had planted inside you started to ooze out of your stretched hole. Her cum on your stomach had smeared from her pressing herself against you at some point, but you still looked so fucking perfect as her cumslut.

“Such a good girl for taking my cum,” Wanda purred, stroking your face and pressing a kiss to your hot forehead. You hummed and nuzzled into her touch, to which she smiled softly. “This was much better than going out with those friends of yours, hm?”

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sook9i · 10 months

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— QUIROFILIA W/ HUENINGKAI

. . . GENRE ! Hueningkai x reader | smut

. . . CONTAINS ! slightly soft dom!hk, tried to keep reader’s sex ambiguous so no direct mentions of anatomy but bottom!reader, quirofilia (hand kink), finger sucking, mentions of gagging, implied unprotected sex (please always practice safe sex!!), pet names (kai is either huening, kai, hueningkai, or hyuka; reader is called angel or baby), i think that’s it

. . . WORD COUNT ! 1090

. . . NOTES ! this is just incredibly self indulgent, kai is fr fueling my hand kink rn

. . . ADMIN ! written by callie 🐱

Huening has never been the quickest to conclusions, but he was ever an attentive lover. He’s seen the ways you’ve looked at his hands since the beginning. All of those gazes that linger and the extra attention you tend to give his fingers as you fiddle with them. In all that time though, he’s never really questioned it; not entirely sure if there really was some deeper reason or if you perhaps just…liked looking at his hands.

It wasn’t until you two started becoming more intimate that the deeper nature of your affinity was slowly revealed. The way you whimpered when his hands stroked across your bare skin, and the moans he could pull from you when they delved between your thighs. He certainly wasn’t blind to how your breath always hitched whenever his hands enveloped yours, trapping them against the mattress. Still, he wasn’t sure how to approach the topic, at least until you brought it up yourself.

Straddled across his lap, Kai's mouth works at your neck; a distraction from the pain of his stretch. His heavy cock bottomed out inside you, kissing up against your walls with a delicious sense of fullness. Still, his hands kept you from moving any further, keeping you steady on his lap until the sting subsided. His breaths were getting heavier with more and more whines were slipping out. Finally, as the pain slowly melted into pleasure, you’re hips began bucking involuntarily. Huening knew well enough to take that as a sign to start helping your hips move to ride him.

Up and down, slowly, his fingers flexing to lift you. A shuddering moan rumbles in Kai’s chest at the way you tighten around him. His finger nails leave crescents in your skin as he struggles to keep an easy pace. Your hands almost do the same to his shoulders, with every blissful whine and mewl, more restraint slips away. You start to bounce, moving your hips more on your own. Huening watches with reverie; your screwed up eyes and heady whimpers.

His hands start to move away from your waist, gliding around your tummy-objectively his favorite part of your body. He squeezes and gropes, pushing lips onto yours. Teeth and tongue knocking; shoving inside your mouth. You feel fingers trace circles across your skin. Slowly, they’re making paths up behind your neck. Your hips stutter when Kai’s thumb brushes the underside of your jaw and forces a mewl through your lips.

“Nngh-ah-K-kai. Wan-want…” Chest heaving and hips still rolling desperately, your eyes squeeze close in the foggy search for your words. “F-fingers-ahh.”

He begins to trail a hand back down between your bodies, “Need my hands, bab-”

“N-no-unh-” He’s quick to look up, confused, only to find an out-of-place bashfulness filling up your face as your hips stutter to a stop, “Not-want-ah-j-just…wan’ ‘em in-in my mouth…”

Kai blinks at the confession; his mind is racing, dots slowly connecting beneath his vision before a smirk begins crawling across his lips. A slender thumb strokes at the apex of your bottom lip; pushing it down but not going any further. He pays attention to the sharp clench around him and slowly brimming tears as he barely plays with you.

“Hy-Hyuka-” It’s almost a cry. You’re cut off by single, long finger pressing down upon your tongue. Other arm cradling your waist, Kai thrusts up into you while pushing his finger further towards your throat.

“Shh, angel. There you go.” The slow flutter of your eyes to how your cheeks hollow out to start sucking on his finger; his thighs snap up harder into yours. Drool starts to coat your lips and his hand. Your hips rolling faster to meet his pace. He looks on as you fade into pleasure. Moans vibrate along his finger, spurring more grunts and groans from him.

Rutting on each other in equal desperation for release. You grip Huening’s shoulders like a vice. He thinks to press another finger through your lips, making you suck harder and drag your teeth against his knuckles. Every thrust has you clenching around him tighter. Moans quickly devolve into whines. His mouth moves needily back to your neck; skin pulled harsh between his teeth, swapped out for the soothing of his tongue running down the marks littering your skin. A loud moan joins in the sloppy sounds already filling the room when Kai uses his fingers to push down near the back of your throat. Having expected a slight gag in response, the noise sends Kai spiraling further.

A string of saliva connects him to your shoulder as pulls away. He wants a front-row view to watching you come undone. It's painted clear on your face just how close you are. Eyes rolling back, mouth stuffed full with whines and whimpers. Your hips fell into an uneven rhythm joined by the desperate hollowing of cheeks; barely pushing your head forward, you shoved Kai’s fingers back into your throat. The noise trapped in your throat grew higher and higher in pitch, quickly peaking with a few more desperate rolls of your hips.

Huening, following along in your hunger, fucks his fingers along your tongue. "Cum for me, baby. Please-please, angel-come on."

With that slim hint of permission, the coil building in your stomach snaps. A guttural moan rumbles up your chest paired with a choked-out gag. Your tighs tense up tight as euphoria explodes through your body. Fog settles in all your senses; riding out your high with an aching twitch. The ceaseless clench between your thighs sends Kai over the edge. Unable to stop himself from thrusting up and spilling deep inside you; releasing a pitiful whine of your name.

Lost in a sea of post-high fuzz, you slump your head down to Huening's shoulder. He takes that que to slip his fingers from your lips; glancing at the slick coating them. Although somewhat lost in his own daze, the sticky feeling rubbing in between your bodies is enough for him to begin moving again.

"Angel," Your sluggish eyes turn to peer up at him. "We need to get cleaned up."

After some maneuvering, he lets you curl up on the bed while he's gone. The beginnings of sleep creep in before a warm rag is pressed against your skin. Kai giggles at how, despite the disturbance, you never open your eyes, instead simply pouting to express your displeasure. Still, he continues; wiping you both clean of any mess in the sweet silence.

"So..." Hueningkai trails off until you give a soft hum. "My fingers, huh?"

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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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Ok this may be weird but I can’t stop thinking about Robin Buckley f***ing reader deep and fast with her strap while holding readers wrists down and kissing her neck. Then when the reader is close she’ll whisper “you can cum princess, but just know im not done with your pu**y yet” Can you please write about this so i can stop thinking bout it?

My brain has absolutely melted thinking about this. I will absolutely write this because now I can’t stop thinking about it either😅

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Tell Me What You’re Thinking

Dom!Robin Buckley x Sub!Reader (Modern)

Notes: Robin and reader are in an established relationship

You’ve been thinking about Robin all day. After she gets off work tonight, you’re going over to her house because her parents are out of town on their monthly business trip. The two of you are supposed to have a movie night, but that’s not what you’ve been thinking about. You’ve been thinking about her on top of you, fucking you with her strap-on. All day today, you’ve been squirmy thinking about it, thinking about her. When she finally texts you to come over, you don’t think you’ve ever left your house so fast. You drove to her house like you were a race car driver, speeding there, too impatient to wait any longer. The drive to her house is normally ten minutes, but you were there in five. Robin was shocked to see you there so quickly and said, “Wow sweetheart. You uh- You got here fast.” You replied, “Mhmmm, missed you, Robbie.” Robin smiled and said, “Come here, pretty girl”, then opened her arms. You quickly went over to her and she wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace, just how you like it. Robin then started peppering you with kisses, making you smile and giggle. The two of you finally made your way inside and into her living room. You saw that Robin had all of your favorite snacks and candy on her coffee table, ready for when you two would watch the movie. She said, “(Y/N), are you ready to watch the movie?” and you nodded your head. The two of you cuddled up on the couch, watching the movie, well, kind of. Your eyes may have been watching the tv, but your mind was focused on other things and Robin soon noticed.

Robin started talking about the movie, but you were too zoned out and didn’t hear a word that was leaving her mouth. It wasn’t until she gently placed her hand on your thigh, that you realized she was trying to get your attention. She looked at you and said, “(Y/N), you okay?” You replied, “What? Oh- yeah! Sorry! I was just thinking about something and zoned out. Sorry, Robbie.” Robin’s eyes met yours and she said, “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. You wanna tell me what that amazing mind of yours was thinking about?” Your body got hot, your face especially, it must have been a bright red. You said, “I uh- I don’t- I don’t know” and Robin said, “(Y/N), it’s okay. You can tell me.” Your eyes looked down at the floor and you said, “I was uh- I was thinking about you.” Robin said, “Oh? What about me?” and you replied back, “Um- y- y- you uh- you on top of m- m- me.” She grinned and said, “Anything else, sweetheart?” You replied, “Mhmmm. You uh- You uh- You fucking me with your uh- with your strap-on.” Immediately, you hid your face in your hands, embarrassed by what you just admitted and said aloud. She said, “(Y/N), look at me, sweetheart. Please.” You hesitantly lifted your head and she said, “There’s my pretty girl”, then cupped your cheeks. She started rubbing your cheeks with her thumbs and said, “So beautiful, sweetheart. So beautiful for me. How about we go to my room, hmmm?” Eagerly, you nodded your head and sprung up to your feet. Robin giggled, then said, “Eager are we?” and you replied, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Robbie.” She looked at you and said, “I’ve been thinking about those pretty lips of yours all day, (Y/N).” Robin then cupped your face again and kissed you. She kissed you slow, but you kissed her back harder. When she released from the kiss, she said, “So needy, (Y/N)” and you let out a small whine. You nodded your head and started walking toward the stairs, then said, “I want you so bad, Rob. I need you.” She grinned and followed you up the stairs to her room. After the two of you walked in, Robin closed the door, then grabbed you and pinned you against it. You let out a small moan when you hit the door and Robin grinned again. She said, “Can’t wait to hear more of those pretty sounds, princess” and she kissed you, swallowing the small whine you let out. When she released from the kiss, you looked into her eyes and her normal, bright blue eyes were barely noticeable. Her pupils were blown wide and the blue was only a small ring around them. Robin grabbed your hand and guided you over to the foot of the bed. She said, “Can I take this off?” as she tugged on your shirt. You nodded and she said, “Use your words for me, princess.” Your cheeks turned a bright pink and you said, “Y- Yes, Rob.” Robin smiled and took of your shirt, then tossed it on her floor. As soon as her hands were free, she started playing with your bra straps. She said, “What about this, pretty girl?” and you responded, “Pl- Please, Rob.” Robin kissed you and unclasped your bra, then tossed it in the direction your shirt went. When you heard your bra hit the floor, Robin released from the kiss, but before her lips left your mouth, she bit your bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from you. She smiled as you looked at her with needy eyes and then looked down at your bare chest. Her bottom lip moved between her teeth as she gawked at you. When she grew tired of just staring, she lightly pushed you onto the bed.

Once you were flat on your back, she was on top of you and said, “Is this what you were thinking about, princess? You like when I’m on top of you?” You whined out, “Y- Yes”, which made Robin’s grin return. She leaned down and kissed you, which lead to her kissing down your neck, all the way to the middle of your chest. Robin took one of your nipples into her mouth and gently bit down, then she circled her tongue around it. You moaned and your hips bucked up into her. Then she started flicking your nipple rapidly, making you moan and squirm more. She moved to the other nipple to give it the same attention. You moaned out a breathy, “Fuck, Robin” as she continued to play with your nipples. When she was satisfied, Robin kissed down your body, making her way down to the waistband of your jeans. Before she could even ask, you said, “Rob, please take them off. I want you to, please.” Robin grinned and said, “So needy, princess.” You nodded and replied, “Need you, Rob. Need you, please.” She unbuttoned your jeans, then said, “Hips up, sweetheart” and you did what she said almost immediately. She left your underwear on while she removed your jeans. After your jeans were off and you heard them hit the floor, Robin said, “Mmmm I wonder how wet that pretty pussy of yours is, princess. Let me see.” Robin quickly shoved your legs open, causing you to moan. As you moaned, Robin saw the huge wet patch in your underwear. She looked up at you and said, “So wet for me, sweetheart. Soaking through your panties, all for me.” You whined out, “Robbie, please!” and she replied, “Please what, sweetheart? Use your words.” A loud whine left your lips and you said, “Robbie, please fuck me! Please! Need you to fuck me, please Rob!” Robin giggled and said, “So needy for me, aren’t ya sweetheart? I’ll be right back, don’t move and absolutely no touching yourself.” You nodded and said, “Mhmmm, promise I won’t, Rob. I promise.” She gave you a kiss before taking a bag from her closet and walking into her bathroom. Robin came back a few minutes later, wearing nothing but her strap-on and you felt yourself get even more wet than you were before. She walked over to the foot of the bed and said, “Princess, you probably ruined those pretty little panties with how soaked you are. Lets take them off, hmmm?” You loudly begged her and said, “Please take them off! Please! Please, Rob!” Robin slowly slipped them off and once they were on the floor, her fingers circled your clit for a couple seconds. Your hips bucked up and a loud moan escaped your mouth. Robin hummed and she started climbing on top of you. She started kissing you deeply and then she slowly pushed the dildo into your entrance. You loudly moaned, “Fuck, Robin!” as she continued to push it deeper and deeper inside you. She said, “Is this what you were picturing, sweetheart. You wanted me on top of you, with my strap-on deep inside you?” You moaned out a breathy, “Y- Yes” and then went to touch her breasts. She moved to slightly sit up and she grabbed your wrist, then pinned them down beside your head. Robin said, “No touching” in a stern tone, causing a whine to escape from your mouth. As soon as she heard you whine, Robin started moving her hips, moving the strap-on in and out of you. Your whine turned into a loud moan and you practically screamed out, “Fuck, Robin! So good! So good! Oh my god, Robin!” She leaned her head down and started kissing your neck.

Those kisses soon turned to bites and then to her sucking dark bruises on the tender spots she found. Robin started thrusting her hips faster and moving the strap-on deeper into you. Your moaning was loud and Robin loved it, she loved it when you were loud like this. Her mouth on your neck and the strap-on hitting that special spot, over and over again, caused your orgasm to hit you quicker than usual. You said, “Rob! Rob! Cl- Cl- Close! I- I- I’m Cl- Close! Please can I- Fuck- Please can I c- c- cum? Pl- Please!” Robin moved her mouth up to your ear and whispered, “You can cum princess, but just know I’m not done with your pussy yet.” You came as soon as Robin gave you permission, screaming her name as she continued fucking you. She slowed her pace, but didn’t stop thrusting. Robin removed the grip she had around your wrists and said, “Arms above your head, sweetheart.” By instinct, you did what she said, your brain already slowly becoming cloudy. She took one of her hands and pinned both of your hands above your head. Now that she had a free hand, Robin reached down and started rubbing your clit. Her hips continued thrusting into you, this time slower, but harder. She was pounding the strap-on into you, while rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your moaning was now high pitched and broken, the only thing you were able to say, was Robin’s name. Her lips returned to sucking dark bruises on your neck, which led to your second orgasm coming fast from all the stimulation. Your mouth hung open and a broken, “Ro- bin” left your lips, as you came again. Robin let you ride your orgasm and afterwards, slowly, removed the dildo from inside of you. You whimpered at the emptiness and Robin said, “Stay still for me princess, don’t move. Okay?” You nodded your head and she said, “You’re so cute when you’re blissed out like this, sweetheart.” She kissed the top of your head, then climbed off of you and removed her strap-on. She grinned and said, “Still not done with that pretty pussy of yours, (Y/N).” Then you watched as her head moved in between your legs and seconds later you felt her tongue on your clit. You sharply inhaled and screamed out, “Oh, fuck Robin!”, with a loud moan following it. Soon, two fingers replaced her tongue and her tongue moved inside your entrance. The tight circles she was rubbing on your clit, quickly sped up. Her tongue and fingers were soon in rhythm, causing your legs to spasm out of your control. Your eyes rolled back to your head and your mouth hung open, but Robin only elicited high pitched noises from you. When she felt your walls clench around her tongue, her fingers started moving rapidly and you came almost instantly on her tongue. She hummed at the taste and then popped her head up from between your thighs. Her chin and lips were covered in your cum and wetness.

Robin climbed up your body and kissed you, slowly and intimately. You hummed as you tasted yourself on her lips and when she slipped her tongue into your mouth, you hummed again at the taste of yourself on her tongue. When she released from the kiss and plopped down next to you on the bed, you could barely think, your brain was too cloudy. Robin said, “You alright, sweetheart?” and all you could do was hum. She smiled and said, “God, you’re so beautiful when you’re all fucked out, princess. So fucking beautiful.” Robin then moved to lay flat on her back and when you noticed, you moved to cuddle with her. She saw you moving towards her and said, “Aw, come here, princess. My beautiful girl, come here.” Once you were in her arms, you hummed and nuzzled your head into her chest. She said, “(Y/N), is that what you were imagining all day? Is that what you wanted princess?” and you nodded your head, then kissed her cheek. Robin smiled and kissed the top of your head, then said, “I’m glad I could make you feel good, (Y/N). You want to take a quick nap, then afterwards we can shower?” You hummed and nodded your head, shutting your eyes. She said, “Okay, sweetheart. I love you” and you mumbled, “I love you too.” You fell asleep in less than five minutes and Robin played on her phone with one hand, while combing her fingers through your hair with the other. She woke you up a little over 30 minutes later and took such good care of you. Robin drew you a bath, then washed your hair while you sat there, so tired and sleepy. After you were all clean, she helped you dry yourself off and brushed your hair for you. She picked you out some comfy clothes of hers, that she knows you like, and helped you get dressed. Then she changed into some comfy pajamas and got into bed with you. You cuddled up into her and sleepily mumbled, “Thank you, Robbie. I love you so much, goodnight.” Robin smiled and said, “No need to thank me, princess. I want to take care of you forever, (Y/N). I love you, goodnight.” She turned off the light and you were sleeping within a couple minutes. You fell asleep happy and with a smile on your face, embraced in your girlfriend’s arms. Robin also fell asleep happy, thinking about how much she loves and cares about you.

Hope you liked it!!😊💖

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wandasfifthwife · 23 days

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so soaked

korra x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, top!korra, bottom!reader, fingering (r receiving), water strap (r receiving), strap described to be her “dick” once, pure filth (im so sorry), established relationship, not proofread

a/n: this is for all of the korra fans who still love her even after like 11 years lmao :)

Korra’s most likely to come up with a stupid idea and be completely serious about putting it into action. Most times she’ll pull it off too. You know this about her, but seeing it come to life in a romantic lighting was new, different.

She had no shame showing her affection for you in public. She fully enjoyed your reactions, pulling more out of you any chance she could. Her friends could be surrounding you and she’d cheekily make comments about her attraction towards you, or about how you looked, or better yet she’d act on impulse.

That’s how she was now, in her mood to boost herself in front of others and to get a rise out of you. She came up with another one of her stupid claims, blurting every impulsive thought.

“I can do more than just fight with the elements.”

Her claim brought on one question, how. Mako and Bolin made claims, most of them were either about mundane tasks or criminal acts.

You sat near them, watching the interaction with a smile. You made eye contact with Korra when the light bulb went off in her mind. You brushed it off, moving on and taking it as a joke. That’s when it started.

A few days have passed since then and you found yourself between her body and a wall. She snuck you back to her room, shutting the door and wasting no time to pull you into a kiss. Her room was dark save for the small window in the corner allowing the moonlight, the room’s only source of light.

You struggled to see her but Korra on the other hand had no issue finding you. Her hands pulling you closer into her, a sound escaping you when she started trailing kisses down your neck.

“Feeling good already?”

You shut her up by pulling her close again, lips falling onto hers messily; Her smug grin apparent through the ones you shared. She moved back, bringing your body into hers as she falls onto the bed.

“Strip,” she leans back, eyeing your body. The hesitation written in your body language has her sitting up, cupping your face.

“You’re beautiful. I promise you,” she leans back again, “now strip.”

You make quick work of it, pulling at your clothes until nothing remained. A laugh sounded from you when she flipped you down on the bed, under her.

“Can I try something,” she asks, distracting you by pressing a kiss to your chest and spreading your legs further apart. You nodded, pressing your face into the sheets.

“Could I practice my bending on you?”

You took it as a joke, laughing softly until you met her gaze. Her pupils were blown, hair framing her face. She was serious.

“Korra, what?”

“Well I’m quite literally the avatar, it’s important—“

“What,” you push her hair back, running your fingers through it, “what were you thinking?”

Her grin grows, “I’ll make it worth your time.”

She fails to answer your question. Her body moves off the bed, grabbing you to drag you down the bed until your bottom half hung off. Her lips found yours, kissing you into the bed while her nails trailed up your thighs, drawing goosebumps.

“I mean it, you’re really pretty.”

She pushes her finger, eyes staying on your face to watch for any indication of pain. All she finds is your body curling into hers, soft sounds filling the space between you.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me.”

You try but it grows futile when you feel a second finger pressing beside her first.

“Korra—“

She pushes her fingers in further, the tip pressing against the spot that has your hips jerking in her hold. You reach a hand down to hold her fingers there, enjoying the way your mind begins to grow fuzzy.

“Fuck—more, please!”

She pushes a third finger by her two, stretching you out further. Her fingers avoid touching your clit, rubbing under and beside but denying you the touch that would send you over the top.

It was sudden the way she pulls her fingers out, leaving you spacey and dissatisfied. You lay panting on the bed, facing the ceiling. Though you’re not watching her, you can hear her movements.

“Spread your legs wider,” she emphasizes her words with a light tap to your left leg. Certainly you don’t look now, feeling embarrassed about being so exposed as if her fingers weren’t inside you a second ago.

What was pressing into you was a bit cold, causing you to shiver. The next thing you notice was how it filled you completely, stretching you out.

“Oh shit—you feel so good wrapped around me.”

You whine into her neck, using your legs to push her further into you. The way she snapped her hips into you made you feel euphoric. You were too blissed out to notice the way water spilt into the ground, or how it mixed with your slick and covered the inside of your thighs.

“You like it that much, huh?”

You moan your response, wrapping your arms tighter around her neck. Korra had a hand wrapped around your waist; another hand sat by your head, laid upright to bend the water around her waist.

She splits you open, putting pressure against every inch of your walls. The way it angled to hit every sensitive corner. She was just as affected as you were, whines of her own turning you on even more. She curses under her breath, angling her wrist so she can adjust the way it’s moving inside you.

“Like how good I’m fucking you? My dick better than any one you’ve had before?”

“Yes, yes—ah!”

It doesn’t have a set form, changing with however and whatever your cunt demands. The second she motions for another string of water, bringing it to almost suck at your clit, you’re overwhelmed.

“Korra—Korra, ah!”

“Shh breathe,” she brushes your cheek with a shaky hand, “don’t hold back. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Everything was too much. Her low voice, the fluid stretch of your cunt, and how she was stimulating it all. The way she pressed into you, pushing against that muscle as the other pulls against your clit was too good.

You cry out her name, back arching as you come. She follows behind, whispering your name almost incoherently into your ear.

“You okay,” she asks, laying her panting self on yours. You giggle breathlessly, pushing at her until she’s forced to stand. The bed felt more comfortable the further you crawled back towards the center of the bed. It was then you realized what was just inside you as it returns to a fluid liquid state, being directed back into a nearby jar.

“Water?”

“What about it.”

“Korra, you fucked me with water?”

“Judging by your reaction I’d say I did well.”

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 3 months

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A night full of surprises

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 7.5k

Summary: This is a request I got and started to write on the 6th of June 2023 (yes, I know, this took me a while). I can't even find it in my asks anymore, but I have the author's decription copied, and it should be enough, so here it is:

"I'm thinking manipulative wanda being overly obsessed with reader to the point where she always calls you earlier than she has to leave for work so she can spend more time with you. She'll run her hands on your arms and sometimes rest her palm on your thigh while asking you difficult questions just to see you squirm beneath her presence. R on the other hand will feel very shy and intimidated by her. But there's also this attraction she kept pushing down because she has to be professional and is extremely scared that wanda will know about it and stop letting R babysit anymore, which also leads to her not seeing the middle aged woman again. But of course, being wanda, she knows exactly what R was feeling. By the way R squeezes her thighs, blush, and stutter, it doesn't have to take a mind reader to know. But one thing R didn't know about wanda is she can be impatient. She's wanted you for a long time, watched the way you'd wet yourself in front of her. Time will come where she would want a taste, where she'd take whatever is hers. After all, she's earned it for making R feel that way, right? So take she does and claim she will. And what a sweet, sweet R as reward could be..."

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, fingering, finger sucking, strap-on sex, R has a bit of an oral fixation, tribbing, overstimulation, Wanda being pervy, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

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Wanda loved watching you through your windows. She did it more often than she should, more often than it was appropriate for a woman like her, but she didn’t care. She hardly cared if neighbours saw her sneaking glances, or peaked through the windows whenever you were visible. As long as you didn’t know of her secret activities, everything else was inconsequential.

She adored to see you read your books, looking effortlessly beautiful on your recliner, waves of your hair falling around your face. She loved to see you retrieving your mail, or do some small things around the yard, dressed casually. She never missed the days when you went out, loving to see you all dolled up. On those occasions she liked to watch you and imagine that you did it all for her. That you’d put on your outfit to impress her, the make-up flawless, because you wanted to look nice for her. Not that she ever thought you needed all that. You were already perfect. But it made pride bloom in her chest to imagine, even for a bit, that you made the effort just for her.

Those were, of course, perfectly normal occasions, when she could see you. Then again, Wanda could never be satisfied with just that. She needed all of you, she craved you, she fantasized about you… She was obsessed. She felt a hunger so profound that she had to resort to more devious ways of seeing you.

Of course, inserting herself into your life wasn’t hard. She found a casual moment to meet you, introducing herself with a charming smile, then she invited you over to her house, just for coffee, finding ways to bond through mutual interests, she made sure to introduce you to her kids, her eyes sparkling at how quickly they grew to like you… It was easy, honestly. Before you knew it, she’d asked you for a favour, watching the boys for a couple of hours. A favour that grew into more of a non-committed babysitting arrangement.

That’s how Wanda learned about your schedule, about your job, how she soon got invited to your house. The two of you acted more like friends, than anything else and Wanda couldn’t be happier about it. Especially because, now that you had your guard down, she could easily get access to more personal information.

She’d ask you to join her at her house earlier than your scheduled babysitting appointment and she’d sit across from you, listening to you talk about your day. It almost became the norm. She’d sometimes ask you personal questions, but friends did that. So you had no problem to share that you’re single, that you liked women, a confession that brought a blush to your cheeks, feeling uncertain to mention something like that to the older woman, but she took it with a smile, which calmed your nerves.

In truth, Wanda almost jumped out of her skin with joy, knowing that little piece of information. That night, when she settled next to her window, eyes fixated on your bedroom, she watched with even more interest than before, since now she could picture what you fantasized about, while you lay in bed, touching yourself.

Yes, this was, perhaps, Wanda’s favorite part of her daily routine. She’d watch you from the shadows as you undressed, your curtains naively left open. Wanda couldn’t fathom, at first, why you left them so, considering anyone could spy on you, but she wasn’t going to complain, when she was the one hungrily watching.

You had such a beautiful body. She had admired that from day one. And when she found out how you liked to take care of yourself, she was hooked. She saw you splayed out on your bed, legs spread open, while your fingers moved inside you. You were such a pretty sight. Your back arched, your hair scattered across the pillow, your free hand teasing your nipples… How was she supposed to resist all that?

No, there was no way she could resist you, so she did what she had to, to make sure she could keep you close. And she quickly moved on from casual meetings and friendly outings to inviting you over for a day around the pool, sneaking countless pictures of you, while you were sunbathing, her fingers twitching every time she lathered sunscreen on you. She invited you for dinners, she left little treats for you, whenever you babysat for her, just so she could show you she cared. She gave you little back massages on the days you felt exhausted, she checked in on you, to make sure you’re ok. All that, and you still had no clue she wanted you!

Not to mention how often she tried to flirt, sitting next to you while you had coffee together, her thigh touching yours, while she talked, or her hands running over your arms, while she complimented you, her soft words of praise… God, she tried so hard, but you were so shy! She could see the blush on your cheeks, when she was close, she could tell she affected you, but not once did you respond. A fact, she found extremely frustrating. It made her resort to not only having to watch you through your windows, but also taking care of the burning need between her legs all by herself.

Now that just wouldn’t do. It was clear to Wanda that you were meant to be hers and after another night of hiding while she watched you touch yourself, her own hand mirroring your movements, she’d had enough. She wanted to know what you felt like, wanted to taste your lips, your skin, she wanted to breathe you in, wanted to have you under her fingertips, writhing. She wanted everything. And perhaps through some kind of miracle, fate seemed to smile upon her just a few days later.

She was asked to attend a conference out of town, and of course, she couldn’t think of a better person to entrust her children to, but you. She made sure that you’ll have everything you need, inviting you into her home with a wide smile and she gave you a copy of her schedule in case you needed anything, before she left, climbing into her car and waving at the three of you as she drove away.

She couldn’t help but smile at the notion, of all three of you, huddled together to see her off. It was the perfect picture of the family she hoped to one day have and she knew that she wouldn’t have it with anyone but you. You were perfect, smiling softly, as your eyes followed her movements, your arms wrapped around her boys. You looked so pretty and domestic, so delicate… God, how she longed this would be her reality.

Wanda couldn’t stop thinking of it all the way to her conference, the long hours of driving passing with her mind picturing countless scenarios, countless precious moments that you could share. It was so hard to shake off the thought that this wasn’t in fact real and that, despite her longing, you weren’t actually hers, that she had to sit in her car for a few minutes, grounding herself in the present, before she could join her colleagues.

The hours moved slowly, fraying her nerves, making her check her watch desperately the later it got. She could see the light of the day fading, fluorescent lights flickering to life in the building, as her colleagues droned on and on. It was getting clear that she wouldn’t be home on time and she used a quick break to give you a call.

“Hi, Wanda.” You greeted with a smile. “How’s the conference going?” You asked.

“Hi, darling.” She replied on instinct, the sound of your voice bringing a smile to her lips, despite her exhaustion, before she paused, having to remind herself that you’re not hers. “The conference is taking a little longer.” Wanda cleared her throat. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be.” She confessed. “Would you mind staying a bit longer?” She asked, her voice apologetic.

“Of course, I’ll stay.” You replied with a smile. “We’ll order pizza for dinner, we’ll play some games, maybe watch a movie. You don’t have to worry about us.” You said in a calming tone, bringing instant relief to Wanda’s overworked mind.

“Thank you, Y/N! You’re a life-saver.” Wanda said with a sigh. “If it gets too late, just settle in my bedroom.” She continued. “Just make yourself at home. I’ll do my best to be back as soon as I can.” She assured you, fingers picking at her phone’s case nervously.

“Don’t worry about us, Wanda.” She heard you say on the other end, calming, soft, almost making Wanda forget her reality again. “And drive safely. We’ll be just fine here.” You reassured her again, making the older woman sigh, as if a weight was just lifted.

Despite the shortness of the conversation, it was enough for her to feel more at ease. Enough to get her through the conference and as soon as she was able, she was back in her car and on her way to the three of you.

It was late, the roads dark and abandoned. She had to stop at a gas station to buy herself a cup of coffee, just so she could keep herself alert, her hope of making it home on time completely forgotten. She knew it would be way past the boys’ bedtime, but she hoped to at least see you.

When she reached her house, it was a little after midnight and the darkened rooms told her that all three of you were asleep, making her walk silently through the rooms, to make sure she wouldn’t wake you.

She checked on the boys first, cracking open their door, to see their sweet faces buried in their pillows, blissfully sleeping in their beds, each one tucked in with his favorite toy, making her heart swell with love. She was tempted to go in and kiss their little foreheads, but she didn’t want to disturb them, so she closed the door instead, walking further down the hall to her own bedroom.

She opened the door softly, peering in to find you tucked in. You had pulled down one of her pillows, cuddling it close to your chest, a leg swung over it. She knew it’s how you usually slept, she’d seen it enough times through her windows, yet emotions started to swirl within her at the sight. She wanted to replace the damned thing with her own body, to feel you against her, to be surrounded by your warmth, she wanted to feel your soft breaths as you slept, wanted to run her hands over your body. She thought of how much of your scent will be on her pillow tomorrow, thought about burying her face in it, while she touched herself, so she could imagine that she’s with you. Just the thought had her hands twitching.

Wanda hadn’t realized how dangerous it was, having you here, in her house, in her bed, vulnerable and asleep. Not really. Not until you were here and her imagination had started to run wild. Would you feel her if she climbed in with you? Would she be able to stop herself, if she allows herself this one small indulgence? Would you stir, if she wrapped her arms around you? Would you know, if she buried her face in your neck, while she ground herself against the swell of your ass?

Before she could take her fantasies any further, she saw you stir, her eyes widening in shock, as if caught doing something wrong, before she reminded herself that you couldn’t possibly know what she had just fantasized about.

“Go back to sleep, sweet girl.” Wanda whispered softly, clearing her throat when her voice came out raspy. “I’ll just grab some sheets for the couch.” She explained, as if she needed to give you a reason for being so close to your sleeping form. As if she got caught doing something terribly inappropriate.

It took you a moment to process her words, your mind hazy and tired, your voice rough, when you finally spoke.

“You can stay here.” You said, pulling away the covers. You wanted to say that she shouldn’t be forced to sleep on the couch, in her own house, but your mind couldn’t quite formulate the right words, so this sentence just had to do.

Wanda knew she shouldn’t. Knew it was a dangerous thing, letting someone like her be so close to you. She knew the temptation would be too great, that she wouldn’t be able to resist her urges, yet she couldn’t force herself to say no. She wanted this. No, she needed this. She wanted to spend tonight, pretending that you’re hers.

What Wanda didn’t know was that, despite your obliviousness to her secret activities, you were putting on your nightly shows just for her. Or, with her on your mind. Wanda was just so beautiful, so kind, so caring and sweet, that she had you from the very first day you met her. And the way she treated you certainly didn’t help. Her hands always found ways to touch you, compliments and praises spilling from her lips, as her eyes glided over your body. It was driving you crazy. She always left you little treats, wrote sweet notes for you to find, gave the best hugs. Not to mention you’d left her house with soaked panties so often, it was a miracle you hadn’t stained her couch yet. But you never dared tell her such a thing. You never wanted to fall from her good graces and lose her friendship, too scared that should you admit how desperately in love you’d fallen, you’d never see her, or the boys again. Yet tonight, fate her tested both of you and you were both too weak to resist.

Without much protest, Wanda pulled out a tank top and a fresh pair of panties from her drawers and she took the fastest shower of her life, before she changed quickly, so she could settle into bed next to you. You’d given up your cuddly pillow and it seemed you were once again sleeping peacefully and Wanda had to bite back a smirk, when you backed into her, your ass pressing into her.

It was almost too easy, Wanda thought to herself, as she put her arm around you. You were so warm, so soft, so exposed… She could feel that you had nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties on. This was the only barrier that stood between her and what she wanted. Some measly scraps of clothes. But Wanda took it slow, she nuzzled her face in your neck, breathing you in. She wasn’t sure if she was secretly taking her time, so you’d be properly asleep, so there’d be no witnesses to her depravity, so you’d never know how deep her perversions went, or how terribly she craved you. Another part of her wanted you wide awake, so tomorrow you wouldn’t be able to deny how good she made you feel. She wanted you to remember all the things she’d do to you.

In the end it was you, who made the first move. Your body betraying you, while you slept. Little moans and whimpers escaping your lips. At first she thought you might be having a bad dream, a nightmare, but soon she heard a word. Her ears strained to make it out, her arm tightening around you protectively, as if it would do any good, until she finally understood. It wasn’t a word. It was a name. Wanda. You were mewling her name like a little kitten, thighs squeezing together, trying to rut against nothing, seeking friction.

It was the last straw, really. The last bit of restraint she had, simply snapped like a twig and Wanda’s arm tightened even more, her hold so firm, you could hardly move, as she started to leave little kisses on your neck, whispering out your name, so she could bring you out of your dream and into reality.

She felt you wake up slowly, almost heard the gears in your head spin as you realized where you are and remembered Wanda coming home, remembered inviting her into your bed… Well… Her bed, really. Then you remembered what you’d just dreamt about, now more of an idea, an echo, of something distant, yet so powerful it made your cheeks heat up.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” You said, voice rough, body rigid, as if afraid that if you move, Wanda would be able to see every dirty fantasy that you’d just dreamt up.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Wanda said. Her voice was like liquid gold, smooth and seductive. “I can take care of you.” She continued, longing filling up her words. “Would you let me do that, sweet girl?” She asked, still holding you, still firmly pressed into you. “Would you let me help you feel good?”

“Wanda...” You gasped, utterly stunned. It was too much to process, and your mind was so hazy. Were you dreaming this up too? Would you wake up tomorrow, alone in Wanda’s bed and curse yourself for believing, or even hoping she would want you the same way you wanted her?

“Yes, sweetheart, it’s me.” The older woman reassured you. “You were dreaming.” She explains, patient. “You were having quite the dream about me.” She continues, speaking as if she’d seen right into your head and knew exactly what you’d dreamt about. “I must have been very good, if I made you chant my name.” She says bluntly, smirking at the way your heart quickened at her words. “Can I confess something, Y/N?” She suddenly ask, making you wait for her next words with bated breath. “Even though you were dreaming of me, even when you were saying my name, I still couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Some imaginary Wanda was having something I want all to myself.” She told you, words whispered into the night air like a secret. “I want you all to myself.”

For a second there, you thought your heart had stopped beating. You could hardly believe it. But Wanda’s grip loosened a bit, allowing you to turn on your back, your eyes meeting, and you knew that this wasn’t another one of your dreams. This was real.

“Would you let me help you feel good, darling?” Wanda asked again, hips straddling your waist. She looked so beautiful, her blonde hair falling around her face, her green eyes, now darkened pools that never looked away, her lips parted, as if waiting to devour you. “Would you let me make you mine?”

“Please.” You almost whined. You were desperate, hands reaching up, caressing her cheek for a moment, before you were pulling her down.

Wanda’s response was instantaneous. As soon as she had your consent, she leaned down, those same, soft, pink lips you had just stared at, now claiming yours in a kiss.

She kissed you over and over again, hungry, like a barely-contained animal that was fighting to break free. She had her hands all over your body, desperate to feel as much of you as she could, caressing and stroking, eager to feel your naked skin, instead of the t-shirt you were wearing.

She broke the kiss just long enough to take the offensive item off, discarding it on the floor, without paying it much thought, before she was kissing you again, tongue invading your mouth and exploring eagerly.

Wanda was practically salivating. It wasn’t just the fact that all her fantasies were coming true. It was also how adorably submissive you were being, how eager you were for everything she gave you… It was that spark in your eyes. You weren’t putting on a show for her. You genuinely wanted her. Craved her. You were just as in love with her as she was with you. She just knew it.

Not wanting to lose anymore time, she sneaked a hand between your bodies, fingers caressing your pussy over the damp material of your panties. She was instantly rewarded with a moan, your hips canting up to meet her, desperate to feel more of the pleasure she was promising.

“Be a good girl and stay still, darling.” Wanda whispered against your lips, voice starting to vibrate with all the emotions that swirled inside her. “Unless you want me to stop?” She suggested, raising a single eyebrow at you.

“No, please don’t stop.” You mewled, shaking your head, hands clinging to her shoulders.

“Legs open.” Wanda commanded, pulling your thighs apart. She didn’t want you squeezing your legs and getting any pleasure that didn’t come from her. She’d seen you do that enough times and now that she was finally taking you for herself, she never wanted to see it again.

She took her time kissing you, fingers drawing patterns against your things for a bit, testing your will to follow her instructions, and when she saw that you’d behaved yourself, she started again. Stroking your clit through your panties, drawing slow, teasing circles over it. It was driving you crazy and you needed so much more, so it wasn’t a surprise when you finally broke down and begged.

“Wanda, please. Please, touch me.” You asked, your big eyes looking up at her pleadingly, your legs spreading even wider in a silent invitation.

“That’s my good girl.” Wanda praised, kissing you deeply, while she pulled your panties to the side. “That’s what I want you to do from now. Every time you want to feel good, I want you to come to me. I’ll take such good care of you.” She promised, voice seductive and low.

You nodded, swallowing thickly at the intensity in her eyes. You could tell she meant every word. But you weren’t given much time to think of what that could mean, her fingers gliding over your entrance, gathering the wetness accumulated there and dragging it up to your clit. She circled it gently, careful not to overwhelm you, building you up steadily.

Unable to resist much longer, her head lowered, taking a nipple into her mouth and circling it with her tongue while she stimulated you, feeling you squirm under her, your back arching into her touch and demanding more. You were a greedy little thing. Wanda liked that.

Between the way she sucked on your nipples and rubbed your clit, it didn’t take you long, before you felt yourself reaching the edge. You’d dreamt of being with her for so long, you’d pictured what it would be like so many times, you’d touched yourself to such thoughts more than you’d like to admit and now that it was finally a reality, you could hardly contain yourself. You held on to Wanda’s shoulders and hair, pulling her closer and moaning out her name, just as you had in the dream, desperate for a release.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Wanda detached herself from your perfect breasts just long enough to ask.

“Yes, I’m so close!” You gasped, wishing she would move her fingers just a bit faster. “Please!” You murmured on an exhale.

Wanda smirked then, starting a quick descent down your body, her slick fingers pushing inside you and filling you up perfectly. God, she loved the feeling of your walls squeezing her, fluttering around her frantically, like the wings of a butterfly.

“You feel so good.” Wanda almost growled, her fingers moving in and out of you suddenly. She couldn’t contain her excitement and quite frankly, she didn’t want to, either. “This is my pussy now.” She said with determination, refusing to give up this feeling. “No one else is allowed to touch you, you hear me?” She demanded, fingers speeding up, becoming almost rough. “Say it, baby. Say you’re mine and I’ll make you come so hard.” Wanda coaxed, her smile growing wider the more you fisted at the sheets and moaned for her.

“I’m yours, Wanda! Please, please, make me come.” You pleaded softly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when she hit a particularly good spot.

Wanda’s body moved even lower, her head between your legs. She breathed in your scent shamelessly, making you try to hide your face from her in embracement, but she was intoxicated. You smelled so damn good. She could see her fingers disappear inside you, your wetness coating them, making her feel proud that she could turn you into such a mess.

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” She reprimanded, when she saw the way you covered your face. “Watch me.” She whispered, as if it was an invitation.

When you finally looked down, meeting her gaze, she lowered her head, tongue sticking out so she could taste you. Her lips wrapped around your clit, her soft, wet mouth enveloping you and making you almost scream at how good it felt. You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You were on the edge and with a few delicious strokes, Wanda pushed you over it.

A tidal wave of pleasure washed over you, and you bit your lip in an attempt not to scream. It felt so good being full of her, being stroked by her tongue. It was better than what your fingers could offer, better than any other lover you’d had. And she kept moving in that same rhythm, milking every last bit of pleasure you could offer, until you were spent.

Wanda could tell you were done, but she wasn’t even close to being done with you. She had barely gotten a taste of you and her tongue continued to lap at your clit in eager strokes.

“Shhh, it’s ok, sweetheart, you’re ok. Let me clean you up.” She spoke softly, soothing you and quieting down your whines of protest.

She removed her fingers, but soon enough her tongue replaced them at your opening. She lapped at you gently, doing everything in her power to contain her hunger for you, but her hands held you down firmly, ready to stop any attempt for you to get away. She would bruise you if she held on any harder than that, you both knew it, but neither of you cared. You would wear her marks proudly. Just as you would take the overstimulation, if it meant she would keep touching you.

“You taste so good.” Wanda groaned, detaching herself just long enough to speak the words, before returning with renewed hunger.

You moaned when her tongue returned back to your clit and you had to force yourself to stay still, to take everything she wanted to give you. That’s what good girls do. Good girls take what’s given to them. And it wasn’t hard. The craving within you returned, growing harder to ignore with each stroke of her tongue. God, she was so damn good with her mouth.

“So good.” You sighed, when she lapped over a particularly good spot.

You could feel her smile as she looked up at you, repeating the motion over and over again, feeling your body relax under her fingers, now eager for her ministrations.

“Such a good girl.” Wanda praised, instantly spotting the way the blood rose up to your cheeks. She had a feeling you’d like it.

Her mouth returned back to your clit, feeling it twitch under her tongue in desperation. She wondered if you were always like this. Always so wet and needy. If you had been this way while she flirted with you, while she talked to you and complimented you, when her hands lingered… She wondered how you held out so long, without begging her to fuck you. But it didn’t matter. She had you now. And she could tell you were getting close again, your fingers had found their way in her hair and you were greedily pulling her closer, back arching with pleasure, your moans growing louder.

“As much as I love to hear you, darling, you have to be quieter. We wouldn’t want you to wake the boys.” Wanda reminded.

Her words made you bite your lower lip, trying to stay quiet while the pressure inside you kept building. Her tongue made circles and figure-eight’s, swirling perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Every part of you she touched instantly responded, sending you in a spiral of neediness.

Your hands pulled her impossibly closer, feeling yourself reach the edge. Your back arched and a few strangled pleas’ fell from your lips, before you finally came, your mouth hanging open in a scream that never left your throat.

Wanda helped you ride it out, her tongue never stopping, until the hands that used to pull her closer, started to try and push her away. She did so with a smirk, crawling over your body so she could plant a few soft kisses on your face. She was tempted to keep going, just so she could show you that she decides when you’ve had enough, not you, but knowing what she had in mind for you next, she decided to take pity on you.

She moved off the bed after a minute, instantly seeing the concern in your eyes, when she left you and she smiled gently, before speaking.

“You just lie down and rest, dear. I’ll be right back.” She reassured you, discarding her top and panties and moving quickly and efficiently through the room, opening her special drawer with toys, so she could pull out a harness and her favorite dildo.

She made a show of putting it on in front of you, pulling out a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer and coating the toy with it. Not that you needed it, but she liked to be safe. When she was ready, she stood beside the bed, tall and proud and ready to pounce on you.

“Legs open, darling. Show me that pretty pussy.” Wanda demanded as she stroked her strap suggestively.

You did as you were told, spreading your legs wider than they already were, so you could give her a good view, but it didn’t seem to satisfy her.

“I said, show me your pussy.” She repeated, voice growing stern.

Timidly, a little unsure, you reached down, fingers parting your pussy lips, until you were all on display for her. It felt a little obscene, a little embarrassing too, showing yourself to Wanda in such an intimate way, but she seemed to like it, a pleased smile appearing on her face.

She crawled over the bed, her eyes following the length of your legs, then your thighs, zeroing in on your pussy in a manner that could only be described as predatory. But instead of tearing you apart, she was going to fuck you, until you couldn’t cum anymore.

“Such a pretty thing.” Wanda admired you, her hand reaching out. She dragged a single finger through your wetness, her eyes fixated on yours. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” She suddenly asked. “How many nights I watched you touch yourself and dreamt it could be me. How hard I made myself cum, while you had your legs spread wide, just like this.” She emphasized, by spreading your legs even wider, watching the muscles strain. “But you’re not going to do such things anymore, are you?” She asked, as she started to drag the tip of her fake cock over your slick folds, getting it wet with your juices. ”Once I’m done with you…” She started off, leaning over you, so she could whisper the last of her words directly in your ear. “Nothing will ever be as good.” She promised, guiding the tip of her cock to your opening and pushing inside.

Your hands flew to her back instantly, your big, doe eyes looking up at her, while you nodded your agreement. You could hardly speak, the feeling of your walls parting for her, accepting her eagerly and squeezing around her was so overwhelmingly good, you could hardly even think, let alone process the fact that apparently, she’s been watching your nightly activities. All you wanted was this. For her steady thrusts to never stop, for her lips to keep exploring up and down your neck, planting kisses on every spot they could reach. You could tell she was leaving marks too, hickeys that marked you as hers. It was heavenly. And as her thrusts grew harder, your moans grew louder, your restraint entirely forgotten as you gave yourself completely to the moment.

“You need to be quiet, honey.” Wanda reminded again. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll have to gag you.” She warned. It sounded like a threat, but her eyes sparkling with excitement told you otherwise. You could tell she would love to do that and a part of you wanted to know what that would feel like. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you.” She noticed right away, an eyebrow arching up at the idea. “Stick your tongue out.” She demanded, one of her palms reaching up to hold your jaw, while you complied. “That’s right.” She nodded, her thumb running across your lower lip before it disappeared in your mouth. “Suck, baby.” She gasped, already feeling your eager tongue swirl over her digit, your lips closing around it hungrily.

You looked so beautiful like that, so content, so blissfully lost in pleasure. You were sucking on her thumb happily, your hands starting to claw at her back as she kept on thrusting inside you. Your legs had found their way around her too, your whole body pulling her in.

“Such a talented little mouth.” She mused, not missing the small blush that started to form on your cheeks. “I wonder what else you would like to have in there.” She pretended to think. “My nipples, maybe? They’re so sensitive, you know? I bet they’d feel amazing with your lips around them. Or maybe my pussy?” She suggested, feeling you hum happily in agreement. “I bet you love eating pussy.” She said with a smirk. “Maybe I’ll even get you to clean off my strap, when I’m done with you.” Wanda said with a spark in her eye. “Wouldn’t you like that? To suck me off. I’ll even get one of those squirting straps for you next time, so I can give you a treat after.” She thought out loud. “I bet you’d like that very much.”

All you could do was nod, eager to agree. You would love to get to taste her pussy, you would happily suck her off too. Not to mention sucking on her gorgeous nipples… The thought had you reeling. You wondered if perhaps she’d ever let you fall asleep while you sucked on them, all tucked in, with her warm blankets around you and her hot body pressed against you. That would be simply heavenly. But you didn’t dare say a word, too scared that she’ll take her thumb from your mouth and leave it empty, something you didn’t want happening at all. Especially when you felt so full right now. Both your mouth and your pussy were getting filled up by Wanda and each second was getting you closer to yet another climax.

Wanda could feel you get close and the pressure of the harness against her clit was driving her wild with desire, her pussy dripping with arousal. She wanted to come while she fucked you, picturing that she could cum inside you and fill you up. She pictured her fingers playing with the mess she left behind, pushing it all back inside, when it eventually leaks out, overstimulating your pussy. But that didn’t matter. She would make it all better… She just really wanted to be able to get off, while she fucked you, but the pressure of the base of the dildo against clit just wasn’t enough.

As another orgasm crashed through you, you were thankful for the fingers still in your mouth, otherwise you would have screamed, wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming your senses. Nothing had ever felt as good as Wanda’s touch and you were quickly getting addicted to the way she so easily managed to coax you into cumming, no matter how much you had already taken for her.

When you were done, she pulled out, carefully detaching herself from you and tossing the harness on the floor. When she climbed back over you, you thought she’d like to cuddle, or that perhaps she’ll straddle your face, a prospect that had you licking your lips in anticipation, but she straddled you instead, manoeuvring your body until, she could position her pussy on yours.

When her wet pussy first made contact with yours, you squirmed, feeling overstimulated, but Wanda only straddled you more securely, pinning you under her and using her hands to restrain you.

“Oh, don’t try to run from me now…” She said with a smirk, her pussy making contact with yours again. “I made you cum so many times tonight. Are you going to deny me, hm? Are you going to be ungrateful, sweetheart?” She asked, her words condescending and sweet.

You only shook your head, your fingers intertwining with hers in a silent agreement.

“Wouldn’t you like me to eat you instead?” You offered weakly, still hoping to spare yourself.

“No, darling, I want to feel you. I want to come just like this. I’m already close, baby.” She reassured you, even though she didn’t much care if that brought you any solace. “You can take it for me.”

“I can take it.” You nodded, voice strained and so small. She loved it. Loved the prospect of having you utterly spent and exhausted, so she could take care of you.

“That’s right. You just lay there and let me use you. I know you can take it for me.” Wanda confirmed proudly. “You’re such a good girl.” She praised, one of her hands stroking your hair lovingly. “Such a good, sweet girl, taking everything I give you. I’m so proud of you honey.” She murmured sweetly, lulling your brain into a submissive haze.

You hung on to every word she uttered, getting off on the praise and the warmth of her approval, your clit responding with a throb, when she started to rub hers over it. You loved it. The way she looked at you, the way she held you, the way she caressed you, her ministrations purposefully gentle and slow.

You could do nothing but surrender, happy to be used in this way, to see her close her eyes in pleasure as she continued to grind against you. Her breasts hung above you, full and gorgeous and begging for your attention and you lifted your head up, capturing a nipple between your lips and letting your tongue swirl over it.

Wanda’s response was a surprised gasp that quickly turned into a moan, one of her hands cradling your head as she continued to grind her pussy on yours.

“There you go.” She sighed happily. “Keep sucking, baby. You make me feel so good.”

She let you suck and lick over her nipples, loving the content expression she could see on your face as you did it. You looked so blissed out and she knew she could finally focus on getting an orgasm for herself, her hips picking up speed and grinding more firmly against you.

“You feel divine, darling.” She said, as she held you. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” She announced. “Don’t stop sucking.” She encouraged, pulling you even closer to herself, her fingers in your hair.

She moaned softly, excitement shooting through her at the thought of just how dirty this was. She had you all pinned underneath her, using your pussy to get off, her juices mixing with your own, while she had you sucking on her nipples.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Wanda gasped, her movements getting more frantic as she chased her high. “Are you going to come with me, baby? I want you to come with me.” She said with a note of urgency.

You tried to say something, your words muffled, as your face was being shoved into Wanda’s perfect tits. A part of you really wanted to come with her, feeling safe and protected in your current position. You felt enveloped by Wanda, by her taste, her scent, her voice, the heat of her body on top of yours. It was perfect really. Then there was the other part of you, that felt utterly fucked out already and entirely unable to take another orgasm. But as soon as you felt her body go rigid, her stuttering thrusts getting erratic and then almost stopping as she came, your body decided for you. You let go, your orgasm crashing over you and making you moan.

Wanda had to fight back a scream as she finally came, her clit twitching and throbbing as it was being rubbed over your own. She couldn’t picture a better way for herself, loving how close you were, how intimate it felt to get off like this. She loved it even more that you came with her.

Your orgasm was much shorter than hers, your whole body utterly spent already, but you held on, taking the overstimulation that sent almost painful jolts through you, and waiting for her to finish, wanting her to enjoy herself as much as she liked.

When she was done, Wanda was kind enough to pull away from your pussy, finally having mercy on you, after she saw the exhausted look on your face.

She stood up briefly, getting you a glass of water and she watched you drink it, before she returned to bed, trying to snuggle you and finally let you rest, but feeling you resist her.

“I didn’t even get to taste you.” You murmured gently, the cutest pout she’d ever seen appearing on your face and making her let out a laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get to taste my pussy too, baby.” Wanda reassured you. “You’ll get a chance to show me how good you are with your tongue. Now, rest. You’ll need your strength tomorrow.” She whispered in your ear, the arm around you pulling you closer to her.

She watched you fall asleep, eyes sparkling and full of adoration, fingers playing with your hair calmingly, until you fully relaxed in her hold, breathing evening out.

“You’re just perfect, aren’t you.” She spoke softly, memorizing each detail of your face. “All mine now.”

#writing #lesbian #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff smut #bottom!reader #top!wanda #scarlet witch

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caffienemocha · 11 months

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Upcoming story: A King's Enchanter.

(ps: hi guys! been a while *well more like a year ahem ahem* i took a break because i was bummed out and lacked the motivation to write a story but i've been feeling a bit motivated and energized to write a story!)

This story is a Sukuna x Male Reader. The story has a lot of headcanons and parts in the story that don't exist in the anime. To clarify the story and avoid confusion and questions, the reader is an ENCHANTER.

Now, you might be asking, what's an Enchanter? Enchanters are different from sorcerers, way different. Enchanters DO NOT USE cursed energy, but instead use magic knowledge and years of practice for their magic. Enchanters are usually wandering renegade mages who practiced magic for self-defense or they are too scared to know the consequence of using cursed energy.

Enchanters have the potential to become stronger than sorcerers and even have the potential to become stronger than our dear GOJO SATOROU himself, but tomes are needed and practice. The tomes are hidden and have been confiscated by the sorcerers because it will cause imbalance in the world. Enchanters also need a staff to enhance their power, or else their powers become weaker.

That's all, hope this can clear the confusion in my upcoming story!

#sukuna x male reader #gay #bottom!reader #sub!reader #jujutsu kaisen

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occamcave · 8 months

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Dom!Miguel Ohara (drabble)

in which Miguel fulfills your request for him to fuck you

- Paring: Top! Miguel Ohara x Bottom! GN reader

-Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI!!, porn w/o plot

- A/N: Excuse any mistakes i made, this is my first time writing

With a primal growl, Miguel stepped forward. His fingers eagerly found their way to your exposed hole, his touch teasing and exploratory. The sight before him was intoxicating—your spread cheeks, their invitation beckoning him to the edge of pleasure.

Unable to resist any longer, Miguel positioned himself behind you, your bodies aligning perfectly. His voice dripped with a mix of dominance and desire as he answered your request. "Oh, you want me to fuck you, mi amor? You're playing a dangerous game, y/n. But I'll gladly oblige."

With a swift motion, Miguel thrust into you, your bodies becoming one in a powerful union. His movements were filled with a mix of urgency and control, your desires intertwining in a dance of pleasure. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through both of you, your combined moans filling the room.

As the pace quickened, Miguel could feel his own release building, the intoxicating tightness of your body driving him closer to the edge. His grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, marking you as his own.

Miguel's voice growled with a mix of dominance and need. "You want my cum? You want to feel me inside you?" His words were punctuated by each forceful thrust, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization. "You're going to take every drop, every inch of me... just as you asked."

The room became a symphony of passionate moans and skin against skin as your bodies moved together, lost in the throes of desire. Miguel's control wavered as the pleasure intensified, his grip on you tightening, his rhythm becoming more frantic. Miguel's primal instincts took over, pushing him closer to the edge. With a final surge of desire, he released himself, filling you with his essence, marking you as his own in the only way imaginable.

A/N: Aaaaa i apologize for this being so short!! Again this is my first time writing so i didn’t wanna do anything too crazy! Please give me suggestions and tips!!!

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x gender neutral reader #top!miguel ohara #dom!miguel o'hara #bottom!reader #bottom reader #top miguel ohara #smut #gn reader #miguel smut #miguel ohara smut

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 1 year

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Caught Naked|| top!Catra x sub!reader||

Edit: Shit I forgot the tw up here! Okay so, obviously smut, degradation from Catra, rough, tribbing, getting caught, rip to my people with high empathy enjoy your second hand embarrassment for the first part. Lol this is no plot this is just pure smut.

"O-oh, oh fuck Catra~" you moaned as you danced your fingers around your clit, your eyes shut as you fantasize about your close friend, your crush, your force captain; "Oh f-fuck, don't stop~!"

You whimpered and groaned, your legs spread out wide, your pussy completely exposed as you played with yourself. You even began groping your breasts, purposefully dragging your nails across your skin, imagining it was her claws instead.

"Oh fuck yes~! I want to be yours~! I want to be yours so bad, Catra~!"

"Oh, is that right, princess~?"

You whimpered as you nodded, for a moment not realizing, but when you did you shot up so fast it nearly gave you a whiplash and covered your naked body with your throw blanket.

"C-catra-!" You squeaked, your face instantly turning dark with a deep red blush.

She leaned against the door frame coly with her arms crossed, a mischievous smirk spread across her lips, "Oh don't let me stop you, I was just enjoying the show~"

"H-how..." You shrunk into yourself, "how much did you...hear?"

Her eyebrow raised as a smug smile crossed her face and she mocked you dramatically, "Oh Catra, dont stop~! Oh it feels so good, Catra~! Make me yours, please I want to be yours~!" and let out a sinister cackle.

You held yourself closer, your face burning from embarrassment as your pussy continued throbbing between your thighs, "I...I'm sorry, F-force Captain Catra, y-you werent supposed to..." You bit your bottom lip, sheepishly looking up at her through guilty, sad, and scared eyes. "A-are you m-mad?"

Her smirk softened as she pushed herself off the door frame with her foot and made her way closer to you.

"No princess, I'm not mad-" you inhale sharply as she caresses your cheek, "infact...I thought you looked so fucking cute touching yourself to the thought of me... pathetic...but so fucking cute~"

Your eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Which of course she noticed and smirked, "Tell me princess, how long have you been fucking yourself and wishing it was me~?"

You avoided her eyes, squirming in your spot under her intense, seductive gaze, "S-since...since I-I...joined your u-unit, Force Captain Catra..."

She chuckled darkly, "That long, huh? And...why didn't you ever tell me, princess?"

You sniffled, hugging yourself closer, "I...I didn't want to scare you away..."

She laughed, "Ha! You? Scare me? You really are cute, princess~"

You smiled softly, of course Catra wouldn't actually be scared of you, but you were afraid if she knew how you felt she wouldn't want to be friends anymore.

"And..." She leaned down to whisper seductively in your ear, "you do have a cute little pussy~"

"Y-you-?"

"Saw? Oh yes, I saw all those precious little princess parts~"

You whimpered again, you should've been embarrassed, and you were for sure, but there was a bad side of you that was greatly enjoying this.

"I was ready to back out and never mention the image of you spread out in front of me, pussy glistening wet, and panting you've engraved into my mind but then...I heard my name?" Her grin was mischievous and slightly sinister as she trailed her clawed hand down from your face to the front of your blanket, "And why would you call my name if this wasn't all for me~!?"

With a quick and rough tug she ripped the blanket from your hands and off your body, groaning as she took in the sight of you. "Fuck, look how gorgeous you are, princess~"

You gasped at how quickly and suddenly she ripped the throw from you, your heart pounding in your chest. You had imagined this moment with her so many times before but this? This was so much better.

She grabs your face gently with her claws which makes you whimper as she purrs, "Still want me to make you mine, princess~?"

Your eyes dull in submission, your lust and arousal warming your body as though it was in your veins. You nod your head, your voice soft as you whispered, "P-please, please make me yours, Catra~"

She moans lowly as she crashes her lips against yours, "Mmm, such a good girl for me~" her hands roaming over your body as she kisses you passionately.

"So desperate to be mine-" she begins messaging your tits, her claws scratching the soft skin lightly making you moan in her mouth, "-that you don't even care that it makes you look like a needy little slut~"

You moan her name softly through gasps and whimpers as she lightly scratches you and crawls over your naked body. Your hands going into her long brown mane, taking her lips back in yours.

She drags her claws up your thighs as she pulls your head back by your hair, "God you look so good, princess~" and licks up your neck with her rough tongue, your hips involuntarily bucking up to meet hers, "Patience, cutie~ I'll give you what you want but first...I wanna play with you a bit~"

"C-catra~" You moan as she begins kissing and sucking on your soft skin. Your heart beating against your chest violently while you grip and pull at her hair, her purrs vibrating against your body.

Without warning, she pulled your hair back roughly and bit down on your neck, leaving deep red hickies that will surely be a pain in the ass to cover tomorrow.

Your body trembled in her hold, your back arching against her body, as you pulled her up by her hair and crashed your lips against hers again, "Take me~! Take me, please~!" You begged her between hot kisses, "I'll do anything for you, kitten, j-just please...d-don't make me wait anymore~! I need you~! I need you now, kitty~!"

With a soft growl she kissed you back hungerly, her hand beside your head keeping her up as her free hand scratched down from your breast to your waist until they were finally between your thighs. "Say you're mine~"

"I-I'm yours~"

"F-fuck, say it again, princess~"

"I'm yours, Catra~! I'm all yours~!" You moan sharply as you feel her fingers teasing your pussy lips. Your hips twitching in anticipation.

"Fuck..." she growls against your ear as she slips her fingers between your lower lips, "you're so wet, princess. Were you getting close before I walked in here, cutie~?"

You nod with a soft whimper, your eyes shut as she rubs your swollen clit softly.

"Aww," she purrs as her fingers slip down to your slit, "I'm sorry, but don't worry..." your hips jerk up as she begins teasing your entrance before gently slipping just her fingertip inside, "I'm gonna take good care of my princess~"

Breathless moans spill from your mouth as she pushes her finger in deeper, your eyes rolling back as you spread your legs wider for her.

"Good girl~" With her free hand she caresses your cheek, leaning back over you to kiss across your jaw, her free hand going down to grope your breast as she slips another finger inside you.

You moan her name sharply, your hands traveling down her back until they meet her ass, and you squeeze her tightly.

She shoves another finger deep inside you, curling all three of them inside you as your walls begin to clench around them. "Fuck, princess, I'm starting to think...f-fuck-!" she cuts herself off as you begin to palm her through her red shorts.

She growls, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head, "-I should've fucked you sooner~!" She pulls out of you, leaving you on the edge, as she shows off her fingers coated in your juices before taking them in her mouth and licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste good, cutie~" Catra smirks and quickly strips off her black leggings, top and shorts. She laughs as she looks back at the dazed and enchanted look in your eyes. "Like what you see, princess~?"

With wide eyes you nod, taking in the sight of her gorgeous body. You always knew Catra was beautiful, but now? You could hardly catch your breath.

Her freckles coated her whole body, her chest and stomach had soft strips of body hair, her body defined with hard earned muscles, especially in her legs which made you wish your face was between them.

To you, her body showed off her power beautifully, and you had no problem submitting to it.

"Give me your hand, princess~" she ordered you through a husky breath, "I want to show you something~"

Without a second thought you complied, feeling locked in a trance.

"You're not allowed to move..." She whispered lowly, "I just want you to f-feel...ooh f-fuck~" she cut herself off with a deep moan, before glaring back at you intensely as she whispered from the corner of your lips: "how fucking wet you've made me~"

You whimpered, squirming under her body as she slid your hand over her pussy, your fingers getting coated in her slick.

"Oh you like that, princess~? Yeah? You like feeling how wet you've made me~? Yeah? Yeah. I knew you would~" She teases you by nipping at your earlobe, "such a good slut for me, aren't you~? Oh I bet your pussy is just throbbing now, isn't it, princess~?"

Desperate tears formed in your eyes as you looked down at her, "Please, Catra~! I can't-! Please, I-I need you so badly~!"

You whine as she pulls your hand back, forcing your mouth open with her free hand as she pushed your fingers in your mouth. "Suck, princess~"

Through whimpers you do as she says and lick your fingers clean of her arousal. Your eyes flutter closed as you tasted her on your tongue and Catra took advantage of that by pulling up your thigh before slotting her pussy on top of yours.

You gasp hotly as you look down to watch her rub her equally soaked pussy against yours before she covers your mouth with her hand. "Hush princess, you don't want anyone to know you're being fucked by your force captain now do you~?"

You whimper as she drags her claws up your thighs and she grips the fat of it to keep her balanced as she grinds her clit against your swollen one. "On second thought, you'd probably love it wouldn't you~? You dirty fucking whore, I bet you'd love everyone knowing that I used you as my personal fuck toy, isn't that right~?"

Your mind going blank with arousal you simply nod in agreement though you don't fully take in what she's saying. All you know is how good the feeling of her pussy rubbing against yours feels.

"C-can I-?" You hover your hands above her bare shoulders. The rythem of her hips pushing against yours, and the bounce of her breast borderline hypnotizing you.

"Go ahead, princess, you don't have to ask~"

Your heart pounds as your grab onto her shoulders and begin grinding against her as well. Both of you moving in harmony until both of you are moaning loudly.

Catra pulls you into her lips by your hair, biting down on your bottom lip and tugging it between her teeth before moaning, "I'm getting s-so fucking close, princess~! Cum with me, that's a fucking order~!"

Both of your movements begin getting sloppy as your legs shake and you feel her clit twitch against yours as you moan louder and louder into her mouth until you both come undone.

Catra bites down on your lip to keep herself from mewling out in pleasure though he draws a bit of blood which she licks up as she pulls back.

Both of you were breathing heavy, your eyes dazed, almost hypnotized as you looked into hers and she smirked.

She caressed the side of your face and purred, "What a good fucking girl~"

Blushing, you nuzzled yourself against her palm, her purrs vibrating between both of you as her tail wrapped around your waist.

"T-thank you, Catra...for...well for everything..."

She chuckled and nuzzled the tip of her nose against yours, "Aww, don't get all shy now, princess. You were hot...own it~"

You smiled, "You were unreal...god's, I've never felt so good, Catra."

"Good," she purred as she pinned you back down on your mattress, "you deserve to feel good."

You mindlessly began to play with her long brown hair that drapped at her sides, "So do you, force captain..." Your smile faltered for a second as your heart sunk to your stomach, "w-was this...was this just a one time thing?"

"Do you want it to be?"

You thought for a second, slightly embarrassed of your answer, "No...I don't." You shyly leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips, "I...I want this to be the first of many..."

She sighed as she thought for a moment or two. Her eyes watch you cautiously until a warm smile spreads across her lips, "I think I'd like that too, princess..."

She continues by laughing playfully, "And to think...all this because you forgot to lock your dorm door~"

Your face flushed a bright red as you laughed nervously and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Haha yeah...forgot, heh."

Catra stared at you seemingly confused for a moment before her face cracked out in a wide grin and she laughed, "You've got to be kidding me! Were you hoping I would catch you!?"

Your words stumbled out incoherently as you tried desperately to defend yourself, "N-not really or...I don't know maybe...I...it's not like anyone else comes back here!"

"What if it had been Hordak!? What would you have done then!?"

Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought, but you mused, "Well...I'd have a very funny story to tell you later-" you bit your lip and whispered somewhat sheepishly, "save a few details maybe..."

"Pfft!" she continued to laugh, and your heart warmed as you listened to the high pitched and unfiltered sound before her face fell to a playful smirk and she crawled back over you, "Oh you mean the detail of you moaning out my name, just begging for me to touch you~?"

You giggled and grabbed her hips, "Yep, that's the one!"

She chuckled mischievously and leaned in to kiss you passionately on your lips again.

She swiped across your bottom lip with her tongue, and began giving you more open mouthed kisses as she continued making out with you once more.

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