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[maximotts]

i feel like cowboy wanda would be so gentle the first few times she has sex with you bc she’s worried she’ll hurt you and scare you off but eventually she loses control a bit and manhandles you into position and when she pins you down, you moan and then the most DEVILISH smile spreads across her face

Ooo okay okay it's interesting you brought this up because I've been thinking about their first encounter a bit lately! We'll ignore that this turned into a whole fic, okay? I love them sm Also this isn't really edited because it was supposed to be a short answer and now it's uhm.. not short, so forgive any typos

18+ only please . wc: 2.7k . cw: first meeting hookup, drinking, dirty talk, oral, fingering, v light spanking, lap sits, possessiveness, Wanda being smitten, the pickup truck sex a lot of y'all have been asking me about that I said was coming, morning after with Wanda because she's as proper as she is filthy

Basically right now I have their first time more as a hookup where bunny is new to town and goes out to a bar one night to maybe make friends and see the environment, but then she meets Wanda and her group of friends who are all more than welcoming and you're having a great time hanging out with them.

But your eyes keep drifting to Wanda. Of course Wanda notices and, being the smooth talker she is, starts flirting with the new girl. She buys you as many drinks as you want which, end up being stronger than you're used to, but your nerves keep you ordering more. When she finally slips an arm around you, cornering you in the booth you'd only just plopped yourself into, you're more than ready for Wanda to kiss you— and kiss you she does.

You're shy by nature, never having made out with anyone in a bar, much less with a girl you'd only known for a few hours, but Wanda's thumb brushing over your cheek while she bites down on your bottom lip has you forgetting everything you're used to which admittedly, isn't much. Somehow she's pulled your thighs over her own, toying with the stretchy hem of the form-fitting skirt you'd decided to wear last minute. When she touches a particularly sensitive spot, you shiver and Wanda chuckles, "You cold, darlin'? Pretty as your arms are, I'll let you borrow my jacket if it'd help."

And so the night goes on with Wanda's thick denim jacket slung over your shoulders, her arm around your waist wherever the two of you walk. Normally you'd hate the presumptive way the cowgirl was handling you, as if she owned you already, but you'd be damned if you didn't admit you wanted her to stake her claim. So, in your slightly inebriated state, you took a leap, "Wands, I'm sleepy..."

Which catches her attention immediately. "Well now," Wanda pulls you close then, fingers carefully treading the line between caressing your hip and groping your ass; it would be the first time she whispers in your ear, but it'll never stop being insanely hot. "I hope you're telling me because you're going to let me take you home. I'd be real sad leaving tonight without you."

You wish your giggle of a reply didn't sound so girlish and naïve, but in hindsight, you had no idea the sheer intensity you were in for. "Only if you promise to behave yourself."

—

She's driven about halfway back to her house before she has to pull over; technically it was her land, pulled over to the side of the winding road and turning her truck engine off. "I know I promised to take you home, I still will, but I can't take another second not having my hands on you."

It takes you back a little; all you'd been doing was scratching over her jeans while you stared at the woman driving, but you weren't going to argue with her. "I don't really-"

"I've wanted you on my lap since I laid eyes on you. Get over here." Thankfully she doesn't have to convince you any farther, holding back a groan as you straddled her legs, skirt riding up inch by inch. It was a tight squeeze with you between her and the steering wheel, but Wanda hardly noticed once you started kissing her. This time was impossibly hotter, Wanda's tongue taking control of the kiss before moving on to shamelessly leave marks along your jaw and neck.

And Wanda is too good at getting your clothes out of the way, leaving you topless with record speed, squeezing at your breasts roughly while you struggled just to keep up with her mouth. "What if someone sees..."

The brunette only starts toying with your nipples, relishing in the way it got you rolling your hips. "It's pitch dark, silly girl. I can barely see you out here, don't worry your pretty little head."

You lost the last bit of your restraint the moment Wanda passed her fingertips over your underwear. They were thin lace, chosen by design so as not to show under your skirt, but they drove Wanda wild. She pushed them aside to slide her fingers along where you were already warm and sensitive, hips stuttering as she stroked over your clit. "O-Oh.."

"Look at you, already wet and needy. Were you like this all night? That why I caught you squeezing your thighs together so often?" You shook your head, trying to deny it, but you weren't even fooling yourself.

Wanda's had you rocking in place for hours by this point; you thought sure you'd been subtle and being called out for your behavior found your head ducking into the crook of Wanda's shoulder to avoid her knowing gaze. "Aww, it's okay! It'll be our little secret, promise..."

Wanda discovered night one what a responsive person you were, delighting in the vice grip you held on the back of her seat while she rolled your nipple in time with her other hand on your sensitive bud. You rocked against her hands as best you could, fighting to keep pace, but hopefully not finish so easily— it'd just been so long and you needed this much more than expected.

The next morning, you'd blame the alcohol. "Wanda please, I- I need.."

"What do you need, sweetheart, wanna cum? Make a mess in my truck after I barely got started with you?" You were nodding so hard your neck hurt, moaning quietly as you felt your body reach its peak; the first of many that night. Ears ringing and thoughts so pleasantly fuzzy, you couldn't recall a time you'd felt more free, in an old pickup truck or otherwise.

"Ooh, aren't you just a masterpiece..." The brunette took her time letting you down, pointer and middle fingers wandering until they just barely pushed into you: less than an inch, but unendingly torturous. "Sounds like I was able to make you feel better, least a little bit."

Tired hips tried every which way to sink onto Wanda's long fingers, the same ones you'd felt on you over your clothes back in the bar and had lists of naughty places you wanted her to put them. But each time, your lover avoids delving anywhere past shallow. "You're being mean, just fuck me."

"Mean? After I let you cum as early as you wanted? You don't know what mean looks like on me. Don't think you want to," A succession of wet slaps echoed in the truck's cabin, the silence of everything around you both amplifying the sound of Wanda lightly hitting your sensitive cunt and your resulting whimpers.

"Told you so. Now, bend over and stay still while I get a proper look like the obedient girl I know you are," Manhandling you over the length of her seats shouldn't have been as easy as it was after the long night out, but Wanda was strong and you never fought her while she pushed your arms to the passenger car door and spread your bent knees apart.

If you were begging her to fuck you out loud, you wouldn't be surprised, wishing so hard that if Wanda still refused to give you exactly what you wanted, she'd at least use her fingers, tongue, anything to fill where you currently felt so empty. "Please- I need more-"

Your thighs shake as she licks over your puffy folds, mumbling the most depraved things about you, your taste, your warmth, leaving you with the most intoxicating combination of feeling both used and adored. "You just keep dripping into my mouth, baby, it's impossible to keep you clean..."

"Can't help it, sorry," But your words aren't matching your actions, not when you kept searching out Wanda's tongue each time she flicked at your clit, pitifully rolling over the rough surface whenever she flattened it out.

You'd long since fogged up the windows, smudging the fog as your overheated cheek met the cold glass; each time you managed to open your eyes you remember exactly where you are, woods rustling in the middle of the night. "W-Wanda! 'm close again, please please...!"

"Mean girls wouldn't let you have two orgasms back to back, no matter how pretty." Wanda likes to believe she actually thought about whether or not to give you what you wanted, but in reality she knew she would leave you wanting the second you turned bratty. Sure it was a risk, not knowing how you'd react, but it was well worth the test to see if you had a chance of handling her past a quick night's distraction. "Straighten up, we're only a few minutes from home."

"That's not fair—"

But Wanda was already pushing you upright again, haphazardly fixing your dress, going so far as to buckle your seatbelt as if it'd keep you from your uncomfortable wiggling. "My car my rules! Like I said, we're not far."

Wanda expected you to pout and huff the whole way, worried in the back of her mind you wouldn't let her lay another hand on you after her denial, but she was pleasantly surprised. Somewhere shortly after she pulled back onto the road, you'd taken her hand; first just to play with her fingers, innocent fidgeting at best, but before she knew it, her digits were engulfed in sinfully wet warmth.

Her fingers in your mouth made the pair of you dizzy, hands holding her wrist as you pumped her digits in and out, tongue swirling over the tips and grinning once Wanda's neutral expression cracked, lips parting in a low groan. "Do mean girls let the good ones suck the strap they've been feeling near them all night or do they only get to play with their hands?"

"Depends on if they show them how bad they want it." Wanda could only look your way for seconds at a time, the visual of your half-lidded gaze trained on her jeans while you so obviously used your imagination to envision some other scenario, muffling your own needy sounds as you forced her fingers to the back of your throat... she'd underestimated the new girl.

Whether it was any lingering alcohol talking or whatever boldness Wanda unlocked that night, something urged you to continue goading her, making a show of spreading your legs and slipping her wet fingers to your sex before closing them once more, slowly grinding her shaking digits to sate yourself for that last tiny stretch of road to the farmhouse. "Bad enough to turn your hand into a toy for as long as you let me."

Wanda made that final turn up her driveway, parking her truck fast as she could with only one hand, "You're lucky I didn't crash just now, you little devil, can't wait to get you inside."

"Lead the way, since we're playing by your rules and all." As soon as she got her hand back, Wanda practically dragged you from her vehicle and for as many hours as you spent awake in her home, you couldn't remember a single detail of any room she brought you through that night.

—

When you wake up, it's to a dimly lit bedroom, curtains drawn so only a sliver of late morning sun peeked through. Your body ached, but it wasn't from the drinking, taut muscles and lethargic thoughts bringing back bits and pieces of everything you got up to the second Wanda got you past the front door.

The same Wanda whose bed you assumed you were currently sprawled out in. Doubt crept in as you realized you're alone, fretting over if you should've fallen asleep there or not. You were deciding whether it'd be more awkward to sneak out and go back to town on foot or to search out Wanda and ask if she'd mind driving you back to your place when you heard a single knock on the door. "Can I come in?"

Your brow furrowed, "It's your room, of course you can come in." Wanda cracked the door slowly, the back of her loose flannel shirt greeting you first before she turned around, a small tray in her hands. "Sorry for crashing."

"Never said you were unwelcome, I'm sorry for letting you wake up in a strange place by yourself... and for not leaving you at least a shirt, my bad." Your arms hastily bundled the blankets to cover your chest, your nakedness pointed out to you, but Wanda laughed, setting the tray down before heading for her dresser. "Don't worry, darlin, I love the view just as much in the daylight."

"What a reassuring hostess I have," Pulling the t-shirt she tossed you over your head, the delightful scents coming from the tray down the bed now catching your attention. On it was a short stack of pancakes, bacon, orange juice, strawberries... the biggest breakfast you'd seen since you'd come to town. "Did you make that?"

Wanda nodded and slid the food closer to you before sitting on the edge of her mattress, "I don't typically make this much food, but I had to get up early to make some rounds in the barn and I figured I owed you a hearty breakfast after such a nice night."

There was something so endearing to how she explained her actions, rambling on to offset her nerves, No one had even gone to such lengths to make your morning so comfortable after a single hookup, but this set the bar high for anyone else who tried. Not that you'd ever have to worry about another first night, but neither of you knew that yet.

For now Wanda scrambled to find the right way to show genuine interest in the girl she'd brought home and fucked every which way until they passed out and you amusedly ate your special pancakes while watching Wanda try, her fumbling charming you more than she'd ever imagine.

Eventually you put her out of her misery, putting down your utensils to sit up on your knees and stretch over to plant a quick kiss on her soft lips. "I really appreciate it and I'm not even a bit mad with how I woke up, but it's very sweet of you to care, Wands."

"Oh good because I'd really like to see you again sometime, if you're up for it." It would be a rare thing to see Wanda so continuously shy, but she was uncharacteristically smitten and she wanted to get to know you before the rest of the small town came for their changes too.

You hummed as you popped a strawberry into your mouth, licking your fingers in a way that painfully reminded Wanda of the previous night, "How's today?"

"Today?" The farmgirl ran a hand through her long hair, cocking her head to the side much like a lost puppy.

"Yeah, today. If you wouldn't mind me following along." With each minute that ticked past, the less you wanted to leave, much preferring a Sunday spent with Wanda than in your flat full of moving boxes.

Her eyes lit up, smile brighter than the sun, “Can’t complain about a beautiful girl all to myself all day!" Wanda was practically buzzing with everything she wanted to show you, from the chicken coops to the haylofts, but she forced herself to keep her cool.. on the surface at least. "Finish up breakfast and I'll find you some kind of pants."

"But I'm so cozy right here without them." Maneuvering over the last bits of food on your plate meant you more fell into Wanda's lap than sat on it, but she caught you nonetheless, tugging you down for the proper kiss she'd been waiting to share with you since early morning light. "Come back to bed with me?"

After the long sleep your energy was renewed, finally able to take Wanda into all your senses again, the taste of her lips, the subtle earthy smell from the work she'd already done that day, her strong hands settling confidently on your upper thighs... getting dressed was the last thing on either of your minds. "Wouldn't be much of a hostess if I didn't let my guest do as she pleased."

In the end, the pair of you might've set the world record for longest date from Sunday morning to when Wanda finally dropped a reluctant you back into town Wednesday afternoon.

#lets ignore that I have yet to make the au post #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #cowgirl!wanda #maximotts #motts writes.

[doesntseemfxir]

𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: we can all thank @caroldantops for this fic because one day they reminded me of 60s!Wanda eating a cookie at Dottie's PTA cult and my brain went to this

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; all fluff tbh, there's quick mentions of R wanting to be a sneaky little shit later, but that's it; just... soft happy Wanda and a lot of kisses

words: 1.8k

summary: my soul to keep AU; When Wanda suggests an afternoon picnic lunch, you bring her your favorite cookies. Maybe her happiness makes you confess something you'd planned to keep a secret... it's all her fault.

my soul to keep series. 

“What’s that?”

Wanda was peering over to the side of you, quick eyes having spotted your surprise for her before you could shield it again. You’d wrapped the plate of them under a cloth and packed them as gently as you could, but with all of your other food spread out on the blanket in front of the two of you, Wanda couldn’t help but notice you’d hidden something away. 

The picnic was her idea, suggesting you take advantage of the nice day with a walk and a lunch outside. You’d agreed of course, unable to resist the idea of meeting up with her when she’d asked so nicely, and told Wanda you’d see her later with food fit for a proper afternoon out. You hadn’t mentioned that you’d stopped by your favorite bakery to pick up cookies you’d wanted to have her try for a long time.

“It’s a cookie, silly.” You picked one up to show it to her, watching her face light up at the intricate designs made with icing on the top. She reached out to grab it, but you pulled it away just in time. Yes, the cookies were for her, but you wanted to give them to her yourself. “Ah ah, did you finish your lunch?”

Wanda held up the cloth napkin that had held her sandwich, showing nothing but bread crumbs left over. She did have a tendency to skip over food for sweets you’d found; as soon as you’d caught on, you were quick to try to set her right. It certainly wasn’t easy, but with the proper motivations -such as cookies- you’d persuaded her many times. “I finished it ages ago! And what’s a picnic without a proper dessert?”

The accompanying puppy dog eyes weren't necessary, but it did sway you to ignore the baby carrots she was obviously trying to hide with her calf. “Come here,” As soon as you pat your lap, Wanda was clamoring over, settling a leg on the outside of each of your thighs and scooting up until she was mere inches from you. “Someone’s eager, the cookies aren’t going anywhere, Wands.”

“With my luck, you’d eat them before I could come over and these are the prettiest cookies I’ve ever seen! I think I’ve earned the right to be excited!” She reached for the sweet again, but you held it high above her grasp, taking a little too much joy in watching her slump down and pout. You thought of making a joke at her sadness, questioning if you’d ever keep her from something so close she could touch, but then you remembered what exactly you were keeping from her and thought better of opening that door today. 

“Ask nicely and you’ll get it.” Anyone else you knew would easily overtake you to snatch the cookie from your hand; it wasn’t as if you had a tight grip on the thing, you just happened to be holding it up. But because Wanda actually settled and considered doing as you said… that’s why you’d even bothered with it. 

Your after lunch treat was savoring how adorably obedient your angel could be. 

“May I please have a cookie?” The request lingered in the air as you pretended to ponder, only cracking a smile when Wanda’s bottom lip started to quiver. Poor dear, you’d bought the cookies specifically for her and she could’ve taken them any time had she tried. “Pretty please?”

“Of course! Let me feed it to you? I don’t want you getting messy.” You fully expected her to draw a line there, insist she be handed the cookie, anything but give her shy nod of yes. Either she really would do anything for the treat currently or she didn’t mind the thought of you doing everything short of chewing for her— from what you’d seen of your behavior, you assumed it was a bit of both. 

Wanda opened her mouth just enough for you to place the edge of the cookie on her lips and as she took her first bite, you shoved down the voice in your head reminding you to have your fingers there instead later on. Her eyes lit up as soon as the sweet taste of the icing hit her tongue and her happy wiggles as she swallowed left you wishing you’d somehow known to record the moment. “It’s good? You like it?”

“So good, do you have these all the time?” Truly Wanda had never tasted anything so delicious and she wondered if eating food from your realm was so sugary because it was considered sinful. For the first time, she couldn’t find it in her to be worried; nothing this good could rightfully be shunned as off-limits for anyone. 

She stuck her tongue out for another piece, a request you granted readily if only to continue her little happy dance atop your lap. “The bakery is open regularly, yes, but I only get these on special occasions.” 

Wanda nodded as you continued to feed her the cookie, taking a cursory glance at where the rest of the sweets lay and counting them quickly. There were at least four she could see, but she doubted you’d let her eat them all now. Maybe if she was smart enough, she could sneak an extra one before bed. “What’s the special occasion today?”

“Oh… well-” Lying crossed your mind briefly. She’d believe whatever you told her surely; you could easily say it was your birthday or some other day she’d never actually check up on. But as Wanda humbly chomped away at the bits of cookie you kept offering her, all you wanted to do was tell her why you’d really made your quick side quest. “I suppose the occasion is you.”

“Me?” That made Wanda stop, staring hard at the last remnants of her dessert and then to you. “Why me?”

There was no one else around, not a single soul besides Wanda to bear witness to how much softness you were about to expose. That’s the only reason you did it. “Because this picnic was your idea and I… think it was an idea as cute as you are. These are my favorite cookies in the whole world and I hoped sharing them would make you smile.” 

The longer you talked, the quieter your voice went, losing your nerve as you watched wide green eyes process what you were saying. By the end you’d fully shrunk back against the tree behind you, trying to hide. Wanda was having none of it. “Awwwwww! You wanted to make me happy!”

“I always want you to be happy, I’m not a psychopath-”

“No no, but you’re trying to be nice to me!” Wanda surged forward, wrapping you in a hug tight enough you thought you’d choke. The small bit she pulled back didn’t help much because she was on you again in an instant, kissing your lips repeatedly until you too could taste baked goods on them. “You decided to be sweet today, you’re adorable. Thank you!”

You grumbled, but you didn’t try to push her away. If anyone asked you’d deny it and set them ablaze, but Wanda’s frenzied affection was always a favorite of yours. In the past few weeks, you’d been on the receiving end more often and strangely, instead of brushing her off, you found yourself wanting to bring it out of her more and more. Maybe it actually was impossible to resist an angel’s advances. “I am not adorable. And anyways, we’re talking about you so let’s just… focus on you.” 

“I do appreciate the cookies, but I’m nothing special. You know that.” Wanda’s gentle head shake, her nervous chuckle to try to brush off any discussion turned towards her, that made you more irate than anything. She was gorgeous, anyone could see that, and even more so Wanda was just so good that it hurt. 

Sweeter than any cookie or cake, Wanda Maximoff was the best being you’d ever set your sights on. You wanted her to know that, to feel how worthy of everything you thought she was. Thankfully, you were painfully stubborn and had all the time in the world. 

“What a naive little girl you are,” Messy fingers cupped her cheeks after you gave her the last bite of the pastry, rubbing your thumbs slowly over her perfect skin as she chewed hesitantly. “You are perfect and precious and oh so irresistibly cute.” As Wanda swallowed, you gave her cheeks a bit of a squish, nothing too hard but enough to purse her lips enough for you to quickly kiss. “Most importantly, you’re mine. That means if I say we’re having a day for you, I mean it.”

The last statement shone a glimmer through Wanda’s eyes, perking up with the idea of being yours. Nothing bad would ever happen to her if you allowed her to stay by your side and, contrary to all she’d been taught, she liked wherever you were miles more than home. You must’ve caught on to her excitement because Wanda watched your gentle smile stretch into a grin; she knew that look as you being up to something, but she could never figure out what. 

“You like being mine, sweetheart? Does that make you happy?” Wanda nodded her confirmation quickly, the soft glow on her features reassuring her actions. “Good because you’re all mine to hold and squeeze, and give cookies to whenever I’d like.” The brunette easily let you continue squishing her face, giggling each time you booped her nose with your fingertip. “My darling girl.”

“Only if I can stay yours forever…” Commitment was not your strong suit, not in the slightest. There was a reason why you never had a long-term partner and it was by design. Keeping everything surface level was historically better all around for you, but you had a hard time denying that hopeful face in front of you anything. “And if I can have that juice?” 

Even that. You’d deal with her hyperactivity later, for now, why not? “Of course, baby doll.” Raising the cup to her lips like you had with the cookie, you pulled it away before the liquid could overflow and chuckled at the faint line of purple now on her cupid’s bow. “I’ve tried my best and somehow you still ended up messy. What am I going to do with you?” 

Wanda sat still as you wiped stray crumbs and juice from the corners of her mouth, watching how focused you’d become in cleaning her off. And you wanted to insist that you weren’t adorable… Wanda didn’t believe it for a second. “Keep me forever? You promised!”

“I never promised.” Somehow her white dress had survived all courses of lunch, but with the way Wanda was staring down the remainder of purple liquid in your cup, you were a bit concerned it wouldn’t be so lucky for much longer. Maybe you really had signed up to take care of her for eternity. “Come on, let’s get you home. If you help me pack up, I’ll give you another cookie.”

#my soul to keep au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #motts writes dark fic. #motts writes. #doesntseemfxir #maximotts

[khruschevshoe]

How Behind-the Scenes Issues Affected the Writing of Doctor Who (Both Good and Bad)

Doctor Who is such a fascinating show to look at from a Watsonian v. Doylist perspective. Like, entirely just from an episode writing point of view:

Twice Upon A Time feels so slow and meandering and even boring in places because Chris Chibnall didn't want to start his run as showrunner and Steven Moffat didn't want the show to lose the coveted Christmas timeslot (ironic, I know) so he bumped the Twelfth Doctor's regeneration from the end of The Doctor Falls (where it makes sense) to the end of the Christmas special

Boom Town (my beloved) only exists because originally there was going to be an episode in its spot explaining that Rose had been molded to be the Doctor's perfect companion (by the Doctor, gross) and the writer didn't have the time to commit to the show

The ending of Last Christmas feels like one inside-a-dream too many because originally Jenna Coleman was questioning whether she was going to leave the show or not and the ending was rewritten after the first readthrough when she decided she wanted to stay for another season

The first five episodes of Season 7 feel like each one takes place in a different genre because that's literally how Steven Moffat pitched it to the writers; for example, A Town Called Mercy was literally pitched as "Doctor Who does a Western"

Not so much a weird one but one I find cool: Eleven's first words and Thirteen's first words were literally written by Moffat and Chibnall respectively, as they were brought in to write the first words of the first Doctors of their runs so as to make it cohesive

The reason why Fourteen isn't wearing Thirteen's clothes when he regenerates is because Jodie Whittaker is much shorter than David Tennant and Russell T. Davies didn't want it to look like he was making fun of the genderfluidity of the Doctor (still think he made the wrong decision, but eh)

Wilfred Mott isn't in the Runaway Bride and Donna's father isn't in Partners in Crime because the actor who played Donna's father, Howard Attfield, died after filming several scenes for Partners In Crime, leading to the character of "Stan Mott" from Voyage of the Damned being written into Partners In Crime as Donna's grandfather

Astrid Peth doesn't die in the original drafts of Voyage of the Damned, but Russell T. Davies wrote what is generally considered one of the most emotional deaths in Doctor Who just because he wanted Kylie Minogue to be able to focus on her music career

Originally Oxygen was written as a prequel to Mummy on the Orient Express, where a corporate representative appeared on a monitor. Said representative was fired for his fumbling of the station and would later live on as the company computer, Gus

During Season 11, Chris Chibnall had to do some major rewrites for many of the one-off episodes, therefore The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos ended up being a first draft that made it to screen. He later admitted it was his least favorite episode of the series

And this is only a fraction of what I found in terms of major behind-the-scenes writing reasons. Though I am still totally willing to critique the product that made it to our screens, finding out the reasons behind some of the more badly written episodes of the show really made me feel sympathy for every showrunner of the show as well as appreciate a lot of the good episodes that ended up here despite the short production schedule/unexpected problems (once again, Boom Town my beloved AND everyone's favorite companion Wilfred Mott only exist because of unforseen problems). Absolutely bonkers, isn't it?

#russell t davies #steven moffat #chris chibnall #wilfred mott #astrid peth #the battle of ranskoor av kolos #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #jenna coleman #clara oswald #last christmas #twice upon a time #boom town #writing #behind the scenes #eleventh doctor #oxygen #mummy on the orient express #a town called mercy #partners in crime #fourteenth doctor #yes i did my research for this one #doctor who

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

sometimes I see David Tennant's face in Doctor Who as he monologues about time travel/immortality/the eternal loneliness and I go...that's him. that's my rotten lil guy. my wretched wreck of a dude. wreckage in humanoid form. the lonely divine corrupted by himself forgiven by himself made by himself made by his companions made by the universe. horrible and horrifying and far too human and not human enough. the worst thing to ever happen to so many (Martha, Adelaide, Astrid, everyone else who flashed through that whole montage thanks to Davros). a corrupter. a corruption. a cleansing. a man carved out of grief and love and pathos and hatred and grudges and forgiveness who can only make the worst decisions with the best, most selfish of intentions. a man who loved until he lost everything. a man, more than any other doctor, who should never be left alone, and yet he dies alone, with the shortest regeneration speech of any doctor. desperately lonely, desperately tragic, a disaster of a man who is too careless with everything and everyone around him.

And yet I care about him so much, because he is also the man who at the end of it all, after he lost everyone and everything he held dear, after he lost rose and donna and sarah jane and jack and martha and mickey left him and he was more alone than he's ever been, he does the right thing. the kind thing. he stops the time lords from descending on the earth. he once again gives up his people because he understands that the Time Lords Victorious cannot and should not ever be the way to go. he steps in and he saves wilfred mott. he lets himself become the doctor once again. he doesn't want to go, but instead of taking that one final step into godhood, he gives his next self a chance at being a better doctor than he ever could be.

#I DID IT AGAIN #stupid rambling #meta #tenth doctor #character study of sorts #doctor who #my writing #eleventh doctor #hey ten's character arc and his corruption and his tragedy and his callousness and his grief and the way love splits him apart speaks to me #he loves and he loses and he's guilty of so many big and small horrors but at the end he makes himself the doctor again #he is in more pain than he has ever felt #has given up his planet & his people & his companions but he still gives up one last thing- his own life- & trades it for something better #he gives it all up for wilf #and for his future self #and I REALLY want a fic where Eleven went back to see Wilf now #david tennant #russell t davies #wilfred mott

[koscheiisms]

happy new years, everyone :) i might do a big sappy post later, but for now, have this fic about fourteen Experiencing Feelings About Aging

#frances writes #fran’sficrecs #fran’sdoctorwhoposting #doctor who #fourteenth doctor #wilfred mott #donna noble

[fuck-kirk]

I have a very specific headcanon of a post- Phantom Planet Vlad that’s been trapped in space for ten years that lives inside my head rent free

I’d love to write something for it someday, but for now here’s this

#mott txt #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #danny phantom #in my HC he went through a natural portal he found while wandering space #and ends up in a harsh alien world #and is enslaved and forced to fight for years before freeing himself #he eventually comes back to earth #also I do love vlads ghost form with a mullet and stubble #there’s a fic on ao3 called et carinae that started my obsession w this HC #it’s only got one chapter and will probably never be finished. but I think abt it allllll the time #a whole story revolving around this concepts lives in my head I deff wanna write it this summer #the pupils and lack of goatee make him look so different…kinda younger but I like it #I also HC that vlad stopped aging like 10-15 years after the accident #motts art

[lcnelyghost]

dandy nursing the sick reader back to health ♥︎

a/n: a sort of sequel to the fic i wrote about where the reader was taking care of a very sick dandy. requested by my dandy mott obsessed friend! much like me, if i’m being honest ;)

summary: after taking care of dandy when he was ill, the reader begins to come down with whatever her poor lover must have had. leaving him to return the favour and tend to her needs.

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!

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Dandy was plodding around the kitchen, trying his best to make you the PERFECT cup of tea. Alongside some other little things he knew would help make you feel better. He was extremely guilty. You’d caught the same sickness he came down with after storming off in the middle of the night whilst the rainy sky was in action. It was his fault, of course. Another tantrum and poof, he’d left.

Although Dandy was still getting over his own cold, he vowed to take care of you through this current time. His mother and Dora insisted on letting them do it, but he refused. He had infected you both. So it was up to him to fix it.

Dandy rubbed his nose on the blood red handkerchief he carried in his pocket and continued on taking the tray of baked goods and medication up to you’re room.

When he arrived, he was stunned to see you standing up and trying you’re best to make the bed with whatever strength you had left.

“No, no, no! Y/n, why are you out of bed?” Dandy scolded. You were quick to jump out of you’re skin before fumbling for an excuse.

“I’m bored.. and aren’t you being a tad bit hypocritical? You’re not well yourself, mister. So why are you also out of bed.” He struggled to give you an answer but only demanded you get back under the covers.

“Mother isn’t home and she let Dora go on a break. So it’s just us for now. I got you a few things. There’s different medications there to help with the stuffiness and headaches.” You smiled warmly at him and glanced towards the large metal tray he’d placed down on the table nearby. It was full of pastries and sweet treats. And some medicine, as he had told you.

Dandy looked at you for a good few seconds, displeased with what he saw. You’re face was a deathly porcelain. You were awfully tired looking and fully resembled a corpse.

“Darling, what’s you’re temperature?” He asked.

“I haven’t taken it yet. Although I can say that i’m absolutely freezing.” And with that, Dandy rushed off to go find a thermometer.

You lay back down and sighed. With all this fuss he was making, you were sure the poor dear would be as ill as he was once before. You admired how much he cared though. It was sickly sweet, in a way.

He soon returned to the room and ordered you to open you’re mouth. The thermometer was quickly placed inside and you both waited for a minute or two. It finally began to beep rapidly and you gathered that the look on Dandy’s face meant it wasn’t a good result.

“That’s certainly a high fever, at most. I’ll go grab a washcloth so we can try to keep it down for now..” You tried to protest but he’d already left the room again.

It didn’t take long before you felt a familiar tickle in you’re sinuses and were overcome by the need to sneeze, several times..

“Goodness bless you!” Dandy gasped. You’re eyes cracked open again and you noted in you’re mind that he was back in sight.

He placed the washcloth over you’re burning forehead and sat on the bottom of the bed.

“How many times have I told you, wear a coat if it’s raining. Situations like these can be easily avoided..” You giggled. Dandy smiled softly but you could tell he was practically full of guilt.

“When you’re dealing with a mother like mine, that’s the last thing you’ll worry about.. OH!! THE SOUP!!” You’re partner screamed. You watched him dash off back downstairs and heard lots of cluttering, safe to say he was taking this just a bit too far…

He returned with a steaming bowl of lentil soup in his hands, coughing when the steam hit his face. He took a spoon off of the tray and began slowly stirring the piping hot liquid.

“Open wide!” Dandy chirped. You shot him a cold glare before huffing loudly.

“Really? I’m sure i’m capable of feeding myself, thank you.” You said sarcastically. Dandy scoffed at you’re utter sass and proceeded to lift the spoon closer to you’re lips.

“I know. I’m just better at doing it my way!” And with that, he shoved the spoonful of soup into you’re mouth. For some childish rich kid, he made great soup.

A few hours had passed and Gloria had came back home. It was now officially dark out and Dandy left you to rest for a little bit. Yet again putting up with Gloria’s demands that he should go back to bed himself and get over his own cold first. You even thought you heard him yell back at her a few times..

Now you were deep in slumber, peacefully dreaming about having another day out in the garden with Dandy. The door was slowly opened as someone quietly crept in.

You felt the bed move and you’re eyes fluttered open, spotting Dandy giving his best attempt at snuggling into you.

“Get well soon…” he mumbled before closing his eyes and wrapping both arms around you’re waist. Perhaps being ill wasn’t so bad when Dandy was around. He was definitely the best caretaker you’d ever had, you swore upon that.

#ahs fandom #american horror story #finn wittrock #dandy mott #freak show #dandy mott imagine #imagines #ahs fanfic #ahs x reader #fem reader #female #male character #fictional crushes #fictional men #ahs freakshow #evan peters ahs #tristan duffy #fanfics #fanfiction #writing #requests #ask box #sick fic #sickness #caretaker #fictional characters #fictional people #scenario #x y/n #x reader

[doverstar]

Is 11 named Wilfred from Donna's Wilf because AWWWWW😭🥺🧡🧡🧡

I did not connect that in my brain until just now oh my god that's so sweet I'm !!

He loved that man! :')

#so did we all #I'm writing it right now! don't worry #asked #answered #fic comment #lar #lost and rewritten #wilfred mott #dw #elevenrose #ask doverstar #eleventh doctor

[descaladumidera]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fourteenth Doctor & Rose Noble (Doctor Who: The Star Beast), Fourteenth Doctor & Donna Noble, Fourteenth Doctor & Wilfred Mott, Fourteenth Doctor & Jack Harkness Characters: Fourteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Noble (Doctor Who: The Star Beast), Donna Noble, Wilfred Mott, Jack Harkness Additional Tags: Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attack, Trauma, Unprocessed Grief, the Doctor is traumatised, the Doctor does not cope, The Doctor needs a hug, Healing, Found Family, Hopeful Ending, can be read as pre-slash Doctor/Jack, the author has only binged New Who and Torchwood and remembers shit all, Character Study Summary:

When you stop running, things have the habit of catching up with you.

I wrote a thingy.

#Fourteenth Doctor #Rose Noble #Donna Noble #Wilfred Mott #Jack Harkness #Doctor Who #fanfic #Desca writes

[iisthepopeoffools]

The irony that there are so many terminally online primitivists.

#anti-primitivism #terminally online #anti-technoaddiction #i used to be one of those #i could do a whole write-up on psychology behind it but I dont really want to right now #not to mention that as an offline ideology primitivism is practically nonexistent #i dont think i have ever seen any ideology as blatantly based on aesthetics first and foremost as primitivism #maybe modern online monarchists #postmodernity #not to mention the mott-and-bailey arguments that would make TERFs blush

[lbhslefttiddie]

Could you talk a bit about how you plan out your longer fanfics? I’ve have a long fic I’ve been wanting to write, but I’m not sure how to plan/outline it, and I’d love to hear what your process is!!!

Mouse and the Thorn and Into This Wild Abyss had some very different things going on in the planning stage—it really came down to what kind of story i was telling and what was important for executing that!

(longish sowwy)

ITWA, from the moment i conceived it, revolved around sqq going through a largely preordained plot, and so i created a longass bullet list of all the major plot points and moved them around into the general order i felt it was best for them to happen. I generally kept the points brief and without flavour, lest it mess with the writing of the scene itself or I get bored of it before i even start. There was some variance in the writing stage, partially because i (cough) forgot to add several plot points in the originally planned spaces (see: xin mo), and partially because that's just sort of how it goes when you're actually feeling out a chapter, but the outline was like a guide that i would be able to pull back towards if i strayed too far, and allowed me to keep the end destination in mind, and keep track of important details. All told, the core aspects laid out in the outline didn't change much in the finished product. Frankly, it was huge relief to have that outline!! It definitely saved my ass many times. Truly a revelatory experience for me.

MotT, on the other hand, doesn't so much have a hard plot—lbh is currently 13 years old, before even the beginning of scum villain, so even the plot that comes built into this universe is a very distant thing. We basically just have a core cast of a few inextricably connected characters who are constantly influencing each other, and the "plot" is really just who is going through what character arc at this particular point in time.

Trying to create an outline would, to me, feel horribly rigid, when a lot of flexibility is necessary for something like this. Instead, i have a handful of cool scenes in my head, a general sense for where each character is at and where they're going, and it's just a matter of passing the mic around in a way that feels balanced for whatever arc we're in.

............It's worth mentioning that the way i've written/am writing MotT, while i think is for the best for this project, is also way fucking harder than how ITWA was planned and written. I've mentioned this before in passing i think, but on multiple occasions, i'll have written entire scenes out, and then need to push them back or move them around way more than anticipated because Something Else Needs To Happen First. (this also reflects in my art; the files are listed by date rather than chapter, and so some clusters of art are actually in backwards order--i did the art for what became ch 16 before 15, and 15 before 14)

It's not necessarily a problem, and I'm certainly enjoying myself, but this messy and fluid way of putting a story together straight up would not be possible if i did not already have a solid sense for pacing and balancing emotional elements. I'm absolutely certain that even a few years ago i would not have had the skill to write this fic without writing myself into a corner or rushing everything in a forced way or losing something important to the core of the story; i would go so far as to say this story is only possible because I wrote ITWA first.

I definitely would not recommend this strategy for your first longfic, personally. obviously, do what feels right for yourself, etc, and at the end of the day you should never let concerns of skill or experience stop you from writing the stories you want, but i think this process could, uh. Cause headaches. If you're out of your depth

#asks #beyond the plotting and pacing aspect mott is also generally a more difficult story to write in terms of character nuance #like its easy to say that someone else is not writing sj with the complexity his character truly merits #but i think this sentiment does not give enough credit to how fucking difficult it is to write a character like this #looking unflinchingly at the worst parts of someone and still finding ways to portray them as loveable #showing the tender and tragic and wronged parts of someone without making it into an excuse #becoming a better person when you're all twisted up and wrong inside is not an easy or pleasant thing #for him OR me (who has to drag him there kicking and screaming) #its like being locked in eternal combat with someone you hopelessly desperately love #wow sorry thats quite the aside #i have a lot to say about mott because there's a LOT going on in the background for that motherfucker #also considering where we're at so far and how long it is already #i suspect mott is going to end up being longer than itwa #............very possibly a LOT longer

[maximotts]

☽ 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 ☾

☾ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: private hire!WandaNat

So @nats-firefly and I discussed this idea way before October, but brought it up again when I mentioned wanting to do a ph!WandaNat thing and now.. here we are.. filth amongst sleepy gays

private hire AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don’t need to add community labels, I’ve put adequate warnings below.

wc: 4.5k. cw: smut that starts out fluffy, but Wanda gets irritated. kinda cuddly sex. groping. fingering. punishments/attention denial. humiliation/degradation in the form of being babied. brief oral. overstim. typical Nat annoying Wanda. bratty reader bc people are always asking to see what would happen if you pushed Wanda's limits.

No outside clothes on the bed.

One of Wanda’s few house rules and generally easy to follow… until you were exhausted and she was snapping her fingers at you before you could take a second step towards her mattress.

Typically if you were too tired to seek out pajamas you’d suck it up and fall into your own bed, passing out until you gained energy to sort yourself out in the morning, but tonight was different. Your shift was long and felt even longer, filled with coworker mishaps and annoying customers that left you checking your watch every few minutes towards the end of the night. All you dreamt of on the ride home was Wanda and her warm bed, knowing she’d most likely be up despite the late hour. 

She had the tendency to worry; no matter how even-tempered she appeared, Wanda stayed up as late as she could for Natasha, and now you as well, to come home to her. You’d headed out earlier than your normal shifts, just after midnight, and with your boss always being notified the moment you left work, there was no doubt Wanda would be wide awake.

As expected, you found Wanda in her bedroom, nose deep in a book. She looked so happy to see you, you thought maybe you could skirt by her standards just this once-

“Don’t you dare get those dirty clothes anywhere near my new comforter.” 

“Wandaaaaa…” You groaned like a child, halfway to stamping your foot if you didn’t know that’d get you kicked out instantly. “I’m exhausted! It won’t ruin anything just once.”

But no amount of puppy dog pouts could make Wanda budge; the woman was so stubborn for the smallest things. You’d seen Natasha tease her for it, and even then, she stood firm; apparently there was a time when Wanda didn’t care, but once she started buying stuff of her own, she was intent on keeping it in order. “Not a chance. I can see at least three different cocktails spilled on your shirt! Get rid of the clothes or say goodnight and go to your bed.”

“So unfair…” The wardrobe across the room felt like too far of a journey, but you’d looked forward to the warmth of Wanda too much to deny yourself now. Before you knew it, you’d begun shedding your clothes, kicking them away into a lazy pile on the floor and wandering back over to your goal. 

Unexpected as it was, the sight of you tiredly stripping down amused Wanda and she didn’t stop you from sliding into bed, chuckling at your silly display of wiggling around until you successfully crawled on top of her fully clothed form. “Well aren’t you clever? Always trying to find yourself a loophole.”

“I like to think that’s what you love me for.” Tired arms wrapped around Wanda’s middle, resting your chin on her chest to gaze up at the older woman. Sleeping naked wasn’t your plan, but the act wasn’t unfamiliar, particularly in this room. Most of the time, though you got into bed wearing some kind of sleepwear, either Wanda or Natasha found a reason to take them off, anything from claiming to want a simple look to being straightforward in their desire to stake their obvious claim on you.

“I love you for a great many things, little one.” She let her book gently bop the top of your head before setting it aside on the nightstand, happy to give you her full attention. Spending the day alone wasn’t awful, but she missed you and Nat terribly, always preferring to be with at least one of you when she fell asleep.

The two of you settled into an easy embrace, Wanda drawing patterns over your bare back as you cuddled against her soft silken pajamas. Even back in silence like she’d been before your arrival, Wanda felt different, lighter, knowing she could hold you safe and her wife was on her way too. “How was your night? I got updates about some out of line people… I hope no one gave you too hard of a time.”

You shook your head, your frustrations melting away now that you were snuggled up to Wanda. It all seemed so far away while you were laid safe in your bosses’ cozy bedroom. “Nothing terrible, just felt like it lasted forever. It’s the Halloween crowd madness starting up, I think…” 

The brunette nodded and listened as you went through details, throwing in a comment or two when needed; engaged even as her hands began wandering. She didn’t realize what she was doing at first, smoothing over the indulgent feel of your delicate skin. You were always just so pliant and willing; honestly, she decided you deserved a reward for following her rules with the last bits of your energy. Wanda loved knowing you’d chosen her over sleeping across the hall; it was hard to stay firm when she was also tired of sitting by herself, but if she gave in once, she’d never hear the end of it.

It started out innocent enough that you didn’t question her, overexerted muscles enjoying the gentle massage of your ass and thighs. By the time Wanda pushed your hips up to make room for her hand, you’d been pacified into a calm state of security all you offered was a pleased hum when she stroked over your mound. “You’ve done so much today. It’s about time you let me take care of you now.”

“Mhm..” She drew you in for a kiss, fluffy and sweet, mindful of your exhaustion. Wanda was always cautious of your state of mind, her considerate coddling making it easy for her to know exactly what you needed. If you needed her to take away all memories of her bad night, who was she to deny you? 

Annoying as it’d been to be stopped on your way to bed, getting out of your work clothes did feel better and now you’d reap the benefits of choosing Wanda. Her touch was slow, sliding over center more to slowly work you up rather than to tease, like easing into a warm bath. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Of course, baby. You earned it for how hard you worked.” Her continued praise left you hiding your giggles in her chest, a dumb smile stamped on your features as Wanda dipped her first finger past your entrance. Rarely was Wanda this affectionate with you during sex, but she’d have to remember to do so more often, if only for how cute you looked right now. “I think someone likes being told they did a good job.”

“Maybe a little?” Your love of her acknowledgement was well known, there was no use denying it, but your sleepiness put you in a sillier mood— one that in turn rendered you more playful.

Oddly enough tonight, Wanda also happened to be relaxed enough to feed into it. “Something tells me it’s more than a little.” She fingered you open steadily, no rush to her movements, content to keep her mission slow for the time being. “If how desperately you’re squeezing my finger is any clue, you like it a lot…” 

You mumbled some noncommittal response, squeaking as Wanda pushed further. It was way too little, but you were unwilling to speed up whatever the two of you had fallen into, much more interested in letting Wanda do what she pleased and seeing where it went. “Fine, I do like it when you tell me you like the work I do..”

“Good girl!” This time when she kissed you, she tugged your lip between her teeth, sucking at it until the red matched the flush of your cheeks. She was so happy to have someone who caught on quickly and so easily accepted doing things her way; Natasha always put up a fight, you were a lovely change of pace. “What else would you like? Another finger?”

“Yes! Yes please!” Pretending not to be interested in that suggestion would only hurt you, the much desired stretch of her long digits too tantalizing to pass up. Low on willpower, you easily went docile, letting Wanda’s care drive away the day’s anxieties.

You wiggled happily as her second finger joined the first, legs spreading as far as you could get them. Maybe you were being terribly obvious, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when this was exactly what you’d longed to come home and experience. “I still would’ve made you take off your clothes, but if you needed this, you could’ve asked.” 

Wanda thrusted into you harder now, bottoming out each time and like clockwork your moans came in tandem. She was so deep, you already felt so full, but still your hips rocked into her hand, unabashed in trying to find the perfect angle. “Wanted you all night.. To have you hold me and make me feel good.” 

It was true; falling into bed naked would almost always lead to something like this, but the how was forever a fun surprise. Wanda misjudged your ability to plot this out, but wouldn’t apologize for her predictable handsy nature; what fun was having a girlfriend if she couldn’t keep her hands on you whenever she pleased? 

“And you didn’t feel like asking so you figured you’d wait for me?” Wanda’s fingers curled and you nodded frantically, both answering her question and encouraging her to keep going. She did it again and again, letting her fingers stay put while your desperation grew; Wanda wasn’t particularly bothered by your little con, but she’d hate to let you fully get over on her. 

Free hand traveling from your backside to your chin, Wanda grabbed your face and tapped your temple, forcing your attention. “Look at me if you’re going to properly own up to your trickery.”

Meeting Wanda’s gaze was nearly impossible with how turned on you were, her sharp green eyes against her soft, makeup free face was just so.. beautiful— and you’re hopeless with pretty women. “I’m sorry, mommy. Can I still cum?”

“You’re bold enough to think you were ever allowed without asking?” Once in a while Wanda feared Natasha was right: she bent too easily whenever it came to you. Judging as her voice may sound, Wanda wouldn’t have thought twice about letting you carry on. With how distracted she’d become with your darling behavior, the biggest reprimand would’ve been a pat on the back before letting you fall asleep on her chest as if she’d never set a single rule for you. 

Wanda hated admitting Nat was right. “Don’t tell me you’re too tired to remember how to behave.”

“No! No, I’m not, please!” Wanda might’ve been in bed before you’d arrived, but she was far from asleep and while your version of playful was sweet, hers could easily be brash. She’d discovered your plan, fine, but you hadn’t planned for Wanda feeling anything but surprised. If she wanted to, your girlfriend would torment you for hours. Enduring any kind of punishment tonight would be torturous in your already exhausted state. “I wasn’t, I promise!”

“I know, baby, I know,” she cooed, kissing your quivering lips. You whined into her mouth as her hand sped up, as if Wanda suddenly decided to hurdle you towards orgasm, and your poor fatigued brain had to fight to keep up. “Sometimes you just get so sleepy and it’s hard to remember to ask out loud, yeah?”

It was an excuse both of you leaned on, you to appear like you hadn’t meant to overstep and Wanda to be able to point at your sleep deprivation when Natasha inevitably asked why you felt so emboldened to act out in the next few days.

“I forgot, I’m sorry… won’t do it again.” The gentleness of her words always charmed you, seeing Wanda’s soft side that was reserved for only you and her wife turning you on effortlessly. “Please, so close…”

Her thumb rolled over your neglected clit and your entire body shuddered, clinging onto Wanda as tight as you could. Fortunately for her, you didn’t have enough strength to restrict her breathing. “I wish you could feel how soaked my hand is right now, poor messy thing. If I let you cum, will you make those pretty noises I love hearing?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” The words came out smashed together, too preoccupied with Wanda curling her fingers in sync with her thumb, setting a pattern so mind numbing you didn’t realize your eyes had rolled back until the brunette dug her nails into the nape of your neck— nor did you hear Natasha walking through the door.

“How many times have I warned you not to promise her that?” 

You startled at the extra hand on your head as it ruffled your messy hair before holding you still enough to kiss your temple. Natasha smelled earthy, like she’d been hunting in the woods; a stark contrast from where you last talked to her at the bar downtown. “Three hours ago when I saw you, you told me you felt dead on your feet, but refused to be sent home too early. Is Wanda keeping you up?”

“Yes, b-but I…” All at once you were keenly aware of how vulnerable you looked laid limply on Wanda, begging to cum as pitifully as a neglected pet. Nat had seen you like this and worse too many times to count, but being caught right on the edge left you shy. 

“But she came home looking for it,” Wanda finished for you, pinching your thigh before you tried to pin your wanton display all on her. “Pajamas were too hard for our hard-worker to get to, but she wanted to sleep with me so she went with nothing because she’s smart enough to know it’s better to give me what I want.”

“More like I’ve taught her how to choose her battles when it comes to you.” The redhead didn’t force you to pull your gaze from where you hid your face in Wanda’s chest, choosing to smooth out the stray hairs she’d given you and while the gesture was sweet, both women pretty much babying you was overwhelming. 

She wasn’t wrong, having learned either firsthand or from Nat’s instruction what was worth challenging versus when compliance was mandatory; she insisted there’d be a day when she could break Wanda of her bed linen obsessions. Both reasons your bosses gave you sounded submissive to one or the other, there was no use in acting tough when they were currently fawning over you like a lost lamb…

Silly as you were, you tried. “I was just sleepy.”

“Yeah? So sleepy you were begging for my fingers? Don’t try telling me you just wanted to sleep on them.” The idea shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did, but you were adjusting before you could convince yourself not to, pushing Wanda’s fingers deeper where they’d retreated from your entrance. Nat couldn’t see it, but Wanda could feel the subtle movement, digits brought back into wet warmth you were suddenly intent on denying existed and it occurred to her then you had a bit of a stubborn streak as well.

Nothing she and Natasha couldn’t conquer though. “We just had a little chat about being upfront about what you want. Surely you’d tell me if all you wanted was to go to bed, sweetheart.”

But you were too busy throwing the comforter over your head, shrouding yourself from head to toe. “You started touching me.”

Wanda and Natasha’s dual bombardment was dizzying, enough to leave you fighting not to grab Wanda’s wrist and move it yourself. They were too observant, knew exactly what buttons to push when you were in a certain headspace; when you came home stressed like tonight, they’d seen how much better off you were after you let go, but often you needed a little help getting there.

Wanda got you close, but Nat’s sudden appearance threw you off and now she was back to square one. It wasn’t any lack of security around her -you loved Nat as much as you did Wanda and always felt safe with both of them- you, again stubbornly, always wanted to feel like you were impressing the redhead. The couple joked about it often, how quick you were to turn to Natasha and search her typically stoic face for any sign of amusement; with even the faintest hint of a smile the pair swore they saw hearts fill your eyes. “She’s had enough of you, Wanda. Give her a break.”

“Oh boo hoo,” Wanda scoffed, sticking her tongue out at the woman standing next to her, “you always go so shy around her, wanting to look cool. She can be just as submissive as you are right now, trust me.”

“I am not!” There were some things you’d see less than a handful of times in your life; a submissive Natasha was one of them. 

“There you go, denying it just as hard as this one.” Wanda laughed loud enough to jostle you, chest bubbling with laughter under your hot cheek. She went back to rubbing your back with one hand, trying to comfort you amongst her blatant enjoyment of your predicament. Still her fingers stayed between your legs, stroking your folds lazily and confirming it was the very mortification you suffered that soaked you further.

Natasha made your same mistake, presuming Wanda was too preoccupied to bother with her sheets; she got as far as a welcome home kiss from her wife before a warning once over wordlessly directed her to get rid of her dirty leather jacket and scuffed jeans. “Yeah yeah, I’m going to change. Worry about that wiggly thing you’ve got weighing you down. I think you’ve summoned a blanket creature.”

“Aww, mommy’s little ghost,” she mocked, nuzzling her head atop yours before setting her wrist back to work. You’d been on the brink of something so blissful just moments before, it was all too easy to bring you back there. Even if you insisted on hiding from her and Nat now. “What’s the matter? You were just fucking yourself silly on my hand.”

“Nuh uh,” You wanted to sound more defiant than you had, but your voice sounded shaky and small. The futile attempt only brought more laughter to the pair, having unwittingly become their nightly entertainment. 

“No? You’re not a very good liar.” One of Wanda’s most prominent shortcomings was her impatience, a facet that heavily influenced when you and Natasha backed off and let her be. Not only did you forget to account for that now, you’d taken her earlier gentleness for granted instead of recognizing it for the reward it was: two missteps you were too dazed to notice drew on her fragile patience. 

“If you admit it, I’ll drive you wherever you want tomorrow.” She was trying so hard to stay careful with you despite how close she was to the end of her own rope, but all you came back with was a bullish shake of your head. “We can get your favorite pizza and try out that milkshake bar you keep trying to drag us to-”

“Oh yes, surely bargaining with your brat of a ghost will make her behave better!” Nat must’ve wandered into the closet based on how far away she sounded, too far to argue with even if you did want to dig yourself a deeper hole by defying both your girlfriends. 

“Shut up, Tasha, you’re such a pain.” It was a muttered jab, Wanda now bored of arguing and your withdrawal. So what if she had to coax you into it, she missed watching your sweet, unguarded face fall apart before her. She tried not to hold it against you too much; obviously you were so worn out you didn’t know what to do with yourself, but she couldn’t shake her annoyance completely. 

Playing nice wasn’t working anymore; maybe you’d settle faster if she let you be as invisible as you’re pretending. “She wasn’t difficult until you got here. I think showing off to you so much is making her pick up bad habits.”

“I don’t have bad habits- fuck…!” She shut you up with a too far thrust, fingertips pressing painfully deep. You weren’t a brat, not to Natasha and certainly not to Wanda, tired hips finally trying to match the latter’s motions just to prove you were ready to be cooperative again, but you’d blown your chances for Wanda’s grace and now she wasn’t listening.

Despite your denial, Wanda let you finish for the sole purpose of making you feel how obvious of a lie you’d spun. “Ignore me all you want, but we all know what your needy little cunt was after.”

You were certain she’d shove you off, roll you over, something with how she might as well have spat her last sentence at you, but instead of the absence of her, you got more. Wanda didn’t let up for a second, pistoning in and out all while settling into a casual conversation with her wife who’d just flopped down on the opposite side of the bed.

“I-I’m…” Oh. Wanda’s thumb brushed over your neglected clit like it was nothing more than a fidget toy, flicking back and forth while you fought a losing battle over control of your body. You pawed at her clumsily, legs scrambling for purchase as you tried to lift up for just a second and break free, but all your struggles were no match for Wanda’s strength. “Mommy?”

No response. For you, at least. Wanda was busy locking lips with Natasha, a quick squeak of her own pulled as Nat nipped along the corners of her mouth. “I wish you could’ve seen all of the costumes today, Tasha. I sent pictures, but with no text back I assumed you were busy all day.” 

She had to hear you, impossible to miss with how you not only called out her name repeatedly but kissed apologies along her sternum, pleading for acknowledgement. And yet, Wanda didn’t seem to spare you a single thought. Her hands stayed firm on either side of your lower half, one splayed over the small of your back to keep you still and the other inspecting an ever-growing mess, the heavy drag of her so intense you were toeing the edge of a second climax within minutes. 

If Natasha paid you any mind, you couldn’t tell, but her sympathy was rare, always the one warning Wanda against being too forgiving. Her current affection was the only thing keeping Wanda from snapping on you entirely though, knowing as much as she was focusing on getting you ready for bed, Wanda was fighting sleep too and it was making her moodier by the second. “You should’ve taken my text back as a reminder that I don’t wear Halloween costumes, sneaky wife of mine.”

Great, both her partners chose to be difficult tonight. “Why can’t either of you just listen to me?” 

“Ohh look who’s a brat now, Wanda. Do you hear yourself?” Nat was muffled from where you were under your blanket shield, but her snark was still clear as day. 

Wanda took her mounting frustrations out physically, cruelly pulling her hand away and wrenching out of Natasha’s reach mid-kiss. The two of you shared a disappointed whine, immediately suffering the consequences of your actions, but Wanda didn’t care. “It’s for a few hours for one night! It won’t kill you, I gave you an outfit once before-”

“Put your hand back, mommy, I was so close!” 

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know better.” Wanda did return her hand in the form of a rapid succession of slaps, the thick, wet sounds of her open palm meeting your soaked, puffy core humiliating you beyond belief. It hurt, yes, but as the sting lingered it only stoked your desire for her further and as you pinned your lover’s hand between you and her thigh, you found you hadn’t lost a single bit of your need. 

Learning from your mistake, you didn't push her, whining and pathetically getting yourself off while Wanda went back to coercing Natasha into Halloween fun. Obedience won you back some favor, three fingers now stretching you ruthlessly, second orgasm hitting you by surprise and bleeding straight into the third. 

Somewhere around then was where you lost track of their conversation, Wanda and Natasha bickering back and forth slowly being drowned out by the ever-louder ringing of your ears. Your muscles went slack, jaw hanging open, drooling onto her wrinkling pajama shirt as you relented to Wanda’s torture and the pleasure she kept you so hooked on. 

“Too much- I can’t, I can’t..!” You stammered out, fisting the mattress in a desperate plea for mercy. Everything ached, but you felt as though you were flying, soaring high above the house and into the dark city skies— and oh how you longed to fall right back into Wanda’s arms.

The older woman backed off almost too easily, returning to the gentle caresses she’d started with, “My hand’s tired, honey.” 

You thought that’d be the end of it, that you’d stay here until you sailed into pleasant dreams, but then you were being rolled over and instead of hitting the mattress, your back met the sturdy warmth of Natasha’s lap. Relaxing there was all too easy, head rolling back onto her shoulder, moving without resistance as Nat’s fingers took hold of your chin and turned it until she could kiss you, deep and greedy. “Look at you, all fucked out already… Wanda, what’d you do to her?”

“Nothing she didn’t enjoy, whether she admits it or not. ” How Wanda managed to find her way to her knees so quickly was beyond you, but you didn’t have it in you to question. Lacquered nails slowly scratched over your pelvis where you still felt so tingly while Natasha took the opportunity to massage your newly exposed breasts, four hands exploring your exhausted body. 

It was the same type of adoration you’d hid from earlier, but you were long past shying away now. You’d had more than enough of being ignored for a good while. “Hold her for me while I finish, you know how I hate messes in bed.”

Eyes you could barely manage to keep open peered past where Nat was groping you to see Wanda tie her hair back before settling onto her stomach, shuffling forward until she was close enough to nuzzle her cheek into your soft thighs. When she kissed your clit, you mewled, oversensitive from Wanda’s earlier abuse. “Mommy.. hurts..” 

“Hush, baby, I’m only cleaning you up. I’d never hurt you,” Wanda whispered it so lovingly you had no choice to concede, discovering in the next second that even if you wanted to close your legs you couldn’t, Natasha’s own holding yours apart. She licked and sucked carefully, lulling your tired brain back into blissful nothingness. 

The last thing you remember is Natasha’s deep voice right in your ear, your nipples caught between her calloused fingers as she rolled them in time with her wife’s tongue lapping at your leaking entrance. “Go to sleep, little dove, we’ll tuck you in safe and sound… and I promise to wake you up when I’m done with mommy.”

#I had to finish formatting this at work on my phone so if you see any issues uh… no you don’t 💖 #private hire au #wandanat x reader #wandanat x reader fic #wandanat x reader smut #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #maximotts kinktober #kinktober #motts writes.

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𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑚 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: yea maybe this took me weeks to write... what about it.. this is the toy being mentioned btw

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut of the fluffy kind; toy use (vibrators); innocence kink gf/ corruption kink gf central; R continues to be a meanie to Wanda just for her own enjoyment, but she's a simp

words: 5.1k

summary: my soul to keep AU; Wanda hates being apart so much... you find a solution. For your own benefit of course, completely. Definitely not because you like her

my soul to keep series. 

“Are you going to send me home now?” 

Wanda knew the time of day; she grew to despise sunsets whenever she was with you. Since that first night outside, you’d been a bit more lenient, letting her stay and snooze for a while before you personally escorted her as far as you could to the boundary without detection. Sometimes if she protested enough you gave in and settled in for another night under the stars.

Those nights where she laid against your warm figure, snuggled into your chest with your arms covering her own, were her favorite. Nothing compared to the slow rhythm of your heartbeat as she fell asleep. You’d never said it aloud, but you loved holding Wanda at night too, knowing she was safe and sound and cared for. Even so, it was still outside and the longer the two of you spent together in the open, the more you risked being seen by another angel or worse, some ravenous night creature. “Do you want to go home?”

You were playing with her hair when she whipped around, shaking her head so violently you were shocked it didn’t fall off her shoulders. “You already know the answer to that question.”

Wanda hadn’t realized how lonely she was until you came along; now she knew that even her “friends” weren’t really that and with her family long gone, Wanda’s apartment always felt like it was missing something. She would love to bring you over, make you dinner, really do anything with you, but there was no way you could come close to her building. You never let her think about visiting yours; Wanda could go, but she’d be a target for sure. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to protect her from that danger, but it was a situation you’d rather keep clear of.

“Hmm…” It had taken what you charted as a few months to find the perfect solution. Something quiet, out of the way, but not difficult for either of you to get to. The hardest part was keeping it a secret; each milestone you passed working on your surprise, you wanted to come clean. Especially when Wanda gave you the saddest puppy eyes every night you stayed firm and told her to go home. She looked so dejected whenever she couldn’t convince you and it was those times you made sure to send her an extra heart or two in a text. 

Only to placate her, nothing else. 

Now that your surprise was done, it was only a matter of time before you could finally share… you just hoped Wanda appreciated it. “I have something for you. Would you like to see it?” 

She ignored the apparent change of subject in favor of whatever it was you had for her; maybe you wouldn’t make her beg to stay tonight. “Stop asking me stupid questions, of course, I want to see!” Wanda held out her hands eagerly, sadness forgotten while she awaited her gift. She was so excited, you almost hated that your surprise was a bit of a walk away. To you, it was worth the wait.

You got to your feet and helped Wanda to hers, dusting her off as if you’d accidently dropped your favorite toy in the dirt. “Come with me, I swear you’ll like it.” Wanda waved away her confusion when she noticed you were walking the opposite way of the heavens; she had never walked this far away before, she’d never had the need to. 

Everything she knew was right where she always was. You were the one thing she couldn’t have how she was now and that’s what powered her forwards, a deep desire to change into whatever it was that would let her stay by your side.

Wanda was too lost in her thoughts to remember how long they’d walked, but the sun had almost fully set by the time they got to your destination. Hidden behind a small collection of trees and bushes, you pushed open the short metal gate you’d fixed up just that morning as a finishing touch and stepped aside for Wanda to see what you’d been so eager to show off.

The small house was cute, nothing like she’d ever think you’d pay attention to, much more… for her? No, you hadn’t done this for her, just for the convenience, if this was even what you were trying to show her. Wanda hated thinking that you might be pulling some prank, taking her to some sweet cottage just to laugh at the hope that it’d been put together for her. “This… is it?” 

“So you can stop bugging me to stay, yes.” And so hopefully she’d choose to stay longer. 

“You’re always going on about wanting to do stuff together and this way, we can. When you want… no pressure..” As you watched Wanda’s shocked expression, fixed on the house, you realized this might have looked too forward. It wasn’t like you were asking her to move in. You both still had your own spaces, you could just… be with each other more. 

Wanda was fun to be around.

“You bought this…? For us?” Wanda finally looked at you, eyes filled to the brim with tears you couldn’t tell were happy or sad yet. Those ambiguous tears scared you; she was so emotional and you were the opposite. As fun as it was to overwhelm her, it was never your goal to do so in a truly negative way.

“Bought is a strong word. I’d put it more as ‘no one was using the space and I see it every day so I just… took it.’ Now, it’s mine.” There were no rules against stealing or squatting as a demon, but from the dirt and grime you’d had to scrub from this house top to bottom, no one would be coming after you to claim the property. The longer Wanda stayed silent, the more your uncertainty grew. Maybe this was too much. Of course it was too much; you’d gotten a house for the girl you had a weird, sadistic crush on. “You don’t have to go in. I’d completely understand if you’re uncomfort-”

“I love it.” She spoke matter-of-factly, walking to the front door without another word. Wanda always wanted a house, but never saw the point in it; what’s the use in a house with no one to share it with? But you’d unknowingly given her a dream she’d long given up on and no matter what the reason, her heart currently felt so fully she could burst. Wanda walked through the rooms excitedly, checking each to discover what they held and as you followed her through the house, you’d never been more grateful to have taken time to clean and furnish the place. She lingered in the kitchen, gushing over the thought of making you breakfasts— you weren’t one to eat much, but if she was that set on it, you’d oblige.

The bedroom was Wanda’s favorite on sight; it was cozy and warm as soon as she stepped past the threshold and she already couldn’t wait to lay down on the bed for a proper sleep. You stood in the doorway, watching her flit about from one corner to another, admiring each new thing she discovered. Wanda was the definition of a pretty sight; you could look at her forever.

When she acknowledged your presence again, it was with clear joy, rushing over to crash into you, bombarding you with a kiss to every part of your face she could reach. “You are the sweetest, you know that? I can’t believe you did all of this!” 

She was as giddy as a schoolgirl with how she was smothering you with affection and you let some emotion spring to the surface, returning her love with a few kisses to her happy cheeks; she was too precious not too. “Only so I don’t have to feel bad making you go home. You don’t make saying no to you very easy.”

Wanda grinned, grabbing your hand in both of hers. One look at the nervous shift in your eyes and she saw right through you. “Awww, you don’t like me leaving either.” 

“Just because you’re here sometimes doesn’t mean I’ll go soft on you. It’s still late and you should be in bed.” You ignored Wanda’s confused groan, ushering her over to the closet across the room. In bed, yes, but sleeping was the last thing on your mind.

“That’s not fair, I never go to bed this early.” Wanda protested, choosing to ignore the yawn that followed. Now that she had the space to spend as much time with you as she could, Wanda wanted to stay up forever, even if it was only to look at you.

“My house, my rules, angel.” That was a line you’d fully cash in on starting today.

Currently this was your favorite part of the house— a set of outfits you’d picked out just for Wanda. You told yourself it was because it’d look weird for her to be constantly carrying clothes back and forth, but really you were way too excitedly buying clothes on the internet for her to ever use that excuse. “You’re being silly…I can’t pick.”

You were already tying her hair back, undoing the zipper that held her dress together at the sides. There were a great many instances you’d dreamt of having her truly all to herself like this; you wanted the first time to be special. The soft drop of fabric never came, Wanda choosing to hold it to her body in a telltale moment of shyness. Still, she backed into you and you hoped you could still see your plan through. “I’ll choose for you. I can dress you up all pretty and then we can do whatever you want.  How’s that?”

“Only if it’s anything I want…” Wanda mumbled, stepping forward just enough where you thought she was going to rush into the bathroom. She surprised you when she stopped at the mirror next to the wooden wardrobe and finally let her dress fall, leaving her in her typical white undergarments. What she wore looked nothing like the things you’d filled the closet with, but you’d never mentioned having a problem with it. Wanda didn’t see the point in redressing really, but she stayed still as you unfastened her bra and didn’t protest when you had her stepping out of her underwear. 

Leaving her only for a few seconds, you snatched the short piece of chosen lingerie from the hanger before hurrying back to Wanda and guiding her arms above her head. You noticed her shiver, the house not having heated up fully yet, and while you were eager to see what she looked like in the silk teddy, you could never resist a chance to play with her. “I’m sorry you’re cold. We’ll fix you right up after I’m through, promise.” Wanda nodded, completely unaware how exactly you planned to warm her past the warm cuddles she loved so much. 

Mindful of her wings, the dress slid over her head easily, soft fabric brushing her goosebumped skin and providing no warmth, but she saw how you stared at her now —a dark look Wanda only caught every once in a while— and she couldn’t help but feel that little flutter deep in her belly. “Do I look okay?”

“Oh darling, you look much more than okay. I just forgot one thing, stay right there.” When you’d first bought it a few weeks ago, you were unsure if you’d ever use it, but seeing Wanda now standing in the clothes you’d bought for her, in the private place you’d set up for just them, you knew this would be a perfect time to introduce something else new to Wanda. 

It wasn’t a big object, Wanda barely saw what you had in your hand before you were right in front of her again. Even then, she couldn’t make sense of the thin straps hanging from the small silicone piece in your hand besides noting it was shaped like a butterfly. It didn’t look like it should function as anything, but once you were guiding her legs through the loops and letting the main part rest against her mound, she had questions. 

“Is this part of the dress?” Surely it couldn’t be; what was the point of having something decorative under lingerie? Wanda was already certain this wasn’t the type outfit you’d let her outside in anyways. 

“It’s a special toy just for you,” Wanda had to turn her head when you knelt before her, kissing the tops of her thighs while you adjusted the new addition until it nestled right against her sex. A strong hand gripped her leg to settle her squirming, letting your lips trail over the junction of her hips, “You’ve been so agreeable and I’ve been waiting to spoil you just a little.” 

Since day one, Wanda had been warned away from indulgence of any kind— she’d never been great at obeying that rule. Maybe not fully spoiled, but well sheltered, Wanda couldn’t see too much harm in letting you take care of her. She liked the attention, loved it even, and the more things she tried for you meant more time spent together and she’d never say no to that. Being here in this space meant she didn’t have to worry about going home to her empty apartment tonight at least and she hoped that maybe, just maybe, if she continued being good you’d let her stay longer than one night. 

“Can it be my turn now?” Her hopeful question met confused ears, having completely forgotten you’d promised to let her decide how you spent the rest of the night. You cracked a smile before Wanda could ask again, standing and slipping the tiny remote she hadn’t yet spotted into your back pocket. She shifted in place just enough to be noticeable, still worried that you might go back on your promise. 

But you’d let her have her fun. Whatever it was, you’d already ensured you’d be having yours at some point as well. “So eager… Did you already have something in mind?” 

Her quick nod confirmed it, face lifting in excitement. “Okay uh… get on the bed… please!” Wanda followed her own command before you could, climbing atop the large mattress and letting it bounce as she folded her legs under her. The dress you’d picked accentuated each movement and it sat perfectly on her hips as she settled in the middle of the bed. 

A small piece of you toyed with just turning your device on now, sitting back and watching Wanda twist and writhe on the bed you’d made up just for her. She was too trusting for her own good, seemingly not a singular sense of danger in her pretty little head. With this house, you could do anything to her, an angel captive in a demon’s new dwelling… and your favorite plaything had just walked right in. Thankfully all you wanted was her and you loved her silly games and naivety— Wanda didn’t know how lucky she was you’d been the one to find her that first day. 

After kicking your shoes off, you took your place in front of her, sitting with your legs crossed and waiting for your next instruction. When none came, you knew you’d have to prompt her into her own idea. “You know you didn’t have to claim a turn just for me to sit and admire how beautiful you are.” 

Wanda blushed at that, watching your hands slide up her bare thighs slowly. She still didn’t understand the point of wearing what you’d put her in, but the one glimpse she caught of herself certainly didn’t make her displeased with her appearance. If you liked it as well, handing her compliments that she’d always seen her friends get, but never received herself, Wanda would put on whatever you chose. It fit, really, considering her game was also inspired by what she’d only observed from afar. 

At parties her friends would leave her, often with another partner, promising they’d be back, but almost never actually returning. She knew they’d picked some private room or another, and only knew parts of what they’d gotten up to by listening to them gossip in the days following. Maria was the loudest of them all, always bragging about who’d she’d kissed and how they’d behaved. Wanda didn’t understand most of it and whenever she asked for clarification, they’d laugh and tell her to grow up, but she knew enough to know their activities started with a kiss. 

That’s what she wanted. Not just one kiss, or the few stolen kisses you’d given her whenever you’d met so far. She wanted whatever her friends did; Wanda didn’t know how to ask for it, but she was sure you knew enough to catch on to what she wanted. Hopefully. “I think we should kiss now.” 

Her determined face was the only thing that held back your laughter; Wanda was serious. “We had to sit here to kiss?” You gripped her thighs just enough to pull her a tiny bit closer, just to be able to lean in and reach her lips at will. You’d done it every time you’d seen her; Wanda knew she didn’t have to do all this for a simple kiss. 

“Sometimes people kiss on beds or rooms! They’re gone for a long time and it’s… different. Show me.” Wanda leant forward now, her arms resting loosely on your shoulders. “I know you know, you said I could have anything.” The tip of her nose brushed yours before she closed the distance for a second, just to kiss your cupid’s bow. True, Wanda didn’t know what she wanted, but she trusted you not to steer her wrong. You’d promised to show her things, to make her feel ways she never thought existed. Now that you couldn’t tell her it was too late or not safe outside, it seemed like the perfect time to ask. “Please…”

“Wanda…” Suddenly the toy you picked wasn’t enough; you wanted to fuck her. Take her and give her everything she was too sweet to know yet. It’d be so easy to push her back, fill her until she was crying and shaking… but no, that was too much for her right now. You’d keep Wanda as innocent as possible until she was begging for it, but when she did, you wanted her to know exactly what she was asking for. It wouldn’t be as fun any other way. 

You’d show her exactly what she was missing and tell her all about it while you did so that when you’d finally had enough, when your patience with your game had run thin and you were ready to give Wanda what she was unknowingly asking for now, you could make her beg explicitly for what she needed.

Maybe it was torturous, but Wanda wouldn’t know any better.

“That’s not a thing good girls ask for, you know?” Pulling back left Wanda pouting, upset that it seemed as though you too were denying her. Poor thing, you couldn’t say no to her forever. “I never said I wouldn’t do it, you’re just not ready for all of that yet! Don’t you want to be a good little angel?”

“I am good!” Wanda insisted, offended that you’d ever think of her as anything else. “Please can we just kiss then? I won’t ask for anything else today.” It was a fair bargain, all things considered. You still owed her and you could show her your new toy without letting her get too carried away. 

You pretended to think it over before nodding, cupping her face in your hands. You gave her cheeks a little squish, holding her still while she wiggled happily. “Precious girl… You look so pretty, how could I not kiss you?” 

Wanda was swept away instantly, letting you take over as you laid claim to her mouth. Between kisses, you’d begun to mutter the little praises she adored— how soft her lips were, the tiny noises she made whenever you nipped at them— each word sent sparks through her system until Wanda could feel the telltale tug begin low in her belly. The urge to shut her legs was strong, but she resisted, wanting to at least look like she was more resilient to you than this.

It really was so easy to stay against her lips forever; something about Wanda tasted inherently sweet, addictive… you had to have as much as you could from her. To Wanda, kisses were mostly short things, content to press your lips together in a series of pecks. So far that’s most of what you’d given her; if it was anything more, you’d been slow and careful. When your tongue slipped past her lips, more possessive than gentle now, Wanda shied away. 

But you were quick to bring her back. “I thought you wanted to learn? Let me take care of you, just follow my lead…” 

“O-Okay…” All Wanda could do was follow, opening her mouth readily this time when your tongue asked for entry. The smooth muscle ran along the perfect row of her teeth, but this time when it disappeared, you took hers with it, sucking on her tongue until you pulled a soft whine from her throat. She didn’t hate it, not in the slightest. In fact, Wanda wanted more instantly, pushing forward now each time you tried pulling back. Finally she felt she understood what was so good about a proper set of kisses; the closeness of a partner, of you, was something she wanted forever. 

Wanda was so caught up in what you were doing to her mouth, she missed your free hand slipping away from her and into your pocket, retrieving the remote you’d tucked away easily. The first vibration caught her by surprise, low and steady, just enough to be noticeable. She wanted to ask, but you barely gave her a minute to breathe, much less get a thought out. 

You had her right where you wanted her, one possessive hand on the back of her neck and the other controlling the toy buzzing between her legs. Wanda knew it was your doing; it had to be. The first time she was thoroughly kissed set her senses alight— you always knew just what to do for her. You watched her struggle with the new sensation, hips jerking ever so slightly as Wanda fought to hold it back. “You always get so worked up over the simplest things, sweetheart… we’ve kissed so many times.” 

“Not like this,” Wanda protested, shifting her hips back until her hands planted on the mattress. She’d found that with her legs apart, the flutters grew stronger and although Wanda tried to pull it away, the toy was strapped securely around her… she couldn’t escape it. Wanda didn’t dare to think about taking the small piece off herself; she wasn’t allowed to touch, especially not when you played. Not that she wanted to. “It’s tingly again..” 

“That’s what you asked for. Why else do you think people spend so much time in those rooms, hm?” You gave her mouth a break, sloppy kisses trailing down the column of Wanda’s throat. She was still squirming, rocking against nothing, getting used to the feeling of inescapable pleasure with an accompanying chorus of stifled whimpers. “I bet your friends get touched in all sorts of naughty places and haven’t even told you. You still want to try that?”

Wanda tried to speak an agreement, but it was all just a piece of a plea, willing to agree for the benefit of the growing wetness on her sex. Any touches at all she received only deepened her need, even if right now all you did was control the devious patterns strapped flush to her. Even in the privacy of your home, Wanda was afraid to be too loud, embarrassed already with the noises she couldn’t keep in. Her apprehension wasn’t nearly enough to deter you from goading her into being vocal. “Look at my pretty angel… It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes…” Overwhelmed as she was, Wanda would never lie to you. Not when you were kissing along her shoulders so reverently and her admission was rewarded with a faster speed. Still, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying more. You were still calm so nothing could be too wrong; you’d never let her fall into something that’d harm her. “Better than the kisses you gave me there last time.” 

You scoffed at that, knowing you’d barely scratched the surface of going down on her. Perhaps if Wanda stayed around tomorrow, you’d show her that too. That would be a whole new bit of fun. “Oh no, Wanda, that’s different. Will you let me show you that too? I’ll tell you all about it and I promise you’ll be in love.”

She nodded distractedly, having sunk lower and found the edge of a soft pillow as leverage. Wanda discovered the perfect angle all on her own, having no idea how it happened, but grateful it did. Her movements were erratic still, struggling to find a steady pace, but frustratingly, you kept your hands off. The longer she went, the tighter her muscles grew, the harder she yearned to feel you on her. “I want you to touch me like you did before…” 

“Kisses only, Wanda, I promised.” In truth it was hard to keep your hands off, Wanda’s hunched over form giving you the perfect view of her breasts as they moved in time with her hips. You wanted to touch her just as much as she did, but you weren’t confident you could control herself, not when Wanda was still trying to kiss you, desperate, frantic little things just to have a bit more of you. “Besides, you’re already rubbing your needy little clit on your new toy, making our new pillows all messy… That’s better than me, you said.” 

The brunette shook her head; no mere object could make up for how your touch made her feel. If only you’d just… “N-No.. you instead…” Her eyes threatened to lose focus as she jerked particularly hard against the soft object, almost missing the satisfied grin plastered across your face. Wanda didn’t know why you looked so pleased, not when she was so close to something that threatened to overtake her senses. 

She hated that you wouldn’t touch her; Wanda would never compare you again, never insist that all she needed was a kiss. Her friends were stupid; there were things so much sweeter than a brief peck on the lips.“I feel uh.. I-I don’t know…” She knew; it was a familiar feeling, but she still lacked the words to tell you what it was. Wanda always wondered if you felt the same and if you ever gave into it.

Every time without fail Wanda ended up like this, on the precipice of something she couldn’t explain, but wanted to feel so badly she could scream. Soon it was hard for Wanda to keep her mouth closed, the vibrations sending pleasure so intense she was near panting. You loved her like this, toying with the remote until you leveled out the vibrations, giving Wanda a break before she fell over the edge you weren’t ready for her to get to yet. She took a few deep breaths, thinking she’d managed… until you turned the vibrator right back up again. “W-Wait!”

Wanda nearly doubled over, weak arms almost buckling under the force of being edged. Everything was so sensitive, too sensitive, and no matter how hard she flailed, the toy remained secure. If she was going to find out what this intensity meant for the first time, she needed it to be by your hand. That, she was set on. “Turn it off…”

“Off? But I thought you liked how it tickled?” Hungry eyes raked over her shaking form shamelessly, the thin straps of her outfit falling off her shoulders in Wanda’s distress. You wanted to rip it from her, ruin the dress you’d bought just to watch her naked and desperate right in front of you. Saliva coated your sharp teeth, the urge to tear the garment to shreds rising as Wanda reached out for you, crawling the short distance to fall against your chest limply. “You look so pretty dripping all over the sheets… What’s the matter, sweet thing?”

“I-I can’t.. I can’t, please!” If you’d let the toy go a moment longer, Wanda would’ve cum, her stomach twisted in such a knot the throbbing lingered throughout her core. She relaxed against you with a huff, her entire upper body weight hung about your neck; thankfully you could hold her with no problem. Frustrated as she was, Wanda nuzzled into the crook of your neck, mumbling something that sounded like a plea for more. She always wanted the ‘more’ part; one day soon you’d tell Wanda what it was. 

You let her settle finally, staying silent until Wanda’s breathing evened out, savoring the feeling of being allowed to hold her once more. Her clean outfit was wrinkled now, yet again leaving her cold, but without fail, your own body kept hers warm. She truly was tired now, worn out by your games, but Wanda needed to know one last thing. “Do you think I’m a good kisser?”

This time no matter how serious the question, you had to laugh. Of course that’s what Wanda worried about the most. Your lips met her forehead in quiet reassurance, giving her something to focus on as you gingerly shimmied the toy from her legs. You hadn’t just been teasing her earlier, Wanda truly had made a bit of a mess, inner thighs coated with her slick, and you just couldn’t help yourself. Two fingers dragged through Wanda’s sex, savoring how her muscles twitched against your legs, how she let you use her even in her oversensitive state. She turned away when you cleaned your fingers loudly, messily, ashamed of how wet she’d gotten just from kisses and a quick little game. 

But you forced her head back when you were done, smashing your lips together until you were sure Wanda could taste herself on your tongue. She was sure she’d hate it, but now her eyes threatened to roll back into her skull. When you pulled away, Wanda was truly dazed, face flushed and eyes glassy— fuck, she was perfect. Wet fingers went to squish her pink cheeks once more and you found yourself returning her lazy smile, “The best kisser I’ve ever had.”

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SW Wanda instructing you how to make MILF Wanda cum hardest when

sorry actually i dont take requests 🤨🙄

#motts tag #(ill write u good mommies smut soon i swear)

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franklin mott should have been on true blood longer than he was. he was batshit insane, i loved it so much 😂

#geez... the urge to write for true blood is insane... #like no one would read it... the fandom is basically dead right ?? #but there's franklin and eric and bill and sam like 😍 #hmm things to think about #franklin mott #true blood #'s' rewatches true blood #'s' speaks

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Had a very terrible day today after a series of very terrible days and had a mental breakdown sob session in my car in the rapid fired pizza parking lot, wrote something down in my notes app, got my pizza and went about my day. Totally forgot what I wrote, just looked at it …

Like girl …….

#mott txt #I mean it kinda slaps but too real #I do this a lot where I have a mental break down and have to write the weird mantra thought that’s in my head SOMEWHERE or it won’t go away #but I also have this same thought whenever I’m really upset. its always ‘I want to go home’ but it’s not that I want to go home #it’s complicated to explain but it’s always been a weird feeling #it’s a feeling like I want to run SOMEHWHERE but it doesn’t exist. idk man