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Controversially older rich mommy Wanda who can get away with doing anything to you because of how rich she is 💞💞

I am now thinking dark! Mommy Wanda thoughts like her being able to kidnap you and the law just turns away because she's paid them off and they return you to her whenever you try and run away... or the people in town just turning a blind eye whenever Wanda brings you out for some fresh air, since they just got funding from Wanda to build better roads and more parks for their kids and better schools

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Dom!reader x sub!scarletella

Warning: fictional stuff - stimulation through a separate object (?), inspired by some fanarts (artists are amazing), teasing, degrading pet names

I’m seeing so many fanarts that have this implanted and I HAVE to do something about my horniness that’s holding me back from working so, as far as I understand, for mr. Scarlettela his real body is his umbrella or it’s at least connected to him - anyway, can’t believe I’m writing about homicipher bruh, I feel ashamed T^T

!!Spoiler warning!! This is not canon but has some elements from it

He is a good boy, he really is! Well, maybe not at all times, but he’s trying his best for you. And haven’t you seen just how much he loves and trusts you? He’s basically devoted to you! Like a faithful follower~ Handing the red umbrella he always carries over to you so easily, when he normally would never let anyone touch it, let alone give or lend it. It’s just proof of how much he likes you!

So why were you so mean and destroyed it? You like him, didn’t you know that his umbrella is connected to him? Why were you hurting him. He didn’t understand, he didn’t even know what to do. Because in the end, he still liked you.

Now this over 8 feet tall creature was kneeling in front of you, head lowered in confusion as he stared at the concrete floor. You were still holding the now broken umbrella, scoffing as you stared down at his rather pathetic form. It wasn’t entirely broken, just some bend metal and rough ends, or a little tear here and there. Yet for some reason his clothes were torn and disheveled, hands shaking slightly as he kept mumbling the words ‘I don’t understand’ or ‘I like you’ over and over again. At first he seemed intimidating, but now you didn’t have an ounce of fear left.

There must have been a connection between him and this umbrella. Instead of speculating, best just ask him.

Slowly you pointed the long object in your hand at him, the tip pushed below his chin as you made him look up at you. His round, almost completely dark eyes stared right at you, one side was covered by his crimson hair. There were tears steaming down his cheeks, he was crying, how unexpected. The two of you locked eyes for a few seconds, and you wondered what you should do about this crazed man.

While their language was hard to grasp at first, you were getting the hang of it by now. “This umbrella, is you?” The meaning of the question itself was unbelievable, but since this ghost realm exists, maybe your hypothesis wasn’t that out of place. “Yes. Me body.” Look at that, you were right. That explains why he suddenly got so sad. You groaned internally and pulled your arm back, using the umbrella as a cane instead.

As you were still thinking over your next step, his hands reached out to you hesitantly, and softly tugged at the ends of your coat. After stretching the fabric out a little, he leaned his forehead against it, mumbling almost inaudibly, “please don’t go, I like you.” You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth subconsciously moving upwards as you snickered, “What?” His grip got a little tighter and his hand trembled from tensing his muscles so much, then he said a little louder, “I like you, don’t you like me?”

God you wanted to laugh, this was so sad it was laughable. How in the world did he come to that conclusion? In that moment, you had a lot to say t0 him, but due to the language barrier you couldn’t convey it really well. So you just talked to yourself, needing some time to vent.

“Oh you poor thing.” You chuckled in your own language, the one he didn’t understand. “What am I supposed to do with a perv like you?” He looked up at you again, wanting to ask what you said if not for your shoes that were pressing against his chest. “..what?” The person- or monster asked, but he didn’t resist your touch and leaned back, following your guidance. From earlier up to this point, he has been kneeling, just this time he was also using his arms behind his back to stabilise himself.

Without changing the almost arrogant look in your eyes, you used the gift he gave you to trace some imaginary lines on his body. The tip glided from his jawline to the tip of his chin, and you asked, “your name?” The heavy tension was something he also caught on, and he hesitated, not knowing to what this would lead. He shook his head, forcing out a “don’t know…”

You hummed slowly, showing you understood the message. Nonetheless, you continued to move the tip down his neckline all the way to his toned collarbones, “I’ll give you a name.” His eyes widened even more, it made him look objectively creepier, but you thought he looked like a dumb puppy. All big eyed, bearing a deep need and raw desire in his pupils. “How about,” then, just like drawing with a stick in the mud, you traced the word, “Scarlet,” over his chest, simultaneously voicing out the word.

He shuddered as the hard surface scribbles around his torso, squeezing his lips together while he tried to stay still for you. You weren’t being exactly gentle there. When you stopped to glance at him, he quickly nodded. That wasn’t the end to your little play yet, and you slid the pointy end across his abs and stomach, down to his thighs, making him spread them a little wider, “I gave you a name, so you’ll be my servant from now on. Understood?” This has been said in your language, but you hoped he’ll get the overall meaning.

Again he nodded. In his head, being your servant meant you liked him, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t keep him around! So how could he ever say no.

“Use your mouth.” You ordered, digging the tip into his flesh a little, and he answered shortly after, “I understand, me happy.” Sweat was forming on his forehead, and his previous crying ceased. Instead a faint taint of pink covered his cheeks, and he stared at you almost manically. “Good.” You said, which was basically a praise— right? —and he smiled, a shaky, breathless one.

A little behind you was a chair, and you dragged it closer to the still kneeling man below you. Even you were starting to get tired of standing, so you sat down in a comfortable position. “What now.” You said to yourself, not really paying him any attention anymore. It would be nice if you had a collar, would red or black look better on him? But your resources were limited, and you didn’t exactly have a lot of things with you as well. That’s when you absentmindedly thought over what you did own.

Besides that crowbar you’ve found down here, you really didn’t have a lot. Well, you also had a broken umbrella now— hold up, that’s right, you own him now. A rather sadistic thought came to mind, and you pondered to what limit you could control him with this red, unusual umbrella. Would he feel your presence when you just hold it? You got lost in your thoughts again, fumbling with the torn textile and the handle. This didn’t stop until a strange sound caught your attention.

Your eyes left the red batch of fabric in your hands, and instead wandered to the other red thing in the room. He crawled into a ball, arms folded in front of his body while his head pressed against the ground. It looked like he was in pain again, though you weren’t sure if these noises were whimpers of pain or pleasure. “You okay?” You eventually asked, and he whispered in a higher pitch, “me okay..!”

Once again your gaze returned to the umbrella. He must be in this state due to something you did, and so you tightened your grip around the handle while mindlessly drawing a line with your index finger on the panel. As expected, his shoulder jerked upwards even more, and he rolled more together, as if he wanted to take up as little space as possible. His entire body was twitching, also for some reason his coat was only hanging off his arms now.

“You are into it.” You commented, not even too shocked to learn this rather unnecessary fact. At least you can have your fill of fun with this. “What about this?” Suddenly you started moving your hand up and down the handle, rubbing the umbrella panel with the other hand. It was a truly humbling experience to do something implied sexual to a literal object, but your eyes were glued to the ghost before you, so you didn’t even notice how weird it must have looked.

And sure enough, there was a change in his behaviour, he got louder. Your smile widened involuntarily, and your pace also got quicker and rougher. Oh fucking hell, if he was really feeling that kind of sensations, you won’t be able to stop yourself. It was like you were hypnotised, concentrated on nothing but his expressions. On the different ways his face twisted into one of ecstasy.

A big, dark, lunatic grin, paired with fanatic eyes that were ripped wide open. Some hints of a scarlet blush covering his face while sweat rolled down his face. Those perverse sounds he made were proof of the probably internal pleasure he felt, and he quivered all over, still bend down on the floor. Now that you’ve got a better grasp of what was happening, you realized he was crawled together to hide something.

“Ngh, hgGnn- ah..! Please…♥︎～” he whined at your feet, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and landing on the floor. You’ve been fumbling with the handle for some time, so you’ve gotten bored again and was curious about if the textile was a part of his being as well. Without a second thought, you simply stuck two fingers between the folds, and you were met with a heavily muffled moan.

“Arghhh-…MmmHFfffF～ ♡♡♥︎” Once he felt your touch, he bit into his own palm to quiet himself down. At some point he started crying again, glistening tears decorating his already ruined face. You didn’t think his reaction would be this good, this lewd, whatever you did, he must have liked it a lot. Which is why, despite the absurdity of your actions, you moved your fingers in and out of the holes or just randomly caressed whatever part you felt like touching.

Out of nowhere you felt something tugging at your coat again, it gave off a sense of Deja vu. Of course it was him, who was only pinching the corner of it with a shaky hand. His grip had lost any strength compared to before, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. “What?” You asked him, though you didn’t stop your administrations. He cried out when he opened his mouth to speak, breaking down in front of you, for your entertainment only.

“Haaaa-HnnGh… wait, p-please wait-!♡” Was he telling you it was too much? It’s making you want to overstimulated him even more. He was being so pathetic it was cute. Without wasting a single second, you went as fast as you could, blatantly ignoring his pleads. Based on your own observations, he must have been close, if he was similar to a real person. “Feels good?” You asked, to make sure he was alright. He didn’t reply again and only nodded all weakly, but you’ll let it slide this time.

He felt so hot and strange, it was a nice but unfamiliar feeling. Not only that, he felt something burning building up inside him and it was threatening to spill. That’s why he wanted you to slow down. Poor thing was confused, absolutely baffled what this warm feeling was. Is it love? It must be love. He loved you and you loved him after all. All in all it wasn’t a bad feeling, and since you seemed happy, he is too!

Another sudden wave of pleasure coursed through him, his eyes were clouded with lust and bliss, and the dirty whimpers that slipped past his lips got more erotic by the second. How desperate and lovesick he sounded, begging, pleading, squirming and trashing around on the spot. Thighs pressed together while his toes curled, back arched as a last moan ripped from his throat, “nnNgGHhh ♡♥︎ ♡～” Just as you predicted, that must have been his climax. Now’s the question, did he came in his pants? Did such things still have a reproductive system?

My my, it seems that is the case, whatever it was it seeped through the dark fabric of his trousers, causing an even darker spot to appear.

You only caught glimpses of it since he was hiding his own body so much, but you were content nevertheless. Since he was so obedient the entire time, you decided to be nice to him with the limited vocabulary you had. “Cute.” His kneeling figure was still shuddering and twitching, ragged gasps and pants were also coming from him. But for him, the only thing he could hear was your voice ringing and echoing in his mind, as well as the awfully loud beats of his own heart.

After all this time, you finally praised him! Well you did before but this time he was sure of it! And you found him cute! He was so happy he couldn’t stop grinning. That’s when you said, “do you want anything?” It was to kind of make up for making a fool out of him, or maybe for breaking his umbrella. He didn’t even think before quickly turning his head up, slurring out, “g-give me you name?” You blinked, that wouldn’t have been what you wished for but oh well. Right before you simply told him the answer you stopped yourself, and responded teasingly, “call me master.”

You weren’t sure if he knew the meaning behind it, but it didn’t matter. He had a blank look for a few seconds, mumbling to himself, most likely repeating that word a thousand times. While he did that, he let his head hang low again, facing the floor. His hair hid his face really well, and you couldn’t read his expression. “You alright?” You asked once the silence started to make you feel uneasy.

He placed both his hand on the floor and leaned down, until his face was hovering centimetres above your shoe, and he whispered eagerly, excessively so, “I’m happy, master. I love you.” Before kissing the tip of your shoe. You stared down in disbelief, a shiver running down your spine. He was more of a freak than you thought.

The moment he was done, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, proceeding to yank on it, making him face you on eye-level while he gasped in surprise. Your other hand clutched the umbrella more tightly, causing him to groan slightly. “Stupid dog.” You chuckled with a sinister smile spread across your face, watching as hearts appeared in the middle of his pupils.

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In a mood for spanking *sigh* all bc of this fucking manhwa…

Dom!reader x sub!character NSFW

Telling your adorable little sub that it’s a punishment, even though the mistake he made as such a small one! But because he is such a good boy, he accepts it nonetheless. Asking you nicely, “please punish me.. I deserve it.”

Have him bend over the nearest table, counter, or lean against the wall, then make him raise his hands above his head while you spank him. One slap after another, the pain and sting gradually gets more intense and so does his moans. Cute little sobs can be heard from him, as well as the occasional pleads. He’d beg in such a sweet tone, that your heart starts to melt, “Hnngh.. master, forgive me..!” Though sadly for him, it just made you want to continue! Grabbing his hair as you tell him, “count until we reach five slaps, then I’ll stop. Don’t make another mistake.”

Such an obedient boy, he’s trying, he’s really trying his best! There is nothing he hates more than being a bad boy and see you mad. Oh he’d be so eager and desperately, whining and trembling as he follows your command. Not to mention the tears rolling down his cheeks~ Despite all that, he’s enjoying it. His pants got a wet spot after all. Never did you knew hearing someone count was so erotic!

“Hah.. one, nghH- twooo~!! Ah, mhm, oh please.. three- iieekK~!!!”

After he finally reached the number five, his legs are shivering to the point he collapses to the ground. Poor baby was so overwhelmed and exhausted he couldn’t stand by himself anymore. Now, he is shaking on the ground, while the some white fluid starts to seep through his pants. Guess what it is~

Atsushi, Sigma, Gepard, Caelus, Aether, Thoma, Choso, Giyuu, rengoku + your favs <3

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Alright this image is so cool for some reason hell yeah

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Oral fixation

A cut segment from my stepmom!Wanda x reader fic (hopefully coming soon)

Cw: stepmom!Wanda, oral fixation, MOMMY ISSUES, Wanda defends the oral stage and is high key jealous of R’s actual mom. This one’s a little Freudian.

Stepmommy Wanda, seeing the way you lick your lips when you catch a glimpse of her bare chest. She watches you struggle with the sudden urge to have something in your mouth. She chuckles a little as your fingers “subtly” find their way into your mouth. It was silly. 22 was way too old to be having these urges. But it was sticking in your brain like an itch nonetheless.

You whine when she grabs your wrist and gently pulls your fingers away. Your face burns with a deep red blush as you realize she caught you. You furiously try to hide your face away, but instead you’re gently guided back to her chest.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy understands,” she soothes. “See, sometimes when mommies don’t feed their babies their milk like they’re supposed to, their babies still need to be nursed even when they grow up.”

Your face grows hot and you hide against her chest. She couldn’t seriously be okay with this, could she?

“It’s okay sweetheart. You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she assures, lifting your head and looking into your hazy eyes. “You’re too little to understand, honey. Just leave all the big girl thoughts to mommy, okay?”

You hesitantly make your way towards an exposed nipple, taking it between your lips. The relief was immediate. You thought you’d never suck on your fingers again if this was the alternative. You couldn’t help but melt into her arms.

Wanda hums in satisfaction, combing her fingers through your hair. She reaches her other hand down to caress the swell of your stomach, pretending it was filling itself with her milk. Her chest was empty, of course, but she enjoyed the fantasy regardless. What a magical thing it would be if she could provide her precious little angel with sustenance.

She was both furious and envious of your actual mother, who had every opportunity to care for you like this, and didn’t. She would’ve been so better, she thought. She would’ve cared for you like the miracle you were. But now was not a time for fury or envy. She had everything she ever wanted right here.

“Mmm that’s a good girl. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You’re doing such a good job letting mommy take care of you. I’m sorry you didn’t have a good mommy when you were little. But it’s okay. I’m here now, honey. I’m gonna take much better care of you.”

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BABYGIRL.

(wanda maximoff x fem!reader)

summary – today was the worst day of your life. everything you’d built seemed to crumble in an instant, leaving you hollow and adrift. but then there was wanda—beautiful, kind, and impossibly understanding. she didn’t ask for explanations or offer empty reassurances… just did what she did best as your girlfriend and also your mommy.

warning(s) – oneshot : hurt/comfort, mdlg, comfort nursing, nipple suckling, mommy wanda, reader needs all the hugs. (18+)

notes – hii, everyone. this is my first request ever and i’ve decided to make this a part of my unofficial mommy wanda series. i also think this is one of my fave pieces so far. thank you for reading! <3

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You stepped into the living room, exhaustion pressing down on you like a heavy weight. The soft hum of the house greeted you, but it felt quieter than usual. Normally, Wanda would be curled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over her lap and a book resting in her hands, waiting for you to come home. If not there, you'd always find her in the bedroom, lost in her novel but never too lost to look up and smile when you arrived.

Tonight, the couch was empty, so you trudged up the stairs, the day’s stress clinging to you like the dampness of your clothes. As you pushed open the bedroom door, the warm glow of a bedside lamp welcomed you. There was your girlfriend sat propped against the headboard, her book resting in her lap, and her eyes lifted to meet yours as soon as you stepped in.

“Hey, sweetheart.” She greeted, her voice soft as she set the book down. Her brow furrowed slightly as she studied your rugged state. “You look like you’ve had a hard day.”

You hesitated for a moment before shuffling toward her. She reached for you, her thumb tracing soothing circles over your knuckles, and tugged lightly, urging you to sit beside her, but instead of settling into her comforting presence, you slipped out of her hold. Without a word, you crossed the room to the wardrobe. The soft rustling of fabric filled the space as you stripped off your damp work clothes, their cold weight falling to the floor, not caring about your nakedness in front of the older woman. You reached for a familiar oversized top, one that belonged to Wanda—and still carried her subtle scent you noticed—as you brought it forward, inhaling deeply.

“What’s wrong?” She asked quietly.

You shook your head, chewing on your bottom lip as you searched for the words, refusing to look back at her. “Just everything.” You finally murmured, voice trembling, as you slipped the top over you. “Work, life—everything went wrong today.” The weight of the admission pressed down on you, and a sharp sting of embarrassment followed as you felt tears welling up, threatening to spill.

Today had been, without question, one of the worst days of your life. Nothing had gone right. Work had been a disaster—projects falling apart, deadlines missed, and criticism piling up. The disappointed look on your boss’s face wouldn’t leave your mind. Then, as if the universe wasn’t satisfied with your despair, a sudden downpour caught you unprepared. Soaked to the skin, you trudged home only to realise your headphones Wanda had gifted you were ruined beyond repair, forcing an expense you couldn’t afford. Each moment felt like another cruel twist of fate, leaving you drained, defeated, and wondering how much more you could take.

Wanda noticed your anguish, tears falling even if they were hidden behind your hands, and moved over to you. She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear you had missed. “Oh, my love.” Her tone full of compassion. “Come with me.” She urged softly, pulling you towards the bed and into her lap.

And you couldn’t hold it back anymore—the weight of it all was too much. The disappointment in yourself, the crushing realisation that normal life felt like an insurmountable mountain, left you trembling. A choked sob escaped your lips, then another, breaking free like cracks in a dam. She wrapped her arms around you, her embrace firm yet tender, grounding you as you leaned fully into her.

After a moment, when your tears had finally stopped, you felt her hands under your shirt shift, gliding tenderly from your back to trace slow, soothing circles along your pelvis, up passed your breasts, and to your collarbone. Her touch was deliberate, grounding, yet charged with an unspoken intimacy.

“Baby,” she murmured softly, her voice a velvet caress that pulled your attention, “do you need Mommy to make you feel all better?”

Normally, words like these from her would ignite a fire, turning the world into a hazy blur where nothing else mattered. She had a way of consuming you entirely, of making you forget everything—even your own name and especially what had you so overwhelmed. Sex with Wanda always helped. But tonight, the pressure of the day lingered, sitting heavy on your chest, and even her gentle allure felt like too much. You turned your face slightly, unable to meet her gaze, the vulnerability too raw to confront.

“Not… not like that.” You mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of exhaustion and nervous hesitation.

Her hands immediately retracted from underneath, but climbed back up to cup your face. She wanted you to look at her as you spoke, but she knew how nervous you were right now. It was clear that whatever you wanted was new territory for you both. And so, her thumb stilled on your cheek as she studied you closely. “Okay. Tell me what you need, sweet girl.”

Your throat tightened as the words clawed at the back of your mind, desperate to be spoken yet caught in the tangle of your hesitation. The thought had crossed your mind—a quiet, intimate need, something grounding and nurturing—but it felt too vulnerable, too strange to voice aloud. “I…” You started, the single syllable trembling before it broke apart. You lowered your eyes, shaking your head as your unspoken longing clung to your lips. Silence stretched between you, but her eyes never wavered from you.

Patience was one of Wanda’s greatest virtues.

“I don’t know how to say it.” You admitted in a whisper, the confession spilling from your lips like a fragile thread of truth.

“Just try, darling?” Wanda prompted, her voice a soft coaxing.

“But it’s… weird.” You replied, still avoiding her eyes.

She shifted closer, wrapping her free arm around your waist. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right? There’s no judgment here.”

You took a shaky breath. “I can’t, Wands. You’ll think I’m weird.”

Her lips pressed gently to your forehead. “Never.” She said firmly. “Not my baby girl.”

Deep down, you knew this was what you needed.

No other comfort would work.

The warmth of her words gave you the courage to continue, though your voice came out in a rush, barely above a whisper, “I… I was wondering if I could kind of play with your boobs… just for comfort.”

Wanda’s lips quirked in a small, understanding smile. “You already do that, baby.” She replied softly, though there was a curious tilt to her voice, almost like a question. Still, what she said was true. After sex, your aftercare often included her gently cleaning you up, then holding you close while you suckled at her breasts, finding solace in her warmth until you fell asleep.

“I know.” You murmured, your gaze dropping shyly towards her chest. “But it’s different this time, isn’t it? I don’t want sex. Just… that.”

The silence that followed made your stomach twist. Panic surged as you began to pull away, regret pouring out of you in a rush. “Actually, forget it. It’s stupid. I shouldn’t—”

“Hey.” She interrupted softly, her voice warm and steady, hands tightening gently on your shoulders, grounding you before you could spiral further. Her emerald eyes locked onto yours, brimming with nothing but love and reassurance. “It’s not stupid. And I don’t think it’s weird.”

“You don’t?” Your voice cracked, still unsure.

She shook her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she brushed a curl from your face. Her touch was tender, her tone even gentler. “No, sweetheart. I think it’s brave of you to ask for what you need.”

She cupped your chin, bringing your gaze to hers for the first time this evening. “And for you to tell me when you don’t want to have sex.” Her words melted some of your fear, but it was the warmth in her eyes that truly soothed the ache of doubt in your chest. “Plus, I like when you suckle on me.”

You blushed deeply at her words, and found her leaning forward to press light kisses all over your flushed face.

“You’re so cute.” She added with a playful lilt, finishing with one lingering kiss to your lips.

Still shy about the entire thing, you let her guide you backwards, making enough space for her to pull off her long sleeved top, before cradling you against her.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed about this.” She said, her fingers threading through your curls. “This is just for you, to help you feel safe.”

You rested your head against her shoulder, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but the moment her warmth surrounded you, all your tension began to fade. And you started at the crook of her neck, where her perfume lingered most intensely—a heady mix that would always soothe you. Your lips brushed the delicate curve of her collarbones, pausing to press soft kisses there, the contrast of firmness and tenderness grounding you in the moment. Slowly, you traced lower, finding the pliant skin of her chest, your lips and tongue gliding over her silken flesh in reverent exploration. You hesitated, vulnerable in a way you weren’t used to without the usual lead-up of passion to mask the intimacy. Still, you gave in to instinct, brushing your mouth over her heavy breast before gently taking a nipple into your mouth. The familiar act carried a different weight now, quiet and raw, leaving you feeling exposed but safe in her presence.

She carefully adjusted your position, guiding you to lie on your side as she leaned over you. The shift instantly eased the tension in your back, a welcome relief after being curled up in her lap for so long. She hummed quietly, fingers moving from your hair to your face, stroking your cheeks affectionately.

“Such a good girl.” She whispered, her voice low and soothing. The phrase, usually electric with desire, took on a softer, more tender note this time. Instead of igniting heat, it coaxed you further into your headspace, filling you with a profound sense of safety, as the worries of today floated away. And she held you as if nothing else in the world mattered, her hands continuing their gentle exploration, tracing over your jaw, brushing against your temple, and finally tucking stray curls behind your ears. “Let me see that pretty face.” She’d say, and each touch was intentional, a silent reassurance that she was there, grounding you in the moment. You felt her other hand drift down your back in slow, deliberate strokes, the rhythm lulling you further into her embrace.

“You’re so precious to me.” She murmured, her words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Her thumb grazed the edge of your lips, pausing for a moment as though memorizing the softness there before her hand slipped back into your hair, cradling you closer to her chest, your nose flush against her.

You let yourself relax completely, melting into her as your lips lingered softly over her skin, not in hunger or lust but in need. A quiet, intimate need for comfort outside the bounds of what you knew. She seemed to sense it, tilting her head to rest her chin against the top of yours. Her breathing was slow, syncing with yours as the last remnants of tension ebbed away. The steady beat of her heart thrummed beneath your ear like a soothing melody, anchoring you to her.

“Thank you, mama.” You managed to say, exhaustion seeping into your bones, as sleep threatened to wash over you.

“Go to sleep, sweet girl.” Wanda replied, her delicate fingers against your skin also coaxing you into a deep sleep.

And when she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper, it was as if the universe itself paused to listen.“You deserve to feel loved and cared for.” She said, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “And I’ll always be here to show you that.”

Her words hung in the air, wrapping around you like a shield against the world, finally carrying you into the peace of sleep, where you were cradled by the unshakable certainty of her love and comfort.

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It Was Never Perfect

Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

After your perfect week alone with Wanda, the rest of your family comes home. You start to wonder if it was the right choice to even come home in the first place.

CW: R is hella jealous of everyone, stepcest, shitty father, possessive sex, body writing, oral sex, overstimulation, risky sex, Freud’s rolling in his grave, R is a little freak

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: This one kinda sucks and it’s very angst heavy. It’s kinda a huge fucking downer but in a slightly ✨sexy✨ way. I promise chapter 5 will be well worth it though. Sorry this took so long to come out!

Part 4 of Her Special Girl

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For what it’s worth, you did get to wake up in Wanda’s arms on Christmas morning. You were gently shaken awake at 6:30 in the morning with light kisses to your face. “Merry Christmas, little love,” she whispered. 

You flopped over onto her chest, a sleepy smile plastered across your face. “Merry Christmas, mama.”

The two of you spent the whole morning in bed together, tangled in each other's limbs. You didn’t even get up to brush your teeth before your lips were pressed to hers. Neither of you minded, though. You were far too concerned with having your hands and lips all over each other to let something as silly as morning breath stop you. 

Around 9 o’clock though, when your lips had just made their way to her navel, you heard the front door open. Wanda groaned, reluctantly pushing you away and rolling out of bed. She put on a pair of Christmas pajamas and threw you a pair onto the bed. You reluctantly pried yourself off her mattress, putting on the pajamas.   

You heard the shouts as soon as she left the bedroom. “Mommy!”s suddenly filled the foyer and the staircase as you heard little footsteps scramble their way up the stairs. The sound made your stomach turn with envy. That was your mama. 

You walked out of the bedroom to find everyone in the foyer. Billy and Tommy, your stepbrothers and Wanda’s other children, were wrapped tightly around her waist. Wanda’s real children, you reminded yourself. 

She had her arms wrapped around them as she kissed both of their heads. “I missed you boys so much! It’s been so lonely around here without you guys.” She knelt down on the ground, kissing all over their faces in the manner she’d kissed yours only hours ago. 

Your stomach went sour. Lonely? She’d spent the week feeling lonely? No. She was lying. She was just saying that to make them feel better. She hadn’t been lonely. She had you. You were all she needed, right?

She only twisted the knife further when she stood up straight to greet your father. “I’ve missed you, my love,” she said softly before taking his face in her hands and kissing him. 

You thought you were going to be sick. You turned around and ran into the bathroom, bracing yourself against the sink. This couldn’t be happening. You were her love. You were her baby. You were her favorite, her whole world, the only person she’d ever need. She spent the week telling you so. So why were suddenly feeling like the least important person in this entire house?

You turned on the sink and splashed your face with cool water. You watched yourself in the mirror as the cool water ran down your chin. Suddenly, you were 18 all over again…

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You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, getting ready for the day, beaming with pride and excitement. You’d been working for two whole years and it finally paid off. You’d spent months studying to get your GED, then even longer studying to get a near perfect score on your ACT, all to get to this moment: getting accepted to college. A full ride to the local university, nonetheless. Wanda was going to be ecstatic.

You’d found out last night, but you wanted to wait until morning to tell Wanda, when the boys had left for school, your dad had left for work, and it was just the two of you alone. You crept into her office, the piece of paper held firmly in your hands. 

By the time you knocked on the door though, Wanda looked tired and pissed. “Mama?” you called into the room, hoping this would cheer her up. 

You hadn’t noticed Wanda was on the phone. She put her finger to her lips to indicate you needed to be quiet. You dropped your hands to the side, chewing on your lip impatiently. 

 “Yeah, okay,” she sighed to the person over the phone. “I’ll be there soon.”

She hung up the phone and threw it into her bag. You opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly cut off. “I’ve gotta go to the school. Tommy apparently thought it would be funny to shove his brother in a locker,” she said with an exasperated sigh. She picked her bag up from under the desk, practically shoving past you to get out the door. 

“But, mama…” you said, trying to run down the stairs after her. 

“Can you make sure my computer doesn’t shut off before I get back, please? I’ve gotta go,” she interrupted again, walking out the front door and all but slamming it in your face. 

You froze for a minute, heart shattering into a million pieces. Time seemed to stand still as the letter fell from your hand and onto the ground of the foyer. You shrunk into yourself, feeling like the tiniest, most insignificant thing on the entire planet. You tucked your knees to your chest, sitting on the bottom step. Tears poured from your eyes, clogging your sinus until you could hardly breathe. Sobs ripped through your chest, echoing through the foyer so loud it shook the glass chandelier. 

It was always going to be like this. You shouldn’t have expected anything less, really. Wanda was never yours to begin with. You were stupid for thinking she cared. You were even stupider to think she cared about you over her own kids. Her real kids. Whatever you thought you had with her, whatever you thought she felt, was a fairytale. 

You had a mother, a real one, and she didn’t care about you. You were dealt a shitty hand, and you still thought you could somehow win the game. This “having a mother” thing was simply an impossibility for you. You could toil all you wanted. It was futile. You had already lost.

This was reality. You were alone. 

You were already tucked up in the furthest corner of your room when Wanda walked through the front door. “You, young man, are gonna spend the rest of the afternoon in your room finishing up all this homework you missed,” She sternly informed Tommy, sending him angrily up the stairs. He slammed his bedroom door, only furthering Wanda’s fury. 

She set down her bag and shoes at the door, huffing. She noticed a piece of paper carelessly discarded on the hardwood. She sighed in annoyance. Did anyone know how to pick up after themselves around here?

She picked up the piece of paper, charging up the stairs. She knocked on your bedroom door.. “Honey? You left this in the foyer. I really need you to start picking up after yourself, okay? You can’t just be leaving things all over the house.”

When you didn’t answer, she huffed again. “Well, I’ve got to get back to work.” She folded up the paper and slid it under the crack of your door without reading it. She went back to her office without another word. 

You made your way to the door, taking the letter in your hands and ripping it in half. You weren’t going to that stupid fucking university. You weren’t going to stay in this stupid fucking town. You were done playing house with a family that wasn’t yours. You were done savoring the praise of the woman who wasn’t even your real mom. 

You were going to go somewhere new. Somewhere better. You were gonna find people who cared about you. 

You didn’t need her. You didn’t need anyone. If no one else was going to be happy for you, you were going to be happy for you. And that was going to be enough. That was going to have to be. There was nothing else. 

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You shivered, drying your face before heading downstairs. 

“Hey, honey! Look boys! It’s your sister!” Wanda cheered, trying to get the boys excited to see you. They shyly hid behind her legs, scared in the way children get when an unfamiliar presence intrudes on their familiarity. You hadn’t seen them in over two years. You were practically a stranger. 

“Are you coming to your grandmother’s with us?” your father asked. 

You looked at Wanda. She could immediately read more than just confusion. There was something very wrong. “She’s gonna stay here. With me,” she answered for you. 

Your father made no comment, turning back to the boys. “Alright fellas, go bring your bags up to your rooms. We gotta get to grandma’s for presents.”

“Presents” seemed to be the magic word, as the boys immediately ran up the stairs, carrying their bags with them and getting ready to leave again. You, Wanda, and your dad were all left in the foyer.

There was a terribly awkward silence, then Wanda spoke up. “Well,” she started, “speaking of presents, we were just finishing the last of the wrapping up in the bedroom. We should get back to it. So it’s done by the time you all get back. Right?” She looked at you, raising her eyebrows expectantly. 

You nodded, desperate to get out of this situation. “Right.”

Wanda wasted no time grabbing your hand and whisking you away. When she reached the top of the steps, she called back down to your father. “We’re wrapping things for you, so don’t come up here!”

She pulled you into the bedroom, shutting the door gently behind you. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “What’s wrong, little love?”

Your brow furrowed in something between sadness and anger. “You’re my mama. Mine.” 

She cocked her head to the side, trying not to look amused as you were very clearly upset. “Aww, sweetheart,” she whispered with a slight chuckle. “Of course I’m your mama, sweet girl.”

You stood in front of her silently, the same angry and sad look on your face. 

“Oh come on, don’t give me that face,” she said quietly, cupping your cheek in her hand. “Is it hard for you to share mama after you’ve had her to yourself all week?”

You nodded, face softening ever so slightly. “You kissed dad! And… and you told the boys you had a bad week with me!”

“Honey,” she said, a bit firmer this time. “That isn’t what I said. I told the boys I missed them. And we both know I take no pleasure in kissing your father. Can you tell me what’s really got you so worked up? Talk to mama.”

You rubbed your arm, hesitant to spill your concerns. “Now that your real family is back you're gonna forget all about me like mom did,” you finally said, speaking just above a whisper. 

“Oh sweetheart. No no no. Mama’s not gonna forget about you,” she gently pulled you into her arms, tucking your head just under her chin. “I could never forget about you. You’re mama’s special girl, remember?”

“Promise?” You asked weakly.

“I promise,” she assured. 

You stood for a moment, trying to find solace in her arms. When you couldn’t find any, you desperately demanded “say it again.” 

But before she could respond you heard your dad shout up from the basement. “Come on boys! We’re gonna be late to grandma’s!” 

Wanda pulled away. “I should help them get ready,” she explained, turning to leave the room. You winced as she closed the door, leaving you alone in her room. 

You were beyond angry. You were seething, practically vibrating with jealousy. 

You sulked to the bed, looking to the nightstand and picking up the black sharpie Wanda was using to write on the gifts last night. You uncapped the marker, staring at the black felt tip. Permanent may not actually mean permanent, but it wouldn’t come off for at least a few days. 

You were gonna make sure everyone knew who she belonged to. 

It was only a few minutes before you heard Wanda shouting out the front door, wishing the boys and your father safe travels. You waited impatiently, counting each step you heard on her way back to the bedroom. 

As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, you were on her, tearing at her closer, trying to get her closer. She took your hands in hers, stilling them. “Woah woah woah. Slow down. We have plenty of time.” 

But when she looked in your eyes, she didn’t see the same seductive, blissful face she’d seen this morning where you’d left off before your dad got home. No. You were angry. Possessive. Jealous.

“So that’s how this is gonna be,” she conceded with a smirk. She didn’t say anything more, but she looked almost excited. You didn’t respond, holding that same dangerous glare. She let go of your hands, giving you silent permission to continue. 

You pushed her body backwards until it hit the wall. You lips met hers in a harsh, bruising kiss that would leave both your lips swollen. You only pulled away for a moment to rip her shirt off over her head. She moaned as your hands pawed at her breast, squeezing them hard enough to hurt. You teased her nipples between your pointer finger and thumb, pinching and pulling them until she yelped. 

When you were sure her lips were puffy and raw, you made your way down her body, kneeling in front of her until you were face to face with her center. You looked up at her hungrily as you slowly pulled at the waistband of her pajama pants. “Say it again, mama. Tell me I’m special and you love me the most.”

She gently cupped your cheek, tilting your head up and stroking your cheekbone with her thumb. Even in your lustful, jealous haze there was a moment of peace when she said “You’re my most special girl, little love. Mama loves you more than anything in the world.”

You made short work of pulling her underwear and pants the rest of the way down. You gently kissed her mound before hungirly diving into her core, sucking her clit into your mouth. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open in a blissful expression. She reached down and grabbed your hair, keeping you pressed tight against her. “Oh… fuck… please… oh my love…”

She threw her leg over your shoulder, pulling you even closer as your tongue circled her entrance. You reached up to stead her waist with your hands, holding her in place. “You’re making mama feel so good baby. Fuck I love you so much,” she panted, her legs starting to shake. She pulled one of your hands from her waist, holding it tight for support. 

“You’re gonna make mama cum, baby,” she breathed, arching away from the wall. You could feel her heel digging into your back as her wetness coated your tongue. You were addicted to her taste, and determined to be the only one who ever got the privilege of tasting her again. Your nails dug into the skin of her thigh as her hand tightened in your hair. She came with a silent scream, nearly collapsing to the ground against the wall. 

She smiled at you, satisfied. But you had that same hungry look in your eye. A look that told her you were far from done. 

“Say it again,” you demanded weakly. As angry as you were, you still just looked so little and desperate. You just wanted to be loved. You just wanted your mama. 

“Baby,” she cooed. She was still panting and disheveled. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Say. It. Again.” You commanded, biting down on your own lip. 

“You are my most precious angel. My most special girl,” she repeated. 

Wordlessly, you laid on your stomach in front of her, your face hovering over her sex. You blew cool air against the sensitive skin. You brought two fingers to her entrance, which, coated with the remains of her orgasm, gave no resistance.

“Ah,” she hummed, “careful baby. Mama’s very sensitive. Oh fuck…”

She bucked into your hand as your fingers curled to meet that special spot inside of her. You lowered your head, pulling her clit back into your mouth and flicking it lightly with the tip of your tongue. She threw her head back, arching herself further into your mouth. She groaned as you added a third finger, pumping yourself in and out of her in rhythm with your tongue. 

She grabbed your hair, chanting your name and grinding herself against you. “No one else can do this to me baby. It’s only you. Only you can make mama fall apart like this.” Her words encouraged you and you doubled down, circling her sensitive bud with your tongue.

“Honey… fuck you’re gonna make mama cum again,” she breathed, biting down hard on her lip as she came around your fingers. 

This time, you didn’t pull away, continuing your ministrations even after her orgasm subsided.

“Please baby… I can’t…” she panted. She squirmed against your tongue, trying to escape the ceaseless pleasure. You pulled your fingers away, instead wrapping both your arms around her thighs. You held her in place, determined to draw one final orgasm from her. 

You alternated between her entrance and her clit, pressing your tongue hard against her. Her legs trembled around your head, unable to handle the sensation. You hummed around her clit, spelling your name with your tongue over and over again. 

She came faster this time, forcibly pushing you away as she sprayed a stream of cum onto the carpet. You watched in fascination. You had never seen anyone cum that hard. She went limp against the wall, exhausted. 

You helped her up onto the bed, letting her rest against the headboard. You ran to the bathroom quickly to get her a glass of water and a towel, just like she always did for you. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, gratefully accepting them both. She had taught you so well. 

You knelt down between her legs, laying your head down on her stomach. “I love you, mama,” you said softly, nuzzling into her navel. 

“I love you too, sweet girl,” she replied, running her fingers gently through your hair. “Are you feeling better now? Do you think you can play nice with your dad and brothers?”

You didn’t respond. You felt better, but swirling thoughts still lingered on your mind. You thought about your father taking your place in her bed. Would she let him touch her like you had? Would he draw the same heavenly sounds from her? Would she tell him she loved the way he touched her too? The thought made you sick to your stomach. You could deal with kisses, the hugs, the words of affection, but you couldn’t deal with that.

You sat up and grabbed the sharpie from the nightstand, uncapping with your teeth. She grabbed your wrist. “Honey. We can’t. You know that.”

“He’s not allowed to see you here!” You screamed in despair, pointing at her lower abdomen. 

She looked into your desperate eyes. Sex was a scarcity between her and your father anyway. He almost certainly wouldn’t see it. She would just have to be careful getting in and out of the shower. The risk was high, but, if it could bring you even a little relief, the reward was higher. She sighed. “Alright, sweetheart. Keep it below the waist and above the mid thigh.”

You started with your name, big and bold just below her abdomen. You wrote it smaller in cursive on her inner thighs and then initialled and put a heart right next to each of her nipples before sitting back to admire your creation. 

You added a few more hearts along her pelvis before capping the marker and putting it back on the nightstand. 

Your dialated eyes and possessive gaze didn’t escape Wanda’s notice. She reached up and rubbed your chin. “I’m all yours baby. Do you like that? Knowing no one else gets to touch mama like you do? Nobody else makes mama feel so good.”

You nodded eagerly. “Not even dad because you love me more than him, right.”

She smiled gently and pulled you down to rest against her bare chest. “That’s exactly right, sweetheart. Not even your father makes me feel like you do.” She tapped the tip of your nose affectionately. “Now let’s get this shirt off so mama can hold you nice and close.” 

You put your arms up so she could pull the dense sweater from your body. She discarded it to the side along with the clothes you’d torn off her earlier. You laid flat against her warm skin. Her nails gently scratched up and down your back. “There we go. That’s my sweet girl. Do you feel better now?”

You nodded against her chest, wrapping your arms around her in the tight space between her body and the mattress. She played with your hair, silently at first, but then she started to sing softly. You recognize the tune, but the words were in Wanda’s native language. 

You laid like that for a long time, listening to the soft beat of her heart, until the front door opened again and you heard two sets of little feet running through the foyer. Reluctantly, you peeled yourself away and put back on your sweater. 

Once you were both dressed, you reached to unlock the door, but Wanda grabbed your hand. 

“Wait. One more thing,” she said, turning you around to face her. She knelt down in front of you and lifted your shirt. “Hold this.”

You cocked your brow in confusion, but held your sweater up. It was only when she lifted her hand to touch your stomach that you noticed the sharpie between her fingers. You felt the cool tip glide across your stomach, just above your navel. In her neat cursive penmanship, she had written “Mama’s Special Girl”. She capped the marker and grabbed your hip on either side, pulling you close and kissing your stomach. The kiss left a distinct red lipstick print just under her words. You beamed as you looked down at what she had left. 

She climbed to her feet, dropping your sweater to cover the message. “Alright. Let’s go have Christmas.”

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Despite your reservations, Christmas went better than expected. It helped that your father, in his usual shitty mood, left to go take a nap, claiming he was exhausted and it just couldn’t wait. No one protested. 

The boys opened their presents with all the excitement expected of 8 year olds. It did actually make you feel better that they warmed up to you quickly. Maybe you couldn’t be the only person in Wanda’s life, but it was nice to least be part of her family. You kept your hand on your stomach, soothing yourself with the thought of the special words that sat just underneath the fabric.

Wanda, as usual, went way overboard with the gifts, despite you not asking for anything. Some of them were marked “From: Dad” or “From: Santa”, but you knew they were all from her. She had gotten you some dorm room decorations, a lego set, and every item off of your amazon wishlist, a list you didn’t even know she still had access to. She must’ve kept the link from years ago when you still lived at home. 

Once all the presents were gone, the boys ran happily around the house, playing with their newly acquired toys. Wanda smiled from her spot next to you on the couch, pulling you into a quick side hug. “Did you get everything?”

You smiled and nodded. “And more. What about you?”

She rubbed your chin affectionately. “Well, you’re here. So you tell me.”

You chuckled and looked nervously down at your lap. “There’s actually something else.”

“Oh?” she asked cheekily. 

You got up from the couch and grabbed an envelope from the mantle. You fidgeted nervously with the corner as you brought it to Wanda on the couch. “To: Mama” was scrawled in your messy handwriting on the back.

She carefully opened the envelope revealing an acceptance letter. A full ride scholarship to your local university for the spring semester. You were coming home. For good.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes brimmed with tears. “Is this… are you…”

You nodded and she grabbed you, pulling you down on the couch with her in a tight hug. “I love you so much. After my boys, I never thought I could ever be so lucky to get another special blessing in my life. But I found you,” she cradled your head in close. “And I’m never letting you go. Never again.”

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Caregiver!Mommy!Wanda x Little!Reader headcanons inspired by this post by @wandamaximoffsbadgirl

Completely SFW but keep it 18+ please! Features nonsexual nudity and nonsexual nursing.

- Wanda is so obsessed with your happy little laugh that she turns into the goofiest mommy ever. She constantly tickling you, or squeezing your toes to “This Little Piggy”. She loves the way you belly laugh when she blows raspberries into your stomach so much that she doesn’t even mind having to pry your grabby hands out of her hair afterwards.

- She loves onesies, especially ones that are made to look like animals. She always welcoming your creativity and encouraging you to play pretend. She loves to watch you stomp around and roar like a dinosaur, or growl like a little tiger.

- Her entire camera roll is full of pictures of little you. You’re just so damn cute when you curl up in your dinosaur onesie with your dinosaur stuffie. Or when you fall asleep on your play mat with your bottom in air. She would never show them off to anyone but she loves looking through them herself.

- When she has to work, she sets you up on a play mat in her home office with plenty of toys and coloring books to keep you entertained. She keeps her office stocked with goldfish and is sure to take several snack breaks throughout the day.

- She tries to keep your screen time to a minimum, knowing you could sit up in front of a tv and watch cartoons all day if she allowed it. But she always gives in and cuddles you on the couch while you watch Mickey Mouse before bedtime. She has a spot on Mickey impression that always makes you smile.

- She’s always very careful with you during bath time. She loves getting in the tub with you, but she’s always sure to keep everything appropriate for your little brain. She’s always quick to gently recorrect curious little hands, getting you to focus on the task at hand.

- She learned all about bonding through nursing when she noticed your need to always have something in your mouth while you were little. It’s safe to say it works, because she never feels so close to you as she does when you’re nursing. She swears your cheek just somehow gets softer when you’re nursing. She just can’t help but run her knuckles along it while you suckle, addicted to the heavenly sensation of your peach fuzz against her hand.

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Our Baby.

Best Friends!Wandanat x little!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are best friends who have always only been that, but when you come crashing into their lives and take on the roles of caregiver will their relationship deepen?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of stress and being overwhelmed, caregiver/regressor, fluffy, comfort

Authors note: I saw a post about two best friends being caregivers for someone and this happened sooooo let me know if you want more

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Wanda and Natasha had been inseparable for years. The two women were practically extensions of one another, sharing a bond so deep that they didn’t think anyone could ever come between them. That is, until you came crashing into their lives—quite literally.

It had been a particularly hectic day in the city. You were rushing down the sidewalk, juggling your tote bag and a stack of books, when you collided headlong into two very sturdy figures. Hot liquid splashed everywhere, the unmistakable aroma of coffee filling the air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately dropping your things to grab napkins from your bag. You looked up, your wide, apologetic eyes meeting two startled, but intrigued, gazes.

Wanda smiled gently, already sensing the warmth and innocence radiating from you. “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Natasha, on the other hand, smirked, brushing coffee from her leather jacket. “You’ve got quite the impact for someone so small.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you continued to stammer apologies, your hands nervously twisting the napkins. Something about their presence was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. It felt… safe, somehow.

That moment sparked the beginning of something neither Wanda nor Natasha had anticipated. They’d initially invited you out to lunch to reassure you that everything was fine. But one lunch turned into several, and soon, the two heroines found themselves eagerly waiting for your next meeting. You were sweet, playful, and endearing in a way they couldn’t quite describe.

Wanda and Natasha hadn’t immediately noticed your little tendencies. You were so good at masking that even they, two of the most observant people you’d ever met, didn’t put it all together right away. But over time, the signs began to show.

It started with little things. Like the time you fell asleep on their couch during a movie night. Wanda, ever the caregiver, went to drape a blanket over you and froze mid-motion. Your thumb was tucked in your mouth, and you were suckling softly in your sleep. She didn’t say anything at first, but the sight stuck with her.

Then there was your choice of drinkware. You always seemed to have colorful tumblers with cartoon characters on them. Wanda thought they were cute, but Natasha couldn’t help but tease you about your “sippy cups.” You only giggled nervously, brushing it off as something you just liked.

The biggest hint came the first time they asked you to spend the night unexpectedly. They could see the hesitation in your face before you shyly asked, “Can I go home to grab something first? I, um, I need my stuffie to sleep.” You didn’t elaborate, but they saw the soft blush dusting your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. Natasha, being Natasha, simply smirked and said, “Of course, detka. Everyone needs their comforts.”

But the moment of clarity came on a particularly stressful day for you. It had been weeks of mounting pressure from college—assignments, deadlines, and social obligations piling up until you couldn’t take it anymore. You showed up at their apartment in tears, unable to mask how overwhelmed you felt.

Wanda had just opened the door when you pushed past her, pacing in the living room. “Ish no fair!” you cried, your voice higher-pitched and trembling. “They ep ivin me too mush stuffs, an I an’t do it! I an’t—I no wanna!”

Wanda blinked, stunned for a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, stepping closer. “Baby, hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She gently guided you to the couch, her soothing voice and soft hands calming you just enough to sit down.

But as you tried to explain what was wrong, the words tumbled out in a way that surprised even you. “Ish so dumb! olege is too hard, an I just wan loler or wash toons. I no wan do big peoples stuff!” you wailed, curling up with your stuffie tightly clutched to your chest.

Natasha, who had been watching quietly, crouched in front of you. Her sharp, calculating gaze softened as she reached out to hold your hand. “Woah, those are some really big things to deal with, little one,” she said gently, her tone surprisingly tender. “Way too big for you to be thinking about, don’t you think?”

Wanda nodded, sitting beside you and rubbing your back. “Exactly. Mama and Daddy are here to take care of the big stuff, okay? You just focus on being our sweet little girl.”

You sniffled, looking up at them with wide, watery eyes. “Really?”

Natasha smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Really. Let us handle it. You just stay small for us, alright?”

That was the day things changed. They didn’t just accept your regression—they embraced it wholeheartedly. From that point on, they made sure you always had a safe space to be yourself, no matter how little you felt. 

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It had been a few months since Wanda and Natasha had fully embraced being your caregivers. Their small apartment had worked for a while, but it was quickly becoming clear that it wasn’t enough space for the three of you—especially when you regressed and wanted to run around or build blanket forts. Wanda had been the first to bring up the idea of moving, and Natasha, took the lead in making it happen.

Of course, they didn’t tell you right away. They wanted it to be a surprise.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda and Natasha took you on what they called a "special outing." You didn’t think much of it at first, happily clutching your favorite stuffed animal as they guided you out to the car. But as the drive continued and the scenery shifted from busy city streets to quiet suburban neighborhoods, your curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” you asked, bouncing slightly in your seat.

Wanda smiled from the passenger seat, turning to look at you. “You’ll see soon, baby. Be patient.”

Natasha smirked from the driver’s seat. “I think you’ll like it, detka. It’s a big surprise.”

When the car finally pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, your jaw dropped. The exterior was painted a deep, calming blue with crisp white accents, and there was a small front porch with enough room for a swing. The yard was spacious and inviting, with plenty of room for you to play.

Wanda stepped out first, holding her hand out for you. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go take a look.” You held her hand, your stuffie in the other.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside, with a clean palette of whites and deep blues that felt cozy yet elegant. Your little heart couldn’t contain the excitement as you clutched your stuffed animal tighter, your eyes darting around the open spaces and tall ceilings.

“This is ours?” you squeaked, looking up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Not yet,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’re still deciding, but we wanted you to see it first.”

Natasha smirked, already following the realtor as she walked through the house, discussing what changes could be made before moving in. “Go on, malen'kaya,” Natasha encouraged, nodding toward the hallway. “Explore a little.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You darted off, your stuffie bouncing in your arms as you ran down the halls, peeking into each room. There was a large kitchen with an island perfect for baking cookies with Wanda, a spacious living room where Natasha would undoubtedly set up a big TV for movie nights, and upstairs, you found a bedroom that you just knew would be yours.

The house was perfect.

When you ran back to find Wanda and Natasha, they were standing in the living room with the realtor, discussing changes they’d like—adding a fence to the backyard for privacy, painting one of the upstairs bedrooms in softer, more playful tones, and installing blackout curtains in the master bedroom.

Natasha looked over as you skidded to a stop, a bright smile on her face. “What do you think, little one? Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wanda knelt down and cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Good. Because this is going to be your new home, sweetheart. Somewhere safe and quiet, just for us.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you threw your arms around her, your stuffie squished between you. Natasha joined the hug, wrapping her strong arms around the both of you.

“You two are the best,” you whispered, your voice muffled by Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you’re worth it, detka,” Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “This is just the beginning.”

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hi ley☺️💕

I've been having a hard time feeling little recently☹️ could you maybe right some little!reader and wanda. like maybe just cuddling and nursing too if you're comfortable.

hope Ur having a good day

-🧸

Long Day

Cg!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: It's been a long day of being big, but Mama always knows what to do~

Word Count: 459

Warnings: sfw nursing, it's all sfw and fluffy~

Authors note: Thank you for the request and my first one of 2025~

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

It had been a long day, the kind that left your shoulders tense and your mind exhausted from having to be "big" for so long. The moment you stepped through the door of your shared home, you could feel the weight of the day threatening to overwhelm you. But then you saw her—Wanda, your safe place, your caregiver—waiting for you with open arms.

"Hi, sweetheart," she greeted softly, her voice warm and soothing. She could tell immediately that today had been hard. The slump of your shoulders and the quiet sniffle you tried to hide spoke volumes. Wanda stepped closer, cupping your cheek gently. "Oh, my little love, you did so well today. I'm so proud of you.”

Hearing those words, the walls you'd been holding up all day crumbled. Tears pricked your eyes as you dropped your bag and burrowed into her embrace. Wanda wrapped her arms around you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Shh, it's okay," she murmured, swaying gently. "You're home now. You don't have to be big anymore. Let me take care of you."

You nodded against her shoulder, already starting to feel the pull of your little space. Wanda led you to the couch, sitting you down on her lap as she brushed your hair out of your face. "Let’s get you comfy, okay? Do you want to change into your jammies and grab your stuffie?"

You nodded again, your voice small. "Please, Mama.”

Her heart melted at the sound, and she kissed your forehead. "Stay here for a second, baby. I'll grab them for you." Wanda returned moments later with your softest pajamas and your favorite stuffed animal. She helped you change, her touch gentle and full of care, and then tucked the stuffed animal into your arms.

Once you were settled back on her lap, she pulled a cozy blanket around both of you. "How about some cuddles, hmm?"

You nodded eagerly, nuzzling into her chest. Her hand rested on the back of your head, stroking your hair as she whispered sweet nothings. After a moment, she asked softly, "Does my little one want to nurse?”

Your cheeks warmed, but you nodded shyly. Wanda adjusted herself and helped you get comfortable against her. As you began nursing, the tension from the day melted away completely, replaced by a deep sense of safety and love. Wanda hummed a soft lullaby, her free hand stroking your back.

"You’re so precious to me," she whispered, her voice full of affection. "You’re safe, my love. Mama’s got you."

With Wanda holding you close, the world faded away, leaving only warmth, love, and the comfort of being her little one as your eyes grew heavy. Closing as you heard her whisper, 

“Mama loves you so much.”

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i can’t stop thinking about if there was like. an actual aphrodisiac that made you so horny it hurts. so horny that just a little brush, a little skin to skin contact, maybe just a touch of the hand is enough to make you cum.

like. imagine fucking a puppyboy while he’s so sensitive from aphrodisiacs he can’t breathe. he’s squirming in place because every sensation goes straight to his cock. imagine making him cum over and over again until he can’t move, and he’s crying and begging you both to stop and to keep going because hes so exhausted but he’s still so fucking horny and you’re tired too but its just so good and i uhm ieuuehm what was i saying

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Imagine punishing a brat by tying them down and overstimming them with toys. They start off defiant and curse you while cumming a few times.

"F-Fuck you"

"I hate y-you"

"Y-You suck"

So you just sit there, keeping them nice and stimulated while they cum over and over again until they need to use you for support and start breaking.

"fuckfuckfuck"

"You're doing so good, darling. We'll keep going until you learn your lesson"

Until they start begging and apologizing for being a brat for no reason.

"pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain"

When they're clearly overstimmed and tired but you just keep pushing them anyway.

"P-Please it's too much, I can't cum anymore" they'll whine and whimper

But you just keep going until they orgasm again.

"What are you talking about? You clearly can keep going, you liar"

So you punish them for "lying" to you with more overstimulation, watching them slowly spiral more out of control as their consciousness slips.

Completely an imaginary situation though

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“Sit on it princess”

After being edged for days I finally thought I was going to get some release - boy oh boy was I wrong

Like a good slut, I did as told and sat my dripping wet pussy on his big, thick cock - moaning as i took every single inch

“Now sit there and hold this on your clit”

I went all wide eyed as the realisation hit - I’m edging myself for him while being a cocksleeve…

Feeling his cock twitch in me and just the pure presence of his cock in my hole was making me more and more desperate.

I started bouncing on his cock to try and get myself off but he grabbed me by the hips and slammed me back down, holding me there

“No movement”

“But Sir I need your cock, please please please let me ride it”

“No - good girls do as they are told and good girls edge for daddy, don’t they?”

“Yes daddy, sorry daddy”

“Turn it up”

I did as told and turned the setting of the clit sucker up - god it felt so good but I was getting so so needy.

The feeling of his dick in me wasn’t helping, it was only making me go more feral.

“Please let me cum daddy”

“Why would I do that princess?”

“Because I need your dick to fuck me, please please pleaseeeee” - I moaned through whimpers

“Nah, turn it up again”

Thinking that I would get to cum if I did as told, I turned it up further.

As time went on and my whimpers became more frequent I needed his dick and I needed it now.

I started grinding and bouncing again, his hands coming towards my hips, I stared fighting against them, going faster and harder in my pathetic little attempt at getting myself off. He got his hands on me and slammed me back down, again holding me in place.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you get the wand out for this. But turn that up as far as it will fucking go and for the love of god - do. not. move.”

I became nothing but a dripping, whimpering mess. It started to feel so so so good, I was so close. But he knew that and he took away my toy, leaving me to be a pathetic, needy little whore on his dick.

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Date Night Distractions

“Stop squirming or I’m going to pull out,” he growls into my ear. I whine softly, feeling my pussy clench down around his cock inside of me as I reluctantly keep still. He huffs softly against my neck and grabs the TV remote off the couch, turning up the volume on whatever inane movie is playing.

When he’d suggested we stream a movie for date night, I did not think I’d end up naked, seated on his lap, locked in his arms, and cockwarming him for the entire two hour long film. I checked out of the movie an hour ago, focusing only on the feeling of his long, hard cock filling my pussy so perfectly. But no matter how much I squirmed, begged, and wriggled around on his lap, he refused to fuck me or do anything other than lightly kiss my shoulder and stroke my arms.

Not even a few minutes later, I’m impatiently rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard cock brush up against my g-spot with every move. Small, breathless moans are escaping between my parted lips as I melt against him, eyes closing in pleasure and leaning the back of my head on his shoulder, letting my legs splay open on either side.

“You really can’t follow directions tonight, huh, darling?” He murmurs.

“Please, daddy, please I want you to fuck me,” I whimper, turning my neck to stare up at him beggingly.

“Nope, not until the movie is over,” he says mockingly, “Be good and maybe I’ll give you something to tide you over.” His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing softly against my pussy before retracting again. I whine and beg him, “Please, please, please touch me, daddy.”

He laughs softly in my ear, “You are such a perfect little whore. Can’t even keep your composure throughout a movie with daddy’s cock in your desperate little pussy.”

I can feel my pussy clenching around him at his words, and I know I’m dripping. His fingers brush lightly against my stomach again and he runs them down towards my pussy. I’m gasping and panting in anticipation, wanting him to do something, do anything to make the burning need inside of me go away for a little.

His fingers come to where we’re joined, collecting some of my wetness before he pulls them away and licks my essence off his fingers. “Fuck, darling, you always taste so sweet,” his voice is growly and I feel his cock jerk inside of me slightly. I whimper, the praise making me even hotter and wetter.

He fingers come back down to the apex of my thighs and he flicks my clit with the lightest touch. My back arches and I let out a broken moan and rock against him. The sharp pleasure shocks my system, making my head spin and lights flash in my vision.

“Good girl, you like that huh?” He murmurs softly as his fingers rub my clit softly without stopping. “Ah, fuck, yes, please daddy, it feels so good,” my voice is breathless and pitchy with pleasure. His doesn’t stop moving his fingers, stroking my clit in tight circles with varying speed and pressure, pushing my body closer and closer toward orgasm.

“Such a pretty girl, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect, darling,” his praise is delivered with soft groans and growls as he plays with my body. I whine wordlessly, feeling my body moments away from shattering in a breathtaking orgasm.

“Come on, darling, cum all over my cock and on my fingers,” he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and harder against my pulsing clit. I moan as I feel the orgasm burning through my body, my pussy bearing down on his cock and pulsing rhythmically. I ride the wave of pleasure and hear his whispered praise in my ear, the combination of everything making me feel so warm and so loved.

“Good girl, just like that, cumming for me. So, so pretty when you fall apart, that’s it, that feels good huh?” He hums softly in my ear in approval, “Look at how drippy you are, darling, all that’s for me.”

My mind is spinning, thoughts floating away as the orgasm fades, leaving the most delicious, bone-settling haze and fullness. But he doesn’t stop playing with my clit, and slowly, the warmth fades and is replaced with a burning overstimulation that makes me cry out and squirm, my legs closing to protect my clit.

“Please, daddy, please it’s too much! I need a break!”

He laughs darkly in my ear. “Oh no, darling, no you don’t. You can take it, I know you can. Such a drippy little mess for me, your perfect pussy is so good around my cock.” His rips my legs apart, one hand holding me down while the other continues its assault on my clit.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs shaking as a second orgasm starts to build despite the overstimulation wracking my body. He’s merciless as he strums my clit effortlessly, the fullness of his cock combined with the relentless pleasure forcing my orgasm out of me. Stars light up in my vision and tears well up in my eyes as the painful pleasure makes my body go rigid and my pussy clench.

“Fuck, you’re so lovely when you fall apart like this. Good girl, keep cumming for daddy,” his voice seems to float around me, wrapping me up in an all-encompassing cloud of unbearable pleasure. I’m keening softly, letting out whimpering sobs as my body is pushed to its capacity.

“No more, please, no more,” my voice is small and desperate, my legs shaking and trying to close. I’m too cum-drunk to fight back properly and his fingers continue to brutalize me, pushing me toward another peak.

“One more, darling. I know you can do it, pretty girl, come on, let me feel your perfect little pussy fall apart one more time,” he coaxes me, the gentle words a shocking juxtaposition to his rough fingers and hard cock inside of me. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I whine.

Before long, a third orgasm crests inside of me, and I feel my pussy tighten around him again. This time, the pleasure is overwhelming and nerve-fraying. I’m incoherent as I moan and beg, babbling from overstimulation. He plays my body like an instrument and I feel my orgasm erupt, my pussy gushing around his cock, squirting my release.

“Good girl, perfect girl, squirt for daddy. That’s it, baby,” he kisses my neck as his fingers finally slow and stop their assault on my pulsing jewel. He pulls my boneless body off his cock, the feeling of it leaving my body making me whine softly with loss despite how thoroughly decimated I feel. My pussy is achingly empty as he wraps me up in his arms, pulling me close into his chest.

“You did so well, darling. So perfect for me,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I whimper softly and look up at his with bleary eyes, feeling his praise and love surround me. We sit together like this for a few moments, the room aglow with the TV screen still playing whatever stupid movie he’d put on to begin with. I’d almost drifted off in his arms when I feel him shift.

“Come on, darling. We have another thirty minutes left of the movie,” he purrs, smiling deviously at me. And so, I find myself seated on his cock again, my overstimulated pussy pulsing around his hardness, stuffed full, and head hazy with pleasure.

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Confused between "Please be gentle Mommy" and "Please don't stop Mommy"

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WandaNat x afab GN!Reader

Okay I've never written smut before so I'm sorry if it's bad lol, and this isn't proofread so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes

Men and minors DNI!

No one has permission to repost, if you see it let me know.

Warnings: mommy(w), daddy(n), very slight dubcon, Nat has a penis and is a little submissive for Wanda, slapping(r receiving), spitting, fingering(r receiving, w giving), breeding but without the pregnancy kink, oral(r receiving and w giving), magic use for sexual reasons, mean but also occasionally kind of soft Wanda, soft but forced(mind control) to be kind of mean Natasha, degradation kink, praise kink, bad google translated russian/sokovian

Your hips grind against your hand, desperately trying to reach your high before Wanda and Natasha get home seeing as Wanda had decided you're not allowed to cum for being a brat, two weeks being your sentence.

You made it a week, and you really did try to last until the end of your punishment, but both of the older women made it incredibly hard, you being forced to sit there with a blindfold over your eyes and listen to Natasha pound Wanda until she couldn't take anymore, the gagging sounds as Wanda sucks Natasha's cock. Both of them throwing little comments your way as they torture you, things like "Aww малыш, what's wrong? Do you wanna joi- Shit Nat! You feel so good!" and "If you were a good kitten you could be getting fucked so good right now darling, daddy can't wait until your punishment is over so she can make you feel good again." (малыш=baby)

Other than that, Wanda would just randomly decide to pin you against the nearest door, wall, or table and kiss you senseless, slotting her leg between your thighs and guiding your hips to grind against her until you're just on the edge of coming undone before she puts an end to the interaction, and walks away as if she wasn't just turning your mind into mush. Randomly groping you from behind when you're least expecting it, not even noticing she entered the room until she's touching you. A mix of praise and degradation falling from her lips whenever you do something that piques her interest.

Natasha's approach, however, was much different. Soft, lingering touches wherever she could comfortably reach whenever she's near you. Brushing past you and slightly bumping up against your ass just enough so that you can feel the bulge in her pants. When she's really up for it she'll come up behind you while you're doing the dishes or something, and press herself up against you as she pretends to grab something in the cupboard above you, whispering soft praises in your ear as she does so before walking away with a smug smirk.

Just as you're about to fall over the edge, moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you fuck yourself with your fingers, you're stopped right in your tracks.

"And just what do you think you're doing, sweetheart?" You hear Wanda's voice, her accent slightly prominent causing your eyes to fly open, you're in deep shit.

"I- Um...I wasn't doing anything," she tilts her head slightly, "How...how long have you been standing there?" You stumble over your words, eyes widening when she looks down to where your hand is still settled.

Your face flushes even redder if possible, pulling your hand our of your pants as quickly as possible and scrambling onto your knees. She sends a sinister smirk your way, slowly stalking over to you until she's at the edge of the bed, about a foot or two away from you.

She harshly grabs your jaw with her thumb and index finger, practically growling as she speaks, "Fucking long enough, I can't believe you're such a whore that you can't even go two weeks without me finding you fucking yourself. You got anything to say for yourself, hm?" Her nails dig into your skin, causing your mouth to open just enough to make way for her to spit into your mouth, and you swallow it as she always wanted you to.

"I'm-I'm sorry Mommy, I couldn't help myself I just need to cum. Please make me cum, I'll be good for you!" You beg, giving her your best puppy dog eyes to try and soften whatevers coming next. A dark, mocking chuckle that sends a shiver up your spine falls from Wanda's lips.

"Oh конфетка, you can wait to cum and still be good for me. You will be good for me." She smashes her lips against yours in a bruising kiss, pushing her tongue into your mouth and dominating the kiss as her hand slides up the back of your neck to your scalp and tangles into your hair with a harsh grip, causing you to moan into the kiss. (конфетка=sweetie)

You let out a whimper when she bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood you're sure, and sure enough, when she pulls back there's a metallic taste left in your mouth as you're a panting mess.

"Nat! Come up here, our pet fucked up." She yells out, a smile that makes you tremble in both fear and arousal spreading across her face as you hear Nat call out a response that you didn't pay attention to but could decipher what it was when you hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

Wanda releases her grip on your hair when Natasha enters the room, a confused look on her face as she assesses the situation, opening her mouth to speak before she gets cut off.

"I just walked in on our little slut fucking themself, what do you think we should do about that?" She turns around to face Nat, who in return has one eyebrow raised as she looks at you, "I'm sorry малыш, but I think that Mommy should get to punish you how she wants now. The only reason your current punishment was just not getting to cum is because I convinced her to go easy on you, I can't help you now." She shrugs with an almost sympathetic look on her face.

You gulp as Wanda hums in thought, a smirk on her face as she looks back at you. "Are you sorry, love?" She asks in a condescending tone, a wave of arousal being sent straight to your already dripping core.

You nod frantically, "Yes, I'm so sorry Mommy, couldn't help myself! Please I'll do anything, I promise I'll be so good for you. You can do whatever you want to me! Please Mommy!" Her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as her smirk turns into a dark grin.

"Well котенок, since you say so. How about I take away your soft Daddy, hm? What if I made Daddy a little mean and rough? Let her destroy you after I have a turn with you?" She kisses you again, tightening her grip on your throat a little causing you to whimper against her lips before she pulls away and loosens her grip to let you speak, Natasha coming to sit on the bed next to you. (котенок=kitten)

"I-I don't know if I can take-" Her grip tightens up once more, cutting off your words as she hums in amusement, "Oh, you thought you really had a choice in this? Funny." She pushes you back on the bed by your chest, straddling your hips and your hands going to hers, her hands instantly grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms above your head, you can hear Natasha quietly groan at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Her lips are millimeters away from yours, "No малыш, you don't get to touch me or Daddy right now, you don't fucking deserve it. Now, here's what's gonna happen," She presses a kiss on your jaw, trailing a few down to your neck, "I'm going to have my fun with you, get you all nice and wet so you can take Daddy's cock, but the thing is, Daddy won't be able to move, she'll have to watch us with no relief at all so she gets more and more desperate to fuck your pretty pussy." She continues to kiss your neck for a while, pulling moans and whimpers from you, licking and sucking to mark you. (малыш=baby)

"And, I'm going to make it to where the closer you get to cumming, the crazier Natty becomes, the more desperate you get the more desperate she gets, but it'll 5 times worse for her. And when I'm done with you, she is going to fucking destroy you." She smiles when both you and Natasha let out a moan at her words.

Her eyes glow red, scarlet tendrils wrapping around your wrists to keep them in place as she gets off of you, moving over to straddle Natasha's lap instead and pressing their lips together. You whimper at the sight before you, both women smiling into the kiss at your whiny sound but not stopping their actions.

After a few minutes of them making out in front of you, Wanda pulls away and stands up, snapping her fingers so that all of you are completely nude. Your eyes find their way to Natasha, looking down her body until they land on her fully hardened cock, a moan leaving you as the women chuckle and Natasha leans over to kiss you for a minute. After pulling away, your gaze turns to Wanda, your eyes raking up and down her body and landing on her breasts causing you to bite your lip before the older woman teases about her eyes being further up.

The Sokovian looking at you with a softer look and a reassuring smile, "What's your color, darling?" She cups your cheeks and you smile, "Green." She nods and reminds you that you can stop everything that's happening at any time before she goes back to what she was doing.

She slaps your right cheek, just hard enough for it to sting a little bit, letting out a laugh when you moan, "Really? You like it when I slap you? That's so pathetic sweetie." She backs away, turning to Natasha with a slight smirk.

"You ready, Nat?" She gets a somewhat eager nod from the redhead, "Fuck yes I am baby." The brunette motions Nat to come over to her, so she stands up and stands beside her.

Wanda moves Natasha in front of her and turns her around so she's facing you, her arms wrapping around the Russian and her head resting on her shoulder. Wanda's hands start to roam, squeezing and rubbing while kissing her neck before she eventually runs her hand down lower and grips Natasha hard member, the tip a fiery red due to her being so turned on.

The moan that left Natasha's mouth was sinfully loud, her hips bucking up to get more from the brunettes hand. Wanda decides to give in and starts slowly pumping her hand up and down, her thumb gathering the precum so she can use it as a makeshift lube.

Natasha's whimpering and moaning as Wanda's hand gradually gains speed, you whimpering as well because you're throbbing and desperately need some relief and both Wanda and Natasha keeping their eyes locked on you isn't helping any.

"Do you like watching Mommy pleasure Daddy? You like watching as Daddy gets closer and closer...?" She trails off as she kisses Nats neck, her hand slightly squeezing the woman's cock.

Right before the redhead reaches her orgasm, Wanda pulls away causing the woman to whine before staying quiet at the look she received.

"Get on the bed Nat, on your knees next to y/n," she unwraps her arms from Nats waist, allowing her to get on the bed and kneel next to you, a smile playing across Wanda's lips at how obedient the big bad black widow is for her.

She goes back behind Nat, who's on the edge of the bed, and taps her fingers against her temple, the redheads eyes now glowing red as well signifying that Wanda has full control over her, you can't help but to let out a needy moan at the thought of what's about to happen. The blood red trail of Wanda's magic makes its way around Natasha's biceps, thighs, and waist to hold her in place

"I can't wait to see you all fucked out, конфетка. I've been dying to see Natasha ruin you this entire week," she growls as she crawls in between your legs, positioning your legs so they rest around her hips, kissing her way up your body before your lips meet in a hungry kiss. (конфетка=sweetie)

You hear another groan from Natasha, opening your eyes to look over at her you see her eyes still red and her hands clenched tightly into fists as they shake at her side, earning a moan from you as the sound of her and the feeling of one of Wanda's hands gliding up your body, rolling your nipple in her fingers when she reaches your chest, work together in tandem, causing you to let out a small whimper against her lips when she pinches and pulls at it. Pulling away from your lips she trails kisses down your jawline, to your neck, between the valley of your breasts, and down your little happy trail before lingering her lips just above your mound, another kiss on top and then one gently placed on your clit which in return earns a desperate buck of your hips.

"Not yet, дорогой. Be patient while Mommy plays with you." She moves back up, pecking your lips once more and going back to your chest, swirling her tongue around your nipple as her hand goes to the neglected one. She licks, sucks, and nips at both of your now swollen buds, you squirming to get relief from your sensitive nipples being played with. (дорогой=sweetheart)

Wanda finally relents, moving down once again and licking up your stomach, a smug smirk on your lips at the sound of you moaning.

"Look at Daddy baby, see the way her jaw is clenched and the way her hands are balled up? She wants to fucking ravage you right now, she doesn't want to be soft and sweet like normal, what she wants and needs is to fuck you dumb." She whispers sensually into your ear as you both gaze at Natasha, the latter whimpering as her cock twitches at the image of Wanda's words.

"Daddy..." You mewl, craving to feel her thrusting deep inside of your needy cunt, "Fuck baby, I can't wait to feel you around my cock, need to cum inside you over and over again to truly mark you as mine!" She grits out, her cock painfully erect at the thought of being inside of you.

Using her thumb she once again gathers up the precum on Nats tip, the redhead whining at the faint but pleasurable touch, and bringing it to your lips and pushing it into your mouth and you immediately start sucking, moaning at the taste of your lover.

After cleaning off her thumb, she takes her digit away and kisses you so she herself could taste the woman kneeling beside you, letting out a moan of her own before kissing your neck, moving lower...and lower...until she's finally right where you want her. She drags her nails up and down your inner thighs, reveling in the noises she pulls from you when she gets closer to where you need her.

"Mommy please..." You whisper, gazing into her eyes with a look that could only be described as desperate, needy, and ready to be fucked brainless.

"So fucking pathetic, you're lucky that I need to taste you, need to feel you on my tongue," She mutters, inching closer and closer to your aching heat before licking a long and slow strip through your folds, you moaning louder than you intended when her tongue circled around your clit at a leisurely pace, moving down to your entrance and dipping her tongue inside.

You arch your back, craving to feel her deeper inside and sate your ever growing arousal. You feel her tongue slowly glide back up, her lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly, the sudden change in pace making you gasp, "Shit Mommy! Your tongue feels so good, please don't fucking stop." She hums at your words, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body as her tongue flicks and swirls your clit, another wave of pleasure shooting through you when you hear Natasha moan and whimper at the sound of you begging. You spare another look at the woman beside you, her face red and her eye brows furrowed as she keeps her eyes shut tightly to try and somewhat lessen the affect of you and Wanda in front of her

Her fingers prod at your hole, one sliding in right before the other joins it and begins pumping in and out at the same pace as her tongue.

The coil begins to tighten in your stomach, rapidly but steadily approaching your high once more and just as you're about to fall apart she pulls away, "Fuck! No! Mommy please...I wanna cum, please let me cum." You cry out, canting your hips up to try and get Wanda to continue eating you out but she just smirks and next thing you know there's more red tendrils wrapping up your body, circling around your thighs and hips to keep you in place causing you to whine again, frustrated that you can't move or cum.

"How you feeling baby? Can't wait to fuck their pussy raw, huh?" she directs towards Nat who groans in response, her cock once again twitching, aching and throbbing for relief.

"See what you do to Daddy? She's so fucking hard and right now, you're the only thing that can help her. Why don't we keep going so we can hurry and let Daddy fuck the shit out of you?" She says in a sickeningly sweet tone as she leans back up to kiss you again, tongue invading your mouth as one hand slaps your ass, receiving a yelp against her lips.

She laughs at the way your body tries to squirm, slapping your cheek a little harder than she did at first, "Pathetic fucking slut...can't wait to see you turn into a puddle, unable to move even without me holding you down." she says as she goes down again, pushing three fingers inside your clenching hole and reattaching her mouth to your core.

This time she doesn't slowly work you up, she's relentless in her movements, her fingers fucking you with what feels like the speed of light itself as her tongue works wonders on your hardened bud to ease the slight pain of her fingers stretching you out.

It's not long before you're nearing the edge again, "Mommy please, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I can't hold it!" You moan, arching your back as much as you can with currently being tied up.

"Oh baby, you're close already? What a needy bitch, you're worse than a dog in heat дорогой." She says in between quick licks and sucks, the sound of her voice reverberating up your body and pushing you even closer to cumming. (дорогой=sweetheart)

She stops at the last second, one more pump of her fingers and flick of her tongue and you would've been coming undone.

"Hm, I think you're ready for Daddy's cock, Love. Are you ready to fuck our baby Natty?" She grins in amusement at both yours and Natasha's needy sounds and removes herself from between your legs.

"Color?" She turns to you with a softer look in her eyes again, nodding once you give her the go ahead.

She flicks her wrist and Natasha's restraints are gone, the desperate woman instantly crawling in between your legs so quickly you couldn't even process what was happening until she was thrusting herself into you, both of you letting out desire fueled groans and moans at the feeling of Natasha finally being inside you.

She doesn't give you much time at all to get used to the stretch, immediately setting out a brutal pace that has you turned into a blabbering mess.

She's muttering about how good your pussy feels wrapped around her to herself, letting herself fall overtop of you and resting her head in the crook of your neck as she ruins you just like Wanda said she would.

"Pl-please slow do-wn! I can't take it daddy, it's too much I cant-" You cry, unexpectedly getting cut off by Wanda's lips, the woman seemingly to suddenly appear next to you as your attention was on the feeling of Natasha pounding into you.

"Fucking take it, I don't give a fuck if it hurts or if it's too much, you're going to take my fucking cock baby. Just let Daddy use you, okay?" Her thrusts matching up with some words to emphasize her point, you moaning into Wanda's mouth each time she slides back in.

Wanda pulls away and smiles at you, briefly causing your eyes to glaze over as you bask in the woman's beautiful features as best you can before Natasha pushes your legs up to your chest, the new angle making your eyes roll back and mouth fall open in a silent moan.

Wanda's hand finds it way back to your throat, squeezing hard enough to make you light headed before you feel something against your clit, a vibrating sensation that makes you feel like you could die from pleasure right now as you see one of Wanda's tendrils moving against your clit, and another against her own as she lets out a low moan.

"Mm, fuck. I could fuck your pretty little pussy forever котенок, never wanna stop fucking you. Shit I'm gonna cum, I'm fucking gonna breed you baby!" Natasha mumbles almost incoherently, her words flinging you closer to the edge but you find that you can't get any closer, a confused look mixing with your current faces of pleasure.

Your head turns to look at Wanda who just has a smug smile on her face and you realize that she's using her powers to stop you from being able to cum, you just cry out in frustration as tears brim your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming your entire body in the best way possible.

Wanda turns your head to look back at her after your head lolled back into the pillow, a moan leaving her mouth before she kisses you and mutters a soft "So fucking beautiful."

Natasha keeps mumbling, you not caring to try and decipher her babbling as you're too busy begging Wanda to let you cum against her lips.

"Hmm," she pretends to hum in thought though her answer is already set in stone, "No. Not yet." Your groan turns into a moan as a Natasha somehow quickens her already rapid pace, something you honestly didn't think possible, not being able to keep kissing her Wanda settles back down next to you and gives into her own pleasure, working herself up.

"Fuck fuck oh fuck!" You feel Natasha's cock throb and twitch inside you as she thrusts harder and deeper than ever before, spurts of her cum filling you up until she starts thrusting again, the same pace as before with just as much desperation and desire in her actions.

Being constantly on the edge of cumming made you lose your mind, body trembling and shuddering, "Please Mommy, I can't fucking take it I need to cum, I need to cum so bad. Please I'll do anything, I'll be so good for you and Daddy just please let me cum!" You manage to get out in between moans and whimpers, making eye contact with the Sokovian woman who smiles at you.

"After Natty cums one more time you can, you can take it a little while longer, can't you? It'll make Mommy and Daddy so happy if you just let it happen." She convinces you, knowing that you wouldn't be able to resist pleasing them, and cooing condescendingly when all you manage is a frantic nod of your head.

Natasha starts moaning louder, rutting into you as her orgasm approaches, her hands gripping your hips tightly for some leverage.

"Shit! I fucking love your pussy, so perfect and wet and warm!" She whimpers as she smashes her lips against yours, cumming deep inside you once more as you're assuming Wanda released her magic use on you because soon you're falling over the long awaited edge as Wanda moans a desperate "Shit cum with me, малыш!"(малыш=baby)

Wanda curses in Sokovian and grips onto the sheets, you basically screaming as Natasha guides you through both of your orgasms, only slowing down when neither of you can keep up with the kiss, the whimpers becoming too frequent to work around.

She slowly pulls out and you feel Wanda wrap an arm around your waist, the red magic disappearing from your body and the red glow fading from of the older women's eyes.

"You both did so good for me, моя любовь. I love you so much, and I couldn't be happier to call you two mine." Wanda praises you and Nat after Natasha falls to your side, plopping down as she tries to catch her breath and also wraps her arm around you, her hand resting on Wanda's hip, "We love you too Wanda." She smiles. (моя любовь=my loves)

You smile tiredly at the two of them, pressing a chaste kiss to each of their cheeks and whispering a soft "We really do Wands." before you drift off to sleep in your lovers arms.