#stepmom!wanda

[mommyslittlebird]

Mommy needs you

Bottom!Stepmom!Wanda x Stone!Reader

After a long day of teasing, you finally decide to treat your clearly desperate stepmom, Wanda, to a reward.

CW: Stepmom/Stepdaughter, cheating, dirty talk, humiliation, blowjobs, voyeurism, mentions of bondage, Wanda has a penis. MDNI.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I have to go to work in like 4 hours but I was consumed with ✨thoughts✨. Writing blowjobs is so hard because it means one of your characters can’t talk 😭. I wrote this like 5 different times before I got to a version I actually liked, and still the end was a bit rushed, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

In her defense, you had been teasing her all evening. The way you’d licked the whisk clean, using the hot kitchen as an excuse to strip down to little more than just an apron, a few too many two-finger-taste-tests, giving her two of your fingers for taste tests of her own. You really couldn’t blame her.

Still, you couldn’t hold back a smirk as you sat across from her and your father at the kitchen table. Luckily, your father paid little attention to either of you as he hurriedly wolfed down his dinner in preparation for his night shift at work. He hadn’t even been downstairs for half an hour before he was throwing his coat over his shoulders.

“Alright,” he sighed in the same tone he used before he left every night. He always made it sound like he was leaving for 8 months when he’d only be gone 8 hours. You wished he’d leave for 8 months. “It’s time for me to head out.” He bent over and kissed Wanda’s forehead, which was noticeably sweatier than usually. “Get some rest, both of you!” He called before walking out the door, leaving you and your stepmother alone.

A small giggle escaped your lips as your stepmother turned to face you. She looked nothing short of pathetic, breathless as she practically humped the wooden dining chair. You stood up, circling the table to stand behind her. “Did you enjoy your dinner mommy?” you asked, nuzzling her neck while you ran your hand down the front of her pink sweater.

She bit her lip. “Mhm,” she groaned, grinding further into her chair as your lips met her neck.

“Mmm you seemed like you were enjoying it,” you teased, kissing up under her ear. “Can I get you anything else? Dessert, perhaps?”

“Please detka,” she moaned. As your hand got lower and lower, her hips started to buck up against it instead of down against the chair.

You reached between her legs, lightly tracing her bulge with the tips of your fingers. “Aww poor mommy. I bet this needy little cock can’t wait for another course can it? It must hurt so bad rubbing up against this denim, hmm?” You gently squeezed the fabric for emphasis.

“N-no. Please detka, I need you,” she stammered.

“Aww does mommy need her little girl to take care of her?” you feigned sympathy.  She nodded eagerly. “Tell me mommy. Tell me how bad you need me.” You kept massaging her through her pants.

“Please. Oh please, I’m so hard for you it hurts. Please, I need your mouth, your hands, anything please!”

“Shh mommy it’s okay. I’m gonna take good care of you. Let’s just get you to the couch, okay?”

To your surprise, Wanda didn’t protest. She stood up on shaking legs and made her way to the living room, laying out a blanket before sitting down. You followed close behind her, heart racing as she wordlessly followed your directions. You could see the desperation in her green eyes. How could you not give her exactly what she wanted?

You stroked her hair out of her face, meeting her gaze. “I’m going to take such good care of you, mommy. Just lay down. Just like that.” You guided her head down on to a couple pillows you had grabbed.

She was already in the process of kicking out of her jeans to reveal a lacy pair of pink panties: one’s she had stolen from you. Her dick was straining uncomfortably against the fabric, leaking precum from the tip that threatened to escape through the leg hole. “Aww mommy, you’ve made a mess of my panties. It’s okay. I’ll forgive you just ‘cause they look so pretty on you. Do you wear my panties when you play with yourself?”

Wanda’s whole face reddened. She did, and you knew that after catching her late one evening with her cock and a light blue thong in her hand. The thought that she got off to the thought of you even when you weren’t around sent a shot of pleasure between your own legs. She nodded bashfully.

“That’s very naughty of you, mommy. Getting yourself off to the thought of your little girl’s pussy,” you teasingly scolded. “Maybe for that you deserve to have these little panties shoved in your mouth, hmm?” You chuckled darkly, toying with the waistband. “Maybe we’ll save those for later, when your pretty little brain can’t come up with any more words.”

You pulled the fabric down, smirking as her already twitching cock sprung out. You were practically salivating at the way a thin trail of precum dripped down from the tip like melted wax from a candle.  “Mommy you have the prettiest little cock in the whole entire world,” you started, kissing a trail up her shaft. When you got to the top you opened your mouth wider, allowing the tip to creep in past your lips. You moaned at her taste.

She groaned and allowed her head to roll back. It was a gorgeous sight, the way her hips arched away from the sofa to force her further down your throat. You greedily accepted every inch, bobbing your head so far down the tip hit the back of your throat. Your eyes rolled back as you took her down to hilt, reaching your hand up to fondle her balls.

“Oh that’s it sweet girl, you're making mommy feel so good. Keep going just like that.” It took all her strength to keep her head up, but the beautiful sight between her legs made it all worth it. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth detka. You’re mommy’s pretty girl.”

She thrust her hips up desperately into your mouth, causing you to gag and sputter around her. Saliva fell from your open mouth, sloppily covering her shaft. “Fuck, you’re making such pretty noises,” she whined. You pinned her hips to the sofa, mostly stilling her hips from her needing rutting. She whimpered, looking like she might cry if you stopped now.

Naturally, you stopped, lifting your head and moving to nip at her thighs.

“No! No, please!” she begged. “I’ll stay still. I’ll be good, I promise.”

You kissed her balls, sucking the skin into your mouth while stroking her shaft with your hand. “Shh,” you soothed. “You’re being all perfect and needy for me. I just need you to last a little bit longer, okay?” You rubbed her tip with the pad of your thumb, wiping away the dribbling precum.

She nodded, defeated but determined to behave. She attempted to still her hips but she couldn’t help but buck up into your hand.

You rested your head innocently on her thigh. “You're just so pathetic and desperate for me aren’t you? You need your little girl to milk your little cock for for you?” you teased. She nodded, propping herself up on her elbows.

Determined to knock her back down, you took her length back in your mouth. You closed your lips around her, sucking and licking the tip. She cried out and fell back against the pillows. Satisfied, you picked up the pace, going just as fast as you'd been going before

She wiped away the hair that clung to your sweaty forehead. She wanted to see the look in your eyes, and she was not disappointed when your blown out pupils met hers. “Keep looking at me detka. Mommy’s gonna cum for you. You want to watch mommy cum?”

You nodded eagerly. She had lasted longer than you’d expected, even though it had still been less than 10 minutes. Her hips stammered pathetically as she filled your mouth with her cum. You swallowed, determined not to miss a drop. You felt her go soft in your mouth and finally lifted your head, watching as trails of spit dripped down her cock.

“Oh you were so needy for me, weren’t you mommy? You came so fast for me.” you teased, lightly grazing her sides with your fingernails. Her body shivered in response.

“Yes, detka. Thank you, you made mommy feel so good.” She was breathless, staring open mouthed at the ceiling as she laid limp against the pillows.

“Mmm you tasted so good, mommy.” You eased her sweater up slowly, kissing a wet trail from her stomach up her chest. You took one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking and flicking fetherlight touches with your tongue.

“Mm carefully sweetheart,” she warned. “You know how sensitive mommy gets after- ah!” You cut her off with a sharp squeeze to her other nipple.

“Mommy?” you asked. “Do you think you have any more cum left for me?” You knew from experience that Wanda usually couldn’t get hard a second time in the same night, but you thought it was worth an ask anyway.

She chuckled. “No more, honey. Not tonight. Sorry you didn’t get to play with mommy for so long. That’s what you get for teasing all day.”

You whined, finding your way back to her overly sensitive nipple. “‘s okay,” you reassured. You contented yourself to keep playing with her chest, lazily circling your tongue around her skin, sucking and flicking her bud with the tip of your tongue. After a few minutes, she gently pulled you back, wincing as her abused nipple was exposed to the chill air. You moved to the other nipple, but you were stopped by Wanda pulling the sweater back down, tucking it under your head.

“Do you want mommy to play with you tonight?” she asked.

You thought for a moment. You rarely derived any pleasure from anyone touching you directly. You still let Wanda’s needy hands wander, but it was more for her pleasure than yours. If she was super good for you, sometimes you’d let her watch you masterbate. Other times you were just very loud and left the door open a little bit so she would catch you. You loved to pretend you didn’t notice her as she jerked off through the crack in the door. The thought gave you an idea. You grinned sadistically.

“I think,” you started, tracing your finger up over her sweater, “I might like to have you all tied up on my bed while I touch myself.”

She moaned at the unexpected proposal.

“Do you think you’d like that? To watch me get myself off to your pathetic body while you can do nothing but squirm around?” you asked. You watched her eyes dilate at your words. “My pervy stepmommy, watching her little girl fuck herself. I bet that’d make you all needy and desperate all over again.”

You stood up next to the couch, reaching out your hand for her to take. You helped her up. She moved to get redressed, but grabbed her wrist when she went to put her (your) panties back on, snatching them out of her hand.

��Nuh uh,” you chided. “These are going in your mouth.”

[mmywanda]

Imagine step-mom Wanda.

“This is what all step mamas do, darling.”

She says as two fingers are buried knuckle deep inside you. You whimper, nodding with teary eyes.

“A—All mamas..” You whisper, bucking your hips, begging her for more. She bites her lip, and slowly thrusts her fingers.

“Mommy!” You moan, to which she covers your mouth with her hand.

“Shh, detka, you don’t want to wake up your father, do you?” She smirks, her thrusts speeding up. She loves watching the tears form in your eyes, the way you try so desperately to be quiet.

You hold your breath in an attempt to silence yourself.

“Good girl, so good for mama, hm?” She whispers, leaning forward to kiss your lips gently.

You let out a shaky breath, kissing her back eagerly. Wanda was your first kiss, your first fuck, your first infatuation. So that means everything was so much more exciting. Kissing her feels electric and you only hope she feels the same way.

And judging by the wet patch on her underwear, she does.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Missed You

Step mom!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Word count: 859

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepmom/stepdaughter, induced lactation/nursing, emotional distress, guilt, age gap (W=35 R=19)

Authors notes: Thank you to @scarlethexelove for helping with this when I was stressing

You'd been at college all year, using every excuse to not go home. You were so nervous to see her again. Before you had left, your stepmom had let you know how she truly felt about you. You felt the same, but it scared you, so you ran away to college and stayed away. Now it was the middle of June and you sat in your car in the driveway, gripping the wheel until your knuckles were white.

She's your stepmom. This isn't right. It's wrong to be in love with her, but you couldn't help it. Her warm and loving nature pulls you in. You tried to get her off your mind at college, but every time you tried to be with someone else, it felt wrong.

Every time, you thought of her. Once or twice, you'd been slapped and left when you called out her name. You take a deep, shaky breath as you finally get out of the car and grab your suitcase. Opening the front door when you get there you call out, "Anyone home?" Then you hear her feet padding on the floor and she comes around the corner. The biggest smile on her face. You want to melt when you see it.

"Oh malyshka, you're home." She comes over and wraps her arms around you. You can't help but melt into her. All the tension you've been holding onto melts away in an instant. Your arms wrap around her waist as you bury your face in her chest.

You breathe her in, and suddenly you want to cry. You left her for ten months. Ten fucking months. You guys got to be together for two weeks, and then you left her. You feel so shitty for that.

“I'm..m'sorry for leaving like that...” Your voice cracks and breaks. Wanda rubs soothing circles on your back,

“Shhh moya krasivaya sladkaya devochka (my beautiful sweet girl).” She brings you over to the couch.

“I-I missed you so much, Mama.” Wanda shushes you again as she pulls you into her lap. She makes you feel safe and wanted. Who cares what others think of you and your relationship with Wanda. You want this.

Wanda kisses the top of your head as she cradles you in her arms. “I love you so much, malyshka. I'm just happy you're home.”

“R-really Mama?” You ask, looking up at her. She had you cradled so nicely. You were in the perfect spot to suckle. You had gotten to do it once before you left, and Wanda had promised that when you came back for break, she'd be lactating for you. This confused you because at the time, as you didn't realize you could induce that without being pregnant.

You doubted that she'd be prepared for this. Maybe Thanksgiving and Christmas she had tried, and then when you didn't show up, you assumed she'd give up on that little fantasy

Wanda gently strokes your cheek. “Oh moya sladkaya devochka (my sweet girl) of course Mama loves and misses you.” You whine and nuzzle into her chest.

“Love you too, Mama. M'sorry I didn't come back, was scared.” You mumble against her.

“What were you scared of, sweetheart?” She asks and you blush, burying your face against her.

“S-scared of you...of of falling in love and...and...” She pulls you back out and into a kiss that you melt into. Your racing thoughts coming to a halt.

“I understand that it's scary baby, but I do love you so very much.” A heat rises in you, your stomach flipping as you grip her shirt tightly.

“Love you mama! So so much!” You blush even harder and hide your face, which causes her to chuckle.

You're nuzzling into her chest, and you hear as she lets out a gasp. You look up to her, your eyes wide with wonder.

“What is it, Mama?” You ask.

“Mama's chest is sensitive, baby.” Then you notice it. A wet spot where her nipple is. You lick your lips at the thought.

“M-Mama...are..are you...?”

She smiles down at you. Without answering, she moves you enough to pull her shirt off, revealing her bare chest. Her pebbled peaks leaking some milk. You lick your lips as you can't help but stare.

“You...you still...?” You swallow hard just wanting to give in and latch on.

“Every time I knew a break was coming up, I'd start back up.” She pulls you gently until you happily latch on, feeling her warm milk filling your mouth. You relax against her, eyes twinkling up at her as you listen. “I never gave up hope that you'd come back. I knew you'd find your way back.”

You whine around her as you continue to suckle. Feeling bad for leaving her full and sensitive, just waiting for you to be here. “S-Sowwy Mama.” You mumble around her some of her milk trickling out your mouth.

She carefully wipes it up. “Enough apologies, milaya. All that matters is this and we have two whole weeks to ourselves.” You get excited at the thought of two whole weeks with just her and all the stuff the two of you would get up to.

[wandaslovey]

𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

: ̗̀➛ stepmom!wanda x fem!reader

parts: TBD

summary: after years of internally pining for your stepmother, you become increasingly incapable of hiding your feelings. you didn’t know all along that wanda was aware of your attraction and was just waiting for you to snap and admit your feelings. once you finally cave and throw all caution to the wind, your relationship turns into something you never expected.

au/background: stepmom!wanda is shameless in life, but she’s still smart, careful and calculated. she lives for her boys, but you quickly become imprinted on her heart as well. she loves to revisit her old self (which was a bit emo) with you, smoking weed occasionally, blasting her favorite artist (bon jovi) in the car, and drinking too much wine with dinner when the boys go to bed early. it was almost like she had a double side—one that was presented to the world for neighbors, strangers, your father and her boys.. but you got a glimpse into a whole different side of her. (she also likes aerosmith, queen, led zeppelin, def leppard etc 😋)

authors note: my most famous/liked fic (by far) was pairing the reader with stepmom!wanda. you can read that here, if you’d like :3 i figured i’d finally indulge all your guys’s naughty little taboo fantasies by writing this series >:)

[urmomisunderme2]

Wanda Maximoff is just so mommy, like even the way she breathes is mommy. I just want her to baby me and undermine me “aww is that good honey?” “Yes mommy yes please” goddd😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[eternallyconfuzed]

Love all of my writers but I need y’all pumping more works out because a bitch is THIRSTY for content. (: please

[notyouraverageswitch]

Just found your blog and wanted to say you seem like such a fun puppy to play with. I saw your nsfw asks post, and figured I'd give you some that I'm curious about. Feel free to answer as few or as many as you want, but I'd love to hear your answers to 11, 12, or 14.

(Also I wouldn't mind claiming 🤠. This cowgirl is a switch, 22 and she/her)

Well hello cowgirl~

Of course I'll answer~

11. What kink/fantasy of yours are you the most embarrassed about? Why?

Well I guess as much as I love my piss kink I also get embarrassed about it. I've been with my partner for 7 years and still get all flushed over it and nervous even when he asks.

12. What’s the weirdest thing that turned you on? Did you masturbate to it? Would you do it again?

I mean I feel like I'm pretty desensitized to what's weird anymore with the kinks I have, but I guess certain fics of Step-mom!Wanda specifically where she's called Mama by the reader makes me feel a certain way. I love Mommy, but something about Mama just makes me feral.

14. What body part would you worship on other people to the end of time because NGHHHH?

Hands and boobies~

[softlymaximoff]

Hi, can you do a moodboard with Stepmom!Wanda please??

Secrets I’ve held in my heart 🩶

[mommyslittlebird]

Everything You Need

Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: Wanda takes great responsibility with being your mama. Maybe even too much responsibility at times. She’s determined to be everything you could ever need.

CW: Breastfeeding, Somnophilia (so noncon), loss of virginity, first kiss, fingering, arousal tasting, Wanda is a little freak

Word Count: ~3.5k (I didn’t check)

A/N: The final chapter. It’s very bittersweet. I have loved this story quite possibly more than anything I’ve written before. However, I’m very proud to wrap it up and put a little bow on this series as a finish project at last.

Part 6 of Her Special Girl

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Infuriatingly enough, Wanda’s milk came late one morning when you weren’t home. In fact, you weren’t going to be home at all until later that evening, after all your classes were over. It took every bit of her willpower not to text you as soon as it happened. She wanted it to be a surprise.

But all it would take is one text. You could be home in ten minutes. The two of you would have all afternoon to yourselves. She could have Vision pick the boys up from school. Email Natasha and take the rest of the day off. Your father wouldn’t be home until tonight.

No. No, your schoolwork was important. She would let you finish up your classes, and you would be home in six hours, and then she could slip into your room after the boys and your father went to bed. After pumping this morning, she probably wouldn’t have much more milk until then anyway.

It was a noble goal, truly.

She made it 45 minutes. She sat in front of her desk, trying to work through an excel sheet. But she couldn’t focus. All the cells twisted and melted together as her brain swam with daydreams. You were going to be so excited. She imagined your smile when she told you: your eyes would crinkle at the corners, squinting into crescents so tight it looked like they were nearly closed. Your cheeks would form your perfect dimples, 2 on your left cheek, 1 on the right. The one on your right cheek only made an appearance when you were really happy.

Finally, she caved. She shot Natasha a short, nondescript email, Vision a short text, and you an equally brief text, asking if you could come home early because she had a surprise. She paced around your bedroom, obsessively folding and unfolding the throw blanket at the foot of your bed.

She fluffed the pillows, made up the sheets, flattened out the comforter and tucked it in at the sides of the mattress, only to then strip the bed completely and put on new, clean sheets, even though she just changed them three days ago.

She truly hadn’t been this excited in ages. She hadn’t even been this neurotic when she learned you were coming home for the first time in three years. Of course she cleaned in the weeks leading up to it, a lot. But she hadn’t necessarily had time to prepare for the immediate event of your arrival, given that you had arrived a bit unexpectedly a week early.

She felt like a pregnant dog obsessively digging through her whelping box, or a mother bird perfecting every twig of her nest in preparation for her hatching eggs.

Her baby was coming. Everything had to be perfect.

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Wanda laid awake, staring at the vaulted ceiling until it appeared to be stretching, tightening the walls around her that threatened to swallow her up. It was well past midnight, probably around 2am, but she hadn’t been able to sleep a wink. She couldn’t stop thinking about today: the twin’s kindergarten orientation.

She held it off for as long as she could, just like she had with every other aspect of their growing up. Every milestone they’d ever reached had been a blade through her heart. They all felt like the world’s cold hands were ripping her babies from her arms.

If it weren’t for Vision, they might not even be potty trained despite having shown signs of readiness very early.

She hated how fast they were growing up. How all the other adults in their life fawned over how “independent they were for their age”. She loved her boys more than anything in the world, but god she wished they were more clingy and needy. They never even wanted to sleep in the bed with her. She had tried to force the habit, but they always managed to wriggle their tiny bodies out of her loving arms.

It didn’t help that they were twins so they could rely on each other for some things instead of just her.

And then there was kindergarten orientation. She watched as all the other children cried and clung to their mothers with desperation. She knew it bordered on sadism, but she felt a slight tinge of hope that her beautiful boys might feel the same desperation at the thought of being separated from her.

But they didn’t.

They pranced into the classroom together, elated by the prospect of new toys and friends to play with. They hardly even gave her a second glance. They were no longer her tiny, helpless babies that relied on her for everything. She tried to tell herself that independence was good. Natural. But her heart felt like it was being ripped apart. Her babies weren’t babies anymore. They didn’t need her like they had before.

She couldn’t have any more children. She had a stepdaughter, but you hated her as far as she knew. Not to mention you were old enough to move out on your own. You didn’t need her at all.

And soon her boys wouldn’t either. She would be left all alone: the empty husk of a woman rotting away with no purpose. No one to care for. No one to love her unconditionally. No one to love her at all.

Alright. She was spiraling. She needed to take a walk.

She threw her robe over her thin pajama shirt and headed for the kitchen. Maybe some tea would clear her mind.

But before she could head down the stairs, she heard something odd. Was that the shower? No one should be in the shower at this time of night. You had gotten in the shower before she went to bed, but that had been hours ago.

She cracked open your bedroom door, finding your room empty. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Honey? Are you okay in there?”

No answer. Her stomach churned. Something wasn’t right. She stood on her tiptoes, reaching for the key they kept above the doorway in case of emergency and unlocked the door.

“Honey?” She called, stepping quietly into the bathroom. She didn’t want to invade your privacy, but she could feel in her gut that something was wrong.

That’s when she saw you, limp and freezing on the bathroom tile. She flung open the glass door in a frenzy, braving shutting off the freezing water and pulling your wet, naked body into her arms. “Oh! My sweet girl. How long have you been in here? I just woke up to use the restroom and I heard the water still running. You poor thing, have you been in here all night? You’re freezing. Your poor lips are purple! Come on, let's get you warmed up.”

She picked you up cradling you against her chest like a baby. Her baby. She looked down, taking in your face. Your lips were purple, but slightly parted. Your little noises mimicked a baby’s coos, chirps and whines made in place of words. She laid you down on top of a blanket, carefully folding the ends over your freezing body into a comforting swaddle.

When your small, shaking body inched closer to her, wrapping around her waist like a scarf, her heart melted. She pushed the wet hair from your eyes, gently caressing your head. And as she looked into your eyes, something in the universe clicked. She had spent all night feeling so empty, like her very purpose was fading away, but it was all restored by the look you gave her. It was the same look she wished to see on her boys’ face this morning: clingy, needy, and completely reliant on her.

You needed her, and she needed you to need her. “Aww my sweet girl. You’ll be alright. I’m not going anywhere. Mama’s here.”

When you tugged weakly at her nightshirt, pulling her towards you with tiny, desperate hands, she did not hesitate to crawl under the blankets and pull you into her arms. “You poor thing, you're still freezing. It’s okay, mama will keep warm.”

She thought nothing of it when you started to pull the nightshirt over her head, exposing her bare skin to your own. You were still ice cold to the touch, but she pressed your entire body to hers, cradling you to her chest. She held you like she would have if you had just come into the world, laying you bare against the skin of her chest. She cradled the back of your head with her hand, inhaling your smell. The smell of her baby. “Mmm, you’re right this will get you all nice and warmed up. You're a very smart girl.”

“I love you, mama.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

She kissed your head, enveloping you with her warmth. She held you tight, even as she finally felt your body go limp on top of her. She sang you sovokian lullabies as you slept, rubbing up and down your back, circling the swell of your ass. You were so soft. You were so little. She pressed her fingers into your palm, watching as your infantile reflexes caused you to wrap your hand around them.

She felt as you unconsciously shifted, nuzzling your face into her neck. She giggled as your warm breath tickled her skin. She held your face, placing her thumb just in between your parted lips. “My beautiful girl,” she whispered, lifting your face to press a gentle kiss to your lips. Your first kiss, completely forgotten by your unconscious mind.

There were other things you didn’t remember. Many nights when she had crept in after you had fallen asleep to explore your soft body. You only ever wore slips to bed, when you wore anything at all. You loved the feeling of soft blankets on your skin. In some ways, she imagined you did it just for her: leaving yourself as a little present to unwrap at the end of the day.

She always treated you so delicately, with the utmost love and respect. She did love you, after all. She would take care of you just as any mother would. So when your body started to yearn for more, responding to her gentle caresses with an arched back and whiny breaths, she couldn’t bring herself to deny you.

“Shhh,” she soothed, positioning her body over yours, “Mama’s got you. Just relax. Let mama take care of you.” She eased her hand down your body, slowly pushing up the hem of your slip and rubbing her fingers over your panties. She could feel a damp spot growing over the thin, silky material under her fingertips.

You whined and bucked your hips against her hand.

“Oh angel,” she breathed, kissing your temple. “You poor thing. So needy for mama. It’s okay baby. I’m gonna take of Every. Little. Thing.” She slipped her hand under the fabric and circled your clit slowly before sliding a single finger inside of you.

“God you’re so tight. I bet no one’s ever touched you here before, have they, sweet girl?” She whispered. You stirred, whining and rubbing your eyes. “Shshsh, go back to sleep baby. Let mama take care of your needy body.”

She slowed down, stilling completely until she was sure you were asleep. Only then did she start to move, slow and gentle. She kissed your temple, soothing your writhing, sleeping body. She cooed praises into your ear as she pumped a single finger in and out of you. Her palm massaged your clit in perfect, gentle circles. It was enough to make your untouched body cum in minutes.

“That's my good girl,” she whispered. “Letting mama take care of you like this.”

She slowly pulled her finger from you, drinking down the remnants of your first ever orgasm. One you would never remember, but she would, forever.

She was gentler with you than anyone else would be, she told herself. You were too good for anyone. She would have to protect you from them. She had to make sure you never wanted for anything. She would be your sole source of happiness and safety, more than your own mother, or anyone else for that matter, ever had been. She would feel your entire life with so much laughter and love you would forget there was even a world outside of her. She was determined to be your mother, your lover, your best and closest friend. She would be everything you could ever need.

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When she heard the sound of your keys in the front door, she practically jumped down the stairs. She was in the foyer before you could even unlace your shoes, holding something conspicuously behind her back.

You smiled at her with giddy excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet. She licked her lip, slowly pulling a small plastic container from behind her back. At the bottom of the container was a small amount of a yellowish white liquid. You looked at the liquid, then back up at her beaming face. “Is that…” you asked knowingly.

She eagerly nodded. You ran into her arms excitedly, beaming from ear to ear. She pulled you into a deep kiss, practically bending you backwards with the ferocity of it. You reached up to grab the back of her neck, holding her face in your other hand. By the time you pulled back, you were both breathless, but you could hardly keep away, following the kiss with several more pecks punctuated by smiles and bits of laughter. You nuzzled your nose against her, rubbing your excitement all over her.

She moved away only far enough to set the plastic container down on the nearest surface available before pulling you back into her arms.

“Can I drink it?” you asked, cradling her cheek once more.

“Not that one,” she responded. She had read it was best to pour the first milk out. As much as she loathed to throw any of the precious liquid away, your health was too precious to risk. “But every other drop I ever make is for you.” She kissed you again, resting her forehead against yours. “All for you.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck and jumping up to wrap your legs around her waist. She caught you with practiced ease, looping her arms under your butt and making her way up the stairs.

You tried to kiss her more, but she chuckled. “Careful, sweet girl. You’re gonna make mama fall.”

It wasn’t until she made it into your room that she gently laid you down on your back and bent over to press her lip to yours.

Your hands slid up under her shirt, pulling it up over her head as she crawled on top of you. Her bra came shortly after, sliding down over her shoulders revealing her perfect chest. She had grown nearly an entire cup size since she had started pumping two months ago. Luckily she was a small C to begin with, so most of her bras still fit, if not a little snugly.

You impatiently moved down to her swollen nipples, trying to secure one between your lips in the awkward position. She buried her hand in your hair, pulling you back firmly. “Be patient, sweet girl. Let me sit down first.”

You nodded, mouth still eagerly open and eyes blown wide with hunger and desire. “Yes, mama.”

She sat at the headboard, adjusting the pillows around her lap. She beckoned you up. You crawled into her lap, laying down with your head cradled in the crook of her elbow. “There you go,” she cooed, easing you into her chest.

Your lips gently closed around her nipple. Despite your prior impatience, your position in her arms eased your eager mind. Your suckling was slow and methodical, keeping a gentle and consistent rhythm. Wanda ran her hand through your hair, cooing gently. “That’s my sweet girl. Just like that.”

There was a tense thirty seconds where she worried the milk would not come. She had just pumped hardly an hour ago. But, in time, she felt the smooth start to flow from her breast. She inhaled sharply. The hand that combed through your hair started to shake as she brought it to her own mouth. She had waited so long for this moment: she was feeding her baby from her own body. Nothing had ever felt so magical.

“Oh,” she sighed, bringing her hand back down to caress your soft cheek. The thin peach fuzz on your face felt so unbelievably soft under her knuckles as she felt the rhythmic pulse of suckling from the outside. “My baby.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, gently rolling down her cheeks and neck onto her bare chest. She was so happy. She could sit here just like this forever, listening to the peaceful sound of your suckling. Your eyelids fluttered blissfully, as if you were drinking some magical elixir that calmed every muscle in your body. You were completely limp in her arms, maybe even more so than you would be if you were sleeping. Your head was emptied of every thought. There was just Wanda and her sweet, warm essence pouring down your throat.

Wanda chuckled softly as a small drop of milk formed at the corner of your mouth. She wiped it away. “Messy girl,” she whispered playfully. Her hand worked its way down to your stomach, lifting your shirt and circling the soft skin there. She imagined it filling, swelling with her milk until you were completely sated. Until you didn’t need anything else but her.

There wasn’t very much milk, at the moment. Between both of her breasts, you were probably only able to get about an ounce. But there would be more. There would always be more for you. She would make sure of it. There would always be as much as you needed.

You moved to pull away, but she held you close. “Not yet, little love,” she requested quietly. Her hand moved lower, trailing down your bare stomach until it slipped its way under the waistband of your pants. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand slid between your legs, edging them apart slightly. Her middle finger gently traced your slit, stopping to circle your clit. You moaned into her chest causing a small moan to escape her lips as well. She pushed your underwear aside, pushing two fingers past your entrance. The rhythm of your suckling faltered as she pumped her fingers.

The angle was slightly awkward, but it was heavenly. It was the same angle she had used to give you your first ever orgasm, with an extra finger. You didn’t know, as you had no recollection of it, but she surely did.

The base of her palm rubbed perfectly against your clit with every stroke. The pads of her fingers curled so perfectly inside of you. Your eyes, already heavy with relaxation, rolled back. Your body, already limp in her arms, molded perfectly with hers. Your mind, already void of all stress and thoughts, was overtaken with pleasure.

She could feel every whimper and moan amplified with her nipple still tucked securely between your lips. Your pleasure became her pleasure in a perfect combination of two bodies.

When you came on her fingers, the moans and vibrations that rang through her chest sent her into her own orgasm, one she didn’t expect and, quite frankly, didn’t know was possible.

After coaxing every drop of your excitement your body would allow, She brought her fingers to her mouth, swallowing down your essence as you had swallowed hers.

She finally allowed you to pull away, adjusting your body to lay on top of hers. You kicked your pants and shirt off, removing any clothes she had from her body as well. There would be nothing in between. You couldn’t bear to feel anything but her skin against hers. Your legs tangled in with hers as you rested your head in her neck.

“Mmm, I love you mama.” You hummed pleasantly, craning your neck you to kiss her jaw.

“I love you too, sweet girl,” she said, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. “More than all the stars in the sky.” She rubbed soothing circles into your back. She rocked you quietly singing you the same Sovokian lullaby she had all those years ago, coaxing you to sleep.

There was no greater place of peace anywhere in the world. You were sure of it. She was everything you needed. Everything you would ever need.

[mmywanda]

Got a step!mom Wanda x innocent!reader fic in the works ;)

[nattysgirl]

She absolutely knew what she was doing

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Mama's Good Girl

Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Word count: 825

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, collaring, breath play, stepcest, thigh grinding, age gap (W=35 R=19)

Authors notes: Step mom Wanda could save me I swear

The soft click of the door closing behind you signals your return home from college for the weekend. The house is quiet, and a warm sense of calm washes over you as you step inside, letting your bag drop onto the floor. You’ve been looking forward to this all week—some alone time with Wanda, your stepmom.

She greets you at the top of the staircase, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looks down at you. Her presence is magnetic as always, dressed in a silk robe that hugs her figure, her hair tumbling over her shoulders like scarlet waves.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” she coos, her voice laced with warmth and something more…something that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Dad’s out of town for the weekend, so it’s just us,” Wanda continues, her smile widening as she gestures for you to come upstairs. You follow her, heartbeat quickening with excitement, knowing that when it’s just the two of you, the boundaries tend to blur.

As you enter her bedroom, you see it laid out neatly on the bed—a scarlet collar, soft and supple, with a gleaming tag that reads "Good Girl." Your breath hitches, heat rising to your cheeks as you understand what she wants.

Wanda approaches you slowly, standing behind you as she takes the collar in her hands. Her fingers brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’ve been thinking about you wearing this while your father’s away,” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. “Just for me. My good girl.”

Her hands move gently but with intent as she fastens the collar around your neck. The leather is snug, a constant reminder of her control, her care. You feel the weight of the tag, a mix of pride and submission swelling in your chest.

“Let me see,” Wanda murmurs, stepping in front of you, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she takes in the sight. “Perfect.”

She cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet hers, and leans down to brush her lips softly against yours. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this weekend, don’t you?”

You nod your head already feeling fuzzy from the collar around your neck. She taps your cheek, "Words baby."

"Yes Mama." You respond and she smiles.

Wanda's smile widens as she hears your soft response, her eyes twinkling with approval. Her hand gently caresses your cheek where she tapped it moments ago, the warmth of her touch making you feel even more fuzzy, almost lightheaded under her gaze.

"Good girl," she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she lets her thumb brush over your bottom lip. "That’s what I like to hear."

You feel the weight of her words settle over you, her praise making the collar around your neck feel even more significant, a tangible bond between the two of you. Wanda's eyes never leave yours, her thumb now pulling lightly on your lip, teasing.

"I want you to wear this all weekend for me," she continues, her voice soft yet commanding. "No one else has to know. It’s just for us."

The thought sends a wave of warmth coursing through you. You nod again, quickly correcting yourself with a whispered, "Yes, Mama."

Wanda leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "That’s my good girl," she whispers, her lips lingering as her hands slide down to rest on your shoulders. "Now, let’s see what else we can do to make you feel special while we have the house to ourselves."

You hardly realize how you ended up in Wanda’s lap, but the moment her lips crash into yours, nothing else matters. The kiss is deep, intense, sending sparks down your spine as your body instinctively grinds against her thigh, searching for more friction. Her hands roam over your back, her touch igniting every nerve in your body.

Then, you feel her fingers slip through the ring of the collar, tugging gently but firmly. The slight pressure on your throat makes you gasp into her mouth, the restriction of your air leaving you dizzy with want. Wanda pulls you closer, her breath hot against your lips as she continues the kiss, her control over you undeniable.

“Mama's good girl, grinding so desperately,” she murmurs between kisses, her voice husky and dripping with satisfaction. She tugs on the collar again, just enough to make your breath hitch, sending a wave of heat through you.

Your hips move instinctively, grinding down harder on her thigh, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Wanda’s thigh tenses beneath you, giving you just the right amount of resistance as she encourages your movements, her hand guiding you by the collar.

"That’s it, baby. Take what you need,” she whispers, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as her fingers tighten briefly around the collar. “But remember, you belong to me."

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Founding Fears and Presidential Panic: A Very Dead Discussion on Modern America

A Satirical Séance for a Spiritually Bankrupt Nation

Setting: Somewhere in the misty ether of the American afterlife. It is equal parts colonial drawing room, Lincoln Memorial gift shop, and Nixon’s personal hell sauna. Eight very dead men are gathered around a spectral roundtable. The mood? Tense. The vibe? Apocalyptic. The snacks? Conceptual.

CAST OF THE DAMNED:

King George III – Royal, smug, half-smiling at the dumpster fire.

Benjamin Franklin – Naked under a ghostly toga, still inventing zingers.

Thomas Jefferson – Owns a ghost plantation and way too much idealism.

Abraham Lincoln – Gaunt, grave, and not amused.

James Madison – Clutching a tattered Constitution like it’s a security blanket.

Andrew Jackson – Armed with spectral pistols and no filter.

John F. Kennedy – Still hot. Still bitter.

Richard Nixon – Ghost-sweating, ghost-swearing, still deeply paranoid.

Constitutional Consternation and the Death of a Republic

MADISON (wringing his ghost-hands): “Gentlemen, this was never the plan. The Constitution wasn’t supposed to be a choose-your-own-adventure novel!”

JEFFERSON (muttering into his ink pot): “Nor was it intended as a coaster for fast-food franchise napkins scrawled with proposed amendments written in crayon.”

LINCOLN (stone-faced): “They’re interpreting the Constitution like it’s the back of a cereal box. I didn’t get shot in the head so a YouTuber could declare himself a constitutional scholar after bingeing a PragerU playlist.”

FRANKLIN (with a sigh): “I invented the public library, and now they use it to host arguments over whether Maus is too ‘woke.’ Christ.”

GEORGE III (smirking): “Oh do go on, please. I adore this part. You threw tea in the harbor, burned my effigy, and now your democracy is on life support, hooked up to a ventilator made in China.”

NIXON (wiping spectral sweat): “They’ve turned the Constitution into a religious text, and Congress into a Pentecostal tent revival with fewer morals and worse music.”

JFK (shaking his head): “The modern interpretation of the First Amendment is: ‘I can say whatever I want, whenever I want, to whomever I want, especially if it’s a baseless conspiracy about lizard people.’”

JACKSON (snorting): “I fought duels to preserve honor. Now they tweet threats in all caps and call that bravery. Cowards with ring lights.”

Electile Dysfunction (And Other Voter Disappointments)

GEORGE III (leaning back smugly): “Explain this again—how did you go from George Washington to... Donald the Orange?”

FRANKLIN: “One had wooden teeth, the other has a wooden soul. It's a trade-off.”

JFK: “And the entire country’s political strategy now? Just yelling ‘fake news’ louder than the other guy.”

LINCOLN: “Once upon a time, the Union trembled over slavery and civil war. Now it's on the brink because someone banned gas stoves in a blue state.”

MADISON: “The Electoral College was supposed to prevent demagoguery, not cause it. How did it become a rigged casino wheel spinning out cult leaders and carny clowns?”

JACKSON (reloading ghost pistols): “I’d say burn it all down and rebuild, but y’all already tried that on January 6. You dressed like Vikings and stole podiums.”

NIXON: “And let’s not forget the real American pastime: voter suppression! It’s evolved. Now it wears a suit, quotes the Bible, and hands out voting hours like they’re coupons.”

JEFFERSON: “When we said ‘all men are created equal,’ we meant it as an aspiration. But now it’s just a punchline to a red-state election law.”

FRANKLIN: “The only thing consistent is that rich white men are still running the show—just with less style and worse grammar.”

The Rise of the Willfully Dumb: From Enlightenment to Endarkenment

MADISON: “We built an entire Republic on the presumption that citizens would read. Big mistake.”

FRANKLIN (mocking): “Who needs logic and civic education when you’ve got 60-second TikTok videos about how wind turbines make frogs gay?”

JFK: “School boards are banning books faster than Jackson here banned Cherokee land rights.”

JACKSON (grinning): “Don’t tempt me with a good legacy, Jack.”

LINCOLN: “I debated Stephen Douglas under tents in the rain. Now people walk out of presidential debates because someone didn’t like a moderator’s vibe.”

GEORGE III: “Your nation’s collective IQ appears to have been outsourced. Likely to the same people making your fireworks.”

NIXON: “Once upon a time, you had to hide your stupidity. Now it’s monetized.”

FRANKLIN: “I invented the lightning rod. I should’ve invented a moron detector.”

CHAPTER FOUR: Cults of Personality and the Worship of Wackos

JEFFERSON: “People used to deify liberty, intellect, and debate. Now they wear rhinestone trucker hats that say ‘Jesus, Guns, and Gaslighting.’”

NIXON: “Say what you will about Watergate, at least I tried to be subtle. Today they confess on live TV and call it patriotism.”

JFK: “Cults of personality have replaced political parties. I had Camelot. These folks have Mar-a-Lago and MyPillow.”

LINCOLN: “They call any critical media ‘enemy of the people.’ I suppose The Onion will be banned next for seditious satire.”

GEORGE III (chuckling): “Ah yes, your precious free press—now a three-ring circus where truth competes with clickbait about celebrity butt implants.”

JACKSON: “Everyone thinks they’re a revolutionary because they own a Punisher decal and shout at school board meetings.”

MADISON: “We created three branches of government. They’ve created 30 flavors of delusion.”

CHAPTER FIVE: Red, White, and Bootlicks: Stomping the Face of Democracy Forever

FRANKLIN: “Let me be clear: patriotism isn’t screaming ‘Let’s go Brandon’ while urinating on the Capitol steps.”

JFK: “They drape themselves in flags, but can’t quote the preamble without Googling it. And half think the Bill of Rights is a payment plan.”

LINCOLN: “They love America the way a three-year-old loves a toy—loudly, possessively, and without any idea how it works.”

NIXON: “Trust me, I know a thing or two about executive overreach. But this generation thinks ‘checks and balances’ is a TikTok challenge.”

GEORGE III: “The whole ‘freedom’ thing seems to have morphed into freedom from responsibility, decency, and critical thought. It’s a fascinating collapse.”

JACKSON: “It ain’t freedom if you need an AR-15 to buy eggs at Walmart.”

FINAL CHAPTER: The Judgment and the Ghostly Roast

As the room dims and a divine scroll descends from the cosmos, the Founders gather around, eager for heavenly instruction. The scroll unfurls. It reads:

“LOL. GOOD LUCK.”

MADISON (facepalming): “This is it. The Republic is doomed by memes, mansplaining, and moral rot.”

JEFFERSON (numb): “I once wrote about the ‘pursuit of happiness.’ I didn’t mean an Amazon Prime addiction and the emotional depth of a vape cloud.”

FRANKLIN: “I just wanted to fly a kite in a storm. Now they elect people who are the storm.”

LINCOLN (standing): “The better angels of our nature have been furloughed due to budget cuts and the rise of the influencer class.”

JACKSON (loading ghost pistol): “I challenge the 21st century to a duel. All of it.”

NIXON: “I resigned in disgrace. Today, disgrace gets you a podcast and a Senate seat.”

JFK: “We dreamed of going to the moon. Now Americans believe the moon landing was fake and that birds are drones.”

GEORGE III (with a royal smirk): “So... tea, anyone?”

LINCOLN (solemnly): “The government of the people, by the people, for the people... has been canceled due to poor ratings.”

As the ghostly tribunal fades into the mist, America tweets:

“LOL I feel so seen rn. 🇺🇸🔥 #FoundingDaddies #CancelCultureIsReal”

Author’s Closing Whisper: Satire works best when it's only barely exaggeration. The ghosts of the past are watching. And laughing. And more likely, crying. But mostly laughing—because they know the punchline is always America.

Source: Founding Fears and Presidential Panic: A Very Dead Discussion on Modern America

[themilfsland]

Cozy mornings with Stepmom! Wanda

She would prepare her favourite hot drink, served with delicious handmade cookies. Cozy blankets and cushions scattered across the sofa. The morning breeze and the first rays of sunlight hitting the window.

She would gently encourage you to lie in her lap, her arms wrapping around you as if shielding you from the world. Your face nestled against her neck, absorbing the warmth of her soft skin. She would tenderly caress your back, her fingers dancing through your hair, leaving delicate kisses on your forehead.

You struggle to stay awake and savour the moment, yet the warmth of her embrace gradually lulls your body into deeper relaxation. Then, you decide to tease her, trailing kisses along her neck near the ear and sighing against her skin, sending delightful shivers through her.

She lets you have a little fun until you feel her fingers holding your chin and making you look at her. Her eyebrow arches ever so slighty, a subtle sign of disapproval. With her thumb tenderly caressing your lips, making you open your mouth until she slides her finger in, teasing your tongue. She knows you won’t be able to resist for long, and eventually, you begin to suck on her finger — after all, you’ve always enjoyed having something in your mouth, and she knows it all too well.

No more overthinking. You are home, cradled in her arms.

She leaves your mouth empty once again, but it won’t be for too long. Almost in a desperate pull, your hands tug at her blouse, pulling her closer. She knows exactly what you need.

She lifts the fabric away, exposing her breasts, and holds gently your head, pulling you into the warmth of her embrace. Ops, your hand finds its way to her breast. Ops, your mouth finds her nipple. Ops, you are suckling. The world around you vanishes, nothing else matters. Her nurturing ways, the tenderness touches, everything you need.

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

I love Bottom!Step-Mom!Wanda, just so desperate for affection and just so needy ✨

[wndaswife]

i love step mommy wanda and innocent r, what i love more is an equally manipulative r :)

a very messy love affair 

lollll im imagining stepmom wanda flirting w you and stuff and controlling things like your bedtime and who you go out with, but she’s rather surprised when you start guilt tripping her when she sees her friends and spends more time with your dad than with you

but you try to hide the way you’re manipulating her by doing it while you’re cuddling against her and hugging her and trying to give her kisses so it just seems like you’re super clingy

wanda is amused when she realizes what you’re doing and tickles you a little when she calls you a naughty little girl :3 unfortunately for her she is pretty receptive to your manipulation even though she knows what you’re doing, and so often tells her friends she can’t see them bc she has plans w her stepdaughter :D

[wandanatsbaby]

Favorites

Pairing: Step Mom Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: slight dark Wanda, hints of sexual content

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Your favorite time with Wanda was when your father would leave on business trips and Wanda would insist on cuddling together in her bed. She would hold you close and whsiper about how much she loved you and how soon you both would be together all by yourselves as she gave you kisses on the head and occasionally the lips. You weren't sure what she meant by the by yourselves part but you let yourself hum in contempt in gladly accept whatever she said you to you to out of it to realize the words.

"Are you mine?"

"Yes"

"Do you want me to take you away?"

"Yes"

No matter what it was you always agreed

Your second favorite thing to do with Wanda was cook. You loved seeing her cooking and listening to her explain the steps to you. You especially loved when she would come up behind you and press you between the counter and her to "help" you. Which often times turned into dinner being a little later.

Movie nights where also a favorite of yours. Getting to cuddle up close to her even when your dad was there because he was blind and thought you two were just getting along. Wanda would stroke your waist as you fidgety in your seat and slowly Wanda's hands would move down as your father started to fall asleep. She would whisper to you to be quiet and still but she eventually would have to take you upstairs.