#~~Daddy Wants~~ [Wishlist]

[blackcurrant-juice]

i love arknights goths

[lostandbackagain]

this is one of my favorite theses in the inkworld each way it plays out is so!!

elinor's dad valued his books over her and her sisters to the point she internalizes it and becomes the same kind of hermit he was, before and after the folcharts come back into her life. basta was groomed into believing he was inherently unlovable except by capricorn so he'd do anything to keep that small remaining amount of love. brianna realizes if dustfinger wasn't dead then he had to have abandoned her, so the next person to give her their full attention? she'll throw away every other relationship she has for them, the same way she was thrown away. the verbal abuse violante endured as a kid (and currently, because 19 is still a kid) influenced the kind of mother she is and she doesn't even realize until it's almost too late that she's done to jacopo what the adder did to her! and I've already talked about the physical abuse from farid's birth family influencing how he forms severely anxious relationships.

and none of these are just character padding! all of these characters influence the plot so heavily by becoming traumatized and by working through it and I don't have any idea how she pulled it off

[moonearthangel]

literally I’m so excited I’m about to start crying, yall know I love my cotton candy these days, even though I wanted a more fall perfume, this one was one I almost cried I didn’t get and was a summer collection and sold out, but when it magically came back with 1 in stock I BOUGHT IT.. it was a day late delayed but it came !!!

[thatswhatilikebruh]

Prayer circle for charliebabe to have as much sex as possible, sonicnorth to become canon ( god if you can hear me, please let me have this) and Way getting shot as a treat (death would be too easy, let him repent!!!)

And everybody lives happily after in uncle's Alan's clubhouse :)))

[twistedcveryway]

{ also.....au i keep thinking about....

ages would have to be tweaked from canon so they're more or less the same age but what if. young (teen maybe?) christine, traveling with her father, and they encounter the traveling sideshow w erik.... }

[nanlanmoarchived]

Give me a best friend's ex plot where Jess and your muse's best friend were dating, maybe not real publicly or maybe Jess just wasn't spending a whole lot of time with the friend group for some reason idk, we can hash it out. But something happens to the best friend. Maybe he has to move away, maybe something more fatal, idk, but it's been a little bit and Jess has gone off the radar and so your muse stops by only to find Jess with a little baby belly and maybe your muse decides to step in and help because their best friend is gone and maybe as the pregnancy continues things start getting cozy between the two of them and and and 🥺

[gremlingottoosilly]

Camgirl!Reader X Loser!Konig

This is safe, you think. Getting some losers to jerk off to your body, knowing they would have nothing to find you. Filming from a specifically made background with some dumb anime figures and your pretty pink ring light, never getting any information that people might use to get to you. For fucks sake, you even faked an accent so no one could know where are you from. You're banning any subscriber from an area too close to you - most Europeans are not getting you a lot of money anyway, so as soon as you see an Austrian IP address, you're getting your mods to ban them. Until this one. You stare at the donation in awe. You were popular - but not popular enough to have donation over 1000 Euros for something as silly as calling a name in the video. You were popular, but you were also paranoid and it held your back from growing your account. No video chats before you could gather enough for non-disclosed apartment in a protected area, no face pics until you got enough money to move immediately if something would go wrong. The guy is weird, obviously. He is always so eager to send you money, he already bought all of your photo and video sets, asking for new ones almost every day - and you know rich people, you know people who are saving their last cents to get to their favorite camgirl...and Konig didn't seem like neither. Always having such weird requests too - like you speaking in German and praising him like he is a king from some medieval fantasy. Or talking to him like you're a mean girl from some cheap high school movie, always belittling him. Then apologising with tears, playing into some perverted revenge fantasy. Tying yourself up so he can pretend that he did it, that he could do whatever he wants with you now. Sometimes he wants you to call him daddy or sir - and sometimes he asks you for pictures in that heavy military vest he bought from your Amazon wishlist after you expressed the desire to play into army chick glam. They guys is weird, the guy is obsessed, he will pay for you to insert largest dildo into your soaked pussy and spread ass, and then he would still say that his cock is bigger. Would make you a freaking size queen with the size of the stuff he sends - making you whine and cry for real as you struggle to acomodate, asking your daddy, your commander for help. Begging for him to come - always just a play pretend until someday, he finally showed up on your doorstep. Always a play pretend so he could send you more money, until you suddenly woke up in a dimly lit basement. Maybe you should have banned him a long time ago.

[pricesprincess]

fat hyper feminine! reader | sugar baby! reader | sugar daddy! price | smut drabble maybe over 1k written on phone

sugar daddy price! who you meet one night at a bar when your date ditched you with the bill. he hasn't meant to listen in on the conversation but it was hard when you started crying.

sugar daddy price! can't stand when pretty girls cry, and well, you're the prettiest one he's seen so he pays the bill from his spot while watching.

you squirm in your seat as you wipe away your tears. it was embarrassing! you came in with someone who left you high and dry.

maybe it was a good thing because he wasn't full or really good looking as the man who approached you with a warm smile.

sugar daddy price! is smooth with his charm. "couldn't help but overhear love, what arse would leave such a pretty little thing hangin'?"

his words made you flush with heat as you shrugged, unable to meet his eyes. "no need to be shy bird, bet you'd sing really pretty 'f me."

your hand instantly shot up to the necklace you wore, the one given to you a few years back from someone important. "not shy." you hum.

sugar daddy price! takes the seat across from you and introduces himself and when you gave him your name he took your hand kissing it.

the restaurant already provided an intimate setting but now with him so close smelling so good and dressed in a three piece suit that screamed expensive it now felt more personal.

you looked so cute with pink glittery and glossy lips and the satin baby pink dress you wore hugging your curves and tits spilling out.

sugar daddy price! knows that you're going to be so sweet with how you respond, your giggles as he makes jokes and talks about his life.

he enjoys it when you leave over to listen more.

an hour later you end up on your back in his bed wrapped up in silken sheets as he sunk his cock into you over and over.

sugar daddy price! who loves when you squeal as his fat tip kisses your cervix, each thrust drove you up on the mattress as you clung to him.

your body was soft and pliant under him, the softness of your belly rubbed against the thick coarse hair as he fucked into you.

"shush pretty bird, takin' me so well love." his beard tickled you when he dipped his head down to nuzzle his face in your sweaty neck.

he had already riled you up in the car removing your panties and now your dress was bunched around your hips so he could fuck you properly.

sugar daddy price! loved the way your makeup was now a mess and how your tits were whisker burned and your nipples stiff throbbing peaks.

you cried out each time he bottomed out, his legs rubbed against yours, reminding you he was everywhere. his body pressed against yours and his mouth licking into you with hunger.

there was no escape from him after that night.

it's not like you wanted that anyway.

sugar daddy price! gifts you things off your wishlist he had you write down and makes sure to spend all his time with you no matter what.

somehow you end up moving into his house when after he had you in a mating press already fucked out promising you a lavish live.

sugar daddy price! promises to cherish and take care of you just as long as you're a good girl.

and oh, aren't you just the best?

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

[bitemescftly]

abaolutely obsessed with the idea of our muses fucking ( being in a relationship or having an affair or whatever ) and then one way or another they part ways ( maybe they had a fight, maybe your muse got caught doing something bad and got thrown in j*il, maybe your muse's wife/gf nearly found them, whatever ) and it's so painful bc they really cared about each other, maybe anna moves out, maybe they both try to move on - but it's now 6 months later when they meet again and.... my muse is round and pregnant, your muse is the father.

[roses-r-rosie3]

X-Mas list presentation

Batfam x M!Reader

Summary: instead of making a regular Christmas wishlist, the reader decides to make a whole presentation

Quote: “That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season”

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“Why are you here?” Duke asked Jason.

“Same reason why you’re here, y/n wanted us to all meet up in the living room for some announcement” Jason sighed.

After everyone was in the room, you pulled out your computer and connected it to the Tv, which made everyone confused.

“Hello family, I know you must be wondering why you’re all here” you said.

“Yes”

“Yup”

“Mhm”

“Yeah”

“Can I go back to my game now?”

“Last year you guys totally fucked up Christmas, so this year I put together an entire presentation to tell you guys what I want specifically” you smiled.

Everyone in the room let out an audible sigh/groan. It was known by everyone in the family that you were very dramatic from time to time (24/7). But they never thought you would get this extra!

“Is that really what you called us here for?” Damian grumbled.

“Would you shut up for a second?” You snapped.

“Y/n I don’t think that’s how you should be talking to your little bro-”

“Anyways, Here’s the things you should keep in mind when you’re thinking about what kind of gift you will provide for me this year” you said as you interrupted Bruce from his lecture.

“First of all, I’m the only one who knows how to reset the Wi-Fi, and yeah that’s threat” you threatened.

That certainly got everyone’s attention.

“Secondly, if you don’t get me what I want I will get a sugar daddy, I don’t even care what you guys are going to say, I’ve had so many offers for sugar daddies that it’s unreal. The perks of being son of Bruce Wayne I guess” you said.

“Y/n, you do know that Bruce is rich right?” Jason asked.

“Not the point” you mumbled.

“And third if I don’t get what I want, I will also sell my feet pics online like I did last year” you said calmly.

“YOU WHAT?!” Bruce shouted

“Calm down, I only ended up making about 1 million from it” you sighed.

“ONLY?!” Dick gasped.

“I created a three tier system of different gifting levels, basically, the levels equivocate to how much you love me and how much money you have” you explained.

“Level one is the ‘I’m going to need therapy level’ which is only four to seven gifts. I would probably go into a depressive spiral, actually not probably, I definitely would be depressed” you said.

“Would you stop being so overdramati-”

“I’M NOT DONE YET” you said as you interrupted Tim.

“What would that mean for us? You may ask. It would mean that you would have to pay for my therapy. And the money that you guys spent on therapy would have been basically wasted, you could’ve bought me a whole bunch of gifts right now and avoided the situation” you smiled.

“I think that he’s lost his mind” Bruce whispered to Stephanie.

“You think?!” Stephanie whisper yelled.

“Level two is the ‘You’re getting warmer package’ This basically if you love me- Bruce can you stop whispering to Stephanie” you scolded.

“As I was saying… Level two is eight to fifteen gifts, which is basically equivalent to you texting me happy birthday” you continued.

“Level three is the ‘You’re sleighing it’ level. And if you remember, you guys were just a bit off the mark of hitting this because you guys only got me twenty three gifts. And in order to reach ‘You’re slaying it’ you have to get me twenty five or more gifts, I think this is totally do-able for you guys, especially because you can just use Bruce’s card if you guys are running low on money” you said.

“I have tons ideas for you guys and this whole slideshow is already in your email so you guys can look at it and reference it at any time” you smiled.

Everyone quickly checked their phones to see that you indeed emailed them your whole presentation.

“That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season” you smiled before leaving the room.

“Yeah he had definitely lost his mind” They all said in synchronization.

“I HEARD THAT!”

[headfarintheclouds]

Kenji Sato As A Boyfriend HC

I finally had some time to sit down and write something TuT Hope you'll like it :D If there is any Gramma mistakes I apologize, English is not my first language ToT

Ken would put you first no matter the situation. Sure he loves Baseball and all, but if you got hurt or sick he would totally skip practice or the game to be with you. Even if you insist on him leaving, after all Mina is more than capable of taking care of you.

Before getting together with him you lived in a normal apartment near the city center. But after the news of you dating spread out Kenji swooped in and all but made you live with him in his mansion. His reason being, that he wanted to keep you save from the journalists and Kaiju's but deep down you knew he was waiting for the opportunity to have you for himself 24/7.

If you don't speak Japanese he will teach you. He finds it absolutely adorable whenever you try to pronounce an especially hard word. Your accent makes it so much more endearing for him.

He has multitude of nicknames for you. There is rarely time when he uses your real name when addressing you. Baby girl, Princess and Doll are definitely his favorite ones. If he's feeling especially sappy he'll call you Darling or Beautiful.

He's clingy. Not overly so, but he tends to hover over you or hold your hand whenever the two of you were in public. At first you thought he liked the PDA and you weren't wrong, but the hand holding was purely because he was scared. "I know it's stupid, but I always have this irrational fear of your disappearing like my mom did. And I can't function without you by my side, princess."

Ken is a great cook ! He would totally make you breakfast in bed after his morning training session. Dinner made by him was a rare treat you learned to enjoy, after all he was juggling being a baseball star and a superhero. Not to mention he was an adopted daddy to a very adorable Kaiju living underneath your guys' house.

Speaking of Emi. If you thought she was a daddy's girl you are solely mistaken, because as soon as you enter the room she looses all interest in Ken all together. Of course she still adores him, but you are by far her favorite human ! She chirps and claps her hands in excitement whenever you enter the base. I melts Ken's heart whenever he sees the two of you interacting with one another. He has so many photos of you and Emi saved on his phone !

He loves to see you in his clothes, especially with his jersey on. He still has an old one from the time he played for Dodgers and you use it as a nightie. It's comfortable ! And it does things to him too... God the first time you put it on. Let's just say you couldn't walk for a day or two after ;)

We all know Kenji is rich-rich. So it's no surprise he buys you expensive gifts all the time. You once mentioned that you liked a specific car, and guess what ? The week after that there was a new shiny (dream car) in your favorite color, parked outside the mansion. After that incident you stopped mentioning things you liked or wanted to buy in fear of him going bankrupt. He told Mina to hack your Amazon Wishlist and bought you all of the items just to spite you.

If you work or study he will support you every step of the way. Just like you support him during his games. If you are a university student he will sit down with you and ask you some questions, help you study and keep an eye on you. He wants you to be successful yes, but you still need to sleep and eat !

Kenji likes to mess with you in his Ultraman form, much to his fathers disapproval. Whenever he takes care of Emi he has to transform, and he uses every opportunity to pluck you from the ground and place you on his shoulder. The first time he did it you screamed like a banshee making poor baby Emi jump in fright. Thank God she doesn't really speak human language, you would die of shame if she repeated any of the words you called Kenji that time.

After a year of being together he'll start carrying a small velvet box around. And inside would a ring his father proposed to his mother with, something she gave him long time ago. He would wait patiently, looking for the best way and time to pop the question. But until then he'll enjoy your company and make more memories with you and Emi by his side :)

I hope ya'll liked it ! I feel really good about this one ngl :D GOD I LOVE THIS MAN !

[allywthsr]

WISHLISTS | (l.norris)

summary: Lando and you check your kids‘ wishlists

wordcount: 1.7k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: kids

notes: I think it’s cute, what do you think?? Also Lando is older in this than he is right now :)

advent calendar

”Are they both asleep?“

”Yes, we should look at their wishlists now, and see what we can order or not.“

It was later than normal in the evening, but both kids were little troublemakers and did not want to sleep today, both of them were buzzing with excitement over Christmas. They spent the day at nana and Pop's house, and Lando’s parents made a wishlist for Santa with them today.

Louis was about to turn six years old and little Sofia was three and a half years old.

Both of them were opinionated and knew exactly what they wanted. So when Lando’s parents brought up the idea of making a wishlist with the kids, how could you say no? Normally that was a thing that Lando and you did with your kids, but you hadn’t had the time yet, so you were thankful Cisca and Adam did it for you. This year, Louis was old enough to try and write it himself, it almost made you cry looking at his scribble that had been corrected by Cisca or Adam many times, but still, it was the cutest. He was growing up too fast, when you looked at Lando and saw the little pout on his lips when you showed him the paper, you knew he was thinking the same.

Sofia‘s list was written by Cisca, and Sofia had decorated it with stickers and random streaks of colorful pens. The ’Santa‘ on top of the paper was written by Sofia, the wonky letters were different sizes and the second ’a‘ was the other way around, but you were proud of your little girl.

Lando and you sat on the couch, you were in your fuzzy socks and sweats, relaxing with your favorite hot drink, while Lando was drinking some water and was also dressed in sweats and a hoodie. It was almost Christmas and you barely had presents for your kids, a few you both picked up on some errand runs, but nothing specific.

You cuddled up to Lando and held the wishlist of your eldest in your hand.

”I‘m ready to see what an almost six-year-old wants for Christmas. I can’t believe he‘s six, we are old, Lando.“

”Probably a car like mine, yesterday he said: ’Daddy, I want to race with you every weekend‘, so I guess we need to get him in F1, and talk to McLaren about it.“

He let out a high-pitched giggle. Lando said he wanted to wait for kids after he retired, but Louis happened because you weren’t careful enough, and when you broke the news to him, he wanted nothing more than to raise this baby with you. He was only twenty-three years old when you got pregnant, and not ready to retire yet, so he gave it a year to try it out, in the end, the three of you managed it well and he didn’t need to retire. Sofia was planned, you wanted to give Louis a sibling and now he was the best big brother you could imagine for your girl. Both of your kids were totally daddy orientated, whether they were crying and needed cuddles, or they wanted to play with someone when daddy was around, he was their first choice. But when daddy said no, which barely happened, they ran to mummy and asked you, and if you said yes, you were the favorite for the rest of the day.

With your head on Lando’s shoulder, you started to read out loud.

”Alright, dear Santa, I am a good boy and have a few wishes. A new big boy bike without extra wheels, a kart like daddy had when he was younger, the new cars racetrack, a cars lunchbox, new cars, construction trucks, a real bunny, a camera like daddy, my own helmet. Thank you, Santa. That are some wishes.“

”He certainly knows what he wants, but I like most of them, we can work with that. I also love his spelling, cars with a z or boy with an i.“

You pressed a kiss to Lando’s cheek, ”he‘s all grown up, he wants a big boy bike and a kart. I don’t think I can endure another Norris in a kart.“

”Don’t worry baby, I‘ll be with him.“

You talked about putting Louis in a kart when he shows interest, but so far he only loved cars and watching daddy drive around, for a week he wasn’t able to stop talking about driving himself. Lando loved that, he started around the same age and couldn’t wait to put Louis in a kart, especially since he had his own karting team.

”I think the bike thing is something we can give your parents, we can get him the cars things, do you think he wants the lunchbox with lightning McQueen or someone else?“

”He loves this Ryan car, he’s orange and ’looks like your daddy‘, maybe we should see if we can find one with him on it.“

You hummed in agreement, ”What about the construction trucks?“

”Sure, there's probably a set with different cars inside, that would be nice.“

Again you nodded your head, ”I don’t like the bunny idea, animals shouldn’t be something that’s gifted for Christmas. We can talk about that with him next year, but not for Christmas. I want him to understand that a pet is not just a cute thing that you can pet all day long, it’s work and commitment.“

”Yeah, I agree, we’re also away a lot, we can’t take a bunny with us to the tracks, and taking care of two hyperactive kids is a chore.“

You two chuckled, ”Well, they clearly have that from you, you’re always hyperactive, Lando.“

”And I‘m proud of it, we can’t deny that they’re mine.“

”We definitely can’t. What do think about the camera? I saw on Amazon a few days ago, that there are kids cameras, not expensive and does the job.“

”I like that. And I want to make a helmet for him.“

”Do you have his measurements?“

”No, but I‘ll say Santa needs his head size if he wants to make a helmet.“

”That’s sweet. And we also have that new swing play set outside for both of them, that should be enough presents from us, right? He’s going to be spoiled from the rest of our family anyway.“

He hummed quietly and kissed your forehead.

”Onto the next one“, you mumbled, grabbing the page that lay next to you.

”Dear Santa, I am the best girl, I want for Christmas: a new Barbie doll, a new Barbie doll, a new Barbie doll, a new Barbie doll, a bunny, a pretty pink purse like mamas, a bunny stuffie, pets for my Barbie’s, the dogs from paw patrol, new hair clips, a T-shirt from uncle Carlos. Thank you, Santa.“

”A T-shirt from Uncle Carlos? What is wrong with her?“, Lando was confused.

”I think Carlos told her multiple times over Facetime a few days ago, that she should wish for a T-shirt from him.“

”I have to call him tomorrow. But why has she listed the Barbie doll four times?“

”We should call your mum and ask.“

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and clicked on FaceTiming his mum. You two greeted her with waves and ’hellos‘ when she picked up.

”We went through the wishlists and why did Sofia list the Barbie doll four times?“

”I have no clue, darlings, when I told her, I’ve already written it down, she kept on repeating I need to write Barbie doll multiple times, or else Santa won’t get her point.“

”She‘s truly Lando’s child.“

”Oh yes, I can remember Lando also did something similar when he was young.“

”Are you calling me old, mum?“

”No, my darling.“

”Cisca, we thought you and Adam could get him the bike? Or do you have something else?“

”We only have small things yet, we would love to gift him the bike. He said he wants a black one with orange and bright yellow stripes, like daddy’s helmet.“

”That’s fine, I don’t know if you want to buy it with him or without him, should he be with you while picking it out?“

”Maybe that’s better, we can say Santa told us to buy it with him, so he gets the one he wants.“

You two nodded, ”And with Sofia, we need to check first, what dolls she has and which she does not have, we don’t want to gift her some she already has.“

”Sure my darling, let us know if you have any ideas for her from her wishlist.“

All of you said your goodbyes and Lando and you went back to discussing Sofias list.

”We have to check her Barbies tomorrow when she‘s at daycare, as well as the pets she has for them, I like the hair clips and the stuffie, does she want the paw patrol dogs as stuffies or normal toys? The bunny is obviously a no.“

”Yeah, bunny’s a no, but maybe as stuffies? You know how much she loves stuffed animals, she can also play with them as if they’re normal toys. What about the purse?“

”I don’t know yet, maybe we find a kids purse somewhere?“

She may love her daddy more, but she was imitating you, all the time, playing dress up with your bags and shoes whenever she was bored.

Lando hummed to the purse idea and sighed.

”She‘s three and already wants a handbag, and I thought you would be the only one for a while.“

”She‘s a true girl, next year she‘ll ask for makeup.“

”I won’t allow her that, she can do that when she‘s eighteen.“

”Lando, when she‘s fifteen she‘ll be doing her makeup, like it or not. If she already wants a handbag, that’s the next step, soon she’ll have a boyfriend.“

”No, she doesn’t need a boyfriend, she has me and Louis, she doesn’t need different men in her life.“

”So you don’t want to have grandchildren?“

”Louis can make them.“

You decided to drop that topic, you wouldn’t be able to change his mind today.

”And what about the Carlos T-shirt?“

”I‘m not even going to give you an answer on this.“

[diapereddoe]

Diaper Humiliation

💕My name is Doe and I love diapers. I’m 31 and I wear diapers to bed every night. This is my space to indulge in all my embarrassing abdl kinks!

🌈 This blog is 18+ I do not support minors in kink.

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💖 I love getting embarrassing asks and anons are welcomed. Ask me embarrassing questions or make me prove what a pathetic pants filling toddler I really am.

🍼 I’m addicted to turning myself into an even bigger and more pathetic diapered cuck. I want to be stuck in my diapers and forced to humiliate myself for all my tumblr mommies, daddies, and older siblings 🤤

🧸 All of my content is tagged #mine so you can laugh, gawk, and coo over how far I’ve fallen

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[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

lessons for a shopaholic

pairing: real dad! chris x reader

cw: father-daughter incest, degradation, spanking, pussy slapping, spit kink, edging, semi-public sex, oral sex (m! receiving), p in v, handcuffs, daddy kink

a/n: this is another commission for an anonymous commissioner!

wc: 5.1k

As much as it pains you to be apart from the man you love the most, your dad’s job requires him to travel quite frequently. He keeps you updated as much as he can while he’s gone, calling whenever he gets cell service – which is a rarity on certain missions. As it turns out, bioterrorists will find ways to wreak havoc in the most remote places. Objectively, he’s a hero, but he’s more than that -he’s your hero. He’s your dad, so you need him more than the BSAA does.

When he does return home, Chris makes up for his long absences in many ways. While sex is a favorite for both of you, your dad knows his daughter is a bit of a shopaholic. He’s much more frugal than you are – or he used to be until you came into his life. Children are expensive, but you, Chris’ baby girl, are spoiled rotten. You spend many of your Saturdays at the mall accompanied by daddy’s credit card, and sometimes, if you’re really lucky, you get to take daddy along on your shopping trip. Having your dad with you makes things all the more fun. Over time he learns your style and your sizes. He could put together a new wardrobe for you if he had to, though he can’t imagine he’d ever need to do so considering the amount of clothes you own. Most of them are pink, frilly, and pricy.

Despite Chris’ middle-aged man brain addled with the immense desire to go home and take a nice long nap on the couch, your adorable pouty face convinces him to let you take the maximum amount of garments the store will allow you to back to the dressing rooms to try them on before inevitably purchasing them all. You enter the dressing room alone to avoid suspicion but you bring your phone so you can snap a few cute photos to send to Chris, hoping to keep him from getting bored while he waits. Your bra is cute but your tits are cuter, so you take your bra off and bare your half-naked body for the camera. You snap a few mirror selfies and send the one you deem most attractive to Chris, but don’t receive an immediate response. Maybe he isn’t looking at his phone, you think. You’re wrong about that - he sees it, and he spends the rest of the time waiting for you trying to conceal his erection in his unfortunately tight pants while also devising a punishment for you.

When you emerge from the dressing room and meet back up with Chris, you don’t pick up on his cold demeanor as anything out of the ordinary at first because your dad can be a quiet man – plus, you’re wrapped up in taking one last look around the store to make sure you’ve bought absolutely everything on your ever-growing wishlist.

Once you’ve made your final purchases of the day, he abruptly takes you by the arm and drags you out into the parking lot.

“Daddy-”

He holds out his forefinger in front of your face, silently scolding you.

“Sorry, sir.”

You should know better than to call him ‘daddy’ in public. He doesn’t call you a good girl, though he wants to; instead, he gives you a curt nod and walks you to the car. He shoves your things into the backseat, and you open the passenger side door to get in, assuming you’re being taken home, but he stops you.

“Nope.”

“What?”

“Bad girls don’t get to ask questions.”

When he sees you standing there, looking confused, he says, “come with me,” and holds out his hand. You take it and he guides you to a relatively secluded part of the parking lot.

“Do you know what I want from you?” he asks, quietly, though no one is within earshot.

“An apology?”

“Not quite. Think harder.”

“A blowjob?”

“Excuse me? Is that an appropriate word to say in front of your daddy?” He pretends to be appalled at your choice of language but he can’t fault you for using crude terminology since there isn’t really a proper way to talk about sucking dick.

“No, sir,” you respond quickly, hoping to avoid getting into trouble with Chris. He’s the master of tough love and you know it – he’s not afraid to discipline his princess when he deems her deserving of it.

“I don’t want a daughter with a dirty mouth,” he says. Then, he grabs your jaw, tips your head back, and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow,” he says, and you comply without hesitation. “I hope you can talk to daddy with a clean mouth now.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good. Now get on your knees.”

You do as you’re told, looking up into his eyes for instructions. You know what to do, but you know he likes it when you act all innocent, so you stare up at him with a coquettish smile.

“Do you know why you’re here? Kneeling in front of your dad in a mall parking lot?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think you were being a good girl when you sent daddy those pictures of you in the dressing room?”

“I didn’t know you would get mad.” “That’s not an answer. Do you think sending photos of your bare tits makes you a good girl or a slut?” “I’m sorry, daddy. I wanna be a good girl.”

“Yeah, I know you want to be a good girl, but you’re not acting like one today, and that’s why you need to show daddy that you know how to be good for him.”

Chris briefly surveys his surroundings before quickly unzipping his pants and taking out his hard cock. It comes as a surprise to you when he slaps your cheek with it. You pout and he rubs the tip along your lips, coaxing them open. He lets you suckle on the head the way you like to, but only for a minute or so. Quickly becoming impatient, he shoves himself deeper into your mouth, feeding you his dick inch-by-inch without regard for your comfort. You gag, and unlike the first time you took him too far into your mouth, he doesn’t stop you – he knows you can take it, so he tells you to breathe through your nose. It helps enough to stop you from choking but mascara tears run down your face and saliva drips from your lips. You look like a mess, but a beautiful mess in the eyes of your daddy. Chris holds your head against his pelvis and bucks his hips into your mouth before he cums down your throat.

He wipes the excess from your lips with his thumb, subsequently sticking it in your mouth so you can lick it clean. He tucks himself back into his pants and grabs your hand, quickly shuffling you into the car like he’s shoplifted you. If anyone caught a glimpse of you, they’d know exactly what happened between the two of you, and despite how enticing the idea of risking getting caught sounds, it could land you both in jail for more than one reason.

It’s quiet on the car ride home. The radio is off and Chris’ eyes remain fixated on the road ahead. You don’t catch him sneaking glances at you at red lights and his hand never crosses the center console. Usually, he’s more physically affectionate than this – at least, since you’ve gone from being just father and daughter to something more than that – and you wonder if he’s truly angry at you for sending him that sexy mirror picture, or if his head is hazy after getting blown in the parking lot. He hasn’t touched you in hours, hasn’t even spoken to you in minutes, but the spark of arousal inside you is a fire you can’t snuff out. Feeling yourself get progressively wetter on the car ride home, you wonder if dad was right: maybe you really are a slut.

The possibility of truly being a slut in your dad’s mind is worrisome to you. “Daddy, am I a good girl?” you ask, hesitantly, making sure to use your most precious tone of voice.

“We’ll see,” he says in a tone so neutral that it’s impossible for you to discern how he feels about the topic at hand. He’s not pissed – how could he be after cumming down your pretty throat a mere half-hour ago? - but his response is not reassuring either. In truth, he’s caught up in his own thoughts, trying to decide if you’re a good girl or not. You might not be one at the current moment, but if that’s the case, he can remind you how to be one.

When you arrive at home, you can tell by the look on his face that he has something planned. Something fun.

After dropping your shopping bags – countless, all filled to the brim – by the bed, he asks you to put on a fashion show for him. “How ‘bout you show daddy what you look like in those pretty clothes he bought you?”

You smile, coy like you’ve got something up your sleeve but you don’t – you’re well-aware that Chris holds all the cards. You drag the biggest bag of clothes with you to the bathroom so that you can change into your first outfit. You decide to start your one-woman show with a simple sundress. When you exit the bathroom to show Chris, you look a bit shy despite the fact that you both know you look beautiful.

“Give daddy a spin,” he says.

You do – and much to his liking – the skirt billows as you twirl and give him a peek of your cute panties. When you face him, he pretends not to be phased, though, in reality, he can feel his cock stiffening already. Despite Chris being the dominant one in your relationship, you have him wrapped around your finger.

You cycle through outfit after outfit until you end up in something that daddy considers a bit too short for an aspiring good girl. As a concerned parent, he can’t let you go out looking like that.

“Did you really think you could get away with this?” he asks, tone getting sharper. “My daughter is not a slut, so I expect her not to dress like one.”

“I didn’t mean to, sir. I thought-”

“You thought what? You thought that boys were gonna get a peek at your pussy? Is that what you want?”

“No, sir.”

“Guess you weren’t thinking, then, huh? You were being a dumb little girl, weren’t you?”

You shake your head in dissent. “I wanna be daddy’s smart girl,” you pout.

“But you’re not, baby.” His tone is lighter but still mocking. “You need daddy to teach you a lesson. Then, maybe you’ll be a smart girl.”

You nod, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, nervous about what kind this lesson is going to be. Surely, it won’t be a simple conversation.

“Look me in the eyes,” he commands.

When you do, he says in a much softer yet more serious voice, “I expect you to do everything I say. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

He resists the urge to say ‘good girl’ – it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he decides that you don’t deserve it yet.

He remains in his current position – seated at the foot of the bed – and silently, he beckons you closer. Without any preamble, Chris bends you over his lap and hikes your skirt up to reveal your cute ass.

“Let’s see how smart my little girl is,” he says as he kneads the flesh of your ass like he’s deciding the perfect spot to strike. “Count to ten with me.”

Smack. His hand hits your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “One,” you say.

Smack. This time his palm hits the other cheek, making sure they receive equal attention. “Two,” you say, your voice already wavering a bit.

Three, four and five go by quickly, but your knees threaten to buckle at six. Daddy has to hold his baby girl still to keep her from falling over now.

“C’mon baby girl,” Chris sighs, feigning exasperation despite actually being proud of your obedient behavior. He would’ve stopped ‘teaching you a lesson’ multiple spankings ago if it weren’t for the wet spot forming in the gusset of your panties. He can tell you’re getting off on this, and with a view like his, he’s in a similar boat. Chris probably looks like he has hearts in his eyes though you can’t see it with your face pointed towards the ground.

Seven, eight, nine, ten. You manage to count them out without much trouble despite progressively becoming less confident about your accuracy as you’re absorbed in the feeling of your dad spanking you. After your ‘lesson’ concludes, he doesn’t give you a moment to rest before he pulls you to your feet with more instructions at the ready.

“Lie down,” he says, though he pushes you onto the bed before you can comply. He would be a good drill sergeant if he had more patience. Clearly, he has the authority aspect down.

“Arms above your head,” he says, and it’s in these moments that you remember that he used to be a cop. Being a slut is akin to being a criminal in your dad’s book, so maybe you’re reminding him of his younger years, maybe that’s why he’s so enthusiastic about this whole charade.

You put your arms up and to your surprise, he walks out of the room, turning back when he reaches the doorway, only to say, “I expect you to stay like that until I get back.”

“Yes, sir.” You consider saluting him to take this bit of roleplay to the next level, but you don’t want to be spanked again. (Not because you don’t like spankings, but because he’s gotten you riled up to the point where you’re getting more and more antsy each moment that passes without his cock inside you.)

You stay put with your hands raised above your head, fearing the punishment you might receive if you don’t do what he asks. Maybe this part is the punishment. A couple minutes without daddy is no fun for you. Though, being away from his favorite girl would be a punishment for him too.

He comes back with not one, but two, pairs of handcuffs.

“You know what these are?” he asks.

You nod. “Handcuffs.”

“How do you know that? I thought you were a good girl. Have you been in trouble before?”

“No, not like that. I promise I’m a good girl.”

“Okay, good girl,” he starts, mockingly, “then you’re not going to complain when I put these on,” he says as he grabs one of your wrists and attaches one cuff to you and the other to the headboard. When you’re fully restrained, he takes a step back and looks at his handiwork.

“You look pretty like this,” he muses. Sometimes he can’t believe he made something so precious.

“Thank you, daddy,” you say, somehow still flustered by the compliment despite having heard it from him countless times.

You swear you see a hint of a smile cross his face but as soon as it appears, it vanishes. He climbs atop you – no, pounces onto you – caging in your body beneath him. He pulls your skirt up, almost ripping it. All thoughts of the money that dress cost him have left his mind.

“Daddy! Don’t do that. It’s new,” you whine.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says with a smack to your cheek. Your face is doubly red – embarrassed and aroused, and more importantly, your pussy is soaking wet.

Chris slides your panties to the side and shoves two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace, too pent up to waste time trying to ease you into it when he knows how badly you want him. The pleasure inside you rises so quickly you don’t realize you’re moaning until Chris chuckles at how loud you’re being.

“You like this?” he asks – his tone isn’t sultry, it’s patronizing.

“Ye-ah,” you try to say, but you only get half the word out before it turns into a moan.

“Do you think all those other guys who’d get a view of this soaking wet cunt could make you feel this good?”

You shake your head – a vehement no. There’s no way anyone other than your daddy could have you writhing against the sheets like this. Daddy is observant, and he knows his daughter well, so he can tell you’re getting close to your peak.

“Are you gonna cum?” His tone is deceptively encouraging.

“Uh-huh.” Foolishly, you think he’ll let you finish.

He laughs when he retracts his fingers, letting the heat in your abdomen fizzle out and watching your expression drop.

“Gonna cry already?” He doesn’t even feign pity when he mocks your tears.

You don’t need to answer his question verbally because you already are crying. The tears are falling on their own.

“You look so pretty when you cry,” he says, and you can hear more than a hint of poorly-concealed arousal in his tone. You’re beginning to break his cold facade, and that thought alone stops the tears from truly streaming down your face.

Chris has been rock hard since the moment you walked into the room wearing this cute little number, but now – unbeknownst to you due to his still-clothed state – the tip of his cock is leaking precum. He’s so desperate to feel your warmth engulfing him that he doesn’t care about the fact that he’s surely staining his boxers.

“Since you got the special princess treatment earlier, it’s daddy’s turn to have fun.” He unbuckles his belt, pulls his zipper down and takes his cock out, not wanting to waste time undressing all the way; and more importantly, he’s intent on not giving you the show you so desperately want. While Chris can keep his language in check in any other situation, his ability to hold in the vulgar things he wants to say to you flies out the window when he gets this turned on. “Gonna use you like the good little whore you are,” he says as he slips inside you in a single thrust.

“I’m not a whore,” you protest through a near-pornographic moan.

“Yeah? Then why do you like your dad using you?” He grips your hips and tightly enough to leave marks and brings them up to meet his so he can fuck you deeper. “You like your dad’s fat cock stretching you out like this?” Every word is punctuated by a hard thrust forward, the head of his cock reaching your cervix each time.

You try to answer but you can’t get a word out while you’re practically sobbing for him. You’ve been entirely reduced to moans and incoherent babbles.

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t gotta say anything ‘cause I already know how much you like this based on how fucking wet you are.” Sweat barely graces his brow while he fucks you at a merciless pace. Sometimes his stamina amazes you. Maybe carrying all of your shopping bags was just a warm up and this is his real exercise routine.

“Bet you’re close to cumming again, princess. Is that what you want?”

“Yes daddy,” you whine. You know he’ll deny you again, but you have to trust that he will let you cum eventually, and that the prolonged satisfaction will be worth it in the end.

“Too fucking bad,” he says as he pulls out abruptly.

You cry harder this time, and in return he opens your thighs wider and slaps your chubby pussy lips. The sound of his flesh against your slick reverberates. You gasp – startled, though the sting of his palm against your wetness feels electrifying.

“Did you like that?” He sounds amused – maybe even excited to have discovered a possible mutual kink.

When you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, and asks again, “Did you like that?”

“Yes, sir,” you say. When you open your mouth, he spits into it.

“Knew you would,” he mutters, pretending to be irritated, though the way his cock twitches untouched gives away his insatiable need for you.

Without warning, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Your inner walls clamp down around him tightly, as if your body is begging him to stay inside you.

“Daddy’s gonna breed you,” he says, making your cunt flutter around him. The involuntary contraction of your muscles is subtle, but daddy notices everything.

“You like that, huh? Want your dad to get you pregnant?”

You nod, trying desperately to respond but hiccuping out moans instead of words while Chris slams into you, steadily upping the pace with each thrust.

Both of you are well-aware that your father actually impregnating you would be disastrous to say the least, but the idea of Chris fucking you raw and filling you to the brim with his seed is too arousing to resist.

He pushes your knees to your chest and keeps one hand on the back of your thigh while the other grips the headboard, giving him double the leverage. Though it wouldn’t have seemed possible moments ago, he’s able to fuck you deeper in this position than he was previously.

“I can feel you squeezin’ me, baby…” He throws his head back and mutters something profane that you can’t quite make out. “You’d tell daddy if you were getting close to cumming, right?” His words come out like a threat. You’ll be in huge trouble if you cum without permission and you know that.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you cry, knowing he’ll pull out once you admit it. Being a good girl is hard.

Predictably, he does pull out, and you sigh in dissatisfaction. “Need it that bad, huh?” he taunts, but there’s a hint of sympathy behind his words. He’s been delaying his own pleasure too.

He drags his cock along your folds, barely dipping the head into your hole each time he slides his length across your slit. And each time, your pussy clenches, trying to grab onto the tip and suck him into you. The amount he teases you is almost mean – you weren’t that naughty. You want to be a good girl for him – both because you know only good girls get to cum, and for the simple fact that you love seeing the pride in your dad’s eyes when he sees your sweet obedience. He loves the pliancy of your body, the way you give yourself to him fully – the trust, the devotion, the love.

His love for you is unconditional, but making him proud takes work. So, you persevere through the countless rounds of edging so that you can bask in mutual bliss.

And, you can’t deny that although the ebb and flow of pleasure is frustrating, chasing your climax and knowing your efforts are in vain, the shock-wave of ecstasy you’re rewarded with is well-worth the toil.

Chris slaps your folds with his cock, bringing you back to reality, and when you meet his gaze you see his amusement at your irritation and if you weren’t cuffed to the headboard, you’d force him inside you to wipe the smug expression from his face. His state of arousal is equal to yours, all he has is a better poker face.

Your legs shake from the stimulation – so much and still not enough. When he stops moving momentarily to take in the view of you lying on your back with your thighs spread to reveal your cute cunt, glistening with arousal that dribbles down onto the bed sheets, you struggle against your restraints and make a noise of frustration, so fed up with his teasing that you can’t stop yourself from trying to break free.

“You know how to ask for something you want,” he says. “Or did I fuck you stupid already?”

You pay no mind to the second statement because your begging words are already falling from your lips. “Please, sir. Please, I need you inside me. Please, please, pl-” His hand covers your mouth.

“That’s enough begging. You’re gonna keep being a good girl and I’m gonna let you cum – after I stuff you full – got it?” He removes his hand so you can answer but the ‘yes, sir’ you want to say comes out as an unbridled moan when his cock hits your cervix in one swift movement.

He presses down on the bulge in your tummy, the visible imprint of his cock stretching you out, and it multiplies the pleasure. It’s like he’s testing out every trick to see what will get you to break, piling on sensation after sensation until he has you teetering on the edge. Chris’ soft grunting turns into fully groaning, but you can barely hear it over your own obscene moans and the wet sounds of your bodies colliding repeatedly.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby,” Chris says through ragged breaths. “Gonna make sure you know who this pussy belongs to.” The pace of his thrusts becomes frenzied right before he hits his peak with a low, “Jesus Fucking Christ.”

You’re on the crux of orgasm already – holding back until daddy lets you cum – but throughout his own high, Chris rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger, sending you tumbling over the edge.

“Daddy!” you scream as pleasure courses through your veins. You can’t cling to Chris like you want to since your hands are tied, so your cunt compensates by clamping down around him so hard he can’t move. After being edged multiple times your orgasm is more intense than ever. Chris’ fingers stroke your clit slowly, leading you through the overwhelming sensation. The aftershocks toe the line between pleasure and pain, making you sob. Chris leans down and wraps both arms around you, cradling you like a baby while your body calms down.

“Daddy’s right here,” he whispers. “You did so good for me, baby.” He presses a kiss to your temple before he uncuffs you from the headboard.

With what little energy you still possess, you fling yourself into his arms. With your head against his chest you feel a low rumble of laughter. You’re still his cute little girl, and as you’ve successfully proven to him, you’re his very good girl.

You both end up a sticky mess with your bodies entangled until eventually your breathing steadies and daddy decides you ought to get cleaned up.

“I think it’s time for a bath, baby,” he says, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. He sits you down on the bathroom counter and leaves you there – you want to call out for him but your voice is nearly gone from screaming while he fucked you.

Luckily, he comes back a moment later with a shopping bag of things you didn’t know he purchased. Bath bombs, body wash, exfoliating scrubs, and more.

“While you were in the dressing room being naughty, I was shopping for you,” he says with a playful grin on his face. All of his frustration with you is gone – really, love was beneath it all along, but now that he’s not pent up with arousal, it’s more obvious. Chris’ face is nuzzled into your neck, placing light kisses from your jawline to your collarbone. His facial hair tickles your skin and it makes you giggle which only makes him want to kiss you more.

He runs the bath while you chit-chat about anything and everything. Mostly, it’s you doing the talking because he’s a good listener and he was chatty enough while he was fucking you.

When the water is to your liking, he lifts you into the bathtub.

“Are you getting in?” you ask nicely, though you’re willing to beg if you have to.

“If that’s what my girl wants.” It is, in fact, what you want. Chris sits behind you and scrubs your body of all remnants of sex. You’ll still be sore and might have a mark from his hand on your ass, but all of the sweat you shed is wiped from your skin.

Your dad insists on carrying you everywhere for the rest of the night – luckily, you don’t have many more places to go besides bed. He helps you into comfortable pajamas and gently places you on the mattress. He motions for you to turn onto your stomach, and he massages all the sore spots on your backside, spending an especially long time tending to the muscles on your lower back… and then your ass… and then your inner thighs… until of course he ends up back at his favorite part of you.

“Dad,” you groan, annoyed at his inability to shift his focus from the area below the belt. “I need you to rub my shoulders too.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just wanted to give you some lovin’ down here first.”

You laugh lightly at his somewhat corny phrasing before protesting once again. “Seriously, I’m already sore! I’m not gonna be able to walk for a week if you don’t stop.”

“Okay, okay,” he concedes and moves his hands to your shoulders, giving your poor pussy a break. “Just so you know, I’d happily carry you everywhere for the next week.”

“Will you carry me around the mall next time we go shopping?”

“Baby, how am I gonna carry all your bags and you at the same time.”

“You’re smart, daddy. You’ll figure it out.”

You’re only half-joking. He is a smart man, and you admire him for his intelligence and wisdom among many other things such as his skills in the bedroom. You’d never make him carry you around in public, though. It would draw too much suspicion to your relationship. The relationship that remains unlabeled because he fits in too many categories – he’s your dad and your daddy. But neither of you need a term for what the two of you have. The only words you care about are the ones he whispers into your ear after he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, dad.”

He could challenge you and insist that he loves you more, but his smile says enough – he’s happier than he’s been in quite a while. As are you. Soon, your post-sex sleepiness kicks in and you fall asleep in Chris’ arms while he tells you stories about the good old days, though in his opinion, the best days are yet to come.

[marvel-lous-guy]

Peter: what's stopping Jeff bezos from being santa?

Tony: What?

Peter: He has our addresses, he has drones, he has our wishlists and intimate knowledge of our habits

Tony: yeah, I guess

Peter: He is specifically making the choice not to be santa

Tony: yeah, I guess you're right

*later*

Tony: Pepper, just listen! It's a great idea!

Pepper: Tony! We are not sending gifts to everyone in the world via empty Iron Man suits! That breaks a million health and safety violations!

Tony: ...okay. but what if we used drones!?

Pepper: TONY! NO!

Tony: BUT I WANT TO BE SANTA!

Peter: I want Mr stark to be Santa too!

Morgan: IS DADDY GONNA BE SANTA!?

Peter and Tony: YES!

Pepper: NO!

[sytoran]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄) ⌇ wanda maximoff

summary: it's christmas once again, and the only thing on wanda's wishlist is you.

☰ PAIRING: sub!milf!wanda x dom!gn!reader

☰ TAGS: modern!au, smut (18+), pwp, rough sex, cunnilingus, horniness, teasing, begging, strap-on usage, slight daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, overstimulation

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wanda bit her lip while watching you work, folding her arms over her chest.

it embarrassed her to admit it, but it was true: even after nearly five years of marriage, everything that you did turned her on. her high sex drive never seemed to be fulfilled, especially when you were so goddamn attractive.

even in an old band shirt and cargo pants, hacking away at a tree with a heavy axe for the christmas tree. you were out doing the handiwork, while wanda stood in the house with a mug in her hands, watching you from the balcony with a smile on her lips.

your shirt was sleeveless, much to wanda’s excitement (or arousal), which showed off those biceps that had been the fruit of hours spent in the gym. or in wanda’s bedroom.

“mom! mom! when’s santa coming? is he here yet?”

“have i been good enough this year? will i get a dog?”

the cries of billy and tommy, wanda and you’s twin sons, snapped her out of her lustful trance. wanda turned to her sons, a red flush on her cheeks still, thankfully gone unnoticed by the twins.

“santa will come on christmas night, tommy. so not today. and billy, i don’t think there’s dogs in the north pole, yeah? you want like, a remote-controlled car instead?” wanda chuckled as she managed to quieten the boys down in a matter of moments, with her expert motherly nature.

“who wants to set up the christmas tree?” you called from the doorstep, hefting the top section of a pine tree on one shoulder. tommy and billy ran up to you with excited cries, jumping with the energy of the young children that they were.

with some dirt on your face and a sheen of sweat covering your skin, you smiled cheekily at wanda, who thought you never looked more attractive.

when she came up to you, you didn’t miss the opportunity to use your free hand to pull your wife in, whispering in her ear with a husky voice.

“saw you looking at me from the balcony just now, baby. you’re horny, aren’t you?”

wanda gasped as she pulled away, slapping your arm. she looked around, and when noticing that billy and tommy had run off, quickly pecked your lips while standing on tip-toes.

you winked at your wife with the rouguish smirk that made her weak at the knees. “yelena’s babysitting tonight. you and i are gonna have some fun under that mistletoe.”

the two of you didn’t even make it past the kitchen when the door slammed shut after yelena came to pick the boys up. in mere seconds, your lips came crashing together like a tidal wave, tongue and teeth clashing with fervency.

“baby,” wanda panted, trying to unbuckle your jeans with one hand, the other tangled in your hair. you laughed breathily at her neediness, using a hand to wrap around her neck and bring her closer, as she readily complied.

you had a hand above her head against the wall, steadying the two of you, as the heated wave of lust escalated relentlessly. you moved your head beneath her chin, nipping and sucking at her pretty collarbone as she whined with impatience.

“d- don’t leave a mark,” she gasped, as you moved up to her neck. “gotta meeting tomorrow-”

“then let everyone see,” you interrupted, harshly biting right next to her pulse point, purple bruises forming in its wake. “let everyone know that you’re mine.” she groaned in slight annoyance at your cockiness but threw back her head nonetheless, allowing you better access to mark her as your own. wanda knew she could never turn you down, anyway.

in the midst of your merciless teasing, you slipped a hand under her shirt and under her bra to grasp greedily at her tits, loving the feeling of how soft and ample she was. wanda whined at your roughness, which only encouraged you to heighten what she thought was at its crux.

you pressed and pulled and twisted her nipples during the sloppy kisses and desperate pants, until she was nothing more than putty in your arms. her nipples were burning with pain but more pleasure, and wanda felt like she wouldn’t be able to feel them tomorrow, but yet she wanted more.

“harder,” she said firmly, against your mouth, then breaking off into a moan when you slipped your tongue inside that delectable mouth of hers.

“want it harder?” you teased with a heavy pant. “so needy for me, hmm?”

tears pricked at her eyes in frustration, nodding furiously despite the feeling of burning against her skin. throwing her shirt over head and slipping her bra off with haste wanda thought unimaginable, you sank your teeth into a nipple without warning, closing your eyes when goosebumps ran over your skin.

she let out a silent scream, nearly coming undone there and then. wanda couldn’t breathe. she didn’t want to breathe. she wouldn’t breathe unless you told her to do so. her hands were gripping your shoulder blade so tightly you were surprised your shirt didn’t rip.

the feeling of your teeth in her nipple caused so much pain, so much pleasure, and an avalanche of arousal to flood her senses. wanda wanted to be roughed out, stretched out, used ‘til she was a doll of your playtime.

she gyrated her hips along your thigh that was shoved between her legs, moaning your name. the way she sounded, so pliant and obedient in your arms, drove you downright insane.

“just like that, baby,” you groaned, removing your teeth from her overly sensitive nipple. “such a good girl for me.” wanda cried, wept for your touch, and you would be a sinner and a fool to deny this goddess of a woman.

manhandling her onto the kitchen counter, you bent her over with strength you yourself didn’t know was in your possession. she could only moan in response, growing wetter each time your words were tainted with all things unholy.

wanda gasped as you rubbed your strap against her ass, words dissolving into nothing more than a puddle of her submission. she moaned something unintelligible, pressed against the cool surface of the marble.

“what was that, baby?” you asked, tugging on her auburn hair.

wanda’s face was flushed, with embarrassment and arousal, maybe both. she turned back to look at you with her eyes drooping in a hazy lust. “i wanna give you more babies.”

fucking hell.

that definitely did more than just something to you, as you snapped the side of her purple panties, throwing it over your head. you let out a damn near growl when you saw how sodden her sex was, all puffy and swollen for you.

“wanda,” you groaned, using a hand to press her harder against the countertop, as she raised her ass to give you a better view.

on another day, you might’ve asked her to beg for it, beg for you to take her as she was. but today you decided there was no time for all that. each second you spent with wanda was sheer paradise, and the ticking clock was your only enemy.

in the midst of a loud moan from wanda, you thrust the entirety of the strap into her awaiting pussy, watching in a trance as each inch was taken by her so well. her moan became a scream, as her knees went weak.

you took her enthusiasm as a green light, beginning to thrust slowly into your wife. as much as she was needy and desperate, you didn’t want to hurt her.

“faster please, daddy.” she begged, her arousal dripping down her own thighs and your own.

might as well kill me now.

you slowly removed the strap from her tight pussy, as she whined at the loss of your cock, clenching around nothing at all.

then you slammed it into her, wanda’s scream rebounding around the walls of kitchen. suddenly, the gentle touches or sweet words dissipate into thin air, and this time you’re fucking wanda with every intention to break her.

you let the strap ram against her cervix, tight and wet and everything wanda could have ever wished for. the splutters that leave her mouth all get soaked up by you as each of thrusts get deeper and faster, opening wanda up.

god, if this was where she would meet her end, wanda prayed she could burn in your fires of hell.

the heat and haze cloud the two of you into your personal little bubble, until the only thought ingrained into your mind is wanda maximoff.

she shakes with every harsh slam of your hips, eyes glazed over as you lean down to press the two of you together. wanda can feel your hardened nipples pressing against her bare back, leaving her breathless.

all she can do is drool and moan helplessly, as you pound into her for all it was worth, almost as if fucking her into the counter.

“you gonna come?” you say lowly, right next to her ear, hot breath on her skin. goosebumps raise all over her skin, and wanda can’t even do more than moan your name as if it was the only word that could ever fall from her heavenly lips.

her lack of coherency makes you laugh. the cocky lilt in your voice, with the breathy rasp and low tone - it fucks her up, and wanda nearly loses goddamn mind.

you hike her hips up from the counter and give yourself better access to her hungry pussy. the show of effortless strength leaves her throbbing even harder than before. you then use a hand to reach out and toy with her clitoris, fingers nimble in bringing to an earth-shattering orgasm.

wanda wails and twitches underneath you, but you pin her down and keep the strap buried inside her as she comes. her heavy pants and whines, and just the sight of wanda, all spent and drooling and red-faced and moaning your name - it brings you to your own climax.

after what seemed like an eternity of sacred silence, and making sure wanda’s breathing has steadied, you take the strap out of her pussy. her walls are stretched out, and for a moment you feel more arousal building up in you.

but with a look at wanda, you knew it would take a while before a second round. wanda was positively glowing, but exhausted. she smiles at you with the most genuine sunshine you’d ever seen in her life, and you’d never guess she was the most dirty devil under the sheets. or, well, in the kitchen.

you slowly undo the clasps of the strap, discarding it somewhere and making a mental note to clean it later. wanda reaches out for you, and you interlock your fingers with hers.

she pulls you into one of the most gentle, sweet, and love-filled kisses you’d ever had in your life. it was slow, it was vanilla and roses, it was wanda maximoff.

it was just her and you, the sunlight reflecting off golden skin, on a dreamy christmas day.

“mom,” billy calls out for wanda while she’s preparing dinner. you’re helping her chop up some carrots, admiring your wife in a cute kitchen apron.

“yes, honey?” wanda says, brushing a strand of red hair from her eyes. billy steps into your view, holding a pair of familiar purple panties that looked like it had been through hell.

“why’s there panties on the kitchen floor? and why’s it ripped apart...... and wet?”

you choke on air.

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