Hi hi! I've been a fan of your work for quite some time! However, I cannot view your main account at all for whatever reason, like it just keeps on loading or it says that the account doesn't exist, idk if I'm blocked or not? I'm sorry to bother you about it, I'm just confused 😭
Idk how you got blocked tbh and I’m sorry it took me months to see this ask!!
Hey, I think I’m blocked from your main because i can’t see your content on there, don’t know if it was on accident or if like tumblr blocked me but I have my age in my bio (23) :)
i know you already gave out a general warning and I fully respect that which is why I'm asking, but I think I'm blocked from your main account and I just wanted to make sure it wasn't because I was someone on your dni list (I'm not a minor). I've been following this blog for a while and I didn't realize that Tumblr let you interact with someone's side blog even though their main one had blocked you. if you have a reason, I'm sorry for violating your boundaries and I'll unfollow this blog as well if need be !!
Okay I am genuinely SOOO sorry about this, I truly never check the inbox on this account anymore and I just happen to be emptying my sideblog inboxes today and this is from so long ago 😭 I’ve unblocked you now, again I’m super sorry I hadn’t seen this sooner 💖
Miss you.. you’ve been gone so long, I came back to reread your angel wanda and demon reader series just because it was so beautifully written. At one point it was mentioned the next chapter was 1/4 written. Girl I need it please
Well I’m much more active on my main account so I promise I’m around there 😅 I post all of my fics over there so I don’t know what part you read last, but check my full masterlist to see if there are any parts you’ve missed! 💖
Work and school has been killing me and writing motivation in general just isn’t always there so I miss angel!Wanda a lot, but I have to manage my time as best as possible and I just.. haven’t had the energy, I’m sorry!
18. “so perfect all tied up for me.” With your dollhouse au? I’m imagining those silk ribbon bondage rope not just tying you down but wrapped around you because Wanda thinks it’s such a pretty sight <3
I'm a different person posting this than I was yesterday when I started this fic... and then it got Deleted in drafts and I saw my life flash before my eyes. This is edited kinda, but honestlyyy I just needed to conquer it at this point lmao
please don't flag this fic, I have warnings clearly labeled
Doll House AU. masterlist. wc: 1.7 cw: 18+ only, please. smut, fluff. loose ribbon bondage. body worship. inspection. fingering (r receiving). oral (r receiving). size kink if you squint. overstim. mommy kink. snuggly aftercare. and then all the usual Doll House warnings.
Wanda and Doll spend an intimate afternoon in bed, Wanda perfecting her ribbon tying skills while judging your patience
⁛— 2nd birthday sleepover.
"There you go, all nice and pretty..."
Silk ribbons adorned your figure, wrapping you like an extra present to Wanda, from Wanda. She'd spent the past hour fawning over you atop your plush bed, shedding your morning outfit only to replace it with buttery soft threads. "So perfect, all tied up for me."
It wasn't tight enough to restrain you really, if you truly wanted to wiggling away was an option— but you didn't want anything of the sort. Wanda's undivided attention was the best kind of afternoon you could hope for.
Curious as ever, you still had your questions. "Mommy, why aren't these tight?"
Shrugging your shoulders showed off the little movement you could make, careful not to undo any of Wanda's hard work. The older woman laughed and kissed your hip above the ribbon she'd tied over your curves, amusement filled green eyes gazing up and instantly bringing a dopey smile to your face. "I don't want to tie you down, not today at least."
"Then what are we doing?" Oh you wished so badly you could reach up and kiss her, but your wrists tied at your middle stopped you from bending too far, again more fearful of messing up whatever goal Wanda strove for.
And that was the most of what you were doing, Wanda testing your patience, whatever willingness you had to let your reverence of her outweigh your own desires... so far you were performing perfectly.
“We’re playing, of course. Silly thing,” Wanda sat up between your legs, crawling over your prone body until she could reach your neck for her next area of focus. It was an excessive show of possession, biting endlessly along your throat, leaving marks she'd be tending to for days after, relishing in how helplessly you squirmed under her; this could easily become her favorite afternoon playtime. "Aren't you having fun?"
Lithe fingers slid under the thick ribbons at your legs, playfully tugging just to hear your surprised squeak. Your legs fell apart with nearly no coaxing, Wanda’s fingernails scraping over your inner thighs just the way she knew you adored. Small shivers rattled your body as best they could within your restraints, ever conscious of leaving them in place, and the moment she laid eyes on your glistening sex she remembered why she’d decided to keep your lower limbs tied separately.
“I asked you a question.” The only answer she received was your meek nod, an action that resulted in a faux pout from Wanda, more concerned with how often you forgot you were allowed to speak now rather than whether or not you were truly enjoying yourself. That much was evident.
“It sure looks like you’re having fun,” Spreading your folds apart was just as easy as your legs, leaving you completely vulnerable to Wanda’s impromptu inspection. No matter how long you stayed with her, there was a persistent shyness about you, but your longing for your mommy’s approval always won out. It would be so easy to uncurl your hands where they rested bound together a mere few inches above Wanda’s, to push her away and cover yourself… but you didn’t— just as Wanda expected of you.
Today’s obedience earned you a reward, but Wanda wouldn’t spell it out for you, preferring instead to continue her game of testing self-restraint. It was better to train you into behaving even without possible reward, no matter that she already spoiled you rotten every chance she got. Two wet digits left their examination and came to settle on your waiting lips, your patience forced but steadfast. “Say please.”
“Please mommy, may I clean your fingers?” The drawn out please was so adorable Wanda wanted to suffocate you, but instead she sated herself with your grateful sigh around her, your tongue diligently licking until she drew them away.
Her hand came back to settle between your supple thighs, fingers sliding easily through your sex, knuckles just barely grazing your clit. Curious fingertips fell down to your entrance, gathering warm wetness from where you were dripping and bringing them to her own mouth this time. She always wondered if you knew how desperate she was to have you, but one look down at your dazed expression answered that for her easily. “Did my playtime make you all icky? Do I need to clean you up?”
Admittedly, the past hour of Wanda’s gentle touches, sweet words and even sweeter kisses left your brain fuzzy. The tingling in the pit of your stomach had grown into a calm and pleasant ache, much gentler than the gnawing, desperate clawing that plagued you whenever Wanda was rough. Sometimes she left you at that painful edge, frustrated to no end and chastising any complaints she caught. Today if she’d left you with nothing, maybe you’d be able to manage the evening with dull nagging, but the notion of an orgasm at the end of your slowly building high was too tempting to pass by; you had to make your need known. “Make it better, please… want it so bad.”
“So now you speak up, whenever you need something from me…” Wanda took her sweet time traveling down your front, lips brushing over every curve and divot so that when she finally placed one last adoring kiss atop your mound, anticipation buzzed through your veins. “You can cum as much as you’d like, but don’t you dare untie yourself.”
Sometimes Wanda’s rewards were straightforward, a simple start and finish before she sent you off. Surprisingly, you preferred rewards you worked towards together, ones like these where her tongue drew intricate patterns over your clit, teasing and testing just how far gone she could pull you while you remained committed to following her rules. It was harder than it looked, knowing you had the ability to twist and turn with every perfectly placed stroke, but willing your body to stay confined, to preserve Wanda’s ribbon-tied handiwork.
Thankfully they allowed space for the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the clenching of your core as the first wave of orgasm washed over, knocking your head back into your plush array of pillows as you erupted into a fit of moans and pleas. “Mommy.. Mommy, please.. again! Wanna cum again-”
“Such a needy doll, so pretty all tied up for me and begging for my mouth.” It was a brutal inner battle to keep from bucking your hips, fingers fidgeting at your midsection to keep busy in anything other than Wanda’s hair. When she descended again it was all worth it, warm mouth suckling at your swollen bud to distract from the three fingers prodding at your hole.
The stretch was maddening, an instantaneous full feeling sending you over the edge again before Wanda even got the chance to move. She groaned around you as she felt your walls clench, free hand coming to wrap securely around your upper thigh; instinct drove you to back away from the thick intrusion, but she couldn’t have any of that. “Shh, sweetheart, let mommy play a little longer.”
“O-Okay..” Your previous pleasant need evolved into something more, something starved within that only reared its head when Wanda’s intentions turned heady. Careful not to toss around too much, you relaxed as your thoughts settled into a low hum, taking every thrust and each curl of her fingers until individual orgasms merged to one neverending bliss.. you’d lost count after three anyways.
After some unmeasured amount of time, Wanda granted you a reprieve, leaving you dreadfully empty and weakly clenching around nothing. You felt limp head to toe, unable to even raise your arms without Wanda’s help as she worked to slowly unwrap you. She took her time so as not to startle you, smoothing over any tiny indent her ribbon left from your movements and doting on it with a cautious rub of her thumb.
Once she was done, she was genuinely surprised you hadn’t dozed off; the act of overstimulation alone was occasionally enough to leave you napping for hours. But today heavy eyes lazily followed her every move, bottom lip quivering more visibly by the second. “You did a wonderful job today, my love. I’m so proud of you.”
The praise was much appreciated as always, but you’d been missing one thing terribly since Wanda had first given the instruction to lay back while she unfurled her ribbon and tired as you were, you needed one last clarification. “Can I touch you now, I want a hug…”
“Of course, we’re long past our game.” You were in Wanda’s lap after the second word, curling into her and wrapping your arms around her middle in the tightest hug you could muster. Any time she searched your thoughts, they were full of her, the urge to be near her so strong Wanda was surprised whenever she got a moment to herself these days.
It was the sweetest form of devotion she could imagine, the pure need to keep her presence in whatever capacity; your lovey ways never failed to render her heart gooey. “That’s why you were so pouty just now, my poor little snugglebug.”
Giving your tummy the gentlest tickle before drawing the sheets closer, Wanda scooted you both until she could lay you down; not that the position mattered much when you stayed attached at the hip. Content little noises rumbled against Wanda’s arm as you made them, keeping still even as you craned your neck to cover her cheek in appreciative smooches. “Nap with me, mama. I’m sleepy.”
“If you insist,” Now it was Wanda’s turn for restraint. It’d take little to no effort to pull herself from your grip even without her powers; there were a myriad of things waiting for her to do downstairs… but she stayed put. The desire to see your smiling face when you woke up in a while, ever excited to wake up in her arms, far outweighed any living room cleaning.
Can minors just read my bio and get the hint to not follow me like you’re not subtle or funny, you’re just annoying and crossing my very clear boundaries which only further proves you shouldn’t be participating in 18+ spaces
Hi! I believe I followed you being new to this app and didn’t know how things worked and I have now learned lol I’m not sure how the blocking stuff works but I can’t see your stories n doesn’t let me follow you but please reconsider if u have me blocked cuz I’ve been dying to read your work
Hey there! It could’ve been a few reasons honestly, if you didn’t have your age in your bio, were a blank blog, or if you were spam liking my fics, etc. but I’ll unblock you
HI Maximotts, I've also been blocked from your main blog, can you please unblock me?
Yes, but
@ anyone else who's blocked from my main/doesn't know why: in the future, please read people's interaction rules for their blog and make sure you're clearly abiding by them before you click that follow button. No one goes through their block list to see who's actually following the rules after having blocked someone and we can all avoid the "can you unblock me" messages, if you just follow the interaction boundaries before interacting.
I love to think about that belief that wine makes you horny and how I could tip the glass to your lips to make you take small sips through the night while I provoke you until you're all needy and warm.
pairing ❦ Doll House AU mommy!Wanda x female doll!reader
summary ❦ Wanda's got a new dress for her doll to wear and she's way too excited to let you sleep in yet again. You're not a morning person, but obedience always comes with rewards
warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; dollification kink, fingering, magical restraints (wrist behind back), bath activities (with a tiny bit of somno if you squint), mommy kink, groping, nipple play, dressing up, general DH happenings of brainwashed reader, a good bit of coddling from our beloved mommy Wanda, but she's still going to make sure she's always in control, a bit stockholmy at this point in the timeline too tbh
words ❦ 3k
a/n ❦ god I've missed writing for this AU so much, I hope this is like.. good and okay. We've made it through week one of Kinktober, I hope you're all enjoying it so far
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On the few occasions you found yourself awake before she came to get you, you fell right back into dreamland or snuck your way into her bed in hopes of a morning snuggle. You whined, sleepily wrapping your arms around Wanda to pull her down to the mattress, but your efforts were in vain. “Not today, love. Mommy bought you such a pretty new dress and wants to see you in it.”
“It’s time to wake up, sweetheart..”
Waking up was always a daze, Wanda’s voice breaking through your dreams gently as she could. When you rolled over, it was into her waiting arms, so careful in their movement that it took you a few moments to realized she was sitting you upright, “I let you sleep in this morning because you were so tired last night, but you’d sleep the whole day away if I didn’t get you out of bed.”
It was true; for as long as you could remember Wanda woke you up each morning. On the few occasions you found yourself awake before she came to get you, you fell right back into dreamland or snuck your way into her bed in hopes of a morning snuggle. You whined, sleepily wrapping your arms around Wanda to pull her down to the mattress, but your efforts were in vain. “Not today, love. Mommy bought you such a pretty new dress and wants to see you in it.”
As with everything, your mommy had a particular routine to be followed each day and it started with waking you up and getting you ready for the day which, while you clearly weren’t an early bird, you loved mornings and nights for one reason alone: Wanda’s attention. When she dressed you, she only had eyes for you; nothing diverting her focus or making her leave with the dreaded ‘show me later’ — it was your special time and you wouldn’t give it up for the world. If you were good, there was always a reward, whether it be extra syrup on your pancakes or playing a game of your choice, Wanda never told you what it’d be, but it didn’t take long to catch on that good behavior brought out the most generous version of your favorite person.
“Can I see it, mommy?” Your voice was groggy as she led you into the bathroom, a little smaller than Wanda’s own, but decorated to perfectly match the soft pastels of your bedroom.
Wanda undressed you with practiced ease, fingers taking the hem of your nightgown and pulling it over your head quickly and efficiently, “After you’re all clean, I’ll show you, alright?” You nodded slowly, a yawn stopping any words you’d had to say. The brunette regarded you as she always did, with love and reverence, leaning in to give each of your cheeks a kiss before turning to grab a new set of fluffy towels from the rack. “Stay right there and I’ll get you in ten seconds.”
The water in the bath was already drawn and warm of course; you didn’t think you’d ever had to wait for hot water in this house, but you never questioned it. The less time you had to stand on the cold tile, skin chilling from exposure, the better. When Wanda did return, she was quick to help you into the tub, lowering you herself just in case you slipped in your tired state. “You were gone for twelve seconds, not ten..”
“Oh was I?” Wanda laughed at that, playfully pinching your side under the water, careful to avoid any of the resulting splash. “Barely awake and you can still count how long I’m gone?”
“I’m very awake and two seconds is a lot!” You huffed, cheeks puffing as Wanda poked fun at you. Still, you lifted your arms when she asked and let her clean your properly, still keeping your hope for reward in mind. Eventually you settled down, relaxing as the soapy washcloth scrubbed over your skin, more than content to bask in the comfort of your morning routine. Sometimes Wanda would talk, murmuring statements to herself you didn’t understand or asking about your previous night’s dreams. Today she was humming some tune you didn’t know, but light and sweet and soon enough, your eyes were drifting closed. Sure you were in a large tub, but Wanda would never let anything bad happen to her precious doll; even if you completely fell asleep, you knew no harm would come to you.
Some time passed before you were aware of your surroundings again, still sitting amidst the chest high water with Wanda’s hand on your back to support you. Her other hand was what made you stir, delicate fingers running back and forth between your open legs. A singular digit slipped past your folds easily, drawing wide, lazy circles, purposefully avoiding your most sensitive areas. She was completely unhurried as she played with you, slowly sinking into you once before pulling out and returning to her makeshift pattern. “Mommy…”
“Shh, sleepyhead, you’re okay,” Wanda’s head came to rest against the side of your own as you spread your legs for her, her low chuckle music to your ears. “Always so needy right away, such an impatient little doll.” She didn’t hurry up from your moans as her thumb met your clit, not even as your hips bucked up to meet her open palm; Wanda was never one to be rushed, especially not by you. She continued to press and tease, ignoring your pleas each time she drove her finger in and out of your tight entrance. Your constant wiggling became a pain, lukewarm water hitting the floor each time you twisted and turned, making more and more of a mess for her to clean up later. “I’m giving you ten more seconds of bath time before it’s time to get out, use it wisely.”
That short amount of time wasn’t nearly enough to give you the relief she taunted you with; it felt good, but not enough to truly get you anywhere. Wanda’s countdown was just added pressure, your sleep heavy body struggling to meet the demands your brain set, just barely managing to shift forward before her hand left you completely. “No.. that’s not fair..”
Wanda was already standing you up, supporting whatever weight your shaky legs wouldn’t hold. “It was more than fair. I gave you two whole extra seconds, that’s a lot, you know.” You unleashed a set of grumbles as Wanda towel dried you, wrapping the thick cloth across your midsection and escorting you back to your bedroom. When she left you this time, she didn’t bother to promise a time to return, the dress she’d picked out hung conveniently on the side of your vanity mirror. Irritated as you were, you refrained from complaining further, still wanting to be good for the sake of the rest of your day.
“You’re going to look absolutely precious in this,” The brunette acted as if she hadn’t just had you crying out for her moments prior, completely at ease and determined to dress you in her outfit of choice. It was a cute white dress and you loved every inch of it from its tiered skirt to the small buttons made to close off the top of the bodice— you couldn’t help but crack a smile the instant she held it up to your figure. You let her remove your towel and tie back your hair, giggling as she placed featherlight kisses along your bare shoulders. “There’s the happy girl I love!”
You waited for Wanda to give you undergarments, but they never came, only her instructions to lift your arms while she got the dress over your head. It fit perfectly, everything did when it came from her, and once it settled over your hips, you instinctively twirled back and forth just to watch the mid thigh length skirt flutter around you. “I love it, mommy! Thank you for the new dress.”
Wanda was practically beaming watching you wiggle around like an excited bunny, it would be hard to find a cuter sight. “Come here, let me at least put you in it properly.” She’d left the buttons undone so as not to risk stretching out the delicate fabric and without them put together, you might as well have just been wearing an underbust corset instead of a proper dress. Wanda sat on the edge of the bed while you made your way over to her, motioning for you to sit in her lap. You did so readily, never one to pass up the chance at sitting so close together. Like this you could always smell the subtle florals of her shampoo and perfume, could feel her strong thighs under yours holding you up securely… Wanda was your favorite place to sit.
She loved having you close too, of course, your easy softness always borderline irresistibly cuddly. Her hands settled on your waist, thumbs rubbing over your hips to still your squirming. “How are you this morning? Did you sleep well?”
“I slept great! I did have one bad dream, but it was quick and…” Wanda was listening to your response, but not very well, eyes glued to your still exposed breasts. She hadn’t fully fed her need to toy with you from earlier, the awkward angle of the bathtub along with your incessant wiggling making it much harder than it truly needed to be, but that didn’t mean she was out of options.
Soft lips met your shoulder before you even realized she’d swept in, a trail of kisses from your collarbone, up your throat, and down to a culminating nibble over your sternum forcing a small whimper. “Mommy?” Wanda was content with that for a while, a pattern of kissing and licking working to rile you up just as slowly as she had when you’d dozed off in the bath earlier, but once again you were interrupting, this time tugging at her hands in an effort to push them lower than their place on your abdomen.
She let it slide the first time, but twice was pushing it and as soon as she caught your free hand move to squeeze at your chest, Wanda had no choice but to reprimand you. “I thought you knew better than to try and touch something that’s not yours.”
With a subtle flick of her fingers, your wrists were caught behind your back, swirling red tendrils keeping them locked in place no matter how you tried breaking free. “Ah ah, none of that. I’m being lenient because I know you’re tired, but if you don’t sit still I’ll have to really punish you. I have such a fun day for us, dolly, don’t ruin it.”
You could only manage a sob, Wanda’s disappointed face sending guilt and shame straight to the heart. “I’m sorry, mommy. I didn’t mean it..”
Wanda merely pouted, her hands finally moving up until they met the swell of your breasts, rolling pebbled nipples between nimble fingers. It took everything you had not to beg for her, to wait patiently and let her go as she pleased, but you did, behaving even as she tugged and twisted at the sensitive buds until it’d begun to sting. “Please, I’m sorry..”
She had to remind herself you were still such a fragile thing; even though you knew how to behave, you slipped up sometimes. It was only natural to make a mistake every once in a while. After all, it was only recently Wanda allowed you to speak at all, the new freedom would take adjustment. The brunette looked up again, tearing her gaze away from your body to instead meet your begging eyes, “I know, I know you’re sorry. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You shook your head, bottom lip quivering as a gentle hand came to cup your flushed face.
“Poor thing, you just needed your mommy…” The yes you gave came out painfully shy, but Wanda didn’t mind, cooing over how worked up you’d gotten so quickly while she roughly palmed the breast she still held in her hand. Despite your admission, the two of you stayed like that for a while, Wanda offering placating kisses to your face and neck while she took advantage of your bound and exposed body. She could forgive your mistakes and still take what she wanted for herself.
When Wanda slipped her hand under your new skirt, it was almost a relief, hoping she’d finally help you where you needed her most. “I bet if I were to slide my hand into your sweet little cunt, you’d be already dripping for me.” You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have that dull ache as soon as the woman in front of you pulled you close; some days when you begged for her to take it away, she did. Other days, she made it better before leaving you worse— those were the days you’d gotten on her nerves most. “All because I wanted to have a little fun with you this morning?”
“It hurts…” Two fingers pressed past your entrance with no resistance, not bothering to give the time to adjust she knew you didn’t need. Instinct fed into your urge to roll your hips in time with her thrust, but still under Wanda’s restraints, you’d risk falling off her lap and straight to the floor— you could only sit and take it.
Her thumb bumped against your clit like it did in the bath, toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were mewling pathetically. “Aw, I’ll make it all better, don’t worry.”
Your head fell to Wanda’s shoulder as you struggled to keep up right, but that just wouldn’t do. “Sit up, honey. Let me see you.” Her free hand splayed over your abdomen, pushing you back and holding your hip. “You look too pretty for me to miss.”
“Wanna touch you too…” Wanda wanted to point out that was nothing new; from day one you’d been attached to her side, upset whenever she said you couldn’t hold her hand because she needed both of them or each night she tucked you into your own bed. There was never a time you didn’t want to feel her presence and really, she didn’t mind, but this had to be a punishment somehow.
“In a little bit, be patient.” That wasn’t the answer you’d wanted to hear, but there was no way around it, nowhere to run from Wanda’s crude inspection of your newly dressed up figure. Your magic ties spread from your wrists to wind around your waist, allowing the older woman to roam your body as she saw fit, leaning forward until her lips hit the exposed section of your collarbone, sucking a hickey calmly as she could with a near desperate girl trying her hardest to sit still.
“You’re close already, aren’t you?” Wanda didn’t have to ask, the copious slick running past her palm and to her wrists told her everything she needed to know.
“Mhm, I‘m sorry…” No matter how much Wanda loved playing with her doll, you never did last long, could only do so when subjected to careful edging which you thankfully seemed to be spared from this morning. She never berated you for it, of course, you’d never be anything short of perfect in her eyes, but it made her rules harder to follow. Sympathetic as Wanda was, you weren’t allowed without permission and although you were barely hanging on, her warning from earlier rang clear as a bell. I have such a fun day for us, don’t ruin it. “I need to…”
Wanda pulled back, hand grounding your position at the small of your back as she curled her nimble fingers and found the dreaded spongy patch that never failed to leave you drooling, “It’s alright, doll, you can let go.”
You didn’t know how long you came or how long you’d been riding your high, all you focused on was your mommy’s touch, working you perfectly inside and out as wave after wave of pleasure hit you as if you were a rock on the shoreline. When you came to, your body was free to move and you fell into Wanda without second thought, thighs twitching on either side of hers as you nuzzled deep into the crook of her neck. Your quiet “thank you, mommy,” was hoarse and hurt your throat, but Wanda was quick to quell your troubles, two wet fingers already pushing past your lips and settling on your tongue.
“You did such a good job listening to me this morning, thank you.” Wanda was adjusting to lean back against the headboard, a bit of a struggle as you insisted on limply clinging to her, tired arms about her waist and your fists clenched in her shirt. You’d snuggled yourself firmly, but cozily, your warm weight pushing Wanda backwards into the pile of pillows you never slept without. “I love you.”
“Wanna sleep more,” You mumbled your love back, muffled against her chest and she smiled; sometimes you really were too adorable for words. It was just that behavior that kept Wanda rooted in place, her hands rubbing your sides while she pressed kisses into the crown of your head. “Cuddle with me please, mama?”
“Well…” Calling her that always did melt her heart, whether you knew it or not; it was hard for Wanda to say no to you already. Your drowsy eyes confirmed you weren’t going anywhere on your own any time soon, breathing evening out like she’d heard a thousand times over now right as you were falling asleep. If she tried to move you, you’d surely be cranky and it just wasn’t worth giving up how sweet and calm you looked dozing off on her right now.
She really did have such a long day planned… but it was nothing that couldn’t wait. “Just for a little while, then we’ll both get up.” It was the last thing Wanda said before she opened her eyes again at noon.
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