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Ghost who doesn’t know how to flirt like a normal person, instead asks “How much d’you weigh?”
Shadow falling over you, broad enough to swallow the reflection in the mirror behind the machine you were just using at the gym. You look up and find Ghost standing there in a black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, mask in place even here, eyes flat and unreadable above the fabric. One gloved hand resting on the frame of your machine.
The question lands blunt, no lead up, no softening. Like he’s asking for the time or the weather. Your mouth goes dry. He’s too close, too big, the sheer width of him making the space between you feel airless.
You could tell him to fuck off. Should. But the words stick somewhere behind your teeth, and what comes out instead is a mumbled number, barely loud enough to carry, your eyes dropping to the seam where the mat meets the floor.
He doesn’t react at first. Just tilts his head a fraction, that slow, assessing cock of it Then, low and rough through the mask: “Lighter than I’m used to.”
Confusion flickers across your face but he’s already moving, already loading the bar next to you with plates that match the number you gave him exactly, no hesitation, no adjustment. The barbell settles across the padded support with a dull clank.
You should look away. You don’t.
He lies back on the bench, plants his feet wide, and rolls the bar into place across the jut of his hips. One smooth motion and he drives up, hips snapping high, the loaded bar rising clean with the power of it, his body locking into a straight line from shoulders to knees. The muscles in his thighs flex hard under the fabric of his shorts. Up, hold, lower. Up again. The bar doesn’t even tremble under the weight.
It takes a beat for the meaning to sink in. Heat crawls up your neck, tightens in your chest, but it doesn’t stop there. It drops lower, coils hot and insistent right behind your navel and settles between your legs with a heavy, liquid pulse, cunt clenching around nothing. The reaction is immediate and traitorous, slick gathering hot and fast, soaking into the seam of your leggings, clit throbbing in time with every snap of his hips.
Oh.
(Ghost who doesn’t know how to flirt but somehow it works every time.)
Summary: You decide to play a harmless prank in Bucky while recording a video, but it doesn't go your way
Warnings: spanking, degrading, fingering, crying, unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willie), no on page aftercare
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"Hey guys, so today I'm trying the new Alani flavors with my friend, Bucky,"
Bucky goes still next to you.
"As you can see, we have-"
"Try again,"
Goosebumps prickle on your skin at Bucky's flat, dominant voice.
"Huh? Anyways, we have-"
Bucky slips his metal hands around the back of your neck, just resting there with firm pressure.
"Try. Again," Bucky repeats, voice scarily calm.
"Bucky, I don't know what you're talking about," you respond, voice shaking a little.
Bucky flesh hand grips you chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"You know. Who. Am. I?"
Bucky's eyes are dark and spiked with heat, but his face qne body remains in a calm, no BS state.
You lick your lips, brain struggling to remember what you're doing.
"M-my friend?"
Bucky tilts his head.
"Nope. We're not doing this shit,"
In a flash, Bucky has you over his shoulder, starting calmly towards the bedroom.
"Bucky!! What are you doing? W-we have to finish the video!"
You jolt, clamping your legs together as Bucky swats the spot where your upper thighs and ass meet.
"No, what we have to do is fix your bratty attitude,"
"Hey! I'm not a brat," you huff, kicking your legs weakly.
Bucky clamps an arm against your legs, holding them against his chest
"You're only adding to your punishment,"
Bucky sets you down on your feet, not releasing his grip on you as he sits down in the armchair in the corner of your bedroom. He lifts you effortlessly, placing you facedown over his lap.
"Bucky!" You squeal as he shoves your dress up around your waist and rips your panties off
"You let your friends do this to you? Throw you around like a doll and strip your slutty ass?" Bucky growls, landing a blow on the cleft of your ass.
"Oww! Bucky cut it out!" You squirm, bending your legs up so your feet cover your ass.
"You cut it out," Bucky hisses .
Bucky wrenches your legs down, lifting his thigh up and pinning your knees under them. You fight against his hold, but there's no use.
You cry out as Bucky starts landing alternating blows on your ass cheeks with his flesh hand.
"You're such a fucking brat. Think you could get a rise out of me for a little video with no consequences?"
"N-no!"
"No what?" Bucky snaps, landing a harder blow.
"No sir!" You squeak, pressing your cheek against the side of the armchair.
"So you wanted to be punished? Wanted to be bent over my lap like the naughty girl you are?"
"No sir!"
You grip the underside of the chair, trying and failing to squirm out of his firm grip. His next blow lands on the junction of your left thigh and ass. Tears prickle your eyes as burning ripples through the sensitive skin.
"But that can't be right, cause you know I'd never let you get away with something like that. So what am I?"
"A f-friend, sir,"
You muffle a scream as Bucky lands a blow with his metal hand. He smooths the cool metal over your flaming ass, humming at your response.
"A friend? Really? You let a friend rail you into the mattress every night? You suck a friend's cock and drink his cum as a little nightcap before bed?" Bucky asks, spanking you between every question with increasing force.
You squeeze your thighs together harder. You shouldn't find this attractive. You really shouldn't. Your ass is on fire and the armchair is rigging into you. But the combination of the pain and Bucky's filthy words has you absolutely dripping.
"If it's you!" You grit between your teeth.
Bucky shoves your left leg right from under him so it hangs off the chair and leaves your legs parted. You whine as he runs as finger through your dripping folds.
"Your slutty pussy get this wet for all your friends?"
You don't respond. Bucky spanks you with his metal hand as he slides two flesh fingers inside you. You let out a strangled cry at the mix of pain and pleasure.
"You let all your fingers slip their fingers into your tight little cunt anytime they want?"
Bucky feels how you clamp and pulse around him as he decreases the time between blows.
"No sir!" You're crying and whining now, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure as he fucks his fingers into you.
He starts paying special attention to your sit spots with his blows, ensuring you won't be able to sit right for days.
"No? Cause I think I should call some of the others over here. If we're just friends, I guess you wouldn't mind any of you friends doing this,"
"No!"
"No?" Bucky asks innocently, "You don't wanna be bent over Steve's lap, let him see how his ass jiggles with every hit?"
Smack!
"Let Tony eat you out until you squirt in his face?"
Smack!
"Let Thor learn how your little cunt pulses and squeezes when you're about to cum?"
Smack!
"No sir! No, just you!" You whine, voice two octaves higher than normal.
Smack!
"Just me? You don't let Natasha finger you until you cry after training?"
"No!" You squeal, face scrunching at a particularly hard blow.
Smack!
"No sir," Bucky corrects
"No sir," you repeat.
"So what am I?"
"My boyfriend!" You cry.
Smack!
"What else?"
"My Daddy?" You don't use that nickname as much as sir, but you're wracking your foggy brain for what he could be looking for.
Smack!
"What else?"
You just whine, trying to think.
Smack!
"Am I your future husband?" Bucky asks.
You flinch as he rubs circles on your abused skin. He curls his fingers inside you, and pleasure sparks through you.
"Yes sir!" You pant.
"Say it,"
Smack!
"My future husband!" You yip.
"What else?"
"Daddy, I don't know!" You cry, trying to reach back to grab his hand.
Smack!
"You're suck a dumb slut. Can feel you getting wet over getting your ass spanked raw. What do I own, baby?"
"Me!"
Smack!
"What part of you?"
"Every part!"
Smack!
"I own that bratty mouth?"
Smack!
"Yes sir!"
Tears drip down your face and fall to the floor. Your knuckles have turned white from gripping the chair.
"I own that neck, can wrap my hand around it anytime I want?"
"Yes sir!"
Smack!
"I own those pretty breasts? Do I get to suck and pinch them anytime I want? See them bouncing in my face as you ride my cock for the rest of our lives?"
"Yes sir, please!"
"I own that soft tummy? Get to fill it with my cum every night? Put some babies in there one day?"
"Y-yes sir!" Your voice hits as Bucky slaps your thighs.
"I own these thick thighs? I get to have them wrapped around my head anytime I want?"
"Yes!"
"How about this ass? Do I own this ass? Get to bruise it up and make it all red and pretty when you're a brat? Do I get to see how this ass jiggles when I fuck you from behind?"
You cries turn high pitched and desperate as he moves back to spanking your raw ass
"Yes, Daddy! All yours!"
Bucky moves back to rubbing circles on your ass, refocusing his attention to his fingers inside you. You ass burns as you squirm from the way he curls his fingers with every thrust.
"And this pussy? Do I get to use my cock and fingers and tongue to wreck it? Am I the only one that makes it cry and leak everywhere?" Bucky asks.
"Yes, sir, only you!
"Say it. Say I own it,"
"You own my pussy!" You cry.
"Am I about to make this slutty pussy cum?'
"Yes sir!"
"Do it," Bucky orders.
You whole body shakes as your orgasm ripples through it. Lighting sparks up through your clit and stomach even though he only has two fingers in your pussy. Your toes curl and you go limp in his lap as he works you through the aftershocks.
"Goooood girl, such pretty sounds for me,"
Bucky picks you up around your waist, halling you over to the bed. You wince as your ass pressed against the rough material of his jeans.
Bucky lays you down in the bed, face down, ass up. You pant in anticipation, pussy clenching around nothing. You arch your back, desperate for his touch.
"So pretty with my hand marks on your ass," Bucky groans, shucking off his clothes.
You moan and buck against him as his hard length presses against your entrance.
"Please Bucky, please fuck me. Need you so bad!"
"Beg for it," Bucky orders, bumping your swollen clit with the tip of his cock.
You jolt forward as Bucky grips the hot skin of your ass.
"Bucky! Oww!" You whine, gripping the sheets.
Your complaints are silenced as Bucky slides home with one long thrust.
"Fuck, you take all your friend's cocks this good?" Bucky hisses through his teeth, snapping his hips into your relentlessly.
His pelvis and thighs slam against the tender skin of your ass, but it only adds to the overwhelming sensations. He angles his hips, finding that sweet spot inside you immediately.
"No! Only you!" You moan, squirming under him.
"That's right. I own this creamy cunt," Bucky punctuates his claim with a slap on your ass.
The messy sounds of your dripping pussy fill the room, and you try to muffle your moans in the sheet.
"Don't you dare," Bucky hisses, yanking your head up by your hair.
"Bucky, please!" You pant.
"You close already? I got this pretty pussy trained to cum fast for me," Bucky slips his metal hand under you, finding your pulsing clit.
You scream as his index finger starts vibrating.
"Fuck fuck, Bucky!" You cry as your orgasm crashes into you.
Bucky doesn't let his pace, changing his own release.
"There you go, doll, milk my cock dry,"
Bucky moves both us hands to your hips so he can fuck you back into him as he fills you with hot spurts of cum. You hum in satisfaction as he flips you over to look up at him.
Bucky pulls out, just to run a finger through the dripping mixture of your releases. He brings his fingers up to your mouth, and you happily suck them clean.
"Never call me just a friend again, dollface. Not when you have my cum dripping out of you every night,"
Autistic reader who’s a part of the avengers and always wears sunglasses to fights and everyone just assumes it so they look bad ass (which is a plus) but it’s really just because of how bright it is outside and they get overwhelmed easily
They also are always blasting music and when people try to reach them through the coms nobody can reach them and everyone thinks they do it to annoy everyone, but they just can’t think clearly without it in high stress scenarios
Occurs at the beginning of season 3, when the group has been seperated after the Season 2 finale.
You used to think Daryl hated you. Back at the farm, you felt like he was babying you when he refused to let you go hunting, or out in the fields. The two of you argued like cats and dogs when he'd force you to stay back from supply runs and searches.
But being isolated with Daryl made you realize he wasn't babying you, he was trying to protect you.
Daryl tried to hide his soft side around the whole group, but his gruff shell started to soften with just the two of you.
Daryl learned your triggers quickly. He never said anything about it or asked, but you noticed how he started taking more breaks than he ever would himself. The way he gave you the best cuts of meat, and more rations of water.
On long days of trenching, Daryl gave you many "very serious piggy back rides" to keep you from wearing yourself out. At first, you felt embarrassed at the press of your body against his, his large hands gripping your legs. But you settled in fast, and it became when you felt the safest. His lightning fast reflexes were vital during your cataplexy attacks; he never let you hit the ground.
Daryl insisted you learned how to shoot a gun so when you were weak from fatigue and recovering from an attack, you could still protect yourself from walkers.
Even though he took on all of the walker fighting. As soon he spotted a walker, he had you behind him, acting as your human shield.
Being scared of or startled by walkers triggered your cataplexy episodes sometimes. Those were the worse, when you were limp on the ground, unable to move while Daryl fought to protect you.
But Daryl never made you feel guilty about your condition. In fact, he was more accepting ofit than you were, forcing you to take breaks and pace yourself even on hard days.
On your harder ways when you couldn't get out of bed (or the ground), Daryl never pushed you. He'd just stand guard, keeping you safe. During slow moments, you'd catch him carefully cleaning your weapons or watching you sleep. He even forced himself to talk more, telling you stories of his adventures.
His behavior was shocking by eye opening for you. You started seeing his past actions from a new perspective. You remember how he always stuck up for you when a member of the group said something about you slowing them down. You thought it was a brotherly kind of protectiveness, but you start to doubt that after a while.
Daryl is a man of few words, but he always shows that he cares.
A/N: y'all lmk if you want a full fic with this pairing, or more Daryl in general.
Request: Yes. "so...idk if u take requests but if you were looking for any ideas I have one? id love to write it myself but I'm terrible at any form of romance and smut so
gip nat x reader 😛 Its basically the showing off my heels trend from tiktok and this one is ofc by reader w the captain showing off my heels as the mafia bosses s/o so showing off the various heels on the camera for tt then anyways Natasha walks in w her like lil black suit on and says whatever possessive stiff about who reader belongs to and then maybe smut lol"
TW: mob boss Natasha... smut. Riping of a dress. Possessiveness. I dunno, degrading in a way(??). Heels stay ON.
Natasha in a suit is a warning itself.
GP¡Mob¡bossNat x reader
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You are bored out of your mind as you mindlessly scrolled through Tiktok reels on your phone as you sat on the couch in the sunroom. Your wife Natasha is a mob boss, the most dangerous in the city (and in bed).
Natasha had been in her office, stuck in meetings the whole day as she barely paid you any attention.
You sighed as you scrolled through another meaningless video. Till your thumb hovered over the screen for a second, your eyebrows furrow in interest as you sat up a bit straighter. A Tiktok trend of showing your heels off for the camera, this peaked your interest as you thought of doing this yourself.
Maybe you'd get her attention this way.
It's dangerous, you knew it. You'd get punished for it but it's her fault for being in meetings all day. Besides, it's a harmless Tiktok trend. What could possibly go wrong?
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In your bedroom, you stood in front of the mirror with the first pair of heels on, a black pair of ankle strap d'ossay.
The heel itself is thin, a thin black strap wraps around your ankle perfectly as your foot sat comfortably in the shoe.
You set your phone up properly against the shelf on the floor, the camera entirely centered on your feet in the heels.
You click the record button and the music starts playing along as you show off the shoes, even posing a strut to emphasise the heel.
You pause the video, and look back at the footage. Perfect. A smile falls on your face as you become excited to try on the next pair. A pair t-bar heels.
The heels sat beautifully, a thin black strap around your ankle and a strap in the middle of your foot to form a 'T'.
You set your phone up the same as last, and hit the record button. Your confidence is high as you strut in the heels even doing a turn to show the back of the heels, getting the length of your calves in the frame. The video is paused as you prepare to watch the footage back, your calves look great in the lighting, the heels compliment your feet perfectly as it fits snuggly.
The last pair of heels were the cliché black stiletto heels, a thin heel and platform with a smooth red bottom.
You look powerful.
The camera is set up, the music is playing as you pose your heeled feet for the camera, toeing at the ground as you show off the red bottom, your calves flex as you move to walk in the heels in a cat walk to the camera.
Natasha would be seething if she saw you doing this. Jealous. You are hers after all, and yet here you are, posing for the camera because your mob wife chose a meeting about weapons over spending time with her wife. If she were here, maybe you would not have gotten bored and done this. So, in your logic, it's Natasha's fault.
What you didn't hear over the loud music, was the sound of the bedroom door opening as you posed your heels for the camera again.
The Russian leaned against the doorway frame, her arms crossed over her chest as her fitted black suit shirt tightened over her biceps. Her green eyes trailed over you as her jaw ticked, her eyes saw the way you legs look stunning, the heels giving you an aura of confidence that had Natasha crazy.
"What are you doing?"
"Natasha!-" You gasp as you clutch at your chest, the redhead having scared you for a second there, "when- when did you get here?"
You immediately bent down to pick up your phone. The video is ready to caption and post.
"I came to see what my wife was doing," her voice is low as she watched you glance at your phone. "I thought you were too busy with your meeting to check on me," you sarcastically reply as you type in a caption on the video.
"C'mon, baby, don't do that," Natasha stood from the door frame as she made her way over to you, "it was important. It's over and I'm here now."
You shrug the redhead off as your thumbs move over the digital keyboard as you caption the video. "You're not posting that," Natasha's voice is stern as she looked at the video on your phone. "Yes," you look up at her green eyes as you defy her, "I am."
Natasha moved to take the phone from your hand, her eyes scan the screen before shutting the device off. "Natasha," you reach for your phone, "give me my phone."
"No 'please'?" Natasha mocked, "you are not posting your heels online with you modeling and showing off yourself for strangers."
"I'm not showing off myself, I'm showing my heels," You reach for your phone again. Natasha pins you to the drawer, "You're not posting that video." You huff annoyed, she left you alone for hours and the little entertainment you have she tries to take away, "Why not?"
"Because you are mine, detka," Natasha kissed your collarbone, "I bought you those fuckin' heels. Only I can see them."
"I was just showing them off for the camera. It's a Tiktok trend," your voice is shaky as you defend yourself. "Tiktok trend or not, no one gets to see them," the Russian's voice is cold as her statement is final.
"It's just a trend, Natasha," you argue back. Your wife hummed against the skin of your neck, "You're not partaking in that trend." You feel her soft lips against your throat as she kissed up your neck. Her teeth grazed under your jaw as she nipped your jawline before kissing over the spot.
"Only I get to see these pretty heels on you, yes?" A rhetorical question she already knows the answer to. Your eyes track over her face, you swallow as you nod, "Yes..."
"You want to show them off?" Natasha lift her head from your neck, her face inches from yours as you felt her breath on your lips, "why don't you show them off for me, baby?" Her raspy voice brought a shiver down your spine as your brain froze for a second, "What?"
"You heard me," Natasha took a step back, "model for me, darling." You scoffed as you crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling raw under her intense gaze of her green eyes, "I'm not doing that."
"No?" Natasha's head tilts mockingly, she huffs out a laugh as her hands went to loosen her tie from around her neck, "but you were so ready to do it for the camera? For random people online and show them what's mine."
"I'm yours?" You feel a sense of confidence bite back as you question her. "You know you're fucking mine," you could have sworn you saw her eyes darken as she unbuttoned her dress shirt.
"Maybe I should remind you," a statement rather than a question, "yes?" Natasha shrugged her top layers off then her hands made work of her belt.
Natasha grasped your hips as she spun you around to the bed, she took a step forward. You took one back. Natasha stepped forward again and you took another back, the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.
Natasha kissed you gently, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss as your hands rested on her shoulders, your fingers tugging at her bra straps.
Natasha lays you on the bed, her predatory self crawled between your thighs. Her warm lips planting kisses against your calves to your inner thighs. "Natasha," you release a shaky breath as your fingers thread through her red hair.
"Hmm, baby?" She hummed against your skin, the vibrations traveled throughout your body as if lighting your nerves on fire, making everything seem more intense.
Natasha's warm palms rest against your thighs as she squeezed the muscle, her lips kissed your thigh before she crawled higher up your body. Her weight is heavy over you as she pinned you to the bed, her hips pressed against yours firmly. Her bulge is heavy against your sex as she kissed your collarbone up to your neck.
Her fingers moved to squeezed your waist, her thumbs rubbing circles over the material covering your body.
"Let's get this dress off, shall we?" You barely had time to reply as she ripped open the black dress. "Natasha!" You gasp, "that was my favourite dress." Natasha removed the torn material from your body as she spoke, "I can buy you a hundred more."
Natasha kissed the valley between your breasts, her rough hands immediately moved to knead your breasts as her lips trailed over your bare skin. Her hand moved to your back, snapping the bra open expertly before removing the garment from your body and throwing it over to where her top laid.
Natasha's lips attacked your chest with kisses, her warmth mouth covering your nipple as she sucked at it, her warm tongue licking at the stiff peak as her other hand squeezed at your other boob. You whimper your wife's name as your fingers thread through her hair, tugging gently as if pulling her closer to your chest, searching for more.
Natasha hummed in satisfaction as she felt your tugging at her hair, the feeling bringing a pleasure to her as she continued to trail her lips to the other nipple, sucking it as her tongue would soothe it over.
Natasha sat on her hind legs as she made a move to unbuckle her belt. The black pants suit is pushed down her thighs alomg with her boxers before she kicks them off her feet and off the bed into the mini clothing pile of your and Natasha's clothes forming on the floor. She stood proud with a neatly trimmed patch of red hair, her girthy length on show as her cock begged for attention. Your breath caught in your throat as your hand palmed at her thigh then her abdomen.
"Natasha, my heels," You warn as you have not taken them off yet. "Leave them on, baby." Natasha grasped your thighs with a possessive squeeze as she shuffled forward on her knees, her pulsing cock making contact with your slick sex. Your body shivered as a jolt of pleasure ran through you after the touch.
Your wife leaned over you, her hand rest beside your head as her other hand formed a fist on her own length. Her hand guides her cock into you, slowly, as her thick tip pushed inside of you, deliciously stretching you out.
"Tasha," you moan her name as you feel her stretching you out slowly. The delicious pull of you pulling Natasha in further, deeper inside of you. "Fuck," Natasha pants as her forehead moved to rest against yours, "look at how well you're taking me, detka. Practically sucking me in." Natasha lightly mocked before firmly settling her hips against yours, her thick cock filling you up to the brim.
Your fingers clawed at her shoulders as pleasure overtook your body. "That desperate, baby?" Your wife's voice is in a low mocking tone as her hips moved in slow circular movements against yours. "Natasha, please," you could not help but beg, "I missed you, please. I need you." You helplessly beg the Russian above you.
Natasha stopped her movements only to pull back by a few inches and push back in again, the slapping of skin echoed throughout the room as you cried out your wife's name.
"Tasha, I need you so much. Please," you did not know what you were begging for, only that you needed to feelbher moving deep inside of you again, completely filling you up. "You do?" Her words were taunting as her warm lips moved against the middle of your chest, her teeth coming out to play as she nipped on your sensitive skin, her hips moved to drive her cock in and out of you.
The tip of her beautifully girthy member hits a sweet spot deep inside of you; your body shook as your eyes rolled back, your fingers moved to clutch the back of Natasha's neck as if pulling her closer. "Oh, baby, please," you moanly loudly, urging your wife on to move further.
Natasha happily complied as she pushed herself up, she sat on her hind legs as she moved one of your legs to rest on her hip and the other is moved to her shoulder. Natasha's hips were relentless as the new position offered for more depth, her cock felt deeper inside of you, hitting spots you never knew even existed.
As the Russian's hips moved, her lips moved as well, her face turned to kiss at the calf that rested on her shoulder, her eyes looked down at you as she made a show of leaving her marks on your leg. Her intense green eyes could make you come on its own as she stared down at you, her abdomen muscles flex with every thrust she made as a faint covering of sweat covered her beautifully scarred and tattooed skin.
You loudly moaned Natasha's name again as she bit at your calf and dove deep into you, the Russian groaned against your skin as your heel dug into her lower back from the leg wrapped around your waist.
"These heels look gorgeous on you, detka," Her Russian accent shone threw as her hands held steady over your legs, her harsh thrusts that forced your body to shake and your chest jiggle with every thrust, your wife's green eyes immediately on your chest before landing on your pleasure filled face.
"You like that, baby?" She knew you fucking love it, the sweet moans you release for her tell her that much, and the way she can feel you tightening around her as you prepared to come.
"Yes, yes- I love it, please," your head thrashed back against the pillow, your hands managed to rub down her abs, "Natasha." You release a tiny sob as feel her cock thrust into with intense passion, a heated pit in your lower abdomen heated up as a spring if pelasure coiled, ready to release in passion. "You want to come, moya lyubov?"
"Please," your voice is raspy filled with pleasure as you could only focus on the feeling of being stuffed full to the brim. Suddenly, the Russian's hips stopped moving and went to a slow, agonising pace, she removed your leg from her shoulder as her sweaty frame moved down to rest against your buzzing body.
"Are you going to post that video, dorogaya?" Her gaze felt heavy as her hips began to move again, this time at a medium soft pace. "Tasha, please," you beg, your hands clutching at her neck as if grounding yourself from the building pleasure, "I want to come." Her thrust is harsh as she leaned closer to your face, her nose grazed yours, "You'll come when you answer me."
"Please, I just wanna come, Tasha," your fingers dug in her hair, "don't do this now-" you are cut off by another harsh thrust. "You gonna post the fucking video, moya dorogaya?" Her chest is heavy as she pants, holding herself back as she began to move again, her mouth made moves against the nape of your neck, "hmm? Well are you going to?"
"No!-" your body shook as you felt your orgasm arriving, "no, no. I won't, Natasha. Just, please-" you loudly beg as moans escape your lips. "You're mine, baby," her lips assault your skin as she sucked lightly at the sensitive skin of your neck, "all mine. Nobody gets to see you like that. Ever." Another hard, deep thrust hitting a blinding spot of pleasure once again. "I promise," you pant heavily, chasing your orgasm, "I won't post it." "Why is that, dorogaya?" Her voice is raspy as she hummed. "Because I'm yours! Let me come, please!" You beg, your legs tightened around her waist as the heels dug into her lower back, only forcing her to move deeper and closer into you.
"Come for me, baby," the Russian woman moaned your name as she felt you clench around her, drenching her in your sweet release as you came undone on her cock. Your body is shaking as you come down from the explosion of pleasure. "Thank you," you pant, her legs twitch, "thank you, Natasha." You thank your wife repeatedly for the Earth shattering orgasm.
"I love you," you murmur in the Russian's sweaty neck, "I missed you." You felt her body vibrate against yours as she hummed, "I know you did, sweetheart. I missed you too," her lips found yours in a sweet kiss, "the meeting was boring. I would have rather been here instead, have you showing off those heels for me instead."
Your face flushed as she admits how she missed you too, "They're just heels, Tash." Her hands squeezed at your waist, "Heels I bought you," Natasha faces you properly, as she moved to rest on her forearms, "maybe I should fuck you in the other pairs too, just to get it through your pretty head that you're mine."
You let out a soft laugh with a huff, "You're such a possessive goofball." You shrug the Russian off. "I'm the boss of the mob, malyshka. That's far from being goofball." Your fingers massaged at the hairs at the back of her neck, "Whatever you say, Nat." Natasha's eyebrow lifts in question to your audacity, "Maybe I should fuck you again and see if I'm still a 'goofball' after that," Natasha's teeth grazed your jaw as she nipped the skin gently, "hmm? What do you say to that, detka?" Your flustered face heats up further from her lewd words.
Summary: Bucky helps you do something you've been wanting to try with Steve
Warnings: smut, off the page edging, fingering, brief oral (fem receiving), cowgirl, multiple orgasms, slight sir kink, moment of disability related pain during sex
Note: reader has EDS and uses a wheelchair, but you don't have to have either of those things to enjoy this.
"Bucky, do you have a minute?"
Bucky looks up from is work, seeing you at the door to his office.
"Of course, babygirl. Come here," Bucky responds, leaning back in his chair.
You wheel across the room to Bucky's side. He grabs the frame of your chair, pulling closer. He's so gentle as he pulls your legs up into his leg and starts massaging your calves.
"What's up, sweetness?"
"Well, I w-wanted to ask you about something- or to help me with something I guess. And you can totally say no, I just-"
"Breathe," Bucky chuckles.
"Sorry," You mumble, flushing crimson.
"Just say it, baby. There's nothing to be embarrassed about,"
You take a deep breathe, bracing yourself.
"Well, I've been wanting to try something. In the bed room. And I was wondering if you could help me...be able to do it," You stammer.
Bucky's eyes flicker with interest, and his hands move up your legs, brushing your thighs.
"Do tell,"
"It's a new position,"
"Out with it, princess. You're killing me here,"
"I wanna be on top,"
Bucky stop, tilting his head to the side.
"That's it?"
You blush harder.
"You're right, it's silly-"
"No, no, baby, it's not still, I was just expecting something super kinky or scandalous with how you were talking about it,"
"Well, the...well, mechanics of you, just...I was hoping you could help me ride Steve," you say, squeezing our eyes shut in embarrassment.
"Oh, sweet girl,"
Bucky grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"Of course, baby. You want me to help you bounce of Stevie's cock? I got you, babygirl,"
Your eyes go wide and jaw slack at his dirty words.
"I-I didn't know if it'd be weird to ask you, cause of course I wanna...do you too, I just thought you might be-"
Bucky interrupts you with his lips. You can feel him smirking into the kiss.
"Shhhh, stop stressing luv," he mumbles against your lips.
Your brain starts to go hazy, and you have to focus.
"Sorry. I just w-wanna figure this out before Steve gets home," you pant.
"Of course. What can I do to help you, luv? Obviously I can be behind you and hold those pretty hips, lift you up and down on his cock,"
Bucky says the words so casually, like he isn't talking about fucking you on his best friend's cock. Bucky and Steve are also dating, but it's still weird to hear.
"I'm just a little scared of It hurting my legs, so I don't know how long I can...stay like that. And if I start feeling sick, or pass out-"
"I've got you, babe. You might be a cowgirl tonight, but this isn't my first rodeo. We're pros at handling this stuff, you don't have to worry about it,"
"I just..." you bite you lip, looking down, 'I want it to be good,"
Bucky pulls you fully into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.
"I will be, baby. And if it doesn't work out, or it's too painful, we can just change position. It is an honor to be intimate with you, any position, any way, and day. We love you, angel,"
"I love you too," you smile into his chest.
"And, you don't have to worry about it lasting too long, cause Steve is gonna bust a nut the second he sees you bouncing on his cock," Bucky chuckles.
You giggle, shoving Bucky playfully.
Steve arrives home to a quiet house and a note to go to the bedroom. He doesn't think anything of it. It abnormal for the three of you to spend the evenings cuddled in bed on your higher pain days.
"Hello, my darlings," Steve calls.
"Hurry up, old man!" Bucky responds.
Steve rolls his eyes and pushes the bedroom door open. The two of you are cuddled up on the bed, you laying between Bucky's legs with the blankets pulled up to your chin.
"I missed you," Steve smiles, not clarifying which one of you, because it's both.
Steve climbs on the bed, pecking both you your lips before flops down next to you.
"I missed you too," you respond, voice breathily.
"What have you two done tonight?" Steve asks.
Bucky looks down at you expectantly.
"Yeah, baby, what have we been doing?"
Steve looks at you closer, noting your flushed cheeks and the way your keep squirming. Then he catches Bucky's arm moving under the sheet.
Steve throws back the blankets.
"Fucking hell,"
You're wearing a little blue, lacy babydoll, the sheer fabric doing nothing to hide your peaked nipples, Your legs are parted, exposing your drenching pussy. Your drenched pussy that Bucky Is currently three fingers deep in, thrusting leisurely.
"She's been such a good girl, Steve, waiting for you to cum,"
"Oh really? My poor baby," Steve croons, moving between you legs to get a better view.
"I've been stretching her out for your cock," Bucky smirks, thrusting into you faster, "Per her request of course,"
"You look like a fucking treat, baby," Steve moans, brushing your flushed cheek.
"Please," you whine, shifting your hips.
"Has Sir been mean? Stretching out that pretty cunt and not letting you cum?"
"Uh huh," you nod, bucking your hips.
"Brat," Bucky scolds, pinching your clit.
You cry out, gripping Bucky's wrist.
"Let me make you feel good too, angel,"
Steve drops his head between you legs, finding your clit with his mouth immediately. You cry out, the combination of his sucking on your clit and the stretch of Bucky's thick fingers overwhelming you.
"I'-I'm- fuck Steve please let me cum!" You cry out, lacing your fingers in Steve's hair.
Steve hums, flicking his tongue against your swollen clit. He pats your thigh and points at Bucky, signalling you need to ask him.
"Please, sir, can I please cum? I've been a good girl!" You beg.
"Go ahead," Bucky nods, massaging his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot.
You cum with a cry, white spots erupting in your vision. The world spins as aftershocks ripple through you, and you have to rest your head back on Bucky's chest.
Bucky slides his fingers out out of your pulsing heat, bringing them up to his lips to suck clean. Steve takes advantage of the vacant real estate, lapping against your dripping hole.
"Fuck, Steve," you whine, tugging his head up.
Steve's lips are smeared with his juices. He moves up your body to kiss you, but Bucky grabs his chin to stop him. You squeeze your thighs together as Bucky pulls his mouth to him, licking your juices off his face.
"Can't let any go to waste," Bucky chuckles.
Steve rolls his eyes, moving to kiss you again. You grip the collar of his shirt as he explores your mouth. You whine is disappointment as Bucky pulls him off you.
"Strip, and lay down on the bed," Bucky orders.
"Yes sir," Steve chuckles mockingly, climbing off the bed.
Bucky reaches out and slaps his ass, the sound echoing through the room.
"I wasn't planning on fucking that tight ass of yours raw tonight, but that can be arranged,"
"Don't threaten me with a good time," Steve smirks, tossing his tie and shirt to the ground.
You squirm in Bucky's arm as Steve takes off his slacks and boxers. His cock is already hard, popping up against his abdomen and leaking pre cum.
"Like what you see, princess?" Steve asks, climbing back on the bed.
You nod, not taking your eyes off his cock.
"Focus, babygirl," Bucky says, using his grip under you arms to hall you up to straddle Steve's bare thighs.
Bucky moves behind you, pressing against your back. He braces one arm around your waist, the other rubbing your left knee, which is most likely to cause you pain.
You're wearing both compression socks and compression sleeves on your knees, but dull pain still throbs through you legs. But the throbbing between your legs overpowers that in your legs.
"What are you two up too?" Steve asks, propping up on his elbows.
Bucky nudges you, making it clear that you'll have to do the talking.
"I wanna ride your cock," you say, with more I confidence then earlier.
Bucky had spent the evening stretching you out with his fingers and forcing you to talk about how bad you wanna to take Steve like this, so the words roll off your tongue easily.
"Fuck, baby," Steve groans, his cock twitching.
"Is-would that be okay?" You ask nervously.
"Hell yeah," Steve smiles, leaning back like a man in paradise, "As long as this isn't gonna hurt you,"
"Umm, Bucks gonna help with that,"
"Yeah, let me worry about that, princess, you just worry about taking Stevie's cock," Bucky purrs in your ear.
Bucky's metal arm is cool against your skin as he using his grip around your waist to lift you over Steve's cock. He scoots forward so he's straddling Steve's thighs, getting a better position.
You grip his arm, fingers going white against the metal. His arm presses your soft breasts up, and Steve licks his lips at the sight.
"You ready, baby?" Bucky asks, using his other hand to line Steve's cock up with your entereance.
Steve moans at the contact, fighting the urge to buck up into your pussy and Bucky's hand.
"Please, need it," you beg.
"You ready?" Bucky smirks at Steve, allowing your dropping pussy to brush his tip.
"Fuck you," Steve hisses behind his teeth.
"That's the plan," Bucky chuckles, lower you down.
You cry out as the first inch slides in. His cock in hot and thick, stretching your sensitive cunt. Bucky continues lowering your slowly until you're halfway down.
"Wait, just gimme a sec," you pant, the stretfh burning through you, "God, you're so big like this"
"You're doing so perfect, darling," Steve praises, rubbing your thighs. They're already shaking despite Bucky holding the majority of your weight, "Taking my cock like a fucking champ,"
"Color?" Bucky asks.
"Green,"
"Do we need to change positions?"
"No, please, I can take more," you whine, grinding down into Steve's cock.
Steve's cock twitches inside you at the movement, and his hand momentarily tighten on your thighs.
"Okay princess, just let me know," Bucky soothes, lowering you down another inch.
You moan as Steve's cock fills you deeper than you thought possible in this position. By the time your pelvis is full with him, you're sweating and panting.
"Fuck, Stevie, you're so big," you whine, leaning back further into Buckys comforting presence.
"Shhh, baby, his ego can't take anymore praise," Bucky chuckles, snaking his free hand around to circle your clit.
The stimulation eases the sting, leaving only overwhelming fullness and pleasure. You moan rocking your hips forward and gasping and the pleasure that zaps through you at the movement.
"You're killing me, darlin'" Steve groans, struggling to hold himself back at the gorgeous picture you paint and the throbbing of your tight pussy.
"How's this feel, baby?" Bucky asks.
"Good," you moan, "so good,"
"How are your legs?" Steve asks.
"Starting to go numb, you better fuck me fast," you joke breathily.
Numb isn't quite the right words for the pins and needles shooting through your legs but you're not gonna say that. Not when you're already so close to your climax just from how deep Steve's cock is inside you.
"Hold on tight then, princess,"
Bucky slips his hands under your babydoll, gripping your bare hips. He slowly raises you halfway off Steve's cock before allowing you to fall back down. You keen forward as the movement rubs against every sensitive spot inside you
Steve hands shoot out to catch you. He moves his hands to right above Bucky's. Bucky slowly fucks you on a Steve's length, pleasure shooting through your stomach and clit with every thrust.
"More. Faster, please," you mewl.
"Mmm, you need to be fucked faster on his fat cock? Greedy girl," Bucky growls in your ear, lifting your hips and slamming you back down faster.
"Fuck, just like that! Love your cock, Steve," You squeal, gripping Steve's forearms to ground yourself.
Bucky's cock is hard against your ass as he pants in your ear. You know there'll be bruises on your hips and knees by morning, but you don't care.
You let out a pained keening noise as pain stabs through your left knee. Bucky stops immediately.
"Nooo, keep going," you whine.
"What's wrong, what hurts?"
"Steve, just hold my left knee,"
Steve's hand shoot out, bracing your patella with firm pressure. You push up weakly, trying to ride his cock.
"Buckyyy pleaseee, need it so bad," you cry, bucking in his grip.
Bucky starts back at a slower pace, kissing up and down you neck. You grab his forearm, marveling at how the muscles contract under your hands.
Steve watches the two of you in awe, fighting to keep his eyes open from how tight you clamp around his cock. Your breasts bounce deliciously, your whole body beading with sweat.
"Doesn't she look pretty like this, Steve? Tapped between us, bouncing on your cock like a fucking champ," Bucky coos, grinding his cock against your ass.
You buck back into Bucky, whining as it changes the angle of Steve's cock inside you.
"So. Love having her tits in my face as she rides me like a good girl,"
"I'm close," you pant, world growing foggier the closer your orgasm looms.
"Come on, babygirl, come on my cock like a good girl. Need to feel your pretty cunt milking me,"
You throw you head back on Bucky's shoulder as Steve starts circling your clit. Bucky speeds up again, dangling you over the edge.
"Fuck, please!" You cry, not sure what you're begging for.
"Cum," Bucky growls in your ear.
Your high pitched moans and pants full the room as your climax rips you apart. Pleasure sparks through your whole body, and your back arches, only pressing Steve deeper.
"Stevie, inside. Come inside me. Need it," you babble through the aftershocks.
Steve struggles to buck up into you, unable to fully with Bucky's weight pinning his thighs to the bed.
"You take control," Bucky orders, moving Steve's hands where his were and climbing off his thighs.
You whine at the loss of Bucky behind you. But he presses against your side, finally ripping your babydoll off.
Steve plants his feet into the matewss, bringing you down in his cock with every buck of his hips. You keen forward at the overwhelming sensations. Bucky starts tweaking you exposed nipples.
"Fuck I'm cumming," Steve groans.
The combination of Steve's hot cum filling you and Bucky's you're of your nipples sends you into another orgasm. Bucky holds up your limp body.
"such a good little cum slut," Bucky croons, gently pulling you off Steve's length.
Cum drips down your thighs as Bucky lays you down in the bed. You snuggle into Bucky's arms, reaching for Steve but finding the bed empty.
"He'll be right back, luvie," Bucky promises, "He's just getting something to clean up your sloppy little pussy,"
You hum at his filthy words, eyelids dropping. You don't realize Steve is back until something cool is wiping between your legs. You clamp your thighs shut around his hand.
"Easy, tiger, I'm just cleaning you up," Steve chuckles, nudging your thighs back open.
After he finished, Steve joins your tangle of limbs in the bed. Just as you're getting comfortable, Bucky slides out.
"Nooo, where are you going now?"
That's when you notice a wet spot at the front of Bucky's shorts.
"Did you-"
"Cum in my pants? Yes, angel. What did you think would happen when you were grinding that pretty ass back against me?"
You blush, sinking back in the sheets with an odd feeling of pride.
"So, how was that, baby?" Steve asks
"Really, really good,"
"Rating?" He asks jokingly.
"10/10, would ride again," you laugh.
Steve holds a cup of water to your lips, forcing you to drink and take your meds. When Bucky returns from the bathroom, he's also gotten ice packs for your legs to try and reduce your pain in the morning. They spend the evening cuddling and taking care of you.
A/N: not my best work, but hope you still enjoyed it. Happy pride!!
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
Hiii! I had a request for Alpha! Wanda? She's my favorite. Feel free to not write but I love how you write smut and thought I'd ask. You're an amazing writer :)
Omega reader who is feeling insecure about her body and Alpha! Wanda reminding her how beautiful she is in her eyes? Omega reader has been a brat for weeks and Alpha! Wanda is a little mean to punish her but then is soft and comforting after. I'm on my cycle and I crave Alpha! Brat Taming, Soft Mommy Wanda so much 😳🥵
Warning: omegaverse, insecure but bratty reader, mommy kink, spanking, insecurity, weight gain, pack dynamic issues, crying, praise kink, body worship, mentions of biting, mirror sex, a sprinkle of degrading, unprotected p in v sex, knitting, no on page aftercare, not proof read
A/N: sorry this took so long to answer! I tried to make it worth it, and maybe you're on your cycle again at this point 😜
Technically Part 2 of Malyshka, but can be read as a stand-alone
"Baby, are you almost ready?" Wanda calls from the hallways.
You sit curled up in your nest, burrowing deeper into the blankets. You hear Wanda's heels clicking down the hall, but don't move from your stop as she comes in.
"you're not up yet?"
"I'm not going," you huff, pulling the blanket over your head.
The sound of Wanda's heels move closer until you can smell her rich coffee and cinnamon scent. Your omega whines at the slightly burnt edge to it.
"What's going on, Malyshka? Are you not feeling well?" Wanda asks.
"I'm fine. Just... don't wanna go,"
"And why's that?"
You huff in frustration at Wanda expecting you to vocalize your feelings, rolling over so your back is to her. But what you really want to do is burry your face in her neck and go to sleep.
"Oh no, we're not doing this,"
"Hey!" You shriek indignantly as Wanda yanks the blanket off you. You cover your head with your arms as the mattress shifts next to you and Wanda warm body presses in behind you.
"Babygirl. Stop being a brat and talk to me," Wanda orders.
"Am not being a brat," you huff.
Wanda pinches your ass.
"Yes you very much are and I'd be punishing you for it right now if we didn't have somewhere to be,"
"Mommy, please don't make me go," you whisper, so quiet and sadly that I makes Wanda's heart break.
Wanda wraps her arms around you, squeezing you into her chest as she starts purring. She inhales your carmel and chocolate scent, but it's all wrong, burnt and acidic.
"Oh luvie, I'm not gonna make you go," Wanda soothes.
You melt back into her arms. Wanda rubs her nose against your healed bond mark, bumping your scent glands. You have your wife of the bond closed off, but Wanda can feinting feel...need? You need something, but she can't tell what.
"Just tell me what you need, omega. Let Mommy take care you you,"
You're silent for a long moment, trying to put what you need into words. You say something so quiet and mumbles that Wanda can't make it out. She pulls your hands away from your mouth.
"One more time, angel,"
"I need you to make me cry,"
Wanda's purr stutters before continuing as she processed your request. You had requested this before, often when you emotions were so built up and you were so overwhelmed, but couldn't allow that emotional dam to break.
You spent so much time alone, posing as a beta, that these habits are hard to break. Even now, you struggle to accept your omega tendencies and lean into your alpha how your body craves.
"Such a good omega, telling your alpha what you need," Wanda purrs, "what else?"
"I...just stay in the nest," you stutter.
"We can do that, luvie," Wanda says before gently pulling your limp body into a sitting position.
Wanda strokes her knuckles across your face.
"Are you sure this is what you need, angel? We can talk or cuddle instead,"
The purple of your magic flashes in your eyes and Wanda can tell you're about to brat off.
"This is stupid. I should have known you wouldn't give me what u need," you snap with no real bite or hurt in your tone.
Wanda growls, the snide remark hitting close to home, just as you intended. In a flash, your flipped over her lap, face pressed into the sheets.
"That was a very naughty thing to say," Wanda hisses, ripping down your sweatpants and exposing your ass to the cool air.
You turn you head to the side so you can breathe and try to push back up. Wanda grabs wrists pining them behind your back with one hand
"Nuh uh uh. If you can dish it out, you can take your punishment,"
Wanda moves her other hand back down to your ass. She rubs the plush skin almost gently before landing the first blow.
You cry out at the impact, pressing your legs into the matress.
"You know, you've been a naughty girl for weeks,"
Thwak! On your right ass cheek.
"Bratting off to me all the time now,"
Thwak! This time in your left cheek.
"Skipping practice, not coming down to dinner, refusing to answer my messages when I ask where you are," Wanda lists out, landing a blow in alternating cheeks with each item.
You squirm and fail under her, legs kicking out with every blow. She's going faster today, not giving longer pauses between each blow. Wanda shifts her grip down so she's holding your hands. Your wrap your fingers around hers, clinging to her like a life line.
"My naughty little omega," Wanda almost purrs, slowly increasing the speed and strength of the spanks, "You're lucking I'm not wearing a belt, cause I'd be spanking your pretty ass raw with it right now,"
Wanda listens carefully to your muffled shrieks and cries, watching your squirm under her for the exactly moment your stubborn instincts break.
You ass turns from pink to red as the spanking confused, and Wanda revolves in the delicious color and way your ass jiggles with every blow.
You had gained some weight since going off your meds. Wanda loved your body before you gained the weight, but now with your soft curves and plush hips...she can barely resist you.
She loves the way your tits bounce when she fucks you, how your hips give when she grips them, that sweet curve of your lower belly. She's absolutely obsessed with every inch of you.
"You know better then to keep secret from Mommy. You know better than to brat off to me,"
"I'm sorry, Mommy!" You squeals.
"Are you? Cause I have a feeling you're gonna keep doing this if we don't get this sorted out. I'm gonna spank you so hard that you can't sit right at family dinner tomorrow, but you will be there, sitting like a good little omega,"
"Am a good omega," you whine, and Wanda can tell you're close to that breaking point.
"I know you want to be, Malyshka,"
Wanda lands one last especially hard blow, and the dam breaks. You burst out into loud, full body tears.
Wanda stops immediately, pulling you up into her arms and holding you tight against her. She purrs loudly, and lets out soothing alpha pheromones.
"Good girl" Wanda purrs, "Goood omega, get it all out,"
You burry your face in crook of her head, taking in shaky lung fulls if her scent as you continue to cry.
Wanda just holds you as your sobs slow and you cling to her tighter. She waits until your tears have slowed to speak.
"What's going on, babygirl?" She asks gently.
"Nothing's the same anymore and no one likes me anymore," you cry.
Wanda almost bristles at this, it not being what she's expecting at all.
"What are you talking about, sweet girl?"
"Since everyone found out I'm an omega! No one wants to hang out with me anymore. I'm terrible to be around without scent blockers and suppressants. No one wants to go in missions or practice with me, and they all run out of the gym when I want to work out.
"And when they don't run away, all they do is baby me! It's like they think I can't do anything for myself anymore! And no one wants to talk or joke with me anymore. It's just not the same, and i- I wish they never found out"
Wanda strokes your hair and listens carefully as you let it all out.
"That's a lot of big feelings, babygirl. I'm so proud of you for talking about it,"
Wanda pulls your head up to look at you.
"Sweet omega, you are not terrible to be around. Everyone here loved you so so much. They just don't want to make you uncomfortable,"
"W-what do you mean?" You sniffle.
"I know you didn't grow up with a pack, so I understand why you've been confused. I should have noticed, and I'm sorry for that baby.
"The others don't hate being around you. The time after securing a mate bind is extremely sensitive in a pack. The others felt they needed to give you space to settle into your designation and with your mate before approaching too close with scents that will be even more sensitive to you now.
"On missions, they know that I need you close to function, so if course no one else would cut in to be your partner. And they know that as hard as it is, a newly mated alpha is extremely protective if her mate"
Wanda tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.
"if I had seen you sparing with one of them, especially another alpha... I don't know what I would have done,"
You remain silent, soaking in all the new information.
"As far as the babying, they are all my family. My pack. They have been for a long time. And now they're yours too. Any pack is protective of a new member, but especially an omega. Their instincts are riding their asses to help you in any way possible.
"But I'll talk to this about it. It's hard, but this is an adjustment period for everyone. Your comfort and safety is number 1, but so are your boundaries,"
"T-thank you," you burry your face back into her neck.
Wanda starts stroking up and down your spine.
"It is my job to take care of you, sweet omega. Now, what else? I can tell there's something else,"
You groan, fiddling with the back of Wanda's dress.
"I just...i hate what being off meds has done to my body," you admit.
"How so, Malyshka?"
"I know you see it too. Everyone can. I hate how my body looks now,"
"Baby, you are a fucking goddess. Every inch of you," Wanda moves her hands down to grip your plush hips, massaging the softness.
"You have to say that, you're my alpha," you grumble.
Wanda is silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to put her thoughts into words.
"Omega, your body is perfect. You were on those yucky meds so long, your body was depriving you from what your omega nature needs. Your hormones have been leveling out, and your body is becoming what it's supposed to be,"
"That doesn't make any sense," you huff.
Wanda sits you up again.
"I can sit and tell you how beautiful you are all night, or I can show you,"
You eyebrows crinkle in confusions.
"Let me show you how I see you, angel. Let me show you how much I want you," Wanda begs.
You nod, trusting Wanda to take care of you. Wanda shifts you down to the end of the nests. She situations you in your knees either your back to her chest, she legs bracketing you in.
You whine as Wanda presses into your sore ass.
"Is this okay, omega? Do you need some cream first?" Wanda asks, referring to a soothing cream she applies after impact play.
"No, I...I like it, Mommy,"
"Good girl," Wanda chuckles.
Wanda tips your chin up, forcing you to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in front of you. You scent turns bitter as you take in your self.
"Shhh, none of that baby," Wanda soothes, running her hands up and down your sides, "Just look and listen. Don't think,"
Wanda grips the edge of your baggy shirt, pulling it over your head. You're left in a comfortable lace bra that you wear around the house.
"Look at what a pretty picture you paint. How your cheeks are already flushed. How that pinkness spread down your neck and your pretty chest,"
You eyes follow her words, taking in the flush on your skin.
"And these pretty breasts, fuck," Wanda groans, cupping your tear shaped breasts, "I could write poetry about these,"
Wanda brushes her thumb across your nipple, watching it pebble through the fabric.
"See how you can see the color of your nipples through the fabric? How they strain towards my touch? I love watching how your tits move when I fuck you, makes me want to bury my face in them,"
You whine at her dirty words. Wanda slowly pulls down the cup on one side, allowing your breast to pop free. Your nipples are painfully hard.
"So soft," Wanda purrs, cupping your bare breast, "The perfect handful. Can't wait to see these pretty tits well even more when I fill you up with my pups. These need to be nice and full to feed our babies,"
You squirm at the thought of Wanda filling you up with her pups.
"Want that, alpha," you moan.
"Suck," Wanda orders, slipping her thumb into you mouth.
You watch yourself as you suck on her thumb. The way your cheeks hollow out, the reverent look on Wanda's face. You whine when she pulls out of our mouth, but aren't disappointment for long as she uses her slick thumb to circle your nipple.
"So responsive for your alpha," Wanda purrs, freeing the other breast and repeating the process.
By the time her hand trails down your stomach, you skin is prickled with goosebumps and flushed all over. You squirm as Wanda strokes across the curve of your stomach.
"Mmmm, love this so much," Wanda hums, gripping your stomach,
"Can't wait to fill you little tummy up with my pups. Watch how it grows. I love this little curve already, how it shows through dresses and little shirts. When you raise your arms above your head and I get a little peak of it. Fuck, makes me wanna pin you down and bite it,"
You shiver at the thought as she strokes the curve of you stomach. Wanda loves how your scent sweetens, need dripping in and turning your chocolate and camel scent molten.
"Maybe I should. Put mate bites all over your plush body, so no matter where you look, you see ow much I fucking love your perfect body,"
You watch as your thighs squeeze together. Wanda's hands move to you hips, gripping the plush curves. Her fingers dig into the softness, and she uses her grip to grind your raw ass back into her hard cock. You cry out at the sensation, watching how your mouth drops open and you eyes go wide in the mirror.
"And these hips," Wanda moans, "Love your body has given Mommy something to hold on when she fucks you. I love seeing the marks of my hands on your soft skin,"
You moans, remember all the times you wake up with finger shaped bruises on your hips from her gripping you so hard when railing into your pussy the night before.
Wanda's trail down, brushing against your thighs. She rubs up and down, circling the soft skin.
"And these. Oh, luvie, these make me fucking feral. These have always been strong, but I love how fucking soft they are now," Wanda groans, "Want these around my head every second of the day. I wanna die between these pretty thighs,"
Wanda grips your knees, spreading your thighs ever so slightly.
"Love how these start to shake around my head or hips when you're about to cum. Love how you squeeze them around my ears when I suck on your pretty clit,"
You're dripping slick at this point, and it becomes more and more visible as Wanda continues to slowly spread your thighs.
"Love how your legs kick out when I'm spanking your pretty ass or wringing orgasms out of your hot little cunt. Love how you think it'll make me stop," Wanda purrs right in your ear.
You let out an omega whine, arching your back. You watch how it presses your presses forward, how Wanda eyes light up at the movement.
"And this perfect ass,"
Wanda shifts her hands down to grip your ass as well as she can in this position. You cry out as she cups the tender skin, keening forward. You hands dart out in front of your knees to brace yourself on the mattress.
You look up and almost moan at the sight. You especially bent yourself forward, leaving your ass more available for Wanda's hands. Your breasts hang forward, your hard nipples brushing against your arms.
"Gooood girl," Wanda croons, "Just like that, giving Mommy access,"
Wanda massages the skin of you sore ass, and your eyelids flutter, struggle to stay open.
"Alpha," you whine.
"I know, sweet omega, Keep watching yourself in that mirror,"
You back arches and you let out a throat moan as Wanda lightly swats your ass.
"Love how this ass jiggles every time I spank it. Makes me want to spank it all day...fuck baby, I'm hard as a rock," Wanda groans, "Love how you ass moves when I'm fucking you from behind. The way it ripples with every thrust of my hips....you're absolutely intoxicating. Dripping slick all over you nest like a good little omega,"
"Please, Mommy, I need more,"
"And Mommy's gonna give it to you," Wanda promises.
Wanda pulls her dress over her head, and you lick your lips at what you can see behind you. She's wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a red lace bra that cups her breasts perfectly.
"Need your knot, Mommy,"
"Let Mommy prep you first, angel,"
Wanda slips a hand behind your plush thighs, the other snacking up your body and gripping your throat. Not hard enough to restrict your breathing, just enough to remind you the control she holds. She uses her grip on your neck to pull you back against her chest. You hands find her thighs, gripping them to brace yourself. You meet her eyes in the mirror right as she runs a finger through your dripping folds.
"Look at yourself, not me," Wanda orders, circling her clit.
You suck in a shaky breath and look at yourself in the mirror. You chest is heaving, eyes hazy with lust and mouth parted. You bite you lip at the lude sight.
Wanda slips two slender fingers into your pulsing heat, and your head lulls back. Her grip on your neck tightens.
"Eyes up, or I'll stop,"
You whine, but look back at the mirror. You watch how your greedy pussy sucks her fingers up as she starts slowly thrusting her fingers in and out of you.
"Such a perfect pussy, taking your alpha's fingers so good,"
Moans and whimpers slip from you as Wanda adds another finger and her thumb move to your clit.
"F-fuck, Mommy, feels so good, need your cock in me," you beg.
"Just one second, luvie, see how your pretty thighs are shaking? That means you're about to cream all over Mommy's hand,"
Your thighs are starting to shake. You move you hands up to grip your breasts as your climax barrels towards you.
"Good girl, play with those sensitive nipples for Mommy. Give them a little pinch, you like that,"
You fight to keep your eyes open as you do so, pleasure sparking through your whole body. You cry out Wanda's name and dig your nails into her skin as your orgasm hits you.
You don't know where the keep your eyes, you gaze flickering between how your pussy pulses around Wanda's fingers, the way your breasts heave, your still quivering thighs as Wanda works you through your peak. You whole body glow purple with your magic as your control cracks.
"Just like that, good girl," Wanda praises.
Your aching pussy clenches around nothing as Wanda pulls her fingers out. Wanda smirks, sucking them into her mouth behind you. You mouth drops opens, eyes wide.
"Hands and knees, puppy,"
You jump to comply. Wanda grips your already bruises ass and you whine, arching your back and trying to push your cunt back into her.
"One second, omega, almost there," Wanda soothes.
You watch in the mirror as Wanda pulls her thick cock out. You can barely see as she lines her cock up with your entrance, but the pressure lights your body up.
"You need to see how well you take your alpha's cock, angel?" Wanda croons.
"yes!"
Then, you're seeing through Wanda's eyes. You blush at how drenched your cunt looks, the curve of your ass, how exposed you are to her. Her cock is hard and leaking precum, the veins looking angry with need.
You watch as Wanda pushes her hips forward, simultaneously feeling the stretch of her thick length as she pushes is. It sureal, watching your cunt stretch around her and feeling it in real time. Your swollen fold grip her cock as she slides into you and you're a moaning mess.
"Taking your alpha's cock so good, such a perfect omega," Wanda praises, gripping your hips.
You can see and feel the bead of sweat on your hypersensitive and flushed skin. You cry out as she bottoms out, her knot pressing against your entrance. You try to grind back against it, but she holds you still.
"Not yet, luvie, need to fuck this pretty pussy first.
Wanda's gaze moves between your pussy stretched around her cock, and your face in the mirror. You look fucked out already, eyes watering with pleasure and face flushed adorably.
You squeak as Wanda pulls out, and see how soaked her cock is from being inside your. She thrusts back in, and you're crying out from bliss. This position has her deep inside you, stimulating all of your extra omega spots.
"Don't you look pretty, babygirl?" Wanda purrs, gripping you ass.
You can see your ass has already started to bruise, still red from your easier spanking with some lighter purple splotches. You cry out at the combination of pain and pleasure
"Yes!"
"Come on, omega, you can do better than that. Say it,"
"I l-look so pretty!" You cry out as Wanda slowly fucks into you.
The sounds of your wet pussy will the room as she picks up her pace. You can see through her eyes how you pussy clenches around her cock.
"Again,"
"I look so pretty when you fuck me, Mommy!"
"Good girl," Wanda pants, using her grip on your hips to fuck you back into her every thrust.
You eyes roll into the back of your head in bliss, but you can still seeing her absolutely wrecking you through her eyes.
You ass does jiggle with every thrust, but instead of making you uncomfortable like it normally does, it makes you even wetter. Seeing how you body takes your alpha so good, giving her the prettiest sight as she wrecks your pussy.
Your orgasm looms closer and you see your thighs start to quiver. Your upper body collapses against the mattress, and you turn your face to the side.
You can now see your fucked out expression, how your eyes are lolled back, your mouth parted as you moan like- well an omega in heat (even though you aren't in a true heat).
"Be a good girl and play with your clit," Wanda almost barks.
You hand slips between you thighs, immediately finding your slick bud. Your moans become higher pitched as you circle your clit.
"Come all over your alpha's cock," Wanda orders.
And you do. Pleasure rips through your whole body as your orgasm hits you, and you watch how your body shakes and twitches.
Wanda groans, thrusting her hips harder. Your pussy fights to take her giant knot, and you watch in awe as it pops in, the edges of your pussy so puffy and slick. Wanda cries out as she fills your tight pussy with her cum, grinding into you.
Your eyes become your own again, and you struggle to catch your breathe.
"Took me so fucking good, angel," Wanda praises, shifting the two of you onto your sides.
You whimper as pleasure sparks through you from her knot shifting inside you.
"I know," Wanda purrs, hands slipping through your thighs and finding your pulsing clit.
Wanda circles your clit gently, working you towards another orgasm and grinding her knot into you. You cry out as your knot stimulates the additional omega nerves in the first two inches of your opening, meant to make taking an alpha's knot more pleasurable.
A gentler orgasm washes over you, leaving you limp and saughted.
"Feeling better?" Wanda asks, pulling your hair off the back of your neck.
You nod sleepily, breathing in her soothing coffee and cinnamon scent.
"You are so perfect, angel. Every inch, inside and out. I love you so much,"
"I love you too," you sign, voice drowsy.
Once her knot goes down, she'll clean you up and rub cream into your tender ass.
Later, the two of you will talk more about your insecurities and how to make you more comfortable int he pack. But for now, Wanda just holds you as you drift to sleep.
Summary: Peter gets home and finds you in an autistic meltdown
Warnings: meltdown (what I PERSONALLY would consider milder ish), stimming, brief hitting stim, overstimulation (not the good type the 'tism type)
A/N: I am autistic, but autism is a large spectrum. Every autistic person has different symptoms, stims, etc. Meltdowns look different for every autistic person, and can look different situationally.
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Peter fiddling with the keys to the apartment, struggling to unlock the door when his arms full.
"Hey babe! Sorry I'm late, training went long! But I picked up Chinese!" Peter calls, kicking the door shut behind him and setting the bars of takeout down on the kitchen table.
No response. That's odd, you're usually doing homework at the table or reading on the couch when he gets home. He hears a faint creaking from the bedroom.
"Baby, you in here?" peter asks, pushing the door open.
You're sitting on the bed, sitting with your legs crossed and back to him, with your noise canceling headphones on. Peter leans against the doorframe, watching as you rock back and forth on the bed. You're rotating between flapping them in the air at your side and using to rock harder on the bed. You have a pillow in front of you for went you rock forward.
Peter considers if he should try to get your attention. He knows something's you just need to stim like this after a long day. Peter doesn't have autism like you, but with his high end senses, he definitely understands how overstimulating the outside world can be and often stims along with you at home.
This connection had made your relationship extra sweet. The nights you spent curled up together, stimming and info dumping about your mutual special interest are some of Peter's favorites.
Peter's body stiffens as you make a distressed sound and start hitting the side of your head. He's behind you on the bed in a flash, holding your arms away from your head not not restricting your rocking.
"Noooo," you whine, flapping your hands in his strong gasps.
Peters nudges one side of your headphones what so you can hear him.
"I know, angel, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Peter soothes, "Squeeze my hands, luvie. Hard as you can,"
Peter settles in behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping him arms around you so your arms are crossed on your chest. He uses his strength to provide the deep pressure that you need to regulate, squeezing you. He starts rocking back and forth with you, supporting you need to stim while keeping you from hurting yourself.
You start hum and squeeze his hands tightly. Your nails dig into his palm, but he doesn't care. He just holds you as you continue rock back and forth on the bed.
Peter realizes you're humming the tune to "Just Keep Swimming" over and over again. In the last, you shared that you often did this during meltdowns, replacing "swimming" with "stimming" in your head to help regulate youself.
Once you stop squeezing his hands, he releases your. You start flapping your hands again as he moves one arm diagonal across your chest to you shoulder, and the other around your waist so he can give you more spread out pressure.
Peter watches carefully as your stimming looses it's distressed edge and shifts to little nervous stims. Your hummings gets softer until it fizzles out.
"You're home," you finally croak.
"Hi babygirl," Peter smiles, pecking your neck, "You wanna talk about it?"
You're quiet for a moment, your rocking slowing to a stop. You turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him and clinging to him like a koala.
"Not yet. Keep going,"
Peter nuzzles his cheek against your head, moving one hands up to cup the back of your head as he starts rocking again for the both of you.
After a while, your vice grip on him loosens and you pull away. You pull off your headphones and let them fall around your neck.
"Baby, I'm sorry I grabbed your hands like that. I just didn't want you to hurt yourself," Peter whispers, cupping your cheek.
"it's okay, I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologize. Never apologize for your sensory needs,"
Your heart melts at his words.
"I had to ride the subway home today. It was so loud and people-y and my shoes got sticky on the floor and I got home and my whole body was itchy and I...yeah. you saw,"
"I understand, baby. The subway is so overstimulating. You wanna brainstorm alternatives to it and ways we could make it easier for you over dinner?"
You nods earnestly, leaning forward and kissing Peter before climbing off the bed.
The two of you enjoy the best cold Chinese food you've ever had, hand in hand, with no judgment and full understanding for each other.
A/N: came up with this idea last night when I had a similar meltdown but not this support. In this house, we don't get depressed, we get inspired (to write silly little fanfics)
It is generally not recommended to restrain someone when they are stimming. It can often do more harm than good and escalate the situation.
If you have an autistic loved one, people discuss with them what to do in case of a loved one and if they start stimming in a harmful way
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Request: Can you do Wanda x Pregnant reader needy. Is Wanda is in a meeting Pregnant R is keep texting her.
Learn Your Lesson
Gp!Wanda Maximoff x Pregnant!reader
Warnings: smut, use of sensitizing cream, fingering, spanking (fem receiving), p in v sex, overstimulation, begging, degrading, praise kink, begging, mention of sending nudes
A/N: not my best work, but I'm coming out of a health flare and wanted to get something posted
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The front door slams open.
"Where are you, naughty girl?"
"In here!" You call, shifting onto your knees on he bed.
Wanda prowls in, cheeks flushed with anger. She stops when she sees you on the bed, dressed in a lacy pink babydoll. It highlights the swell of your swollen pregnant belly. Your hands are behind you on the mattress, pressing your chest out.
"What do we have here?" Wanda tsks, "Looks like my little brat is trying to act good,"
"'m not a brat," you pout,
"Your actions say otherwise, malyshka," Wanda croons, moving in front of the bed.
A whine escape your lips as she yanks our head back by your hair.
"Such a needy whore, messaging Mommy while she's working. If you had just been patient you wouldn't have to be punished.
"Punished? Nooo, mommy, just need you so bad, I couldn't help it!"
Wanda thumbs the hem of your babydoll, propping one knee up on the bed.
"Really? You were so needy you couldn't help but blow up Mommy's phone during her meeting? Couldn't help but send her naughty pictures while her coworkers were in the room?"
You look up at Wanda with needy eyes, not responding. You didn't think the pictures were that naughty. Just you laying in bed in your pink babydoll, cheeks flush, rosy nipples visible through the shear fabric, with a text about how much you needed her to fuck you.
But t really isn't your fault! She's the one who put a baby in you. That's what's making you so horny, its not your fault! She's the one who left you, her pregnant wife, all alone. You couldn't be held responsible for your actions in that situation.
"Hmmm. Now, I'e been thinking about how I'm going to punish you, and I can't decide. Maybe some clamps on those pretty, swollen nipples? Your clit? Maybe get some of those special cream that makes your pussy even more sensitive, and fuck you with my cock until you cry. Choices, choices,"
Your thighs clench together, and you lick your lips.
"Please, Mommy, it hurts," You whine, grabbing her wrist and trying to pull her fingers between your thighs.
Wanda wrenches her hand out of your graps.
""Who's in charge here, button?"
"You are, Mommy," You huff.
Wanda leans down, press her lips against yours in claiming kiss. You moan into her moan, resisting the urge to reach up and grab her face.
"Lay back on the bed and spread you thighs. No touching," Wanda orders, backing up.
Your pulse races in anticipation and you quickly follow her orders. One of our hands cups your belly as your lean back, and Wanda fights a smile at the act.
"Please Mommy, 'm so empty," You whimpers, bucking your hips up.
Lots of your messages were about how empty you were, how much you needed her cock to fill you up, and Wanda planned to use that need to punish you.
"Be good,"
Wanda goes tinto the closet, going through the collection of sex toys and equipment, pulling what she needs for what she has in mind and putting it in a small box so you can't see.
When she joins you back on the back, you're practically vibrating with anticipation.
"Please, Mommy,"
"Shhhh,"
Wanda pulls out the small tube of sensitizing cream, and you clamp your thighs together.
"Noooo, Mommy, am already so sensitive, don't know if I can-"
"Mommy know exactly what you can take, angel. What's your safeword?"
"Red,"
"Do you need to use it?"
"No," you pout, squirming.
"Good girl," Wandaa forces your thighs back open, "Keep them there,"
You squirm as Wanda puts on a latex glove. She takes her time, inspecting your soaking, swollen folds. She runs a finger through your fold, and you whine at how sensitive you are already.
Wanda coats your vulva and clit with the cool cream. She covers two fingers with it before fucking them into your slowly, swirling her fingers to coat your insides. The sensation starts out cool from the temperature of the cream, but quickly turns hot as it starts to work.
"Fuck," you whine, bucking your hips into her fingers, "Oh my god, fuck,"
"Such a needy girl,"
"Fuck, Mommy, I'm already close!" You whine, tears pricking your eyes from how sensitive you are.
Wanda pulls her hands away. The slap of the latex glove coming off her hand mocks out.
"N no no, please, Mommy, please, need you so bad,"
"Good girl get fucked. Naughty girls get punished. I wouldn'tt be a punishment if you enjoyed it,"
Wanda holds your thighs open as your squirm, eyes fixed on your clenching pussy. She watches as your folds become more swollen and you drip onto the sheets. The air chafes against your skin, stimulating your hypersensitive clit. You feel so empty without her.
"Mommy, I can't, I need you so bad I'm gonna die," you beg, tears dripping down your cheeks.
Wanda strokes your pregnant belly. She was careful to check with your doctor early in your pregnancy to ensure the different lubes and creams she used on you during intimacy were safe to continue using. She wants to punish you, not truly hurt you.
"I know, baby, you're doing so good, pussy looks so pretty. Keep being good and Mommy will fuck you later. You just gotta earn it first,"
You sniffle, looking up at her.
"Earn it?"
Wanda nods.
"H-how?"
"Take your punishment like a good girl. Bend over Mommy's knee and take your spanking like a good baby, and I'll fuck that pretty pussy,"
Wanda moves up the bed, sitting against the headboard and awaiting your decision. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching her care. You make your decision, rolling onto your stomach and crawling into her lap. You moan as your folds rub against each other.
"Good girl," Wanda croons, rubbing her hand over your ass.
She positions you so your pregnant belly is between her legs, pushing up so she's supporting your weight off of it. You bury your face in the sheets as she continues to stroke up and down your ass.
All you can think of is the burning in your pussy. How the air teases your parted folds, how you're dripping down your thighs, how your clit pulses angrily, how-
You cry out as the first slap hits your ass. The pain shoots to your pussy and morphes into pleasure and your moan. The sting slowly subsides as she keeps stroking her ass like she didn't just spank you.
"Such a needy little whore for Mommy, can't even wait an hour to get fucked,"
Slap! This time harder, and you clamp your thighs together. You cry out at the pressure between your legs between Wanda forces your thighs open again.
"No, I wanna see how your pussy drips for me while I spank you," Wanda tsks.
By the fourth slap, you're sobbing. The burning between your thighs has intensified dizzyingly. Every slap goes straight been your thighs. The vibrations alone on your swollen folds have you at the edge of release.
"So pretty when you cry for Mommy.One more, button," Wanda promises.
The last slap hits you, right on the cleft of your ass and pussy, and your climax hits you. You cry out as your hot walls pulses around nothing. Your clit throbs angrily and pleasure shoots through your core.
Wanda pulls you upright as you come down from your orgasm. She turns you so you back is to her chest, cradling you in her arms. You whine as your tender ass rubs against the sheet, and she shushes you.
"I know, angel, you did so good for Mommy, so perfect,"
She'd typically punish you more for the messages and pictures, but between your pregnancy and heightened sensitivity, she had to take it easier on you. Wanda hooks your legs over her, spreading your flushed thighs.
You whine as Wanda runs a finger through your dripping folds. Her touch feels light fire and lighting and like you could come from that alone. You hadn't noticed her put the gloves back on, but she must have.
"Please, Mommy," you whimper into the crook of her neck.
"I know, baby, Mommy's gonna take care of her sweet girl," Wanda crooons.
Your finger brushes over you clit and d your hips buck violently. You cry out as electricity shoots through you.
"I know you don't wanna be a naughty girl.,"
"No!' you cry, "Wanna be your good girl!"
Wanda places two fingers at your entrance, not pushing in. Just holding them there as she barely strokes our clit.
"Mommy, gonna-" you're cut off with a scream as another orgasm hits you.
Wanda can feel how your pussy clenches against nothing with her fingers at your entereance Her hips buck weakly ass he continues to circle your clit, working you through it.
"Good, girl" she croons, "So pretty when you cum. Can you be a good girl and do something for Mommy?"
Your ears preak up.
"Mm-hmm! Please, wanna be a good girl," You babble, still trying to squirm away from her hands as the pleasure turns painful from sensitivity.
"Pull down that pretty top and play with your nipples,"
Your hands shake and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you pull down the top of you babydoll, allowing your swollen tits to pop free.
"Mmm, so pretty for Mommy. All round and swollen with my baby,"
You cup your aching breasts, gently rubbing your thumbs over your peaked nipples. You arch into your own touch.
"Please Mommy, need your fingers inside me," you beg.
"Be patient,"
Wanda pushes her fingers in ever so slightly, giving you no more than half an inch of her long fingers before pulling back. You whole body burns as she repeats the movement, slowly sucking you with the tips of her fingers. Her circles on your clit speed up, and you cry out as another orgasm hits you. You head lolls forward.
"Good girl," Wanda praises "Taking me so good,"
"Mommy I'm emmtyyyyyy," you whine despite the overstimulation. There's a burning in your core, an itch that can only be scratched by her filling your cunt up as much as possible.
"I know, button, just take what Mommy gives you<"
Wanda dips in a full inch before pulling back, continuing her barely fucking with occaptional inch thrusts.
Your legs kick and fight against hers as another orgasm builds. You can't take anymore. You whole body is on fire, your pussy is so sensitive that you're crying, but you're still so empty it's making you dizzy. You buck against her hand with every little thrust of her fingers, chasing your orgasm.
"Please mommy!" You scream, "Need your cock! Need you, please! I'll be a good girl! I"m sorry mommy, I'm sorry!"
"Okay, angel, one more and Mommy will fuck you, just one more," Wanda soothes, fucking you faster.
The sloppy sounds of your pussy fill the room as your climax hits you. You throw your head back as it overtakes you, and you gush all over Wanda's hands and the sheets. You're babbling, incoherent, and clamping down down so hard on Wanda's fingers.
"I hear you baby, you didn't so good. Took your punishment so perfect. You want your reward now, or do you need a break?" Wanda asks.
"Please please please," you babble, grinding back against her cock "In me, in me, right now, hurts, in me,"
Wanda rolls you into your side, spooning you front behind. You hear the crinkling of a condom, then she's right here. Her swollen cock presses against your entrance, and you nearly cry in relief.
"Wait, want on top," you pant, pushing back against her.
"Are you sure, princess?'
"Yes, please! Need to fuck myself on your cock, please!" You pant, pushing up onto all fours and straddling her.
You grip her cock, lining her up with your sloppy entrance before sheathing yourself on her. The two of you both cry out as you take her in one thrust.
"Fuck, babygirl, don't bite off more than you an chew," Wanda hisses.
You're a mess, crying and grinding down on her cock. Another climax hits you from the stretch alone, and you grind yourself on her cock through it.
The aftershocks are still rippppling through you as you start fucking yourself on her cock. You're so sensitive, you can handle breath, but you need need more. Need her. Need her cock to itch that scratch inside of you.
"There you go, take Mommy's cock like a good little slut,"
Every sloppy thrust is like fire in your veins, lighting you up with pleasure. Wanda pulls your babydoll over you head, leaving you naked. She licks her lips, watching how your swollen tits bounce with every movement.
"fuck, babygirl, always loved these, but seeing them get all swollen as you carry my baby..." Wanda groans, gripping your breasts and sucking a nipple into her mouth.
You cry out, arching into her mouth. Your belly bumps against her stomach as you bounce on her cock, and you reach a hand between your thighs to rub your button.
"Mommy!" You scream as you gush all over her cock.
Moans slips from the two you as your pussy clenches and pulses around her cock.
"Good girl, so good cumming on Mommy's cock. Do it again," Wanda pants, planting her feet on the mattress and shifting her grip to your hips so she can thrust up into you.
You keen as she fucks you hard and deep. This position has her hitting every sensitive spot inside you. You grip her shoulders, nails digging into her skin.
You try to say something, but Wanda can't make out your babbled words.
"What was that, baby? Mommy fuck all the brattiness out of you yet?" Wanda pants, bucking up into you.
You writhe in her grip, squirming and grinding down against her cock. Wanda shifts her hip to your ass, digging her nails in and lifting you on and off her cock. You squeal as she drops you down on her cock especially hard, a gush of fluid coming out of you.
Wanda continues fucking you on her cock, not giving you a second to caught your breath.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," you keen as your climax barrels towards you, "Mommy, 's hot! Burning, fuck, feel too much!"
"Take it like the good girl you are. Just a little longer, angel, your tight hot little pussy has Mommy so close,"
You bend forward, shoving her shirt up to suck one of her nipples into her mouth. You whine as your nipples chafe against her, pleasure pain sparking through your whole body from your core.
You scream as your climax hits you, legs squeezing around Wanda's hips and pussy clenching around her with a vice grip. Wanda moans as you pull her off the cliff with you, bucking up into you as she spills into the condom.
The world goes hazing as you come down from your orgasm. Wanda eases you off her cock and onto your side. She pulls you into her from behind, one hand cupping your pregnant belly and the other brushing the hair out of your face.
"You did so perfect for me baby. Had me cumming so hard I saw stars," Wanda whispers, rubbing circles on your belly.
You hum in contentment, moving a hand down to cover hers. Your whole body is still tingling, especially your wrecked pussy.
Wanda grabs tissues from bedside table, cleaning you up before carrying you to the bathroom so you can pee. Once you're back in bed, she takes her time rubbing lotion on your pink ass and the cream that counteracts the sensitizing cream into your swollen folds.
Wanda's gentle "I love you, babygirl," is the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep.
