please remember that this is an indigenous man, PLEASE i am begging. we are not dead. we are very much alive, and you need to respect us. as a nahua woman i am going to say some things to make sense of our identities and to help you all get a better understanding of how to respect us and to respect the actor and character.
starting out
no not all mexicans are indigenous, no not all mexicans are mexica (very very few are, its one of the rarest tribes/clans/pueblos to be descended of), and no, aztecs no longer exist (in the way you think)
our tribes/clans in latin america are not like our northern native relatives but as commonly done i will use terms like tribe and clan to further explain in an easier way for people to understand.
nahuas are not mexica, those that are mexicas can be nahua and usually are nahua, many of our tribes/clans were organized into pueblos (reminiscent of greek city-states), which is what the mexica did, the mexica were in the area thats now known as cdmx/mexico city, when the spanish colonizers arrived the mexica were known as aztecs because thats the empire that was ruling at the time, the aztec empire had something called the triple alliance which was an alliance between 3 pueblos (tribes/clans) making up the empire, the aztec empire is also commonly referred to as the triple alliance because of that, and when the aztec empire fell so did the title of aztec, aztecs no longer exist because the empire is long gone while mexica (the tribe) does indeed still exist though in smaller numbers. nahuas are a people, considered a tribe by many if we use northern indigenous terms but again, organized into pueblos.
nahua is the people, nahuatl is the language, and many pueblos throughout mexico and latin america call themselves by their own pueblo names. nahuatl is considered a closed language to white people by many of our elders, and if you are white its asked that you refrain from learning or using it as our people were punished for it, its a privilege to speak or write it and its a privilege many of us do not have.
most of the things you see online regarding aztec/mexica/nahua stuff has been whitewashed and is from white supremacists and white scholars that tell inaccurate information or is from mexican nationalists that purposely misinform others, please ask a nahua person if you have any questions regarding our culture, my dm’s will also be open!
warnings: dark!killer!nat x dark!younger!reader, russian roulette, talks about premeditated murder.
DO NOT READ if this triggers you. Your media consumption is your responsibility.
“Wanna play a game?”
She looks at you with a raise brow and a grin to her lips. From where you sat on the bed, crisscrossed and pantless, the tone of your girlfriend intrigued you.
“Will I get something out of it?”
She chuckled. “Just the possibility of your brains getting splattered all over the bed.”
The smile on her lips tells you she’s serious while the glimmer in her eyes tells you otherwise. While your girlfriend has always been a peculiar woman, she never ceases to amaze you in every way. No matter how peculiar her odds may be.
So you nod, eager as you stretch your legs much like the cat who was sleeping across the room in her luxurious cat tower.
You watch as your girlfriend strides across the room, only to disappear inside the walk-in closet and return back with the small rusting revolver in her hand.
A grin spreads all over your lips and as you sat by the edge of your bed with eagerness and arousal setting your body on fire, your girlfriend nears you while removing all bullets except for one.
“Roulette?”
Her emerald eyes find you.
“Russian.”
Her thigh nudges itself between your legs, pressing a leg against your panty clad core that it forces a gasp from you.
You hum in return, rolling your head back with a sigh. The small crack of your neck relaxes the tension between your back and on your shoulder, nevertheless prepares you for your girlfriend’s antics.
With doe eyes, you look at her with a flutter of your eyelashes. “My favourite game.”
“Oh, I know, baby.” She emits a chuckle just as she closes the gun, ready to fire with no bullets except for that one. “I can see it.” Her eyes travel to your parted legs and stare at the wet spot between your grey panties.
“You love it anyways.”
She shrugs, and then turns off the safety. She practically twirls the gun in her hand before swing it back and forth between the two of you.
“Youngest goes first.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“Or what?”
She presses the barrel to the side of your head and with no hesitation - click! A sigh falls from your bitten lips and Natasha looks at you with unwarranted emotion, her lips curled into a smirk while green eyes are dilated in exhilaration.
You grow wet at the adrenaline, the feeling of the gun ringing against your head and ear, only for it to be a blank.
“Don’t make a mess on the new sheets.”
You frown at her warning. “Why not?”
She glares at you. “Cuz I fucking said so, yeah?”
“Whatever.”
She puts the gun up against her head and then clicks. Hearing the blank echo loud throughout the room while she looks unfazed.
“I’m bored, Natty.”
She doesn’t bat you any attention with the exception of pointing the gun at your face. Your eyes squint as you look at her between the barrel but no fear reaches your face.
“Y’know you talk a lot.” She says it with annoyance in her tone. “We oughta shut you up, don’t you think?”
You part your mouth to bite back but shes steps ahead of you when she forces the gun into your mouth. Your taken back with a oomph before Natasha clicks the trigger with a blank.
You push her hand away with a cough and a scowl on your face. “What the fuck, Natasha?”
She shushes you with a grip on your jaw. “You’re gonna fucking wake up Liho. Shut it.”
There’s a slap that echoes when slap her hand away. Your attention no longer sits on the game the two of you are playing but rather the way she man-handled you without your consent.
The tension now evident in the room as you pull away and return back to your side of your bed with your phone.
“I’m done playing,” you say without batting an eye back at her. “You win.”
Natasha looks at you with her head cocked, confused but concerned. She hadn’t touched you that hard. You were used to it - the little outbreaks that rattle her emotions but it seems that she took it a little too far with the game.
She sighs as she picks the bullet out of the gun - the realization of one more round could’ve been one bullet in between her eyes as it was her turn. She throws the revolver into the ground before turning her whole attention back to you.
“C’mon, baby,” she tugs on your ankles. “Was just playing. Don’t be a sourpuss, yeah?”
She pouts her lips at you like a child. You never could truly get angry at Natasha, no matter what she did. And perhaps that was why people had feared the two of you - the fearlessness, the courage, you were matching her energy just as she was with you.
People feared that - two powerful women, crazy, insane, and blood thirsty. But you didn’t care, you loved her and no matter how many bodies you and her have to hide, it didn’t matter to you.
She was it and there was no leaving her - even if you wanted to.
“I hate that you won.”
Her chuckle echoes the room softly.
“I know, baby,” she nods in agreement. “But you’re always a winner in my heart, you know?”
You huff. “That’s not enough.”
“Well,” she starts, mischief already evident in her voice. “I did have this target. Young, early twenties. Blonde and skinny.”
You perked up at the description, your eyes shinning with intrigue. Natasha chuckles.
“You’ve always had a thing for blondes, don’t you?”
You hum in disagreement. “Not particularly in that context, but sure.”
“She works with Tony. Some architect of some sort.”
“Is she any good?”
“Does it matter?”
You scoff. “Well, I gotta know if she’s made some good shit, you know? See if she’s worth murdering.”
Natasha rolls her eyes, but proceeds anyways.
“Well, she made that building next to Bergdorf’s.”
“Oh, well, then she can go.”
“Yeah?” Natasha beams.
“I hate that fucking place.”
Her chuckle echoes the room and when she nears you, her lips caresses the apple of your cheek.
idk if y’all will know the answer to this but im femme and my butch gf wants to know more ways to like show that she’s butch when we’re out in public besides her appearance. it makes me really happy and makes her feel more butch. sometimes when we’re leaving places she’ll put her hand on my back and kinda guide me out, stuff like that. do y’all know anything more like that that butches can do to be like loving/protective of their femmes in public w/o too much pda?
it sounds like you are wanting to know about butch chivalry on dates, or perhaps ofos (old fashioned old school) butch/femme etiquette! this is all about showing your femme as much respect and courtesy as you can and caring for her safety. none of these are required in order to be butch, and you should only do the things that make both of you happy, but here’s a few more ideas for your butch!
open doors of cars or buildings and let your femme enter first
when walking down a street, walk on the side of your femme that is closer to the street
position yourself between your femme and the gaze of nearby men. perhaps even stare down men if they don’t mind their own business
when walking side by side, bend your arm, palm facing down, and hold it out to your femme, and she can hook her arm under yours and rest her hand on your forearm
assist your femme walking up or down stairs, especially if she is wearing heels - a hand on her back and walking just behind her when going up stairs, and walking just in front of her and guide her with your hand or arm for support when going down stairs
pull out chairs for your femme, don’t sit down until she has sat
taking charge of ordering food/drinks or talking to waiters - don’t decide what she wants for her though!
paying for meals or gifts - this really depends on your financial situation so don’t feel bad if that’s not feasible or not something that you both enjoy. if it is something that you really like doing but you don’t have much more money than your femme, you could take turns paying for things, or you could pay and then let her pay you back for some of it later
if you’re feeling romantic but don’t want to kiss on the lips in public, lift her hand to your lips and give it a gentle kiss :)
and of course the classic - offer your coat or jacket to your femme if she seems to be getting chilly
and then there’s also a few things that a femme can do for her butch!
straighten your butch’s collar, tie, bowtie, jacket, etc
light touches on her arm or shoulder, or even her thigh when sitting together
leave a kiss mark on your butch’s cheek (perhaps best to wait til the end of the night for this)
compliment your butch’s looks or talents, make her feel good about being butch
let your butch do things for you that make her feel good, and thank her sweetly for them
what if we laid together in a warm bed with silk sheets under dim lighting? surrounded by colorful wall art on pale yellow walls and hanging plants. what if I leaned in and kissed you softly? you’d moan into my mouth, because we’re both learning to breathe again. your oxygen is mine. what if I couldn’t help but pull away and rest my head on yours and softly ask you if it’s okay while my hand plays with the hem of your underwear? you’d smile and nod and I’d kiss you again and slip my hand between your thighs for the first time. what if that wasn’t enough? all of our clothes would come off and our bodies would melt into each other, our moans a soft melody mixing together, and our lips red like cherries and your smile, the stained reminder your lips will forever leave behind.
thinking about domming a sweet needy sub in a super soft way. watching them be so whiny and needy for me while I take my time kissing their neck and marking down their chest. my mouth avoiding the place they want me most. leaving little licks and kisses on their thighs. telling them that it’s okay, they’re my baby, and I’ve got them. my lips wrapping around their cock/clit, gently sucking and lapping at it until they’re a cute little mess for me. “tell me what you want, sweet baby.” and their lips would be swollen from being bitten and sucked on by me so their bottom lip would stick out and their eyes would be heavy, grabby hands again, “you, please.” and I’d nod and pick our favorite strap before making sure their hole was nice and ready for me.
their knees to their chest while I push into them, tears in their eyes from pleasure and feeling so so safe but yet vulnerable. watching their lips part when I push into them. stretching their pretty hole. it would just be their soft moans mixed with endless praise from me while I take them.
kinda obsessed with the idea of having a sub spread out for me so I can inspect every inch of them and when I finally get between their legs they’d be whimpering as I spread their legs further apart so I can see every part of them dripping for me
spread your legs for me, baby. ah, good baby. look how wet you are, is this just from my words sweet angel? so needy. look at you quivering already just from me looking at your pretty c*nt. all that pretty head of yours can think about is being full. awe, you’re tearing up, baby, already? save those for when you’re begging me to stop. you love this don’t you? you love having your c*nt full of my fingers and your brain light and fuzzy so I have to take care of you.
@ everyone in the notes talking about physical performance: if that were the case, then sports would be divided by physical performance. that’s a thing you can measure. that’s a thing that varies by individual. a weak man and a strong man would be an unfair fight in boxing/wrestling/MMA, which is why they divide those sports up into weight groups based on physical performance. but they also further segregate them based on gender. chess is segregated by gender for no reason but sexism. if it’s actually about skill and physical ability, then measure those and separate people by those metrics. don’t do some bullshit gender segregation and pretend like men and women are inherently on different levels no matter their individual abilities.
Remember that time male swimmers were pulled out of training because Kate Ledecky was leaving them ‘broken’ by swimming better than them? Remember how she didn’t even notice, because she was busy actually training?
Shooting is a sport that has no reliance on strength and so any allowance for gender variation is irrelevant.
The last time there was a mixed competition (1992) a chinese woman named Zhang Shan won it.
this is why they drug test Serena like crazy. the believe no woman should be that good. let alone a black woman.
and black women have always been considered “manly” and less feminine.
also can we talk about how surfing is segregated as well? like how the dude who won this years international surfing cup or whatever was given $30,000 worth of prize money, while the woman who won the women’s comp was only awarded like $16,000 of prize money???? or whatever it was. but I know it was either half or less than half of what the man won. like why can’t they get the same prize money and when they’re competing internationally in the same competition? they surely have the same level of skill and talent.
The pay gaps, not to mention lack of sponsorships for women athletes who don’t look like models is insane. If you weigh over 250 pounds, no one will sponsor you. It’s why most female Olympic-class weightlifters live in poverty/out of their cars.
Reminder that in international (and usually national too) womens athletics anybody with 5m/mol of natural testosterone or higher is disqualified. (See legal case of Dutee Chand vs IAAF.)
Do you or somebody you know have PCOS? You are banned from international womens athletics because you are supposedly in posession of an unreasonable advantage in sports.
Folks disqualified for hyper-androgenism in womens athletics.
Francine Niyonsaba
Caster Semenya
Dutee Chand
Margaret Wambui
And more
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Why are those disqualified overwhelmingly black and brown? Because testing is case by case when an athletes performance “raises suspicions”. They overwhelmingly test athletes of colour, for being too fast and not meeting white expectations of femininity.
Racism and intersexism(discrimination against intersex people) in sports is abject evil. Desegregate sports.
Summary: An undercover mission gets a little more real than expected.
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader
Genre: Smut w/ a little plot
Word Count: 1958
Warnings: Daddy kink, public sex, strap-on (r!receiving), light choking, light degrading
*Let me know if I missed anything!*
A/N: This was my first go at seeing what it would be like for reader to be in control. Definitely felt like it was a soft Daddy letting the brat feel like they were in control for one minute lol
Any comments or interactions are greatly appreciated!!
**Minors DNI** **18+**
The night started out so nice. You were enjoying a calm night out at a low key bar, some drinks and some dancing. You and Kate got dressed up and decided to splurge on dinner. She wore an incredibly tight black suit with a striking purple tie, pocket square, and socks. You wore a matching purple dress, tight and picked out by Kate specifically. She mumbled something about looking pretty in purple but you brushed it off. She paid for dinner and watched your drink when you went to the restroom. She asked you to dance and even spun you. It almost seemed like a date, until you remembered you were on a mission.
You’re only doing all these things to blend in with everyone else, but why did it feel so good? Why did it feel so nice when Kate pulled you closer when that guy asked if you were here alone? Why did it feel so nice when she kissed your shoulder when you were getting dressed.
Pushing past your thoughts, your attention was forced back to your mission. The man that you were looking for, “Jet”, had just entered the bar. He was surrounded by a few well dressed guys with a blonde hanging off his arm. Kate immediately gets up sliding up to you, asking you silently for a dance. The two of you dance casually near the table that your target is leaning at. You scan the room slowly, checking for how many people are present and who all you need to protect.
Leaning up your hand lands on Kate’s jaw, “We need to get him into a less populated area, there’s too many people here”. Your words are whispered directly in her ear, while her hands roam your body; making it look like you guys are just getting touchy.
A quick nod and you head over to the VIP area, where you’ve been told that Jet usually ends up fairly early in the night. Kate tips the guard generously so that we can both get in and you separate immediately. Kate heads to the couches to settle, looking like the bored girlfriend. You glance back, making sure her eyes are on you. Pride swells inside you as you notice her watching your ass. Swinging your hips a bit more, you head to the bar to get a drink for both of you. Ordering a martini for yourself and a long island iced tea for Kate, drinks that you normally do not order. You were scanning the bar area looking for your target or anyone associated with the Jet. The young bartender slid your drinks to you, offering them on the house. “Such a pretty face shouldn’t have to pay for drinks.” A smug smile on your face as you turn around, drinks in hands but your face falls when you see Kate. She is sitting on the couch in the corner with a tall red head leaning against the arm of the couch; rubbing her hand up and down your archer’s arm.
Head raised high, your strides are long as you walk over to Kate. Sitting impossibly close to Kate, you hand her her drink. “Here you go babe, strong just as you like it” You wrap your hand around her bicep and flip your legs to lay over one of hers. Smirking up at the red head, “And you are?” A smug eyebrow raises at the stutter that comes out of her mouth.
She turns sharply with a small glance behind her, but leaves when she notices Kate’s attention fully on you. Your eyes meet the deep ocean blues of the archer next to you and a blush rises up your neck. “Oh yeah? Scaring off the competition?” Her smug tone rubs you the wrong way and you set your drink down, standing abruptly. You grab her and drag her down the hallway. There’s a small couch and you push her until she falls onto it, immediately climbing in her lap.
She goes to say something but you cut her off, kissing her roughly. Her hands hesitate for a second before landing on your hips, pushing you down into her lap more. You take her lead and grind down, not expecting much but moaning loudly when you realize she’s packing. Pulling back breathlessly, “You-uh I..Did you plan that?” Your eyes flick down to her lap, and subconsciously your hips never stop moving.
“No-well yes technically. I didn’t plan this specifically” Her hands leave your hips to gestor between the two of you. “I just thought since ya know, I’m wearing a suit I should dress the part completely..I don’t know. No that-that sounds horrible..I just…I thought it looked good” Her cheeks are a bright red and her fingers are rubbing nervous circles into your hips.
Her hips fidget a little, a nervous tick she’s always had but the difference here is that you're grinding into her still. You fall forward, face hiding into her shoulder with a stifled moan. You can feel your arousal starting to drip down your thighs and you start regretting wearing a dress. “Fuck Daddy..” The name slips through your lips before you can even stop it and Kate’s hips sharply rut into yours, the prominent bulge pressing against your aching clit. “Oh Katie, you like that don’t you? Hmm Daddy? You wanna fuck your baby?” Your hips are moving faster as you scratch the back of Kate’s neck.
A string of whines are the only response coming out of her mouth making you chuckle. You scoot back just enough to reach her belt and zipper. A small gasp leaves your lips when you see the size of the strap but you laugh slightly when you realize it’s the same bright purple as the rest of Kate’s accessories. Your giggles are cut off when Kate reaches up under your dress and rips your soaked flimsy panties completely off. “What are you laughing at, brat?” Her voice is shaky but the husky tone shoots straight to your core.
“Nothing Daddy” You smirk slightly, admiring the cuteness of the archer below you. Her hands claw at your hips, urging you to move. “Is someone a little desperate? Does Daddy wanna fuck her brat?”
Slightly pathetic whines come from her lips as she watches you line up to her cock. Kate can’t help herself and her hips snap up, driving the tip of her strap into you. Both of you moaning out appreciatively, “Please baby girl, we gotta hurry before someone catches us.”
An airy chuckle falls from your lips as you slowly sink down onto Kate’s cock, your eyes begin fluttering. Leaning into Kate to whisper in her ear “Fuck Daddy, you fill me up so good. You think that slutty red head would fuck you like this?” You growl at the end of your sentence, slamming your hips down to meet Kate’s.
You watch as Kate’s head falls against the wall, lip between her teeth to try and muffle her groans. Eyes lazily scanning the room before meeting yours, “Th-that’s what this is about? That random chick?” Her hands are grabbing at your hips and your stomach, trying to pull you closer to feel you. Hips stutter each time a muffled moan escapes your lips.
“Oh-O fuck Daddy, you feel s-so good.” You’re trying to stay in control, though you haven’t had much experience. Leaning into Kate’s neck, you begin biting and sucking marks harshly. Marking what is yours. “I want you to cum for me Daddy. I need your cum, please Daddy.” You’re unsure of yourself but as you watch Kate start twitching underneath you, you think that maybe you’re doing okay at the best.
“Gonna fill your messy pussy with my cum baby girl. Gonna give you all my cum.” Kate is a bit of a babbling mess, sweat starting to form at her hairline. You can hear more people coming up into the VIP area and you know you’re running out of time with your privacy.
Racking your brain, you grab one of Kate’s hands and wrap it around your own throat; a reassuring squeeze to let her know it’s okay. Your hands start traveling across her body, one grips her hair tightly and the other lands under her shirt. Nails scratching her toned stomach you start to grind harshly on her strap. You can feel your wetness dripping down onto her pants and the seat but you can’t help but feel even more arousal knowing that evidence would be left behind. “I need you to cum for me Daddy, people are going to see you soon. See you fucking your little slut right here where anyone can just walk in and see. Making me feel so good.” Your voice is shaky and raspy as Kate gets more confident in her grip on your throat.
Whimpers and groans are escaping Kate’s mouth and she’s starting to get louder as she forces your hips to bounce on top of her, chasing her own high. “That’s right Daddy..U-use me Daddy. Ruin my pussy for everyone else F-f-” She drags you forward by your throat, crashing your lips together to muffle the moans falling from both of your lips. She loses her rhythm and just starts snapping her hips up into you as hard as she can.
The new power she’s slamming into you dangles you over the edge as she hits your g-spot over and over again. You can’t breathe as she kisses you, messy and teeth clashing. Your entire being screams out to ask to cum, you need permission but you’re in charge here. Reluctantly pulling away from Kate, your hand gropes her boob as you try your hardest to smirk down at her. She looks pathetic as she ruts into you like a dog trying to mate. “Cum for me Daddy, fill me up. Make my pussy, your pussy, so messy it’ll drip down my thighs for the rest of the night”.
Your stuttered words seem to work as her head slams into the wall, mouth hanging open. You want to sit there and watch, but you can’t so you slap your hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. A muffled “Fuck, Y/N” reaches your ears and it’s all that it takes for you to finally fall over the edge. Your juices soak her pants and leave a large spot on the couch below you, but you don’t seem to care anymore. Teeth digging harshly into Kate’s covered shoulder so that no one hears your moans.
You both slowly calm down, leaning heavily against each other. She finally comes to her senses, and starts to lift you off of her strap. A long and lazy whine passes your lips as your pussy clenches around nothing, missing being filled already. Her strap is dripping with your climax and you watch as she drags a finger through the wetness and brings it to her mouth. A hum of approval and fluttering eyes cause another wash of arousal, but you know you need to move.
You stand on shaky legs as Kate stands up and readjusts herself. Pulling you into her, an arm wraps around your shoulders as she guides you to the elevator. You look around the room as you pass people and realize that you missed your opportunity today to catch Jet. Sighing in disappointment, you know you’re going to hear it from Yelena about you being irresponsible on mission time. Looking up at Kate’s face, you can’t seem to care about the consequences.
Kate can feel your eyes on her, chuckling with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So you think the red-head would be open to a threesome?”
anon: KateNatReader idea. Avengers thing, Kate and Reader are both Nat’s littles, but Reader acts out because she’s grumpy and jealous that Kate gets to go to work with Nat while Reader is Nat’s little damsel princess who gets locked in the apartment whenever anything goes down.
warnings: ageplay/mdlg dynamics, mommy!nat, little!kate and little!femreader, AU where littles are known just to make things easier
Summary: It's Christmas morning, and there's a loud crash. Where is Kate when you need her?
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader
Genre: Smut...(its basically just smut with barely any plot.)
Word Count: 2294
Warnings: Degradation, Hair pulling, Strap on (r!receiving), Daddy kink, lots of names used, Kate just being rough
*Let me know if I missed anything*
A/N: This was supposed to be a super short drabble but I'm sorta hooked on writing Kate Bishop now sooo fuck. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays though!
**Minors DNI** **18+ Only**
The bed was cold when a crash suddenly woke you. Eyes snapping open you expected to see Kate, your girlfriend jumping up and grabbing her bow, but she’s not there. Jumping out of bed, ignoring the soreness from the night before, you grab the first weapon you can find. Wielding the single plain wooden arrow you start creeping down the stairs. Barely making it down the first five steps before seeing your girlfriend leaning against the wall, way too casual, in a Santa outfit.
“Little girl, why are you out of bed?” The archer reaches up and easily takes the arrow out of your hand, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Well, Santa, if someone wasn’t so loud maybe I wouldn’t have been woken up.” A teasing grin spreads across your face as you watch Kate roll her eyes, tossing the arrow to the side. She reaches up and guides you to her. “Please don’t make me call you Santa the rest of the day, Katie. I don’t think I’ll be able to stand it”
A raspy chuckle escapes Kate’s mouth as she pushes you up against the wall, her lips grazing your neck “Oh but how else will you get your gifts this year?” The pressure of her body as she gently pushes her hips into you makes you moan softly. Kate’s packing under her suit.
Forcing your eyes to focus on the tree behind you that is littered with gifts, “Well Katie I believe I just walk over there and open them. You know, lifting the paper that’s taped. Take the gifts out of the bags” Her hips push into you more forcefully, making it incredibly difficult to keep up the act.
“Oh babygirl, I got a better gift than those lame things back there” Her hands ghost over your body, covered only in one of her t-shirts that are way too big on you, before gripping your thighs and lifting you. Legs wrapped around her hips, she gently ruts into your covered center. “I was gonna let you rest some more, but naughty girls need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you think?”
Meeting her hips, you can feel your arousal soaking your panties and you worry that you're going to leave a mark on her suit. “Please..Babe. Fuck me please” You wanted to play the chase longer, you wanted to make her work for it because she woke you up but she knew she had you as soon as she picked you up.
Her hips are grinding into your center and your clit is aching, you can feel yourself clenching; practically begging to be filled. One of her hands scratches up your side and her thumb slides over your hardened nipple, making your hips stutter and a low whine escape your lips. “You want my cock, babygirl? Hmmm?” A quick over enthusiastic nod is the only answer she receives, making her chuckle. “Then work for it brat” She lets you down, running a soft hand through your hair. You both share a quick smile before you immediately drop to your knees, drawing an appreciative moan out of the archer above you.
You smirk, knowing what seeing you on your knees does to Kate. You quickly unzip her pants but you freeze. The strap that pops out of your girlfriend’s pants is huge, and you’ve never taken anything even close to this size. Sometimes you feel like you struggle to even take Kate’s fingers. A soft whimper comes from the back of your throat, softly looking up at Kate. “I- uh- I don’t think it’ll fit Katie..”
Her hand comes down to touch your hair, fingers playing with a few strands. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit” The hand in your hair grips tightly, pulling your mouth towards the light purple colored cock “Now open your mouth like a good girl and get it ready for your tight pussy”
The muffled moan is forced back down your throat as your archer stuffs as much of the cock into your mouth as possible, moaning herself at the stretch it causes. “That’s right baby, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Making such a mess already and I’ve barely even touched you” Drool is dripping down your chin and soft choking sounds can be heard throughout the apartment as Kate slowly fucks your mouth.
The hand on your head pulls you away from the cock, causing you to whine as you try to chase it back. A quick firm slap across your face stuns you, “Don’t be a needy whore babygirl. On your hands and knees, in front of the tree. Now.” You start to get up on shaky legs to make your way over, but the firm hand on your head stops you. “Crawl.”
You stifle your own whimper as you begin crawling. It should feel humiliating but you can feel Kate’s eyes trained on you. Watching you carefully, locked on your ass as it bounces with her move you make. You can’t help but feel sexy, and incredibly treasured. It makes you even more wet, and you can feel it soaked through your panties. You’re so focused on making it to the tree that you don’t notice Kate has followed you quickly, and has taken off the Santa suit.
A glance behind you when she makes a grunt of appreciation and you note that she’s just in a sports bra and her strap harness; her abs flexing as she moves. You want to turn around and touch them but a hand on your hips stops you. Kate slides your panties down your legs. Watching intensely as your wetness begins dripping down. “Such a messy slut for me.” You feel her fingers ghost over your pussy, and you clench around emptiness.
“Katie please touch me. Need you so much.” A wiggle of your ass rewards you with a stinging slap, and her thumb finally touches your aching clit. Filthy moans fill the apartment and you’re embarrassed by how close you are. “Please don’t tease me. Please I need your fingers, I need you to fill me I-”
Kate harshly slides two fingers in, and the roughness surprises you but only turns you on even more. The pace she sets is quick and immediately has you on edge. “What’s got you like this babygirl? Are you such a dumb slut for me that you can’t think of anything other my fingers? My cock? Do you want to cum baby?” Her hand scratches at your stomach before reaching your nipples, tugging gently. The complete contrast to her fingers in you makes you clench impossibly tight around her. “Cum for me baby, cum all over my fingers” Her teeth dig into the back of your neck, and she thumbs roughly at your clit.
Your orgasm hits you like a train, and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You babble out incoherent thank yous and moans. You’re riding your high, slumping in front of the pile of gifts Kate got you to apologize for all the missions and missed dates when she abruptly pulls her fingers out of you. A high pitched whine escapes as you quickly turn your head to pout at her.
“Hush baby, I wanna taste you” She leans into you and licks a single line up from your now overly empty hole to your clit, sucking the bud into her mouth. Moaning loudly at the taste of you, and hums happily as she laps at your twitching clit.
The sensation is too much, as you weren’t fully over your first orgasm. She’s licking all the drops of cum slowly and painfully mocking. The frustration builds wanting more, wanting to feel her more. “Please faster I- need more Daddy please make me cum again”
Something snaps in her and you know you’re in for it now, “Oh so you’re nothing but a dumb cock slut? Nothing else I give you is good enough is it? You just want Daddy’s cock to fill you and stretch that tight pussy.” Rough hands grab your hips and the tip of the cock rubs through your folds, spreading all your cum. A hand grips your hair and forces you to look up at the tree and the pile of presents. “Daddy spoils you, doesn’t she?”
You nod but a sharp tug on your hair prompts you to answer aloud, “Yes Daddy, you spoil me so good”
A hum makes you panic, thinking you said the wrong thing. A moment of nothing settles across the apartment before you feel spit land on your pussy, and you moan loudly. “Here’s the rules baby, you will count each and every single gift that I spoiled you this year with, saying thank you after each one. If you mess up you lose Daddy’s cock. Understand?”
Before you can even answer the tip of the cock begins stretching your pussy, and you already can’t think. The burn of the stretch is utterly distracting and the gasp as your archer watches her favorite purple color disappear inside you already drags you close to the edge. “Daddy fu-fuck I’ve never been so full before”
Kate’s hips stutter as she hears your moans at being filled by her, and the grip in your hair loosens for a moment. A guttural moan fills the air and seems to ignite Kate’s confidence again and she uses your hair to force you the rest of the way onto the cock. A slap on the ass lands stinging, distracting you from the pain of your archer’s cock stretching your tight pussy “You’re supposed to be counting you spoiled whore.”
You don’t even remember starting to count, all you know is the pounding of Kate’s cock on your g-spot every time you say thank you. Miraculously you don’t lose count until she starts rubbing your clit, spreading your leaking wetness all over. “Fort- um forty- seven? Thank you”
A dark chuckle comes from where Kate’s head is resting on your shoulder blade “Oh my babygirl messed up, but I’m feeling generous today. It is Christmas after all” Her tone should sound firm but the breathiness takes away all the bite. “You’re going to cum until I feel like my cock is done. Until your tears soak your face and you’re begging Daddy to stop. Now cum for me baby”
Her hips are snapping into you and you’re shoved over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you. Your entire body is shaking, only being held up by one of Kate’s hands and the cock in your tight pussy. “C’mon babygirl, don’t stop now. I know you slutty cunt can give Daddy another one. Cry for me, you’re so pretty when you’re messy.” She’s tugging at your clit now and sucking marks all along the back of your neck, teeth close to breaking skin. You’re not sure if you would be too mad either.
You’re already close and the sounds of your wetness is the only thing that you can hear. You lose your breath and you can’t catch it for the life of you. Gasping for air only gets worse when Kate leans up, and starts pounding into you from a different angle. A hand coming down and pushes your head into the ground, the rug rubbing against your cheek each time she thrusts into you. Tears are welling up in your eyes and you know incoherent whines are the only thing coming out of your mouth. You want to beg Kate to stop, but your body betrays you. You’re too far gone in the pleasure as Kate uses your body for the first time. “Da-Daddy, p-p”
She just chuckles airily at you, stuffing three fingers into your mouth as she leans over. “Be a good fuck toy for Daddy and cum one more time. Daddy wants to cum with you.” You instinctually start sucking on her fingers, tears blurring your vision. Her rhythm finally begins to stutter as the friction on her own aching clit gets too overwhelming. “You better cum for me Toy, cum all over Daddy’s cock just like you want to.”
Her moans and words reach your ears as you sob out. Your wetness coating her legs and the floor beneath you. You don’t have time to be embarrassed as she continues to thrust into you chasing her high, forcing you immediately into your fourth orgasm. You don’t remember much after that, just your archer’s moans as she cums ringing through your ears.
The next time you open your eyes the sun is shining brightly and you are back in bed. Kate is carrying a tray of food and Lucky is following closely behind. “Oh! You’re awake.” She immediately sets the food down and both of them jump on the bed. “Are you okay baby? You sorta passed out there? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you? You need to drink-um water! Yes! I brought some! Lucky grab the bottle! We need to ge-” You cut her off with a kiss as Lucky rushes off the bed to grab the water bottle on the floor.
You pull away and watch as the panic that was rising in her eyes fade back into the soft deep oceans you love “Shhh. Katie. I loved it. It was perfect. You are perfect” She smiles and gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead as Lucky comes back with the bottle. You grab it appreciatively and take a long drink. You can feel her eyes on you as she watches you carefully, still a little scared that she hurt you. “Besides, it wasn’t you who fucked me last night. It was Santa, and for a guy who eats a thousand cookies…He’s pretty hot.”
jealous!stepmom wanda and innocent!sub!reader? 👀 maybe her getting jealous seeing r with a touchy natasha
A/N: idk if you wanted a mommy kink included but it’s me so there’s a mommy kink. anyway thanks for requesting!
warnings: 18+ ONLY, mommy kink, legal age gap (early 20s vs 30s), labeling dark!fic since wanda’s unhealthily possessive in this and threatens murder, groping and thigh grinding
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“Are you sure you can’t skip just this once?” Natasha pleads with a nearly convincing pout, one hand playing with your hair while the other rubs your thigh. “You have dinner with them almost every night anyway, it’s not like you’ll miss anything.”
“I’m sorry, but I never miss dinner with them...not because they expect me but because I actually enjoy spending time here.”
“Fine, but text me if it gets boring and I’ll help you escape,” Natasha winks and you laugh while climbing out of the car.
“Bye, Tash. Thanks for the ride!” you call over your shoulder before turning to greet your dad as he opens the front door. “Hey! How’d you know I was here?”
“You’re always early,” your dad jokes as he hugs you before stepping aside to let you in. “I saw who dropped you off, by the way.”
“Let it go, please. We’re just friends.”
“If you insists,” he accepts with his hands in a surrendering position in front of his face, only slightly hiding a smirk as he backs away. “Anyway, I’ll be in my office until dinner since it’s Wanda’s turn tonight. Why don’t you go say hi to her?”
“Of course.”
You set your bag aside and walk down the hall into the kitchen, smiling as you make eye contact with your stepmom, Wanda. She offers you a gentle smile in return as you make your way to the sink to wash your hands.
“Dad says it’s your turn,” you call over your shoulder. “What are you making?”
“I don’t think that’s the most important matter right now.”
You feel a hand grip onto the back of your hair and freeze with a paper towel in your hands, being completely unfamiliar with this side of Wanda but knowing you should give her your full attention immediately.
“What’s wrong, Mommy?”
“You tell me, princess,” she responds with a tightened grip on your hair. “Who was that bitch in the car? What are her intentions with you?”
“She’s just a friend, I promise!”
“With her hands on you like that?”
“Almost all of my friends are touchy! I thought it was normal, I’m sorry.”
“No one is allowed to touch my babygirl like that ever again,” she reminds you in a lower tone. “Not like I touch her.”
Her free hand slips under your sweatshirt and you gasp when she makes her way past the waistband of your leggings, whimpering quietly when her fingers begin ghosting over your clit through your underwear.
“Mommy...”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she chuckles when you nod. “That’s how it feels when the right person does it. Come here.”
Wanda removes both hands and instead leads you by the arm to the kitchen table. She takes a seat and makes you sit on her thigh, placing her hands on your hips and teaching you how to grind on her thigh.
“Now try it yourself,” she commands, holding eye contact with you as you shyly begin grinding and tensing her thigh ever so slightly to bring a bigger reaction out of you. “How is it?”
“So good, Mommy,” you whine with your hands on her shoulders, leaning forward to hide your face and whining louder when she pushes you away.
“I want my sweet kitten to look at me, remember the only person who makes her feel this good when someone else tries it.”
“Yes, Mommy,” you gasp when she helps you along faster, praising you as she does so.
“Good girl. Because I know where Natasha lives and I won’t be leaving her alive if I have to pay her a visit.”
Christmas was a sore subject in the house until Wanda became a part of the family. It was a holiday you spent alone most years. Your father would be too busy with work and your mother always traveled overseas with her latest boyfriend. This one, she swore was going to last but you weren’t really holding your breath.
You were waiting for Wanda in the living room staring at a naked tree with a glass of warm apple cider in hand. The pads of your fingers taped the side of the glass to the rhythm of ‘santa baby’ as it played gently in the background. She insisted a few years ago that you buy the top Christmas hits record and it's played throughout the house every year since.
Her huffs as she descended down the stairs with her arms full of boxes made you smile behind your glass as she plopped them onto the ground and dusted off her hands.
“I still don’t understand why you don’t just use your magic.”
“I’m perfectly capable of carrying boxes, detka.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You tease, saluting.
You helped her with the lights first. You wanted to get them out of the way knowing how annoying untangling them can be. No matter how neatly you pack them they always end up a tangled mess and a complete pain in your ass. You groaned growing frustrated by the second and looked up at Wanda with a pitiful pout.
“Could you please use your magic to untangle these?”
“Fine, lyubov. Only cause your pout is so damn irresistible.” She said, pecking your lips.
You smiled, humming lightly as red tendrils removed the lights from your hands, weaving them untangled as she rolled her fingers. The way they moved never ceased to catch you in a trance. Nor did the look of concentration on her face as the final knot came undone.
“There.” She smiled, lowering them into your lap. “Happy now?”
“Very.”
“I’ll start with the fireplace while you get the tree.”
You abandoned your cider, and began hanging them up the way you have since you were a child. You remember when your mother would be the one helping you. A frown permanently on her face at your father's absence but this time around, the house was all smiles. When you got the call he would be out of town for the weekend it did nothing but lift your holiday spirits.
When you were finished, you turned on the lights, stepping back to admire your work when Wanda’s arms wrapped around your front pulling you into her hold.
“Ready for the ornaments?” She asked, kissing your shoulder as you nodded against her.
“I like the new ones you picked out. I’m surprised they aren’t all red.”
“I can switch it up every once in a while. You of all people should know that.” She jested, kissing you once more before letting you go.
Gold, red and purple ornaments shimmered inside the box. The colors reflected off your palm as you held them, delicately placing them on the tree.
“Oh shoot. I forgot the tinsel.”
“You hate tinsel.” You giggled, hanging up the last few as Wanda grabbed the star, “You always say it’s too messy to clean and again I say - magic.”
“You rely on my magic too much you brat.” She joked, lightly smacking your ass as she stood beside you.
“I do not. I just - I really like seeing you, ya know.” You chuckled, wiggling your fingers.
“Oh, is that it?”
“Yup.”
“Well in that case.”
You squealed as she pulled you back into her arms, one hand resting on your hip as the other held up the star. She waved her hand surrounding the star surrounded by red tendrils. Her fingers rolled around the orb as she lifted it into the air, reminding you of all the other times she's skillfully used them on you.
“How’s that?” She husked.
“Hmm?”
“The star detka?” She chuckled, “Is it crooked?”
You snapped your gaze away from her fingers and smiled seeing the start perfectly settled on top of the tree.
“It’s perfect, Wands.”
“Why don’t I make us some hot chocolate to take with us to the rink.” She suggested, kissing your jaw before you turned around in her arms.
“We can skip ice skating this year.”
“But you love it.” She frowned.
“But you don’t. I want you to have a good time too. We can do something else, I don’t mind.”
A grin twisted her lips and she ducked her head shyly. “I’ve been practicing.”
“You have?”
“I know how much you love it and I wanted it to be something we could enjoy together. Instead of you skating alone while I sit on the bench the whole time.” She shrugged.
Your smile lit your face as you pulled her down for a kiss. Her soft lips caressing yours, barely able to add pressure as she smiled too. Your heart skipped inside your chest that she took time out of her days just to spend more time with you doing something you loved - like it did every single time you found something else that made you fall even deeper for her.
“Well, I have to see this then.”
"Prepare to be amazed, malyshka."
"I'll believe it when I see it - Ow!" You playfully glared, rubbing the sting tingling on your ass as she chuckled.
“Hang up the stockings. They should be in the same box some of the old ornaments are in.”
“Yes, mommy.” You smirked, pecking her lips and moving quickly out of her reach before she could grab you.
Excitement filled your chest as you stared at the massive tree in the center of the rink. People of all ages zoomed by you as you put on your skates. You couldn't wait to see just how much Wanda improved. You chuckled to yourself remembering last years fiasco when she vowed to never put on ice skates again.
“What are you laughing about?”
“Oh, nothing. Just the memory of you falling on your ass for the fourth time with that adorable little frown you do.”
Her eyes narrowed as you got on your knees to help her with her laces.
“Yeah well, that’s not happening this year,” She mumbled, “and I’m not adorable.”
“Debatable.”
“Detka, I will-
“What? Spank me for giving you a compliment?” You teased, being ever the gentlewoman helping her to her feet.
“Keep teasing and I won’t let you open a present on Christmas eve.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would.” She husked, leaning in to graze her lips over your ear, “You’re gonna want to open it, malyshka, I promise you.”
Her teeth nipped your lobe, pulling away before you could register what happened as she walked onto the rink. When her feet hit the ice, your jaw dropped as she glided away without much effort.
“Come on detka or I’ll leave you behind!”
She blew you a kiss before taking off and you were equally shocked and excited that the older woman hadn’t fallen flat on her face.
“Oh, it’s on Maximoff!”
You raced each other around the rink, laughing and giggling - dodging children- until the two of you were too winded and decided to take a break. You rested on a bench, head on her shoulder as she ran her hand up and down your arm to fight off the chill. Your eyes briefly closed, listening to her soft voice as she quietly sang along to the song playing from the speakers.
"Can we come back after Christmas? I need to redeem myself." You sighed.
Her laughter filled your ears, making you lightly tap her hip as you pouted.
“I can’t believe you beat me.”
“Now that was a bonus I did not expect but will gladly take from my lessons.”
“Shut up.” You mumbled raising your head.
She grabbed your jaw, biting her lips to try and hide her smile but it broke through as you playfully glared.
“Aww, is someone being a sore loser?”
Your eyes flickered down to her lips and you swallowed thickly nodding your head as you moved forward.
“Ah Ah,” She said, tightening her hold, “Sore losers don’t get kisses.”
Your pout deepened as her eyes sparkled with amusement.
“You’re queen of the ice, Wanda.” You deadpanned, moving forward again, smiling as she let you, “All hail queen Wanda. Can I have my kiss now?”
Just when your lips were about to meet, an elderly woman coughed making you frown when you flickered your gaze to meet hers. You scowled at her look of disappointment, not knowing if it was because you were with another woman or the very clear age gap between you two. Wanda sighed, tightening her hold forcing you to look at her as she quirked her brow.
“Stop focusing on the prude and give mommy a kiss like you want.”
You met her lips, sighing as she pressed hers firmly against you. The hand on your jaw moved to the nape of your neck and you grabbed her shoulder pulling her closer to you. Every time you kissed her it felt so much like the first. Like everything fell into place and you never wanted to be anywhere else. Her tongue grazed your bottom lip and you parted yours without a second thought. You moaned as she explored your mouth, taking her time before pulling away to let you breathe. You rested your forehead against hers, smiling as she pecked the corner of your mouth.
“Want to go home and watch a movie?” She asked, kissing you chastely before pulling away.
“Mhm, can we have cookies too?”
“I can make us some, detka.” She said, standing and helping you up.
If anyone asked, movie marathons typically bored you but cuddling with Wanda while you watched all the classics was one of your favorite things to do. Her little smiles and giggles vibrated in her chest while you traced lazy patterns on her hip underneath the blanket. Her hand scratched lightly against your scalp, moving down to the nape of your neck when you shifted slightly, tucking your leg between hers.
"Are you paying attention, detka?"
"Of course I am." You lied, moving your hand underneath her gown as she hummed.
You ran your thumb along her inner thigh, brushing against the seam of her underwear. Her hips twitched slightly as you traced the fabric. You could feel her heat on your fingers and you smirked knowing that no matter what act she tried to pull, you were having an effect on her.
"I don't think you are."
"Seems like you're the one not paying attention."
You kissed her collar bone, trailing your lips up her neck, nipping at the spots you knew she loved.
“Malyshka?”
“Yes?” You smirked, whimpering when the hand that massaged your scalp tightened in your locks, pulling your head back to look up at her.
“Is someone being a little whore for mommy?”
You rolled your hips against her thigh, sighing when you felt her muscles tense underneath. Her hand moved over your hips and settled on the curve of your ass to continue your movements - not that you planned to stop.
“Did I leave you needy this morning?” She asked, her breath hitching in her throat as you cupped her center.
“No, I just -
You whimpered, rubbing her panty covered clit, swallowing thickly as you felt her wetness seep out of the fabric.
“You just what?” She asked, lightly bucking her hips as she squeezed your flesh in her hands, quickening your pace against her thigh.
“I want to taste you.”
Her lips twisted into a smirk, spreading her legs as she released you from her hold.
"Is that any way to ask?"
"Please, can I taste you?"
She pulled you into a searing kiss, biting your bottom lip as you added pressure against her clit.
"Get on your knees, detka."
You slid off the couch, removing the blanket. You rested your hands on her thighs as she rose her gown around her waist. Her smell alone made your mouth water and the wet patch on her panties made the heat between your own legs grow. You’d never understand how you were able to have this much of an effect on her, but you thanked the heavens it was you who got the privilege.
“Can I take them off?” You whispered, looking up at her behind your eyelashes
She raised her hips in response, your hands quickly sliding them down her thighs, tossing them to the side as she laid bare for you. Her lower lips parted, glistening under the light as the hood of her clit peaked through her wet folds.
“So beautiful.” You mumbled, licking a path through them to circle her clit.
“God I love your tongue, malysh.” She moaned.
Her hand returned to your head, pushing you flush against her as she bucked her hips. You sucked her lower lips, licking the slick from them as you let them go with a pop and pulled her clit into your mouth. Her moans were music to your ears as you lightly nipped and sucked, lathing it with your tongue.
“Just like that.”
You let it go with a pop to lick against her entrance. Her hole opening and tightening as you slowly pushed it inside.
“Oh, fuck, malyshka."
You moaned, curling your tongue against her velvet walls as her other hand met the back of your neck. You would live here forever between her thighs if you could. Drowning in her sweet taste and heady scent as she fucked your face to chase her high. You felt your own slick pooling into your underwear and pulled out slowly replacing it with your fingers stretching her out.
“So good, detka. Don’t stop.”
Her phone rang, making you smirk against her as you sucked her clit back into your mouth, pushing your fingers in deeper as she answered breathlessly.
“Hello?”
You curled them, finding the spot that normally made her cry out for you, and sucked hard as you watched her head fly back in a silent scream. The voice on the phone was muffled, repeating their question when Wanda didn't answer.
“What? Yeah no, we’re fine.” She stammered.
You added a third finger, clenching your thighs as her walls tightened around you. A part of you wanted to fuck into her hard, wanted to rip a moan from her throat so your father could hear his wife properly being taken care of, but you didn’t want to ruin your Christmas and you definitely didn’t want to cut this time with her short.
So you fucked into her slowly enjoying the way her pussy felt as it fluttered around you. Warm and wet as you explored her walls.
“It’s - It’s fine.” She choked out, tightening her hold on you as she bucked her hips in time with your fingers.
“Yeah, yeah, new years sure.” She mumbled, coughing into the phone to disguise her whimper as your tongue flicked over her clit.
“Fuck, I said it’s fine. Y/n and I are watching a movie and you’re making me miss the best part.”
You chuckled against her, letting her clit go with a pop. She playfully glared down at you, moving her hand out of your hair to lightly slap your cheek before bringing it to the back of your neck.
“Yup, mhm. Ok, yeah, you too. Bye.”
She threw the phone onto the other side of the couch, pulling you up by your neck and crashing her lips on yours. She moaned into your mouth, tasting herself as she flipped you on your back and crawled up your body.
You whimpered as her thighs met the side of your head, her pussy drenched in her slick and your spit.
“You’re landing yourself on the naughty list, detka.” She teased.
“Any way I can turn that around?”
“Be a good girl and stick out that slutty tongue for, mommy.” She husked, whimpering as you obeyed.
The morning of Christmas eve you woke up to red strands tickling your nose. You shifted smiling at Wanda’s light snores as she pulled you closer subconsciously in her sleep. You wished you could wake up to her like this every morning.
You lifted slightly and caught a glimpse of snow falling outside the window. Your smile widened and the woman underneath you slowly opened her eyes.
“Morning lyubov.” She rasped, kissing your arm as she traced soft patterns on your skin.
You leaned down, pecking her lips, your smile growing as she hummed against you.
“It’s snowing.” You whispered, not able to contain your excitement.
“It is?” She asked, scrunching her nose as she turned her head. “Looks like you got your wish, detka.”
You bit your bottom lip, rubbing her cheek as she focused her green eyes back on you. These moments you wanted to keep for the rest of your life. The quiet ones where it was just the two of you and no one else in the world mattered.
“Want to know what I really wish for?”
“I always want to know what makes you happy.”
You thought for a moment if you should say it out loud. If you should break the peaceful moment and bring up what you truly wanted. For her to be yours and yours alone.
“Hey,” She said, cupping your cheek to snap you out of your thoughts, “You should open your gift now.”
You furrowed your brows as she licked her bottom lip.
“But we normally do that at night?”
“I know, but I want you to have it now.” She said, sitting up before you had a chance to further question her motives. You followed after her, grabbing a robe on the way out to combat the chill.
She pulled out a box from under the tree, it was small and expertly wrapped in a way that you’d only expect from Wanda.
“Go on, lyubov.” She said, wrapping her arms around herself as you fiddled with the ribbon.
You took care in opening it, not wanting to destroy her work but also anxious for what was inside.
The box was black and velvet, smooth to the touch as you opened it. Your breath hitched in your throat at the ring inside. A silver band with an amber stone placed in the center, attached to a silver chain.
“Wanda what?”
“I - If you don’t like it -
“I love it.” You choked out.
“It's a promise to you.” She whispered, making you look at her in wonder as she shuffled in place, “I want what you want, malysh. I just have to do a few things first before I can leave him. I just need you to be a little patient. Can you do that?”
Your heart flipped inside your chest as her words sunk in. A part of you didn't want to believe her. You didn't want to open yourself up to the chance of it never happening and becoming a cliche, but you knew Wanda has never lied to you.
“Yes.” You whispered. "I can do that."
She took the box from your hands, the ring dangling on the silver chain as she gestured for you to turn around. Your hair was moved to the side as she clasped it around your neck.
“Thank you.” You whispered, turning around in her arms. “Wait, is this the gift you threatened not to let me open?”
“No, Y/n.” She chuckled, “That’s the big box and you’re just going to have to wait now.”
You rolled your eyes playfully not at all upset about waiting when the most important gift you’ve ever been given rested against your chest.
“Come on. Let’s eat then we can play in the snow.” She winked.
As night fell you cuddled up to Wanda eating gingerbread as you stared at the last present she’s had yet to let you open. You were close to begging but knew if you did she would make you wait longer.
You pretended to pay attention to the movie occasionally glancing over at the maroon wrapped gift.
“Your thoughts are loud you know.”
“You’re torturing me.” You groaned.
“And here I thought I’ve taught you patience.” She teased, grabbing your jaw to turn your attention away from the box.
“You have - for the most part. Come on can I open it now? Pleeease, Mommy?”
“You are asking nicely.” She teased, kissing away your pout.
You whined as she moved away but quickly smiled in excitement when she stood up to grab the box.
“Upstairs and on the bed, detka.”
Your heart sped up as she gazed down at you. You could only guess what was inside and for a moment your imagination began to take over until her lips began to part as she quirked her brow. You were on your feet and up the stairs, quickly removing your clothes and folding them to place on the dresser.
Not surprisingly, Wanda took her time and all you could do was sit, waiting while the clock dwindled down, the heat between your legs became unbearable. You were seconds away from testing your fate, running your hand along your thigh when the door opened with a click.
All the air was removed from your lungs when Wanda walked in carrying the box in nothing but a red lingerie set. The see through lace hugging her body the way you wanted your hands to.
“See something you like malyshka?”
“I - holy fuck.” You whispered, chest heaving as she made her way to the bed.
“Open your present for, Mommy.”
The care you had before was gone, not missing her smirk as you ripped through the paper. Your lips parted in shock as you opened the box. Silk rope, a blindfold, and countless other toys rested inside.
“Lay down.”
You nodded, at a loss for words. Wetness spreading on your inner thighs as you shifted on the bed. She set the box aside, grabbing the silk rope first as you rose your arms without having to be told.
“Such a good girl for, mommy. So well behaved.” She cooed, straddling your waist and tying your wrist to the bedposts. “How does that feel?”
“Good.” You sighed, tugging them and loving the way they felt on your skin.
She hummed, licking her lips as she ran her hands ran down your body. Her nipples strained against the lace as she rolled her hips.
“Before I put on the blindfold, what do you say when things get too intense?”
“Scarlett.”
“Good girl.”
She tweaked your nipples between her fingers, grabbing your flesh in her hands as you arched your back. She grabbed the blindfold next, securing it around your eyes and incasing you in darkness. You heard her shuffle around the items in the box and gasped clenching your thighs as vibrations reached your ear the closer she got.
“What if I just want to see you - can I have a word for that?” You asked.
“Just tell me and I’ll think about it.” She husked, running the vibe down your chest to circle your aching nipples. You whimpered arching your back as she raised it with a chuckle before lowering it to rest against your mound. You bucked your hips as she held it above your clit, never going any further.
“Mommy.”
“Is there something you want?”
“My clit, please. I - fuck!”
She spread your folds, resting it against your clit. You rolled your hips, clenching your hands into fists as she rubbed it against you and turned up the vibrations.
“So pretty, malyshka.”
She lowered it slowly, coaxing out moans and whimpers as she held it against your opening, slightly pushing it in only to tease and pull it out.
“Please I -
“No begging, detka. Let mommy take care of you, ok?”
You nodded, whimpering as she pushed it inside. Your breath hitched as she left it there.
“You’re being so good for me.”
She rolled her hips against your pussy, the vibrations increasing making tears sting behind your eyelids.
“Fuck, Mommy don’t stop I-
“I want you to cum for me like this, detka.” She moaned, increasing her pace. The lace adding delicious friction on your clit as the coil in your belly tightened.
“Shit. S’close.” You whimpered, wishing for a moment you could grab her hips as she rode you. You bucked against her, her body bouncing slightly as your walls tightened feeling her wetness seep onto you. Her hands grabbed your breast, squeezing them in her hands as your hips lost their rhythm, her name falling from your lips.
“That’s it, cum for mommy, lyubov.”
Your orgasm crashed over you, a grunt ripping from your throat as she came right after you, digging her nails into your skin as moaned. Subtle tremors ran through your body as she slowed her movements to a stop, pulling it out to rub against your throbbing clit. The vibrations stopped and your breath hitched when you felt the plastic rest on your lips.
“Open up, detka.”
You moaned at your taste, sucking it between your lips as she slowly fucked your mouth.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
“Th’nk y’mom’y” You whimpered, heat rising to your cheeks at the praise and you licked the tip before she pulled it out.
The bed dipped as she lifted her hips and you felt the familiar tingle of her magic in the air. The hardness of her fake cock rested against your hip as she ran her fingers up your body. She leaned down, the lace scraping against your nipples making you sigh as she kissed the corners of your mouth.
“Always remember I’m yours, detka.” She said, rubbing the cock against your folds. Pushing slowly inside as she brushed her lips against yours. “And you are mine.”
A moan ripped from your throat as she bottomed out in one thrust. The bed dipping beside your head as she rested her hand there, increasing her pace as she rutted inside you. Your moans caught in your throat, the head brushing against your walls as she snapped her hips against you.
“Mommy, don’t stop s'good.”
“I’m not going to stop until your tight little pussy is filled with my cum.”
Your breath hitched, walls clenching at her words. She hasn’t used this strap in so long and you grew desperate as your belly twisted, bucking against her wanting to feel her cum.
“Please.”
She shifted, grabbing your leg to wrap around her waist, pushing her cock deeper inside you as she pounded inside you. Everything was more intense with the blindfold, completely at her mercy and not knowing what she was going to do next.
"Mommy, fuck!"
Her fingers tugged your clit, pinching it between her fingers as her hand wrapped around your throat. Tears fell and caught within the fabric, as you tried to hold off what your body wouldn't let you.
“I-
“You don’t need to ask. Not tonight.” She grunted. "Cum for me."
Her fake cum spilled inside you, as you came. Her hips grinded against you, squirting more inside before she slowly pulled out to watch your walls twitch and flutter as her cum leaked out of your pussy.
"So sexy." She moaned, thrusting back inside as your back arched.
“Want more.” You slurred, “Mommy, please.”
“Are you mommy’s cum slut baby?”
“Yes, fuck.”
You wrapped your legs around her waist as she pushed more of her cum inside you, fucking it deeper with every roll of her hips.
“Cum for me again, detka.” She demanded. "Give me another one."
"Wana see you."
"Then be a good girl for me and give me what I want."
She tightened her hold on your throat, cutting off your moans as she rubbed your clit in tight circles. You felt the coil in your belly tighten almost painfully as another wave crashed over you.
“So beautiful. I love watching you fall apart for me, lyubov."
Her hand left your throat, nails digging into your skin as she slapped your breast before cupping it in her hand.
“I want - please, mommy."
She leaned down, the new angle making you whimper as her lips wrapped around your nipple. Her teeth scraping against it, soothing it with her tongue as she let it go with a pop.
“What do you want? Mommy can’t give it to you if you don’t use your words.” She teased, sinking her teeth into the swell of your breast.
“Blindfold, off.” You panted.
"Ok, detka." She chuckled, pulling her cock out slowly as she sat up.
You whimpered twitching your hips, as she teased the head on your clit.
"Need a break?" She asked.
"Mhm."
The blindfold was removed from your eyes. Her body on full display as she smiled down at you. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman you've ever seen and you couldn't believe that one day she'd be completely yours.
"I -
You choked on your words. Words you've only said once before but have never been brave enough to say again. You swallowed thickly as she cupped her cheek, tracing her thumb softly over your lips.
"Me too, Y/n." She whispered, leaning down to kiss you gently as she waved her hand to undo the rope that held your wrist. You wrapped your arms around, putting everything you felt into the kiss.
