You had been avoiding wanda this past week after that kiss you two shared at Sunday mass. She had been acting extremely clingy. Calling all the time, showing up to your house. You couldn't take it. You won't deny it, you found Wanda extremely attractive but the guilt you had was eating you alive. You had a boyfriend. Tucker. Who you have been dating since your 17th birthday. He was sweet, kind and so good to you. But that kiss you and wanda shared was still replaying in your head. Part of you was avoiding wanda because you knew you'd let her take you the moment you two were alone.
You wanted it bad. You knew it was bad when you almost moaned out Wanda’s name instead of your boyfriends.
You couldn't have felt that guilty because if you did you wouldn't be letting wanda eat your pussy on you and your boyfriends shared bed. “You need me sweetheart, that silly boy cant eat this pussy as good as me” she says slipping two fingers into you. “No mommy, he cant” you moan out. She smiles as she goes to suck on your clit making you arch off from the bed. Her tongue is going fast, flicking as fast as she can whilst she pumps her two fingers deeper. “Fuck wanda” you cry out. “Yes baby, say my name. Not his” “yes, yes. Fuck” you yell out hips bucking against her face. “Your pussy's been aching for mommy, hasn't it?” you nod “mommy gonna cum, please let me come” you whine.
“Nuh uh” she stops. Reaching into the bag she had brought with her. You watch her put on the harness. The strap on is bid and red. Bigger than your boyfriends. “You’ve been such a good girl for me sweetheart, letting me eat that cheating little pussy. Now im gonna fuck you with my cock in your boyfriends bed.”
Summary: Wanda catches you out in a lie. Will you tell her the truth on your own or will she find her own way to get it out of you? Hopefully all before Natasha comes home.
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: 18+, mommy kink, daddy kink, dom/sub, strap-on use (r receiving), strap referred to as cock, grinding to vaginal sex, a lil dumbification and degradation, some plot, dacryphilia, belly bulge, nipple sucking for comfort, Wanda's a little mean in the beginning, aftercare
A/N: the things i write when i'm bored at work.
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You blink down hazily, struggling to control your ragged breaths. Your hands are braced next to Wanda's waist, sliding the smooth curve of her strap between your folds. You squeeze your legs together harder when the blunt tip bumps against you on the forward slide, gasping sharply when it presses firm and heavy on the reverse. A whimper slips out at the wet, needy sounds echoing in the bedroom. You freeze mid-motion, heat rushing up your tummy and neck out of embarrassment.
"Look at Mommy," Wanda commands.
You look up slowly, sucking in your bottom lip when your body accidentally shifts. You meet her gaze. Her green eyes are dark, nearly black, as she studies your face. Her head rests lazily against the headboard, watching you like an entertaining television show. Her eyes move lower, noting the way you inch forward, your walls clenching, wanting to be filled.
Desperate, you rock forward until the tip rests right against your opening.
Wanda’s hands shoot to your hips. Her fingertips dig hard into your hipbones, anchoring you in place before you can push any further. Her stern voice cuts straight through the pounding in your ears.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Her eyebrow raises, the corner of her lip pulling up in a disbelieving smirk. With a sudden shift, she pulls you back, letting the tip slip out entirely and forcing you down near the base.
You groan quietly, your eyebrows pulling together in frustration. You were so close to being full after the past twenty minutes of torture.
Before you can even blink, Wanda grips your wrist and yanks it toward her. With your balance gone, you barely manage to plant your hand higher up, stopping your face inches from her bare breasts.
She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "Answer Mommy's question," she whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. Her tone drops, her voice dripping with condescension. "Or is my baby too stupid to speak right now?"
You whine pitifully, burying your face in her chest to hide from her gaze. Your thoughts are beginning to slow, your limbs turning into jelly. "I-I didn't do it on purpose," you manage to mumble out.
Her hand leaves your hip, her thumb and index finger clamping firmly around your chin to force your face back up. She's wearing that amused, knowing expression she gives you whenever she catches you out in an obvious lie.
"Say that again," she orders, tilting her head. "Say it clearly, and I'll let you have your way." She leans closer, her lips brushing yours as she speaks. "If you can do it, Mommy will slide her cock all the way inside you, just like you want."
You bite your bottom lip hard, the image making your opening gush and your insides tighten. You suck in a deep breath, releasing it slowly to prepare yourself. Wanda's other hand releases your wrist and moves it beside you.
Your voice trembles despite the preparation. "I didn't—"
You cut off with a sharp gasp as Wanda’s thumb presses hard against your clit, rubbing in slow, heavy circles.
"Hmm..." Wanda drawls, her voice far too bright and cheerful against your growing dread. "I guess you couldn't do it. And here I thought my baby was smart. All you had to do was say six words."
She releases your chin, her thumb moves to press your bottom lip open, moving against your lip in the exact same slow rhythm her other thumb is using against your clit. Her eyes are bright, her breaths heavy, clearly pleased by how easily she can manipulate your mouth.
It's unfair.
"But… but you" you start, your words jumbled from Wanda slipping her thumb deeper between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. "You cheated," you just barely manage to choke out when she applies more pressure.
Wanda tilts her head, her expression morphing into an innocent, pitying smile. "How could I have cheated when the rules only apply to you?" she asks slowly, speaking as if she doesn't think you can comprehend simple words.
"Y-You—" you stammer in disbelief.
She abruptly presses her thumb hard against your clit, forcing a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks against her. She continues speaking as if you aren't wriggling uncontrollably on top of her. Every time you try to twist away from the overwhelming sensation, she presses harder, your slick spreading across her cock the more you squirm.
"I what, baby?" she asks. She tilts her ear toward you, mimicking someone listening intently. "Mommy was just trying to help you."
You try to think of a response, anything for her to fill your aching emptiness, but your mind is completely blank. Tears prick your eyes at the unfairness of the situation, your lips wrapping around Wanda's thumb automatically when you realize you can't bite the inside of your cheek.
Wanda gives you an almost triumphant smile. "Good girl," she praises, her voice shifting into a lighter, pleased pitch when you slump against her defeatedly. Her thumb releases your clit, your body chasing the feeling again even though you had moved away just earlier. Her fingers swipe down against your folds, making you tremble against her from the sensitivity.
She pulls her hand back and brings her fingers in front of your eyes. Your slick drips from her fingers. She presses the pads of her thumb and index finger together, then slowly pulls them apart, stretching a thick, glistening string of your own arousal between them. It catches the bedroom light perfectly.
Your face flushes at the undeniable evidence of your reaction. You try to turn your head away but Wanda presses her thumb harder against your tongue, forcing your gaze to stay in place. She rubs your slick between her fingers, studying it closely like she does when she's looking at a document in her office. Wanda is silent, making the sound of your uneven breathing more apparent.
"Hmm…" she muses, eyes drifting back down to where you're dripping against her cock. Her lips curve into a smirk. "Honey, you know this is supposed to be a punishment right? You were whining so much earlier, but look at you making a mess."
Your insides throb from the mixture of shame and desire. You gnaw on her thumb lightly, a single tear finally slipping from your lower lashes and tracking slowly down your cheek. Wanda's eyes soften briefly before shifting back to her amused expression. She taps her index finger against your chin, prompting you to release her thumb from your teeth. She brushes your tear away with it, her eyes glimmering with desire.
"Daddy always folds whenever you look at her like that," Wanda says softly, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "She hates it when you cry. Immediately turning into a teddy bear just to make you smile again."
Natasha… Daddy would always stop her teasing the moment your bottom lip began to tremble, tears forming in your eyes. She'd fret about, tickling your sides to stop you from crying. Mommy is different.
She tilts your chin up slightly, ensuring you meet her eyes.
"But I know these aren't sad tears," Wanda continues, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Mommy can't help but tease you more when you look like this." She brings her thumb to her lips, licking away the remnants of your tear.
Without warning, her hands clamp firmly down on your hips, anchoring you tightly against her. The sudden movement forces a sharp gasp from your throat, your entire body jolting when your clit presses hard against her cock.
You look up at her with wide, startled eyes.
She leans her head in close to you. "Now, let's start again," she whispers lowly in your ear.
She begins to guide your hips, forcing you to slide against her again. It moves between your folds easily. Wanda's stomach glistens from where your slick has dripped down.
"Every time you stop from now on, I'll add five spanks to your punishment," she warns in a low, dangerous tone. "And it won't be from me. Daddy is soft on you most of the time, but you know how Daddy feels about you blatantly disregarding our words."
You force yourself to slide forward, whines exiting your mouth as you remember the last time Daddy had spanked you.
"Mommy…" you whimper shakily. It's getting too hard to move your body. Sweat drips down your back from the overwhelming sensation of her prodding right at your entrance, only to slip away every single time. "Too tired," you whine, your movements slowing to a crawl.
Wanda lets out a disappointed sigh. "No wonder you're tired," she says. She lets your hips come to a stop, but she keeps her hands firmly in place. She meets your eyes, leveling you with a hard stare.
"Mommy was so excited to see you after three days. So excited, that Mommy even left Daddy behind when we had to stop at the company building and took a taxi here herself." She lets out a slow breath. "But imagine Mommy's confusion when she found her baby sitting on the kitchen island, when she knows she's not supposed to."
You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes drifting downward to her chest.
"Look at me," she says, the authority in her voice forcing your eyes back to hers. She narrows her eyes slightly. "And imagine Mommy's surprise when she opened the fridge to find all the food she made you still there. Except…" She leans in closer. "Only one bite was taken from every container. As if her usually sweet girl did it on purpose."
Guilt claws at your chest, making you bite down harder on your cheek. You press your hands into the mattress, pushing yourself up and leaning back to avoid her gaze, trying to ignore the wet sounds that erupt at the movement.
Wanda's stern voice eases slightly, her eyes watching you with care to make sure you don't lose your balance and fall backward.
"Mommy was so worried to find six coffee capsules missing," she continues, her voice softening into that incredibly gentle tone she uses when she knows you've had a terrible day. "Even though her baby girl knows it makes her anxiety worse, even if she doesn't realize it at the time."
She tilts her head, searching your face as you try to turn away.
"When Mommy asked you earlier, your face fell and she knew you wanted to tell her what's wrong, but instead you decided to talk back," Wanda notes softly. "So? Do you finally want to tell Mommy why every time she called you, you said that you were doing great and that you were eating well?"
Your gaze drops. The guilt is still fresh and heavy, pressing down on you despite how sluggish your brain and body feel. You really had wanted to tell Wanda why you were acting out when she first asked. You wish you had just confessed over the phone on the very first day they were away. But back then, you had already made the decision to have two coffees when you knew you should've only had one. Your bad behavior had spiraled from there.
It had all culminated in her arrival today—and the crushing, sad expression on Wanda's face when she realized you had barely touched the food she lovingly made for you. Even then, when she had given you so many chances to just be honest, you had talked back instead.
You know Wanda and Natasha can't just drop everything to be with you. You tell yourself you need to toughen up. It's just so hard being alone now, especially since you met them and learned what it feels like to be cherished. You knew you needed this punishment just so the weight of the guilt would finally stop crushing you. And you know she sees right through you. She knows it, too.
You shake your head. The confession is right there on the tip of your tongue, but the simmering guilt in your chest refuses to let it out just yet.
Her lips pull into a thin line. "Fine," she says, all the softness in her voice gone. "That's five spanks then. Mommy didn't forget. " She pulls your hips toward her, her fingertips digging into your skin. You bite your lip, trying to stop the moan that still slips out at the sudden stimulation.
Once the tip prods at your weeping entrance, you expect her to let it slip away as she has been this entire time, but instead it slips inside and she forces your momentum backwards and down, sinking her entire cock into you at once.
You cry out loudly, your arms wrapping around Wanda's shoulders instinctively. Your walls flutter uncontrollably, the tight ball that had been wound in your lower tummy for the past half hour finally unravels, your thoughts exploding and blanking all at once. Your thighs tremble against Wanda's, your cheek squishing against her shoulder as your ragged breaths puff against her neck.
Wanda shifts beneath you, sitting up more properly but sending her cock deeper into you until you feel it hit a wall and can't go any further. You whine from the overstimulation, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Your breasts press against Wanda's, bringing some comfort as your thoughts come back to Earth but a haze rests over you brain. The rush of emotions jumbles your head, but you know one thing. You just want your Mommy.
"If you don't start moving in ten seconds, I'm adding another five spanks," Wanda reminds you sternly. You lift up slightly, your knees aching from being bent for so long. You wrap them around Wanda's torso, sinking back down on her cock sending whimpers past your lips. You rest your head back on her shoulder, squeezing your arms and legs around her tightly.
"You're not getting out of this by acting cute and snuggly now, baby."
She brings her hand to your chin, tilting it so that you're forced to look up at her. Your bottom lip wobbles, tears pooling above your lower lashes. Your breaths come out in ragged gasps, the way they always do right before you start sobbing.
Wanda's eyes widen in alarm.
Her hand rushes to your cheek, cupping it with gentleness. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asks frantically, her voice thick with worry as her eyes desperately scan your face and your trembling body.
You shake your head, tears falling steadily down your cheeks as you finally spill everything you've been carrying since the moment they left.
"I-I'm sorry, Mommy," you sob, your voice watery and broken. You try your best to time your words between desperate gasps. "I s-should've just told you when you asked me, but I didn't. I was being bad on purpose."
Wanda rubs her thumb against your cheekbone, soothing the track of your tears as she watches you attentively. You know you should feel guilty for letting her comfort you right now, but instead, the warmth of her hand helps even out your ragged breathing.
"The house was too quiet, and my head was just so loud," you confess, a fresh wave of tears hitting your throat. "Daddy wasn't there at night, snoring loudly like usual. A-and you weren't there tossing and turning all night. No one was there at the table watching me eat like a-always."
You pause, sniffling softly as you try to rein in your big feelings. Wanda waits patiently, knowing you aren't done yet. You force yourself to take a deep breath, and she nods encouragingly, giving you the strength to finish.
"I know I shouldn't have lied on the phone, but I didn't want to worry you and Daddy. I have to learn to be okay by myself again," you breathe out. But the tears build all over again as the memory of the past few days crashes over you. "B-but then the coffee shop was so busy, and my professor wouldn't slow down in class. And I-I missed you guys, and I was alone. And-and—"
Wanda gently pulls your head down against her shoulder, cutting off your spiraling thoughts as she begins hushing you softly. You sniffle against her neck, trying to stabilize your uneven breaths. Wanda wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, pressing one of her hands flat against your back. She begins to pat you in that slow, steady rhythm Natasha always uses whenever you're having a hard time breathing.
The guilt that had been simmering under your skin instantly dissolves at her words. You press your face closer to Wanda's neck, the timing of her pats finally evening out your breathing.
"We have a lot to talk about," Wanda notes gently. "But for now, do you want Mommy to pull out? You're probably all sensitive and swollen from rubbing against Mommy's cock for so long."
You blink blearily letting the remaining tears flow down and drip against Wanda's collarbone. You watch as the tears travel down the swell of her breasts, then to her stomach where it melds with your fresh arousal. You're exhausted, physically and emotionally. The orgasm you had unexpectedly upon Wanda suddenly entering you and the release of emotions after telling Wanda how you'd been feeling, empties your brain completely.
But the greedy part of you, the part that knows you can handle it, wants more. Wants more of Wanda.
You shake your head, your cheek brushing against her shoulder. "I…" you start, your voice cracking. "I wanna keep going," you whisper honestly, your head far too empty to feel embarrassed.
Wanda chuckles lowly, leaning in until her lips brush against your ear. "You're insatiable," she murmurs teasingly, undeniable affection lacing her voice. "Look at you all exhausted. Let Mommy do all the work now." Wanda's hand that had been patting you presses flat against your spine as she begins to lean forward. The feeling of her cock shifting inside of you forces whimpers past your lips. You muffle the sound against her neck, needing to feel her even closer.
"My sweet baby," she coos gently in your ear. She lays you down gently on your back, your head landing softly at the foot of the bed. You look up at Wanda who's now leaning over you, her hand planted next to your shoulder while her other comes up to cup your cheek. She gives you a little smile before leaning down, pressing her soft lips against your forehead then to both your eyelids.
She rubs her thumb against your cheek. "Poor baby. Your eyes are all puffy now." Her fingertips fall away from your face, tracing down your body to just below your bellybutton. She press down gently, the pressure sending shockwaves through your system. You gasp at the unexpected sensation.
"Hmm…" Wanda hums, her eyes looking down to where her fingers slide up and down your lower tummy. She presses down occasionally, making you squirm beneath her. It doesn't feel like she's tracing at random.
"Look down, baby" she directs you, her voice bright with wonder.
You crane your neck downward, blinking a few times to focus on where she's directing you. A sharp breath catches in your throat when you notice the outline of her cock showing, the tip pushing your skin upward into a small bump.
Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you let your head plop back down onto the mattress. You peer up at Wanda. She's biting her lower lip, drinking in the sight of you.
You watch her hips slowly move back—or rather, you feel it. Your walls tighten instinctively, unwilling to let go of the fullness you had craved so much. But Wanda doesn't move far. She allows the tip to remain anchored inside you, her gaze locked on your stomach, watching the way her cock slowly retracts.
She shifts her knees forward slightly. Your legs finally slip from her torso, spreading further beneath her.
She finally meets your eyes as you gaze up at her almost drunkenly. The green in her eyes is reduced to slivers, her pupils completely blown from arousal. She smiles down at you gently, her words are anything but.
"Mommy missed touching you even if it was only for a few days. I know my poor girl has already cried a lot today," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of pity. Her lips slowly begin to curve into a dangerous smirk. "But Mommy wants to reward her brave girl. So she might make you cry just a little more, but they won't be sad tears anymore."
You blink up at her, your expression morphing into a little, dopey smile. Mommy is right here with you, looking at you exactly the way you've been craving for days.
"Okay, Mommy," you murmur obediently.
Your chest rises and falls faster as the anticipation builds.
"There's my good girl," she coos softly, sending a rush of butterflies through your tummy.
Her expression changes in an instant. She bites her lip again, but the dangerous smirk stays in place. You don't even have time to blink when she suddenly drives her entire length into you, the base of the strap pressing hard against your clit.
You cry out, your arms reach out for her instinctively, wrapping around her shoulders to bring her closer to you. Wanda doesn't stop though. You hear her grip the covers beside you before she slowly begins to slide out of you again. You look up at her with glazed eyes, tears threatening to fall from the corners of them from how sensitive you are, knowing what's coming. She takes a deep breath that you feel against your cheeks before she gives you an innocent smile. Her hips slam into yours but she doesn't pause this time.
She pulls out until just the tip remains inside of you, before driving her cock in as far as she possibly can, repeating over and over again, the pace increasing with every thrust. Your body slides up the sheets from the force but Wanda's hand grips your waist, pulling you back down to match her thrusts.
Choked moans escape your lips, the sound never being able to finish when she rams herself into you again, turning your moans into gasps. Your body, already sensitive from how she's punished you, teased you, and now using you, feels like it's already reaching the edge.
Shockwaves run through you body when she shifts slightly, the angle changing. The ridges of her cock grind and press against that soft, secret part of you that Wanda always finds so easily that sends you into a shaking mess.
"Mommy!" you cry out between the heavy beats of her thighs tapping against yours, tears running down the sides of your face. "T-too much," you whimper, your legs wrapping around her torso despite your words.
Wanda lets out a breathless chuckle, her eyes watching you squirm beneath her with amusement. "Is that so, princess?" she asks, a teasing lilt clear in her tone. Her eyebrows pull together, she brings her lips to your ear, her voice thick with strain. "Mommy's close. I know my patient girl can wait a little longer." Her thrust never miss a beat while she speaks to you.
You really don't think you can wait longer. Your breaths are coming out harshly between whimpers. It feels like your skin is vibrating from how sensitive you are. Wanda's increasingly ragged breaths brushing against your ear, her breasts swaying in your vision, hypnotizing you. The thick, sticky sounds whenever Wanda retracts. It makes the fire burning in your lower tummy burn brighter and hotter, threatening to consume you whole.
"M-mommy," you babble out over and over again like it's the only word you know. Wanda groans next to your ear, her thrusts becoming erratic.
"Cum whenever, baby girl, Mommy's right here," she breathes out heavily. You squeeze your arms around her tighter, your body tensing automatically at her words, her permission allowing you to finally let go.
Pleasure surges from where you and Wanda are connected all the way to your fingertips and to the top of your head. You feel almost lightheaded from the rush, your body feeling like it's floating higher and higher with no end. Your breaths come out in gasps at the altitude, your vision blurring.
Wanda's strokes become shallower, barely drawing back before pushing back in, your arousal gushing around her cock. It leaves you trembling beneath her from the aftershocks, your breaths beginning to slowly even out save for the sharp inhales when Wanda thrusts a little deeper. She gives you one more heavy stroke before she stops, her entire length shoved inside you as she grinds against the base of the strap.
"My good, sweet girl," she moans lowly, her torso shaking from her own orgasm. You and Wanda's heavy breaths meld with each other, echoing through the room.
You're spent. Your arms fall away from her shoulders, dropping beside you. Your legs follow suit, your feet unhooking from one another and plopping down on the covers. Your head feels floaty, your thoughts drifting by and fading away like clouds.
All you know is that you want Mommy.
You reach out shakily, grasping one of Wanda's breasts to signal what you want. She lets out a deep breath, her body no longer shaking. Her hand shimmies under your back, helping you follow her as she lays to her side, still inside of you.
"Do you want Mommy to pull out or a little longer, sweetheart?" Wanda murmurs, her voice tired but full of soft affection.
"Little longer," you murmur back sleepily, your legs tangling with hers. Wanda's hand slides up your spine to the back of your head, pushing your face gently to the swell of her breast. Your lips part automatically, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking gently.
It's a ritual of sorts. It eases your mind and brings a level of comfort to you and Wanda. It extends past bedroom activities. She'd offer it to you when you were anxious, scared that you'd bite your lip too hard and draw blood again.
Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, your eyes closing at her relaxing touch. You lay there, pressed against her skin to skin, silently, unsure of how much time has passed. You swear you fall asleep for a moment, but your lips are still tight around Wanda's nipple when you would blink your eyes open only to close them again.
It isn't until a hand brushes against your cheek and the other voice you'd been missing sounds around you, that you peel your eyes open again begrudgingly.
"Hi, my cute baby," Natasha's raspy voice comes from above you. You barely turn your head while looking up, unwilling to release Wanda's nipple. Your heart leaps with joy upon seeing Natasha smiling gently down at you.
"Hi, Daddy," you mumble sleepily, your eyes shining with happiness.
Wanda chuckles next to you. "Baby, that tickles."
A sleepy little giggle bubbles past your lips upon hearing Wanda laugh. Natasha's thumb brushes against your tear-stained cheeks. "I see Mommy made you cry." Her eyes scan your face, moving downward to where you and Wanda are still connected.
You close your eyes again, the sleepiness closing in. "A little," you whisper, your lips wrapping around Wanda's nipple again, making Wanda shiver.
"Hmm…" Natasha drawls. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that all the food Mommy made you is still in the fridge, sweet girl?"
You act like you don't hear her, suckling a little harder. Wanda's laughter echoes through the room as you smile softly.
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A/N: it's been a minute since i've written something like this. had to brush off the dust, so hopefully it turned out ok. i forgot how fun smut can be to write so might do more. thanks for reading!
if you read Choosing You, this is probably what the future will look like (not sure if i'm sticking with the titles though)
Imagine step-dad Nat’s reaction to you coming home with nipple piercings. I think it would go something like this…
“Hi natty” you call coming in the house after being out with your friends and secretly getting your nipples pierced.
“Hey babygirl” you hear her shout from the living room, you take off your shoes and wonder through to the room you knew she was in, the closer you get you can hear some Russian movie Nat’s watching. You take a peek through the door and feel those butterflies in your stomach, the ones you always did when you saw your step-dad. Natasha turned as she heard the floor creek as you step a little bit into the room “come in princess I wanna hear all about your day” you always think she’s being kind and caring when she says that, and she is in some ways but mostly she cares about that one friend of yours who is always very clearly flirting with you and extremely creepy towards you, something you where very naive too, as you where to most things.
“Come on hurry up baby, I’ve missed your pretty face” Forgetting that your bra-less as to not put to much pressure on the brand new piercings, you walk into the room and smile at her “I missed you natty!” You say excitedly, Natasha smiles back and lets her eyes wonder over you, very quickly stopping at your tits, immediately she notices how you aren’t wearing your bra, before she can question that her eyes move over you more and… nipple piercings, Natasha blinks and looks back up to your smiling face.
“Come over and let daddy see you” she said sternly, you felt nervous at her clear change of mood, Natasha only referred to herself as daddy when she was mad or you had done something wrong, without wanting to upset her more you do exactly what she asks.
Nat gets up and holds your hips as she stands above you staring into your eyes “what did you do today hm?” You avoid looking her in the eye, your friends said if your parents found out they would be disappointed in you, you never wanted Natasha to be disappointed in you.
“Hmm… well..I emm went with my…friends to emm…the cinema and then… we…em..went for food…” that was all true… you hadn’t lied you just missed some out, you quickly look up to Natasha to see if she’s suspicious and are met with her sternly staring into your eyes.
“Look at me baby” she lifts up your chin with her hand “ that’s all you did huh?” You stay quiet and nod your head nervously “hmm… then what’s this princess?” she asks while brushing her fingers tips against one nipple and then the other, you let out a soft moan trying to contain your noises with your nipples so sensitive “want to tell daddy what you got done hm?” Again you only nod your head “speak baby girl” Natasha demands. “I-I got my… nipples pierced daddy” you say quietly avoiding her eyes “did that hurt princess? Let daddy see if your nipples are okay my precious baby?” She fakes sympathy, Natasha had been wanting an excuse for a long time for a moment like this, and here her little girl is giving her the perfect one. You slowly lift your shirt without questioning her, why would you she’s your daddy?
“Hmm… this is very cute baby, daddy likes it very much… are you sure they did it right?” Nat fakes concern and see’s the panic flash across your innocent face “don’t panic princess” she hushes, brushing your face gently with her hand “daddy’s friend knows all about this… can daddy take a picture for her friend to help you baby?” You nod fast, trusting your daddy to do whatever needs done. Too innocent and naive to notice the bulge in her pants and the lies coming out of her mouth.
Natasha grabs her phone and takes a few pictures, quickly sending them to her friend Wanda, who she has told all about her special unquestioning little girl.
Later you fell asleep on the sofa beside Natasha in your panties and her baggy shirt completely unaware of Natasha stroking her cock thinking about the day she gets to have you.
Summary: Grief and anger tip Wanda and you into a messy, charged first time together where your stepdaughter uses you to cope. And the two of you cross a line that can never be uncrossed.
Pairing: Stepdaughter Wanda Maximoff x Stepmom Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Tags/Warnings: 18+ fauxcest/stepcest, smut, dubcon-ish, toxic emotional dynamics, grief/loss, parental issues, alcohol intox, harsh and mean Wanda, jealousy, Sigmund Freud and I are having blood compact
Request: How did Wanda and r's first time happen?
Author's Note: This is a compensation because I can't post The Assessment fic just yet, I promise, I am looking for a way. And pls if anyone knows how I can post 14k words here without Tumblr cockblocking it unless y'all don't want this fic to never see the light of the day.
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You repeat it to yourself like a mantra: I'm not gonna bother her anymore. I'm not gonna try to please her, or earn her trust. Never again. It's not working, it's never going to work, and you're tired of hurting both of you.
But the words don't stick. After your husband slapped her, you can't stop thinking about how Wanda flinched, the way she stared at his father like she didn't recognize him. You talked to him that night after and said that what he did was unforgivable. He sighs and says he was just protecting you—that her daughter was out of line.
You tell him you didn't need protection. You'd rather him protect her than you—Wanda's his daughter. And she's hurt, grieving, and he hit her instead of listening. He doesn't say anything back and the silence that settles between you is heavier than any fight. The argument simmers until your husband grabs his keys and says he's going out. You're left alone in your shared bedroom, the half-washed dinner dishes still piled in the sink, and every thought circles right back to your stepdaughter.
You'd told yourself you'd never bother her again, that you'd keep your distance and never try to win her over. But your feet carry you down the hall anyway, your throat tight with worry you can't push down. Your knuckles brush the wood just as you realize the door's already cracked open a few inches, and you push it slow, peering inside. You half expected it to be empty, figured she'd snuck out to the club like the neighbors keep whispering about your stepdaughter who's always out drinking. Instead, she's laying on her bed.
The room smells like her lavender perfume and cheap cigarette smoke.
Her eyes blaze when she sees you in her doorway, shoulders hunched defensive like she's ready to throw you out.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she muttered harshly as she quickly stood.
You hold your hands up slowly, like you're calming a spooked animal and took one small step further into the room, keeping your voice soft.
"Your dad left. We had a fight. What he did to you wasn't okay, Wanda. And…and I just want to apologize." Your eyes catch her split lip, the faint crusted blood at the corner, and you react without thinking. "Wait, your lip—let me get you some ice."
Before you can step away from her room, she shoves the door closed behind you, pressing her body hard against you to trap you against the wood.
Your breath catches in your throat, your heart hammering so hard against your ribs you can hear it in your ears. You can feel every line of her body pressed to yours, warm and tense, the scent of her lavender perfume and the smell of whiskey in her mouth suffocating you.
"Wanda." You breathe her name, tapping your hands against her chest to push her back, but she doesn't move and just presses closer.
Panic warms your cheeks. Her nose brushes the side of your head, nuzzles past your ear to your cheek, warm breath together with sharp alcohol fanning your skin, then lower, pressing to your pulse point on your neck. Every logical voice in your head screaming this is wrong, she's your stepdaughter, this will ruin everything.
Her green eyes are dark, half-lidded with whiskey and something hungry that makes your knees go weak. Her split lip is still bleeding a little.
She grinds her thigh hard against the space between your legs, making you gasp and smirks when you grab her shoulders to steady yourself. Her breath is hot against your jaw, voice rough and mocking.
"Your husband left, so now you come crawling to me? What would he think if he saw his sweet wife right here, shaking for his daughter?"
Her hands are rough, her words sharp enough to cut, but you can feel the tremor running through her body. Under all the anger and heat, there's this raw, open hurting you can't miss. Your maternal instinct kicks in—you can see the hurt she hides behind the anger and you just want to ease it.
Even if this messy, wrong thing is the only way she'll let you.
"It's okay. I'm here…I'm not going anywhere."
All of a sudden she rears back and slaps you hard across the cheek, the sting blooming hot across your skin. Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears and her voice cracks when she snarls at you.
"Don't you dare say shit to me. You have no fucking right to talk."
She yanks your shirt down to expose your breasts, sucking one hard between her lips while her other hand shoves two fingers deep inside you. She doesn't slow down, keeps pumping them fast even after you cum, rubbing your clit until you're shaking and sobbing. She only pulls back when she feels your knees giving out before pushing you to the bed.
Your stepdaughter was set out to break you that night and you let her. She bit until you cried, pulled your hair until your scalp stung, dug her nails into your skin hard enough to leave marks that would still be there when her father got home. Well, she didn't care, it wouldn't be her to explain why'd you have such weird marks all over your body like you were fucked like an animal.
You let her break every soft, stupid boundary you'd set, because you could feel how badly she needed to break something and you'd rather it be you than what's left of her broken heart.
The next morning, you wake up in the same bed you fell in last night. You don't remember falling asleep, not after everything your stepdaughter who's missing right now did to you—your whole body throbs, every muscle soft and sore, the faint bruises against your skin. You didn't even know if you fell asleep or you passed out.
Your husband was always gentle. A big man who's vanilla in bed, nothing that left you aching like this. What you got from his daughter though was nothing soft, nothing gentle—rough, desperate, raw, a kind of intensity you'd never felt before, one that still hums under your skin even when she's gone. Something that you didn't know a woman can do.
You spot your crumpled clothes scattered across her room, you bend to grab them one by one. You should be wondering if your husband is home now since he left last night after your fight. But instead you're thinking where possibly your stepdaughter could be.
And speaking of, turning to the kitchen you find Wanda walking just inside the house. You swallow hard, forcing your voice steady and a little desperate.
"Hi. Are…are you hungry? What do you want? I am gonna make pancakes."
She leans against the doorframe, eyes dragging slow over your hurried turtleneck. Her lips twitch into that cold, sharp smirk. She completely used you, fucked you so stupid you could barely stand last night, and here you are, still being sweet, asking if she's hungry.
Pathetic.
Wanda pushes off the doorframe, already stepping toward you, maybe to finger you while you prepare breakfast or spank you out right there on the counter. But the front door clicks open before she can reach you and his father's boots thud down the hall, straight into the kitchen.
He walks straight to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and apologizing for last night, for leaving, for fighting with you and hurting Wanda.
"I'm sorry, baby…I'm sorry." He slurs, his hot breath smells like beer.
Erik tilts your chin up and you didn't mean to not look away from Wanda standing by the doorway as her father kisses you—you are as shocked as she is.
Her jaw clenches so tight her muscles jump under her skin.
Your husband pulls back, still murmuring apologies for letting things get so out of hand last night and you can't make yourself answer him.
Your stepdaughter still watches from the doorway, jaw still tight as you lift a hand to cup her father's cheek, your voice soft and steady when you speak. Your eyes are now on him, attention now on him as you repeat the same words you said to her last night, right there in front of him, and she can't look away.
"It's okay. It's okay, I'm here…I'm not going anywhere." You say softly to your husband that seemed so close to spiraling.
Wanda's nails dig into her palm and she swallows hard, the bitter taste of something she won't name climbing up her throat.
“Shh, stay still baby. Stay still. Daddy’s gotta clean you up before we can get you ready for the pool.”
Your mind is too fuzzy to comprehend what she could mean by that, or what she could intend to be doing with her fingers between your legs that are only creating more wetness, but before you can ask, or even begin to formulate your own wild fantasies, Natasha walks you into the corner until your tits meet the cold tile, your hands bracing against the wall in shock as she wrestles the showerhead between your thighs she’d directed you to spread just moments ago. That makes sense now. It all makes sense now. As much as it can anyways.
Your hips thrash wildly the second she places the showerhead onto your clit, the jet set stream like a bullet shooting through you at full force with no mercy. Her chest keeps you still for the most part, her breasts, so full yet perfectly round on her chest, small enough to look flat beneath her button ups when she wears those bras from Nike, but plump enough for you to feel every raised bump and spec on her similarly puckered areolas that are pressing into your spin demandingly.
“Someone’s feeling jumpy, huh?” Natasha teases, directing the stream of water to your hole for only a moment, but enough of a moment to have you desperately pulling at her grip, arching away from her boobs as you whine and whimper at the sensations she’s causing while actively clearing away any traces of arousal — for now. “Oh, are you close, sunshine? Is Daddy getting you all nice and clean turning you on? Naughty girl. So naughty getting off to this. It feels good doesn’t it? Oh I know, sweet thing. I know it does. That little head doesn’t need to think about anything, it just needs to feel what Daddy’s doing. There you go, there you go.” Natasha drops her head into the crook of your neck, desperately sucking a decent sized hickey into your skin in a place that no bathing suit or photo angle would cover unless it was miraculously taken from the complete opposite angel in the dark.
“N-No! No p-please!” Your voice is quiet and dismayed as your hips cant to chase the showerhead she pulls away at the very last moment before an orgasm tears through your body. You were quivering before, you’re trembling now. The lick of sadistic enjoyment that filters through Natasha as she holds your denied body between her hands and smirks against the soft skin of your damp and sweet smelling neck.
“I told you, sunshine. We were just cleaning you up before the party starts. Did you forget?” Natasha mocks pitilessly, nipping your neck before she pulls away, turning the shower off too soon. “Silly girl.”
It gets cold immediately, like a blanket being torn from your body in the middle of a fall morning. You shiver, immediately turning on your heels and stammering to step closer to her again — magnetized to her warmth in every sense that she delivers it upon you, even in denial.
“Only good girls get to cum, sunshine, and you haven’t listened to Daddy one bit this morning. Let’s see if we can turn that around this afternoon, hm? See if that pussy deserves a reward or if it’s gonna be left all achey and empty until tomorrow.” There’s a finality in Natasha’s tone that brings the tears back to your eyes, but they blend into the droplets of water that drip down your face from your hair as she helps you out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around your still trembling body. “So reactive.” Natasha hums when she brushes over your nipples as she tucks the corner of the towel in between your breasts, changing her approach to something soft, wistful as she handles you.
your first time with wandanat. you’re shy and inexperienced, which they absolutely adore in the most devious way.
they tease you mercilessly. their hands squeezing, caressing, tickling and rubbing along every inch of your naked body. they want to get you to the point of begging shamelessly.
your soft pouts turn into whimpers and then whines as you feel your slick begin to run down your spread thighs.
wanda hums in amusement, natasha chuckling as they both notice your core glistening with wetness. they both run a palm along one inner thigh each, natasha pinky grazing your slit. you begin to crack, your body wound up to the point of desperation.
“please,” your plea is soft—at first. you’re wound up, yes, but still feeling shy about verbally expressing your need.
natasha leans down, her lips beginning a path from your collarbone and then down your torso.
“please, what?” wanda asks, tracing a single finger along your side.
you whimper, your eyebrows knitting together in desperation. “please, mommy..” your voice cracks, your cheeks flushing pink at the use of her honorific.
wanda coos at the sound, a smile curving at her lips as her fingers dance just next to your core.
“you hear that ‘tasha?” wanda hums.
natasha nips at the soft skin below your belly button. “such a pretty plea.” she murmurs, her tongue snaking out to trace just above your pubic bone.
“what do you want, baby? use your words.” wanda’s voice is sickly sweet, almost taunting sounding. they’re both reveling in your shyness.
“please! i need it,” you plead a little louder this time, the desperate edge in your tone bleeding through. you’re still being far too vague for their liking.
“you need it?” wanda teases, keeping up the faux sympathy facade. you nod your head eagerly, your eyes wide with unshed tears.
“hmmm,” her hand abandons the spot she was tracing so close to your dripping center, moving to the outside of your thigh. you whine in protest. “you must not need it very badly if you can’t tell me what it is you need.”
you sob once, one tear slipping down your cheek. your body is burning with need, your poor untouched cunt clenching around nothing. wanda leans down, licking the tear off your cheek. she starts kissing along your jaw, down to your throat.
the sound of both natasha and wanda’s lips placing wet, open mouthed kisses along your growingly sensitive body was igniting something in you you’d never felt before.
“please…please mommy! i want you and daddy to touch me.” you hiccup, your hips rising off the bed to emphasize your point. they both hum against you, but otherwise ignore your begging.
“we are touching you, кролик,” natasha hums into your neck.
your fists clench at your sides, your frustration growing with every passing second. your grit your teeth, feeling the tension build in your body.
you reach down, your hand running down your slit. “…here! touch me here!” your tone is completely pathetic—so desperate and whiny sounding. they knew they had you right where they wanted.
natasha’s finger wrap around your wrist, yanking your hand above your head with enough speed and force to make you gasp. she’s leaning above you now, eyes hard and focused.
“does your little weeping cunt need to be played with?” her green eyes pierce yours in a way that makes you wish you could hide your face, but they wouldn’t allow that.
you nod your head again, cheeks flush with both need and embarrassment.
“say it.” it almost comes out as a growl. she was just as impatient to play with you now.
“mmmph..” you rolls your hips into the air, your body positively writhing with need.
“please daddy.. please… play with my cunt.” the word is spoken in gentle whisper, like the room would be offended if you said it out loud.
natasha sighs, like hearing you say it out loud was music to her ears.
“good girl.” she purrs.
your reward is tenfold as they pleasure your body in ways you’ve never experienced for yourself. drawing orgasm after orgasm until you’re begging them to stop.
“oh, but you needed this, remember? you can keep going.” wanda soothes, after making you cum for the fifth time. they don’t stop until you’re on the verge of passing out.
hello, i'm back with a thought about kara because of this tweet i saw.
warnings/tags: implied fem!reader, no use of y/n, implied smut but nothing graphic
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Kara’s hand stayed loose on top of your head afterward, just resting there while you kissed slowly back up her stomach. She was still breathing hard, cheeks flushed, blonde hair a mess against the pillow, and when you lifted your head to look at her, she blinked at you like she’d forgotten how to speak for a second.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself,” she muttered, though her voice came out too soft to make it convincing.
You smiled, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. “I’m allowed to be proud. You got loud.”
Kara’s eyes narrowed, but there was no real bite in it. She sat up on her elbows, tugged you closer by the front of your shirt, and caught your chin between her fingers before you could tease her again. Her gaze flicked down to your mouth, dark and warm, and then she leaned in, slow enough to make your stomach dip. “You missed a spot,” she said.
Before you could ask where, her tongue dragged over your lower lip, tasting herself there with a pleased little hum that went straight through you. She didn’t make it rushed or dramatic; she just held your chin and cleaned you up like she had every right to, her mouth brushing yours between lazy strokes until you were the one getting quiet.
“Kara,” you breathed, half warning, half plea.
“Mhm?” She smiled against your mouth, entirely too smug now, then gave the tip of your nose a quick little boop with her finger.
You stared at her. “Did you seriously just do that?”
“Yeah,” she said, brushing your cheek with ridiculous tenderness, like she hadn’t just made your knees weak for the second time in ten minutes. “You looked cute.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I know.” Kara kissed your forehead, lingering there with a softness that made the room feel warmer. When she pulled back, her thumb stroked once along your jaw, and her mouth curved again. “C'mere, I’m not done with you.”
heyyy i love ur fics :) would u be up for doing a kara x reader smut of kara edging reader til she's crying and some like sweet condescending praise and stuff 👀
god, would i 😮💨...
patience | kara zor-el
summary: kara’s teaching you that good things come to those who wait
word count: 1.1k
tags: straight up smut, mdni, 18+, fem!reader, kara edging reader, reader has a praise kink, tears but the good kind, maybe overstim?, kara calls you a good girl
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"Aww, what's the matter, baby?" Kara's voice sounds almost treacherous.
Her fingers had been working you for the last several minutes, building you up to near ecstasy just as she'd done with her mouth just moments ago. And just like she'd done moments ago, the contact ends with an abrupt disconnect. Her fingers slowly pull from your soaked cunt, a glistening string of your wetness still connection you to her fingers.
Your body gives, chest heaving out a disappointed whimper. Your eyebrows have started to hurt with the way they're stitched together by this point. You couldn't even remember what you'd said to push her over the edge and get your way, but whatever it was led you here. Writhing beneath her touch, vibrating beneath even the slightest brush of her against your overly sensitive and excited body.
"Kara, I—" your legs try to squeeze together and give yourself absolutely any amount of pressure you could get. It's subconscious, your body trying to fulfill your needs.
"Oh, absolutely not, beautiful." Kara laughs, her prying your thighs right back apart. "You've been such a good girl for me, taking exactly what you asked for. Don't stop now.”
"Wanna cum…" you whine in disagreement, knuckles tingling from your harsh grip on the sheets beneath you.
You'd try anything to get you through this. Your body is pleading for me, begging her to touch you again, to let you finish what she'd starting. The longer she waited, the further your orgasm slipped away. It's just what she wants.
"And you will, baby." She chuckles, kissing your cheek before taking two of her fingers and sliding them up between your folds. "You just need a lesson in patience, but you'll get there."
Your back arches, trying to bring your cunt into as close of contact as she'll possibly allow. Kara grins, looking down at your stretching body and allowing you to wriggle more now. Her fingers sink into your core with no regard, down to her second knuckles and your clit pressing into the heel of her palm.
You take advantage of her allowance, grinding your hips against her palm and gasping as you receive her once more. Kara's lips are parted, curled into a half smile as she admires her view of you from above. Absolutely melted, mind lost in the sea of restless, horny confusion that she had put you in. You're an unraveling mess. It's one of the hottest ways she's ever seen you be.
Every time you feel her graze over your clit it's like a rush, straight to your spine that was starting to lose pace. Your body finds itself in a state of overwhelm again when her fingers are pumping in and out and showing no signs of stopping this time. Then again, you didn't expect it anytime she'd done it.
"Kara..." you mutter, voice fragile.
Kara's free hand comes to your hip, gently pushing you down onto the mattress so your brain can purely focus on climax. That, and to prevent you from having an orgasm sooner than approved. Without the pressure to your clit, the climax is slipping away again.
"Shhh…" her voice is quiet, eyes following your every move. "Behave."
Her fingers slowed their rhythm, feeling your body trembling with her touch. You bite your bottom lip, finding it the only possible way to keep yourself from pleading her name any more. Trying to control your breathing you take in a deep breath.
Kara's nodding, her fingers curling into you with a great approval. "That's a great job, take your time."
Your exhale is shaky, eyes closing as she picks up the pace again. Her other hand sinks between your thighs, tips of her middle and ring fingers connecting with the swollen bud of your clit and creating another pattern for your body to keep up with.
Biting your lip harder, your hips jolt, but have learned to fall back into place and let her do her job. This is the right reaction, your mind notes.
"Oh, fantastic job, sweetie." The praise comes physically too, her fingers circling your clit with more intent. "See what you get when you're being good for me?"
It's so much. So perfectly too much. Her consistent denials that were dealt with a quiet tsk and reassurance that you'd do well soon. Her fingers pumping in and out of you at a pace that was unmatched the whole night thus far. Her finger tips rubbing a deep and calculated pressure over your severely sensitive clit. And just… her. With her sweet words, and beautiful smile. Her gaze down at you as she pushes you to your absolute limit, like you're the most wonderful sight she's ever seen.
And, again, your body reacts. You feel tears pooling in your eyes as your body can't possibly decide what else to do. With the next thrust of her fingers into you, your head falls back and your mouth falls open, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"You're doing a much better job for me," her voice is low, warm. She leans down, kissing the mound of your breast in a quick comfort. "Such a good girl. You ready to cum now? Ready to release all this energy you've pent up?"
You whimper, nodding frantically and breathing still a mess as she elicits more and more and more. She takes the response, never really needing it anyway, and finally allows your climax.
Your spine holds its upward curve as you cum, clenching your fingers around her wrist in the tightest grip you can manage. It's a grip that feels feathery on Kara's wrist, but still encourages her. Her other hand leaves your clit, licking your slick from herself before coming up to wipe the tears from your face.
"Good job, baby." Kara coos, her fingers slowly pulling out from your cunt with a sticky sound. "You did so well, letting me fuck you like that."
You lean into her touch, your muscles relaxing into the mattress with finality. Your heart is pounding in your chest, yet still skips with her praise. She's too good.
"Thank you," you whisper, kissing her palm.
Kara tilts her head, looking at you with a wicked grin and faux confusion. "What're you thanking me for, baby? We've only just started. You've got so much left to learn about patience."
Summary: You swear your girlfriend has never demanded anything from you. When a mission with Clark sees her thrown back into a pile of rubble suddenly all she needs is you. Only problem? You have a event you have to get to. Until Kara decides to show you why you should stay home instead.
WC: 3k
Authors Note: Basically my take on red kryptonite! Technically this be read as a one shot to my ongoing series, but it doesn’t have to be!
Warnings: minors pls dni! um, okay so fingering, restraining (?), definitely dom!kara, edging, maybe a little bit of Kara being condescending, mean!kara lowkey, strap use, overstimulation, two hickeys of dubious consent, pet names, kara having a thing for you cooking for her in pretty dresses, use of the word girl, and um… I think that’s it? basically shameless smut enjoy!
The mission is easy, arguably Clark doesn’t even need her help, she’s merely going through the motions as she normally does eager to get home to you.
Until she gets thrown back into a pile of rubble by the guy she thought they had. At first she shakes it off as she stands, feeling no worse for wear minus a new tingling sensation, but as Clark manages to cuff him successfully this time her mind suddenly swims with images.
Images of you.
Accompanied by those thoughts, the thoughts she’s been having more of lately as your relationship settles into something solid. She knows they’ll keep returning because she’s no longer scared of wanting things, of wanting you.
And she’s used to not caring when it’s criminals she can rough up and intimidate, with them she’s demanding and even a little mean, not that she really cares that she is. With you however Kara normally tries to be softer, more considerate.
Normally, because on the return home all she feels is a building sensation of pent up frustration that’s anything but normal, and she knows exactly who she needs to make it stop.
She comes through your front door now, days of flying in through your window for the most part gone, her own set of keys clinking in the little dish you keep in the foyer.
Krypto perks up at the sound from where he lies in his dog bed. Kara had teased you endlessly for buying it, overpriced and more lavish then you needed to get, but he loves it and it saves your couch.
You’re just putting the finishing touches on a summer cake, little candy cherries bright against the white icing, already dressed and nearly ready to go.
The view basically throws any restraint she thought she may be able to show out the window.
You watch with mild curiosity as she goes straight for you and not towards the bathroom to shower like she usually does.
But you hold out a candy cherry for her before she even has to ask, startling a little when Kara takes it from your fingers with her mouth, teeth grazing your fingertips.
You huff as you wipe your hands. “What do you think?” You ask as you gesture to the cake.
“Looks good.” She muses, but you know by her tone that she doesn’t mean the cake. You laugh softly, knowing already what a mood like this means. Kara is for the most part gentle, intense yes but gentle, but sometimes post mission she gets a little more insatiable.
You think maybe it’s the high she gets from being so strong, or from all the action she sees, but you reach backwards to touch the side of her face the best you can.
“I got that dinner thing remember?” You say in an attempt to deter her. “I have to leave soon.”
You wait for the grumbling, and the little bit of pouting that usually happens before she accepts. It doesn’t come however, because Kara forgot about your stupid dinner thing, and now her mind is trying to adjust to the news.
Trying and failing. Her hands wrap around your hips, fabric bunching as they do, and her lips find your neck.
“Skip it.” She mumbles against your skin.
She doesn’t say you could skip it like she normally does, and that’s new, you think, but you know Kara can be impatient.
Maybe she had a worse day than you thought. So in an attempt to figure out her mood you try to turn in her grip so you can face her.
You’re surprised when Kara merely pushes you against the island so there’s not enough space for you to turn.
“What’s going on baby?” You ask.
“Nothing’s going on.” She says as her lips slip to the base of your neck. Her hands are still gripping at your waist like you might try to wiggle away if she lets up. “Just missed you.”
“Missed you too.” You assure gently. “I won’t be that long. Probably like an hour at most. You can shower and then when I get back—”
Kara merely scowls against your skin at the mere thought of letting you go right now.
“I don’t want to wait.” She says bluntly. “It’s going to be old boring men anyways.”
That’s not entirely true, but you don’t say that to her. Instead you place your hands over hers, and rub your thumb across her knuckles. “What happened with Clark?” You try to change the subject.
“Nothing.” She dismisses. “He didn’t even really need me there.”
You’re about to pry, because it really doesn’t seem like it’s been a regular day for her, but she’s pushing the left strap of your dress down your shoulder.
“Hey!” You object as you go to fix it.
But she stops you as her lips replace where it had been. You know your girlfriend can get needy, you both can, but usually she’s more tentative than this.
“Was doing fine at first, but then all I could think about was you, and now you’re in this dress and I just wanna…”
Kara really can’t think of how to explain what exactly she wants to do, so she merely digs her teeth into your skin a little. It makes you push back into her, your heart beat quickening, and that makes her hum in satisfaction.
“There’s my girl.” She says.
You’re definitely feeling hot now if the way your breathing hitches is any indication. It’s music to her ears. She knows you hate feeling this way before you have to go somewhere, and she often refrains from using that to her advantage. She doesn’t refrain today if it means getting what she wants.
You eye the time and grimace as you realize you’re very close to being late. So finally you take the direct approach and try to wiggle free from her. She does loosen her grip just a tad so you can, but when you turn to face her you can see she’s not happy about it.
“What’s gotten into you?” You demand.
Kara sighs at the question. It doesn’t make sense to her why you think something’s happened to her.
“I don’t feel like sharing you with other people tonight.” She says as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world.
She watches as your eyebrows lift with shock at her bluntness.
“I shouldn’t have to.” She adds. “I mean you in that dress…” She loves the way your cheeks flush at her words, and how they leave you speechless.
You are aware that Kara seems to like you in dresses like this, somewhat flowing but tight enough to show your figure, but in your defence you thought she’d be home while you were out and that it’d be a surprise for her after.
You open your mouth to tell her one last time that you really have to go, but as if sensing your hesitation, Kara closes the small amount of distance between you again, and kisses you hard.
Your hands find her waist, suit fabric a little rough under your fingers, merely so you can balance yourself, but she takes it as a chance to deepen the kiss. Her one hand coming to wrap carefully around the base of your throat as she does.
This is absolutely new, you think, as you realize you’re not making it to that party now.
Kara feels triumphant as she turns you back around, pins you once again between the counter and her body, and pushes the other dress strap down so that your dress begins to fall around your chest.
“Think about doing this so often.” She admits, and your eyes widen in surprise, because this is the first time you’re hearing about it.
“Yeah?” You push, wanting her to elaborate before she distracts you.
“Yeah.” She breathes. “Drives me wild when I’m away knowing you’re here cooking for me in an outfit like this just waiting for me to come home.”
You want to point out that you don’t wait here all day for her, but the way her hands are roaming over you is making it hard.
“Makes me think about how I want to bend you over this counter and—”
Your gasp cuts her off as strong hands slip from your sides to your thighs. She chuckles at your reaction as her hands push your legs apart, and she practically groans when she feels how wet you are.
“All for me.” She teases. “You must think about me doing this too.”
You’re so used to Kara saying these things with a question mark at the end, as if she’s never sure she’s read you right, even though she usually does.
But now? Now Kara acts with a self assured confidence, like she knows she’s right, and god is it turning you on. What the hell happened on that mission?
“All for you.” You say breathlessly as her fingers curl deeper inside of you, heel of her palm pressing against your clit just right.
It makes your legs shake, and you attempt to close your thighs a tad for a measure of stability, but Kara tsks.
“Nuh-uh.” She grumbles. “Stay still.”
And to make her point she uses her foot to nudge your legs apart so her hands can focus on working you up.
With no other option you let your weight fall against the counter as her fingers continue to hit all the spots she knows you like.
“You close?” She asks and she grins as you nod with a tiny whimper. “Words pretty girl.” She demands, and your eyes flutter closed.
Although even if you do manage words it won’t change much, Kara already knows what she wants, and it’s to see you come undone for her.
You get close sometimes after you have sex, she can tell, when you get all limp and sleepy on her. But she wants to see you like that sooner, see you at her mercy, so she removes her fingers the minute you start to tense.
“Kara!” You all but snap at her, voice petulant as you try to adjust to how empty you feel now.
You’re staring at her, her only response a smirk, and it makes you feel some type of way. She’s never been mean like this. She’s pinned your wrists into the mattress before, gave you one too many orgasms when you’re already spent, but this…
“Oh come on.” She teases as she hooks her arms underneath your ass and picks you up so your legs have to wrap around her waist. “You were going to make me wait an hour. What’s a couple of minutes?”
It’s not the same thing and she knows it, but she’s laying you gently on the bed before you can point that out to her.
Usually you’d complain about her being on your bed in her suit, but when she starts to touch you again you can’t be bothered to care.
She slides her fingers back into you, this time deeper than before, and her free hand comes to hold down your hips when you push up into her.
“Please!” You beg.
She can tell though, that even in your neediness, that you hesitate to give into her. So she denies you again much to your dismay.
“Kara stop teasing me.” You say, growing desperate for some type of release.
She stands now. “Stop teasing you?” She echoes as she takes off her clothes, and reaches for the drawer. Your eyes track her. “Now why would I do that?” She asks.
You feel your lip jut out. “Because I want to cum.” You try to reason.
She tilts her head to the side. “But I want to do this.” Your eyes widen as she settles back onto the bed.
“I’ll do anything else!” You beg, and Kara’s basically vibrating with excitement at the way you're already so willing to do what she wants.
“Anything?”
Your throat bobs a tad as you stare up at her, but you’re stubborn, so you nod. She seems to debate for a long moment her request, fingers drawing patterns against your skin.
“Fine pretty girl I’ll let you cum.” She relents. “No teasing.” You frown when a request doesn’t follow, but then she’s manhandling you.
She flips you around so you’re suddenly on your hands and knees, and even though you don’t take this position often, you’re okay with this being her demand. Until she places a hand on the small of your back and pushes.
It’s not hard enough to hurt you, but it makes you back arch for her. And now you feel on display in a way that even being nude doesn’t make you feel.
You squirm a tad in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable, but her grip doesn’t let up. “Kara…” You say, mind getting heavy.
“Ssh sweetheart, you’re going to be my good girl and stay like that aren’t you?” You gulp.
“Yes.” You reply.
Kara grins down at you in satisfaction. This is exactly what she had in mind. Your dress is bunched up at your hips now, your underwear quickly discarded, and she wastes no time before sinking the strap into you.
The moan you let out spurs her on as she sinks the entire strap in rather quickly. You feel so damn full as she sets an unforgiving pace.
“So pretty like this.” She praises you. “All mine.”
You almost don’t reply, mind too heavy to think, but you remember what she said earlier. “Feel so good.” You say into your sheets, and she chuckles.
This time she doesn’t deny you when you reach your orgasm, your chest heaving, and you’re thankful for finally getting some relief.
Until she starts again and you whine out in surprise. “Kara please...” You’re definitely not used to her being this rough and although it’s definitely not unpleasant you feel like jelly already.
You twist your face into your pillow, but she reaches down, strap hitting a new angle as she does, and takes your hair in her hand.
“Don’t hide.” She says as she turns your head to the side again. “Wanna see you.”
It makes you feel embarrassingly hot, and you really wish you had the energy to quip back at her, but you don’t. You don’t even have the energy to move your head back. So you stay like that, utterly exposed for her.
“Knew you’d be good for me.” She praises as her hand leaves your hair and wraps around you so she can rub circles against your clit again.
It doesn’t take you long to come again, body spent, and eyes fluttering closed. But two denials and two orgasms don’t seem like enough for her so she starts again.
Your back tries to straighten out, but she presses down again, forcing you stay exactly as you are. You try to stay still for her, you really do, but the closer another orgasm gets the more you try to run from it.
So now she’s pushing you down completely flat, arms coming underneath your own so she more or less has you pinned. The new position makes the strap go deeper somehow, and you swear you don’t know if you can give her another one.
But she seems insistent. “‘s too much.” You beg her.
“One more.” She demands, as she kisses the back of your shoulder, and then up your neck again. You feel her leave a couple of hickeys you’re sure will be hard to hide and you whine out.
She just shushes you. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” You say voice mumbled into fabric. She coaxes one final orgasm from you before she gently pulls out.
But she leaves a trail of kisses down your back, as she rubs gentle circles into your hips. You muster the energy to flip onto your back, and look up at her.
She’s panting, hair sticking to her forehead, as she removes the harness from her hips. She bends down and kisses your knee before slipping from the bed.
“Babe?” You call out your voice rough .
“Yeah?” She replies, as if she didn’t just fuck you senseless.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” You ask her softly.
“Yeah.” She says. “I feel really good actually. Are you okay?”
“Tried.” You tease. “But good.”
She nods before thudding off to run you both a bath and grab you water.
Kara’s demeanour is entirely different when she wakes the next morning. Her eyes fluttering across you as you sleep wrapped in her arms. Until she sees the dark purple marks on your neck.
“Oh god.” She murmurs as she begins to wake. “I’m so sorry.” She tries to think back to why she would do this, run through the events of yesterday, and realizes the rubble. “Red kryptonite.” She whispers.
You frown up at her, hands chasing her as she pulls away. “Red?” You ask.
“Yeah Clark said he’s been effected a couple of times. Apparently each new chunk can cause different things, but he said there was one that made him… rude.”
You can’t really picture Clark as rude, but you decide not to focus on it. “I swear I didn’t know. I just felt…”
Your eyes search her as she hesitates. “I’m not upset.” You finally offer, pulling her close to you again. “You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want. Minus the questionable hickeys.”
She can’t look at you now. “I just felt less afraid.” She admits. You’re quiet then, as you trace tiny patterns across her arm.
“I liked it.” You say, face growing hot and that makes Kara stop.
Because she thought your heart was racing because you were upset with her, but now she realizes…
“Wait.” She murmurs. “You liked it.”
“Yeah,” you assure, “it felt good obviously, but also nice. I like when you…” you don’t want to finish now embarrassed yourself. “I just didn’t know you wanted that.”
“I didn’t at first.” She admits. “I think because I was nervous to, but now things feel solid and I…”
“Do?” You finish and she nods.
“Not always, but sometimes.” She adds. You lean up and kiss her then.
“Then we can do sometimes. No need for anymore magic space rocks.”
heyyy i love ur fics :) would u be up for doing a kara x reader smut of kara edging reader til she's crying and some like sweet condescending praise and stuff 👀
god, would i 😮💨...
patience | kara zor-el
summary: kara’s teaching you that good things come to those who wait
word count: 1.1k
tags: straight up smut, mdni, 18+, fem!reader, kara edging reader, reader has a praise kink, tears but the good kind, maybe overstim?, kara calls you a good girl
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"Aww, what's the matter, baby?" Kara's voice sounds almost treacherous.
Her fingers had been working you for the last several minutes, building you up to near ecstasy just as she'd done with her mouth just moments ago. And just like she'd done moments ago, the contact ends with an abrupt disconnect. Her fingers slowly pull from your soaked cunt, a glistening string of your wetness still connection you to her fingers.
Your body gives, chest heaving out a disappointed whimper. Your eyebrows have started to hurt with the way they're stitched together by this point. You couldn't even remember what you'd said to push her over the edge and get your way, but whatever it was led you here. Writhing beneath her touch, vibrating beneath even the slightest brush of her against your overly sensitive and excited body.
"Kara, I—" your legs try to squeeze together and give yourself absolutely any amount of pressure you could get. It's subconscious, your body trying to fulfill your needs.
"Oh, absolutely not, beautiful." Kara laughs, her prying your thighs right back apart. "You've been such a good girl for me, taking exactly what you asked for. Don't stop now.”
"Wanna cum…" you whine in disagreement, knuckles tingling from your harsh grip on the sheets beneath you.
You'd try anything to get you through this. Your body is pleading for me, begging her to touch you again, to let you finish what she'd starting. The longer she waited, the further your orgasm slipped away. It's just what she wants.
"And you will, baby." She chuckles, kissing your cheek before taking two of her fingers and sliding them up between your folds. "You just need a lesson in patience, but you'll get there."
Your back arches, trying to bring your cunt into as close of contact as she'll possibly allow. Kara grins, looking down at your stretching body and allowing you to wriggle more now. Her fingers sink into your core with no regard, down to her second knuckles and your clit pressing into the heel of her palm.
You take advantage of her allowance, grinding your hips against her palm and gasping as you receive her once more. Kara's lips are parted, curled into a half smile as she admires her view of you from above. Absolutely melted, mind lost in the sea of restless, horny confusion that she had put you in. You're an unraveling mess. It's one of the hottest ways she's ever seen you be.
Every time you feel her graze over your clit it's like a rush, straight to your spine that was starting to lose pace. Your body finds itself in a state of overwhelm again when her fingers are pumping in and out and showing no signs of stopping this time. Then again, you didn't expect it anytime she'd done it.
"Kara..." you mutter, voice fragile.
Kara's free hand comes to your hip, gently pushing you down onto the mattress so your brain can purely focus on climax. That, and to prevent you from having an orgasm sooner than approved. Without the pressure to your clit, the climax is slipping away again.
"Shhh…" her voice is quiet, eyes following your every move. "Behave."
Her fingers slowed their rhythm, feeling your body trembling with her touch. You bite your bottom lip, finding it the only possible way to keep yourself from pleading her name any more. Trying to control your breathing you take in a deep breath.
Kara's nodding, her fingers curling into you with a great approval. "That's a great job, take your time."
Your exhale is shaky, eyes closing as she picks up the pace again. Her other hand sinks between your thighs, tips of her middle and ring fingers connecting with the swollen bud of your clit and creating another pattern for your body to keep up with.
Biting your lip harder, your hips jolt, but have learned to fall back into place and let her do her job. This is the right reaction, your mind notes.
"Oh, fantastic job, sweetie." The praise comes physically too, her fingers circling your clit with more intent. "See what you get when you're being good for me?"
It's so much. So perfectly too much. Her consistent denials that were dealt with a quiet tsk and reassurance that you'd do well soon. Her fingers pumping in and out of you at a pace that was unmatched the whole night thus far. Her finger tips rubbing a deep and calculated pressure over your severely sensitive clit. And just… her. With her sweet words, and beautiful smile. Her gaze down at you as she pushes you to your absolute limit, like you're the most wonderful sight she's ever seen.
And, again, your body reacts. You feel tears pooling in your eyes as your body can't possibly decide what else to do. With the next thrust of her fingers into you, your head falls back and your mouth falls open, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"You're doing a much better job for me," her voice is low, warm. She leans down, kissing the mound of your breast in a quick comfort. "Such a good girl. You ready to cum now? Ready to release all this energy you've pent up?"
You whimper, nodding frantically and breathing still a mess as she elicits more and more and more. She takes the response, never really needing it anyway, and finally allows your climax.
Your spine holds its upward curve as you cum, clenching your fingers around her wrist in the tightest grip you can manage. It's a grip that feels feathery on Kara's wrist, but still encourages her. Her other hand leaves your clit, licking your slick from herself before coming up to wipe the tears from your face.
"Good job, baby." Kara coos, her fingers slowly pulling out from your cunt with a sticky sound. "You did so well, letting me fuck you like that."
You lean into her touch, your muscles relaxing into the mattress with finality. Your heart is pounding in your chest, yet still skips with her praise. She's too good.
"Thank you," you whisper, kissing her palm.
Kara tilts her head, looking at you with a wicked grin and faux confusion. "What're you thanking me for, baby? We've only just started. You've got so much left to learn about patience."
Pairing: assistant!wanda maximoff x gnCEO! reader x (eventually) gpCEO! natasha romanoff
Story summary: Wanda has been your partner ever since you proposed your feelings for her years ago. However, when your nemesis and old fling Natasha Romanoff comes with a proposition, you’re unsure off what to answer.
Content warning: semi public smut, sex toys, strap on, mommy kink, heavy sub/dom dynamics (let me know if something is missing.
Chapter 1 of Empire of Us
A/n: this is a possible series i’m thinking of writing, please let me know if you’d read it!
Her high heals clicks as she walks her way to your office. You’ve asked her to pick up lunch, and since her work title is ‘assistant,’ she obliged.
Knock knock.
Even though she’s your girlfriend she still feels to need to respect your privacy, always eager to please. “Doors open,” comes muffled through the door. Carefully, to not make any noise, she opens the door and closes it right behind her. “Avocado toast, as you requested.”
You turn around in your chair “My perfect girl, knows just what i want,” you smile to her as you gesture her to peek your lips. Everyone in the building knew you were together, but Wanda still wanted to be treated as a normal employee. She didn’t want people to think she got her job by sleeping with you. So when the doors were open for every eye to spy, she got the same treatment as everyone else, sometimes you found yourself giving her harsher treatment just because you know it turns her on.
Nevertheless, when the doors are closed and curtains cover the windows, the beast unleashes. “The queue took forever, so that sandwich better be good,” sasses out of her mouth before she kisses you. A smirk forms on your lips. “Making orders now? Who’s the boss in this building?”
You drag her down on your lap and meet her eyes. “I-i didn’t,” Wanda stutters as she tries to avoid your gace. You chuckle as you roll your chair over to your desk and open the drawer. The drawer.
Wanda shakes her head and starts mumbling something about having lots of work to do, but you beat her to it. “Romanoff industries just had a big release and it was fucking successful. All everyone is talking about is how close she is to beating me. We can’t have that happen can we?” Wanda shakes her head in disagreement.
“Good girl,” you pat her head as you take out the red strap. “Now, let mommy take out her frustration, m’kay? I’ll tell everyone you were busy running errands for me.” Wanda moans quietly as she slowly starts humping your thigh.
You grap her hips and start guiding her as picks up her pace. “You like making a mess on mommy’s pants? What if mommy doesn’t have any change?” Wanda snaps out of it.
“I didn’t know, mommy!” Wanda climbs of your lap and starts pacing around your office. She starts ranting about solutions till you interpret her. “Wanda, baby, I was only joking. Of course I have change in my office,” you laugh as you turn Wanda slightly around and slowly massages her boobs. “You stress to much baby, just turn your pretty brain of and let mommy think.”
A moan in agreement is all you need. “Help mommy strip baby.” Wanda eagerly starts dragging your clothes of, like an animal in heat. Before you know it, you’re standing in your office butt naked. Wanda sits down on her knees, ready for her next command. “Now, mommy can’t be the only one without clothes?”
You drag your finger along Wanda’s check as she clothes her eyes and sighs. She has begun to undress - slowly as she chases the feeling of your skin. “Much better,” you pick Wanda up and carry her over to your desk.
The strap is sitting next to her, red and big. Wanda clenches her thighs as she watches you put it on. “Help mommy get it ready, would you?” You pull her hair into your fist and guide her to the shaft.
“That’s a good girl, taking mommy’s cock so well..” Tears have started streaming down her face as you guide her further on the strap. You pick up the pace before holding her still. “Shhh.. can’t have you come by humping my foot, can we?” Wanda looks up at you confused. Poor thing hadn’t even registered that she had started humping.
Slowly you drag her off the shaft and push her onto the wall nearby. Wanda closes her eyes as she prepares for the strap to line up, only for her head to be dragged back and mouth forced open. You push a gag ball into her mouth and fasten it around her head. “I know how loud you are when your greedy cunt gets stuffed.”
Wanda arches her back and starts lining her cunt up on your ‘cock’. “Greedy little girl, calm down, mommy will give you what you want,” as you harshly push the strap in. As Wanda starts making incoherent noises you slap her left ass cheek. “You stay quiet right this moment, or mommy will pull out.”
The rest of the strap goes in without issues, and you start off with a torturing slow pace. “Let mommy build it up,” your fingers trail down till you find her clit and start massaging slowly.
Your pace picks up and Wanda does everything in her might to stay quiet. She feels the familiar feeling down deep in her stomach start to build. Almost there-
You pull out.
Wanda’s head turns so fast it could’ve fallen off. Her eyes meet yours and you can see that she’s full on crying. “Mommy’s so mean, hmm?” She nods in agreement. You chuckle as you pull of her gag. “I’ve changed my mind, I want to hear you come, but if you even think about making a sound before you come I’ll edge for the rest of the week, okay?’ Wanda nods eagerly. “Words, sweet thing, I need your voice here.”
“Yes mommy, I won’t make a sound, just please fuck me!” You pick her up and sit back down in your office chair. “I won’t be doing a single thing Wanda,” you pull her down on her shaft, “I’ll let you come, but you’ll do all the work yourself.”
Wanda begins to protest, but figures out that this is better than nothing. She starts off at a fast pace, up and down. She puts her head in the crock of your neck and starts sucking. You never said anything about marks.
You stroke her back as you start to feel your own orgasm building up. After having been with Wanda for 5 years, you knew damn well that she can’t make her self come. So, you open up the drawer further and take out the wand. Your girlfriend is so busy trying to come that she doesn’t register that you have started the wand.
She screams loudly as you place the head on her clit. “Last warning, one more sound and you’re done.” The wand is currently on the lightest setting, but you plan on getting quite a few orgasms out of Wanda, so you put it up 3 notches.
Wanda’s breathing is getting uneven, so you know that she has max 30 seconds before she finishes. You move one of your hands onto her right breast and start pinching her nipple. Her legs are shaking and she taps your back three times as a request to come. “Release baby, come for mommy.”
You put the wand down as she rides out the orgasm. She sighs in relief as she collapses onto your lap. Wanda feels her body getting picked up and tries to pull out of your strap. “Don’t even think that i’m done with you baby, mommy knows you have more orgasms in you.”
Natasha Romanoff likes to think the she has it all. Keyword, think. Her company is finally surpassing you, she has a good reputation and money has never been a problem + her cat, Liho, is more cuddly than ever. But, even though she has her cat, she’s missing someone to be intimate with.
No, not the lovey dovey kind, but someone to fuck the brains out of and maybe cuddle. Nothing more, nothing less. Natasha could for sure find someone that would fulfill that, but if there’s one lesson she has learnt, is that one shouldn’t trust strangers. So, when she found her self incredibly horny and having no one to take it out on, she thought of you. Her old fling.
You two hadn’t worked out because you both needed to take control and she did not want a relationship and settle. So, you parted ways and sort off became nemesis, at least on the paper. Truth to be told, you two talked often, and it wasn’t business talk. Because even though you didn’t workout as girlfriends, you worked perfectly fine as friends. That’s how Natasha learned about your sweet little Wanda.
Your coworkers knew about Wanda, but the rest of the world didn’t. A part of the contract you make them sign is a strict NDA. Wanda was scared to be exposed as your girlfriend to the world, scared of what people might say about her. So you two had agreed to keep it secret. Whenever reporters brought up that she always joined you on trips, you had the excuse of her being your assistant.
Anyways, back to Natasha.
Natasha had asked to meet you and was currently outside your office. She had gotten quite the stares, but no one had said anything. But, she had found herself outside your office for quite the time. Natasha had good hearing, and even thought Wanda thought she was quiet, she heard. After sometime, Natasha got impatient and knocked. “It’s open.”
The office reeked off sex. In the office sofa Natasha could see Wanda sleeping under a blanket, and you sat in your office chair, fixing your tight bun. “Natasha, nice of you to finally come, our meeting was supposed to start 30minutes ago, yes?” Natasha smirks before answering; “Wouldn’t wanna intrude the good times with your girl.”
“What if I wanted you to join?” You two stared at each other for a long time before laughing. “I’m sorry for making you wait, I got caught up. What can I help you with?”
As Natasha explains her wish, you stare at her. Mostly in shock. Many might have called you crazy for even considering this, you honestly got turned on by the idea. You knew that you have lots of business trips upcoming that Wanda wouldn’t be able to attend, and the idea of Wanda touching her self wasn’t exactly pleasing.
oh, you jogged my memory… thank you so much anon. i had a little drabble sitting in my google doc like this. i hope you don't mind if i share with the class.
The camcorder’s red light blinks steadily. You’re already entranced by it, mouth stretched wide around Natasha’s cock, bobbing your head with eager, messy devotion. Saliva dribbles down your chin. Your eyes water, but you can't stop.
Natasha groans low, the sound vibrating through her chest. One of her hands grip the camcorder, and the other cradles the back of your head, guiding you gently as her hips roll forward to meet your mouth.
“Fuck… look at you,” she breathes, voice rough with arousal. “My perfect little pornstar. So eager to suck your Daddy’s cock.”
You moan around her length, the vibration pulling another deep groan from her. You take her deeper into your throat, nose brushing against her lower belly, cheeks hollowing as wet, filthy sounds fill the room. Natasha’s fingers tighten in your hair.
“That’s my good girl,” she sighs, a thumb stroking your tear-streaked cheek. “So pretty when you’re choking on me. Keep going, baby, just like that.”
Her hips twitch, cock pulsing heavy on your tongue. Your head bobs faster, desperate and sloppy, completely lost in the salty taste of her and the weight of the camcorder’s gaze.
“We’ll watch it after I cum, okay?” Natasha groans softly, hips rolling. “Gonna watch it while I fuck you from behind, baby.”
Your cunt clenches around nothing. You look up at her with wet lashes. The camera stares back.
Could I perhaps request kara under the effect of red kryptonite with established relationship with reader (girlfriends)?
THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU
Kara Zor El x Fem!reader
Summary: Kara’s under the influence of red kryptonite, but neither you nor her realise. Kara slowly looses all her inhibitions and restrain, the only thing she still clings to- is you.
Warnings: violence, blood, stalker tendencies, dubious consent?, angst, fear, happy ending, swearing. Kara’s kinda freaky and scary. Slightly suggestive but it’s literally one line.
Word count: 1.8k
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Kara had been different lately, it was slight things, things that put you on edge and made fear creep up your spine. But still, most of them could be explained away— a bad day, stressful missions, lack of sleep.
She'd used them all over the last couple days, but still, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Deeply, terribly— wrong.
One night, when you were asleep in bed, you awoke with your heart thundering in your ears and a sickening feeling that you weren't alone. Someone was watching you.
With short breaths, your eyes scanned the room, trying to see in the darkness. You had to hold a gasp in when you noticed her in the far corner of the room.
Sat on a wooden chair in the left corner, the one opposite your bed— was Kara.
Stock still, she wasn't even breathing, the familiar rise and fall of her chest was gone. It reminded you of how powerful she was, how invulnerable. So many habits of Kara's were unnecessary, she didn't even need to blink, just remembered to do it enough that no one noticed.
She was just staring at you, she must have been watching you sleep, unaware she was there for God knows how long.
With a sleep tinged voice, you said, "Kara? What are you doing?"
The fear had crept back in now, in the darkness of your room where you could only make out so many of her features, you didn't know what she wanted, or why she was acting so strangely. Fear had never been a thing you felt towards your girlfriend, you knew she'd never hurt you— she loved you.
"I was watching you sleep," Kara sounded, in a word— off.
Distant, like the woman you knew and loved wasn't really there, just something that looked like her, "It's so odd, how humans start to deteriorate after only half a day without sleep."
Confusion only pulled at you harder, helping you knock the remnants of sleep away, forcing you to sit up against the headboard, "It's not a choice you know, just human biology."
Kara hummed quietly at your words, standing up from her chair and walking towards you, slowly and calculated— it felt like a predator moving towards its prey. Goosebumps rippled at your skin.
"Honestly, I think it's weak. Humans are so fragile— vulnerable." Kara was closer now, standing next to your bed with the moonlight trickling in from the window behind her. Her eyes were what caught your focus, the usual white of her eyes flashed red with glowing veins. Just for a second, before it faded back to darkness.
But you saw it, you saw the way her skin glowed crimson.
Kara leaned towards you, placing a hand on your headboard as she came closer, a crunch shocked you as the wood splintered from her powerful grip, "I can hear your heart beat," her voice was a mutter, low and curious, "Its so fast, like a little rabbits."
A smile twisted at Kara's lips when she heard it speed up even faster at her words, you yourself felt it thud harshly at your ribs, "Are you scared?"
You swallowed roughly as Kara's eyes traced every inch of your face, "Should I be?"
She laughed softly, that sick smile on her face growing even larger, "I don't know yet."
Before you could even open your mouth, she was gone. The only reminder that it wasn't a dream was the hand shaped crack in the hard wood of your beds headboard.
It was like someone had flipped a switch in her, turned off all restraint and rules that made Kara— Kara.
You didn't sleep the rest of the night, kept awake by the image of Kara sitting still for hours, just watching you while you were completely unaware. The image of what she could've done.
The next day, you received a call from Clark, who through your relationship with Kara, you knew was also superman. His voice blasted out from the speakers the instant you pressed accept.
"Is Kara with you?!" Clark sounded panicked, desperate— fear coating his words as they tumbled out of his mouth.
You were in your kitchen, making lunch, something with chicken like usual. You hadn't seen Kara in hours, not since she left your room so quickly your eyes didn't even register it. For the entirety of the day you'd actually been trying to not think about her. Which was difficult when she infiltrated every aspect of your life.
"No, why? Is she okay?" You placed the knife that was in your hand gently onto the marble of your kitchen table, pressing the phone to your ear harder so you wouldn't miss a word, "Kara's not safe, you can't be near her!"
"Clark what the fuck are you talking about?"
"She's been expose-"
The wall of glass in your story apartment shattered, shards flying every direction like translucent knives. In the commotion you dropped your phone, not hearing how the screen cracked and the muffled voice of Clark vibrated out of the speakers in terrified tones.
"He..y!— wh-ats"
Kara floated down slowly, landing on your living room floor with a click of her red boots. She'd smashed through your apartment, glass coating her hair and clothes, she paid it no mind. Why would she? It wasn't like it could hurt her, she was impenetrable. God like.
You could tell she was angry, the clench off her jaw was obvious in the bright lights of your kitchen, her hands were balled into fists, so tight that the veins pressed against the thin skin. But these veins were as red as blood, pulsating and glowing beneath her skin.
She took steps towards you, as you sat on the floor, having fallen from the blast and trying to hide from the raining glass. Kara 's foot stepped onto your phone, where Clark's voice still vibrated, the device split in two under the unrelenting force of her heel. Silencing Clark and removing all contact with the outside world.
"Clark doesn't know what he's talking about," whispered Kara, lifting a hand towards your face and cooing when you flinch at her touch, her palm cups your jaw, "I'm not anymore dangerous than I was. Now im free."
"No, s-something is wrong Kara," you whimpered, tears trailing hotly down your face, "This isn't who you are."
Kara frowned at you, almost mockingly but still warm beneath the ice, "Don't worry, I still love you— that is one of the only things that part of me had right," Kara smiled again, but the veins were back around her eyes and made her head and face twitch in something akin to a grimace, just for a single moment.
Kara lifted one leg over your lap, sitting down onto your thighs as you leaned back against a kitchen cupboards' door, still on the floor. Glass scattered all around you, "You're better than the rest of them," she leaned closer to you face and licked lightly at your cheek as another tear fell, "And so fucking pretty when you cry."
"Kara please," you sobbed in her hold, "I'm scared."
"I know," she whispered, "But it's everyone else who should be. I'm done playing nice when I get nothing in return." She sounded resolute, she'd made her choice, she wouldn't back down.
"You might be scared, but another part of you likes it," she whispered into the shell of your ear, "I can smell it." Her hand found your waist, fingers wrapping around you possessively as she leaned closer, breath brushing your mouth.
Just as Kara's lips brushed your own, her head snapped up, like she'd heard something no one else could. In a moment. She leaped off of you and flew towards the massive hole in the glass, staring out at the sky above the city.
Then you heard, like a plane but faster, something soaring through the air coming towards you both.
Clark didn't stop, driving right into Kara and sending her stumbling before she planted her feet and broke the floor as she dug in the toe of her boots, arms coming up to catch Clark around his shoulders before lifting him up and slamming him back into the ground with a hard crash.
In the daze he didn't notice as she placed a knee on each of his strong arms, pinning him to the floor as she lifted her fist, sending it down onto his face before loading up the next punch. She didn't even blink, that was the worst part, you had to watch as she pummelled her cousin over and over— the only family she had left, the man who had taught her English and lived with her when she felt so alone.
"Kara!"
You screamed her name as you picked up the biggest shard of glass you could find, pressing it against your neck as you looked at her, a thin trail of blood had already begun dripping from where you held it too tight against your skin.
"Stop, please," you begged her, watching as she heaved with exertion and Clark's face began to bloom purple under her strength. At the sight of you and your blood her eyes flickered, the red fading for a moment as the blue shone through— Kara breaking through.
Tears lined her eyes the longer she watched you tremble.
"Come back to me," you pleaded.
Kara gasped at your words before looking down at Clark below her, her breath caught in her throat as she realised what she had done. Pushing herself off of her cousin and crawling backwards until her back hit the other wall.
"Fuck!" Kara gasped, eyes wide as she pressed a trembling hand over her mouth.
You dropped the glass in an instant, rushing over to Kara and falling to your knees in front of her, ignoring the way small splinters of glass pierced your jeans and cut your skin.
Both of your hands raised to cup her cheeks, making her look at you and remove the hand against her mouth, "It's okay. You're okay." You murmured it over and over again until her breathing began to settle.
Pulling her into your arms as she slumped against you and cried, small apologies leaving her lips over and over.
"It- wasn't your fault Kar," coughed Clark as he began to sit up, sporting a black eye and split lip, "Red Kryptonite, you were exposed on that last mission.." Clark smiled at her sadly, ribbing a finger over his bruised eye, before standing and crouching by you both. "It's my fault, I should've seen the signs earlier."
"Im so sorry—" Kara choked as a fresh wave of tears hit hear, "I didn't mean to- hurt you."
"It wasn't you Kara, you had no choice." You tried to assure her, but you could tell the guilt still lingered. You looked at Clark and thanked him before helping Kara stand and leading her to your bedroom.
You helped her get into bed, "Sleep will help, I promise."
"I love you," she whispered, eyes still wet and guilt hot in her gut,
i love your supergirl fics 😏 🫶🏼 and i was wondering if u could do a supergirl x reader where it's like smut (whatever you want) but reader gets uncomfortable and they stop and kara is super loving and it ends up being a little comfort and fluff
paced | kara zor-el
summary: you had a bad day, kara’s there to comfort you
word count: 1.2k
tags: fem!reader, angst-ish, comfort, making out but not smut, lots of kisses
so happy to hear you enjoy my work 🥺💞 i hope i did your request service
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It felt like the right thing. Ocean waves lapping to wash the day away. Getting swept into the current of kisses was easy given the day you'd had.
Exhausting, that's the summary of it. Just one wrong step after another leaving shadows that haunted your day. You try your best to let it go, to let today end so you can just start new.
Kara's hands slipping beneath your shirt feels good. It feels refreshing, allowing your mind to just pause. It's nearly impossible to think of anything else when her tongue is pressed into yours and her fingers are working to unhook your bra.
You cup her cheeks, your mouth chasing right after her's anytime you were parted. You're trying to keep up, trying let it all go, trying to be absorbed into her.
Her goal is simple, please you. She had listened to your day, offered words of comfort. When that first kiss had landed it was easy to continue. It's a distraction too obvious to ignore.
But even now the day haunts you. The distraction fails, and it doesn't matter how good it feels to have Kara's fingers undressing you with such ease.
"Kara," your voice quietly pushes through a few kisses. "Kara, wait…"
She catches your upper lip in a quick kiss, mind otherwise occupied on undoing those hooks at your back. "Yeah, baby?"
You press your forehead against hers, not wanting her to leave but needing things to be put on pause. A part of you hesitates to confess, "It's not working. I thought… I don't know, I thought I could get into it."
Her hands immediately stop, palms pressing to your back as she readjusts with a changed goal. Her eyes open, scanning yours so she can find the problem and give the appropriate solution. Your heart's pounding, had been all day.
"Okay." Kara gives a curt nod, her nose brushing yours with the movement. "We'll stop."
Guilt tries to consume you. "Are you sure? I'm sorry to have started something just to flake on it."
"Hey, no." Her hands move to hold your face, thumb swiping over your cheekbone. "No, I'm glad you're telling me. You're not flaking on anything, you're taking care of yourself."
Kara has that smile pasted on her lips. The one that says she's proud. The one that reminds you how much she loves you (though the smile can only show a fraction of that). The one that welcomes your heart to melt into hers because she's got you.
"It was just a lot." Your voice is vulnerable now, and your eyes sting with the threat of tears.
Kara's brows furrow with concern, nodding again to affirm. "Yeah, fuck today." Her voice matches your volume.
You chuckle at her colorful response. Her eyes make sure to catch the way the corners of your lips curl into a smile—even if only for a moment. Her thumb smoothes over your cheek another time, and she relishes the way you lean into her touch.
She speaks the softest you've ever heard her speak, "No, seriously, fuck today. Fuck anything that gets in your way."
In her foul-mouthed softness she presses a kiss to your cheek. You sniffle, closing your eyes and just letting this carry you to comfort. The second your eyes are shut, she's pressing a kiss there too. Then your nose, your other cheek, your chin, that same first cheek again. Wherever her lips could find on your face.
It starts to tingle with how quickly she was moving, inviting laughter to fill your lungs. When you open your eyes again you see her just taking you in. It's not that oh my god, you're so fragile and I have to protect you look anymore, but that oh my god you mean absolutely everything and I have to support you gaze.
"Thank you." You lean forward to return at least one of the kisses, landing on her lips.
Your lips softly click as she returns the kiss. "My pleasure."
She means it. Kara is thrilled to just exist on the same planet with you, so this? It means something to her that she's built this with you. That she is the one you chose to go to even at the end of a rough day. That you sought her out, and she was helping you to just relax.
"Can I just hold you?" Kara asks, her hands moving to your waist. "We can lay in bed, just rotting away together for the rest of the night."
You smile happily at that offer. "That'd be perfect."
She's not forcing it to be fixed, or insisting that tomorrow will be better. She's just letting it be what it is. The day sucked, whatever. You had her now.
Her smile is somehow larger than your own and she covers your face with kisses galore as her hands go to the back of your legs to scoop you up in her arms. Your legs wrap around her waist, laughter allowing itself to be louder now.
She's dramatic with every step of it. Kara finds it to be so easy to be foolish for you. So her kisses continue, quick and ticklish, and she takes just a few steps towards you bedroom before her feet lift off the ground and she flies you both the rest of the way.
You're laughing quiet, her lips brushing your teeth as you smile into her next kiss. "Are you seriously flying us one room over?"
"It's efficient," she lazily shrugs, pressing a longer kiss into your lips before gently laying you down on the bed.
"It's silly," you reply, unwrapping your legs from her but resting your hands on her shoulders.
Kara lowers, her knees on either side of your legs as she lands softly over your body. "Did you just call me silly?" She feigns offense.
You smile, "I absolutely did."
"You'd better take it back." Her voice holds no threat.
"I can't take back the truth." Your fingers reach to tuck her hair behind her ear.
The rest of her hair falls around both your faces like a curtain. "Well, I guess that's true."
"You're giving up that easily, huh?" You tease.
Kara huffs, giving you a tender, lingering kiss before plopping her body right next to yours. "I recognize a losing battle, and I'm a pretty sore loser so I'd might as well quit while I'm ahead."
You hum, turning on your side to face her. "I don't really think you were very far ahead."
"Shhh, baby, let me hold you." She can't stop her grin from spreading, but pulls you into her before you can get too good of a look.
It's easy. Your arm drapes over her waist, your head rests on her chest. Her hand splays over your back and rubs some soothing circles, and her chin rests atop your head. She's warm, and the gentle, rhythmic beating of her heart helps your body know it can relax.
Pretty decent wrap up to the end of an otherwise fucked day.
sex during the heatwave except you can’t really have sex because it’s too hot in the house. too hot in the bed. too hot on the couch. but his hand slides underneath your tank top anyway and you feel how hard he is through his shorts.
“we shouldn’t.” “we can’t.” swapped between kisses and mumbles and complaints about the weather but your skin grows sticky for reasons other than humidity. his lips are wet with sweat and spit, your thighs cling together around his wrist…because now you’re on your sides in front of the fan kissing and touching beneath clothes — fingers in your cunt and fingers wrapped around his cock… sex but not quite sex.. whimpers curling into the thick summer air ..
Pairing: Mommy!Wanda x Fem!Reader
Summary: You've had one too many glasses of wine. Thankfully, Mommy's here to make sure nothing bad happens, right?
Content Warning: Dubcon, mommy kink, intoxication, fingering (R receiving), power imbalance.
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: for the wonderful @sokovianpuppy on her birthday. i hope i did your kink list justice with this one. please be mindful of the dubcon tag, the con is very dub!
The lamp hums, its low golden glow the only source of trembling light in the living room. Outside, you can hear the rain tapping against the windows impatiently, but inside, the air is thick, cloying. Wanda’s perfume, something with fig and wood, usually makes your nose scrunch, but with how much wine you’ve had, all you can smell right now is the dizzying scent of crushed grapes.
You’re curled on the couch in one of Wanda’s oversized sweaters, the one that feels like it might’ve been plucked straight from a cloud. A half-empty glass of wine rests in your hands, your second now, while Wanda watches you from the other end of the couch. Her green eyes sparkle with something predatory that you don’t notice.
“Drink up, big girl,” she murmurs, her voice velvet to your ears. “You’ve had a very long week. Mommy wants to make sure you’re nice and relaxed.”
The bottle in her grasp tips forward, and the wine glugs generously into your glass, color so deep it makes you think of blood. You sip again, the wine burning sweet down your throat, and then again, over and over until your glass is lighter and the room is a little tilted on its axis. You swallow sluggishly, but when you try to pull back, Wanda keeps the glass there a second longer, and a trickle escapes the corner of your mouth when you finally pull away.
“Um,” you begin, your words coming out slower and softer than you want them to, a giggle laced between your words that doesn’t quite belong to you. “I think, um, that’s enough for me.”
Wanda shifts closer, the movement silent. Her hand finds your knee and begins to stroke, her thumb tracing little circles that make you skittish. “Shh, you’re fine,” she soothes, and your body slackens at the sound. “You’re alright, I’ve got you. Look at you, baby, blushing like that. You’re so pretty like this.” Her voice has a pleased note to it, like a panther curled up in the shade of a tree, body tense and waiting to pounce.
The hand at your knee doesn’t stop. It slides up your leg and teases the hem of your sweater.
You squirm, pressing your legs together instinctively.
“Wait–” you say, the word slipping from your tongue. “My head feels weird.” Your voice is smaller, breathier than you’d like, almost faintly whiny. You push her hand away weakly, but the alcohol has turned your muscles soft and useless.
“Shh,” Wanda says again, the sound scratching a deep part of your brain. “Let me take care of you.” A gentle kiss to your temple while her fingers keep moving, slipping down until they cup between your legs over your panties. They’re already damp, and the realization makes your face burn hotter.
You squirm, your hips twisting away from her touch, but she follows easily, hand pressing more firmly.
“You’re getting so wet already, baby,” Wanda murmurs, her voice soft like velvet wrapped around a knife. “That’s okay. Your body needs this.”
“No… I don’t–” you begin, but the words tangle in your brain. You try to close your thighs, but her knee nudges between them, holding you open, exposed. Hot tears gather in your eyes, blurring the lamplight into hazy stars. “Wanda, please. It’s too much. I can’t.”
Another hush, less soothing than before, and then she’s nuzzling into your neck as her fingers push your panties aside. They slide through against your slick labia, slow and deliberate, and then, without hesitation, push inside you without any resistance at all.
The sudden stretch prickles your eyes, and a broken whimper escapes your throat. You’re so full it hurts, and you feel yourself clenching around Wanda’s fingers despite confusion spinning in your mind.
“Easy, baby, I’ve got you,” she murmurs, her voice low and soothing like she’s comforting a child. Her fingers curl deeper, stroking steadily against the sensitive spot that makes sparks shoot in your chest. The sound is filthy, rhythmic, and you whimper. “Just breathe. Mommy’s right here.”
The word lands when your head is already floating, thoughts too scattered to catch it fully, and it slips from your own lips before you can stop it, slurred and needy.
“Mommy…” you sob softly, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Shame and heat twists together in your belly. “Mommy, wait– it’s too much, I can’t…”
“Poor, poor thing,” Wanda coos, almost mockingly, and your cheeks flare with heat as she leans in to lick away one of your tears. “But you’re taking my fingers so well. Look how nicely you’re opening up for me, baby.”
She scissors her fingers, stretching you impossibly wider, and the burn blooms into heavy pleasure that makes your hips jerk wildly. You whine, loud, pushing at her shoulders weakly as you squirm beneath her.
Your body is sliding against the couch, skin sweaty and sticking to the fabric. The sweater you’re wearing, Wanda’s, feels almost suffocating now, rubbing against your nipples with every twist and squirm. The scent of your arousal thickens the air, mixing with the foggy smell of wine.
“Mommy… please, it’s too deep,” you say, voice cracking with dizziness. Your hips buck, trying to dislodge her, but the movement only drives her fingers deeper, and you moan despite yourself.
Your arousal coats Wanda’s hand, shining in the low lamplight. She holds you closer, moving an arm to wrap around your waist, effectively pinning you against her while her fingers keep their steady, unrelenting rhythm.
“I know, baby. I know it’s a lot,” she soothes, her voice soft, and you almost forget how much you didn’t want this. “But Mommy’s here to help you, okay? You’ll feel so much better after you cum, sweetheart.”
Her thumb nudges at your clit insistently, and then it starts to circle, forcing out a cry from your mouth. Your legs tremble uncontrollably, thighs trying to clamp around her arm but they’re too shaky, your cunt too needy to allow the movement.
Tears stream steadily down your cheeks, and the blurry room won’t stop tilting. Every breath tastes like wine, and the wet sound of her fingers pumping into you fills the room alongside your desperate pants.
“Please, Mommy– slow down, please, everything’s spinning,” you sob the words, half-begging, half-whining, not even sure of what you want anymore. The pleasure coiling tight and hot in your cunt is almost terrifying with how fast it’s building.
“Mommy knows exactly what you need,” Wanda says gently, almost tenderly, as if she was reading your thoughts. Her fingers curl with purpose, fucking you hard enough to make your hips cant upwards with every thrust. Her lips find your forehead, then your soft, fluttering eyelids, and finally a kiss to the corner of your trembling mouth. “My good girl. Let it build, sweetheart. Don’t fight it.”
You shake your head weakly, another broken sob escaping. “I can’t– Mommy–” The word keeps slipping out, making you dizzier, making everything more confusing. Your hips twitch in conflicted little movements, sometimes pulling away from her touch, other times grinding down on her hand. Sweat trickles down your back. The pressure inside you swells unbearably, every stroke of her fingers dragging you closer to the edge you never asked for.
Wanda’s breath is warm against your ear. “That’s it, baby, don’t fight it. It feels good, right? Let your body relax, don’t fight it.”
Your orgasm crashes over you without any mercy. Your whole body seizes, back arching sharply off the couch as a raw, choked cry is torn from your throat. Pleasure rips through your drunken haze in sharp waves, your cunt pulsing hard around her fingers, and warm wet heat gushes down your hand and onto the cushions. You’re sobbing through every spasm, tears flooding your vision, limbs shaking helplessly, your release too big, too intense, like it’s tearing through you.
Eventually it slows, weakening to soft pulses. Even as you tremble and whimper in the aftermath, Wanda’s fingers are still inside you, buried deep and stroking softly through the fluttering aftershocks. Your head is cradled against her chest, tears sticky against your cheeks.
“Mommy’s got you. Breathe, baby. Just breathe.” Her free hand strokes your hair, heart-wrenchingly gentle even as her fingers give one last possessive curl inside you.
Your face finds her neck, dazed, exhausted, the room still spinning slowly around you. “Mommy…” you whisper, voice tiny and lost, unsure why the word in your mouth feels both comforting and terrifying.
Wanda smiles against your hair, pressing a soft kiss. “That’s right. Mommy’s here.” Her fingers twitch once more inside you, a wordless promise. The rain outside continues to fall. “Mommy’s not going anywhere.”
Summary: Ever since finding out you were pregnant, your wives have been attentive and soft in a way you’ve never seen before. Tonight, they help take special care of you in the bath.
Warnings/Tags: domestic wanda and nat, no use of Y/N, they really love petnames, wanda speaks romanian, fluff, smut, bathtub sex, soft sex, bottom/sub reader, implied top/dom wanda and switch nat, kissing, groping, orgasm from nipple stimulation, i kinda robbed yall of the bedroom action sorry
Word Count: 4.45k
A/N: Let’s pretend poly-marriages exist for a second, okay? Also, this lowkey came out later than I wanted it to but I got a little caught up on Love Island twitter icl. Plus, apparently idk how to stfu so this got longer than I expected it to, especially for my first time writing something explicit.
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Ever since Wanda and Natasha forced you onto maternity leave, you’ve had a sickening amount of time to yourself. Instead of taking your place beside them at the company, you stayed at home meal prepping their lunches, cleaning, and making dinner.
Everything you once found fun or relaxing became boring after the first month. Especially after the two of them started meal prepping for you instead, getting a firm handle on both your dietary restrictions and fleeting cravings. Next was Wanda starting to insist more on going out for dinner. Then it was Natasha hiring private cleaning services.
Rather than there being time between tasks, there was just time. There was nothing to do. So, you decided to fill that space in another way.
Shopping.
You figured it was the one activity they couldn’t stop you from doing if it was all for the baby and you—mostly you at this stage. You were prepared to endure nagging when you checked the time and noticed you’d be getting home later than your wives.
Part of you was expecting a suggestion to do online shopping instead, hire a personal shopper who had your measurements down pat, or let them pick everything up before coming home to you. Wanda sure did love dressing you.
Instead, you came home to a kind of quiet that left you skeptical of their intentions. Not quiet in the way there was no chatter, just quiet in the way there was no fuss or sweet words steering you towards the “right” choices.
It was shocking.
Earlier this week, Natasha was stressed out of her mind when you joined her on your usual run about the park. You figured, if you couldn’t join them at the office, might as well enjoy the ritual before work. Not only did she jog half the usual pace, she cut the route short altogether. She turned back home a mile in.
None of your cursing changed her mind. You both cleared this routine with your doctor weeks ago, but Natasha would always turn around the second your breathing lost its usual rhythm.
You’ve been making her walk the mile with you since. And though she thinks you’re not aware, you hear her visit the home gym forty-five minutes before your alarm goes off every morning.
You know she’s using the treadmill.
Upon walking in, you found Natasha rushing across the foyer to meet you at the door. Before your bags could touch the ground, there was a kiss upon your cheek and fists around the handles of your totes.
“Go sit in the mudroom. I’ll put these in the living room. Wanda wants a haul after dinner malysh.” From the aroma alone, you could nearly taste the steak at the entryway.
“Of course she does.” You sighed out.
That was another thing. You weren’t allowed to take your own shoes off anymore. You grunted while bent over, three weeks ago, and the two of them had taken it with the utmost seriousness. It was almost terrifying how adamant they were about tying your shoes.
Eventually you learned to stick with sandals for most of your outings. Thinking you’d be home before them, but knowing how much you’d be on your feet, you chose your favorite sneakers today.
Leave it to Natasha to assess you from head to toe in a heartbeat.
Your redhead was back within seconds, eager to attend to you. Her adoring eyes fell over you again as she reached towards you to smooth out your hair. She rubbed and brushed gently over your head before bending down for a real kiss.
Natasha’s palm rested over your ear as she pressed her lips onto yours. It was tender. And while all you tasted was home, all she got was a hint that you’d indulged in mall food before getting back.
You pulled away, decided you weren't finished, and leaned back in to peck at her lips. “You’re ruining my appetite.” Natasha smirked and caught your bottom lip between hers, sucking it softly. The two of you fell back into an easy rhythm. You wanted to deepen it, open wider for her, hoping to slide your tongue in her mouth. But before you could go for it, she was drawing away from you.
“I think those cinnamon pretzel bites already did the job, malyshka.” You pouted at her, annoyed by how easily she figured it out even after you took care of washing the treat down on the drive home.
“I only had like five Natty.” You rolled your eyes, making a more than obvious effort to lose eye contact.
You could see the way she raised her eyebrows at you before kneeling. “Right.” You faced her again, following her movements as she rolled up your pants' leg.
“I did.”
“Tell that to Wanda.” You were quiet for a moment as she started to undo your shoelaces.
“You think I can brush my teeth before we get to the kitchen?” There was a fifty percent chance she’d kiss you before dinner and find out the same way Natasha did, but you were hoping that a chaste peck and chatting her up could distract her enough later.
“Baby, your receipt’s in the Rosie’s Boutique bag.” She slid your right sneaker off.
“Maybe I could trash it then?” You wondered.
Natasha pats your calf before getting up to store your shoes away. “I’ll throw it out in my office. It’ll be our secret.”
You kicked your leg out and rubbed your feet up and down her leg, slightly dragging her sweats with the movement, giggling as you spoke. “Mm, you’re so good to me.” She shakes her head, amused by your actions, as she closes the mudroom cabinet.
You bit your lip at the sight of your slightly swollen ankles, hoping Natasha wouldn’t say anything to you about them, or worse, to Wanda.
She’s back on her knees again, and you watch as she lightly massages them. Unbothered by the dampness, she brushed her thumbs over the indents your socks had pressed into your skin. She slid your house shoes from underneath the seat and slipped them onto your feet with a breath of finality.
Natasha pulls you from the bench and back through the formal entry way, ready to make good on her promise to you. She leaves you standing in the hall as she runs to snatch up the evidence. She returns with a small smile on her face, waving the receipt at you, then slipping it in her pocket.
“Keep her company while I wrap up this email for Maria. I’ll be right down.” Natasha kisses your forehead.
A hum vibrates in your throat, and you turn to leave, but not before pinching her ass and rushing away; ultimately, fearing her retaliation. “You better be.”
A couple turns later and you’re greeted with the homely sight of your lover hovering over the island stove, two pans on the eye and a cutting board nearby. Seeing her in the kitchen always gave you a rush of warmth, loving how she seemed so at peace in the space. Every time you saw her standing there, it brought you back to the first time she saw the kitchen after the rebuild. Even as her wife, you’re not sure you ever saw her look more in love.
Your arms wrap around her midsection with swiftness. You stand somewhat to the side of her, knowing this was as close as you could get to her with your bump growing larger by the day.
“Hi draga mea, we missed you today,” she turns and pecks your lips “talk to me while I finish with the asparagus, will you?” You hummed and found a stool nearby, ready to tell her all about the deals you got on items for the nursery and how your new earrings match perfectly with your anniversary bracelet from them.
Wanting to give you something to do, your wife tasks you with pouring water for each of you. Usually, on a night like this, wine was the go-to. But with your predicament, it’d be a few more months before you could enjoy alcohol again.
Soon, Natasha was joining both of you and plating dinner for everyone. The food was steaming. Wanda carries her own plate, and yours, to the dining table while Nat sets her meal down, pulls out your seat, and grabs cutlery from the kitchen.
Your plates weren’t full for long.
A bowl of ice cream, two cookies, a chopped-up cucumber drenched in sriracha and sesame oil (courtesy of the Russian who insists you stay away from knives), a cup of tea, and two sad Disney movies later you were sat waiting on your ottoman as one of your wives drew the bath and the other handled dishes.
You rested against the foot of the bed, hand rubbing over your belly as you fought to keep your eyes open. Eating so much had worn you out, and now sleep was calling your name. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to get up again without Natasha’s help.
“Oh god, I’m stuffed.” You whine out.
Your wife walks in the room, drying her hands with a small towel. There’s no doubt she’d already tested the water for you. “Honestly, I’d be scared if you weren’t.” You grunted at her words and closed your eyes.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, it’s almost ready.” She laughs. “Do you want the chamomile or the lavender, krasotka?”
You had no energy to choose.
“Could you decide? I want you in there with me.” That was all you knew.
“We’ll do a blend tonight.” You nod and watch her disappear into the on suite once more.
Soon she’s reentering the bedroom and dragging you to the bathtub.
Natasha helps you undress quietly. It’s a ritual you wouldn’t give up for the world. You rest your hands on her shoulders as she helps you step out of your pants and underwear, grateful for all the ways she provides you with stability.
She proceeds to remove her clothing as you wait beside her, watching with, now, awake eyes. They trail over her form, taking in the scars of childhood, her curves, the freckles littered across her skin, and the goosebumps from standing bare.
She helps you into the water, one hand holding tightly onto your arm and the other supporting your back as you sit inside. Natasha joins you in no time. She settles in behind you, arms sitting loosely around your sides, legs encapsulating your own.
The two of you sit skin-to-skin, enjoying the dimly lit bathroom, evenly heated water, and a kind of serenity enhanced by the perfectly measured essential oils.
“I’m so happy Wanda decided on the heated tub during the remodel. I think this is my favorite part of the night.” Natasha was silent behind you. You giggle before turning to look back at her; her eyes closed as her head lay against the edge of the bath. She’d tell you she wasn’t sleeping if you asked, “just resting” instead.
“I’m starting to think you drawing a bath every night is definitely more for you than it is for me.” You pinch her lower thigh, drawing a performative hiss from your wife.
“So what? Now it’s criminal for me to need to hold my girl after a long day at work?” She kisses the side of your head.
You deadpan. “We cuddle almost every night, Natasha.”
“We don’t cuddle naked every night.” Her tone was full of grievance, as though it was criminal you weren’t always nude for her past 7pm.
“Just about.” There was no more giggling, just loud, unrestrained, laughter after you said those words.
You feel her chest jump against your back as she begins to laugh along with you. Then, it was quiet for a moment.
“I miss you when you’re at work—both of you. I miss being at work. I thought I’d enjoy leave, but there’s way too much nothing to do.” Natasha chuckles at that.
“We don’t want you stressed—we talked about this.” Wanda spoke from the doorway. She pads over to both of you and settles on the rug adjacent to the tub.
You turn to look at her, not having heard her enter the bedroom. “I know, trust me, I do. But I just feel useless. I miss doing something as simple as bringing files to your office, in heels, or cleaning the bathroom on weekends.”
“Celine does look good on you.” You flicked water on Wanda’s face and pouted.
“I’m being serious. You guys don’t even let me carry groceries in from the garage anymore.”
“Malyshka, you are not useless. You are creating life. You deserve this. We want to take care of you. We need to take care of you.” You feel Natasha’s hands splay out atop your own and across your stomach, your bump looking especially precious to her in that moment. Wanda’s hands join yours there; the three of you interconnected in a single moment.
“I think, in a way, we feel on the outside of things. You’re carrying twins for us. Your body is changing every day and the least we can do for you is give you peace of mind. So no, we don’t want you handling harsh chemicals, no we don’t want your feet swollen into designer heels for nine hours a day, and no we don’t need you hauling bags into the house. You are the one doing all the heavy lifting between us. And you may not see it that way, or acknowledge it, but we do. And we admire you for it.”
Natasha’s fingers lace with yours, creating a ripple effect. You all squeeze each other’s hands tightly. “We love you for it.”
Wanda nods in agreement and speaks.
“We do. It’s not that we see you as fragile or incapable now. We see you as stronger than ever. Doing what we do for you gives us a chance to match that strength.”
“We want this journey to be as safe for you as possible. We’d do anything to make sure you and the girls come out of this healthy.” Natasha peppers kisses along your right shoulder while Wanda brings your intertwined hands out of the water and presses her lips long and hard against the back of your palm.
“I understand. I appreciate both of you. I just…miss my old routine.”
“And you’ll get back to some version of it, we promise. But for now, we just want you to relax. And while Natasha and I are beyond excited to see the twins, once they come, none of us will be able to enjoy our usual lifestyle. So much is going to change, my love. Let’s enjoy the slow period while we can.” Your lip quirks up at that.
The way the two of them always manage to speak to you so gently made you swoon. No matter how irritated you were with the slower routine, at the end of the day, it was always these two taking care of you.
Every annoyance was washed away by their patient explanations and getting you to see their perspective of things. While it didn’t dissolve all you felt, watching your old life slip from your grasp, you were content to be reminded that this wasn’t forever.
“Let us take care of you.”
You expect to find warm affection in Wanda’s eyes, and you do, but along with it is a look you know all too well. “I feel like that means something really different right now.” You whisper.
“Maybe.” Natasha mumbles against your skin.
You knew they’d be plotting something at some point this evening.
“You want it to?” An eager nod answers her question. In a split second, Wanda is on her knees and pulling your face close to hers. Her thumb brushes across your helix before coming to a rest right below your jaw. She feels the way it works as you open up for her.
There’s no hesitation, only heat. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, eager to wrap around your own. To drag the tip of it across the roof of your mouth and feel you shiver—like you always do. It was intoxicating, to be dragged into this space by her, by either of them, and to sit in a haze as they have their way with you.
The pregnancy only made you more submissive, if possible, and they relished your obedience and surrender. But the best part was how sensitive you became under their care.
Natasha squeezes your hip and you moan into Wanda’s mouth. You’d never been as vocal as you were now, and the two of them loved to grip onto you wherever they could—waiting to hear the way you responded to their teasing touches.
Both women wasted no time getting you on your knees. You face Wanda entirely, Natasha holding you up from behind, making sure you don’t slip and keeping your legs open for the two of them. She’s careful not to push her weight into you, keeping your belly from pressing hard against the wall of the tub.
Still, you start to feel annoyed at the barrier between you and Wanda, the tub’s edge and how, not, naked she was. Before you could whine about it, her hands were rushing up the front of your body, fervently, seeking a place to rest.
One hand drags down from your head to your hip, the other going to wrap around one of your breasts. You choke back a whimper as she pulls at a nipple, rolling it between her forefinger and thumb.
“I bet we could make you fall apart for us just like this draga. Won’t even have to touch that little cunt of yours.” Your heart jumps, and the building ache between your thighs become unbearable at the very thought of climaxing without either of their fingers inside you.
Your mouth falls open, unable to properly respond. Only her name comes out. “Wands...”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You nodded bashfully.
“Oh sweetheart, we’ve taught you better than that. Haven’t we, Natalia?”
Natasha’s touch was softer, not lacking passion, just slower, not hesitant, only intent. Her mouth sucked at the skin right under your ear, one of the spots that’d make you fall into her, just right, when she wanted to see you unravel. She was completely caught up in you, her ears only perking at the sounds of your breathless moans and pants, her body entirely attuned to the way you squirmed between them.
“Don’t tell me you need to be retrained too. Both of you, I want to hear you.” Natasha raises her head, partially dazed by the heat of the moment. Her skin flushed further at being called out.
A synchronized yes answers her.
You turned away from Wanda to look at Natasha. Your wife’s hands fell just under where you craved her and just above where you needed her.
Out the corner of your eye, you see Wanda begin to pull away. She ties her hair up quickly before getting her hands back on you. Your breath hitches as she dips her head lower and lower. Going from soft kisses and suckling across your sternum to having her teeth scratch lightly against the peaks of your breasts. Natasha watches your chest rise and fall. She feels arousal build at the sight of Wanda flicking her tongue over you and drawing in as much as she could fill her mouth with.
“Need you too. Please ‘Tasha.” Your hips rocked into her front.
“You up for the challenge, detka?” Instead of speaking, you take one of Natasha’s hands, bringing it to brush against the nipple Wanda had yet to touch.
It was enough of an answer for her.
Your head falls back onto her shoulder as she starts to massage you gingerly, knowing the softness of it all would keep you right where she wanted. Her hand was full of you.
As Natasha switches between thumbing over your nipple and letting the pads of her fingers circle them. Wanda’s letting her nails skim over your spit covered tit, drawing back whenever your moans heighten in pitch, then nipping at them when Natasha holds both steady for her.
The two work in tandem. Wanda swirling her tongue around the tips while Natasha restrained herself from manhandling the flesh between her fingers. Heat pooled in your lower stomach, tingles spread from the bottom of your spine to the base of your neck, and you attempted to push yourself further into Wanda’s mouth.
You tried to cover your moans, but your wife was quick enough to restrain you. Your wrist was brought back down to your side.
“Uh-uh, we wanna hear all your pretty sounds.” Natasha’s voice was deep and full of warning, only adding to the buildup.
The noises you wanted to mask came spilling out as Wanda dragged her tongue heavily across your chest. They came out messy and long. Your breathing turned erratic, your gut tightened, and your back arched as she worked you. The steam around you had each of you glistening with sweat. Instead of your muscles being relaxed by an evening soak, they were now drawn taut by the effort of keeping up with the women embracing you.
“Look at what she’s doing to you, malysh.” Natasha commanded. “Already got you on that edge, huh?”
“Please I—Fuck!”
You could barely hold eye contact with her. Those deep green eyes that glinted, almost sinisterly, when she had you on the precipice. When she knew she could take it all away from you. You could only pray she wouldn’t.
“Faster. Wanda. Need it.” She hummed over your skin. Any other night, she’d never take a demand from you. She expected pretty pleas at all times, play or not, she gave you what she wanted you to have.
Natasha went from looking over your shoulder, admiring your wife on her knees, a sight she doesn't get often, to leaving hickeys up and down the span of your neck. You hissed when she bit down, moaned when her heated tongue smoothed over the mark, smiled when she kissed you and whispered in your ear.
“So perfect for us. The sooner you cum, the faster I clean up your little mess down here, krasotka.” She palms your ass, spreading you apart, exposing you, and letting the air graze against your most sensitive area.
You were dripping by now, aching for either of them to slide a finger between your folds, over your clit, to dance around your opening, all before stretching you open. You could feel the way your arousal trickled down your thighs, not taking long before it dribbled into the fragrant water below.
Natasha sucks your earlobe into her mouth, teeth grazing it, as Wanda’s tongue flits around your areola, and you cry out for the both of them in a single breath.
You clenched around nothing, feeling a pleasant wave of warmth wash over you from your chest to your core. The feeling was euphoric; you had only ever come once from nipple stimulation alone. Natasha and Wanda have been vying to get you there since.
The night it happened led to their longest session with you. The state you entered following that wave of ecstasy was the highest they’d ever brought you to. It was addictive to watch as your eyes glaze over, to have you cling to them, to hear the most unrestrained sounds fall out of your mouth as they fucked you.
Your hands clutch Wanda’s shoulders as she laps over your nipples for the last time, feeling especially overstimulated even through the carefulness of her motions.
Wanda pulls back with a triumphant look on her face, watching you go limp in Natasha’s arms. Her thumbs rub circles into the sides of your hips as she watches you twitch, your bottom half searching for the same stimulation.
Her hands leave to hold your face, her fingers pushing back strands of damp baby hair before your cheeks rest in her palms.
“My beautiful, beautiful girl.” She kisses your forehead. “We‘re so proud of you sweetheart.” You whine at her tone, her praise, and her smile widens. She bites down on her lip, shooting a look to Natasha before standing on slightly shaking legs, her knees weak from kneeling too long.
They had you in the perfect state for them. Blissed out and pliant, soaked, ready for whatever came next, willing to take everything they could give you.
“Let’s take you to bed. We’ll get you all comfortable so Natty can do something about this, my love. Yeah?” Wanda’s palm slid over your folds, collecting your arousal and spreading it over her fingers, as she spoke.
She reaches out to take your hands while Natasha lifts you up. They work together in getting you to dry your feet on the rug, not wanting you to slip on the tile as they aided you to the bedroom.
The three of you spend the rest of the night tangled up in one another, both of them mindful of your physical limitations, but stretching you out every way they desired. Natasha was the first one to knock out, leaving you and Wanda cuddled up in the center of the bed, Nat’s limbs hanging off the side, sheet barely drawn over her naked form.
You two spoke gently to each other, not wanting to wake her up, but wanting this quiet, soft, moment to last even a minute longer.
“I was thinking of going to mommy yoga downtown. It’s low impact. Plus, I can do a majority of their classes up until my due date. They have lessons for every trimester. What do you think, Wands?” You turned your head towards the wife that was barely hanging on to consciousness, the other breathing deeply behind you.
“I think we already do enough mommy yoga, iubi.” She muttered drowsily.
