[randydotcom-deactivated20250628]

okay but are you going to be understanding if your dom is a little nervous and not as suave as you'd expect their first few times when domming you? are you going to make them feel comfortable enough to slip into the role without making them feel stupid about it? are you going to accept that real sex is not always as rigid as it would seem in text posts or your fantasies and that it is okay if there are some unserious moments in between the intensity? do you understand that we are all just people having fun and we need to be gentle with each other when showing this vulnerability?

[pr3ttypunisherr]

^^^

[i-hate-you3000]

"i watch arcane for the plot"

the "plot":

[musiicpix3l]

Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

[boolger]

Dark nsfw dubcon Valeria x reader x price vibes

Valeria would be the first one to admit that the sight of Captain John Price had surprised her; especially when she learned he had gone rogue.

An even more pleasant surprise however, came when she saw you see the man for the first time. Valeria had had her claws in you for almost two years and it was easy for her to recognise how instantly flustered you got at the mere sight of the man - despite trying to hide it and seem nonchalant about it.

No, Valeria wasn’t stupid and the idea came to her immediately - in fact, she felt so confident in it within a few seconds, that she only waited a few days to make sure that Price was serious.

Then she made her shot.

Without asking you of course. Even if you would deny the obvious little crush you had, Valeria wasn't stupid.

When she whispered what the plan for the night was, hand already in your pants, caressing your cunt, she felt the way you tightened - the way you almost got wetter like a Pavlov reaction. She didn’t tell you too much, she liked keeping you guessing. Needy for her, desperate for guidance. That was why she liked you.

You had been a feral little thing when she found you on the street. Desperate and pathetic - lashing out at everyone and everything. A bit of discipline and attention and you were putty in her hands; hers to mold and change, to break down and rip apart and force you into the shape she wanted.

You shot at anyone when asked to, stabbed when she waved at you - desperate for praise and attention afterwards, melting at her words when she scratched you beneath your chin.

Her little plaything. She couldn’t wait to watch you fall apart when Price fucked you.

[boolger]

Lowkey daddy and mommy kink

Valeria’s hands were around your wrists, holding you down in a tight grip, her eyes flickering between you and between yours legs, where John Price was currently eating you out.

Your legs were over his shoulders, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, keeping you from escaping, as his mouth attacked your hole and clit, his beard tickling and scratching you. It was only Valeria’s grip on you that kept you from grabbing his hair and ripping him away, in a desperate attempt to stop the overstimulation.

Valeria liked when you cried - you knew that after all the times you had been with her. She liked you desperate and whiny, overwhelmed and frustrated, just on the edge of insanity. Letting pain melt with pleasure, mixing it so violently that you couldn’t tell them apart.

Price wasn’t quiet. No he was slurping obscenely between your legs, which only embarrassed you even more, acting like your pussy was the best thing he had ever tasted.

“Please - ah - Val - Pr-price ah, no more - stop, please -“ you were babbling, barely able to construct a proper sentence, “no - mami- Por favor - ah—“

“Not me you should be begging, cariño,” Valeria crooned darkly but she would always be the one you would go to first; the one you would be most loyal to despite everything she had done to you.

“Plea-please mister price -“ you wailed, twisting your hips in an attempt to get away from him, looking down and whimpering as you met his dark eyes as he sucked hard on your clit, “no more - no more, please - “

One second later one of Valeria’s hands was gone from your wrist and it hit your tit in a quick, sharp slap, making you cry out.

“Not his name, cariño,” she reminded you with a cruel voice, while Price began to suck on your poor clit again, sparks of pain and pleasure hitting you.

“Papi!” You finally cried out, tears streaming down into your hair and the bed, your voice bordering on a scream, “papi please!”

Finally Price’s mouth disappear, making you take a few shaky breaths as your poor pussy finally get a break, the sound of the man’s dark chuckling making you close your eyes.

When he slid his cock into your pussy, one of his hands had a hold of your wrists, the other digging into your hip.

Valeria was sitting on a chair in the hotel room, only a couple of steps away, her eyes on you and Price, taking slow drags of her cigarette, commenting on the two of you now and again, her free hand between her legs under her pants.

“Fuck -“ the older man pulled out slowly, his cock stretching your poor pussy and you appreciated the time he had taken to eat you out, the slide easy from slick and spit, “I could fuck this pussy all bloody day.”

Valeria chuckled darkly, “wait until you try her mouth, compa.”

Her voice sounded like it was underwater to you, especially as he forced his cock into your again, muttering about how tight you were. Your almost instinctly tried to get away from the cock, your mind telling you it was too much, but Price simply pressed you harder into the mattress, pulling his hips out again, cooing at you. His words were somewhere between sweet and mocking - perhaps both. You weren’t sure. Especially not as he tilted his hips and suddenly hit the right spot, a loud whine leaving you. A soft laughter left him and you found yourself begging.

“Papi - more - please - ah -“ your eyes rolled back as he thrusted into you again and again, “papi - fuck - papi—“

“Does it feel good, princesa?” You tightened around him as you were reminded of Valeria still being there, a groan leaving him.

“Sí - sí sí, gracias, mami—“ when she had told you that he would join the two of you tonight to fuck you, you hadn’t exactly been thrilled at first. Afraid it was a trick, that she was testing your loyalty to her, but right now you were so thankful that she had pushed through with the demand.

“You can fuck her harder, Price,” she offered while you whined, “she can take it.”

“Mami please -“ you began to babble again, words constantly switching between Spanish and English, as if choosing one language was too much for you right now.

He slammed into you, making you scream. You didn’t care about the other guests in the hotel anymore, didn’t even try to keep your voice down. You were fucked like he owned you - when he spit on your face you tried licking it up without hesitation, nodding and whining as he called you a slut. Slapping your clit, tightening his hand so tightly around your wrists when you struggled that it hurt.

When you came he slapped a hand over your mouth, snarling about you being too loud, Valeria laughing in the background, but you didn’t care, you felt nothing but euphoria.

[orteil42]

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

[ro4dkiller-deactivated20251020]

From cuddling to getting pounded face down in your pillows

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[dash-in-the-pitt]

lord I have seen what you done for others

[meko-writes]

Butch Knight on his knees for his Princess, eyes shining with unspoken devotion in the low light. Battle-hardened hands ache to touch the expanse of leg he can see. But he wasn’t allowed to, not with hands so unworthy.

If they shiver slightly at the feeling of his Princess’s hands in his hair, they do so silently. Swallowing the whine that threatens to bubble up when her fingers still against his scalp.

Such sweet torture. And it was nothing compared to the ache between the knight’s legs, or the mirroring ache in his knees that throbs along with his heartbeat. Like a drum that soothes as much as rallies.

“Did I tell you to stop, darling?” Fingers that had previously been gentle now snatch firmly at his hair and pull. His ears turn pink at the tip as he burns in shame. She hadn’t given him permission to stop.

His Princess watches through narrowed eyes as he shakes his head and offers an apology.

Ever eager to please, the knight bows his head in a wordless apology and braces himself on hands and knees. Lips and tongue offer the fealty of a starving man treated to a feast. And he only pulls away when the hands that keep him anchored against sensitive skin push him away.

He does whine this time. As soon as his mouth is no longer full of royalty. As if reading her knight’s mind, the princess slips two fingers into his mouth and the complaining ceases.

“Hush now. Good boys are seen, not heard.”

[thehoneybeestings]

GOOD GOD

[sevikasrightpinky]

UGHHHHH I JUST WANNA BE HER KNIGHTTTTT

[echoo-yells]

every clip I've seen of sepideh moafi kissing someone that woman is using TONGUE, she doesn't half ass anything 😭

[wandaslovey]

i have the hardest time focusing on a task once i start stressing about something. the problem is, once i start stressing about one thing, it starts this whole chain of a million things to stress about. SO in that spirit, i raise you a new wanda drabble inspired by my (sometimes) inability to reign in all my chaotic thoughts.

👇🏻

you had plans to ‘do the naughty’ with your girlfriend after work. you were looking forward to it your whole shift, never able to fully focus on the current task because you kept thinking about wanda inside you.

your belly curled with excitement on the drive home.

her hands, her lips.

she would be waiting for you since she always got home before you did.

kissing along your neck, murmuring how pretty you are beneath her.

you push down harder on the gas pedal. 15 more minutes till you would be in her arms. it felt like eternity.

her hands caressing along your naked torso, trailing down your thighs, then up, then—

traffic appears ahead. you grumble to yourself, pressing on the brake. the last thing you want is any delays.

as you stop and go amongst all many cars on the road, you find your mind wandering. this time to life’s stresses and responsibilities.

you had homework to do still. shit, wasn’t one assignment due tonight? you also meant to clean your bathroom today. oh - and the laundry.

fuck.

your car registration was expiring soon too. that needs to get renewed asap. that also means that there’s the car emissions test you needed to pass. you’ll have to make an appointment.

the rest of the drive home was a blur as you find yourself lost in thought. by the time you make your way into the house, you feel sufficiently wound up at all the responsibilities you needed to take care of.

“hi, baby.” wanda greets you warmly as she meets you in the kitchen.

“hi.” you murmur back with a gentle smile. she folds you into her loving embrace and kisses the top of your head. when she pulls back, her eyes are dancing with knowing mischief.

she stares for several seconds longer—assessing you no doubt when you don’t appear to be matching her energy.

“something the matter?” she presses gently. she holds your body close to hers still, unwilling to let go.

of course she can sense something was wrong. she can read you better than anybody else can.

you exhale, shaking your head as you scrub one hand over your face.

“no, ‘mm fine. just stressing a little bit.” you respond honestly. you knew there was no point in trying to hide your feelings.

“about?” she presses again, her hands sliding tenderly up your sides and then back down your hips.

“just.. stuff. i dunno, there’s a lot going on in my head.” your reply is vague. you didn’t want to risk hashing out everything and pivoting the direction of how this evening was supposed to go.

she hums in acknowledgment. her eyes are still holding yours with warm understanding. you almost melt on the spot as you stare into her green eyes.

wordlessly, she steps around you, taking your hand and guiding you to your shared bedroom. you follow behind silently, trying your hardest to push all the stressful thoughts away.

it doesn’t work too well.

you need to do your homework. if you put it off any longer, it may never get done. also the laundry simply cannot wait. your basket has been overflowing since sunday. did wanda buy more scent beads? you didn’t like doing laundry without them, and—

“hey, are you still with me?” wanda’s fingers lift your chin to look at her. you’re now standing at the end of your bed.

you nod your head, your eyes a bit wide with everything on your mind. “yes, sorry.”

she takes you in, eyes traveling over your face, down your body and then back up again.

“lay down for me.” she instructs gently, turning to head into the walk-in closet. there was a chest in there that had an impressive growing collection of toys.

you obey her almost immediately as if on auto pilot. you lay back half propped against the stacked decorative pillows.

when wanda returns, she holds your favorite pink dildo in one hand and a vibrator in the other.

she crawls up the bed, her body covering yours. she descends slowly, and when her lips press against yours, it’s gentle and sweet. you kiss her back, wanting to be in this moment with her but finding yourself unable to completely focus.

it’s almost as if she can feel your energy.

“tell me what’s on your mind.” she pulls away. it’s not a question. her hands run along your torso again, this time more firmly. you know she’s trying to ground you in this moment. she’s completely undeterred by your apparent distractedness.

you exhale slowly, and then open your mouth.

“i’m just really stressed. i can’t stop thinking about what all i have to do. i’ve been putting things off thinking i’ll remember the next day but then i never do and now i feel like i need to do everything right now. there’s so much laundry in my basket, at least two loads, and i can’t remember if we bought new scent beads. i also need to clean the bathroom. it’s been too long since i’ve cleaned my sink—like two weeks. i know there’s dust build up. and i have this homework assignment i’ve been dreading and now it’s due tonight and…”

wanda lets you get through your whole list. she doesn’t interrupt or rush you. by the end of your explanation, you’re slightly winded and sufficiently wound up again just like you were in the car.

she doesn’t say anything, her expression smooth and unbothered. in this moment, she’s your polar opposite. calm, collected, unhurried and present.

her left thumb strokes the sliver of exposed skin along your stomach.

“my, that’s a lot of things going through your head, hmm?” her tone was smooth—empathetic. her caress travels higher, her hand dipping under your shirt to explore more bare skin.

you nod, a small pout forming on your lips. you can feel yourself slowly melting into this moment.

everything about her was captivating. her calm presence almost demanded your attention—in a quiet way of course. it was like your body had no choice but to mimic her energy as she held you so intently.

she kisses your pout, then sits back on her calves. her gaze is intent on yours as she hooks her fingers into your pants. she’s slow, almost painfully so as she pulls them down your legs along with your panties. she discards them to the side.

all of her movements are slow and steady as she parts your legs, her palms pressed firmly against your thighs.

“stay here with me, baby.” her fingers tease along your inner thighs.

“mommy’s going to tell you what we’re gonna do, hmm?” one hand continues to stroke the soft skin of your thigh as the other pushes your shirt further up your stomach, exposing you to the cool air.

her palm lays flat against your sternum as she glides it down to your pubic bone.

it was becoming more difficult to remember what you were stressing about.

“now—“ she reaches somewhere to the side of you, but you’re too busy getting lost in her eyes to follow what she was doing.

you hear the low buzz of the vibrator.

your body shifts in anticipation.

she moves carefully as she places it so gently against your slit, running it up and down the sensitive folds there.

“here’s what’s going to happen.” she presses the vibrating head firmly against your clit. you gasp, your hips bucking into her hand. she slides it back down your slit.

“first, i’m going to fuck you.” your breath hitches. hearing her say it so nonchalantly makes your tummy curl.

“then we’ll clean up.” she slides the head back up to your clit, lingering there for a couple seconds before sliding back down.

“then we’re going to do your homework—together. you know mommy always wants to help her little girl.” she coos, the vibrator now building a soft rhythm as she glides it up and down your slit. her eyes are still intent on yours.

“after your homework, you can start the laundry and i’ll help you clean the bathroom. it is half mine anyways.” her gaze flicks down to your exposed pussy. she presses the head against your clit again. this time when your hips buck into her, she lets you grind yourself against it.

she pulls it away right when you start to sink into the sensation. you whine softly in protest. your hand slides along your thigh to reach for her free hand.

she grabs it, interlacing your fingers together.

the vibe finds your slit again, resuming its previous pattern.

“when we’re done with that, we can go online and make that appointment for the emissions test…”

she glides the head of the vibrator over your clit again, this time swirling it in small circles.

you moan, feeling yourself become lost in sensation versus coherent thought.

“and once all of that is taken care of, we’ll make a nice, yummy dinner. how’s that sound?” she presses the vibe firmly against your clit again. your hand squeezes hers, your brows knitting together in pleasure. you were surprised at how close you already were.

“um—“ you try to respond—try to think clearly.

fuck, it feels so good.

what did she ask you again?

“…yeah. okay.” you manage to breath out, your hips grinding against the toy.

“okay…what? what’s the plan, baby? i want to hear you say it.” she encourages. it wasn’t to be cruel as much as she wants you to repeat it to yourself so the plan feels more solidified in your mind.

“um… doing h-homework. starting laundry…mm..” she lets go of your hand, her fingers finding your now wet hole. she teases your opening with gentle pressure.

“fuck—um. cleaning the bathroom… booking the appointment.” you gasp as she slides two fingers inside you. paired with the vibrator you could feel you were getting so close.

“making dinner!” you manage to get out, your hands fisting the comforter beneath you.

her fingers are barely moving, just slowly sliding in and out. you can hear how wet you’ve become.

“did you purposely leave out the first part when i said i would fuck you?” she sounds more teasing this time, her fingers curling against your g spot.

“no!” you gasp, your hips rolling into her hand.

“say it.” she commands, her fingers pulling out and then sliding back into your warmth.

“fuck—mmf. fuck me—please, mommy, fuck me!” you beg, now feeling desperate for more.

“good girl.” she purrs.

you didn’t see her grab it, but suddenly when she enters you again, it’s the dildo instead of her fingers. you whine at the stretch.

it feels so good—

she’s not slow or gentle now as she fucks the dildo in and out of your wet cunt.

you squirm on her cock, your eyes watering at the overwhelming pleasure blooming in your body.

all your worries were long forgotten by now. they would be taken care of later. wanda would always take care of you.

“still worried about getting everything done?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“no mommy!” tears rolls down your cheeks now, your head thrown against the pillows in ecstasy.

“no. that’s right. mommy’s got you, baby. mommy will always take care of her little girl.” she praises you, the brutal pace and rhythm of the faux cock moving in and out of you along with the vibrator on your clit was almost too much.

you sob for her, fucked out in utter bliss.

she encourages you to cum for her, maintaining the perfect pace through your orgasm. she doesn’t stop until you’re whining and pawing at her to stop.

only then does she give you a little break. she turns off the vibe and sets it aside, but she doesn’t take the dildo out of you. she continues pushing it in and out of your pussy—so slowly and so gently now.

she fucks you until she can tell there are no more coherent thoughts running through your mind.

it’s just you and her and this moment.

[girlballs-archive]

gives you a badjob. a weirdjob. doing some unusual shit to your penis.

[drethelin]

Gives you funnylingus. Going clown on you. Commiting jester shit on your clit

[samirasystole]

i actually think it was really hot for trinity santos to walk in on her first day with that amount of confidence, make nicknames for every loser in there, try and get to do as many cool procedures as she could, catching some asshole stealing drugs, flirt with a 30+ year old surgery resident and still bag her after stabbing her in the foot, and just in general walking around and taking up her rightful space. i think women should do that more

[xjgyxx]

ex wife!baran (nsfw+sfw)

ex wife!baran who won’t admit that she secretly misses you and is still in love with you.

ex wife!baran who will show up randomly at your house and will say that she’s there to see the kids but really—she just misses you.

ex wife!baran who spoils the kids despite you telling her not to.

“come on, azizam. the divorce is already hard on them. let me buy them the trampoline, please.” she begs with that soft voice you always give into.

ex wife!baran who buys the trampoline so she can build it as an excuse to be at your house and see you.

ex wife!baran who will tell you that she has a date just to see how you’ll react (you don’t give a shit).

ex wife!baran who gets jealous when a mom flirts with you at your sons baseball game.

ex wife!baran who tries to act nonchalant when asking if you gave the mom your number.

“so.. you guys are gonna go have drinks later?” she says flatly, her arms over her chest as she stares ahead, pretending not to be bothered.

“why do you care, baran?” you ask her with irritation in your voice. “i don’t. i don’t.” she replies back, clearly jealous.

ex wife!baran who tries to convince you to try and work things out but you decline—not because you don’t love her anymore but because you’re scared it won’t work out.

ex wife!baran who calls you in the middle of the night crying because she misses you and the way things were.

ex wife!baran who secretly meets with you when the kids are at their grandparents house.

ex wife!baran who straps you down so good.

ex wife!baran who loves to be called daddy. she doesn’t know why but whenever she hears you moaning that out loud it takes her over the edge.

“oh my—daddy!” you moan out loud. baran fucking you from the back, thrusting so fast you could tell she’s close. “azizam..” she groans. you turn back to look at her, her head thrown back, lips slightly apart.

ex wife!baran who finally convinces you to try again after sneaking around for months.

a/n: sorry if this sucked, this is my first time writing!!

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

May 25: Six years since the police murder of George Floyd rocked the world.

The billionaires and their politicians were shaken by the popular uprising that followed, and now they are trying to exact revenge. But the struggle continues. We won’t give up. #BlackLivesMatter

[defloweredpetals]

Why don't you come and sleep with mommy tonight? Its cold and Mommy has the day off tomorrow. We can both sleep in our panties so that we can feel each other's skin against each other and since we're so close, why don't we rub against each other? Friction causes more warmth and it feels so good, doesn't it? Spread your legs a little wider, honey, so I can touch you. I'll put my fingers deep inside you until you're panting and begging for more. Maybe if you listen to Mommy and open your mouth wide I'll stick my tongue in and give you permission to cum.

Isn't sleeping in Mommy's bed so fun? The night is still young, though, and Mommy hasn't cum yet~

[maximoffsbutch]

maybe like mommy!wanda and uhh nerd!reader and mommy!wanda rewards nerd!reader for getting highest in her class? wanda could be like 35 and reader could be 22?

Academic Validation

Pairing: Mommy!Wanda x Nerd!Reader Content Warning: Praise kink, fingering (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving) Word count: 2k A/N: thank you for the request :-) i felt like i might have been writing out a deep-seated fantasy of mine at some point. it wasn't meant to be this long but i got a little carried away... enjoy!

Your shoulders ache with the weight of late nights spent studying hunched over your laptop, but you’d say it was worth it after finding out your final grade today. As you slide your key into the front door and twist the handle, the sound of low singing pulls you out of your thoughts.

Wanda is somewhere in the kitchen, humming away, and your lips twitch into a smile while you silently slip off your shoes and place your backpack on the floor. You’re trying to be as quiet as possible, but you should’ve remembered Wanda has some sort of sixth sense, because her hearing prickles immediately.

“Is that my baby back from school?” she calls out in a sing-song voice, and you bite down your grin.

“Uh huh,” you call back. You hear the fast pattering of slippers, and then Wanda appears, wrapped in a long silk dressing gown, eyes twinkling. 

Before she says anything, she moves close, arms wrapping around you in a tight, lasting embrace. Her lips brush against your forehead, then she kisses down your face, the tip of your nose, before her mouth hovers against yours. “Welcome home, baby.” A soft press of her mouth to yours, and you can feel yourself almost melt at her touch. “Go, honey, get undressed. You must be aching to relax, isn’t that right?”

You briefly mourn her touch when she pulls away, but you know she’s right. By the time you return from your shared bedroom and head back downstairs, Wanda’s on the couch, one leg delicately draped over the other, and you feel yourself staring at the long, smooth expanse of exposed skin.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Wanda says softly, amusement curling in her voice. She beckons you over to the couch, and you find yourself obeying instantly. The rug is plush under your feet, Wanda’s choice, of course. She picked almost everything that went in your home, from the kitchen counters to the beautiful ‘50s style fridge to the lovely deep velvet couch she was draped over now.

You move to sit beside her, only for Wanda to click her tongue. “Come here properly,” she tuts, then she pulls you close, practically into her lap. You can’t help the blush that rises in your cheeks as she wraps her arms around your waist. “How was school, baby?”

You hum, your tongue feeling a little heavy in your mouth. “It was okay,” you try to say evenly, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You wonder how she’d react when you tell her the news.

“Just okay?” Wanda asks, kissing your neck softly. “You know I know when you’re hiding something, right?” A spidery hand ghosts your side – you try not to huff out a giggle. Wanda’s lips curve up. “Tell Mommy what’s going on in that little head of yours.” Mommy. The word makes you shiver. 

You squirm, feeling the all-too familiar warmth creep into your throat like cotton. “I got my results back,” you force yourself to say, even when you can feel your words slipping away, the desire to submit beginning to rear its head.

“Is that so?” You hear the smile in her voice, like she already knows you’re something to be proud of. “What did my baby get?”

You lick your lips to wet them. You can’t even believe it yourself, honestly. You’d double, triple-checked with the professor, but no, it wasn’t a mistake. “I got the highest in the class.”

Wanda goes quiet. Her hand stills against your side, fingers curling slightly like she’s trying to grasp what you’re saying. Then, slowly, “The highest?”

You nod wordlessly, though now you feel a bit of panic rise in your chest. “I-I just studied a lot, it’s not–”

Wanda slides you off her lap gently so you’re facing her completely. Her eyes are wide, and her tongue runs along her lower lip, something you noticed she did when she was deep in thought. God. Is she disappointed somehow? The thought makes you bite your lip nervously, but Wanda’s hand moves to hold yours, stilling your nervous twitches.

“You got the highest grade in the class and you thought that wasn’t worth mentioning to Mommy?”

You visibly melt, nervousness and worry leaving your body like they’d never been there at all. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest.

Wanda shifts closer to you, and you inch backwards until you’re almost completely laying on the couch. “My smart little girl,” she purrs, a hand reaching up to brush through your hair before cupping your face. She kisses your jaw, and when she pulls away, the corners of her mouth are quirked up into a knowing smile. “Smarter than anyone else, aren’t you, baby?”

The praise heats your cheeks. You squirm under her, thighs clamped together. Your thoughts feel slow, like you’re wading through molasses, and you nod a little dumbly up at her. Wanda bites her lip and smiles. “Oh? You like it when Mommy praises you like that, sweetheart? Does it make your clever little brain all fuzzy?”

Words are cotton in your mouth. You nod again. 

Wanda’s hands move slowly across your thighs, her smile never faltering. Your legs spread instinctually. “Mommy’s so proud of you, baby.” A hand strokes your inner thigh, causing you to shiver. Her nails run along the thin fabric of your pyjama pants, a long, slow trail that stops just above your abdomen. “Can Mommy show you how proud she is of her clever little girl?”

Your voice cracks when you respond. “Yes,” comes out as a broken whisper.

“Yes, what?”

Your face is on fire. “Yes, Mommy.” Heat simmers between your legs. Wanda coos.

“My smart little girl,” she purrs, and your head spins. You feel your mind slip into that space that you know Wanda loves, the one she tries to coax out of you whenever she talks like this. Thoughts gradually eke out of your brain until your only thought is Wanda, Mommy, and how beautiful she looks on top of you.

Deft fingers slowly pull apart the bow of your drawstring pyjama pants, like she’s unwrapping a particularly pretty Christmas present, and you squirm in anticipation. She shimmies them off, with you lifting your hips up to help her, and then there’s almost nothing between her touch and where you want it most.

“Oh,” Wanda murmurs, looking down. “It looks like your body already knows what it wants. Clever thing.”

You bite back a whimper, head spinning with the praise, and Wanda looks pleased. Your underwear, a simple cotton affair, is soaked, sticking to you uncomfortably. She makes a little sympathetic sound, hooking a finger and pulling it to the side, and, fuck, you shiver as your cunt is exposed to the air.

“Mommy,” you whine, the word hanging in the air, and the smile Wanda gives you is nothing short of delighted.

“Use your words, baby,” she says, though it feels like she wants you to do the opposite with the way her fingers press against your warmth. “Use your clever little mouth.”

You squirm again. “I-I want you to touch me.” Your legs spread wider when you feel Wanda’s hands push them apart, and she bites back a truly delighted smile.

She doesn’t respond verbally, but the slow drag of your underwear down your thighs is enough for you. When the offending piece of fabric is hooked around your ankle, Wanda’s smile turns into something of a smirk. She inches backwards until she’s laid on her stomach, still with her eyes on you. The eye contact burns, but you don’t look away even when her head lowers, lower, lower, until her lips ghost where you want them most. “Say please,” she whispers, and you feel the words on your clit.

“Please, Mommy.”

A pleased hum, and then the swipe of a warm tongue parting your folds delicately. Your body shoots up off the couch, back arching, a gasp wrenched from your lips. “Mm– ah, Mommy!" is all you say between needy moans, and Wanda simply hums, her lips curled into a grin like the cat that got the cream. She traces your cunt delicately, circling your entrance, and lets out her own terribly sinful moan when the tang of your arousal hits her tongue.

“Oh, my baby,” she groans, breathing hot against you, and you shudder. “You taste so good for Mommy.” And then her mouth is back on you, hot and electric, tracing every part of you like she’s committing it to memory. Your clit thrums with desperation, and when her lips finally, finally, wrap around your clit, your hips buckle, a bolt of heat spreading down your legs.

“M-Mommy, oh–” You’re silenced by a finger circling at your quivering entrance, wet from Wanda’s mouth, and suddenly it’s pushing inside you roughly while she kisses, licks, noses at your clit like she’s starving for you.

She looks up at you through her lashes, and even though you can’t see her mouth anymore, you’re sure she’s smirking up at you. Her finger presses against your front wall, finding the spot she’s felt so many times before. A moan is torn from your chest, so loud you could’ve felt embarrassed, but Wanda purrs in satisfaction. When she pulls her finger out again, you whine at the loss, but then she starts fucking you, angled just right to hit the spot that makes you see stars whenever she bottoms out.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” you babble, words failing you, your brain slowly turning into mush while Wanda fucks you, looking up at you like you’re the prettiest thing she ever did see. It feels like you’re on fire, every inch of skin, like oil is heating in your belly. “M-Mommy.”

Her hand doesn’t slow. Her eyes, usually so green, are darkened with lust, pupils blown out and swallowing the color completely. Her tongue flicks at your clit teasingly, and, fuck, when did she slip another finger in? You can feel them pump, twisting, scissoring inside you, fucking you with carefully calculated precision that could only come from a Mommy knowing her girl’s pussy with years of experience on you.

You’re twitching with barely contained pleasure, pins and needles in your feet, and you start to writhe. Wanda knows what that means, because her fingers move achingly faster, her balm-smudged lips sucking on your clit even with the violent bucking of your hips. Your throat tightens, your brow furrows. The heat in your belly is turned high.

“I- Mommy, I’m gonna… Mommy, gonna cum, fuck,” are the only words you can string together. With a long low hum on your clit, Wanda replies wordlessly, another violent curl of her fingers, and it’s enough to send you careening over the edge. 

Your entire body tenses, crumples for a long, slow moment, pussy clenching around Wanda’s hand, and then relaxes slowly, limbs going slack, chest heaving for breaths. Wanda fucks you slowly through it, then achingly pulls her fingers from you, leaving you empty.

You’re leaning up to meet her halfway when she leans down to kiss your mouth, teeth just barely brushing your lower lip before she pulls away.

“Oh, moya lyubov,” she coos softly, another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “So, so clever. Mommy’s so lucky to have such a smart little girl like you, isn’t she?”

Your cheeks, mystifyingly, heat even more than before, and you smile a little shyly at the praise. “Well, I don’t know…” you start to say, but then a little shove at your chest knocks the air out of you as your back hits the couch again. “Wh– I–”

Wanda’s lips, still sticky and wet from your arousal, curl into what can only be described as a devilish grin. “Oh, did you think I was going to stop at one?”

You blink up at her, wide eyed. Already your pulse is jumping under your skin. “B-But Mommy, I-I just came.” You squirm with sensitivity. Wanda makes a little faux sympathetic sound.

“Why stop at one? You’ve always been a little overachiever.”