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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Serial Killer Wanda laughing as she pins you down, leaning her full body weight into you and moaning as she feels your heart pounding in your chest.

"Oh, baby, are you scared of me? Don't be, I'm going to make you feel really good. You can trust me, darling."

Her teeth nip at your ear, sending jolts of pain (definitely not pleasure) down your spine as you struggle (not as much as you could have).

"Maybe if you're good for me, I'll even let you live.... Oh, you like that idea, hm? What if I made you my permanent pet... You liked that idea too, didn't you?"

Wanda slowly trailing her fingers down your stomach after she's tied you up, chuckling when she finds your soaked boxers, her fingers easily slipping inside you.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying this, slut."

And of course, her knife is almost always pressed against you somehow. Trailing up your body as your pupils dilate in fear (and arousal, but you hope Wanda doesn't notice) (she totally notices), and pressing the dull side into your throat when you're about to cum.

"Don't you dare cum without my permission. I own you now."

[wh1te-mustang]

get you right where you need to be || w.maximoff

kinktober week 2!!

pairing: sugarmommy! wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: the dinner your girlfriend invited you to didnt go exactly as you planned, but you were more interested in the afterparty anyway

warnings: mommy kink (obv), slight jealousy, strap on (r!receiving) + mentioned as cock so, agatha harkness makes a fun cameo, possessive sex, clothed sex, lingerie kink, establishing a breeding kink, slight housewife kink (IM SORRY), praise kink, overstimulation, marking, slight dacryphilia, porn with plot (just stay with me please muahahaha)

wordcount: 5.6K almost

you had been with wanda for maybe about a whole year and a half. but when she invited you as her plus one for her company’s annual shareholder dinner, you were still surprised. it happened over lunch at a really nice italian place, she was wearing a grey suit that looked amazing on her, you couldn’t stop your eyes from raking over her figure again and again. but when she gave you a dashing smile that made her eyes crinkle, your heart couldn’t help but melt. 

you had instantly said yes, her response being a tight squeeze on your hand before she pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. and that’s why you were standing there, in a room filled with people whose net-worths were probably a 100 times more than yours. 

wanda couldn’t personally pick you up herself because she had been handling everything about the dinner herself, down to the food menu and the table cloths. she was particular about her choices like that. and the dinner was a way to show off to the shareholders and her competitors both. 

you don’t know a lot of details because honestly they bore you, and you really didn't care about what 50 year old men had to say about your gorgeously sexy, hot, middle aged girlfriend. 

but she was still thoughtful like always, she had her driver pick you up. he brought a beautifully long black dress with a cut in the leg along with him, courtesy of wanda, he had told you. you had felt darling in it when you first wore it but now, standing under the chandelier as you look around all the men in boring suits and women in cocktail dresses, you felt a bit overdressed

you had just arrived and as you were looking around to see a familiar face, wanda’s assistant came right in front of you. she smiled but it turned out to be more of a grimace and she ended up waving at you awkwardly, “hello, mrs. maximoff.”

kate was younger than you, different but reminded you of yourself in so many ways, so you smiled back comfortingly and held her hands in yours, giving a reassuring squeeze “kate, it’s lovely to see you again. how are you?” you had asked softly. 

there was no need to shout, the live band playing jazz was comfortingly quiet. “i’m okay, thank you so much for asking-” she said with a smile, visibly relaxing and you realise today must be a big day for her as well, as wanda’s only assistant. 

“ms maximoff said to seat you at the private bar. and she also told me to tell you that she will come and get you soon” she mumbles quick, fingers running over the tablet in her hand and you nod, your smile dropping slightly but you're glad kate didn’t notice. it was a bit upsetting, you hadn’t seen wanda properly in a week but it’s fine, you told yourself. 

she makes up for it by always staying in bed with you longer in the mornings, you thought.  

but still you were grateful wanda never forced you to mingle with her peers. not that you were insecure but because you had no will to talk to men whose major life achievements were their vintage car collections. they acted like wall-street was the only good thing that happened in this world and that irked you. so you chose to not have your paths meet. 

you let kate guide you to the private bar, where you smiled politely at the bartender and placed your drink’s order. this was the best part, you thought to yourself as you took a sip of your drink and leaned back against the bar. 

the people watching, where you observe every stupid thing someone did just so you could giggle about it later with wanda. and that thought alone brings a smile to your face. wanda making jokes along with you always made you happy. 

you're so deep in your thought that you don't even notice when the woman ends up sitting next to you but you're broken out of your spell when you hear her order her drink, knuckles tapping the counter. 

“whiskey, neat please.” her voice is raspy, commanding in a way that instantly makes you straighten your back. you glance towards her, racking your mind to see if you know her but you come up blank. 

her hair is long, cascading down her back and there is a white streak, very prominent in her brown hair. but you can still see the silver roots. she’s wearing a very loose brown colored suit, that is too big on her but she somehow manages to make it work. 

in the process of you sizing the woman up, she’s staring right back at you and she's the one who ends up breaking the silence. 

“shirley temple?”

“cosmopolitan.” you reply politely and the woman regards you with a small grin and then asks, in the sweetest voice “you old enough to drink, sweetheart?”

“excuse me?” you reply, baffled, blinking at her. but the heat that runs up your spine make your fingers tingle. the other woman chooses to ignore you, just waves her hand dismissively before turning fully towards you on the bar stool. 

you quickly establish that you don’t like her. 

she tilts her head to the side, and if possible, her eyes brighten into a deeper shade of blue, you stiffen even more. “ive seen you around the office with wanda.” 

“well, i have never seen you.” is all you say, your voice curt, your shoulders tight and youre sure your cheeks are red. but the woman ends up smiling again, taking a small sip of her drink. her eyes still on you. 

the woman places her drink back on the counter and regards you with what you would've called a sheepish grin if you didn't clearly notice the mischief in her eyes. “i like to work from home mostly, it’s more fun and i can drink on the clo-” 

you don’t mean to be dramatic, but you literally notice the temperature of the room drop, and you feel her before you even hear her voice. 

“agatha, i see you have met my wife.” you hear from behind and the grip you had on your glass loosens instantly. you feel wanda’s warm hand press against your shoulder blade and you lean back easily into her touch.

you can let her do all the thinking now. 

“wife?” the woman, agatha, chuckles, eyes shimmering as they quickly glance towards your hands. specifically, over your fingers and you subconsciously clench them into tight fists.

“well, i didn't know about that.” is all she ends up saying, eyes now fixed on wanda with an easy grin. 

“you wouldn't know. with those failed marriages and all.” wanda’s voice isn't loud, but it’s firm enough. her hand is still on your shoulder as she moves to stand besides you, and you finally get to see what she’s wearing. and your mouth dries up. 

“i’ve been married once, wanda. at least show a tiny bit of interest in my life.” agatha pouts at your girlfriend but you don't see it. 

youre focused on her, on wanda, dressed in an ivory turtleneck, her suit is again a black loose fit. her sleeves are pushed up, and the hand that's not on your shoulder, is tucked inside her pocket. 

“i dont want to.” is all wanda says, her head tilted to the side. her voice is low, her tone flat and agatha just hums, taking another sip of her drink. 

agatha’s eyes were back on you, over the rim of her glass and you can literally see her grin over it. “this one’s pretty cute-”

“no.” wanda replies, as she steps up in front of you. you don't see her facial expressions but agatha ends up giving wanda another pout before she stands up with her drink. 

she settles right in front of wanda, taking a deliberately slow sip of her drink, voice quiet but you still hear her, “you wound me, darling but-” she looks at you over wanda’s shoulder. 

she is taller than wanda, you blink. she winks at you, you blink again.

“until we meet again, sweetheart. te veo” she smiles at you then, a smug yet genuine grin and she’s gone. 

wanda is immediately in front of you, hands reaching to hold yours “hi, darling. i apologize for leaving you alone for so long.” and then she’s leaning down to press two kisses to the back of your hands. “did agatha give you a hard time?”

“hey, no- wanda it’s fine. please dont apologize and no she was fine, she didn-” you reply hastily, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. and when you look up at her, she takes no time to press her lips against yours. once, twice and on the third time, her tongue comes to lick along the seams of your lips before she pulls away. 

you're dazed, and it takes a while for your vision to clear up again before you look back up at her. and she looks wicked. her eyebrows are furrowed but you're not sure if in anger or frustration. her pupils are blown and her lipstick is smudged and shes looking at you like she wants to devour you whole. 

you clench your legs together, quickly becoming aware of the seeping wetness between your thighs. and wanda’s eyes seem to follow your movements, focused on your exposed thigh and her jaw clenches. 

oh. 

oh, she’s very turned on. 

though, when she looks back at you, her eyes soften around the corners, and she manages to give you a gentle smile. “one hour, and then we can leave, is that fine?”

and when you answer with a meek ‘yeah’, she helps you stand up, albeit on slightly shaky legs and she lets you fix her lipstick. she doesn't parade you around like that, still being mindful of your preferences but instead settles you with people you know enough to be comfortable with. 

so when dinner finally rolls up, you thank carol or maria with a gentle smile before taking your seats. the dinner is a quiet affair, though wanda’s left hand settles easily over your thigh under the table and doesn't leave its place for a long time. 

after that, everything was rushed, wanda makes one more round, before entrusting everything to carol. she grabs your hand, doesnt even stop to let you look back or say your goodbye’s before you are almost dragged towards the parking. and when you tripped over your six-inch heels for the second time, all wanda did was pick you up and walk to the valet, ignoring your squeals. 

when the car is here, she easily helps you in the passenger's side, buckling your seatbelt for you before jogging to the driver's side. and then she is zooming out the basement and into the highway in no time. the ride is quiet, the air filled with a tension you arent sure what to label but wanda’s hand rubbing circles on your thigh was comforting enough. 

you don't know how it happened or why you even said it but the words came out of your mouth before you could even second guess them, “i have never met agatha before. she’s new.” 

wanda’s fingers stop their ministrations for a brief moment and if you were hyperfocused on her touch, you wouldn't even have noticed. you tense up just slightly, wondering if you said something wrong. curiosity killed the cat.

she takes a minute to respond, eyes flickering over the windshield before she finally hums out, her ministrations continuing “yeah, she has been overseeing the uk office for a few years, came back just this week.”

but satisfaction brought it back, you suppose.

that's all the conversation you two have for a short while before wanda glances at you, and then starts with an “im sure she probably liked you” 

what?

no, she’s got it all wrong. you turn to look at wanda, eyes widening slightly before you mumble “wanda, no- that’s not why i was say-”

“my darling girl, i know. i know.” she replies, eyes flickering to you briefly before they end up back on the road.

she squeezes your thigh comfortingly, and when she finally pulls up in her driveway, she turns to look at you. “i know, my love. i was just stating the obvious. everyone adores you.” 

and then she cups your cheek. you lean easily into her touch with a quiet sigh, relaxing instantly, eyes closing. the older woman coos and brushes her thumb over your cheekbone, touch gentle.

“she, however. she doesn't get to adore you, because you are mine, yes? are you not mommy’s girl?”

your eyes open at her words, at her tone, just how sickly sweet it is, but also because of the possession dripping from her words. and when your eyes flicker to her face, your breath ends up hitching. 

you can hardly see the green in her eyes, even with the lights in the driveway, because they were consumed by her pupils. and yet, she was still looking at you with such softness, that was so uniquely hers, her hand still pressed against your cheek.

you shift in the passenger’s seat and shit, you're wet. you just can’t help it, you nod, once, twice before you reach to press a kiss to her palm. “i’m mommy’s girl. only yours.” 

and that seems to please wanda enough because she grants you a beautiful smile, her dimple prominent. 

“good girl, dolly. now, please would you please be a dear for me and go strip down in the bedroom? i want you on your hands and knees. could my pretty girl do that for me?”

fuck. you shift again in the seat, your panties sticking to your wet sex. you nod again, she merely tilts her head and you correct your wrong, “yes, mommy. i can.”

she gives you another smile, and when her hand leaves your cheek to unbuckle your seatbelt, you're out of the car. you enter the pin to the main door, take your heels off near the shoe rack and then you're walking upstairs.

it takes no time for you to find wanda’s bedroom and then you start to take of your dress. it’s a bit hard having to unzip the dress but you make do. and when you're finally just in the maroon lingerie you chose for wanda, you bite your lip. the bralette, sheer with its lacey floral patterns and the thong, sinful.

you're not sure if you should take it off as well, because you want wanda to see, you know how the lace drives her insane. but she also said to strip down.

so you take a calculated risk. you keep the lingerie on and settle on your hands and knees on wanda’s bed. and then you wait, five minutes, then ten.

when you’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes, you grow restless. your thighs are pressed together and you're sure your slick is dripping down your inner thighs. and when you finally feel like you wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer, the bedroom door clicks open.

your back straightens immediately, and other than wanda’s sharp inhale, she doesn’t give you anything. you don’t even hear her heels clicking and you're almost sure she had taken them off until you actually hear them clatter on the hardwood floors.

“oh, you're so pretty like this, darling. is this all for me?” she asks softly as she settles on her knees behind you, pressing her hips flush against you and you choke out a whimper. you can feel the strap-on she's packing and your thighs quiver.

you let out a quiet mewl, and you have to fist the thousand-thread cotton sheets to stop yourself from grinding back against her. youre sure wanda could notice your struggle because she ends up resting both of her hands on your hips, thumbs caressing your flesh slowly, as if to soothe you.

“it looks like a pretty color, baby, i wanna see it more clearly.” her voice is breathless and it sounds raw but you hear the demand clearly. you roll over on your back in an instant, back flush against the mattress and you hear wanda let out a soft sigh as she settles in between your legs.

“oh, you're so gorgeous, sweetling. what a stunning color indeed.” wanda mumbles softly, but you hear the tremor in her voice, you see the way she licks her lips and you see the way her fingers tremble as they touch the expensive lace of your bralette. and you bite back the grin that is threatening your lips.

“wore it for you, mommy.” you mumble and actually smile at the way wanda swallows thickly.

her fingers lose their restraint at your words, now shamelessly tracing the lace, her eyes running down your navel and down to where the thong covers your soaking folds. and she lets out a quiet groan when you spread your legs wider, the gusset a darker shade as you soak it even more with your slick.

and you notice in real time when her eyes zero on the small bow on the gusset, right over your clit. and her fingers, as if they had a mind of their own, travel down your stomach to press onto the bow, your back arches.

“oh.” is all she mumbles out and when her eyes meet yours once again, they're crazed. your breath hitches and you gush out more slick. wanda wastes no time, her thumb presses tiny circles on your clit over your panties, while her other hand unbuttons her slacks and lowers the fly.

she is still fully dressed but she doesn’t seem to mind as she takes out the strap she had kept hidden from you all night and you moan out loud, finally and it’s your favorite. “you wanna be helpful, darling?”

it takes you a while to focus on anything other than her touch on your clit and the strap she has in her hand but when you finally mumble out a “yes, mommy.” she rewards you by pulling your thong to the side to finally expose your pussy.

you clench around nothing as your sex is exposed to the cold air of the room, and you hear wanda spit in her hand. she uses the same hand to stroke the dildo attached to the harness you can't see.

“mommy had such a long week, exhausting it was. and now she wants to unwind, destress if you will,” her tone is borderline mocking, but you know she’s holding back “but for that, she needs her pretty princess’s help.”

and then she’s pressing the tip of her strap just against your entrance, collecting your slick and you're panting, your mind completely blank, hips twitching for more. “you wanna help mommy? yeah? wanna be useful, baby?”

you're nodding, hands gripping onto wanda’s shoulders, her biceps, anything, just to pull her closer, to have her take you but she just bumps the tip against your clit and you're mewling “use your words like a big girl, princess.”

“yes! god, please yes mommy, please use me! i wanna help.” you don’t see the grin plastered on her face but you do feel her press her strap inside you inch by inch, deliberate, all-consuming and hot. and your cunt flutters around her cock, slowly getting used to the stretch, while your mouth falls slack.

you don’t have time to breath until she has pressed her strap inside to the hilt, maybe just a minute of rest. she's the, again pulling out of you and slamming right back inside you, over and over again, hard and fast, making your thighs quiver.

you're a gasping mess, eyes screwed shut as you nails dig in her suit jacket but wanda’s movements only fastened. “god, what a perfect pussy, she takes me so good. she missed me, yeah? she did?”

she’s changes her position, using her knees to spread your thighs wider so she can push her strap even deeper inside. she, then hovers her face above yours to see your expressions, the flush of your cheeks, the parting of your lips and she growls. you have never heard her growl. “this is exactly what mommy needed, princess.”

she puts one of her hands next to your head, the other in between your legs to torture your already pulsing clit as she rubs small digit eight’s on it. and your hips jolt “m-mommy-”

“shh, baby, i know mommy’s so deep inside you, but you take it so good, yeah? you love mommy’s cock?” she’s cooing and her voice is so soft, like a symphony in your ears but her pace is animalistic. you’re soaking her slacks and the thong is a mess that’s barely holding on, but she refuses to take it off.

“gosh princess, mommy doesn’t give your pussy attention for a week and you go to the next older woman you see? that’s unfair.” she’s panting and her lips are bitten red, her voice is still gentle but now she’s resorted to pinching your clit. you yelp, shaking your head as you feel tears welling up your eyes. jesus, you're close already.

“oh, my poor baby, it's alright, shh- you just can’t help it when people look at you. you love the attention; you’re just like that.” her thumb presses hard on your clit, you choke on a whine.

you guess she’s pissed, slightly even jealous and you don’t want to say anything out of line. but she’s not even letting you say anything at all with just how she’s ramming into you, “no- n-no mommy, i’m only yours, fuck.”

“im sorry, darling, what was that?” she coaxes, her thrusts softening to the point she’s grinding into you, the tip of her strap pressed just right against that spongey spot inside you. and you sputter out a moan, “im yours only mommy, p’ease, fuck only yours! let me come.”

“youre mine only? yeah?” and when you're nodding breathlessly, she presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. and you realise she’s probably getting off, the strap mustve been giving her clit the right amount of pressure. so you wrap your legs around her hips and pull her even closer against you. she huffs out a moan.

“yeah, you’re mine baby. im the only one filling you up, f-fuck i’ll make you mine properly. i’ll put a shiny diamond ring on your finger and fuck you full of my cock every day. you’d like that? you want that?” your walls clench tight around her strap and she groans when she can’t move.

your head spins at her words. your body is trembling and you feel yourself dripping down the mattress. you want that. you want her.

she notices your reaction because her lips are pressed against your neck, and she’s nipping and sucking on your skin, “yeah, you do baby. of course you do. you wanna be mine always, you want me to keep you tucked inside my room all the time so i can fill you full of myself whenever?”

and when you moan out, she chuckles against your jugular, “oh what a good girl, my good girl. fuck, you’ll be such a perfect wife, youre already so obedient. you’ll be at my beck and call.” and when you nod, lips parted to let out a silent groan, she nods along with you.

“perfect girl. my perfect girl.” she starts her thrusts again, her strap bottoms out and then she pulls out until the tip remains, just to slam back inside you. it’s enough to reignite that fire in the pit of your tummy. “m-mommy, close” and wanda traps your clit between her thumb and index, jerking it off slowly. you gasp, walls clenching tighter around her strap.

“you gonna cum around mommy’s cock princess?” and when you nod again, she leans to press a kiss against your lips, mumbling a ‘good girl’ against your lips.

she pulls away to rest on her knees again, putting your thighs on top of hers as she continues to give you deep, mind-numbing thrusts, her fingers still on your clit. your vision shatters.

your thighs are trembling on top of hers in no time and you don’t even have the time to warn her before your release is washing over you, racking your body with tremors.

she lets you come down from your high slowly, pressing her hands against your thighs as she plants small kisses on your tummy. and when the aftershocks finish, she meets you gaze with a grin, “there she is, oh there’s my girl.”

your cheeks flush more, and wanda, while still nestled inside of you, sheds her suit jacket and her shirt. “now, that ive given you your fun, it’s mommy’s turn.”

she smiles when you let out a whimper, not yet denying her and she slowly pulls out the strap. she hushes you quietly when you whine and very easily stands up to take off her slacks as well. and only then does your mind work enough to realise that she wasn’t wearing any panties or even a bra. because her breasts are in front of you, and your mouth waters.

wanda notices, of course she does because her smile brightens, and she’s climbing back on the bed on top of you. and you pull her closer, running your fingers through her long hair before pulling her in for the first deep, real kiss of the night. 

she hums against your lips, head tilting to the side before her tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you grant her easy access. she wastes no time exploring your mouth, your tongue brushing against hers.

her tongue traces the roof of your mouth, the sharpness of your teeths, making you release a shaky breath against her mouth. she ends up biting your bottom lip, real enough to make it ache before she slowly pulls away.

her hand holds the base of her strap, and she wastes no time before she’s pressing into you again. you let out a quiet huff, your walls still not used to the stretch but the arousal you gushed out makes slipping inside you easier. and she pants against your ear, “oh baby, you are still dripping for me.”

she’s ravenous with her kisses afterwards because she's pressing wet, open-mouthed ones against any skin her mouth could come across. behind your ear, underneath your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. when she finally reaches your breasts after neglecting them the entire night, she doesn’t take your bra off. 

she just simply pulls the cups down to expose them before she has a nipple in her mouth, which instantly hardens more against her tongue. all while she's inside and not moving an inch.

it’s laughable, how pliant you are underneath her touch. she lets go of your nipple after giving it a tiny bite and then immediately moves onto the other while her hand reaches out to knead your breast slowly. as if she was relishing the feel of them in her hands. 

but a loud gasp leaves your mouth when she starts her thrusts again, shallowly, more controlled this time, knowing how sensitive you were. your eyes roll in the back of your head. 

“don’t think i’ll ever get enough, sweetheart.” she mumbles quietly, one hand on your waist while the other settles on your lower tummy, just over the slight bulge of her strap. 

“you feel that? that’s me-” and as if she’s proving a point, she presses down on the bulge, just enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. “im the one fucking you so deep, love. it’s your mommy.” 

she changes her position then, grabs the back of your knees to fold your legs against your chest and that seems to push her even deeper inside of you, because now the sound of skin slapping is so prominent, it’s the only ringing in your ears. you’re gone. “mommy, c‘ose-”

you think you hear wanda’s whispers, something along the lines of ‘you feel so good around me, i swear you were made for me.’ but you can't be too sure. because her pace quickens again, she's holding both of your legs by one arm as her hand moves to slide between your legs again. and then she fucking taps your clit, the pressure of her fingers heavy. 

you let out a high pitched moan, fingers tangling in the sheets one more and youre soaking wanda’s strap with your cum for the second time tonight. but wanda doesnt stop, she doesnt slow down. no, she just uses the arm she was holding your legs with to push you on the side. and then she slips right behind you, chest flush against your back. 

you love this position, because it forces wanda deeper inside you, and the angle kisses that spot inside you just right with every thrust. “f-fuck..” your voice is rough but 

your head tilts to rest against wanda’s shoulder and she presses fervent kisses to any skin she can come across, sucking another mark just underneath your ear. it drives you insane. her hand is back on your tits to play with your nipples. and they’re oversensitive now because a rough pinch on them makes your back arch. “youre so, hah- fuck- come inside me, please”

wanda’s hips snap forward at your words, and you both moan in unison. “fuck, baby.” her voice is strained and gosh, it’s such a beautiful sound.

she likes that, you realise. and your hand mindlessly reaches back to tangle in her hair. “want you to fuck me full of your cum.” and wanda’s insane, she’s pushing you a little more on your stomach, and her thrusts are sharper now, harder. and you can't control your moans

“fuck, love. you're so sweet fo’me. i’ll breed you full, you'll feel me inside you for days.” and wanda’s rhythm starts to break, her voice becomes whiner and she’s almost grinding against your ass, chasing her own pleasure. 

“everyone’ll know you're mine, everyone will know- hah- fuck baby.” she’s babbling now, and you smile against the sheets, cute, you think. you can't help it, so snicker through your own groans.

“you gonna cum, just from the thought of fucking me full of your cum? you think it’ll stick the first time? or will we have to-to go a few rounds” and wanda whimpers, her hips gaining their strength back to give you answering thrusts, and they're brutal, your eyes leak tears down your cheeks. 

but wanda licks them up, licks your tears to pant against you ear again, licking your earlobe. “you don't know what you're talking about, little girl” and you moan, pushing your hips back against hers to match her pace. your insides are burning and your walls are holding onto her strap so tight, it's making it hard for her to move. 

but wanda licks them up, she takes back her control. she licks your tears to pant against you ear again, biting on your earlobe. “you don't know what you're talking about, little girl” and you moan, pushing your hips back against hers to match her pace. your insides are burning and your walls are holding onto her strap so tight, it's making it hard for her to move. 

but she grips your hips with a hand and forces you to meet her thrusts, and your vision goes hazy. “you think you could take it, doll? i’d keep you on my cock for days, jesus- youre still so tight?”

her breath is warm against the back of your neck, and she sounds almost pained. she licks up a broad swipe of the sweat dripping and you shudder, your hand reaching back to rest against her thigh, the knot inside you tightening once more.

“you’ve gone quiet now, gonna cum again, princess?” of course she notices, she chuckles against your skin, but it comes out more of an exhale “cmon, love. work for it”

that’s all the permission you need because your other hand reaches between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit and your legs are spasming. but wanda plays dirty because her voice is sinful when she mumbles a “cant wait to fuck my cum back inside you over and over, until it does stick.”

and your vision goes white.

wanda slows her thrusts but doesn’t stop, her hips still moving as her arm wraps tight around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest. “good, my good girl. youre so perfect”

when you feel like you can breathe again, finally after a few moments. when your fingers have stopped trembling, you lay slack against wanda who just presses soft kisses to your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your earlobe again.

“now, hands and knees, dear. ive heard it usually does the trick”

a/n: is it the best thing i have ever written? absolutely not? will i be embarrassed that its not the best thing i have ever written? also absolutely not. CIAO

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warnings : baran x fem!reader . fluff . nsfw , mdni . first time (reader) . consensual, ofc . legal age gap (duh) . reassurance . lots of communication . established relationship . thigh grinding (r!receiving) . oral (both receiving) . fingering (both receiving) . praise . body worship (r!receiving) .

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you knock on baran’s door a little after eight, takeout bag in hand. your heart is already fluttering, it always does when you show up here, even after four months of dating. office work today was the usual soul-sucking grind with endless emails, that one coworker who talks too loud on calls, your back stiff from the shitty desk chair that needs replacing yesterday. you just wanted to be here, with her, where things feel less like noise.

she opens the door in her soft sweatpants and a plain black tee that’s seen better days but somehow looks perfect on her. her hair’s down, still damp from her shower, a few strands sticking to the side of her neck. the small smile she gives you hits different every time, like she’s actually glad you’re the one standing there.

“hey, azizam,” she says, voice low and easy as she steps back to let you in. “long day?”

“yeah, that’s one way to put it,” you mumble, kicking your shoes off by the door. the familiar smell of her place wraps around you right away. you set the bag on the counter and she’s already moving around the kitchen, pulling out plates.

you end up on the couch with the food, legs tangled under a blanket while some random documentary hums on the tv. she’s listening while you vent about the spreadsheets that kept glitching and the meeting that ran over because no one could shut up. her thumb rubs slow circles on your knee the whole time, warm through your jeans. she lets you talk it out without interrupting, nodding here and there, her dark eyes steady on you. saying how you don’t deserve to put up with that crap, joking about how you should just quit your job and let her take care of you instead. she’s not really joking.

after the containers are cleared and put away, you both migrate to her bedroom because the couch feels too cramped with how your shoulders are killing you. you drop onto the bed first, stretching out on top of the covers while she plugs her phone in and dims the lamp to a warm glow.

she settles against the headboard, one arm loose around you as you curl into her side. her fingers thread through your hair, playing with it absently, tugging just enough to feel nice. you turn your face into her shoulder, breathing her in deep - body oil mixed with body lotion and her faint perfume. she smells so nice and it always cuts through your nerves. your hand rests on her stomach, feeling the rise and fall there, and for a minute it’s enough just to be close.

eventually you tilt your head up and kiss the corner of her mouth, soft at first, almost shy about it. she doesn’t grab for more. she turns into it slow, letting you lead, her lips warm and patient against yours. the second kiss lingers longer, your mouth pressing firmer, and she hums quiet into it, one hand sliding to rest light on your waist. not pulling, not pushing. she never push you, has never rushed you.

you swing a leg over and straddle her lap without overthinking it, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. the weight of you on her feels good, solid. her hands settle on your thighs, thumbs stroking up and down the denim in unhurried lines that send little sparks straight through you. you kiss her deeper, tongue brushing hers, and heat starts pooling low in your belly.

you chase her lips, mouths moving lazy but getting sloppier. it’s hard to not get needy when you make out with baran, you’ve just been so nervous to go further.

you lose count of how long you’re like this, just making out heavy. her tongue slides against yours slow and sure, pulling tiny sounds from you that you don’t even try to hold back anymore. your hips start shifting on their own, rocking forward in subtle little grinds against her thigh. the seam of your jeans catches just right and you whimper into her mouth, embarrassed but too turned on to stop. your clit throbs with each press down, damp heat soaking through your underwear already.

baran pulls back a fraction, cupping your face with both hands. her thumbs brush your flushed cheeks, eyes dark and locked on yours, breathing a little heavier.

“hey,” she murmurs, voice rough around the edges but so soft. “you good?”

you nod, biting your lip. “yeah, i just… i want more, baran.” your voice comes out shaky, heart pounding in your throat. “i think i’m ready. with you. i want it to be you, obviously.”

she doesn’t jump on it. she searches your face for a long second, really looking, like she’s weighing every part of this. her hands stay gentle on your jaw, thumbs stroking slow.

“you sure?” she asks, low and careful. “not just ‘cause it feels good right now. we’ve got time. i’m good with just staying like this. i don’t want you feeling like you got to do this tonight if you’re even a little unsure.”

you let out a breath, forehead pressing to hers. “i know. you’ve been so good about waiting and i appreciate that so much. you have never pushed. i trust you and yes, i’m sure. i want this, want you.”

she exhales, slow and steady, then presses a kiss to your forehead that lingers. “alright. but we do this your way. if anything feels off, even a tiny bit, you say it. yeah?”

“yeah,” you whisper, already leaning in to kiss her again.

her hands slip under the hem of your shirt, palms warm and broad against your bare back, but she doesn’t yank it off. she just holds you closer, letting you feel her, letting you decide when to take the next step. you can feel how careful she’s being, how much she’s holding back so you don’t feel rushed, making sure this doesn’t feel like too much, and it makes something tight in your chest loosen.

your hips keep up a slow grind. the friction against her thigh is driving you crazy, your panties sticking wetly, clit aching every time you roll down. you whimper louder into the kiss, tongues tangling, and she squeezes your waist like she can feel how bad you need it.

“just let me know what feels good,” she says against your mouth between kisses, breath hot.

you rock harder against her, the pressure building. her thigh flexes under you and you gasp, burying your face in her neck as another sound slips out. she’s so solid under you, so patient, hands roaming your back and sides but never demanding. if anything her grip on your waist tightens just enough to let you know she likes it.

you kiss down her jaw, nipping lightly, and she tilts her head to give you room, a quiet groan vibrating against your lips. your hands fist in her shirt, tugging it up a little so you can feel skin on skin at your waist. everything’s hazy and slow, your lips swollen and your pussy throbbing, desperate for more but not wanting it to end either. she chuckles softly when you grind down particularly hard, the sound warm and fond against your ear.

“you feel good like this,” she whispers, one hand sliding to grip your ass, guiding the motion just enough to make you moan. not taking over, just helping.

you nod against her neck, breathing fast. the office stress from earlier feels miles away, replaced by this building ache, the way her body fits against yours, the quiet reassurance in every touch.

your hips keeps rocking in slow, desperate little circles against her thigh while your mouths move together until you can build up the courage to go further. your jeans are damp between your legs, the friction making your clit throb with every grind down. baran pulls back every so often to look at you, checking in without saying much, her breath warm against your cheek.

“you really want this tonight?” she asks again, voice low and rough. probably sensing that you’re nervous. her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you can tell me if you change your mind. we can make out, or cuddle and we call it good if that’s all you need.” she reassures.

you shake your head, leaning in to kiss her again. “no. i want this, baran. been thinking about it for weeks.”

she nods slow, like she’s letting that sink in, then flips you gently onto your back. the mattress dips under her weight as she settles between your spread legs, not crushing you but close enough that you feel the heat coming off her. she tugs your shirt up and off, then unhooks your bra, kissing down your chest as she goes. her mouth lingers on your breasts, sucking one nipple between her lips while her hand squeezes the other. you arch up into it, a shaky moan slipping out when she scrapes her teeth lightly.

“fuck, that feels good,” you whisper, fingers threading through her hair.

“yeah?” she murmurs against your skin, switching sides. “tell me what else you like.”

you don’t have all the words right away, but she doesn’t push. she peels your jeans down next, taking your soaked panties with them. cool air hits your pussy and you shiver, knees falling open wider on their own. baran’s eyes drag over you, dark and hungry but still soft at the edges. she runs her palms up your thighs, spreading you more, thumbs brushing the crease where your leg meets your body.

“you’re so beautiful,” she says, breathing heavier. one finger slides through your folds, spreading the slick around your clit without pressing hard. you twitch hard at the contact, hips jerking up, trying to chase it. “easy, baby. we got time.”

she starts slow, just rubbing circles around your clit, building the pressure so gradually you don’t even notice how bad you’re leaking onto her sheets until her finger dips lower and catches it. “feel okay?” she checks every few minutes, eyes flicking up to your face.

“more,” you breathe, reaching down to grab her wrist, not guiding her exactly but showing her you want it. she slides one finger inside you, just the tip at first, curling gentle against your walls.

“good girl,” she says softly, kissing your bent knee. “that’s it. you’re doing perfect.” she works the finger deeper, pumping slow, her thumb back on your clit rubbing steady circles. your pussy clenches around her, wet sounds starting to fill the room. she adds a second finger after a while, scissoring them a little to open you up, and you moan louder, one hand fisting the pillow behind your head.

“yes, baby- right there,” you gasp when she curls them just right, hitting your g-spot and it makes sparks shoot up your spine. she stays focused, watching your face the whole time, adjusting every time your moans pitch higher. her free hand strokes your stomach, your hip, keeping you grounded while the pressure builds hot and tight in your belly.

you come sudden and hard on her fingers, thighs clamping around her wrist as it hits you. your back comes off the bed and she keeps moving through it, slow and deep, “juuust like that, baby, so good.” she murmurs against against your skin. it rolls through you longer than how it would if you were pleasuring yourself, leaving your legs shaky and your pussy pulsing even after she eases her fingers out.

she crawls up to kiss you, “how you feeling?” she asks between kisses, brushing hair off your damp forehead.

“really good,” you admit, laughing a bit breathlessly. your hands slide down her back, wanting to feel her skin on yours.

“i’m glad. you looked beautiful.” she says, smiling. she leans down and kiss the corner of your mouth, then your cheek while inhaling your scent.

you hum and she press one last kiss to your temple before looking at you. “baby, can i taste you?” she asks, looking at you for permission. “you can say no. remember, you’re in control.” she assures you, brushing her knuckles against your cheekbone, searching your face for any hesitations.

you nod fast, nerves and excitement twisting together. “yes, please.”

she nearly grins and murmurs a thank you before slowly kissing down your body. down your neck, chest, collarbone and finally down your stomach. she keeps glancing up at you, mostly to admire how you look but also to check in. she exhales and takes her time on your inner thigh.

you grow impatient, hips lifting off the bed. she notices, chuckling against your skin. “you’re so soft,” she murmurs, lips ghosting over your skin while her hand softly squeeze your other thigh. “you’re quite impatient though. i want to take my time with you.”

“baran, you take your time with everything. not now.” you pout down at her, threading your fingers through her hair.

she bites her lip and looks up at you, “guess i’m just precise.” she kiss right above your clit, making you jerk up and whimper. “just want… perfect satisfaction score.” she murmurs against your skin, kissing your inner thigh, beside your lip.

she’s enjoying this way too much, and it’s torture for you. you try to guide her head towards where you need her with a whine, earning a light nip of her teeth on your skin.

“please, baran- i can’t.” you beg so nicely, you just want her to give you the same pleasure as she did with her fingers.

she huffs a small laugh, looking up at you through her lashes. “you sound pretty when you beg.”

she finally kiss your folds, tongue flattening out to lick a long stripe up through your wetness. you jerk at the warmth, she takes it easy, sucking gently on your clit.

“oh my god,” you moan, hand tightening in her hair. she hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl. two fingers slide back into your pussy while her tongue works your clit, pumping in and out in time with her licks. the wet sounds are louder now, her mouth slurping softly, tongue dipping inside you sometimes before going back up. your hips grind against her face on their own, chasing the feeling, and she grips your thighs to hold you open.

she builds you up again slower this time, edging you then backing off until you’re whining her name, begging in broken little whispers. “please, please, baby. i need it.” when you finally tip over the edge it’s sharper this time, your pussy gushing around her fingers while she sucks your clit through it. you come down panting, legs trembling around her shoulders.

she kisses her way back up your body, lips shiny with you, and settles beside you. you turn into her, still catching your breath. “worth the wait?” she tease.

you huff against her neck, “yes… but that was mean.”

she laughs softly into your hair, wrapping her arms around you and pulls you close. “wasn’t mean, just wanted to take my time with you. you’re too precious to rush.”

she traces slow patterns on your back, dropping lazy kisses on your shoulder and collarbone. “you did very good, though,” she says quietly, voice warm. “how are you feeling? sore anywhere?”

you shake your head, curling tighter into her chest. “a little achy but like… good achy. that was way better than anything i’ve done by myself.” your fingers trail over her stomach, still buzzing from everything. “i can’t believe how patient you’ve been with me.”

she chuckles soft, the sound rumbling under your cheek. “got no reason to rush. i’d be fine with never having sex, if that’s what you would’ve wanted.” she pulls you closer, one leg slung over yours, holding you like she doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

you stay curled against her for a while, bodies sticky and warm under the blanket, her fingers tracing lazy lines up and down your spine. your attention keeps drifting to her, the way her breathing hasn’t fully settled, the subtle shift of her hips every few seconds like she’s still keyed up. you tilt your head up, chin resting on her chest, and catch her eye.

“i wanna make you feel good,” you say quietly, voice a little hoarse. “show me how.”

baran runs her thumb along your jaw, searching your face thoroughly. “you don’t have to do anything, azizam. i’m good staying like this.”

“i want to,” you insist, already sliding your hand down her stomach, fingers brushing the soft hairs just above her pussy. “tell me what feels good.”

“okay, of course.” she agreea and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs as you move between them. her pussy looks flushed and wet, lips shiny from how turned on she still is. she gently takes your hand again with a smile, slowly guiding your fingers to her clit. “start slow here,” she murmurs. “circles, not too much pressure at first. just… yeah, like that.”

your fingertips rub gentle circles over the swollen nub and her breath hitches immediately, hips twitching up. “that’s nice,” she says, one hand resting light on your wrist, not controlling but staying close. you keep the rhythm steady, watching her face as her eyes flutter and her lips part. after a minute she gets wetter under your touch, slick coating your fingers as you slide them down through her folds.

“inside?” you ask, glancing up.

“two fingers,” she tells you, voice dropping lower. “go slow at first, then curl them up a bit.”

you push in careful, feeling her tight heat grip around your fingers. she’s so warm and wet, walls fluttering as you sink deeper. you start pumping slow, curling like she showed you, and her head tips back against the pillow with a low groan. “fuck, baby… right there. you’re picking this up quick.”

you beam at the praise. feeling more confident, you add your thumb on her clit, rubbing while your fingers thrust in and out. the wet sounds are obscene, your knuckles getting slick with her as she starts rocking down to meet you. her pussy clenching tighter every time you hit her g-spot, and you can feel how much she likes it from the way her thighs tense around your arm.

after a few minutes she tugs gently at your hair to meet your eyes. “you wanna go down on me?” her eyes are dark when she looks at you. “no pressure if you’re not ready.”

“i am,” you say fast, already shifting lower. she spreads her legs wider, two fingers holding herself open for you. you start with a soft lick up her slit, tasting her for the first time and softly moan at her salty, warm and sweet taste. you get bolder quick, licking broader, tongue flattening against her clit before dipping down to push inside her hole, trying to copy what she did to you.

“oh fuck,” she breathes, fingers threading into your hair. “just like that.”

you lose yourself in it quickly, burying your face deeper. your licks turn messy, spit mixing with her wetness as you suck on her clit then lap sloppily down to her entrance. you push your tongue inside her, fucking her with it while your nose rubs against her clit. she tastes stronger the wetter she gets, dripping down your chin as you eat her out like you can’t get enough. your fingers slide back in, pumping while your mouth focuses on sucking her clit harder.

baran’s hips grind against your face, not rough but needy, her hand tightening in your hair. “good girl,” she groans, voice thick, looking down at you. “you look so hot, baby.”

you moan into her pussy, the vibration making her walls clench. you’re sloppy about it, chin and cheeks covered in her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. if anything it turns her on more, her breathing gets ragged and her hips move faster. all she can think is how fucking addictive this is, having you like this, teaching you, knowing no one’s ever had their mouth on her pussy quite like you are right now, knowing she’s your first. no one’s been this eager to please her. you’re clearly getting hooked on her taste, on making her feel good.

“add another finger,” she says, breath catching. “stretch me a little more, eshgham.”

you do exactly as she says. three fingers pumping deep while you suck hard on her clit. her pussy takes them easier than you expected but still grips tight, hot and fluttering. wet squelching every time you thrust in combined with your messy licking. she tastes even stronger when she gets closer, flooding your mouth as you lap it up eagerly.

“you’re doing so good,” she praises, voice breaking a bit. “you’re a quick learner… don’t stop, azizam, i’m getting close.” her free hand grips the sheet, knuckles white, while the other stays in your hair, guiding you just a little while mumbling something in farsi.

you keep the same pace, fingers curling deep, mouth working her clit steady. her thighs start trembling around your head, pussy clenching rhythmically around your fingers. “fuck… right there, don’t change anything,” she gasps. her back arches and she comes hard, moaning low and long as her walls squeeze tight around your fingers. you feel every pulse, every flutter, while you keep licking her through it, gentler but not pulling away until she tugs you up softly.

you crawl back up, face shiny and flushed, lips swollen. she kisses you right away, tasting herself on your tongue, hands running down your back to pull you closer. “c’mere,” she mutters against your mouth. “you were incredible for your first time.”

you give her a shy smile and settle on top of her, legs tangled, both of you breathing hard. “i really liked it,” you admit, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. “you taste good.”

she laughs quiet, the sound warm and a little breathless, pulling the blanket over your sweaty bodies. “yeah? good, because i’m already addicted to your mouth.” her hand squeezes your hip, holding you against her as she kisses your forehead. “you did do amazing. made me feel so good.”

“thank you,” you blush and smile into her neck, getting even more shy at her words. you can still taste her on your lips, body buzzing. her fingers stroke through your hair slow and steady while you both come down, skin sticking where it touches. she shifts a little so your thigh presses between hers, just resting there as she holds you tight.

“we can do that again whenever you want to, you set the pace.” she says softly after a minute, voice relaxed now.

you nod against her, already getting sleepy.

she drops another kiss on your shoulder, hands roaming lazy over your back, keeping you close like she doesn’t want to ever letting go.

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shoko loves your nursing boobs ☆ pairings, mom!shoko x mom!reader contents, 18+ ! mdni : lactation kink, shoko loves tits n' thighs, body praise, sensitivity, handsy shoko, shoko drinks milk to be strong ⋮ 1.5k wc authors note, haha i'm bad at these things but i liked reading these sort of fics & wanted to write more of mommy shoko 😭 sorry if it’s not great im trying to get better it just feels awkward for me sometimes... merp, well here's my attempt 🏷️ @yorikae @lotuscy @sugusplaything @ninhotrufado

shoko stares at you like a lion watches a gazelle in an open savanna. she literally can’t help herself. how could she?

your daughter was chubby as ever, but despite her cheeks that seem stuffed with marshmallow and wrists decorated with rolls— her appetite was comically small. that left you engorged most days and sifting around laundry with milk stains down the front.

so coming home to you in her shirt, neckline ready to burst and milk staining through the fabric— it’s her favorite sight nowadays. her long shifts drag even longer just thinking of you at home and how pretty you’ve gotten.

you never liked letting things go to waste. it’s always been a habit and shoko used to frown when you’d tell her to scrape the plate for every last bite.

the thought of wasting your breastmilk? you hated it. your daughter loves milk! unfortunately your supply was far too much for her and pumping exhausted you as it felt like that was all you do nowadays. today was no different.

your wife watches you from the doorway, steam rising up as you sink deeper into the tub with a grimace and scrunched nose. your heavy chest bobs at the surface— beads of milk glisten on your hardened nipples, casting a white film to the water. “doesn’t look very comfortable.” shoko pokes at you and rolls her sleeves up. you pout, “not at all.”

after searching countless mommy blogs, you heard milk baths were good. so your baby girl got one and so did you.

suddenly shoko’s unbuttoning her jeans, shimmying out of them, metal hitting the floor. she slips off her shirt and tugs down her panties and greets you with an eyeful. “move over a little.” you huff, sitting up while she sits behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. shoko gives you a small smile, acting cute.

her chin rests on your shoulder and her hands spread over your hips, “i missed you.” shoko sighs. “uh huh.” you puff your cheeks at her confession.

those hands of hers wander, squeezing your plusher thighs under the water. “i can feel that you missed me,” you lean back against her chest, “a lot.” she smiles sheepishly. shoko kisses your shoulder lazily, placing open mouthed kisses to your wet skin. she’s been so obsessed with you lately.

she cups your tits, one tit bigger and heavier than the other, swollen tight with milk. “i couldn’t finish up…” you murmur with a wince. shoko looks down at you in total awe. your breath hitches as your chest is so sensitive— everything is now after having your daughter. shoko is unbearable about that fact.

her hand slowly rubs the underside before squeezing more firmly, kissing your neck as she does so. you rest your head back and your shoulders loosen, feeling sore skin soften at her touch. warmth spreads on your chest as milk drips into your colder bath. “let me help.” she offers.

you snort, “you just like my bits and bobs.” you gasp at her starting to work on the other breast.

“correct.” she checks your reaction. “sho!” your wife is so shameless…

shoko’s thumb pad rubs down to your nipple, “what?” she asks, “i’m honest!” she kisses you before you could protest again, greedily and tasting faintly of her nicotine gum and stale coffee. “let’s get to bed.” you frown at the loss of her hands on your tits, disappointed that you weren’t done.

shoko’s already walked off as you get dressed, checking on your little monster snug in her nursery. she’s softly snoring, always a good sleeper and milk drunk as you already nursed before shoko came home.

you’re in a big shirt of hers, not even caring to put on a pair of bottoms. thick thighs rubbing against each other, sticky with your lotion and damp from the bath. your chest strains against the shirt much like your small belly. she sets down the baby monitor on your dresser, “ah shit…” you hiss, the little noises over the speaker having a detrimental effect on you.

dark patches bloom in the front. tears spring to your eyes in embarrassment, heat rushing to your face as it’s frustrating for you. you sit on the bed, back against the headboard and trying to distract yourself from the fact you keep on leaking and will definitely need to pump. a warm cheek plops itself on your thighs.

shoko lies over your legs, hands gripping your hips as she kisses your inner thigh, feeling the soft fuzz of leg hair and soft creases of stretchmarks. “i hate this.” you murmur.

her lips trail up your thigh, kissing them softly. “hey….” she pulls back to look up at you, lying on her side with starving eyes. “don’t do that.” she keeps a hand on your thigh. “i’m leaking everywhere constantly.” you admit pitifully.

she has a thoughtful look, looking you up and down with a tiny smile. “it’s cute.” you stare at her in disbelief. she just keeps on growing into a grin at your face.

an idea comes over her. her mouth drifts lower to the top of your chest, her thumb pressing into your ribcage. shoko sits in between your thighs— your thighs clenching around her when she pulls up your shirt and immediately cups one of your generous tits. the cool air makes your nipples harden as soon as the air hits them.

they’re so full. they’re hard to the touch, your tits painfully engorged despite the bath and her earlier attempt to help you express milk. her thumbs slowly rub at your nipples as she kisses across your collarbone, eyelashes fluttering. she pinches lightly until milk beads appear.

shoko latches onto your breast, suckling gently as warmth immediately spreads onto her tongue.

sweet— and slightly thick yet runny. like nectar. the taste is addictive upon her first try, but shoko keeps suckling, each time greedier than the last time. your sweetness drips down her lips and collects in the corner of her mouth.

“oh,” you sigh. she looks at you again, pleased with her little experiment. your fingers brush her hair back before falling limp against the pillows.

her tongue laps at your hardened nipple, sucking harder at the bud, humming against your skin. milk droplets dribble down your chest, her face chasing after every last droplet and hands gripping onto you tighter. she bites your skin lightly, teasing you.

she adjusts your thighs wrapped around her waist when you begin to relax more. “better?” she talks between suckles at your erect buds, muffled by the mouthful of your warm and flushed tit. you nod, letting out a shaky sigh.

the baby monitor crackles, making you and shoko pause, shoko sitting up suddenly to look for it. your daughter lets out a little sigh and kicks a foot— immediately falling back to sleep. she sets the monitor back down and turns to you.

you’re absolutely drenched. milk drips down onto your bare belly, the familiar sounds always making you leak much like earlier. “oh my god.” shoko pulls away your hands. she licks thick stripes against your skin to nipple, suckling away until it seems your tits have been completely drained.

you immediately cover your face with one hand, “you’re so weird about this now.” she kisses the top of your breast for good measure, glancing up at you with a cheeky smile. she likes seeing you all blushy. “now?” she repeats, “i’ve always been a boobs kinda girl. especially these boobs. my boobs.”

which is unfortunately too true. she says it too happily for your liking. you squeak when shoko leans down to press a few lazy kisses your soft belly, always shy in that area now.

her hands slide against your generous ass, squeezing them firmly, her index dragging against stretchmarks. “just look at you.” shoko acts as if she’s stating the obvious. to her it is, it’s the only thing on her mind. “sho… stooop.” you whine at her sudden praises. you let out an airy giggle and let her rest against your bare chest.

“these boobs.” kiss.

“this belly.” kiss.

“thighs.” squeeze.

“this ass.” two squeezes.

shoko wraps around you as tight as she can, inhaling the soft fragrance of your coconut shampoo. “best thing that’s ever happened to me.” she kisses your warm neck.

you hit her arm, “that should be your daughter!” you glare at her. “oh trust me, she is— she made you like this after all. made you even more beautiful. not fair.” her hands knead your ass despite the fact she’s acting very sweet.

shoko sprawls out shamelessly between your legs, cheek against your thigh, one hand still possessively spread over your ass. “i think i could live between your thighs forever.” shoko sighs in utter bliss, too comfy on her favorite kind of bed. your tits and thighs. “got spoiled by my wife and my daughter, look at what you two gave me.” she murmurs against your thigh, already dozing off, comfortable.

there’s milk dried in her hair and stuck to her lips, shoko is fast asleep, not a care in the world. you melt a little before realizing you’re going to be stuck like this for the night.

ugh, that’s definitely your daughter’s mom.

[moviecritc]

my wips !!! updated 02/06

PRIDE MONTH LINE UP

uni reunion with ieiri-sensei (smut)

brat tamer!mikasa ackerman (smut)

shoko ieiri with a daddy kink (smut)

trying collars with dom!yuki tsukumo (smut)

moving in together with sakura haruno (fluff)

rohan kishibe x male!reader (suggestive)

jealous!fem!shiu kong (fluff)

breaking up with fiancee!shoko ieiri (angst)

fem!naruto rejecting you (angst)

FOR LATER or whatever

erwin and you baking a cake for levi's bday (fluff)

iruka umino and single mom!reader (fluff)

gyro and johnny when spanish!reader is feeling homesick (fluff)

[shimmeringterroroblivion]

[merakidoll]

just thinkin about fem!gojo who has big perky tits and had a lactation kink! “you like that baby?” her long white hair flowed down her back prettily, with the light blue eyes that sparkled when she looked at you. her body was curvy, toned abs and hips! but her breast was her best feature. your cheeks were puffed from the milk that leaked from her. a small drop was on the side of your mouth, eyes dazed staring up at her and bucking your hips as her fingers scissored in your cunt. you took big gulps, her flow of sugary sweet milk never ending.

fem!gojo looked at you loving, her pussy throbbing form how sensitive she was. “take all you can ma’ma” she moaned throwing her head back and rotating her hips against nothing. finally coming up from air, your licked your wet lips and went to her other titty, drinking up all of her fluids. fem!gojo cried out, fucking her fingers into you faster so that you could both cum together! and you did.

one final huge gulp, and small drop of her milk getting on your baby pink shirt your squirted out onto the couch with a low hm, and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. fem!gojo, creamed in her black tights making a large spot! her pussy thumped as she told you how much of a good girl you were for her!

[hugmeonce]

god i just need a femme to use me. tie me up and fuck yourself onto me, ride my thigh, face, strap, i dont care as long as my princess is happy. i am truly at your service baby. just say the word and i’ll kiss, lick, suck, bite, thrust anything you please baby

[all-americanbitch]

[suturical]

can u do a tut for sizing borders bc im rlly bad at coding in rentry

This is the code that I usually start out with, and it works most of the time without tweaking much. The thing I still tweak the most though is the CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE_OUTSET. I usually set it anywhere from 10px to 20px, and sometimes I will set two values to it if I want the outset to be diff for top+bottom and left+right

I prefer a more like bigger(?) Look to how my border are cut, so I do that by making the slice smaller (15% to 20%) or I make the width bigger (25px to 30px)

There are a lot of ways to playe around with the coding though like down below I set slice to 30% which I think I see a lot of people do idk. But to keep the bigger cut look I like I make the width 30px. I like to keep my widths at 20px to 25px though because of how much my outset is. My outset sometimes clips under the edit button when you save the code and view it normally, so I keep the width a bit smaller and use a smaller or equal slice. But there are a lot of ways to play around with this because it depends a lot on your rentry and what border you're using becuase there are out(?) Borders and in(?) Borders. Basically just play around with CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE_SLICE + CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE_WIDTH You can also have fun with the repeat options (round, repeat, space, and stretch iirc). I'll leave my code and examples below. I hope this helps Anon! I'm not sure if it's comprehensible or if I'm just yapping BS..

Above big slice big width, below big slice small width

Down below are what I call 'In borders' cause they're facing inwards. I usually have the outset on these a little bigger

CONTAINER_MAX_WIDTH = 300px

CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE = Your border image

CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE_SLICE = 20%

CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE_WIDTH = 25px

CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE_OUTSET = 10px

CONTAINER_BORDER_IMAGE_REPEAT = round