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characters I write for: wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, carol daverns, valkyrie, maria hill, hange zoe — I am taking requests!
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Summary: Your stepsister has always been good at keeping secrets. What's one more between sisters?
Content Warning: Stepcest/fauxcest, loss of virginity, fingering (R receiving), use of vibrator (R receiving). Please be mindful this is not a healthy relationship between stepsisters!
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: "i'll write a fic completely different to stepdad!nat!" charlie said. apparently i can't help but drink the stepcest koolaid. anyway, this one was in the works for a while. i hope it's worth the wait.
The afternoon light filters weakly through the half-drawn blinds in Natasha’s room, casting long, thin shadows across the cluttered floor. Empty beer cans and discarded clothes are scattered across the floor, and a half-smoked joint lingers in an ashtray. The air smells like her, sharp perfume mixed with cigarette smoke and something deeper, warmer, like skin after a long night out.
Natasha is your new stepsister, the daughter of the man your mom married six months ago. She’s supposed to be family now, but nothing about Natasha feels very sisterly.
You’re curled up on the end of her bed with a pillow hugged to your chest, eyes fixed on the TV sitting on the dresser. Your mom and stepdad don’t let you have one in your own room, “too distracting from schoolwork”, but Natasha’s twenty-one, so she does whatever she wants. That includes inviting you in here when she’s bored and hungover, which happens more and more often.
Natasha’s sprawled beside you, one leg dangling off the bed in her tiny sleep shorts. She flips between channels lazily, the remote loose in her hand, like she couldn’t care less. “This movie’s shit,” she mutters. The flickering channels finally lands on a mindless action film. “But better than staring at your phone all day, right?”
You nod, glancing at her shyly. “Thanks for letting me sit in here. It’s nicer than the living room. Mom’s always hovering.” Your voice is quiet, shy, almost.
Natasha has always been the opposite. Her voice is brash, her tongue almost barbed whenever she talks to your parents, her heart full of secrets she keeps from them about where she goes at night and who she sees.
She snorts, tossing the remote aside. “Yeah, well, Dad’s the same with me. ‘Where are you, who are you with?’ Like I’m gonna tell him I’m at Tony’s again.”
She reaches for an already open can of beer on her nightstand. You watch as she takes a casual sip, then tips it towards you, offering. You shake your head quickly, and she rolls her eyes with a knowing smirk. “Good girl. Wouldn’t want to corrupt you.”
The comment hangs in the air, slightly edged. You shift a little closer on the bed, knees drawn to your chest. Natasha’s always oddly attractive in that way, her ability to make anyone at ease unparalleled.
For a while you both watch the screen in comfortable silence, explosions and flipping cars flashing across it. Natasha comments on the bad acting, mocking the dialogue until you laugh.
Eventually the movie drags, and she turns down the volume. Turning to you, she props her head on her hand. Her hair falls messily over her eyes, but her gaze is still intense as she studies you quietly. “You’re quiet today. What’s up with you? School sucks?”
A half-hearted shrug as you pick at a loose thread. “It’s fine. Just…” You glance over at your stepsister, who motions with a nod for you to continue. A lump in your throat emerges, but you press on.
“People are just weird,” you murmur. “Everyone’s talking about parties and dating and stuff. I don’t really fit in.” The admission slips out easier here, in her room with the door closed and the TV humming low.
Natasha’s smirk softens into something more curious, though the glint never fully leaves her eyes. “You got your eye on anyone? Some nerd who pops a boner when you walk by?”
Heat creeps up your neck. “No. Nothing like that. I’ve never even…” You trail off, biting your lip nervously.
“Never even what?” Natasha scoots closer, her bare knee brushing yours. The contact is casual, but her voice drops a notch. She’s interested now. “Come on, spill. We’re basically sisters. You can tell me shit you won’t tell your mom.”
You hesitate, your heart rate picking up. Natasha’s always been this way, abrasive and pushing boundaries. Being around her feels dangerous in a way that excites you. “I’ve never really done anything. With anyone. Kissing, dating…”
“So,” she starts, voice low and rough from last night’s hangover, and the smirk on her lips seems less than sisterly, “you really telling me you’ve never even kissed anyone? Eighteen and still a real virgin?”
Her green eyes rake over you, predatory in the dim light. There’s a thrill in them, something dark and wrong that makes heat crawl up your neck.
You shrug again, cheeks burning. “I don’t… I mean, it’s not a big deal. I’ve been busy studying. And all the guys at school are stupid.” Your voice comes out small, almost childlike. Timid is what Mom calls it. With Natasha, it feels like hiding from a storm.
Natasha laughs, a short, abrasive bark, and takes another swig from the can before offering it to you. You shake your head again. Shrugging and setting it aside, she scoots closer on the bed until her knee brushes yours.
“Bullshit. Bet you’ve thought about it. Late at night, yeah, under the covers? Someone else’s fingers inside you instead of your own.”
Her words hit like a spark against dry tinder. You squirm, pressing your thighs together without thinking. “Natasha…”
“What? We’re sisters now, right? Stepsisters, whatever. We can talk about this shit.” She leans in, breath warm against your ear, smelling of beer and mint gum. “Tell me the truth, little sis. You ever cum before? Like, really cum?”
Your heart hammers. The room feels smaller, the air thicker. “I… I don’t know. Maybe? It feels good sometimes, but I can’t keep going…”
You can’t even look at her. Your fingers twist the hem of your shirt, exposed under her gaze.
Natasha’s hand lands on your knee, heavy and warm, perhaps possessive. “That’s so fucking cute. A real virgin, not like those girls who take it up the ass and say they're still waiting for the right guy.” Her thumb strokes slow circles on your skin, inching higher under the edge of your skirt. Your heart thunders. “Bet you’d look so pretty cumming.”
Your cunt clenches wetly around nothing. You inhale sharply but you don’t pull away.
She’s wrong. This is wrong. She’s your stepfather’s daughter. Your sister.
“Natasha, we shouldn’t–” you start, voice barely a whisper.
“Shouldn’t what?” she cuts you off, shifting so she’s behind you now, her chest pressed to your back. Her arms wrap around your waist, her lips brush your neck. “Admit it. You’re wet right now, aren’t you? Just from me asking.”
You nod before you can stop yourself, a tiny, humiliated whimper escaping your throat. “A little.”
“Good girl.” The praise is rough, laced with something hungry. Her hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. “Spread your legs for me. Just a bit. Let big sis feel.”
The word sends a guilty jolt through your stomach. You hesitate, then slowly obey, knees parting on the bed.
Her fingers trace the edge of your simple cotton panties, already lightly damp. She hums approval against your shoulder, nipping lightly, making you shiver. “Fuck, you’re almost dripping. Does your pussy know you’re supposed to be a virgin?”
“Natasha…” Your voice trembles, but you can’t help the way your hips twitch toward her hand. As shy as you are, the ache between your legs wins.
“Shh. Just feel it.” Natasha hooks a finger into your panties and tugs them aside. The warm bedroom air against your cunt makes you blush.
Her index and middle finger glide through your folds, slick and confident, finding your clit with ease and circling with lazy pressure. You gasp, back arching against her. It’s electric, better than your own novice touches in the dark. Her skin is warm, calloused slightly from whatever rough nights she spends out partying, and the contrast makes you shiver.
“See? Nice and easy,” she murmurs, voice dropping a note, more commanding. “Bet you’d squeeze my fingers so good.” You mewl gently as she circles, and then she presses one finger inside you slowly, knuckle-deep, and the mewl turns into a moan. Your cunt clenches around the intrusion, a stretch that borders on too much.
“Oh god,” you breathe, head falling back against her shoulder. All of your senses feel overloaded. The wet sound of her finger moving, the warmth of her body behind you, the faint scent of her sweat mixing with your arousal, all of it mixes into something dizzying.
“Another one,” she decides, and before you can tell her to stop, to slow down, she’s pushing in a second finger. Both curl inside you, stroking a spot that makes heat flicker in your belly. You squirm, legs shaking, moans spilling from your lips. “There we go. Feel that? That’s your sweet spot, baby. No boy’s ever gonna find it like I can.”
You bite your lip desperately, trying to stay quiet. Your mother and stepfather are both downstairs. “Natasha, what if someone hears? This is… we’re sisters–”
“Stepsisters,” she corrects, and her fingers thrust deeper, faster, like she’s proud to say it. Her thumb finds your clit, and she begins to rub firm circles that make your hips buck wildly. “And you’ll keep this secret, won’t you? Just like I keep all my shit from Dad and your mom. Our little secret. Say it.”
“I-I’ll keep it secret,” you gasp, voice breaking. Pleasure builds fast, a coiling snake low in your belly. It’s too intense. Your hips rock involuntarily, chasing her hand. “Natasha, it feels… weird. Like I have to pee. I can’t–”
She only laughs. Her hand doesn’t slow. In fact, she almost speeds up, flicking your clit with her thumb like she’s had years of experience.
“That’s not pee, dummy. That’s you about to cum. Let it happen. Don’t fight it. I want to feel you soak my fingers for your first time.” Her free arm tightens around your waist, holding you in place as you squirm harder.
The words are filthy, wrong, but they push you closer to the edge. Tears prick your eyes from the new, overwhelming sensation. “Come on, let go. Cum for me.”
Your thighs tremble violently. The pressure crests, that urgent, full feeling making you whimper and twist in her grip. “Natasha– please– it’s too much, I think I’m gonna–”
“Do it,” she groans, teeth finding your earlobe. “Cum. Now.”
Your first ever orgasm crashes over you like a wave, hard and shattering. Your whole body seizes, walls pulsing around her fingers as pleasure rips through you in waves. You cry out, muffled against her shoulder, squirming in her grasp, gasping your sister’s name.
Natasha keeps her fingers buried deep, stroking lazily through the aftershocks, milking every last twitch from you.
There’s a lazy grin on her lips that makes your stomach spin. “Remember, you can’t tell Mom or Dad. This stays between us.”
You nod weakly, still floating, cheeks flushed and heart racing.
The aftershocks are still rippling through you when Natasha slowly, finally, withdraws her fingers. You slump against her, breathing hard, thighs trembling and slick. Your mind spins. Guilt, pleasure, disbelief all tangle together.
Natasha lifts her hand between you, her fingers glistening with your release. She lets out a low, amused whistle. “Holy shit, look at the mess you made.” Her voice is teasing as she watches your flushed face. “Bet you didn’t know your body could do that, huh?”
You can’t speak. You just stare, heart pounding, as she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them clean, one slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue after another. The sight makes your stomach flip.
This isn’t normal. This isn’t what sisters do, step or otherwise. The wrongness of it sits heavy in your chest, but the words to protest stay trapped in your throat. You only watch, both mesmerized and ashamed as she savors the taste of you.
“Mmm. Sweeter than I expected,” she murmurs. “It’s like a cheap porno. ‘Innocent stepsister gets corrupted.’”
A nervous, embarrassed laugh slips out of you before you can stop it. Your cheeks burn hotter.
Natasha’s grin widens. “Lay back on the bed, baby sis. I want you spread out for me.”
You hesitate, shy and squirmy, but her tone leaves little room for argument. Hesitantly, you shift backwards to lay down on her messy bed. Her quilt feels worn and slightly rough under your back. Your skirt is bunched around your waist, panties still pushed aside, and you instinctively try to close your legs.
“Uh-uh. Keep them open,” Natasha reprimands, and then she reaches into her bedside drawer. You try not to look too curious, but then she pulls out something small and sleek, and your eyes widen. It’s smooth, with a tapered tip, but before you can ask what it is, she clicks it on, and a low buzz fills the room.
“Natasha… I’ve never–”
“I know,” she cuts you off with a shit-eating grin, moving to crawl between your legs. Her free hand pushes your thighs wider, exposing you completely. “That’s what makes this fun. Relax. Our secret, remember?”
Her nails rake across your skin. The vibrator touches your inner thigh first, the buzzing sensation making you jolt.
Natasha’s grin turns into something almost studious. She slowly drags it upward, circling your oversensitive clit without pressing directly on it. You whimper, hips twitching away and then back again, torn between too much and not enough.
“Easy,” she soothes, but there’s laughter in her voice. “It’s just a toy. Breathe.”
She presses the tip against your entrance, and you try not to squirm at the brand new sensation, biting your lower lip hard. She's surprisingly patient, letting the vibration tease you open, and when your hips lift, only then does she slide it in, inch by inch.
The stretch is completely different from her fingers. It’s relentless, buzzing deep inside you. Your back arches sharply off the quilt.
“Oh–oh god,” you babble, hands fisting the sheets. “It’s– Natasha– fuck, I can feel it–”
Natasha laughs, loud and unrestrained, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Look at you. Already losing your mind and I’ve barely started. So fucking cute.” She twists the toy slowly, angling her wrist so the buzzing presses right against that sensitive spot you didn’t even know existed until today.
Your thighs shake uncontrollably. Whimpers and gasps spill from your lips, needy, foreign to your own ears. “It’s too much– Natasha, please, I can’t–”
“Yeah you can’t,” she grins, pressing the heel of her hand down on your lower belly to hold you in place while she fucks you with the vibrator. “Say it again. Tell me how good it feels.”
“So good,” you gasp, “oh, I’m– I feel like I’m gonna explode–” Your voice cracks on the last word, hips jerking wildly. Your cunt clenches around the toy, arousal practically dripping down your thighs.
The steady, intense buzz deep inside you, the slick-slick sound every time she fucks it in and out of your cunt, Natasha’s warm hand pinning you down, her laughter washing over you like she’s enjoying your reactions more than anything. It's all too much.
She clicks the vibrator higher.
You cry out, back bowing sharply. “Natasha–!”
“That’s it. Cum for me. Really fucking hard this time.”
The orgasm slams into you like a freight train, much harder than the first. Your entire body tenses like a tightly wound coil, and you sob with pleasure, thighs clamping around her hand while your walls thrum violently around the intrusion. Something gushes out of you, soaking the patchwork quilt beneath your hips. You babble incoherently, Natasha, please, too much, completely lost in the haze of your own pleasure.
Natasha keeps the vibrator buried deep through every brutal contraction, laughing the whole time. “Holy shit, listen to you. Making such a mess. My little sister.”
You ride the peak for what feels like forever, thighs twitching until the pleasure borders on painful. Only then does Natasha finally ease the toy out, clicking it off, and you flush at the sight of it glistening in the light.
She tosses it aside, and it bounces off the mattress and lands somewhere you can’t spot it. Slowly, a grin on her face, Natasha crawls up your body, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead while you struggle to catch your breath beneath her.
“See?” she whispers, some sick sort of satisfaction in her voice. “Way better than doing it alone. And no one else ever has to know.”
You lie there boneless on her bed, the wrongness of everything settling back in like a heavy blanket. You hate that she’s right.
daddy natasha thrusting in you at just the right angles, making sure to hit your favorite spot, the speed agonizingly sluggish it could be considered cruel
mommy wanda holding you at your peak, fingers scissoring and curling at rate that forces your pleasure to hang on every movement
Mommy Wanda apologizing after hitting you for the first time:
"Mommy was just upset sweetheart. I promise it wont happen again" she says holding your sobbing self. Little did you know this wouldn't be the last time.
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You wished you knew how to create an altar to better worship Natasha. She deserved churches put up in her honor, she deserved a religion. Your eyes drifted shut, imagining what it was like if you really could worship her all day. Wait by her hand and foot, because she truly deserved it.
The Black Widow. Feared Assassian. Avenger. And you were lucky enough to get to float in her orbit. She chose you. She chose you to look after, to take care of. And holy fuck did she.
At first it was scary, the stalking, the yelling, the touches. Now it was a sacred, romantic sort of thing. A mutual obsession. It was romantic that she had found out where you had lived, had learned your wants and needs in order for her to build the perfect life for you. It was romantic how she took out her frustrations on you. It was romantic how she had to take me because she couldn’t live without me.
And you couldn’t live without her.
With one touch, one glance, one kiss she could heal you from all your worries and anxiety. Just her presence calmed you. You would be helpless without her, completely and utterly helpless.
turned on by cult leader levels of arrogance and intelligence paired with unwavering self control that keeps them from being truly terrible…. unless you ask for it
now that we're on nat fear play, imagine natty hunting and chasing r thru the woods 😖 reader's dressed up cutely but too bad !! nat will make sure they're covered in dirt with a dry leaf or two sticking out of her hair when she catches her and has her way with her afterwards 😖
having dirt on my knees and leaves in my hair while natasha drags me up to my feet just to tie me to a tree so she can have her way with me
would wanda and nat ever bring the reader to work with them👀
i think they’re too psycho jealous to ever do something like that. instead they’d text you, constantly asking for pictures. even the most innocent ones (like you curled up on the couch reading) got them through the day.
they’d compete for it too, texting you at the same time and seeing who you’d reply to first. of course the one you “ignored” would have to punish you as soon as they got home. you eventually caught on and would send them a risqué picture in a group chat you created.
although i love the idea of one of them forgetting their lunch and asking you to bring it in. they’d flaunt you around in front of their coworkers, specifically maria who is jealous they got to you first. but if you even so much as glance at another person…all bets are off
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✧˚ · . kidnapper!natasha using your bound hands to jerk off. your eyes are still covered but you can feel the heat and weight of her lengthy cock. she’s holding your wrists tight, tight enough to bruise, tight enough to keep you from moving. your mouth was still gagged but she could hear you trying to plead. god she thought you would’ve given that up already. she finishes on your face, spilling her milky load in thick ropes. you flinch but there’s not much room for you to move. she leaves you down in her basement like that, but not before snapping a picture of your cute face. it’ll look great in the scrapbook blackmail she’s making for you. ˚ · .
tw: inspection kink, mama!wanda, sickening amount of pet names, soft wanda, control, oral sex (r recieving), rimming, fingering, water control, bladder control (no actual peeing), spanking, kissing, lesbianism (ᵔᴗᵔ)
wc: 2.8k
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“I’m home!” You cheered out, toeing off your sandals at the entry way. You were shocked to see Wanda’s car in the driveway, not expecting her home until later.
You had just gotten home from ice cream with Kate and Peter. Of course with her permission and adorning the outfit she had perfectly selected for you.
“In here bunny!”
You smiled, chasing her voice and finding her sitting in the living room. The sky had turned stormy, making the room darker than it should be for seven in the evening.
A few candles were lit, the tv still off. She clicked off her phone and threw it on the couch before grabbing onto you and pulling you in to stand between her spread legs.
“Hi baby.” She smiled, leaning up to kiss you. You met her halfway, kissing her sweetly. “Have fun?”
“Mhm.” You hummed into her lips.
“Were you good?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes mama.”
She leaned back, so you stood back up. “I’ll have to check.”
You whined, stomping your foot slightly. “Please Wans. I’m hungry and I—“
“Shhhh.” Her hands wound up on your hips, right where your purple tanktop had ridden up from your jean skirt.
“Relationships are built on trust, Wans.”
“Relationships are built on devotion.” Her eyes were so dark you couldn’t tell where her iris’s ended and her pupils started. “Look at this house. Look at the clothes on your body. Look at the money constantly flowing in to your bank account every time you want to spend some.”
Her voice was soft, but the grip on your hips had turned violent. You winced, but did your best to stay still. “I am completely and utterly devoted to you and making your life better. So why can’t you do this for me?”
“I-I’m sorry.”
Wanda’s grip softened, her head tilting to the side. “Bunny, will you strip down to your panties now?”
“Yes mama.” You whispered.
Your hands were shaking as they came up to your skirt button, undoing it easily. Wanda leaned back, her arms coming up to rest on the back of the couch. You wished the overhead lights were on so you could see every flicker of expression in her face. The only emotion you could read right now was displeasure.
Your top came off easily, leaving you standing in front of her in just your matching bra and panties. The pair Wanda had picked out for you this morning. A white pair, laced with pink and adorned with a small pink rose right at the top. The top was a balconnette, the bottoms full coverage. The panties had been uncomfortable all day, digging into your skin. But it just served as a reminder.
“Alright.” Wanda leaned back in, her gaze purely predatory in a way that made your head spin. “Now let’s check-in.”
You let out a shiver despite the warm temperature of the room. Her hand splayed over your stomach, her eyes upturned to you. “So soft baby.” She commented, her cold rings making goosebumps erupt.
Her hand traveled down, the other joining it on your hip. “These panties don’t seem messed with. You didn’t go to the bathroom did you sweetie?”
“No mama.”
“Did you drink all your water then?”
You bit your lip and let out a small whine. She just shook her head. “What happens when you don’t do what mama tells you to do?”
“I get—I get punished.”
“That’s right. Such a smart girl.” Her hands traveled up again, wrapping around your front stubly. “How much water did mama tell you to drink?”
“My whole bottle.”
“And how much did you drink?”
“Half.”
She hummed, her hands massaging the skin of your waist. Her thumbs began pressing into your lower stomach. She hummed again, before moving her hands down.
“Alright honey, you passed the first part.” She whispered, though there was a smile on her lips. “Are you ready for round two?”
“Y-yes mama.”
She spread her legs, pulling you to step towards her. She was below you, looking up at you. Yet it didn’t matter. You were completely submissive to her.
Slowly, her hands trecked up your torso, up to the bottom of your bra. Her fingertips slipped underneath, pulling the fabric up enough to reveal your nipples. Without thinking about it, your hands came up to hold the fabric still.
“Such a good girl for me. Hold it up for mama.” She commented, letting go of the fabric to run her thumbs over your nipples.
They hardened quickly under her touch. Only taking one swipe of her thumb to make it happen. “Doesn’t look like these were touched either.” She commented to herself. “Mama knows how sensitive they are, you would’ve been a soaked mess if someone had touched them.”
“Would never let someone touch me mama.”
“Oh I know darling.” She drew her thumb over the hardened nubs again, drawing out a whine from her lips. “Mama knows you’d never let someone touch them. But the world is full of dark, scary people. That’s why you need me to watch out for you right?”
You squirmed as she ran her thumbs over them again. “Right mama.”
“Alright bunny,” She grabbed the fabric from your hands, dropping it back down. Her eyes weren’t on yours, they were staring at the hardness pressed against the fabric. She ran her thumbs over again, mesmerized. She cleared her throat, blinking once before pulling her hands away. “You passed, down on your knees now.”
You nodded, doing as she said, trying to get as close to the couch as possible so she wouldn’t have to move too much. Her hand came down onto your cheek, rubbing your face with her thumb.
“It’s so hard for mama to stay mad at her baby.” She sighed. “You’re just so sweet and so pretty. I could just eat you up.”
You whined under her praise, looking up at her with big eyes that were full of devotion. Her hand moved, her thumb coming to play with your lips, she pulled the chapstick that was lining your lips off with her thumb, pulling her hand away to suck it into her mouth, she pulled it out with a wet pop, smiling as she did so.
“Even used the chapstick I sent with you.”
“I did mama.”
“Sweet girl.
She dragged her now wet thumb across your lips. You were careful to stay still. Last time you had darted a tongue out when she had been in a particularly bad mood and she didn’t let you finish for days.
Soon she popped her thumb into your mouth, pulling out your tongue easily. She ran her thumb up and down it, careful not to go in too far. She pulled her thumb out, pulling it into her mouth again.
“What flavor ice cream did you get, bunny?” Wanda asked once she had sucked your slavia off.
“Strawberry cheesecake.” You replied, returning your tongue to its previous position right after.
She hummed before smiling. “Good girl. That’s exactly what I tasted.”
You beamed under her praise, pulling your tongue back into your mouth. Wanda reached over you, grabbing your water bottle from where it laid on the table. “We’re gonna finish your water right here okay baby.”
It wasn’t a question, you whined nonetheless. You were horrible with drinking water and you were already so worked up from her inspection that you were feeling impatient.
Wanda rolled her eyes, kicking your thighs apart roughly. “Don’t be like that. Not after all that praise I just gave you.
“S-sorry mama.”
“Alright, now open your mouth.”
Even in your protest, you still did directly as she said. You tipped your head back a little to make it easier for the water to flow. She poured until your moth was full, pulling the bottle away enough to stop the flow. “Not yet.”
She leaned over you, her lips forming a pout only for a line of spit to dribble out. It hit the water in your mouth and then she nodded. You swallowed, doing your best to not let anything drop. You felt a little on the corners of your mouth.
She repeated it again and again until the bottle was empty, garnishing each mouthful with some of her spit, just claiming you more and more. Once you swallowed the last of it, she set two fingers into your mouth, running it along. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, threatening to quickly spill over.
“See honey,” Wanda cooed, pushing her fingers in and out at a slow pace. “See how much more drooly you are? How much easier it is to do this? Mama doesn’t make rules just for fun, she makes them so you’re better.”
You nodded, drool spilling out now. You were trying to regain some composure but you were threatening to spill over at any second. She pushed her fingers all the way in until you were gagging.
She pulled out, her spit covered fingers resting on your chin. “Good job bunny.” She kissed your forehead. “Such a good girl for me, can you stand up for mama now?”
You nodded, helpless to obey anything she would command. Her hands returned to your waist, her thumbs rubbing against the skin right under your belly button. Her thumbs pushed in, making your jolt. She pressed down on your bladder just enough for you to feel it. You pressed your thighs together to try and stop the feeling but it did little to help.
“Alright bunny, time for the last inspection.”
“But mama I have to go—“
“Bunny.”
You whined but fell back onto your knees. You cried out as you turned around, seeing that the coffee table would only press on your bladder more. She pressed you down, hurrying you along. You were splayed out on the coffee table now, front facing down and knees digging into the hard floor, leaving your ass in the air for her mercy.
“Oh bunny.” She cooed, pressing a thumb over the fabric of your panties. “You’re soaked.” You whined as she rubbed you, touching you gently so it would never be enough to fully satisfy you. “Who got you worked up like this?”
“Y-you did—you did mama.”
“Good girl.”
Her thumb pulled away, her hands grabbing at the top of your panties. You whined, only for her to pull up.
You cried out, feeling the fabric pull into your folds. She shushed you, one of her hands holding your panties up, the other pressing down on your lower back.
“Stop squirming, baby. Stay still for me.”
“I-I’m-‘m sorry!”
“Take your punishment like a good girl.”
You whined as she pulled your panties up more. It was bordering on painful but it was so tight on your clit you couldn’t help but grind your hips.
As soon as you were done, her hand came down swiftly on the sensitive skin of your ass. You cried out, which only meant another smack to your other cheek.
“What did I just tell you?”
“T-to stay st-till mama.”
“Why did you start grinding like a whore?”
“Felt good, mama.”
“Ah so your panties we’re rubbing against you all nice?”
“Y-yeah mama.”
Her fingers relaxed, letting the fabric fall back in place. Her hands came down to grab your ass, pulling you apart. She let your cheeks bounce back into place only to lay a smack to each cheek once they had.
“Oh sweet girl…you’re soaked for me. This inspection won’t be easy.”
“Please mama.” You whined, fingers gripping the edge of the table. “‘m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“For not listening.”
“Mama might forgive you if you take your punishment like a good girl.”
Her fingers grabbed at the elastic band of your panties, pulling it off to let it snap against your skin. You couldn’t help but moan, arching your back a little bit.
Her strong hands pressed down on your lower back, making sure that your navel stayed pressed down. You cried out, doing everything to keep yourself from wetting your panties.
Finally, her fingers pulled your panties down your legs, the wetness completely covering you making your shiver.
She left the panties pooled at your thighs, just enough for her to see you fully. Unlike the rest of it, she got right to work. Her hands pulled you apart, leaving you completely bare to you. “Hands, bunny.”
You moved your hands to hold yourself open, both holes exposed to her. “Do you feel how wet you are?”
“Yeah mama.”
“Were you this wet when you were out with your friends?”
“N-no mama. Only for you. I promise—mama please—“
“Such a sweet girl.”
An obscene moan left your mouth as her tongue licked all of you. From your clit all the way up to your puckered hole. She hummed, “Taste so sweet too baby. So good for mama.”
“Please mama—I’ll be good—i’ll—“
“Shhhhh darling. Let mama finish.”
Her hands pried you apart further, making your hole clench around nothing. “So tight for me. No one touched you baby.”
“N-no—no one mama.”
She spit right above your folds, letting it run down. Her thumb began circling your hole, teasing it as she did so. “So greedy for me baby.”
Her thumb went down, your entire body jolting as she rubbed your sensitive clit. You cried, tears of desperation threatening to fall from your eyes. The feeling of needing to pee was only amplifying your sensitivity. Her touch moved after an instant, rubbing your folds without touching you where you truly needed it.
“So sloppy.” She commented, which only made you whine. Her thumb was replaced by two of her fingers, circling your folds at a snails pace.
She slotted her hands up, dragging over your hole and circling that too. You cried out, your thighs starting to shake with the will it took you to keep the rest of your body still and not wet yourself.
Her fingers went up, pressing onto your asshole but not inside before falling back down. Then one finger was pressing inside of you.
You moaned, unafraid of being loud. “So tight for me bunny.” She pulled her finger out, not pushing it back in like you were hoping. A tear sprang free from your eye, unable to hold them in anymore.
She dragged her finger back through your slick, before pushing it into your asshole. “Sucking me right in honey, like you were made for this.”
“Mama…” You whined. “Please…”
She shushed you once again, not hearing your pleas. Just dragging her finger out. Her hands went on top of yours, pulling your cheeks further apart.
She licked your asshole, pulling more tears out of you. It felt good, of course it felt amazing. But you both knew it wasn’t enough. She licked again, pushing the tip of her tongue past the rim.
The urge to pee was getting harder to ignore, but so was your neglected pussy. “Mama please—please I’ve been good—I need to—“
She didn’t listen, just kept licking and sucking your hole, completely ignoring where you needed her most.
Tears fell freely from your eyes, your entire body was shaking. You tried to clamp your legs together but her feet were keeping your knees in place.
She pulled away, one of her hands coming down to circle your hole. “You cum from this or you don’t cum. It’s up to you. You have a minute.”
“No mama please, you know I can’t.”
Her fingers came down, slapping your hole directly with practiced precision. “One minute.”
She dove back in, doubling her efforts but it was in vain. You did everything you could, even grinding back onto her face. You were painfully on the edge, only one touch to your clit and you would be cumming.
You sobbed as she pulled away, frustrated noises leaving your lips as Wanda pulled your hands away. You felt the cloth of your underwear being pulled back up, signalling the end of her attention.
She pulled you up by your hair, pulling you to sit on her lap. You were crying and shaking, still so mad at her for not letting you finish but still tucking your head into her neck.
“Mama please—“
“Not my fault you didn’t listen to me.”
You whined, “I’m so sorry mama I’ll never do it again. I promise.”
“Oh I know honey, but that’s not good enough. You gotta know your place.”
A pitiful huff left your lips but she stroked your back gently. “What happened to my good bunny? Is mama gonna have to make you hold it in longer?”
“N-no mama. No I-I swear—please don’t—I really have to go.”
“You wanna go take a shower then? We can order some take out later.”
You nodded, your hands winding around her head to play with her hair, rolling the red roots in your hand. She kissed the side of your head before picking you up and carrying you off.
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turns out the greatest pre workout is looking at my pretty little femme and thinking “i need to be able to carry her without even pretending it’s heavy.” in all honesty my gym progress skyrocketed the second i stopped thinking “one more rep” and started thinking “there’s a little bunny femme waiting for me to effortlessly pick her up throw her around like a little doll.”
let’s talk about mama wanda giving you an inspection after you go out for ice cream with your friends. checking your panties to make sure no one took them off. making sure no one sucked on your sensitive nipples. sucking on your tongue to check which flavor you go. making sure your holes are tight and untouched.
