Mommy!wanda x Sick!reader (suggestive themes)
use of: little one and good girl
Wanda had told you to wrap up warm. Wear a coat she said. Put on your gloves and hat before you leave she said. But of course you didnāt listen. You never did. So it led to the consequences of you laying on the couch, stuffy and miserable, while Wanda wrapped you in her arms and kissed your head sympathetically.
āI told you to wear a coat, love-bugā She whispered, brushing your hair out your face as it stuck to your sweaty forehead and flushed skin. Wanda felt bad and wanted to make you feel better in a flick of a wrist, but she knew you had to learn the consequences of not listening to Mommy.
You let out a grumble in response, the back of your throat coated with a disgusting layer of phlegm which you failed to cough up, even with the help of Wandaās back rubs. āAre you going to listen to Mommy next time?ā Wanda tilted her head to get a perfect angle of your face, reaching down to rub your tummy.
āMaybeā You mumbled, furrowing your brows as you look over at the TV that was playing a show series you had asked Wanda to put on for you. You never liked proving Wanda right, giving her the feeling of satisfaction as that stupid smirk grew on her face.
āMaybe?ā Your Mommy echoed back, reaching one of her hands up and tilting your head up in her direction causing your eyes to meet. āYouāre not going to listen to Mommy?ā
She had that tone. THAT tone. The one that challenged you to go against her, dared you to think you knew best. It made your spine shiver and goosebumps litter your skin, or maybe that was just your cold taking more of an effect on your body?
āLittle one?ā Wanda said, running her thumb over your jawline as she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. You were ill, she would take pity on you right? āYou know better than to not listen to Mommy.ā
You strunk into your skin, averting your eyes as more beads of sweat formed on your forehead. Was your cold getting worse or was it just the intense gaze from your Mommy? You were too distracted and in your own thoughts to notice Wandaās hand that rubbed your tummy was travelling south, slipping under your fleece pyjama pants as the tips of her fingers ran across the little bow on the waistband of your panties.
āYouāve gone all quiet, it wasnt long ago you were complaining about me not giving you cuddles. Why is my little one so shy now?ā She teased, a smirk threatening to show on her lips but she knew better, she had to hold back. For now.
You let out a whine, a pathetic and slightly croaky whine that you didnt realise had slipped past your lips until it was too late. āMommyā
āNow, now Little oneā¦ā she whispered, the fingers that traced your jawline made their way to your lips. āBe a good girl and suck on Mommyās fingers as she reminds you that she knows best.ā and with that, the other hand that had played with the bow on your panties was suddenly glistening with your wetness.
(apologies if itās bad, i havenāt written in years)