-mature content but minors can interact I’m a minor myself also I can’t write worth a shit sooooo!!!🐾🦴
-age gap-Beyoncé is 44 Wanda is 33-
NOT PROOF READ because I’m lazy!!!
-Beyoncé and Wanda met at a local dive bar one starting the other down hoping she’ll notice her and of course Beyonce did she always does but she never moved, never planned to move just sat there starting right back at Wanda with a soft genuine expression.
-Beyonce and Wanda got together again 2 weeks later at the same bar. same tension. same wandering stare while the other wasn’t looking.
-Beyoncé caved in eventually without even thinking about it she crossed that same bar in a rush to kiss the woman she’s so desperately craved for weeks and that tension finally connected in one hungry kiss.
-Beyonce and Wanda are both tops so when they finally hooked up it was like two animals fighting for dominance tongues biting, mouths fighting, and hands wandering but in the end they both knew Wanda would win she always gets her way after all.
-The first time Beyonce and Wanda went on an actual date it was some cute little cafe Wanda spoke about her church she ran but never mentioned it was a cult I mean why would she? She wouldn’t wanna scare her beautiful girl off first date.
-When Beyonce finally did learn that Wanda’s church was a cult she didn’t scare away just smiled gently admiring the beautiful woman across for her maybe even thinking about joining that cult for her baby to make her happy.
-After a few weeks Beyoncé eventually went to Wanda’s church to see a part of her world it amazed Beyoncé how in control Wanda was but she knew she would be the one to break it behind closed doors.
-It took Beyoncé 3 solid months of talking non stop, cute dates, and little pecks on the cheek to cave in and ask her to be her girlfriend and of course Wanda said yes that’s all she’s wanted since she meet this beautiful, talented older woman across the dive bar.
-Beyonce was very gentle the first few weeks of them dating making sure to buy her woman gifts, clothes, bags, and maybe even a few nail appointments to make her mood better.
-After about 7 months of Beyonce and Wanda dating Beyonce introduced Wanda to her sex room it was kinkier than Wanda expected but in that moment she knew this is all she’s ever wanted a woman who is open about how needy she is, how dominant she is, how much she expects her good girl to be good for mommy who doesn’t talk back or disobey of course Wanda was obviously a little taken back when Beyonce told her about this dynamic because Wanda has always been the dominant one in her relationship but what could be wrong with a little change I mean yeah of course she’d still try to show her dominance but with Beyoncé? She knew it’d never work this is a woman who strives off taking care of her lover even if that means a little pain is involved.
-Two weeks two solid weeks after Beyonce introduced Wanda to that room it took Wanda to pop off once and in a instant she was bent over the kitchen table Beyonce pressing her full back to her telling her to shut up and say sorry to her mommy and when Wanda didn’t comply she grabbed her by the hair till their faces were inches apart Wanda’s lips slightly parted and a soft whimper coming out from how much she enjoyed it Beyoncés hands slid up to Wanda’s ass giving her a hard smack right on her right cheek and god it felt good, so good that smack fueling a fire in Wanda she didn’t know was possible then when Beyonce gave her a second smack Wanda cried but not in pain in pleasure in needy pleasure wanting more but Beyonce wasn’t going to give it to her she needed to make her point clear *you don’t disobey mommy no matter the situation no matter if she’s wrong or right because she’s in charge of her little puppy* Beyonce officially stopped at 10 smacks because she’s didn’t want to over stimulate her gorgeous puppy even if she deserved more for being a bad girl and this being the first time Wanda’s popped off she wasn’t going to be rough rough not until she needed to be so she cleaned her puppy up putting her in a nice warm bath washing her hair and body with a loofa making sure she cleaned every part she could.
-The first time Beyoncé wasn’t truly rough with Wanda she hadn’t meant to be but her girl was just being so bad it angered her so she took her to her room got a paddle, gags, a strap on, and pink fluffy handcuffs tying her to the bed telling her if she makes one sound it’s going to be 10x worse for her “this is what happens when you disobey mommy you get treated like the bitch you are the” Wanda had cried a lot that night but Beyonce made sure to make it up to her baby giving her lots of comfort and cuddles <3
-Beyoncé also gets jealous very easily so whenever Wanda wants to hang out with friends without Beyonce it’s an instant no because why would her puppy not need her mommy everywhere she goes?
-Wanda has also tried to be dominant but fails every time causing her mommy to put her right back in her place.
-Wanda’s love for Beyoncé has grown so clearly to her and anytime Beyonce is being soft and domestic she can’t help but wanna cover her in kisses same for Beyoncé, Beyoncé never thought she could love someone so softly but with Wanda it’s honestly so effortlessly she would of never thought it was possible.
-Both Wanda and Beyoncé are constantly close to each other wherever they go because Beyoncé doesn’t want her pretty girl to be anywhere without her <3.
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– summary it slipped out of your mouth before it even registered in your brain, you just called wanda ‘mommy’ by accident and she doesn’t seem to mind ? [f!reader x mommy!wanda]
– warnings mommy kink , fingering, finger sucking, thigh riding, marking, teasing, feral wanda :3, overstimulation, degrading, biting, spanking, name calling (sweetheart, good girl, malysh, etc.), kinda badly written aftercare ngl, not proofread, men & minors dni
– a/n comeback after 5 months, i've been busy bc of school :(( hope yall like this and are as feral for mommy wanda as i am
wanda had you cradled against her. your back against her front as she slipped her ringed fingers in and out of your crying cunt. she spoke the dirtiest words with the sweetest fucking tone as she thrusted her fingers into you, her other hand wiping tears away from your cheek.
"i can't, i can't, please! s' too much!" you cried into her chest, thighs begging to be closed because even you came down from your third orgasm, wanda never stopped the pace.
finally, she pulls her glistening fingers out of your cunt for the first time in… god knows how long, then holds it up to your face, spreading her fingers to show you the string of wetness connecting them.
“if you wanted me to stop you wouldn’t be making such a mess, hm ?” wanda hums, her lips brushing against your ear. she pushes her fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue and making you taste yourself before thrusting the spit-soaked fingers back into your dripping cunt with a low groan.
“your mouth is telling me to stop…” she sighs, “but your pussy,” she lightly pinches your clit, sending waves of electricity up your spine and a loud moan out of your mouth, “is telling me a different story…”
“f-fuck !” you cry, tears brimming in your eyes, your thighs are trying their best to clamp shut but wanda keeps them open by hooking her legs around yours.
your back arches against her front, “mommy please ! i can’t-”
the title slips out of your mouth before it even registers in your brain.
then your eyes widen, you realise your slip up. wanda’s fingers stop their relentless thrusting.
“i- i don’t know why i said that…” you push yourself away from wanda and quickly scramble to explain yourself, “i- i didn’t mean to say that, it just slipped out, im sorry wand-”
before you can even complete your sentence, wanda reaches for your waist and flips your body around so you’re now lying on your back, she hovers over you and her fingers enter you again, “no, not wanda,” she shakes her head lightly, her face right above yours as her eyes darken in a way you haven’t seen before, "i'm your mommy, isn’t that right ?” she fucks into you even harder.
hearing wanda’s words, your pussy clenches around her fingers, a moan slips out of your lips as your hips jerk upwards against her hand, the movement presses your clit against her palm and your thighs immediately attempt to clamp shut despite the intrusion that is wanda’s body between them.
“yeah, that’s it sweetheart,” she mumbles, pressing kisses against your neck, her movements are sloppy and feral, teeth scraping against your skin and her free hand grabbing for whatever part of your body is available to her. she palms your breast before her nails dig into the soft skin, sure to leave red crescent moon shaped marks for the next few days.
but wanda still needs more, needs more contact, so her legs straddle your thigh as she continues pumping her fingers into you, her hips grind against your thigh and you can feel the wet patch forming on her panties.
“w-wanda what are y- too much- fuck…” you cry, her fingers pushing in and out of your pussy in a way you’ve never felt, her fingers repeatedly hit that spongey part inside of you making you let out a whorish moan at every thrust.
then a bite against a particularly sensitive part of your neck, the pain shoots through your body sharply but then melts down into a hot achy feeling between your legs that makes you grind against wanda’s fingers. you gasp and immediately reach for wanda’s head, not exactly pushing her away but your fingers tangle in her red hair, grasping at her scalp.
“what did i just tell you, huh ?” wanda asks you condescendingly, her lips brushing against your neck as she spoke, “just a dumb little girl…” she murmurs.
wanda’s lips finally leave your neck so her head can come up to look you in the eye, her pupils are blown in a way you never thought possible and glued to the way your eyes are brimming with fresh tears. her hand cups your cheek and her thumb brushes against your lips with uncharacteristic sweetness, you lean into her touch as you let out unintelligible whines.
“toomuchtoomuchtoomuch,” you cry, your face almost trying to burrow into wanda’s hand for some form of comfort as you squirm in her grasp, trying to escape the way she's plowing her fingers into your pussy. you were feeling so fucking sensitive after the many orgasms she gave you and she was anything but caring towards the way you were feeling right now. your hands reach between your thighs for wanda’s, grasping at her forearm to try to get her to slow down.
“uh uh, malysh,” she tuts, removing her hand from your cheek to grab your wrists and pin them above your head, “you wanted me to be your mommy, right ?” she asks with a slight tilt of her head, a small smirk forming on her lips, “i’m just giving you what you want.”
“maybe my ears are broken but… i don’t hear you saying your safe word, so lie there and take it like a good girl,” wanda’s voice is smooth as honey as she speaks, “you don’t want me to tie you up, do you ?” and it isn't a threat, it isn’t a question either, it’s a promise of what she’ll do to you if you deny her.
you panickily shake your head, “no- no i dont want that.” you hiccup, already imagining how long you'll be in this position if she ties you up, body vulnerable to everything she wants to do to you and more.
“that’s what i thought,” she smiles and then leans down to kiss your tear stained cheeks “now be a good girl for mommy, hm ? let mommy use you.”
wanda removes her grasp from your wrists, trusting that you’ll leave your arms up there and you do, hands curling up in an attempt to stop yourself from pushing wanda away from your sensitive cunt.
“what’s my name ?” she asks, her eyes scanning your face for every tremor of your lips and flutter of your eyelashes, she wants to make sure you give her the right answer, the answer you were giving her just now before getting so embarrassed.
you know what she wants to hear but that embarrassment adorning your cheeks doesn’t want to give in, doesn’t let you say what she wants to hear or what you, deep down, want to say. you open your mouth nervously, lips trembling as you give her your answer.
“wan-”
wrong answer.
suddenly there’s a red hot sting between your legs. wanda’s hand comes down on your clit, smacking it with precision, your thighs immediately try to clamp shut but wanda’s knee between your legs pushes outwards and makes sure that you can’t.
“no mommy, no !” you cry, hands immediately leaving their position above their head to try to push her hand away, “i’m sorry mommy ! please mommy !” you sob, immediately giving in to what she wants to hear, you didn’t need anymore convincing.
wanda hums, a little sound of satisfaction.
“hands back up.” wanda gives you a look, a reminder of her previous promise. her hand hovers above your clit as well, prepared to smack you again if you didn’t listen.
you agonisingly slowly put your hands back up above your head with a whine, a small protest of your own that wanda chooses not to do anything about. your legs are trembling, prepared to clamp shut again if she tries to smack you again.
“good girl.” she praises, her finger delve back into the velvety walls of your pussy with a small smile on her lips.
as wanda settles back into her rhythm, the pace is no longer just frantic, it’s relentless and methodical, every thrust of her fingers aim to draw a noise out of you, a whimper, a moan, a whine, it’s all music to wanda’s ears. her pussy continues grinding against your thigh, her arousal spreading across the expanse of your skin as she angles herself so that her clit hits against you perfectly every time, when she finally finds that spot her eyes roll back and she bites her lip, she lets out shallow breaths and small grunts as her hips grind against your thigh with the same rhythm that her fingers are fucking into you. her fingers hook deep in your cunt finding that sensitive, swollen spot and your hips buck upwards involuntarily.
“for someone who wanted me to stop, you seem awfully desperate…” wanda mutters, her voice dropping into that register that makes your stomach fill with jittery butterflies.
your cheeks grow into an even darker shade of red if possible from hearing her words. your hips grind against her hand as she fucks you, everything that happened, the way she smacked your pussy, her fingers in your cunt, the humiliation from accidentally calling her mommy, her lower register, it all melted together into a hot tingly knot in your lower stomach.
“fuck…” wanda groans, her hips pushing against your thigh with her head keeled back. she looks down at her fingers disappearing in and out of your pussy and almost has to stop herself from letting out a moan.
“gonna cum all pretty on mommy’s fingers like a good girl ?” wanda watches you get closer, watches that feeling build up again despite the overstimulation, all while knowing that you know she’s not gonna stop.
“i can’t, mommy… its too much…” you whine.
“yes you can, malysh. you’re gonna cum for me one last time, just- fuck- one more and we’re all done,” wanda bites her lip, rubbing your clit even harder, her hips starting to grind against your hips sloppier, her breaths get shallower, clear that she was also close.
your back arches violently with the way her fingers curl into you and your walls clench around her fingers, practically sucking her in.
“just one more lyubov, i know my good girl can do it.” her voice feels like a hot chill running down your spine. her voice trembles as she speaks, she’s almost there too.
every muscle in your body locks tight, your back bowing off the mattress as a loud combination of a moan and whine gets torn out of your lungs. it’s all too much and too everything and all you can do is ride the sensation that wanda is making you endure.
before you know it, your legs shake and you cover wanda’s hand with your release. wanda’s hips press particularly hard against your thigh and she cums not too long after, her fingers in your cunt stopping their motions as her pussy squirts all over your thigh.
“good girl- good fucking girl- god- mommy’s dirty little girl” wanda gasps, she leans forward and trails kisses against your neck, moving up until her lips meet yours.
“mommy don’t stop, mommy please-” you cry against her lips, hips wiggling, clearly wanting her fingers in you again. wanda lets you ride out your orgasm on her fingers, it feels all too much and you were clearly too sensitive down there right now but it just felt so fucking good you couldn’t get enough.
“thank you mommy- thank you thank you thank you” you mumble as you come down from your orgasm, “thank you mommy.”
your head gets fuzzy and goes to that floaty headspace wanda loves you in, you feel like you’re floating, held in place and still on earth only by the weight of wanda’s body and the heavy intoxicating pull of her presence.
when the aftershocks begin to subside, leaving you heavy limbed and too tired to move, you feel wanda’s fingers leave you and you whine, not enjoying the fullness that was taken away from you. then you feel a kiss against your forehead, wanda says a few words that didn’t register in your brain and her presence falls away.
a few seconds after she leaves is only when you truly realise that she’s left. your eyes blink against the lights that look way harsher than usual and you bite your lip anxiously.
“mommy ? mommy where are you…” you mumble, curling in on yourself, missing her warmth.
her voice comes from afar, “i’m coming malysh, mommy’s right here, she just went to grab something to make you feel better, okay baby ?”
it all went in one ear and out the other for you, just a string of words pieced together that didn’t make any sense.
just as you were about to call for her again, she appears in front of you, you smile and your arms weakly reach out for her.
“want you.”
wanda lets out a happy sigh, “we gotta clean you up moya lyubov, afterwards we can cuddle okay ?”
you nod sleepily, feeling wanda press the warm towel against your skin. you wiggle a little when wanda softly rubs the towel against your sticky inner thighs, they still felt sensitive and the towel felt rough against your skin.
“shhh it’s okay baby, we’re almost done,” wanda reassures you, making quick work with cleaning your thighs before moving on. it was probably only 5 minutes but it already felt like hours to you.
when wanda was finally done, she leaves you again for a moment, but this time she gives you a pillow to cuddle while you waited.
she took her time away to put the towel in the laundry basket and clean herself up but before you knew it, you felt a dip in the bed and slender arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to wanda.
she pulls you close and guides your head to rest against her chest, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
“you did so good for me today malysh, i love you so much,” she mutters praises between kisses against your head. all the while, your eyes slowly flutter shut as you drift away, listening to the sound of wanda’s voic as you fall asleep.
– a/n can u guys tell idk how to write orgasms and aftercare idk. i like lowkey need to start reading more orgasm and (especially) aftercare writing this is embarrassing 💔 like i want everyone to know that this fic was delayed by a day bc i didn’t like how i wrote the aftercare, i still don’t and cringed at it but i gave up 🥲🥲🥲
extra a/n this is my third attempt at posting this tumblr pls stop being mean, im just a girl who wants mommy wanda inside of me okay thank you
summary: the only way to wake you was to invite a powerful witch that had a motive.
warnings: 18+ MNI. Mommy kink, dark wanda and dark agatha, lactation kink, manipulation kink (let me know if i left anything out)
a/n: hiii<3 this was long awaited!!! i hope this is good lol!!
part 1
part 2
Wanda knew she has to wake you but there was something about watching you peacefully sleep made it hard. She felt powerful in that moment watching your eyes close but she knew she needed another witch to help her and as much as she didn't want to her, Agatha was her only option.
Wanda and Agatha were two witches that had undying chemistry. They both wanted to be the most powerful in their coven but Agatha, being older earned her right and that itself drove Wanda to be just like her.
When she heard the door bell ring, Agatha didn't even allowed Wanda to make it to the landing before entering the house.
"I knew you needed me at some point, Wanda." Agatha sung. "Where is the little brat you've been hiding?"
"She's up here." Wanda shouted, returning to your room.
“Oh she’s exquisite, Wanda” Agatha, Wanda’s friend awed at you. She bent over to get a closer look at your plumped belly, all swollen and huge. Agatha lightly rubbed your belly, grinning at the softness of your skin. “How did she take it? Did she struggle?"
Wanda shook her head, "A little. You should of heard her screams and muffled cries. She was red all over, but she took it all."
Agatha was gutted that she missed it, Wanda did invite her but duties ran over. But Agatha was glad that the serum worked, and Wanda was able to deliver.
"Since she is plumped and ready to pop, I can finally take what's mine."
Wanda shot up, slightly confused. “Take?"
Agatha tutted, “You seriously think that I would let you, someone who stole from me and not to take punishment?”
Wanda rolled her eyes, "Are we seriously holding onto that? You can't be serious. It happened decades ago."
“I did but actions have consequences, and all witches know that we are ones to hold a grudge."
“I’m not letting you take my babies. I found her and I breeded her.” Wanda managed to say, but what Agatha mentioned next ignited something in Wanda. She knew Agatha's next move and planting a seed in her mind, only made Wanda more powerful. But she needed to play the part, because truthfully, Agatha is the only one who could wake you.
Agatha just laughed, seeing Wanda undone like this was deliberate and truthfully, Agatha just wanted you to herself. Seeing how easily you obeyed to Wanda, there’s no way you could say no to Agatha.
“How about a deal?” Wanda choked. She knew that this was the only way she could have you and still be powerful.
Wanda did develop feelings for you, but being even more powerful with Agatha by her side was something she couldn't miss.
Agatha slowly turned around, grinning from cheek to cheek. “If this involves what I think it is, I’m open to it.”
Wanda resumed, looking at you. “We both have her. You and Me. We both want children and we keep breeding her, that way the coven survives and we get double the pleasure.”
Agatha grinned, “You dirty witch. Sharing your beloved? You really want to strike this deal?”
Wanda nodded, “Why not? She’s just a lonely, lost girl with no parents, no life and look how well she reacted to the serum. She’s everything we both wanted.”
Agatha reached closer to you, your bare body was glowing and as she trailed her hand down to your entrance, she noticed that your pussy was tight.
“Fine. She’s ours but I get to fuck her first. Let me get my scent in her.” Agatha said. “I’ll awake her and give her something to latch on, as i can see that pussy of hers is tight.”
Wanda didn’t a say a word, she was disgusted that she allowed her power overtake her but she would lying if she didn’t find it sexy to see you struggle.
“Take the lead, she’s a screamer.”
Agatha laughed, “That’s perfect. Everyone should know that those screams are made by us. We are unstoppable, Wanda.”
Wanda followed Agatha, placing her hands on her shoulders beaming at the sight of you.
“Let’s do it.” Wanda said. “Wake her up.”
Agatha closed her eyes and made movements with her hands, shining with different shades of purple, the movement of the smoke travelled inside you.
Wanda watched in awe, silently grinning as she watched your limbs move slowly. Agatha was chanting a spell, something that Wanda dreamed she could do.
"Before she wakes, you must tell me." Agatha paused, looking up at Wanda.
"Erase her memory. I want her to only be thinking about breeding, getting fucked and being a mother to our kids."
Agatha nodded and with one more pull on her magic, adding something that she will promise to tell Wanda after, you started to regain conscious.
It was sudden when your heart started to beat again, everything was in high definition. You were dazed, your vision was blurred but something felt heavy.
You tried to speak but no words were coming out, the noises around you heightened and as your vision started to regain, you noticed two women standing over you, admiring something.
"W-who are you?" you choked, not even releasing your belly was so big.
Wanda and Agatha just hummed, they both cradled your head and Wanda let Agatha play with your hair. "We are your mommies. You don't remember us?"
You shook your head and raised your head a little, "I'm not sure where i am? All i remember is putting my mum to bed and everything just went blurry."
"That's not how we remember it, baby." Wanda cooed, "You were so helpless and so unsure of how to help yourself so we took the initiative to show you what you needed"
You titled your head and again, felt something heavy pull you down. You gulped and noticed that your belly was huge and swollen.
"H-How? W-What did you guys do to me?" You screamed, heavy water ran through your eyes and Wanda turned to Agatha.
"There's the cries you missed."
Agatha just laughed, watching you squirm but Agatha made sure you weren't going anywhere, infact, you couldn't even leave the house.
"We?" Wanda said. "It was all you baby. You were begging for me to put a baby in you, you were so adamant that you wanted me to breed you so I did want you wanted."
"I-I never asked for this..." You sighed, you were to exhausted to understand what you wanted. "Or maybe I did? I always wanted to be a mother."
"There you go, you silly girl." Agatha giggled. "You were begging for Mummy Wanda to fuck you."
You nodded, "I did, didn't I?"
Wanda leaned down to kiss you, "You did and now you are pregant with our children and you will be pregnant again soon, until your body gives in."
You weren't completely sure what Wanda was saying, your mind was circling with broken timelines and all you could see was two women gawking at you.
You were about to ask something but Agatha already placed your head near her chest, and Wanda made herself towards the end of the bed.
"I know exactly what you need..." Agatha whispered and watched you latch onto her tit. Your lips bit down hard causing Agatha to whimper. You were desperate for it, it was all your craved the moment you woke up, the warmest of her milk flooded your throat, and you chugged it down.
"Easy, baby." Agatha laughed but you weren't having it.
Both witches looked at each other and winked. They got exactly what they wanted and you fell right into their trap.
Summary: The long-awaited moment arrives as Wanda goes into labor, sending Y/N into a breathless, frantic race back to the palace.
Word Counter: 7,318
Warnings: Fluff, labor/child birth, anxiety and emotional distress, G!P reader.
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Previously…
The knight sat up straighter.
“Her Majesty is in labor.”
For one terrible second, the world stopped.
Then everything happened at once. Y/N wheeled Philip around so fast the stallion barely had time to react.
“Y/N—”
Ser Barnes didn't even get to finish.
“Go Philip!” The single word cracked like thunder. Philip surged forward. Y/N dug in their heels. The stallion exploded into motion. The road vanished beneath them. Wind tore at their clothes. Branches blurred past.
All Y/N could hear was the thunder of hooves and the frantic pounding of their own heart.
Wanda. Wait for me my love. Please.
Just let me get there.
Philip ran faster. And Y/N didn't look back.
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Few Hours Ago
Wanda's POV
The day had started completely normally.
Y/N had kissed her goodbye after breakfast. Twice. Then a third time because apparently the first two hadn't been sufficient.
After that, they'd spent several minutes reminding everyone within hearing distance to send for them immediately if Wanda needed anything. Then they'd reluctantly left with Barnes.
Wanda had laughed.
Y/N had not.
For the first couple of hours, everything felt ordinary. She spent the morning in her study, reading reports, answering correspondence, and listening to Lina enthusiastically explain why the baby would obviously like rabbits more than horses.
Normal. Completely normal.
Then she felt a small discomfort. A tightening low in her abdomen. Not painful just... different. Wanda paused, waiting. The sensation passed and she continued reading.
About an hour later, it happened again.
This time stronger. Enough to make her stop speaking halfway through a sentence.
Lily immediately noticed. "Your Majesty?"
Wanda offered a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."
And she meant it. Probably.
The healers had warned her this could happen. Her body was preparing. Nothing unusual. Then another came.
And another.
And another.
Each one stronger than the last.
By the time the healers arrived, Wanda was no longer in her study. She had been helped back to her chambers and was trying very hard not to panic.
A sharp pain rolled through her body. Wanda gasped, her hand immediately gripping the blankets beneath her.
"Easy," one of the healers said gently. "Easy, Your Majesty."
Easy. Right.
She would remember that the next time her body felt determined to split itself apart.
The pain eased just enough to leave her breathless, sweating, and frustrated. Natasha stood nearby, trying very hard to look calm which she was failing. Mostly because every few minutes Wanda asked the same question.
"Where's Y/N?"
Natasha's expression softened. "They're coming."
Another contraction hit. Harder this time. Wanda cried out despite herself. The healer immediately moved closer, murmuring instructions while checking both her and the baby, but Wanda barely heard any of it.
All she could think about was Y/N.
Where were they?
How far away?
Had someone reached them yet?
Gods...
She needed them.
Another wave of pain crashed through her.
Wanda moaned, one hand instinctively moving to her stomach. The baby shifted as though completely unaware of the chaos they were causing.
Natasha was beside the bed in an instant, taking Wanda's hand.
"You're doing fine."
Wanda let out a weak laugh. "You're a terrible liar."
Natasha snorted. “Sorry.”
Another contraction surged through her. Wanda squeezed Natasha's hand hard enough to make most people complain but Natasha didn't even flinch.
"Where is Y/N?" Wanda asked again.
This time her voice sounded smaller, more vulnerable.
One of the healers glanced toward Natasha.
"They left less than three hours ago," Natasha answered immediately.
Wanda closed her eyes.
Trying to calculate.
Trying not to cry.
Trying not to panic.
The pain returned.
And with it came fear. Not fear of the baby. Not even fear of childbirth. She was afraid Y/N wouldn't make it back in time.
She knew how much this moment meant to them. How terrified they'd been for months. How often she'd found them awake in the middle of the night, one hand resting protectively over her stomach. How many times they'd hidden that fear behind a smile.
Gods...
If Y/N missed this...
Wanda didn't know who would take it harder. Them or her.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Natasha noticed immediately.
"Hey."
Wanda shook her head before finally whispering the truth.
"I want my spouse.”
For just a moment, Natasha's expression cracked. Then she tightened her grip on Wanda's hand. "They're coming."
Another contraction tore through her.
Wanda cried out.
And somewhere beyond the palace walls, she silently begged Y/N to hurry.
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Y/N's POV
The moment the palace came into view, Y/N urged Philip faster.
The horse thundered through the gates, past startled guards, past servants rushing aside, past anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in the way.
The second Philip stopped in the courtyard, Y/N jumped down. They nearly hit the ground and was already running.
"Your Majesty—"
"Y/N!"
Barnes' voice came from somewhere behind them. They ignored all.
Y/N ran through corridors, up staircases, past servants flattening themselves against the walls to avoid being knocked over. Every heartbeat felt too slow. Every second felt stolen.
Please. Please. Please.
When they reached their wing, they nearly collided with two servants carrying stacks of fresh linens. The women gasped in surprise, and Y/N caught one gently by the shoulders.
"Where is Wanda?"
The servant's eyes widened. "Your chambers, Your Majesty."
Of course. Where else would she be?
Y/N was already moving before the woman finished speaking.
The doors to their chambers stood open. People hurried in and out carrying fresh water, clean linens, and supplies while healers moved with practiced urgency. Y/N's pulse roared in their ears as they headed straight for the doorway.
Then—
"My King."
One of the healers stepped directly into their path. Y/N barely stopped.
The healer bowed quickly. "You cannot enter."
For a second, Y/N simply stared, not understanding.
"What?"
"The Queen is in labor.”
"I am aware."
"It is not customary—"
Y/N's expression darkened instantly.
The healer faltered. "It is not customary for spouses to be present during the birth."
Silence. Even the servants nearby froze.
Y/N stared at him. Then let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
"You think I care about custom?"
The healer opened his mouth, but Y/N didn't let him speak.
"My wife is in there."
"My King, tradition—"
"I do not care!” The words came out sharp and certain. "My wife is giving birth to our child."
The healer blinked.
Y/N stepped closer.
"And you think I am going to stand outside because some noble centuries ago decided that was proper?"
"My King—"
"No." Their voice cracked slightly. Not from anger, but from fear. "I am going to be beside her."
The healer looked genuinely surprised, as though the possibility had never occurred to him.
Behind Y/N, Barnes finally caught up, breathing hard from the run. One look at Y/N's face, one look at the healer, and he wisely decided not to get involved.
Y/N glanced toward the doorway before looking back at the healer. "If you intend to stop me, I suggest you reconsider." The healer immediately stepped aside.
Smart man.
Y/N didn't waste another second. They pushed through the doorway.
The first thing they heard was Wanda crying out in pain. The sound hit them like a physical blow. Their heart stopped and the room felt too hot.
Too crowded.
Too bright.
Wanda was on their bed. She was sweating, breathing hard, one hand gripping Natasha's tightly while the other clutched the sheets beneath her.
And gods...
She looked exhausted.
Another contraction hit, making Wanda moan in pain, her eyes squeezing shut.
For one terrible moment, all Y/N could see was every nightmare they'd had these past months. Every fear. Every memory of their mother. Every image they'd tried so desperately to bury.
Then Wanda opened her eyes and saw them.
Y/N was moving before either of them spoke. Their jacket hit the floor first, followed by their sword belt and every weapon they carried. Everything was abandoned without a second thought.
Y/N didn't care. They only had eyes for Wanda.
Natasha stepped back immediately, surprised by the speed with which Y/N crossed the room, giving them space without a word. The healer at the foot of the bed looked equally startled. Perhaps because kings weren't supposed to do this. Perhaps because kings weren't supposed to throw their weapons aside and practically launch themselves toward their wives.
Y/N didn't notice. There was only Wanda.
By the time they reached the bed, their hands were already on her—cupping her face, brushing her hair back, holding her shoulders as if they needed to convince themselves she was really there.
"Wanda..."
Their voice cracked instantly.
Gods...She looked exhausted.
Another tear slipped down her cheek.
Y/N wiped it away at once before leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"I'm sorry."
Another kiss.
"I'm sorry."
Her temple.
"I'm sorry."
Her cheek.
"I should've been here."
Another kiss.
"I'm sorry."
Wanda let out a breathless laugh that dissolved into a pained gasp as another contraction began to build.
Y/N's panic returned immediately. "I'm here." They rested their forehead against hers. "I'm here now."
Wanda nodded weakly. One hand found the front of their shirt, gripping the fabric as though she'd been waiting for exactly this. For them.
Y/N kissed her again.
Not her lips.
Her forehead.
Her hairline.
Her cheek.
Everywhere.
Unable to stop. Unable to help themself. "I'm sorry I wasn't here."
"My love—"
"I'm sorry."
"Y/N."
Their eyes finally met hers.
Despite the pain, despite the labor, Wanda lifted a hand and gently cupped their cheek.
"You came."
The simple words hit harder than anything else. Y/N swallowed hard. They had been terrified the entire ride home. Terrified they'd arrive too late. Terrified history would somehow repeat itself.
Wanda saw it. Of course she did.
She always did.
Another contraction hit hard. Wanda gasped, her hand slipping from Y/N's face to fist in the front of their shirt, pulling them impossibly close. A pained groan escaped her as she buried her face against their shoulder.
Y/N immediately wrapped an arm around her, holding her steady. Trying to hold her together. The healer moved closer to check her progress. A moment later, her eyes widened slightly.
"Your Majesty."
Wanda looked up. The healer smiled gently. "It's time."
The words seemed to freeze the room. The baby was coming.
Now.
The healer looked at Y/N. "My King, normally—"
"No."
The answer came without hesitation making the healer blink in confusion.
Y/N's arm tightened around Wanda. "I am not leaving."
"My King, spouses usually—"
"I do not care what spouses usually do."
Silence settled over the room.
Wanda's grip on their shirt tightened, fear flashing across her face.
Y/N turned to her immediately.
"I'm staying."
The promise was certain.
Wanda let out a shaky breath, relief washing over her features.
The healer watched them for another moment before giving a small, understanding smile.
"Very well."
Another contraction began building. The healer turned back to Wanda. "When the next one comes, Your Majesty... push."
Wanda nodded nervously.
Y/N climbed fully onto the bed beside her without a second thought, ignoring every rule surrounding kings and childbirth. They settled behind her, one arm around her shoulders while the other found her hand, holding her securely against their chest.
Wanda leaned into them instantly. Seeking comfort and strength.
Y/N kissed the side of her head. "You've got this."
Wanda laughed weakly. "Easy for you to say."
“Sorry.” Y/N kiss her temple. "You're still the strongest person I know."
She rolled her eyes, then grabbed them even tighter as another wave of pain crashed through her.
"Oh gods..."
Her arm wrapped around the back of Y/N's neck as she buried her face there, groaning through the contraction.
Y/N felt her trembling. Felt how hard she was fighting. Their heart nearly broke.
"Look at me."
Wanda managed to lift her eyes.
Y/N brushed damp strands of hair from her face until their foreheads rested together.
"I'm right here."
Another breath. Another contraction. Another push.
Wanda cried out.
Y/N held her tighter, whispering encouragements against her hair, her temple, her forehead—whatever came to mind. Whatever helped.
Time blurred. Minutes stretched. The room faded away. There was only Wanda.
Between contractions, Wanda rested against their shoulder, exhausted but determined. Y/N pressed a kiss into her hair and whispered,
"I love you."
Wanda closed her eyes. A tear slipped down her cheek.
"I love you too."
But the moment didn’t last long as another contraction hit. Wanda's whole body tensed. A sharp cry escaped her as her fingers dug into Y/N's hand and her other arm tightened around their neck.
Y/N kissed her temple. "That's it."
Wanda shook her head, breathing hard. "It hurts." The words came out broken. Exhausted.
Y/N's heart ached. "I know." Another kiss. "I know, my love."
The healer stayed calm. "Push, Your Majesty."
Wanda groaned and pushed.
Y/N felt every tremble. Every ounce of effort.
Gods...She was incredible.
When it passed, Wanda slumped against their chest, drenched in sweat. Y/N brushed the damp hair from her face and cupped her cheek.
"You're doing so well."
"I think you're biased," Wanda managed weakly.
"Very."
A faint smile crossed her lips before the next contraction stole it away. She buried her face against Y/N's shoulder as the pain came harder, closer together.
The healer guided her. Natasha watched in silent awe.
Y/N never let go. Not once. Every cry, every push, every frightened glance, they were there.
“I’m here." They reminded her again and again. "I'm here."
And every time, Wanda hugged them tighter.
---
Time blurred.
Minutes.
Hours.
The world became nothing but breathing, pushing, Y/N's hand in hers, and their voice in her ear. Then the healer smiled.
"One more, Your Majesty."
The strongest contraction yet crashed through Wanda. She cried out, pushed with everything she had, and clung to Y/N. Until—
A cry.
Tiny, and sharp. For one impossible second, the room fell still.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Then it came again.
Louder.
Wanda's eyes filled with tears. A sob escaped her. Something inside Y/N gave way. Not from fear. Not from grief. From overwhelming relief.
The healer laughed softly—a beautiful sound—before looking up, her eyes shining. "Congratulations, Your Majesties." A smile spread across her face. "It's a girl."
For a moment, neither Wanda nor Y/N spoke.
A girl.
They had a daughter.
The healer carefully wrapped the tiny baby in a soft blanket. The little girl immediately protested the entire process with another loud cry, which somehow only made Wanda cry harder. And Y/N too.
The healer approached the bed, naturally heading toward Y/N first. The king. The father. But Y/N immediately shook their head. "Her first."
Their voice broke.
The healer paused in surprise before smiling softly and placing the baby into Wanda's arms.
The second the tiny bundle settled against her chest, Wanda let out a sob—not from pain, not from exhaustion, but from love. Instant. Overwhelming. Complete.
"Oh..."
The word was barely more than a breath.
Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as their daughter's tiny face peeked out from the blanket. Small. Red. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Y/N carefully wrapped one arm around Wanda's waist while the other slipped beneath the arm cradling the baby, supporting them both. Protecting them both. They leaned over Wanda's shoulder, took one look at their daughter, and immediately started crying again.
Gods. She was so small. So impossibly small.
Their daughter let out another tiny cry before slowly settling, instinctively curling against Wanda's warmth. The crying faded. Her tiny body relaxed.
Safe.
Wanda laughed through her tears. "Hi, sweetheart."
The baby made a tiny sound, and Y/N completely melted.
"Hello." Their voice cracked so badly they barely recognized it.
The baby opened her eyes for only a moment, too young to focus on anything, yet Y/N felt their entire heart stop anyway.
"Oh, gods."
One tear became another, then another. They couldn't stop crying. They didn't want to.
"She's beautiful."
Wanda nodded immediately. "She is."
Y/N gently touched one tiny hand. Their daughter instantly wrapped her fingers around one of theirs. Just a reflex. Nothing more.
Yet Y/N nearly broke.
A choked laugh escaped them, followed by another sob, and suddenly they were crying into Wanda's shoulder again.
The king of Virelia, reduced to tears by a hand no larger than their thumb.
Wanda kissed their temple lovingly, understanding completely because she felt exactly the same. When their daughter let out the tiniest yawn imaginable, both parents stared at her as though she'd performed a miracle.
Which, honestly, she had.
Several minutes passed like that, the rest of the room fading away. The healers. Natasha. Everyone else. Nothing mattered anymore.
Only this.
Only them.
Their family.
Eventually, Y/N brushed away another tear and looked from Wanda to the baby, then back again.
"What should we call her?"
Wanda smiled softly. "You're the king."
Y/N let out a quiet snort. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It means you should choose."
"No."
Wanda laughed weakly. "Y/N."
"It doesn't matter."
And it truly didn't. Not compared to this. Not compared to her.
"You choose."
Wanda studied them for a long moment—the tears still shining in their eyes, the way they couldn't stop looking at their daughter, the way they held both of them as though they might disappear if they let go. Then she smiled, full of love and quiet understanding.
She leaned forward and kissed them, slow and tender. Y/N kissed her back without hesitation.
When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against theirs and whispered,
"Then her name is Eleonora."
Everything stopped.
Y/N froze.
The room fell silent.
Even their breathing seemed to pause.
Eleonora.
For a long moment, they couldn't speak. Couldn't think. Their eyes filled again, harder this time, because suddenly they could see their mother. The gardens, letters, the diary, the portrait.
The woman who had loved them fiercely until her final breath.
And now...
Their daughter.
Alive. Safe and loved.
Y/N looked down at little Eleonora sleeping peacefully in Wanda's arms, then back at Wanda, and completely failed to hold back the tears.
"Wanda..."
Their voice broke.
Wanda reached up and gently cupped their cheek, smiling through her own tears. Y/N rested their forehead against hers, one hand carefully settling over their daughter's tiny back.
For the first time in their life, when they thought of Eleonora...
It didn't hurt.
Not completely.
Because a part of her lived on.
Not reborn.
Not replaced.
But remembered.
Loved.
And carried forward.
In the tiny little girl sleeping safely in their wife’s arms.
---
Few Days Later
A few days later...
The sound of crying pulled Y/N from sleep.
A tiny cry. Small, indignant and very familiar.
Y/N groaned immediately, burying their face deeper into Wanda's neck as the baby continued protesting from the crib beside their bed, apparently convinced the entire kingdom needed to be awake.
Right now.
Wanda let out a sleepy laugh, one hand finding Y/N's hair.
"Sorry."
Y/N pressed a kiss against her neck. "You didn't do anything."
Another cry echoed through the room.
Wanda sighed. "I'll get her."
"No."
Y/N tightened their arm around her for a brief moment before kissing her jaw. "I've got her."
"My love—"
"I've got her."
Wanda smiled softly. There was no arguing once Y/N used that tone.
The king reluctantly pushed themself upright, looking about as exhausted as anyone expected from a parent who hadn't slept properly in days.
And yet...
There was still a smile on their face.
They crossed the short distance to the crib. Little Eleonora's tiny fists waved helplessly as she cried, her little face scrunched with all the seriousness only a newborn could manage.
Y/N leaned over the crib and instantly melted.
Gods. They would never get used to this.
"Hey, little one."
Their voice was barely above a whisper.
They carefully checked her blanket, then her diaper.
Dry and clean.
Y/N frowned thoughtfully before looking back down at her.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
Eleonora answered with another tiny cry.
Y/N smiled despite themself and carefully lifted her into their arms.
Almost immediately, the crying softened. The tiny bundle settled against their chest, her little body relaxing against their warmth, and Y/N felt their heart tighten with the same overwhelming love it always did every single time.
They gently rubbed a hand over her tiny back before turning toward the bed.
Wanda was already watching them.
The expression on her face nearly stole Y/N's breath.
Pure love and adoration for both of them.
She had pushed herself upright against the headboard, gathering the blanket around herself as she quietly held out her arms, ready to feed their daughter.
Y/N smiled immediately. The kind reserved only for family. Only for them.
“Where’s my baby?” Wanda held out her arms. Eleonora immediately turned toward the sound of her mother's voice.
Y/N's smile deepened. "Someone's hungry."
Eleonora answered with another tiny, impatient sound.
Y/N smiled as they carefully placed their daughter into Wanda's waiting arms. The moment Eleonora settled against her mother, her tiny body relaxed, already recognizing Wanda's warmth, her scent, her heartbeat.
Home.
Wanda opened her chemise and gently guided Eleonora closer. Within moments, their daughter latched, and the little cries faded into quiet contentment.
Peace returned.
For now.
Y/N watched with the same quiet wonder they felt every time. They settled beside Wanda on the bed, one arm resting behind her shoulders, unable to look away.
Watching Eleonora's tiny hand curl instinctively against Wanda.
Watching Wanda's expression soften with every passing second.
Watching the quiet, effortless love between mother and daughter.
After a moment, Wanda glanced over and found Y/N staring.
Again.
A small smile tugged at her lips.
"What?"
Y/N shook their head, still smiling. "Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I know."
Wanda's smile only grew.
Y/N looked back down at Eleonora, their eyes impossibly gentle.
"I just..."
Their voice trailed off.
There were no words for this. No words for waking beside Wanda. For hearing their daughter's cries in the early morning. For carrying her across the room. For watching the two people they loved most in the world together in the soft morning light.
Y/N reached beneath the blanket and gently brushed a finger over Eleonora's tiny foot.
She answered with the smallest little kick.
A smile spread across Y/N's face.
"Hi, little one."
For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply sat together, the room filled only with Eleonora's quiet nursing sounds and the distant murmur of the palace beginning another day.
Y/N rested their head lightly against Wanda's shoulder.
Tired but happy.
The feeling still felt unfamiliar.
But with each passing day, it felt a little more like home.
After a few quiet minutes, Wanda felt Y/N press a gentle kiss against her shoulder.
Then another.
Then they pressed another gentle kiss to Eleonora's head. But the baby barely reacted. Far too content with breakfast.
Y/N smiled.
"So this is more important than me now?"
Eleonora remained happily nestled against Wanda, completely absorbed in nursing.
A quiet laugh escaped Wanda, warm enough to fill the room.
Y/N looked over at her and found themself smiling too.
That sound...It had become one of their favorite things in the world.
A moment later, Eleonora's tiny hand opened and closed against Wanda's chest. The movement immediately caught Y/N's attention. Their expression softened as they slowly offered a finger.
Without even looking, the baby's tiny hand wrapped around it. A simple instinct nothing more, And yet Y/N loved when she did that.
Wanda watched the smile bloom across their face, the love that seemed too big to contain. Wanda rested her head against their shoulder, watching them watch Nora.
"You adore her."
Y/N smiled without taking their eyes off their daughter.
"I really do."
The quiet certainty in their voice made Wanda's chest tighten.
Y/N had always loved with everything they had.
And now that boundless love belonged to a tiny little girl who didn't even realize she already held her parents' hearts in her little hand.
Y/N gently brushed a fingertip over Eleonora's soft cheek. Her tiny nose scrunched almost immediately, a sleepy little frown crossing her face.
They both smiled before their eyes met again. And at the exact same moment—"She looks like you."
The words left them together.
For a heartbeat, they simply stared at one another. Then they laughed quietly.
Eleonora stirred at the sound before settling again against Wanda.
Y/N looked from their daughter to Wanda, then back again. That familiar tenderness returned to their eyes—the same quiet gentleness Wanda had fallen in love with long before either of them had understood what it meant.
Leaning forward, Y/N pressed another gentle kiss to Eleonora's forehead, and another kiss to Wanda's temple. Before wrapping an arm around both of them, holding them close.
For a while, the room remained peaceful.
Eleonora continued nursing with the quiet determination only a newborn could have, while Y/N and Wanda simply watched her, neither of them quite able to believe she was real.
Eventually, the little girl began to slow. The eager rhythm became gentler, sleepier, until it stopped altogether. A tiny, milk-drunk sigh escaped her.
The baby answered with the tiniest yawn, impossibly big for someone so small.
Wanda carefully adjusted her chemise before looking at Y/N.
"Your turn."
Y/N was already holding out their arms.
The transfer was smooth. The moment Eleonora settled against their chest, Y/N instinctively adjusted her, one hand supporting her tiny body while the other gently rubbed slow circles across her back.
Wanda watched quietly.
Gods. They looked so natural. So gentle.
Y/N began pacing slowly beside the bed, tiny pats against Eleonora's back accompanied by soft murmurs only she was ever meant to hear.
"There you go, little one."
"That's it."
"I'm right here."
A moment later, Eleonora let out a tiny burp.
Y/N paused, then looked down at her with a smile.
"There you are."
Eleonora gave a sleepy little sigh and settled even closer against their chest.
Y/N couldn't help smiling as they gently kissed the top of her head before continuing to rub her back.
Just then, three polite knocks sounded at the chamber door.
Then Lily's voice.
"Your Majesties?"
Wanda smiled immediately.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Lily stepped inside. One look at the room made her expression soften. The king standing barefoot beside the bed, cradling a sleepy baby. The queen looking happier than Lily had ever seen her.
Morning sunlight spilling across the room. The crib beside the bed. A home already overflowing with quiet love.
"I didn't wish to interrupt."
"You didn't," Wanda assured her.
Lily inclined her head.
"May I bring breakfast now?"
At the mention of breakfast, Y/N blinked, only then remembering they hadn't eaten.
Wanda noticed at once, a fond smile touching her lips.
"You've been holding her so closely, I don't think you've thought about anything else."
Y/N glanced down at Eleonora, sleeping peacefully against their chest, and smiled.
"I suppose not."
Lily's own smile warmed. "I'll bring everything right away."
She quietly excused herself, leaving the door slightly open as servants began preparing breakfast outside.
Y/N looked down at their daughter. Then at Wanda.
For one last quiet moment, before breakfast arrived and before the responsibilities of a kingdom returned, Y/N simply stood there holding their daughter while Wanda watched them.
Neither of them spoke. Neither needed to.
Some mornings deserved nothing more than silence, love, and the quiet certainty that they were exactly where they were meant to be.
---
Wanda's POV
Later that morning, after Y/N reluctantly returned to their royal duties, the chambers felt strangely quiet.
The room still carried the faint scent of breakfast. Eleonora slept peacefully in the crib beside the bed, and Wanda was grateful for that.
Because gods, everything hurt. Not unbearably, but it did.
The healers had reassured her countless times that she was recovering well, but she was still sore, still tired, and every movement reminded her she'd given birth only a few days ago.
Y/N had spent the entire morning reminding her to rest. Repeatedly.
As though she intended to climb onto a horse and ride across the kingdom.
"Stay in bed."
"I know."
"Actually rest."
"I know."
"No walking around the palace."
"My love—"
"No stairs."
Wanda had laughed until her sides ached. Y/N had answered by kissing her forehead, then their daughter’s, before pressing one last kiss to Wanda's lips and leaving for their meetings looking thoroughly reluctant.
Wanda smile with the memory when someone knock at the door.
Lina.
The chamber door opened just enough for her to slip inside before she quietly closed it behind her.
“Wanda…”
Wanda looked up from the book resting in her lap.
Lina stood in the doorway, already dressed for her lessons, her hair neatly braided and several books tucked beneath one arm. She was clearly trying to be quiet.
Trying.
"Good morning." Wanda smile.
Lina's face immediately brightened.
"Good morning!"
She caught herself almost instantly, lowering her voice as her eyes darted toward the crib.
Wanda smiled.
"Shouldn't you be heading to your lessons?"
"Yes."
A pause.
"I am."
Another pause.
"I just wanted to see Nora first."
Wanda laughed softly.
There it was. The real reason.
Lina hurried to the crib and immediately peeked inside. Her eyes widened with the same wonder she wore every morning.
"She's still tiny."
Wanda smiled. "She is."
"Very tiny."
After another long look at her sleeping niece, Lina turned back toward Wanda.
"How are you feeling?"
The question caught Wanda by surprise. It sounded exactly like something Y/N would ask.
She smiled. "I'm okay."
Lina narrowed her eyes just like Y/N. "Really?"
"Really."
Satisfied—mostly—Lina carefully climbed onto the edge of the bed beside her, making sure not to jostle Wanda. She leaned gently against her side, careful of all the places Y/N had already warned everyone to avoid.
Her gaze drifted back to the crib.
"She's so cute."
"She is."
A quiet smile spread across Lina's face.
“Y/N always look at her like she is the most precious thing in the world."
"Because she is and so are you.” Wanda caress Lina’s hair.
She slipped an arm gently around Lina's shoulders.
"You're very precious too little one.”
Lina smiled shyly before resting her head against Wanda's shoulder, the two of them watching Eleonora sleep.
The room was quiet again but peaceful.
After a while, Lina spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Thank you."
Wanda blinked.
"For what?"
Lina looked at Eleonora before meeting Wanda's eyes.
"For staying after giving birth to Nora.”
The words settled deep in Wanda's heart. She knew exactly where they came from. The fear Lina still carried of losing someone she loved.
Wanda reached over and gently brushed a few loose strands of hair behind Lina's ear.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Lina smiled. Then she carefully wrapped her arms around Wanda in a gentle hug.
The kind only a child who felt completely safe could give.
Wanda hugged her back.
For a moment, her thoughts drifted to her mother-in-law. To the woman who would have loved this. Who would have adored her granddaughter. Who would have been endlessly proud of the family her children had built.
A tiny squeak suddenly came from the crib.
Both Wanda and Lina turned at once.
Eleonora stretched, made another sleepy little sound, then settled right back to sleep.
Lina smiled so brightly it made Wanda smile too.
And just like that, the morning carried on—with a queen recovering in bed, an older sister already hopelessly devoted to her niece, and a tiny newborn who had quietly become the heart of the palace.
---
A Month Later
A month passed. And somehow...
It had been both the longest month of Wanda's life and the shortest.
The days blurred together. Feeding Nora. Sleeping whenever Nora allowed it. Discovering that someone so tiny could somehow create mountains of laundry. Learning that every unfamiliar sound could send both parents rushing to the crib.
And realizing Y/N was completely, hopelessly in love with their daughter.
Not that Wanda was any better.
The first week had been pure chaos.
The second, slightly less so.
By the third, they had begun to recognize Nora's different cries.
Hungry. Sleepy. Upset. Wanting to be held.
And one particular cry that Y/N swore was reserved exclusively for summoning them from anywhere in the palace.
Somehow...
It always worked.
The entire palace had fallen in love with Nora.
Lina most of all.
She visited every day—sometimes twice, sometimes three times—always with a reason. She wanted to read Nora a story, show her a flower, share a drawing, or tell her all about her lessons.
Nora understood none of it. But Lina never seemed to mind.
Even Natasha had quietly surrendered.
Though she'd deny it until the end of time.
Wanda had once found her cradling Nora while calmly explaining military strategy to a baby barely a week old. Natasha insisted it was never too early to learn.
Wanda and Y/N had laughed all afternoon.
And Y/N...
Gods. They had become impossible.
In the sweetest way.
Every morning began by checking that Nora was breathing. Every night ended the same way.
Sometimes Wanda woke to find Y/N standing beside the crib, simply watching their daughter sleep. Not out of fear. Just wonder. As though they still couldn't quite believe she was real.
The fear that had followed them throughout the pregnancy had faded. Not completely. Wanda wasn't sure it ever truly would.
But now, whenever Y/N looked at Nora, there was far more wonder than worry. Far more love than fear.
And Nora was changing. Growing a little heavier each week. Staying awake a little longer. Watching the world with growing curiosity. More and more often, Wanda caught Nora following Y/N with her eyes whenever they crossed the room.
Every single time, Y/N looked completely captivated.
Life had settled into something beautiful. Something ordinary. The kind of ordinary Wanda had once believed she'd never have.
A spouse she adored. A daughter. A family. A home.
Which was why today's excitement felt different.
Today wasn't about councils. Or reports. Or royal duties.
Today was about family.
She hadn't seen her parents in months. Not since before Nora's birth.
They had exchanged countless letters, of course. Her mother always demanded updates, while her father insisted he wasn't worried before quietly filling the bottom of every letter with questions.
How is Wanda? How is the baby? Has she smiled yet? Is she sleeping well? Is Y/N helping her?
That last question appeared far more often than the others.
Now they were finally here. Coming to meet their granddaughter. And Wanda could hardly contain her excitement.
By the time the royal carriage rolled through the palace gates, both she and Y/N were already waiting outside. The weather was pleasant, guards stood at attention, and servants moved quietly around the courtyard.
Inside the palace, Lily was watching over Nora. Who, for once…was asleep.
The carriage came to a stop, the Sokovian crest gleaming across its doors. Beside her, Y/N gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling her growing excitement without a word.
A servant stepped forward and opened the door. Before anyone could announce their arrival—Wanda's mother had already stepped down.
She looked every bit the queen. Elegant and regal.
Until her eyes found Wanda.
In an instant, the queen disappeared. Leaving only a mother. "Wanda."
Wanda laughed softly and hurried forward, wrapping her arms around her. Months apart vanished the moment they embraced.
When they finally pulled back, her mother cupped her face with both hands, carefully looking her over.
"You look well."
"So do you."
"You look tired."
“I have a baby now.”
That made her mother laugh.
Behind them, Wanda's father stepped down from the carriage with all the dignity expected of a king. For exactly three seconds.
The moment he saw Wanda, he opened his arms. Wanda laughed again and stepped into another warm embrace. For a little while…she wasn't Queen of Virelia.
She was simply a daughter.
Eventually, King Erik turned toward Y/N. Unlike Wanda and Queen Natalya, he didn't step forward immediately.
There was still a quiet formality between them. Respect. But not yet the easy familiarity Y/N shared with his wife.
"King Y/N."
Erik extended his hand. Y/N smiled and accepted it.
"King Erik."
The handshake was firm. Respectful. The kind exchanged between two rulers.
"It's good to have you here."
“Thank you. It’s good to be here."
Erik's gaze briefly shifted to Wanda, silently confirming that she looked healthy and happy. Only then did he look back at Y/N. "You seem well."
Y/N glanced toward Wanda, a gentle smile appearing without thought. "I am."
The simple answer seemed to satisfy him. At least a little. Before either man could say another word, Queen Natalya stepped forward. And completely ignored protocol.
"Oh, enough of that."
Neither king had time to react before she wrapped Y/N in a warm embrace.
Y/N laughed immediately. The formal atmosphere disappeared at once.
“Queen Natalya."
"Y/N."
She held them for a moment before pulling back to look them over, just as she'd done with Wanda.
"You look exhausted."
Y/N laughed softly. "I suppose I do."
"You do."
"I have a one-month-old daughter."
Natalya regarded them with perfect seriousness. "And?"
Y/N could only laugh again.
Beside them, Wanda shook her head, smiling fondly. Nothing had changed.
Natalya reached up and brushed a loose lock of Y/N's hair back into place. An instinctively maternal gesture. One she didn't even seem to realize she'd made.
Y/N simply smiled. Not embarrassed. Just... quietly fond.
The look didn't escape Wanda. Because after their mother, Y/N had never really known adults who fussed over them like this. And her mother either didn't realize what those small gestures meant to them...Or she knew exactly what she was doing.
With her mother, it was impossible to tell.
Wanda smiled to herself before looking around. "Where's Pietro?"
Erik answered with a sigh. "Someone had to remain in Sokovia."
Wanda raised an eyebrow. "You left Pietro in charge?"
"I ordered him to stay."
Natalya laughed. "He complained."
"A great deal," Erik added.
"He insisted we were depriving him of his right to meet his niece first."
"He also informed us several times that he would make an excellent uncle," Natalya said with a fond shake of her head. "Then he complained some more."
"But," Erik finished, "he stayed."
Wanda smiled. "That sounds like Pietro."
Y/N chuckled.
Erik looked between them before lifting a hand. "Enough talking.” His voice carried all the patience of a grandfather who had waited an entire month. "I've answered enough questions."
He looked directly at Wanda. "Where is my granddaughter?"
Both Wanda and Y/N laughed.
"I thought you'd at least wait until we were inside," Wanda teased.
"I've waited a month."
"A very long month," Natalya agreed.
Y/N smiled.
"Why don't we go inside first?"
They gestured toward the palace entrance, guiding everyone through the grand doors while servants quietly carried the royal family's luggage toward the guest wing.
As they walked through the halls, Natalya brightened. "Oh! I almost forgot."
She looked between Wanda and Y/N.
"I brought gifts for everyone."
Wanda laughed.
"Mother, you didn't have to."
"Of course I did."
"For us too?"
"For everyone," Natalya repeated matter-of-factly. "My granddaughter deserves gifts, my daughter deserves gifts, my son-in-law deserves gifts, Lina deserves gifts..."
She looked at Erik.
"You'll all see them later."
By the time they reached one of the palace sitting rooms, tea had already been prepared. Fresh pastries, cakes, fruit, and warm bread covered the table, waiting for them.
Everyone settled into their seats, conversation beginning almost immediately.
Then, a soft knock sounded at the door.
"I'll get it," Wanda said, rising carefully.
She opened it to find Lily waiting outside, smiling gently. "My Queen."
In her arms rested a sleepy little bundle wrapped in a pale blanket.
Wanda's face immediately softened. "Thank you."
She carefully took Nora into her arms before turning back toward the room.
The moment Queen Natalya saw the tiny baby, she was on her feet. A delighted gasp escaped her lips.
"Oh..."
Wanda walked back toward her parents, Nora sleeping peacefully in her arms.
Erik rose from his chair beside Natalya. The moment Natalya and Erik caught sight of the tiny face peeking out from the blanket, both of them fell silent. "Oh..."
Natalya breathed the word more than she spoke it.
"So small."
"So beautiful."
She reached out hesitantly, as though afraid she might disturb her granddaughter, and gently caressed Nora's soft cheek with the back of her fingers. Tears immediately filled her eyes.
"She's beautiful."
Wanda's own smile grew softer. "I know."
Natalya looked up at her daughter, her expression overflowing with pride. Carefully, making sure not to jostle the sleeping baby between them, she leaned forward and wrapped Wanda in a gentle embrace. "You did so well." She kissed Wanda's temple. "You and Y/N both."
Wanda closed her eyes for a brief moment, returning the hug as best she could. "Thank you."
When they pulled apart, Wanda looked at her mother.
"Would you like to hold her?"
Natalya didn't hesitate. "Oh, yes."
Wanda carefully transferred Nora into her waiting arms.
The queen of Sokovia cradled her granddaughter as though she were the most precious treasure in the world, instinctively rocking her ever so slightly.
"Hello, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm your grandmother."
Nora slept peacefully through the introduction, nestled securely against Natalya's chest.
Erik stepped closer, his usual regal composure melting away. He gently brushed a hand over the baby's impossibly soft hair. "And I'm your grandfather." His voice was quieter than anyone had ever heard it.
"So we've finally met." Natalya smiled without taking her eyes off Nora. "I've been waiting for this for months."
"So have I," Erik admitted.
Wanda stood quietly, watching her parents with a smile she couldn't contain. A familiar warmth settled behind her as Y/N stepped beside her, slipping both arms gently around her waist. Wanda instinctively leaned back against them, resting comfortably within their embrace.
Together, they watched Natalya and Erik completely lose themselves in their granddaughter. Neither king nor queen remained. Only grandparents.
The quiet moment was interrupted by a gentle knock at the door.
Everyone looked up.
"Come in," Y/N called.
The door opened just enough for a small head to peek inside.
Lina.
The moment her eyes landed on the visitors, her face lit up.
"Queen Natalya!"
Natalya laughed warmly. "There you are."
Without hesitation, she carefully passed Nora into Erik's waiting arms before opening both arms toward the little girl.
Lina hurried across the room and wrapped herself around Natalya in a tight hug.
Natalya held her just as tightly. "Oh, I've missed you."
"I missed you too," Lina admitted, her voice muffled against the queen's shoulder.
Natalya pulled back just enough to look at her. "And how have you been?"
"I've been good."
Lina smiled brightly. "I really missed you."
"I missed you too, sweetheart." Natalya pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head before smoothing back a few stray strands of hair.
"Well," she said with a smile, "I brought gifts."
Lina's eyes grew wide. "You did?"
"Of course I did."
"For me too?"
"For everyone."
Lina beamed. "Thank you!"
"You're very welcome."
Across the room, Y/N watched the exchange in quiet silence. A soft smile settled on their face. Watching Lina laugh so easily. Watching Natalya fuss over her with the same effortless warmth she'd always shown. Watching the little family they had somehow built around themselves.
Tags: step mom Wanda, mean Wanda, mommy kink, nice Wanda but also you need to be punished, edging, spanking, pussy slapping, praise + degradation
You knew you shouldn’t have stayed out so late, especially after promising your stepmother you’d be home me 12. Now it was 1:30 am and you had melted into the couch at the party you were at. It didn’t matter that you stopped looking at your phone, all you cared about was the drink in your hand as your friend rolled another joint next to you.
Although you still felt a little bad about not responding to your stepmother who you knew would be worried. The more you thought about it the worse you felt until you eventually caved and checked your phone.
As you expected you had multiple missed calls and texts from your stepmother. You excused yourself and hobbled outside as best as you could, away from the music and party.
Wanda picked up on the first ring.
“Baby are you okay?! Where are you?? I’ve been worried sick about you!” You let her ramble on, trying to calm her down. “Wanda please, can you please just… come get me?” Trying to talk to your stepmother while very… not sober… was a struggle but you eventually sent her your location.
You moved your position outside to the front of the house and sitting on the curb. Letting your head sink into your arms you focused on sobering up. You had been so out of it that you didn’t even notice the car pull up next to you, only realizing someone was with you at all when you felt hands on you.
“Your outside?! God baby your freezing get in the car. I am so disappointed with you right now.” The words stung but not as much of the relief you felt as you got into Wanda’s warm car.
“Wanda…”
“Don’t you dare. Not right now. You said it would be a small get together and you’d be home by midnight. And- and what? Your at some house party letting who knows how many people ogle you?”
You groaned and leaned your head against the window, she managed to lecture you the entire way home. All the way inside, taking your shoes off, leading you to the bathroom, and having you sit on the toilet so she could wipe your face off.
Her hands felt so soft and she was so gentle, you pressed into every touch which Wanda hummed in response to. “God doll, don’t you know how much I worry?” Your guilt began to overflow and as if by magic your tears began to pore over. “I’m sorry mommy, I really am.”
She cupped your face and kissed your forehead, you never really called Wanda that unless she asked. “I know your sorry baby and I know you couldn’t help it. Your to dumb and little to know how to take care of yourself. But right now I need you to go to sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning.”
With that she led you to bed, peeling away your short dress and dressing you in yours pjs. When she finally had you tucked into bed you found yourself not wanting to be alone. Wanda was about to turn to leave until you stopped her. “Wa- mommy, can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?”
Wanda smiled and held your face, “of course baby, mommy will hold you. But this doesn’t mean we won’t talk about your action in the morning.”
And with that she climbed in next to you, pulling you against her extremely soft chest as sleep grabbed at you. In no time at all you had passed out in Wanda’s arms, hoping you could stay like that forever.
It wasn’t a huge shock when you woke up alone but the feeling still stung. You groaned as you felt a headache from last nights drinking form. And as if by magic Wanda had appeared in your doorframe holding a glass of water for you.
“How are feeling? I expect you aren’t feeling too well?” She sat with you on your bed and gave you the water. “Thanks wanda…” she sat with you the whole time and watched you drink. When you finished she took the glass back and you had a feeling she wasn’t done.
“You know I’m still disappointed about last night correct?” You nodded and looked away, still feeling guilty about the whole thing. “There’s the good girl I know. When your feeling better come down for breakfast alright? We can go over your punishment tonight.” She finished and with a kiss on your cheek she left your room.
That of course left you with the whole day to worry about what your punishment was.
Time went be pretty quick, your hungover eventually disappearing. Wanda had made sure you were drinking water the whole day and resting. Cooking dinner and cleaning up by herself even though she normally let you help.
When she took your plate from you she gave you a firm kiss o your forehead while tilting your chin to look at her. “Go to mommy’s bedroom alright? You can wait on her bed while she finishes up.” Her tone wasn’t angry but it reminded you of your stunt the night before and how she very much hadn’t forgotten. You could only nod and find your way to her room, and your spot on the bed.
This wasn’t the first time your stepmother had “fun” with you, as she put it, but the first time she had wanted to punish you like this.
She must have been rushing since it was no more than five minutes until you heard Wanda approaching. The door cracked and god, she looked beautiful. Her brunette hair cascaded down and framed her face as her green eyes stared at you. She sat and joined you on the bed, using her thumb and pointer finger to grab your chin.
“You disappointed me last night draga mea. I gave you permission to go out because I thought my good girl would follow her curfew. Worse than that you repeatedly ignored my calls and texts and you got drunk and god knows what.”
Her tone was steady and you looked down so you could play with your fingers. You really did feel terrible about it but Wanda didn’t seem in the mood for any excuse. “I’m really sorry, I- I promise. Please mommy I’m really sorry.” Wanda smiled and for a second you thought you could get off easy.
“I know you sorry baby, it’s not your fault that your to stupid to follow simple instructions. But since you’re being so obedient right now I’ll allow you to pick what punishment you get first.”
Her face did not match h the vulgarity of her words at all, that if you looked at her you could forget what your step mother was saying. Wanda crawled on top of you and pushed you onto your back, her lips finding your neck and kissing the exposed skin. Your fingers tangled in her hair, “Wanda…”
“You can choose between being edged or spanked first. But you will quickly lose my kindness if you slip up again.” You added a quick sorry mommy at the realization of your mistake.
The thought of either made your stomach churn, it didn’t help that Wanda continued her assault on your neck, clouding your judgement.
“I, um, can I be sparked first mommy?” You whimpered as she bit a particularly sensitive area on your neck. “Such a good girl for asking so nicely. Help mommy get those clothes off.”
You moved with her as she peeled your shirt and pants off. Your bra and panties following soon leaving you embarrassingly exposed compared to a still fully clothed Wanda. She moved you so that you laid on your stomach, placing a pillow underneath your hips and one by your head. “Comfy?” You nodded, still feeling very exposed.
“This is going to hurt a little, remember this is a punishment alright?” She didn’t give you a chance to respond before her hand came down hard on your backside.
Immediately you jolted and tried to get away, clawing at the pillow she had given you. Her hand soothed the sore skin. “Shhh baby just relax.” Another crack of her hand, this one making you audibly cry out.
The pain was beginning to blossom and sit as warmth on your skin. “Please mommy please I’m sorry I won’t do it-“ she cut you off with another spank, this one harder than the last two. Tears finally broke through and you hid your face in your pillow, taking quick ragged breaths.
“Good girl I know baby I know. You’re taking your punishment so good for mommy just a few more.”
You stopped counting by the sixth and eventually just openly cried and whimpered. She made sure to apply pressure after every hit which soothed it a little but your ass must have been all sorts of red by now. “To much… mommy please I can’t, I can’t mommy-“ another sob racked though your body as she sparked you again.
That must have been the last one because she immediately moved your body so you rested in her arms. She shushed you and wiped your tears away as you hurried your head into her neck. “Shh it’s alright, such a good girl for her mommy. It’s not your fault you misbehaved your just to stupid to know better. But mommy will make sure she never lets you out like that again.”
Her fingers found your surprisingly wet pussy and you wondered when you had gotten so soaked. Wanda’s long fingers took their time playing with your clit, the stimulation felt like electricity in your veins with how sensitive you were after your spanking.
You chased the pleasure though, hips following her hand making Wanda smirk. “Poor girl are you all needy for mommy?” You quickly nodded hand reaching for Wanda’s wrist to try and make her touch you. Your backside still burned but compared to Wanda’s clever fingers rubbing on your clit it was easy to forget about the pain.
Tears still poured from your eyes, not quite crying but still so overwhelmed that your body only knew how to cope with crying. “M-mommy please, I’m gonna-“ she didn’t respond but instead rubbed deeper, your hips ground into her and yet right before you could cum her fingers left.
You whined and tried to lift your hips to chase her but her hand pushed you back down. “It’s aright shh it’s alright baby. Let mommy play with your pretty pussy…”
Her fingers found you again, this time two of them circled your dripping hole before pushing inside. Your moan was sultry as her fingers curled perfectly inside, pushing and abusing against the spongey spot inside. “There we go my good girl, let mommy make you feel good.” You believed her entirely, much to sore and worked up to think anything else.
You were a fool to think she’d actually let you cum, her fingers pulling away once more right on the verge of your release. Her hand slapped your pussy, not hard enough to make you sob again but enough to make your body shake.
“M-mommy stop, wait-“ she didn’t listen or didn’t care, hand coming down again on your pussy. The sound of your wet pussy was covered with your cry’s as her hand came down another two times. “Whose pussy is this?” You didn’t hear her at first, trying to push her hand away so she couldn’t hit you.
It didn’t matter though since her hand came down again, cupping it when she was done. “I won’t ask again malysh, whose pussy is this?”
With the little strength you had left you answered, “y-yours mommy. Only you please.” The answer must have satisfied her because she didn’t move to strike you again. You let her adjust your bodies again, letting you lay flat on your back as she moved between your legs. “You took your punishment so well baby, now let mommy reward you.”
You cried out in pleasure as her lips immediately found your clit and sucked. Wanda’s hands grabbed your hips so you couldn’t move away as she alternated between sucking your clit and dipping her tongue inside you. It didn’t take long until you were on the verge of coming. Body shaking and trying to bring Wanda closer. “Please, please mommy. Please I’m gonna- I’m”
You couldn’t even finish your sentence as Wanda slid her fingers inside you once more. “Go one baby, cum on mommy’s fingers.” It was almost instant as you came, hard, on her. Wanda happily licking up all of your release. She didn’t stop until you started whining and saying it was too much.
“You did so good, it’s okay we’re done now.” She moved you into her arms and placed kisses all over your face. You felt so relaxed in her arms, not wanting to move. “Do you wanna lay with mommy or do you want to take a bath?”
You immediately opted for the first option, arms wrapping around your mommy’s waist so you could nuzzle into her chest. She cooed at the adorable act, pulling you closer. Making sure to whisper in your ear how good you did the entire time.
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Summary: A continuation of the night before, except this time, it's Wanda giving the pleasure.
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You shift to the side, Wanda’s hand slides down over your pants, palm gently cupping your mainly soft bulge, and trailing her nails around it. Your eyes lock onto her traveling hand with a quickening breath and a growing blush. “Wanda, you don’t have to-” you say, eyes not leaving her teasing hand. She huffs softly, and you don’t have to look up to know exactly what kind of smile she bears on her face, “Oh but I want to,” the woman drawls.
“Quite the anomaly you are, hm? Not often you find someone quite like this,” she pauses, “In fact, I’ve never seen somebody like you before. Not that I got much exposure to different kinds of people in Hydra.” As she speaks, her hand runs up your tight stomach and drags her nails down to your slowly growing bulge. You groan helplessly, not wanting to be desperate and rub into her hand, embarrassing yourself in front of you.
The brunette hums, shifting to rest her head on her hand, laying on her side, mirroring your desperate form. “I think it’s about time I get to have my way with you, wouldn’t you agree, detka?”
You breathe out heavily, gulping and nodding in response to her question, too entranced by her shifting hand to peel your eyes away. Wanda gets on her hands and knees, crawling over your body and using her hands to start pulling off your pants. She smiles cheekily, seeming as if she wants to say something to you but doesn’t, when you lift your hips to assist her. Once your pants are fully off, Wanda finally lets her gaze travel over your very well fitted boxers and the straining bulge concealed by the fabric. She coos softly, taking a breath before slowly reaching a hand out. When her hand makes contact with your member through the thin fabric, your eyes flutter shut momentarily as you shiver intensely.
Wanda coos again, fingers trailing along the length. Ideas of what she could do to you run through your mind while she gently touches you, now pushing you to breathe heavier and at full mast in her hands.
“W-wanda,” you whisper with a stutter, scared to speak too loudly and break the moment or startle the woman off. She hums again, not fully a response to you, but more of an acknowledgment that you said something at all. Somehow, her disregard only turns you on more.
She shifts again, now crawling upward and straddling your hips with her bare pussy pressed against your clothed member. Your hips buck into her unintentionally as you gasp in shock. Wanda bites her bottom lip with a smile, subtly starting to shift her hips and enjoying your heaving breaths and groans as she gets bolder and bolder. Before long, she’s outright humping you and moaning deliciously whenever her clit is rubbed in the right way. Meanwhile, you softly hold her thighs with mildly trembling hands and moan at her cunt rubbing over your length. “Wanda-” you moan her name, earning a moan from her in response as her clit is rubbed again. You’re so tempted to grab her hips and rub her faster and harder until you cum, or rip your boxers off and push her ankles over your shoulders while you pound into her, ultimately cumming inside of her. Instead, you train your hands to hold her thighs gently and let her go at her own pace. “I can hear your thoughts, you know,” she says with her heavy accent, causing you to groan at the somehow obscene sound- despite it just being her voice. She chuckles softly, “And I can feel your hands shaking-” one of her hands runs its nails down your stomach again, plucking at the waistband of your boxers. “-And how badly you want me.”
She characterizes her last words by a harsher roll of her hips that makes your breath hitch and a whiny moan come tumbling out. “Oh Wanda,” you start before finishing the thought, “Please.”
Her eyes widen at the pleading sound of your voice, hips faltering and muscles tensing. For a second, you worry that somehow you’ve scared her and she’ll go running to someone in the compound screaming about how much of a freak you are with your weird body. The thought leaves your mind just as quickly as it had entered because soon she has recovered and takes action. Wanda pulls you up to a leaned back position where you brace yourself on your elbows, and she kisses you hard and passionately. Quickly, Wanda starts rutting her hips against you as she moans into the kiss and you find it hard not to completely swoon for her in the moment. Your tongue pushes into her mouth gently as one of your hands grabs her hips and moves along with her.
The woman nods gently as you assist her, and she groans throatily at the feeling of your hard length rubbing against her while you do your best to shift your hips to aid in her pleasure. Both of your moans and groans mix together in a pleasurable symphony, Wanda’s face is contorted beauty. She bites her bottom lip every now and then, only released when she opens her mouth in an elongated ‘O’ shape while she gasps in pleasure. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she looks down at you passionately, occasionally getting so overwhelmed in the moment and kissing you sloppily. You don’t even have to think about what you must look like to know that you must be a hot mess at this point.
Something eager shoots from your pounding heart, pooling into your stomach and moving like lightening, shooting straight down into your covered region being graced by Wanda’s moving hips and you know what the feeling means. Before you can think about your actions, you grab her hips a little harder and make her grind down on your cock. Shoving your face in her neck, you mark her more and more, trying to hide the smile of knowing what’s to come. Though all too soon, you can tell she’s starting to get exhausted when you’re so close and you grab her waist. Wanda yelps as you flip her back onto the bed and shove your hips fully into hers. She breathes heavy, blushing face looking at you confusedly while you press against her, panting like a dog.
“Wanda,” you say, voice deep and raspy from over use. What you say is breathy and you swear you can feel Wanda get even more turned on the more you talk. “Can I use you,” you say, looking at her pathetically, waiting for her permission to get yourself off on her like this. Softly, she nods in shock and you immediately start back up. Her legs go over your shoulders and your sweaty, muscular body begins moving to grind yourself against her bare core.
Your hands land beside her head, you staring straight down at her as you get closer and closer to where you want to be. “Fuck,” she whispers to herself as she eyes you. Your tense abs, tight boxers smeared in her arousal, strong arms pinning her where she is, face contorted in bliss, and your begging, needy expression. Just the idea of you asking her permission to use her like this was enough to hook her on you, and seeing how submissive you truly are only turns her on more.
Quickly, your grunts and groans are turning into heavy breaths and small whines scattered throughout the music you’re creating for her. A shiver crawls up your back and you look away from her as a wave crashes heavily over you- your hips jerking and stalling. Swift on her feet, Wanda reaches for your face and brings you to look at her so she can watch you actively falling apart while she gently shifts her hips for you.
You pant wildly, eyes lidded and wandering all over her body, unsure where to remain. Wanda eyes you intensely as you catch your breath, and her hands pet your face softly. She smiles when you lean in, truly like the puppy she thought you would be. Head empty and focused completely on her and only her just like she’s wanted you to be since you first met.
“Come on baby, lay back down for me,” she whispers and you immediately follow the gentle command. She hopes to collar you one day if you’re into it.
Wanda slowly gets over you again, only to shuffle back a bit backwards on the bed and moves to take your boxers off with hungry eyes. Your eyes widen and a hand shoots out to stop her with a flash of fear on your red face. “Wanda, I know you already know but it’s different to actually see it,” you say with a shaking voice and a rapidly beating heart. Fear finds home in your stomach, effectively halting the moment as you voice so. “Are you sure?”
She sighs softly, looking you in the eye with a soft look on her face, almost as if she completely understood what you were feeling. Though she probably did, considering her powers.
With a small smile, she releases the waistband and strokes your thigh comfortably. “If you don’t want to do this, then we won’t do it, but just know that I don’t think that something is wrong with you or that your body is wrong. You could never scare me off, and especially not because you’re a little different than other people,” she pauses, before continuing intensely. “I want this,” she states. “I want you.”
A shaky sigh draws out of you, as if releasing all of the fear that had built up in your stomach, and you look at her with only a small amount of concern left in your body.
After a second you nod. “I want this- I want you. And I want you to see all of me. I want to know that you can look at me- all of me, and see something you like Wanda,” you nod again, “you can continue and I’ll be good for you.”
With the consent to continue, Wanda smiles softly before setting her hands back on the waistband and pulling your boxers down. Inch by inch, the fabric is pulled off, and you look away when you realize that your member is about to be seen by Wanda. With a blush, you feel your boxers being pulled down your thighs, and suddenly it stops.
Wanda’s breath hitches and you wait for the woman to say something, but when she doesn’t, you anxiously look at her face again. What you expect to see is disgust or regret. What greets you instead is lidded eyes, blown pupils, and a hungry gaze deadset on your throbbing cock. Swiftly, your boxers are pulled completely off and Wanda sets up in front of you while you lay back, propped up on your elbows. Her sultry eyes flicker to yours before returning to their target.
“May I touch you,” she whispers.
You gulp and reassure her, but what shocks you is that the brunette leans down and kisses the shaft softly while one of her hands wraps around the base. “Oh,” you moan in surprise and her eyes watch yours again. She watches you intensely as she kisses more and more until eventually, her tongue licks a long stripe from the base to the start of the tip. She ignores the tip completely as she takes her time with you and you groan at the pleasure.
“What do I do with you first,” she whispers to herself with a small smile on her lips. Your heart jumps at the sight of her. The fact that you’re being seen, and not only being perceived as beautiful, but still sexy enough to continue intercourse.
Languidly, she gently strokes your cock as she continues thinking, and a muffled groan escapes your lips, catching her attention. Sharp eyes light up in recognition and she smiles that perfect, toothy smile at you that tells you she’s realized something. She looks at you looking at her and moves her hand a little more firmly. Your head lolls back as you sigh dreamily at the feeling, and she squeezes lightly, prompting you to yelp and look back at her with your lip tucked between your teeth.
“Do you like it when I use you like this? Gently touching you while I’m doing my own thing?” She asks softly, already knowing the answer and simply wanting you to say it out loud.
You roll your eyes with a small upturn of your lips, facade quickly falling and a moan escaping you as she strokes you again, this time letting her thumb gently touch your tip. “Yes Wanda, yes I do,” you say breathily, accompanied by a small whine.
You’re a pathetic, blushing mess in her slender hands.
She hums in acknowledgement, “Then I bet you wouldn’t mind this, hm?” Wanda leans down to your member, gently kissing and sucking the sides of it while her thumb lightly plays with your swollen tip. Loudly you moan, fighting to keep your eyes open just to see how beautiful she is when she touches you like this. Quickly though, she gives up on teasing you, and moves to slowly take your entire cock in her mouth. You fight the urge to buck your hips as her warm, velvety mouth envelopes you slowly, watching as she hollows out her cheeks and takes you eagerly. Tears spring to your eyes at the feeling of it, the feeling of finally getting to be with Wanda, who you’d yearned for so desperately. Her head now bobs up and down slowly, sucking you and staring at you through her lashes while you gently caress her head. You lightly grab her hair as your hips jolt when her tongue swipes eagerly over your tip to taste your ever prominent pre cum. You grumble sweet praises her way as your head leans back and your eyes softly flutter shut finally.
Passionately, the brunette continues sucking your member, as her hand strokes whatever she can’t fit in her mouth and your climax approaches sooner than you can process. With a whimper, and a muffle of your mouth, you squirm and start trying to pull her off. “Wanda- Wanda I’m,” groans and heavy breaths continue to interrupt your stuttering and the woman continues her motions.
Soon enough, your muscles tense and with a bite on two of your fingers, yet another wave of pleasure washes over you. Wanda continues her ministrations while you ride it out sweetly, moaning to herself as you fill her mouth. Softly, eagerly, she looks at you as you reach the peak and her heart melts at the sight of so much enjoyment on your side. She thinks she would do this forever with you if she could, and she can’t wait for both of you to be marked up by the end of the night, letting everyone know just exactly who you are. And who she belongs to in subsequence.
Thinking about Wanda not even having to touch you to make you come undone for her.
She makes sure you’re intoxicated by her magic first thing in the morning. Her power overrides your brain before it begins to make sense of the world around you. Her chaos makes your body, softened by sleep, ever so pliable for her. Some mornings she'd creep into your dreams and play with your mind enough to ruin your panties before she even grazes your skin.
She'd rest her hand over your lower stomach, rubbing there as if stirring your arousal. Her touch alone would ignite a fire there. You’d whine for her, tell her how much you needed her. Your sleepy gasps and moans always got her so wet. She knew her best girl would beg to clean her up later.
She loved using her magic to get you all worked up for her. She never knew exactly what you felt, just that you withered beneath her, panting, whining, growing wetter by the second. Watching you squirm was enough.
Her fingers would twitch when she wanted the intensity to increase, when she wanted your hips to rock back into her, when she needed to watch your hips buck up all so she can force them down with a firm, glowing, palm.
In the end, her fist clenches above your skin and you hit your peak in her arms. Wanda watches you melt into the sheets and pillows beneath you, neck glistening from the heat of the moment, and eyes glazed over from the satisfaction. She wouldn't let you rest for long, not when she needed breakfast. Only she knew how delicious you were after a night of sleep.
Summary: you jack off your boyfriend infront of Wanda.
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You sit at the table in your mothers cozy dining room. Your beloved boyfriend sitting right next to you. And of course wanda sitting in front of you. Your mother chatting to wanda but that doesn't stop the glances she makes at you. Shes been acting like this ever since she moved to the neighborhood. The lingering touches, the whispers of how you deserve “so much better” when your boyfriend was not around.
You could hear tuckers soft laughs as he hears your mothers jokes. You've told wanda many times that you're happy with him and you don't ever plan on leaving him. But that doesn't stop at her attempts to try and break y'all up.
Like when she placed a used condom in your car and your boyfriend found it. She knew yall fucked raw and that would make him think you were cheating on him. But thank god he brushed it off after the countless orgasms you gave him. He doesnt need to know that the milf next door is fucking you.
Tonight you decided you wanted to get her back. While everyone was eating and talking you slid your hand under the table onto tucks thigh. You could feel him tense up in surprise. He looks to you and you just smile pretending to pay attention to your mom. Wanda's eyes narrow as she stares at your arm movements. You brush over his growing bulge, palming him slowly. Feeling him get harder under your touch.
Wanda pauses, she knows what you're doing. Her eyes locking onto you. Shes mad. Her green eyes piercing at you. God she looks so hot when shes mad. You unzip him quietly. And take out his throbbing cock. He stifles a cough, making you smirk and stare at wanda.
You love how tucker lets you take him whenever you want. You stroke him, circuling his tip. Hes trying so hard to stay composed. You stroke him up and down as you watch Wanda's fiery eyes. Her breath hitches, “are you okay wanda?” You asked “i’m fine” she replies. You keep pumping him. Wanda can see how your hands are going up and down. She wonders if anybody else can see what you two are up to.
The jealousy keeps burning brighter you can see it in Wanda's face. Her jaw tightening, pupils dilating. She wants you. She wished it was her the one getting jacked off. The thought of you doing this in front of her hurts her but she cant let you know it.
You keep going, his breathing increases as you stroke the line on the back of his tip. But he maintains his cool and nods along the conversations. He comes quietly into your hand as he tries to quietly groan.
Wanda watching it all. Her eyes are dark. She doesn't look away, staring into your eyes. As you wipe your hand on a napkin he gave you. The dinner continuous as normal. As if nothing had happen.
After the dinner your mother went to go clean the dishes and tucker stepped outside to take a smoke break. Thats when wanda took her chance and grabbed you and took you into your room. “What the fuck was that” she hissed at you. Pushing you against the wall. She turns you over making your face hit the wall. You arch onto her. “oh no mommy are you gonna punish me” you pout. “This is what you wanted all along?” she spanks you. Making you moan out. “Fucking answer me” she hisses “yes” you reply.
She slides her hand under your dress, feeling how wet you are. But before she could go further you hear tucks voice “babe where you at?” that makes wanda stick two fingers inside making you squirm. Your heart pounding. You have to answer before tucker finds you like this.
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Soooooo… thoughts???
can you tell my two favorite things r my bf n wanda 😆
he helped me write this so he 100% approves.
also if you guys dont like this lmk. Any feedback is very helpful.
