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Hit the Showers - Fred Weasley

Title: Hit the Showers Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of blow jobs, semi public Summary: No one disrespect’s Fred Weasley’s girlfriend, except for well, him. A/N: for the anon who wanted something to do with the fight in OOTP where 3 people have to hold fred back coupled with my recent obsession with Fred and a Slytherin girlfriend!! Feedback is always welcome! Tags: @hufflrpuffforfred​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @whiz-bangs78​ @gcdric​ @starlightweasley​ @allforthexgame​ @pigwidgexn​

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“Fuck off Malfoy,” Y/N sneers as she stalks off the pitch towards the changing room. They’ve just been annihilated by Gryffindor, and all Y/N wants to do is hit the showers and let the warm water wash all of her stress away. But of course, Draco is giving her a hard time.

“They have a Weasel as their keeper, how hard could it be to score?” Draco shouts as he follows behind her.

Despite Draco’s comments, Ron was actually a pretty decent keeper, especially for his first game. At the beginning he let every shot in, but as the game progressed he got infinitely better, and ended up blocking every one of Y/N and the other chasers goal attempts. “What about you, asshat?” she asks, unable to help herself. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy harassing Potter you would have managed to catch the snitch for once in your fucking life!”

Draco jogs to catch up to Y/N and stands in front of her, blocking her path to the changing room. “Oh shove off, Y/N. Catching the snitch is the hardest part of the game, you know that. All you have to do is catch and throw a ball.”

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Forgive Me, Father

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Praise kink, SMUT, slight fluff, swearing, dirty talk, Priest!kink (sorta), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Sweet baby Jesus, I know it’s been a long time so I have posted anything original so here you go! I got caught up reading John Winchester stuff, and it reminded me of my first love. Anyways, I really hope you like this! It’s not been looked over by anyone other than me so all mistakes are my own. 18+ only please! Also- all credit to the owners of the GIFS, they’re not mine!

You knew it was wrong, sneaking into this church in the middle of the night in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You knew it was sinful and you wouldn’t hear the end of it, should Castiel find out. You knew, deep in your gut, that this would definitely keep you out of heaven. 

   However, you had a green-eyed, bow-legged, scar-covered, Dean Winchester lacing his fingers between your own as he led you up to the small Catholic church. He was grinning slyly, and his eyes were twinkling with mischief as he pulled his lock pick set from his pocket and expertly unlocked the doors of the looming building. Part of you regretted telling him of this specific fantasy a few nights ago as you shared a bottle of whiskey and watched the sun rise after a case the two of you had solved. 

   He had produced the said bottle and a thick, woven blanket as he pulled up to the empty field and put the Impala in park. 

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Teacher’s Pet (Reid Request)

Request: Professor Reid x reader smut request? Where she either teases him /he really wants to fuck & he gets fed up, maybe add some punishment into the mix?

A/N: Please don’t ask me for a Part 2, y’all - I have a whole series with Prof Reid here! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Spanking, Adults w/ Age Gap (24/38), oral sex (male receiving), Teacher/Student, fingering, penetrative sex, degradation, cursing, roughhousing, gagging Word Count: 9.2K

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There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could either be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us.

That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.

Spencer Reid didn’t even try to hide his past; he had practically shared his whole life story within the first few weeks of classes. I got the sense he had a hard time keeping just about anything a secret with his nasty habit of oversharing.

That was fine with me, though. I quite liked having the ammunition. In fact, I had prepared to use that information today, because unlike the rest of the thirsty bitches in the class, I wasn’t auditing. I was in this shit.

And today was the class I’d been waiting for for over a month.

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Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked,  Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex, 

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners. 

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Soulmate Series: How You Meet (Part One)

Tony Stark-

Not everyone has a soulmate, but those that do have various ways they are connected to each other.

For you it was that the rate of your heartbeats always matched the other.

So if you were stressed or in danger he would immediately feel it.

God you were terrified when you felt your heart basically stop when he was in Afghanistan.

The way the two of you met was actually really kind of sweet.

Somehow you were invited to a Stark party, whether it was by a friend or because of your work.

People were basically wall to wall covering the room, the conversation making it almost impossible to hear.

Accidentally you ran into someone knocking their glass out of their hand causing it to shatter on impact.

Apologizing profusely you bent down to help pick it up.

Hitting a particularly sharp piece cutting your finger slightly.

When your heart rate spiked due to the pain he felt it too staring at you with wide eyes understanding before you even met his gaze.

Upon explaining you questioned if it was even possible, that your soulmate was THE Tony Stark.

Taking you to a quiet room he asked FRIDAY to check if it actually matched, which she quickly confirmed.

Tony was determined to keep you by his side, there was no leaving him anymore even if you wanted to.

Not that he would tell you that in any way.

After all these years he finally found his soulmate, the one destined to be his.

Steve Rogers-

Steve had always seen the world in a blend of various shades of gray.

Sketching only in charcoal pencil when he did his little drawings in his sketchbook.

No point in using color you couldn’t see.

Believing that he was going to die not meeting his soulmate when he went into the ice.

Upon waking up in present day he was confused, but also had a sense of renewed faith that maybe he just didn’t find his soulmate before because they weren’t alive yet.

He will always remember the day he met you, having saved you from an alien about to eat you alive.

Feeling you shake in his arms until your eyes latched onto his, seeing the most brilliant blue you had ever seen before.

Quickly he set you down, only having time to get your name before he had to return to the fight.

That is what began his obsession with you, knowing that you both belonged together.

Watching you from afar initially to discover what kind of person his soulmate is.

Finding out everything you liked and disliked, determined to be the perfect one for you when he finally approached you.

Pretending to run into you again, he asked you out on a date.

There was no way at the end of the night you would be walking away from him again, he wouldn’t let you go a second time.

Clint Barton-

Clint had been born with a tiny arrow tattoo just behind his ear.

Legend had it that his soulmate would have the same one, in the same place.

Although he was sure that he didn’t have a soulmate, a man with a crazy life like his didn’t deserve one in his mind.

When his hearing was damaged, his hearing aids that Tony built him covered it up.

One day he got into a hand to hand fight with a Hydra agent during a mission.

His aids were knocked out and smashed under their boot as a part of the struggle, thankfully they could be replaced with an extra set he kept in his vest.

Ultimately he won but he definitely had some cuts and bruised ribs that would need tending to.

Luckily you had just started in the medical wing of the tower as an on duty nurse.

Getting your first patient you never expected that they would end up being your soulmate.

Talking to Clint it felt like you had known him your entire life, and in a way you kind of had.

Laughing at one of his jokes you tucked your hair behind your ear not thinking anything of it when your tattoo was showing.

You of all people knew how rare it was for even people with a soulmate to find the love of their life.

Catching your gaze he moved his replacement hearing aids showing that the two of you matched.

Gasping you touched it gently with the tips of your fingers, unable to believe that you were one of the special cases.

Clint would never let you go, not after being proven so wrong about you not existing as there you were in front of him.

Natasha Romanoff-

For as long as you could remember you had gotten various injuries when you least expected them.

When you were a child you were taken to the doctor where they revealed that you had a soulmate out in the world.

That when they got hurt, or vice versa the other got the injury in return.

Occasionally you would get hurt really badly, having apparent bullet wounds even from time to time.

That is what made you think that your soulmate worked a dangerous job, so you decided to do the same in return.

Training really hard to become one of the top SHIELD recruits in your class.

Meaning you got to do your final evaluation with an Avenger.

Of course you grew nervous when you discovered that you were assigned to Natasha Romanoff, her reputation preceding her.

Stepping into the sparring ring with her you began to move around narrowly avoiding her attacks.

Effectively fighting her off for the most part, doing exactly what you had been trained to do.

Unfortunately you got distracted when she asked you about a scar you had, allowing her to get a good punch in.

Falling back onto your ass you felt blood dripping from your nose, touching it as your eyes watered you didn’t notice her touching her own.

Looking up focusing you saw that she was bleeding from her own nose despite you not even getting close to hitting her.

Natasha wasn’t upset though, in fact she was almost starting to cry at finally finding you.

Kneeling down she took you into her arms, taking in the fact that she would never again have to be without you.

Bruce Banner-

You remember spending a lot of your childhood in a state of fear and anxiety most of the time.

As you got older you started to get angry for no reason at all.

One minute you would be fine, the next you were enraged like you had just witnessed your car being set on fire.

It was really starting to become a problem in your day to day life.

You couldn’t hold down a job for long before you would have an outburst and get yourself fired.

Going to a therapist you were told that likely your soulmate was the cause of your emotional state.

Having it explained to you that you can also help them by giving them your emotions too.

So if they were having a moment of rage you could give them relaxation or joy in return to counteract it.

Likely you taking on their emotions fully like you had been only projected it back onto them even worse.

Feeling confused about how you had gone this long without knowing you had a soulmate, you wondered if it was real or if the therapist was full of shit.

That was until one day you were watching the news at a local diner where you had managed to earn a temp job as a waitress.

Talking about an attack on the city, showing live footage of the situation showing all of the Avengers getting ready to attack.

Gripping the counter tightly you felt yourself start to get angry again, so you attempted to calm down.

However it was no use as you watched a man turn into a tall green monster on the screen, knowing in your heart and soul that he was the one you were meant to be with.

Rushing out of there you stupidly ran down to where the fighting was taking place, luckily getting there after it ended.

Following the roars you started to give out feelings of calmness and peace.

Turning the corner you saw a mostly naked man panting and heaving hunched over in a nearby alleyway.

When he suddenly felt joy he looked up seeing you standing there smiling at him, knowing it was really him when you experienced a brief bout of confusion at first.

“It’s you…you’re real.”

Nodding you rush over not even caring about his state of undress, throwing your arms around him.

For once Bruce didn’t let go, this was meant to be and he was going to let it take him.

Thor Odinson-

Thor was getting frustrated being stuck at the same body he was when he was 18.

A thousand years or more had passed and he still hadn’t found his soulmate.

It was only while working with the Avengers on Midgard did he find what he was looking for without even realizing it.

Being part of the team yourself you often interacted with Thor when he was hanging around.

Somewhere along the lines he became obsessed with you, taking in every bit of information you would give him when talking.

Learning much about the culture on Earth from you at the end of the day.

Seemingly over the next few years you got closer, to the point where you would say you were best friends… if not more.

One morning you were looking in the mirror and you saw something that shocked you beyond belief.

A silver hair in the midst of your natural color.

That meant you were finally aging, something you hadn’t really done in the last ten years.

There was only person it could be, the person that seemingly had your heart even if he didn’t know it.

Thor noticed his own aging for the first time around the same moment you did.

Crinkles had formed in the corners of his eyes, something that definitely wasn’t there before.

Rushing to find you, you both ran into each other… literally.

Luckily he caught you in his arms, you both starting to laugh at the coincidence.

Showing each other what you had discovered, deep down it was like he had always known it was you.

No one will ever love you more than the man who waited more than a lifetime to be with you.

Loki Laufeyson-

Most of your life you had your own dreams, that was until the attacks in New York.

Ever since then, there were times where you were just a spectator in the front row of a horror show.

After many nights with little to no sleep due to the terrifying sights you went to a sleep clinic to find out what is going on.

There you are told of a rare connection to a soulmate where you share each other’s dreams.

However they couldn’t explain why it took so long for them to start.

The only explanation offered was that they came within close proximity of you and that jump started the connection.

A solution they offered was to attempt to lucid dream and bring them into your space to see who they were.

It took awhile but finally you felt like you wanted to attempt it.

Loki was sleeping and found himself sucked into your dream, something he always prefered over his own.

You provided his much needed escape from reality after all that had happened to him recently.

Quickly he realized that this was different than before, you seemed far more in control of the narrative than usual.

When you asked for his name he was shocked since normally you never knew of his presence.

Shocked as you were when you found out he was the man who had hurt a lot of people, connecting the dots between the timing your dreams started and when he attacked.

As you felt yourself starting to wake up you swore you heard him tell you he was going to come for you at the first chance.

Somehow you didn’t know if you were comforted or terrified by those words.

[Part one of How You Meet! If you want more soulmate scenarios with everyone let me know! <333]

Stephen doesn’t have to know

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you

You were strapped down on a platform, grunting and thrashing around, trying to break free of her magic restraining you. You were crying at this point, scared of what Wanda was going to do to you, all you wanted was to be with Stephen again.

“Your whining is really loud.” Wanda said, making you turn to look at her, there she was, levitating in the air, her eyes still closed as red auras surrounded the air around her.

‘I’m not whining’. You thought to yourself as you turned your attention back to your restrains.

Wanda must have heard your thoughts because she dropped to her feet with a loud thump, walking towards you. In the corner of your eye, you could see her slowly approaching you, her eyes now shining a bright red.

“Don’t, give me an attitude, darling.” She said as she leaned on the platform, her hand holding her chin as she stared at you while her other hand was playing with your hair.

“Let me go, please.” You cried, tears streaming down from your face, making her heart soften. Sometrhing about seeing you upset made her heart sink.

“Now, no more crying, you shouldn’t be staining that pretty face with tears.” She said softly as she used her finger to wipe a small tear away from your cheek, her eyes turning back to green.

You got scared and started pulling your hands from the restrains so hard that you were sure that it was going to leave a bruise, grunting and whining,making Wanda frown.

“You know… I can give you something else to whine about.” She said seductively as she traced her finger along your body, eventually resting it on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re an awfully pretty young girl… Are you a virgin?”

When the question registered in your head, your face turned a bright red.

“So you are. Cute.” She chuckled as she slowly pulled downyour robe from your shoulders, making you pull away from her.

“I know you want this, darling, you have very very loud thoughts.” She smirked, ignoring your continueous whines and removing your robe.

You couldn’t lie, Wanda has been on your mind since the fight in Karmataj, you just knew that it wasn’t right to love a witch that Stephen was after.

“Stephen doesn’t have to know, sweetheart.” She winked as she stood in fromt of your now bare body, she must have read your mind because you were sure that you didn’t say it out loud.

Without warning, she entered two fingers inside you, making you gasp loudly at the sudden fullness in your hole.

“S-stop.”

“You sure you want me to stop? Your pussy doesn’t seem to be agreeing with you.”

She started moving her fingers in and out, making you hold back moans, not wanting to seem too submissive to her.

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” She chuckled as she quickened her pace, making you whine, feeling your climax.

“W-wanda, I-”

“Wanda? Are you sure that’s what you want to call me, sweetheart? Because I think that you have a secret kink…Something along the line of…Mommy?”

You gasped as she used her thumb to rub curcles on your clit, making you a moaning mess as your orgasm became closer and closer.

“Mommy, I need to-”

“Come for Mommy, kitten.” She cut you of, you didn’t need to hear it a second time before you released all over her hands with a loud moan, making her satisfied.

“Good girl.” She cooed as she pulled her fingers out of you, bringing them to her mouth, sucking on your release, making sure that she had gotten every drop of it.

Wanda looked back to you to find you exhausted now, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

“C’mere, kitten, Mommy’s got you.” She said, opening her arms for you to crawl into, and you obliged.

You rested your head on her shoulder as she swiftly picked you up, bringing you to a bedroom in the palace, setting you down on the bed gently.

“Stephen will be here soon.” She muttered to herself, making you wide awake, starting to panic.

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at Wanda with a concerned look, making her frown again.

“Mommy will protect you, I promise.” She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, smiling as you hid your blushed face.

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the outside…Stephen had arrived.

(Hi friends, just got dumped by my boyfriend so life sucks right now but here’s another fic for you guys:,))

To the Moon and Back

Summary: Not sure how to summarize this one, but it’s my favorite story so far!

Genre: Fluff, small smut scenes, etc.

Warnings: Light smut, nothing too bad.

Suggested: yes/no

Tiktok: avengers._edits_

Please send me requests, I would love to write your stories!!

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“Y/N? Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you, but you groan and refuse to open your eyes.

You feel your body getting slightly nudged, making you smile.

“Open your eyes, babe. I’m here. It’s me.” You do as you’re told and your vision is filled with the Sokovian woman that you love so dearly.

“Mmm, goodmorning, baby.” You say groggily.

“I missed you.” Wanda whispers before she places a kiss on your lips.

“We just saw each other last night! Remember what we did?” You scrunch your nose in laughter at your naughty joke.

“What did we do?” Your eyes roll at her obvious teasing and you laugh as you pull her out of bed with you.

You both giggle all the way down the stairs, eventually reaching the kitchen. You lead Wanda to sit on the island stool as you head to the refrigerator.

“What do you want for breakfast, babe?” You ask.

“Hmmm, what do we have?”

“Well, I could just make you the usual.” Before she can respond, you already begin to get the supplies from the pantry.

“The usual. Sure, yeah, that sounds great.” She replies slowly.

“You got it. You want extra eggs again?”

“Ew, no thanks, I hate eggs.” She grimaces.

“What? You love eggs, baby, don’t be silly.” You laugh a little, mostly in confusion.

“Yes, I was just kidding.” Wanda laughs and you smile at her accent that you love so much.

You finally get all the food you need out and begin to chop the onions. You turn to notice Wanda gazing at you, making you blush from the attention.

“You can watch TV, baby, I’ll bring this to you when it’s ready.” She smiles and shakes her head.

“No, no. You’re all I want to look at.” She gets up and hugs you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. It makes chopping the onions a little difficult, but you wouldn’t dare tell her that.

“Can I help you, detka?”

“I would love that, but I thought you hated cooking.“

“I have to learn to like it at some point.” You laugh as she waves her fingers.

The eggs swirl with red and begin to crack themselves into a bowl. The whisk follows soon after and starts spinning around, mixing the eggs together.

“You know, sometimes your powers make me feel pretty useless.” You jokingly sigh as Wanda walks over to you.

“I know a different way to make you feel useless.” Her low voice rattles your spine as she kisses your neck.

“God, you’re hot.” She laughs as she resumes her cooking and you continue chopping.

Soon enough, your breakfast is cooked and Wanda gives you her thanks.

“You’re the absolute best.” She says coyly.

“Well, I wouldn’t say the best, maybe one of the” You get cut off by Wanda’s lips pressing onto yours.

Her tongue is quickly inserted into your mouth, making you moan at her taste.

Her hand trails under your shirt and up your back, eventually curving around to your chest. She smiles when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra and begins to slowly graze over your nipples.

You quietly moan in pleasure, as your hands reach up in her hair.

Once she decides she’s done with your breasts, her hands glide all around your upper body, feeling every inch of your skin. Her hands tilt downwards as she rests them right below your stomach, silently asking for permission.

You nod into her kiss, practically begging for it. Her hand slides into your pants and cups your cunt, her middle finger barely grazing over your clit.

Suddenly, your phone rings, cutting you guys off. You sigh as her hand leaves your pants and you are forced to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Kate? No, I don’t think you should wear your archer outfit to the party….Why? Because it’s a formal celebration and no avenger prances around in their costume, okay?…Yes, I’ll be wearing a dress. Well, you can wear a suit, I’m sure you’ll look amazing. Now, I was kinda in the middle of something, so I’m gonna go. Okay, bye bye.”

“Who was that?” Wanda asks and you think you can hear a tint of jealousy in her voice.

“Kate.”

“And Kate is…?”

“Come on babe, don’t be mean. I know she’s new to the team, but Clint really likes her. She’s a good kid.” Wanda nods and you get closer to her.

She puts her arms on the small of your back and pulls you in as close as possible.

“So, I was thinking we could have a day to ourselves, today. What do you think?” Wanda gazes at you.

“But what about the party? The one me and Kate were literally just talking about.”

“Screw the party, I wanna be with you today.”

“Normally, I would say yes, but you know how important this party is to Tony.” You are released from her touch as you bring the two plates of hot food to the table.

“What’s it for again?”

“To raise money…for…a charity…I forget which one to be honest. But shouldn’t you know? You’ve been pretty excited about this party for weeks. You love getting all dressed up, babe.” Wanda sighs and sits down at the table with you.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You both chuckle. “Okay, we can go, but only if you promise to dance with me.” She grabs your hand and you smile.

“Obviously. But I do have to warn you, I will be doing the sprinkler if I am thrown into a dance circle.” You get up and start demonstrating your skills, successfully making your girlfriend laugh.

Once you both finish your breakfast, Wanda takes the courtesy of clearing your plates. She kisses your cheek as she passes you on the way to the sink.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go to the store to get stuff for the cookies.”

“We’re making cookies?”

“Yeah, Tony requested them specifically. I guess I’m just that awesome of a baker.” You smirk as she walks back over to you and rests her hands on your shoulders.

“You most certainly are, my love. But why is Tony asking you to bring homemade cookies to a black tie charity event?”

“That…is a good question.” She smiles and bends down to kiss your neck, causing you to blush.

“I should go to the store soon, they take a while to bake and we also need to get ready.” You get up and head towards your keys, but they fly into the air and land in Wanda’s hand.

“I’ll come with you.” She smiles and you return to her to give her a hug.

“You’re so clingy today, I love it.” Your head rests in the crook of her neck and her arms wrap tightly around you.

“I love you, Y/N. I really really love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back, Wands.” You place a small kiss on her neck and take her hand to lead her to the car.

The drive is filled with conversations about whatever comes to your minds, as well as the songs that Wanda added to your driving playlist a couple weeks ago.

You eventually reach the store and hold hands as you walk in together.

“Okay, we only need 4 bags of chocolate chips, 3 pounds of butter, and like 2 bags of caramel bits. I think we have everything else at the house.” Her eyes widen a little at your request.

“I’m making cookies for an entire event, trust me, this might not be enough.” She just simply nods in response and follows you down the appropriate aisles.

You both find your way into the fruit section and smile when you realize the amount of jokes you can make.

“Hey, Wanda, you know what my favorite fruit is?”

“What?“

“You.” You smile and dodge the light punch on the shoulder that comes your way.

“Well, I happen to like grapes.” Her fingers swirl and you see a grape pop out of its container and fly into her mouth.

“Wanda! That is a crime. I’m telling the manager.” You begin to fast walk away from her, but feel a hand turn you around by your waist.

“It can be our little secret.”

“Mmmm, fine, but I expect a bribe.” She rolls her eyes before she pecks your lips.

“Well…that’s sufficient for now, but I will be needing lots more bribes later tonight.” A laugh escapes her lips as you both walk towards the chocolates aisle.

“Hmmm, which chocolate do you need again, detka? There’s semi-sweet, milk chocolate, bitter, wait who would want bitter?” Wanda questions.

“I don’t know, probably Clint or something. But we need the semi-sweet.” She smiles and nods as she picks up 4 bags of the chocolate and places them into her basket.

You eventually finish getting all the ingredients you need and drive back home. Wanda uses her powers to carry in the bags and unload them onto the counter.

“Okay, I’ll start making the cookies and you go put on that dress that I love so much.” You bite your lip as Wanda nods.

“Yeah, maybe tonight you can help take it off of me. Now where is it again? I forgot.”

“Uh…in the closet?” She nods and heads to your room as you bring out the recipe from your notebook.

By the time Wanda is fully changed and ready to go, you’re placing the cookies in the oven. You turn around and your mouth drops open at your girlfriends beauty.

Her curves are accentuated by her dark red dress that goes down to her feet. Her hair is perfectly curled and her makeup looks absolutely beautiful.

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to get flour on your dress.” You say in awe.

“You think I care?” She asks as she quickly walks over to me and cups my face in a tender kiss.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready, can you take these out in about 20 minutes?” You ask after you break apart from each other. She nods and you head into your room to change.

When you’re ready, her reaction to your outfit is a quick, but very intense, makeout session.

“God, I can’t believe how hot you are.” Wanda says in a low voice.

You pull away and realize your hair is a little messed up, but it was worth it. You both head to the car and mingle as you drive to the compound.

You finally make it to your destination and get out of the car, opening Wanda’s door for her. She thanks you with a kiss and grabs your arm so you can lead her into the building.

You both walk through the front doors of the building, arms linked to one another. You couldn’t feel happier next to the woman you love so dearly.

“Well, well, well, I see you guys finally made it. Y/N, those cookies better be with you, or you are out of the avengers.” You’re scared to laugh, knowing Tony could very possibly be serious.

“Relax, old man, I gave them to Happy.” He smiles in relief and pats my back before greeting Wanda.

You take a look at the scene in front of you and get a little anxious, seeing crowds of people. You’ve always gotten nervous towards big crowds, which hasn’t really helped your career in the avengers.

Wanda senses your nerves and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here, baby. Nothing to be afraid of. All these people are probably nervous to meet you, you’re an avenger.” You nervously chuckle and kiss your girlfriends lips.

“Hi, Y/N, hi Wanda!” Kate walks up to you both with a big smile, wearing a fully black suit.

“Wow, I see you went with the suit option. It looks great, honey.” Wanda smiles and agrees with me, making Kate awkwardly chuckle.

“Yelena seems to think so. She’s been complementing me a lot. Kate bishop, you can really pull off a suit, or Kate Bishop can you bend down and pick up my fork so I can stand behind you and look at your ass. Well, she didn’t say the last part but I just know she dropped that fork on purpose.” You and Wanda laugh as Kate mimics Yelena’s accent.

“I bet she has a little crush on you.” Wanda chimes in.

“Oh my gosh, I hope so. Wait…don’t tell anyone I said that. Seriously, don’t.”

“We won’t, we promise.” Kate nervously walks away as I turn to Wanda, quietly laughing.

“She’s a lot younger than I expected.” Wanda says as you lean against her body.

“What? You’ve literally met her like 5 times, Wands.” She shakes her head and pauses for a minute, before smiling at you.

“Right, yeah. I was just kidding, baby.” She replies.

“Oh, okay. Uh- anyways, wanna dance? I hear the lawn is in need of a sprinkler.” She nods, so you drag her into the circle.

Peter is in the middle doing handstands and breakdancing poorly.

“YEAH, PETER, WOOHOO!” Tony yells from your right.

You look at him confusingly, so he leans over and whispers.

“He wasn’t feeling too confident about his dance moves, so I’m cheering him on a bit. The kid needs a little reassurance sometimes.” Wanda smiles and squeezes your hand at Tony’s sweet gesture.

Peter eventually leaves the circle and it remains empty for a while. You look at Wanda and she confirms your silent question, so you quickly push through the crowd of people to go into the middle.

You can hear Wanda and Thor loudly cheering for you. You instantly bust out the sprinkler and the entire crowd laughs and cheers.

You do it for so long, that Thor pushes you out and replaces you with himself.

You laugh and find your way back to Wanda, who has open arms ready to embrace you.

“I know you mentioned a dance circle, but I really didn’t think a black tie charity event would have one.” Wanda laughs.

“Well, yeah…this is what all Tony’s parties are like.”

A slow song begins to play, causing Wanda to grab your hand and bring you to the open part of the dance floor.

You both hold on to each other’s waists and you rest your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair and kisses your head, holding you tighter than usual.

“This event is actually better than I thought it would be. No offense to Tony, he’s just not the best party planner.” Wanda doesn’t respond, so you use your finger to bring her eyes up to yours.

“Hm? Oh…sorry, I was still thinking about how you actually did the sprinkler in a dance circle.” You let out a big laugh and kiss her on the cheek, before pulling away a little.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom really quick.” You start to walk away and she pulls you back to her by your wrist.

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, no keep dancing, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.” You chuckle.

“No, I’ll come.” She pulls you towards the bathroom but you stop walking.

“Is everything okay, Wands? Not that I’m complaining but you haven’t left my side all day.” You chuckle as you sway with her on the dance floor.

“It’s not my fault that I love you so much.” You raise your eyebrow implying that you don’t believe her, so she keeps talking.

“I guess I just….don’t want to think about what would happen to you if you left.” She clears her throat and smiles awkwardly before resuming your slow dancing.

“Why would you think anything would happen to me? I’m right here, Wanda. I’m right here.”

“I know you are. But…but you’re not and I-“ Her voice begins to break as you tilt your head in confusion.

“What do you mean I’m not….?” You can see her struggling to find words.

“You can tell me anything, Wanda. It’s okay.”

“I can’t. Not this. I’m not going to ruin this.”

“Wanda?” You try to coax the words out of her but she remains silent, staring at the floor.

“Wanda? Come on, baby, just tell me.”

“Y/N….” She looks up at you briefly, and you can see tears swimming in her eyes. You sigh as you know what she wants to say.

“Wanda, I know you’re dreamwalking.”

“W-what? Dreamwalking? I’m…I’m not dreamwalking.”

“I’m not stupid, Wands. Wanda told me- or I mean, my Wanda told me about this. About the ways that I could tell if someone wasn’t from our universe. You didn’t remember the night that you’ve been waiting for for weeks. You don’t know simple things about this Wanda’s life. You asked me who Kate was and then about her age. And I mean your fingertips are no secret.” Wanda stares at you with a mix of disbelief and sadness.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“I’m not mad at you.” You keep her level of voice.

“You’re not…?”

“No, of course not. I love you. Whoever you are, you’re Wanda Maximoff and I love you.” You cup her face and she leans into your hand, making you smile at her beauty.

“But you have to let me go.” Wanda’s head shoots out of your hand.

“What? No-no please, I can’t.”

“You have to, my love. It’s not fair to my Wanda.” You squeeze Wanda’s hands, her blackened fingertips interlocking with yours.

She puts her head against yours and closes her eyes as a tear falls down her face.

“I don’t want to say goodbye again.”

“I know. But it’s not goodbye, because now you know that I’m only a universe away, Wands.” She chuckles while the tears continue to fall.

“And Wanda…I don’t know what happened in your universe that made you want to leave it so badly, but just know that my Wanda loves me in this one. So, so much.”

“I know….I know that. There’s nothing I’ve ever been more sure about. I love you in every universe.”

You kiss Wanda’s hands as she gazes at you. And even though you technically met her this morning, she’s Wanda. And you love her.

“I don’t know if I can get through this, Y/N. It’s so hard.” Wanda’s voice falters and it breaks your heart.

“You can do anything. You are Wanda Maximoff and I love you more than anything in the world. In the universe, I guess. Just close your eyes, baby.” You embrace her, putting her head into the crook of her neck.

Wanda’s eyes fall shut, only to be open again in a dark room lit by tens of candles.

She quickly turns her head in every direction, desperately reaching out for you. Tears pour from her eyes as she kicks the darkhold, screaming in anger.

She kneels to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I miss you.” She whispers to an empty room.

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Mine

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.

A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened... enjoy!

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“That was…” you trailed off in a breathless huff, looking up at the ceiling of Dean’s bedroom.

He chuckled, “I know. We should do that more often.”

It was the third night in a row that you’d found yourself in Dean’s room. The past week and a half had been surprisingly uneventful and after a few days of teasing each other, you’d finally given in and once again added benefits to your strange friendship. Strange because, while you’d known each other for a while, you’d fallen in love with Dean long ago. Not that he noticed, or if he did he certainly didn’t seem to care about you in the same way. Sex was the furthest your relationship with him ever went, having started off in a drunkenly manner years ago. For you it had been the best and easiest thing in the world, and it had given you hope you’d never allowed yourself to have before although all of that was quickly squandered as the following day Dean acted as though nothing special had happened and you’d soon learned that all he was willing to give you would be scattered nights of mind blowing pleasure followed by uneventful days of simple friendship. Knowing that the occasional steamy encounter in the middle of the night was as far as you would go with him, you let it happen for a couple years but lately your feelings had become too much to bear and you’d decided to quit him, cold turkey. He didn’t question you whenever he made a move and you came up with some lame excuse to not visit him, or have him visit you, that night – something you were grateful for. That had started months ago and thankfully, in an odd and definitely selfish way, cases had been popping up left and right which allowed you to keep your mind and body occupied. That was until last week when everything suddenly went cold, no supernatural happenings came up and you were all forced to stay in the bunker for days on end. It was in that quiet loneliness that your weakness seeped through the cracks and before you knew it, you once again found yourself tangled in the dark sheets covering Dean’s bed.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you felt yourself falling asleep when you felt Dean stir next to you. Suddenly, his arm draped over your middle and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, having fallen asleep immediately. Startled, to say the least, you were immediately awake once more and remained that way for at least an hour after Dean had begun to snore softly next to you. The butterflies in your stomach had been going berserk and you felt as though your chest might explode with excitement. In all of the time you’d been having this strictly physical relationship with Dean, he’d never once done anything quite so intimate and the little flicker of hope you’d given up on years ago resurfaced yet again. Eventually, you fell asleep peacefully imagining a life in which maybe, just maybe, Dean could finally be yours.

The next day you were awoken by the lack of heat around you. The light in the bedroom was dim as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that Dean was no longer next to you. Unsure of what to do, you decided to head to your room and then take a quick shower. Afterwards, while eating cereal and watching one of your favorite shows, Sam had returned from his morning run and showered, and you’d still yet to see Dean. He was gone most of the day, which made you begin to wonder if something had happened while you were asleep. You didn’t want to think anything bad of him so you chose to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, choosing instead to daydream about what an actual relationship with him might be, even when he returned in the late afternoon and suggested you all go to a nearby bar to have a drink. From the moment he’d come back into the bunker, he’d been acting nonchalant, though somewhat distant to you but you were unsure if that was just your insecurities making you doubt the connection you’d felt to Dean last night. It wasn’t until you arrived at the bar and saw Dean openly flirting with just about any pretty young thing in the place that you realized what an idiot you’d been. Of course he didn’t feel anything like you had last night, he’d just been sleeping and subconsciously must’ve mistaken your body for a pillow or something while just getting comfortable in his sleep.

That night you drank an obscene amount of alcohol, having started with a beer or two before moving on to hard liquor, anything to numb the pain you felt deep within your heart. Somehow, probably thanks to Sam, you’d made it back to the bunker and in the dark loneliness of your own bedroom you chastised yourself and cursed the feelings you had for a man that didn’t think of you as anything more than just a plaything he could pick up whenever he wanted. Stupid, hopeful, naive idiot. It had to stop, you told yourself. If Dean wasn’t able to give you what you needed, you’d find the strength to turn him down and do anything at all to stop those ridiculous feelings you had for him, once and for all.

The following day, Sam came to you with a case he’d managed to find. You were so grateful to have something to work on that would allow you to put emotional distance between you and Dean that you didn’t even bother asking for any details further than where the case was located and when you’d be leaving. Not long after, you found yourself in the back of the Impala, listening to one of Dean’s five records as you all made your way to Trail Creek, Indiana where women had been going missing for a few months now. It wasn’t until two of them were recently found with their throats ripped out that the police had finally decided to link the cases and make them public. The drive was quicker than you’d thought it would be and soon you were left alone in the motel to do research on the victims while Sam and Dean went to the last place a number of the victims were last seen, a male strip club of all places.

The further you dug into these womens’ lives, the more you realized that their disappearances were completely random. There was no pattern, no physical similarity, no link among them other than the club they’d visited. When Sam and Dean returned, you showed them all the evidence you’d collected and the three of you sat around the room, poring over every statement and clue to try and find who had taken these people.

“I don’t know, guys. I really can’t find anything to link any of our vics,” you sighed. Your vision began to blur as your eyes became tired.

Sam agreed, “me neither. Honestly, I still think we’re looking for a vamp nest but I can’t find anything around here, not even a place where they might be hiding.”

“Ugh, this case sucks already…” you were getting frustrated and it was then that your exhausted brain had an idea. “Wait, that’s it!”

Sam and Dean looked your way, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We need to go undercover, have one of us go in there and interact with all the other patrons. We already cleared the owners and the workers there so one of their customers may know something, they must have regulars, right?”

Sam agreed, but Dean had one important question, “and which of us would go in there? It’s a male strip club and I doubt even Sam’s puppy eyes would be enough manage to convince a bunch of girls to be besties.”

You looked pointedly at Dean and he immediately began to shake his head, “No, Y/N. No way.”

“Oh come on, Dean! It just makes sense! Besides, you two have already gone in there as Feds. You’re more likely to be recognized, but me… I can just go in and pretend I’m just there to have a good time! And who knows, whoever’s responsible for all this might even pick me and take me to their lair!”

“That’s exactly why the hell not, Y/N! You could be killed! We’re not doing it, and that’s final.” Dean put his foot down and suddenly you felt an incredible anger towards him, like you’d never felt before. How dare he? Who the hell was he to tell you what to do, or not do?

“I’m not asking for your permission, Dean. It’s the best plan we got right now and you know it. Besides, I’m a grown-ass woman, I can make my own decisions and so I have. I’m going undercover and that’s final!” you used his same, exact words and Dean huffed in annoyance. He turned to Sam but, surprisingly, found himself outvoted.

“I don’t like it either, Dean. But people are dying, we have to at least try.” Sam reasoned and Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother. Defeated, Dean grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, mumbling something about needing a drink.

You stared at the closed door in anger. He didn’t have to like it but he also didn’t have to be so opposed to the idea. It was almost as if he didn’t trust in your skills to be able to do this and keep yourself safe. Well screw him.

The following night, you were dressed up and ready to go. Dean still disapproved of the plan but you’d noticed the way he’d checked you out when you came out of the motel bathroom. You rarely took the time to really doll yourself up for a night out, usually opting for a more casual and natural look but you’d decided that if you were doing this, you’d go all out, fake lashes and all. Once at the club, you immediately placed yourself on alert which was easier said than done as the atmosphere was much more different than any strip club you were used to seeing. Not that you were a regular but more than once you’d found yourself having to go pick up a drunk Dean from whatever strup club he’d chosen for the night. In those clubs, there was almost sadness in the air, whereas here the ambiance was somehow lighter. The difference being, of course, that a large portion of this Friday night crowd was bachelorette parties just out to have a good time. The male dancers were really putting on a show and after a little while you found yourself having quite a bit of fun as one of the bachelorette parties had somehow roped you in to join them.

Across the room, Sam and Dean were watching your moves as well as those of the people around you. To say they looked out of place was an understatement but they’d managed to convince the club owners to let them act as some sort of bouncers in an attempt to excuse their presence there.

About an hour passed and you were coming up empty-handed as you began to make friends with more of the patrons around you. Though the night wasn’t going like you hoped it would, it was hard to not let yourself loosen up a little as drinks were given to you by your newly found friends and before you knew it, you began to actually notice the dancers in front of you. They were handsome, to say the least, with chiseled bodies and perfect moves. Once they caught your eye, it was really rather hard to not be distracted by them. It was an odd feeling, just watching men strip in front of you, but in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. Hell, if Dean, and sometimes even Sam, were able to go out to strip clubs and have a good time, you could too. Not to mention, the shirtless firefighter currently looking directly at you was actually helping keep your mind off everything that had happened with Dean over the past few days. The man smiled at you as he noticed he’d caught your eye, and winked. A small part of you felt giddy and you joined in with the ladies around you in a round of applause when his show ended. The lights went suddenly dark and after a few confused moments a single red light shone on the stage where the same man you’d made eye contact with earlier was standing, now in a suit and tie, head down and hands clasped firmly behind his back. A mysterious tune began to play in the loud speakers of the club and then man began moving towards the crowd, his eyes scanning through until they found your own and a mischievous smile formed in his lips as he walked straight to you. Without a word, he extended his hand towards you and, entranced, you placed your hand in his. He pulled you up on the stage and in a split second you found yourself being held close, his dark eyes looking straight through you as his body began moving around you. One by one, articles of his clothing were shed on the stage, until all that was left were his slacks and shoes. He grabbed your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, then reached around you and grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure how but you had completely surrendered to this strange man and could feel your panties getting wet as he continued his movements, his warm skin pressed up against you, large hands slowly roaming your body. He set you down on the stage and danced on top of you, thrusting his hips much in a manner that you were sure would count as porn had you both been naked. During all of this, you’d even forgotten about the crowd surrounding both of you, far too aroused and enthralled by the man on top of you.

You’d even forgotten about a certain green-eyed hunter that was sitting just across the way, burning holes through the both of you as he watched the skilled dancer somehow flip you so you’d end up straddling him while his long fingers tangled in your hair. He pulled lightly on your hair to tip your head back as he held himself up with his other hand, his lips placing a single, gentle kiss on your neck.

Much too soon, the song was over and you came back to reality as the room turned dark for a second and applause erupted around you. You quickly stood up and the man walked you back to where you’d been sitting, placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand before running to the backstage area. The ladies around you giggled and cheered as they offered you yet another drink, and not long after the night was over. Even though part of you had forgotten about the case, you had been able to spot a suspicious man towards the back of the club and pointed him out to Sam and Dean. You all followed the man as he escorted a drunk woman to his car, tailing them until he stopped in front of a farmhouse. Though it seemed to be a normal home, there was something about it that gave you all the creeps and once Dean got closer, you could see that the people inhabiting the home were anything but normal. Almost immediately you realized these were the vampires you were all looking for and you quickly went to work, having sobered up from all the excitement from earlier. The fight with the vampires was over faster than you’d expected, especially since Dean had single-handedly managed to wipe out at least half the nest. You hadn’t noticed it at first but the way he’d been fighting was different than usual, with an unforgiving anger you’d only seen in him maybe once or twice.

Once you were done and the woman was safely back in her home, you returned to the motel and were ready for much needed rest but Dean had other plans. Without explanation he simply ordered you and Sam to clean up and get ready to drive back to the bunker. When you tried to argue with him, he looked directly at you for the first time that night and the fire in his forest-green eyes told you that he was not to be trifled with. Not today. Sam must have felt the tension in the air because he simply did as he was told and soon you were all on the way back home. The drive was quiet, not even music was playing, and soon you were asleep.

Hours later, you were awoken by the sound of doors opening and closing. You were in the bunker’s garage and Sam was already walking inside. You grabbed your bag and were still so exhausted that when you got out of the Impala you didn’t feel Dean’s presence behind you. You turned to start your walk inside and were startled when you ran into his rock hard chest.

“Oh, sorry.” you mumbled and tried to make your way around him but a hand on your bicep stopped you from going any further. You looked up at Dean confusedly, and for a moment you swore you saw a kind of pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

His grip tightened on your arm as you spoke and you noticed his nostrils flare. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“What?” You were so confused by his question and demeanor, so tired from the hunt and the drive, and maybe a little hungover from the club – all factors that made it far too easy for Dean to take you by the arm through the bunker. “What the hell are you doing, Dean?”

He ignored your questions and your feeble attempts at breaking away from his tight grip, and all you could do was follow. Before long, he stopped at one of the random unoccupied rooms in the bunker that were further from the main hub, further from any of your rooms, and opened the door. In a second, you found yourself being thrown against the bed in the room as Dean closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Dean, what is your problem?” You practically yelled as you regained your balance and turned to face him.

“You are, Y/N! You’re my goddamn problem!” His voice boomed and reverberated through the room and you were genuinely scared that you might have accidentally done something wrong during the hunt.

“What? What are you talking about, what did I do?”

Dean glared at you and you felt your chest tighten and your frame automatically become smaller as he walked closer to you. You hadn’t realized that you were stepping away from him until you felt the back of your knees against the mattress of the bed.

“Was that fun for you? Getting on that stage, letting that stupid son of a bitch grope you?”

Really? That’s why he was acting this way? You were in disbelief and beginning to become angry, which allowed you to find your courage and stand tall against him. “Wha- Dean… what do you care? It was just a fun thing, and honestly I don’t need your permission. You’re not my boyfriend or anything so it’s none of your business what I do for fun!”

“IT IS MY BUSINESS, Y/N! YOU’RE MINE!” Dean exploded and before you could process what he’d just said to you, your lips were being crushed by his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against him.

You tried to push away, angry and somewhat stupefied but the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past and invading your mouth, his hands moving down to your ass; it crippled you. You were helpless against his touch.

Soon, you were clawing at his clothes, pulling the fabric in every direction in an attempt to get rid of it quickly. Dean broke the intense kiss to pull his flannel and shirt off as you did the same with your clothes. He turned you around in place and did quick work of taking your bra off, replacing the lace cups with his hands, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the curve of your neck and you could feel his denim-clad cock pressing against your ass. Your breathing labored and you began to undo your pants in a haste, only managing to get them down to your ankles when Dean stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, holding you against the soft surface with one hand tangled in your hair as he removed your panties as well as his pants and briefs. Without warning, he pushed one of your legs up on the bed and entered you, filling you up in one swift movement. You screamed out in surprise and pain, which he ignored as he pushed your face further against the bed and began thrusting in and out of you. Though you were soaking wet, his hard pace was more painful than you would normally take and you tried to readjust your position but Dean didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t seem to care. His onslaught continued, hard and fast, almost as if he were a man possessed.

Though it was uncomfortable at first, you soon began to feel the knot tighten in your core and couldn’t help the loud moans coming from deep within you. Though he was not always a gentle lover, the sheer force Dean was exerting on you now was new. His movements were rough and savage, there was an anger behind every thrust, and his fingers began to pull at your hair, lifting your head lightly as he continued fucking you relentlessly. The hand that had been holding your leg on the bed in place pulled it down quickly, and his fingers pulled at your hair harder, forcing your back to arch until it was flush against his chest as his pace slowed, teasingly so as you had felt yourself grow dangerously close to release. Whining in protest, you pressed yourself closer to him and heard him groan as your pussy tightened around him.

“No,” he growled. “Only good girls are allowed to cum, and you need to be punished for letting another man touch you.”

Without warning, Dean pulled out of you and spun you around. He pushed you down onto the bed and nodded his head in a commanding manner that let you know he wanted you to climb fully onto the bed. Once you reached the head of the bed, Dean climbed on top of you and grabbed both your hands, placing them over your head. He reached down to the foot of the bed and you watched as he grabbed the belt that he’d been wearing earlier and began wrapping it around your wrists. Though you’d thought about it before, you and Dean had never actually done anything remotely close to bondage but you could barely contain the excitement you felt in the pit of your stomach. He tightened the belt around your wrists and you hissed and moaned as the sting of the leather against your soft skin shot straight to your core. Dean chuckled and looked you straight in the eye as his hand traveled slowly down your arm, past your bicep, fingers slowly dancing along your collarbone before continuing down and stopping at your breast. Aroused, your nipples stood at attention; something Dean did not ignore as he rolled one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb while lightly biting on the other. Your back arched, pushing your chest further out and closer to Dean as he continued lightly pinching and sucking on your hard-rock nipples. His lips let go of the hard nub with a pop as his hand squeezed your breast lightly before continuing on its journey down to your soaking wet cunt.

“So wet and ready to cum… ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You were biting on your lip in an attempt to control your moans and simply nodded desperately as Dean teasingly spread your pussy lips to reveal your dripping entrance.

“Tell me what you want, baby? I just might be feeling generous enough to give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please. Please make me cum.” You begged and Dean smiled triumphantly.

He began rubbing slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips. He captured your mouth in yet another bruising kiss as two thick fingers suddenly entered you. You screamed into his mouth, giving up on holding back as he moved his fingers in and out of you in such a fast pace that the only other thing you could hear in the room, apart from your moans, was the obscenely wet squelching sound of his fingers fucking you into oblivion. Your legs began to close instinctively, keeping his hand in place as you felt your walls tighten around his digits. You were close, so very close when he pulled out as suddenly as he’d entered you and you growled in frustration. Dean leaned away as you writhed impatiently beneath him and whined, chuckling at your tantrum.

“Dean, please! I’m sorry, okay? I swear I won’t ever let anyone else near me, just please!” You were desperate, willing to do everything and anything if it meant you could finally feel the sweet release Dean kept denying you.

“I know you won’t, darling. You just needed to learn your lesson.” Dean climbed on top of you once more and lined his cock up against your needy cunt. In one agonizingly slow movement, Dean entered you, filling you up so deliciously that you forgot how to breathe. He hissed as he felt your tight warmth envelop him completely and stayed in place for a moment. You so badly wanted to move your hips up against him but were scared that he’d want to tease you even more so you waited with bated breath for him to move. Soon, your patience was rewarded as he began thrusting in and out of you, each time pulling almost completely out of you before pushing back in. His hips set a pace that had you writing beneath him in no time, pulling at the belt still holding your wrists together, desperately trying to find a way to break free so you could touch him. Dean noticed your attempts and reached up to undo the belt. As soon as your arms were loose, your hands were on his back, nails lightly scratching at the hot skin as his thrusts turned faster and deeper. He was getting closer and closer to release and so were you. You could feel yourself tighten and your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles intertwining behind him in an attempt to pull him even closer each thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Dean whispered breathlessly in your ear and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you.

“Make me cum, baby.” Dean’s pace became sloppy and frenzied, taking you closer and closer to bliss. His cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust and before you knew it, your head was pressed back against the mattress, body seizing with your eyes rolling back and you were screaming out Dean’s name over and over again as your walls tightened around him, pulsating and squeezing until he could no longer hold back and let go. His warm seed coated your insides, and he groaned deeply. You were frozen in place for a moment, your body refusing to move as you realized you’d stopped breathing. Letting your breath out, you went completely limp and so did Dean. His body dropped on you and he rolled off, landing on his back and struggling to catch his breath.

“C’mere,” he breathed out and extended his arm so you could move yourself close to him. As you laid your head down on his chest, his arm curled around you and he pulled you closer. Without a word, he squeezed lightly on your arm and you looked up to him. He looked down at you and smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before laying his head back down. That night you slept in his arms, and from then on, you found the one place you knew you truly belonged.

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How it all Began

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: Wanda and R's first time

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral, overstimulation, cheating, choking

a/n: just want to thank the anon for putting this into my brain in the first place!

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When you got home you heard muffled voices in the distance and you figured Wanda was still up watching tv. Like many times before, you felt yourself gravitating towards her. She was on the couch watching a sitcom and her faint chuckles brought a smile to your face.

“Should have known it would be dick van dyke.”

“Hey, milaya.” She mumbled, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your father,” She sighed, shaking her head as she turned her attention back to the screen, “It doesn’t matter, I’m fine.”

She clearly wasn’t but she didn’t have to tell you what he did to make her upset. You already knew from all the times in the past with your mother. It was one of the many reasons you couldn’t fathom why he remarried in the first place. He never made time for her and it looks like he didn’t plan on changing his ways for Wanda.

You walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet to search for a red wine that you knew she enjoyed. You grabbed two glasses, popped it open, and sat beside her on the couch.

“Sleeping at the office again?” You asked, pouring a glass for each of you.

You watched as she raised it to her lips, humming as she took the first sip. Her eyes met yours, making butterflies flutter in your chest that over time you could only associate with the redhead. You decide to take a sip of your own, needing to calm your anxiety.

“It’s the fourth time this week.” She sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“How do I deserve to be treated?” She whispered.

Her eyes searched yours and you sucked in a break taking a longer sip. The words were on the tip of your tongue but you knew they should stay there, buried deep in the far corner of your mind that held space for the woman beside you.

“Tell me, please?” She asked, reaching out to hold your wrist.

Her hand was soft and grounding as it shifted to meld with your own. It gave you the courage to say what’s been on your mind since you’ve gotten to know her.

“You deserve to be treated with respect, first and foremost. You deserve someone who cares to listen to you and wants to hear about your day. Someone who doesn’t just tell you but shows you how important you are to them. You deserve to be with someone who wants to spend every moment they can with you because you make their day better and brighter.”

You paused taking a shaky breath as her green eyes held a look you couldn’t name. Her lips parted slightly but she stayed silent as you gazed at her. You were the only one who really got to see her like this, hair messy and unkept as her curls stuck out every which way. Not a single trace of makeup which you preferred, because you loved seeing her freckles paint her face.

“Not a day should go by where you aren’t told how beautiful you are.” You confessed.

Her cheeks were tinted pink and you wondered if it was because of what you said or the wine. You ducked your head, feeling heat rise to your own. The rest of the red liquid swished inside your glass and you downed it in one go needing another. Her thumb brushed over the back of your hand and you cautiously looked at her hoping you hadn’t over stepped.

“Carol is a lucky girl.” She said, finishing her wine.

“What do you mean?”

She let go of your hand and reached for the bottle. The muscles in her jaw twitched as she poured you both another glass.

“What you said just now. I hope that’s the way you treat her.” She said, but her voice was clipped as she hid her gaze in the contents of her glass.

You grew more confused as you watched her disgruntled emotions flicker across her face.

“Wanda. I’m not dating Carol.” You said, and tried to search your mind as to why the thought bothered her so much.

“You aren’t?” She asked, tilting her head. “She’s always touching you, milaya.”

“She’s a touchy person.” You countered.

“She likes you.”

You sighed knowing that was a fact but your feelings weren’t reciprocated. You were too busy being completely infatuated by the one person you could absolutely not have.

“I don’t like her, not in that way.”

“Natasha then?” She asked, tapping the side of her glass.

You tried to figure out why she all of a sudden was interested in your dating life. You didn’t expect much of a reaction when you told her what she deserved, knowing Wanda could keep her thoughts close to her chest, but you didn’t expect it to make her pry. You suddenly realized you might know the reason, and you wondered just how many other crappy men Wanda has dated in the past.

“Those words were for you, Wanda. Not anyone else.”

She pursed her lips, running her hands through her curls.

“I don’t like the way she touches you.”

She spoke so softly if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have heard it. You wondered if she even meant to say it out loud.

Your heart sped up slightly at her confession. You tried to rationalize why and figured she was just looking out for you. She was your stepmom after all, but there was something burning in the back of your mind that told you it might be more than that. Maybe you just hoped, either way you wanted to hear it from her.

“Why?” You pried and set your glass down.

Wanda copied your movements and turned to face you. She reached out to you and your stomach flipped as she cupped your cheek.

“She doesn’t respect boundaries.” She mumbled and the pads of her fingers tightened slightly.

“Are you trying to defend my honor?” You smirked.

Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head pulling away but you grabbed her wrist wanting to feel her still.

“I should be the last person trying to defend your honor.” She chuckled dryly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Y/n.” She said, standing up.

You quirked your brow and stood, blocking her exit.

“Wanda, what did you mean by that?”

You could hear her breath hitch and if you were one step closer you would have been able to feel it on your lips. The thought alone made a shiver run down your spine.

“Y/n, I-

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes flickered to your lips. You bit yours subconsciously as your eyes flickered down to hers and before you could utter a word her hand was tangled in your hair pulling you flush against her.

A moan ripped from your throat as her soft lips pressed against yours. She licked your bottom lip and you parted them needing to feel every part of her that you could. Whimpers and moans were muffled between you two as the kiss deepened and every voice that told you this was a bad idea was silenced as she explored your mouth. The faint taste of wine and something that was uniquely hers made your head spin as you tried to keep up. You’ve dreamt of this more times than you could count, but nothing could compare to the real thing. Wanda groaned breaking the kiss and her forehead met yours as you both panted to refill your lungs.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, It-

“It was a mistake.” She choked out, stepping away from you.

You nodded vigorously, trying to calm your racing heart, and took a step back as well needing more distance so you wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Yeah, a mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

“Agreed.”

You felt trapped in her stare. Completely lost in the woman before you and the lust that swam in her eyes. You knew yours reflected the same and your hands twitched wanting to reach out. She took a step forward but before she could touch you, your phone rang making her stop where she stood. You sighed looking down to see Carol’s name across the screen.

“I should - um.” You stammered and chewed your bottom lip as Wanda’s eyes hardened, looking away from you.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She mumbled and briskly walked out of the room.

You huffed sinking down onto the couch and decided to call her back later. The last thing you wanted was to pretend you felt anything other than what you did right now. It was without a doubt the best kiss of your life but it couldn’t happen again. She was married to your father, she couldn’t be yours. You chanted that mantra in your head so that your heart would accept it but it only made you feel like shit. You put your phone on silent and went to your room knowing sleep wouldn’t come easy to you tonight.

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You tossed and turned frustrated beyond belief. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t get Wanda out of your mind. You turned on the lamp, casting your room in a soft glow, and took out your phone. Notifications from Natasha and Carol stared back at you. You sighed reading as they tried to talk you into going out tonight before eventually giving up, and wishing you a good night. You sent them both back a reply and scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

You were growing restless and bored thinking it might be a good idea to try sleeping again. Just as you were about to turn off your light, your door opened revealing Wanda on the other side in nothing but her nightgown. You’ve never seen her without her robe and it left nothing to the imagination.

“Talking to Carol?” She asked, sitting down beside you on the bed.

“You really don’t like her do you?”

You tried not to focus on the way the fabric rode up her thigh and how soft her skin looked. Never in a million years would you understand how your father preferred sleeping in his office and not beside her.

“I already told you. I don’t like the way she touches you.” She said, running the pads of her fingers along your thigh. “Her hands stay glued to your body. It pisses me off.”

You swallowed thickly as her nails dug in slightly, causing a steady pulse to beat between your thighs.

“Hmm, seems like the pot calling the kettle here.”

“Maybe, but you like it when I touch you, milaya.” She said, watching as goosebumps trailed after her fingertips. “I know for a fact you don’t like it when she does, and that was before you told me you weren’t together.”

Her hand met your inner thigh and you sucked in a breath as she traced along the edges of your shorts. She licked her bottom lip, raising her hand higher and you reached out to stop her as the heat between your thighs became too much.

“Wanda. You’re not helping with the whole ‘it can’t happen again’ thing.” You whispered.

She kept it still, flexing her fingers as she raised her free hand to cup your cheek.

“I know, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about how your lips felt on mine.” She mumbled, swiping her thumb along your bottom lip.

“Neither can I.”

Your phone lit up beside you and Wanda narrowed her eyes as you reached for it.

“Leave it.”

“That would be rude.” You teased.

Wanda growled tangling her hand in your hair, and crashed her lips on yours. You moaned as she took over the kiss, nipping your bottom lip as she sucked it between her teeth. Her hand raised to your chest, pushing you down against the bed as she straddled you.

“I said, leave it.” She growled against your lips.

You nodded chasing after them, loving the sound of her whimper as you slipped your hands underneath her nightgown. Her tongue flicked against yours and you tightened your hold on her waist running them down her sides. You cupped her ass in your hands, squeezing the way you’ve always wanted and the heat between your thighs burned as she parted her lips to let out a sinful moan.

‘Fuck, detka. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” She said, kissing the side of your jaw as she trailed them down to your neck.

“How long?” You whimpered as her teeth scraped against your pulse.

“The moment we met. I touched myself to the thought of you the second your father went to sleep.”

Your breath hitched as warm heat pooled in your underwear from her confession. Her thigh slipped between your legs and you sighed at the tiny bit of relief it gave on your throbbing clit.

“You were so cute in that little black dress. All I could think about was ripping it off you,” She husked, moving her hips to thrust against you. “When you acted like a brat, all I wanted was to bend you over my knee.”

“Wanda, fuck.” You moaned, raising your hips to meet her thrusts as she sucked your lobe between her teeth.

“I came so hard, milaya. You have no idea how badly I wanted to go to your room that night and every night since.”

“I wish you would have.” You panted, as she leaned back and smirked down at you.

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t a brat because I didn’t like you. I was - I was jealous.” You huffed, biting your lip.

Wanda’s hooded eyes flickered down to the movement. Her thumb pulled it from between your teeth, and you whimpered as she pushed it past your lips and into your mouth.

“My poor, baby. Wanted me all to yourself?”

You nodded, feeling your walls clench around nothing as she pressed it against your tongue. You whined against her thumb needing her to touch you and she pulled it out, chuckling as she ran it over your lip.

‘What do you need, baby?”

“You, just - please.” You whimpered.

She lifted her thigh, sinking her hand in between to cup your center.

“You’re leaking through your shorts, baby. Get this wet for anyone else?” She asked, pushing her thumb against your clit.

“N-no.”

She hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth before lowering down to place one against your chest. She pulled down your shirt, running her lips against the swell of your breast. She smirked as you shivered and sucked hard, humming as you pushed against her hand.

“Please, Wanda.”

“Patience, babygirl. I want this off.” She said, pulling against the fabric.

You whined as her hand left your center and sat up fast ripping it off you. She pushed you back down and her lips wrapped around your pebbled nipple. She ran her tongue over it, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“So sensitive.” She teased, scraping her teeth against it before sucking hard and letting it go with a pop.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

“I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this.” She pulled your shorts down your thighs and you raised your hips, blushing as she threw them to the floor and spread your legs.

“So wet, milaya. Is this all for me?” She cooed, rubbing the wetness coating your skin.

“Yes, all for you. Please I need you.”

She chuckled brushing her fingers against your folds, teasing you as she spread them apart.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. Has that touchy little cunt ever touched you here?” She asked, circling your clit.

You moaned shaking your head as you rolled your hips.

“Don’t lie to me.” She growled, smacking your clit.

“Shit! She hasn’t I promise.” You whined.

Her hand wrapped around your throat and you whimpered as she squeezed.

“And she never will. This pussy is mine now, do you understand baby girl?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You moaned.

Her lips parted and you blushed not having time to take it back as she thrusts her fingers inside your pussy without warning.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s right, detka. Mommy wants to hear how good she’s making you feel.” She growled, curling them against your walls.

“So good.” Your head flew back as she spread them inside you, the slight sting made a high pitched moan rip from your throat as she fucked them deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

“So tight, malyshka. Mommy’s going to have so much fun stretching you out with her cock.”

You moaned chasing her fingers, the coil in your lower belly tightened and you knew you weren't going to last. The thought of her fucking you with her strap made your walls flutter and your clit twitch underneath her thumb.

“Someone likes that idea.” She smirked, twisting, and curling until she found the spot she was looking for. Your back arched as you let out a cry, and she pounded them harder, curling against the spot with every thrust.

“Mommy please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

“Go ahead, detka. Cum for mommy.” She smirked.

You had no time to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes as your walls clamped down around her fingers. You moaned her name as your body spasmed underneath her.

“So pretty when you cum.” She husked, “Mommy wants to see it again.”

You choked on your moans as she pushed another finger past your center. Tears threatened to spring from your eyes as she stretched you open, scraping her fingers against your aching walls. You pushed against her hand but she grabbed it tight, pinning it to the bed as she fucked into you harder.

“You can take it, malyshka.” She groaned. "Gonna be a good girl for me?"

“Yes, Mommy. I'll b'good."

She kissed the column of your throat, smirking as you bucked your hips uncontrollably against her.

“That’s it, fuck mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

You whimpered at her praise, digging your nails into her shoulders as tears flowed down the sides of your face. Nothing’s ever felt this good and you had a feeling nothing ever would again.

“Taking me so well, detka. You feel so good.”

“I - fuck!”

Her thumb flicked your clit, pressing hard against it as she spread your cum around the swollen nub. Wanda smirked feeling your walls tighten around her and flicked it again as you cried out.

“You want to cum for me? Gonna soak mommy’s fingers?

“Yes s’close.”

“Give mommy your cum.”

You choked on your moans running your nails down her back as she bit down hard on your neck, sucking the skin between her lips. White heat spread throughout your body as you came harder than you ever have. Your cum flowed onto her hand, running down her wrist. You whimpered as she pulled back, watching as your clit twitched and more cum dribbled out onto her fingers.

“Shit, Y/n.” She groaned, slowly pulling out only to thrust back inside as your walls twitched around her. “Your pussy's drooling, malysh. So swollen and puffy.”

She leaned down, kissing your lips chastely slowly thrusting as she moved down your body. You whimpered as she sucked your nipple, scrapping her teeth against it, making you hiss and buck as she bit down. She looked up at you through hooded eyes and you sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled out.

“Clean off your mess, detka.”

You opened your mouth as her fingers traced your bottom lip. You flushed at how drenched they were, sucking them into your mouth as you moaned at your taste. Wanda whimpered, pushing them deeper as you licked them clean.

“So good for me." She whispered, pulling them out.

She sucked marks into your flesh making her way down to your hips. You moaned as she flicked her tongue on your lower belly, and placed a soft kiss as your muscles twitched.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She hummed, spreading your thighs wide as she leaned down to kiss your clit. “all mine.”

“Mommy.”

“Hush, baby. Mommy’s got you.”

She sucked the aching nub between her lips, holding you down as you squirmed. She let it go with a pop, licking hungrily through your folds. She moaned against you, sucking your lower lips before lowering her tongue, licking against your hole.

“Mommy please, too much.” You whimpered as green eyes met yours sharply.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much, detka. Now be a good girl and fuck mommy’s face.”

You groaned as she pushed the tip of her tongue slowly inside your pussy, tightening her hold on your thighs as she sunk her entire length inside you.

“Oh shit.”

Your hands tangled in her hair as you bucked your hips, crying out as she curled her tongue. She trailed her hand up your front, cupping your breast, pinching your nipple between her fingers as she bobbed her head.

“Oh go, oh fuck.”

You lost your rhythm, thrashing your hips getting lost in the pleasure of her being between your legs. It became too much when she tugged your nipple and curled her tongue in time with your thrust. Your walls clamped down painfully and you came with a cry as she moaned against you.

You sank into the mattress, panting as sweat dripped down your brow. She pulled out slowly and you opened your eyes, whimpering as she kitten licked your pussy, drinking every last drop.

“Too much, please mommy s’too much.”

She chuckled and kissed your clit once more before crawling up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin.

“Fucking delicious, detka.”

She nipped your bottom lip, parting your lips with her tongue. You moaned tasting yourself as she deepened the kiss, lightly squeezing your throat. You tugged against her nightgown wanting it off but she smacked your hand away

“Off.” You whined.

“Is that any way to ask?” She said, quirking her brow.

“I'm sorry. Please, mommy. Let me see you.”

"Ok, malysh." She said, shifting against you as she straddled your hips. She held the fabric in her hands, slowly raising it above her head.

Your mouth watered as every inch of her was revealed and you reached out holding her sides not able to help yourself. She smirked grabbing your hand and you thought she was going to smack it away again.

"Don't pout, baby. Don't you want to touch your mommy?" She cooed.

“Yes, I want to touch you, Please mommy.”

She chuckled darkly and rose it slowly to her breast. You squeezed her flesh in your hand and your breath hitched as she let out a breathy moan. Her hips rocked against you, and your mouth grew dry feeling her wetness spread over your mound.

"So wet." You whispered.

"I'm always wet for you detka." She moaned.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she grabbed your other hand lowering it between her thighs. She raised slightly and you cupped her center feeling exactly how wet she was as she leaked into the palm of your hand.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting to do to me.” She husked.

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and glided your fingers through her drenched folds.

"Don't make me wait. I've waited long enough."

The needy whimper that fell from your lips made your cheeks flush, and you sank two fingers inside her center. Your moans blended together as you pushed in deeper, twisting them to feel every inch of her. You could have came from the feeling alone.

“Mmm, fuck detka.”

You clenched your thighs, as she looked down at you with hooded eyes. You thrust deep, in awe as her head flew back.

"Fuck." You choked out.

You sat up suddenly, wanting to fuck her like you've been wanting to, and flipped her around pushing her back against the mattress. Her gasp was cut off by a throaty moan as you added another finger, curling them as you fucked them hard inside of her. Her walls fluttered and you leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as your thumb met her clit. She raised her hips pushing you in deeper and you bit her bottom lip pulling away as she grabbed your throat.

“Just like that, malyshka. Fuck mommy.”

You doubled your efforts, wrapping her leg around your waist as she rolled her hips faster and scrunched her face in pleasure. You almost couldn’t believe you were seeing her like this. You watched mesmerized as her breasts bounced with every thrust you made and your walls clamped painfully around nothing as she raised her hand to touch them. Her nipple rested between her fingers as she pinched and pulled, as you pounded into her with everything you had.

“Shit, so good, fuck.”

You twisted your fingers smirking when you pressed against her walls making her cry out as you found the spot that reduced her to nothing but moans. Her grip on your throat fell to your shoulder as her walls tightened and fluttered around you.

“You gonna cum for me mommy? Cum on your babygirls fingers?"

“Yes, don’t stop. Harder detka. Fuck mommy harder.”

You leaned down kissing her flushed chest as her hips lost their rhythm. You ignored the strain in your muscles and pounded harder inside her as guttural moans ripped from her throat. Your name fell from her lips in a chant and you watched completely spellbound as her face twisted and she came with a cry on her lips. You slowed down your thrust but kept them hard, loving the way her breath hitched.

“Shit, detka.” She panted, pushing against your wrist.

“That good?” You smirked.

She narrowed her eyes playfully and smacked your ass.

“Yes, Y/n. That good.”

You cupped her breast loving the weight of them in your hands. She smiled up at you as you bit your lip and swiped your thumb softly against the hard nub.

"Will you stay?" You whispered.

"Yes, detka. We have all night." She said, grabbing your hips.

“Technically we have all morning too. He won’t be back until noon.”

“Hmmm, if we’re lucky he’ll choose to sleep in the office again.” She smirked, moving you against her in a steady rhythm. You sucked in a breath when your clit dragged against her stomach.

"Mommy, no more." You gasped.

“Don’t be like that, baby. Mommy wants to play with you some more.”

“I’m still sensitive.”

“I don’t care. I’m not done with you yet.”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you down into a soft kiss. You pulled back in a daze, slowly thrusting your hips as she moved her lips against yours.

“Remind me, detka. Were you talking to Carol or Natasha when you said you wanted to be fucked until you couldn’t walk?”

“How did you-

“You leave your door open when you’re on the phone. Now be a good girl, and ride mommy’s fingers.” She growled, sinking three fingers into your twitching heat.

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a/n: sigh. I love stepmom Wanda sm. Hope you enjoyed it!

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