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rotzaprachim · 7 months
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I’ll refrain from posting more at the moment - although horrifically I’m kind of tied to the phone as I wait for more news to come in- but I had a long and very cathartic talk with another leftist Jewish friend today where we talked about how one of the personal fallouts is that we now have to live in a world where we know that plenty of the people we knew, followed on social media or in real life, or else judged reliable commentators turned out to be people who would gladly post and cheer about the deaths of hundreds Jews. Now we know, and we can never go back to not knowing. We don’t live in that world anymore. There are further thoughts on how sexual violence has been covered, but frankly I don’t feel comfortable posting those to tumblr.
As Jewish leftists this hits in particular ways due to the fact that, while many Jews are leftists, there are always community members or sentiments that we’re hitching our cart to the wrong horse, supporting broader goysiche left wing movements that would never come through for us as the source of our liberation, and it’s a painful betrayal of the highest order to watch those people be in any way proven right. Some people - many people - currently in the depths of rageposting violent deaths have already returned to fandom posting, or whatever, but the response from people we might have considered as friends and from broader nations and communities we might have considered our own is something we can never forget and are going to have to live with forever.
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wanduhhh · 2 years
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L’Amour Looks Something Like You
Wanda/Reader (18+)
Chapter 5: The Disbelieving Angel👼
A/N: this took weeks to force myself to update my mind is torturous. Idk if there will be any more chapters after this one, unless I find inspo/anyone has any inspo for me x thank you for reading!
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Peeling the duvet off your body as quietly as possible you attempted to get out of bed without waking Wanda. You had looked down and noticed red marks all over the top of Wanda’s collarbone, no doubt trailing lower. You couldn’t imagine having to have a conversation with the redhead, whilst looking at the marks you had covered her body in. Bending slightly you grabbed last nights outfit and clutched it to your bare form; trying to preserve what dignity you had left.
You successfully left the bed and tiptoed towards the door, wincing every time you heard a creak. Pulling the door open as slowly as you possibly could- yet you were unable to stop the resounding creak it made. “Fuck” you muttered to yourself as you cursed the old wooden doors, the shuffling on the bed behind you told you that Wanda had woken up.
“You know the walk of shame doesn’t work as well when you live in the same house right” you rolled your eyes and turned round. “I was Not doing the walk of shame I just uh, have to pee” god you didn’t even believe yourself. You burned holes in the duvet as you refused to meet Wanda’s inquisitive eyes. From your peripheral you could spot her slight smirk and you felt infuriated that she was still so relaxed.
“I’m going back to sleep, I’ll just let you go wallow. Good luck covering those up by the way” your hand flew up to hold your neck, as if holding the marks would make them disappear. With that Wanda threw the covers back over her head and you walked out the door dumbfounded.
You spent the day in your room, confused and frustrated. Running downstairs to grab something for lunch became a covert mission.
Despite living in the same building as the woman you had managed to avoid her for a full day, but the fact that she had also avoided you didn’t slip your mind. The lack of her usual musical presence left the house feeling dull. You missed watching her dance to Kate Bush as she cooked dinner, always humming along. Your quiet pining had consumed you.
You knew this defiant avoidance was futile and you knew just the person to give you the kick up the ass you desperately needed.
“You look like shit” crackled through your phone speaker, “thanks Lena, hello to you too”. As nice as it was to see her through the screen, you wanted nothing more than a bone-crushing hug; you didn’t tell that to her cocky face though. “So what have you been doing whilst I’ve been gone, or should I say who have you been doing” you felt her eyes flicker down to the marks over your throat, and for the second time today your hands reached up to cover them. “Shut it Lena, it’s such a weird situation and I can’t avoid it because she’s literally in the room next door-“ “wait wait wait, you and witchy?” You knew you shouldn’t have opened your mouth.
“I mean I knew it would happen but just not so fast. What about her AI boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes at the thought, “haven’t seen much of him in a while, not that I’m complaining”. It felt good to be able to vent to someone, and the screen between you made you miss Yelena more than you thought you would. When you had to say bye to each other you sniffled and told Yelena it was hay-fever.
Talking through everything with your friend made you feel a bit more ready to face Wanda and talk like adults. It forced you to acknowledge how stupid the two of you were being, avoidance had been the default for so long.
You hopped up with momentum, knowing now that you were ready to face this and force Wanda to face it too if that’s what it took.
When you pushed open Wanda’s bedroom door you found her where you left her that morning, duvet over her head with red curly hair poking out the top. It only added to your confidence.
You went over and peeled the covers back, lightly chuckling at Wanda’s scrunched up nose when the light met her eyes and then you got in and pulled the duvet over both of you. The confusion you were expecting was non existent as Wanda scooted closer to you, pulling your arm over her bare waist and shuffling against you til she was comfy. Breathing a sleepy “took you long enough” before you both let yourself fall into a happy nap.
You woke up a few hours later to the feeling of soft fingertips tracing the length of your nose, hearing a quiet chuckle each time it made your nose twitch. You let your face break into a sleepy grin, not yet opening your eyes. Wanda smiled down at you and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your Cupid’s bow. So soft that you almost believed you had imagined it.
“Good morning sleepy” floated through your ears as you lay with eyes closed, you knew if you opened them you’d be met with a blinding grin and eyes that would render you speechless. You let yourself bask in the soft moment without overwhelming yourself. Grunting lightly to tell Wanda you were indeed awake, peeking one eye open to be met with a smiling Wanda.
“Hey” you had both decided to stay whispering, buried under the darkness of the duvet immersing yourselves in the bubble you had created. “Hey” she spoke back, nuzzling her nose against yours gently. It was sickeningly sweet. “So we’re doing this?” Wanda questioned you, despite the seriousness of her question you both remained smiling. Letting yourself kiss her soft lips quickly before nodding, you were indeed doing this.
“Just is now? No one else?” Wanda’s pointed tone had your mind flicking back to grinding against Natasha and then again to hearing Wanda with Vision’s name on her tongue. It caused you to since slightly, willing the memories away. “Just us” you have her another kiss to seal the deal. She mumbled “good” against your lips, eyebrows drawn together and you knew she was thinking the same thing you had just shooed out of your brain.
It was nighttime before you both managed to peel yourselves out of the cocoon, only because Wanda’s stomach rumbled loud enough that it had you both giggling into each other’s hair.
You sat at the kitchen island watching Wanda cook for you both. Swaying as she stirred, one of your shirts resting just on the swell of her ass. Your heart ached in that moment when you thought of all the days you had watched her dance alone rather than spin her under your arm. It had you desperately scraping your chair away and rushing to pull her into your arms. She furrowed her brows at the intensity but let you kiss her senseless.
Your days were blissful with the redhead, late nights drinking wine and giggling, days spent drawing together as you lay on the grass in the backyard. Wanda would make you daisy chains and kiss every new freckle she saw on your sun kissed skin. It was as if nothing; and everything had changed.
As sweet as Wanda was you got to experience more of her fiery side in the weeks you spent adjusting to life as a couple. Little arguments between you would spark a fire in Wanda’s eyes. Head tilting, eyebrow lifting slightly. Although it meant some nights you’d be sent to sleep alone, it did nothing but enamour you more.
You loved Wanda so wholeheartedly the more you got to know every aspect of her. And when she would slip into the cold bed behind you in the middle of the night, shuffling her arm underneath you whilst whispering how she was still mad; you loved her even more.
Wanda would leave you little notes around the house, sometimes reminding you to brush your teeth when you were having a bad day, mostly reminding you just how much she loved you.
You had weekly FaceTime dates with Yelena, where you would prob the laptop on the table and you and Wanda would squeeze together on the sofa and ask Yelena all about her travels. She said seeing you so in love together made her equally queasy and homesick.
You hadn’t had sex in months, yet you had made love almost every day. Never growing tired of the way Wanda fell apart under your mouth and your hands. There were times when slow passion wasn’t enough for Wanda, especially when she felt she had to remind you exactly who you belonged to.
Most notably the Halloween party you and Wanda had decided to host. The thought of letting people into the bubble you had been living in scared you, but Wanda’s excitement about couples costumes more than made up for it. She had decided that you would go as an angel and a demon, and despite your protests that you were the true angel out of the two of you, Wanda stood before you in a white slip on with golden wings attached to her back.
You were in a tight black dress, small red horns on the top of your head. You felt ridiculous until Wanda’s eyes devoured you, honing in on the skin between the dress and the tops of your thigh high boots. The costumes were definitely worth it.
Wanda had invited all of her friends and knowing Natasha would be there made you a little nervous, mostly in anticipation of how Wanda would react to seeing the two of you in the same room again. You wondered just how angelic she would be throughout the night.
When Natasha arrived, dressed in a latex suit claiming to be an assassin for the night it had you gulping air. Not because you were overcome with lust, rather because you anticipated how Wanda would react to seeing you so much as say hello to the other redhead. Wanda was on your side from then like a magnet. Barely parting to refill a drink. It should have overwhelmed you, you should’ve been offended at the lack of trust in you; but you kissed her.
You welcomed the way her arms wrapped around you in a vice grip and every time she met your lips with her own, you kissed her back twice as hard.
A few hours into the night you and Natasha had smoothed over the awkwardness, falling into an easy conversation about baby Yelena. Deciding you needed Yelena’s input you FaceTimed her, you and Natasha squishing together to fit in the frame as you all laughed. Wanda sipped her drink bitterly, watching as you were too close to Natasha for her liking.
The sweet wine in Wanda’s cup was gulped down in one, stood across the room back against the wall openly glaring at Natasha. “Her red, cool it down your cheeks are starting to match your hair” Carol mumbled beside the seething redhead, playfully poking her side.
“Shut it Danvers, look at her she basically has her tongue down y/n’s throat” Carol chuckled at that, Wanda always one for hyperboles. “Wands she has an arm round her shoulder, if you’re so bothered go stake your claim” Carol emphasised her sentence by banging her scythe on the ground. Love advice from the grim reaper, only seemed right.
However, when she watched Wanda walk over and drag you to the stairs by the arm, she realised her mistake. “Ummm what happened there?” Yelena’s delayed response came from the phone, cutting through the silence of the room. “I uh- may have encouraged Wanda to ‘claim’ y/n” Natasha rolled her eyes, “so you told them to go fuck upstairs?”.
“I told them to go fuck upstairs”.
Despite frantically asking Wanda what was wrong as she marched you to your bedroom, she refused to reply even once. Taking 2 steps at a time, wings and tits bouncing in sync with the power in her steps. When she got you close enough to the bed she threw you onto it, straddling you in one swoop.
Although you were confused, you were more distracted now. Wanda was wearing white garters, clipped together with a love heart on each thigh, your mouth was watering at the way they stretched over her inner thighs.
The juxtaposition of Wanda’s angelic appearance and the devilish way she wrapped her hand around your throat was not lost on you. You thought then that the Halloween costumes should have been reversed.
“Do you act like a slut for everyone baby?, or just redheads” although she posed it as a question you knew better than to answer. Cowering under the way she smirked down at you, “hmm too dumb to speak are we? That’s okay dumb baby. You won’t need to use your brain just now anyway. Just that pretty mouth”.
With finality she pushed you flat on your back and lifted herself to hover above your head. Your eyes met her lacy white panties, able to see how wet they were already just from her taking charge. You desperately arched your head forward and whined at the way she held you back by your hair. “Please Wanda, please let me make you feel good” she was still a sucker for your doe eyes.
She lowered herself onto your waiting mouth, your tongue immediately lapping at her through her underwear. Trying your best to wordlessly convince her to remove the panties so you could properly taste her.
She lasted 2 whole minutes before giving in, slipping a shaky hand down to pull her panties to the side. Before letting you delve in however, she held you by the hair and looked down into your eyes. “You’re going to make me cum and then you are going to behave yourself, got it?” Before you could reply she sat her weight down onto your open mouth. Letting out a moan that you knew floated downstairs.
You pushed your tongue inside her and moaned at how good she tasted, how warm she was. Wanda had her hands wound into your hair, rutting against your mouth and taking the pleasure she needed. Her halo bounced vigorously with each movement, of all the angels you still thought Wanda was the sweetest.
When her hips stuttered against your mouth and you felt yourself swallowing down all she had to offer, she let herself flop beside you. Halo squint and a lazy smirk on her face. You rolled over and kissed her, licking into her mouth and chuckling when you heard her moan at her own taste.
“I love you Wanda” you knew she knew this, knew it by the way you had her coffee order memorised. Knew it in the way you never ran her a bath if she didn’t have a bath bomb, knew it in the way you brushed out every knot in her hair after a long day of work. But when you said it, it didn’t fail to make her tear up. “I love you so much” she whispered against your nose.
You helped her up a minute later, shuffling her panties back into place and straightening her garters. Kissing her over the top of her panties just to watch her breath hitch. You fluffed out her wings and tamed her curls, lightly pinching her red cheeks and leading her back to the party by her hand.
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rabidremedy · 1 year
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loml · 11 months
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i feel so overstimulated when it comes to taylor right now. like there are so many things to process all the time right now. tour info/photos/videos left and right. the matty situation. a collab with the artist who matty was racist towards. more midnights editions. “you asked for it, we listened.” zero accountability, zero acknowledgement of any of the stuff so many of us are actually concerned about.
and now i’m like, how can i reconcile this as someone who does their best to be an ally and an active anti-racist with the part of me that has been a swiftie for 15 years, literally more than half of my life?? i was in the trenches for years for this woman and you can call it para-social or whatever, but i feel made out to be such a fool for allowing myself to fall what seems to be just some grand con. falling for what appears to be just an extreme case of performative-ism to where this woman has seemingly led us to believe she had morals that somewhat aligned with ours.
but at the end of the day, it’s more important to me to stand behind the people and groups who are affected/hurt by the things matty has done. my love for taylor used to outweigh a lot, but i physically cannot let it outweigh this apparent display of complacency, out-of-touch-ness, and lack of awareness, care, and thought. and no matter how hurt i feel having to come to terms with the fact that i likely will need to distance myself from taylor, i know that it will never compare to the hurt that matty and taylor’s behavior has caused from his racism and her complacency.
it’s a confusing time. i can’t just start hating her. but i also don’t ever want to support people like this and i want to hold true to my morals. you can call it para-social but taylor was a huge part of my life, my childhood. i and so many others grew up with her. she is one of the few connections i have left with my late father. and i never thought i would outgrow her but here we are.
this just isn’t something that i, personally, can forgive. and i don’t think i will ever view taylor the same way again.
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meathounding · 1 year
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petition to stay on secret blogs forever
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sophisticatedswifts · 2 years
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I wish people from other countries would stop placing the blame on American citizens. There is nothing we can do. We’re heartbroken and terrified and angry, and our hands are tied. We know this isn’t normal. We know things shouldn’t be this way. We know other countries aren’t like this. Please don’t remind us. We’re aware, we’re just not the ones with the power to change anything so it does nothing but make us feel hopeless and miserable.
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sivsii · 4 months
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also we fucked up as a society the moment we started telling teens and aspiring artists to conflate being an artist with building a brand as if the two things are inextricable. the name of the game if you want to share your art is to work a job and sell yourself as aesthetizied content. back in my day we could just POST SHIT. to deviantart! what the fuck!
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badolmen · 4 months
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emotinalsupportturtle · 5 months
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David Tennant being a lifelong Doctor Who fan who was inspired by the show to act, becoming the Doctor and Ncuti Gatwa who watched David Tennant and was inspired to act, playing the Doctor opposite David’s Doctor is the most beautiful thing
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blugrlgroup · 5 months
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It just doesn’t make any sense to me
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charlotlie · 9 months
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bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM
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wanduhhh · 2 years
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Gentle Angel🧚‍♀️: We Can’t [oneshot]
18+: smut, full mommy issues, strap-on, etc
AN: hi hi I miss my We Can’t Wanda and had to write a little one-shot of her looking after R. Missing mommy Wanda hours x
Read We Can’t here
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Life with Wanda and the twins turned out to be everything you ever wanted, without ever knowing it. Following a toxic custody battle with Vision, Wanda was granted full custody of the boys. It had been decided pretty early on that the two of you would be finding somewhere together for the next chapter. You wound up in a nice little apartment big enough for the four of you, and different enough from the cookie cutter house this had all began in.
Ending up in a relationship where you had to play the role of a caregiver had been a lot to adjust to, but most of your days were filled with dancing, laughter and music. You never felt more grateful than weeknights when you and Wanda cuddled up on the sofa with a sleeping baby in each of your arms. The stars had aligned to give you this life.
But the responsibility had its drawbacks. You felt forced to mature quicker than your natural progression had allowed. Chores and sleepless nights weighing heavily on your shoulders. There was also a big adjustment period between you and Wanda. Your relationship had started off with fucking every chance you got and spending your days planning when you could touch each other next. Now your days with the redhead were spent doing laundry and splitting the twins’ bedtime routine between the two of you.
You couldn’t help but feel that part of the spark between you had been lost under the toll of adulthood. You were still utterly infatuated with the woman, time just wasn’t on your side. Every chance you took to try and be close to the woman, something seemed to part you.
“Mmm that feels so nice baby, I’ve missed your mouth on me” you had woken Wanda up with your mouth on her breasts. Suckling lightly, that morning you had an overwhelming urge to be near the redhead. Having awoken from a dream where your relationship was falling apart, you felt tears on your cheeks. The only thing you could think of in the moment to calm yourself, was seeking out comfort from a sleeping Wanda. When you latched on, her hand had wound it’s way into your hair, scratching your scalp, oozing comfort even in her sleeping state. What had roused her from her sleep was your incessant grinding on her thigh.
You lay practically on top of her and as both of your thighs slipped on either side of one of hers, you let out a low moan at the unexpected bolt of pleasure. You told yourself you were only getting comfy, but each time you wriggled; Wanda’s thigh rubbed against you so nicely that it had you breathless. Your breath was coming out in muffled pants through your nose, mouth pressed against Wanda’s breast so hard that your nose was squished up. That coupled with your non stop wriggling had you sweating and so needy.
Wanda lay there eyes closed, content just to let you find the comfort you needed. But your desperation was spiking so bad that she could feel the effects seeping through her own body. “Slow down little one, mommy’s here I’m not going anywhere” you let your eyes lift to meet hers and she cooed at the tears shining in your doe eyes. “Baby, it’s okay I’m here as long as you need me” you let your tears roll down your cheeks and suckled harder.
Your gripping was getting tighter and Wanda let out a little wince as your mouth didn’t let up on her breasts, even for a breath. She gently pulled your head away from her chest and was met with your whines of protest, “I know bunny, but you need to slow down. Tell me what’s wrong” you tried to ignore her question and move your head closer to her chest again, but her hands prevented you.
You let out a sigh of frustration knowing what you needed but not how to vocalise it. “Mommy I just- I” your lip trembled with the pressure you felt and you longed for Wanda to know exactly what you needed without you having to say it. “Yes baby, just tell mommy what you need”. You closed your eyes and mumbled “just want looked after” before nuzzling closer to Wanda’s chest once more. This time she didn’t stop you and instead sighed when your mouth found her nipple.
Events like that morning had begun to appear more often between you and Wanda. Days when you felt so desperate for all of her attention, when you wanted to focus on nothing but the taste of Wanda and not the fact that you had so many things to do that day. You often found yourself trying to show Wanda what you needed physically rather than verbally, a mental block seemingly preventing you from just talking to your girlfriend. You were finding it hard to share any of her time and attention, growing needier when the boys’ wouldn’t go to sleep easily most nights. It was pathetic.
It reached breaking point on a random Thursday evening. Wanda had been working all day and you had been looking after the boys, passively skimming through your phone as they napped, focused only on how badly you missed Wanda. When she came home and immediately passed you by to go see the boys, you felt tears rolling down your cheeks before you could even process it.
You were wracked with the guilt of being jealous of Wanda focusing her attention on her literal children, but you just missed her so bad. She nursed both boys in their room and you let yourself lay on the sofa feeling sorry for yourself. When she came downstairs to see your red tear stained cheeks and your quivering lip her heart broke. She came over to you, immediately picking you up and placing you on her lap.
“Please tell me what’s wrong sweet girl, I don’t like you feeling like this” she rocked you side to side as you buried your face further into her neck. Her persistent questions had you eventually whispering into her ear, “I miss you mommy”, so quiet she almost didn’t catch it. Your little voice sounded so unsure that Wanda felt tears rising in her own eyes, mentally cursing herself for not being attentive enough.
“I guess mommy hasn’t been paying enough attention to you lately has she baby?” Wanda spoke softly into your hair, still rocking you all the while. “No mommy” she let out a light chuckle as she practically heard the pout in your words, “well let’s fix that bunny. How would you like to be taken care of tonight?” You grew hot immediately at the thought of getting to choose how your night would go, and you had a pretty good idea of what would make you feel better.
That’s how you found yourself happily hopping downstairs a little while later with your favourite strap in hand. “Bunnies don’t use their hands like that silly” Wanda sat on the sofa facing you, legs spread as wide as they could go, reclined back with a wine in hand. “Go on baby, in your mouth and hop over to mommy” you giggled at the silly request but allowed your teeth to grasp the black straps, and you hopped right over to Wanda’s lap. She squeezed your red cheeks between her hands and told you to slide the strap up her legs. You did just that and obediently kneeled in front of your mommy, waiting for the next instruction.
“Okay little bunny, get mommy’s cock nice and wet so it hurts less when you ride it for me” your mouth was watering just at the thought so you wasted no time before your lips wrapped around the silicone cock. You tried your best to get as much of it down your throat as you could, but you found yourself only able to get about halfway before you were gagging. Frustrated tears leaked out of your eyes and all Wanda did was chuckle and say “we have to train that throat of yours a bit more bunny”.
When she was satisfied with how wet you and the strap had gotten, she lifted you to her lap by your underarms and settled you above the soaked strap. “Good job baby, you’re such a good girl for mommy. Now make yourself cum” you immediately began to protest “but m-“ the older woman cut you off immediately, “ah ah baby. Do what mommy says first and then she’ll take very good care of you”.
You pouted but it didn’t change Wanda’s mind so your new plan was to tease her enough til she snapped and fucked you the way you wanted. You raised yourself above the strap and lined it up with yourself, sliding down it slowly and biting your lip as you let your eyes close. You let out a moan at the feeing, and maybe you exaggerated for teasing purposes but Wanda was eating it up. You let yourself bounce on the strap just a little, delighting in every sharp intake of breath you heard from Wanda. She was so close to snapping she just didn’t know it yet.
It was when you began to really ride her that she felt her resolve slip, you lifting your hands to squeeze your own breasts was the last straw. “Okay baby, I think you’ve had enough of your own fun. Time for mommy to have some fun of her own” she tapped your thigh twice and signalled for you to get on the couch beside her. You whined at the emptiness when you lifted yourself off of her lap, but you didn’t have long to dwell on it because the second you lay down she had your legs round her waist and the strap buried inside you to the hilt.
She fucked it into you so hard that you were whining with every thrust, “mommy too- uh too hard” she shushed your with a finger on your lips and you took the chance to suck her fingers into your lonely mouth. “Oh does my poor little baby need something to suck hmm?” She cooed at you and you moaned around her fingers, nodding at her vigorously as you drooled. She lifted her breasts towards your mouth and you immediately latched on.
You felt so full, with Wanda’s milk trickling down your throat and her cock buried so deep in you that you could see a small bulge in your stomach. Your mind could focus on nothing other than how good your mommy was looking after you, and this was exactly what you had been craving. Wanda kept this up until you were babbling round her breasts about how close you were, when she doubled down on her thrusts until you were left moaning with wetness dripping down your thighs. She stayed inside you a little longer, enjoying the moment and then pulled away to give you a breather.
Panting against your neck, “was that what you needed bunny” you nodded against her neck, nuzzling in and smelling her hair. Feeling so content and full of Wanda. “Mommy won’t leave you waiting that long again love, need to keep my baby happy always” she kissed your neck between her words. You could have fallen asleep then and there.
However, Wanda had other plans as she flipped you round to have you on top of her. “You still have to show mommy you know how to make yourself cum baby” tapping the side of your thigh to get you to start moving. You anticipated the soreness between your legs tomorrow, but for now you were so content to have Wanda all to yourself. So grateful to this beautiful woman who loved you so wholly.
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bubblesthecow · 5 months
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The thing that I love the most about Doctor Who is that it’s just SOOOOOO bad. It’s awful. It’s dreadful. It’s cheesy and stupid and terrible. It has dialogue like “I am the beep of all the meeps!” It’s truly the most embarrassing cringeworthy thing you’ve ever seen. It’s been that way for 60 years. It’s gonna be that way for another 60. It doesn’t matter what kind of budget or fan base they receive. It’s always gonna be this stupid.
I love it so fucking much.
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kenslilove · 8 months
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arlong’s fingers are perfect 🫶
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We’re not going back down this path. I just woke up.
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lo-andbehold · 7 months
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A callout post (it’s me I’m calling myself out)
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dinnerbagart · 29 days
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Cue Murders by Miracle Musical 3:00
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