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wndaswife · 2 years ago

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matriarchal disturbance | wanda maximoff & fem!reader

Iryna Maximoff pays her daughter a visit, and Wanda must learn to balance living with her ever-complicated mother while navigating her rocky relationship with you, her stepdaughter.

Word count: 14 615

Tags: smut, angst, fluff, family issues, infidelity, age gap, strap-ons, cunnilingus, spanking, hair-pulling, praise, degradation, slight cnc, impact play, mention of somnophilia, mommy kink, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

You sped down the stairs and slung your backpack over your shoulder, hoping to avoid your dad and stepmother on the way out. The rapid padding of your feet prompted Wanda to force herself out of her husband’s arms as you passed the kitchen.

“Y/N?” she called out, listening close to how you walked over to the front door. Wanda rounded Vision and headed over to you. You were leaned over, pulling your shoes on with a backpack hanging from your shoulder. Wringing her hands around the dish towel she was holding, Wanda asks, “Are you going somewhere?”

You stalled with some stuttered hesitation in hopes of leaving and talking with your stepmother as little as possible. But you watched the way she stayed planted in front of you and you still had another shoelace to tie. “Yeah, going out, forgot to tell dad,” you answered finally.

“I can drive you if you’d like. Vis can finish making dinner,” she offered, and you saw her playing with her fingers when you looked up slightly from beyond your eyebrows. She was always trying to make some excuse to spend time with you. But you wouldn’t let her. Not unless you were forced.

The afternoon could be recalled as clearly as if it were yesterday. Months of getting close with your dad’s new girlfriend, gentle caresses and passing longing glances, excuses to get each other alone, delicate kisses exchanged, vows of love, all tossed away as delusion the moment her engagement to your dad was announced. He had his hand on her knee, Wanda’s hands wringing around uncomfortably in her lap as she anticipated your answer.

Suddenly, you had no idea what to do with all the months you spent loving Wanda. She lost her virginity when she was sixteen to a senior at the back of his truck. She won a spelling bee contest when she was ten. She broke one of her ribs once when she was a young child hanging out of her father’s moving car.

What were you to do with knowledge like that?

Information about her that you held close to your heart for whatever reason, a pride you felt in knowing her and having been able to watch her face as she recalled stories of her life. She was once a grand and beautiful constellation, each day spent with her discovering one of the many stars she was made of.

She made you feel and look like a fool — a lovesick puppy blinded by the thrill of first love. You hated her for it, and you hated her all the more when she made those pathetic attempts to make it up to you.

“I’m walking,” you told her and straightened to take your sweater from the coat rack.

“Walking? Is it far?”

Hoping that your brief response would suffice, you answered, “No.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed on.

“Wanda, I told you — I’m walking,” you repeated, meeting her eyes. She nodded and stepped to the side to let you open the front door. The stability of her relationship with you was precarious and she wouldn’t think twice before yielding to maintain what closeness she had left with you after her marriage to your father.

You didn’t believe there was much, if any at all, but you imagined that Wanda liked to hold onto the idea that there was.

Before you could step off the porch and finally make some space between you and home, Wanda called from behind you and asked if you were planning on being back home before dinner. You replied with something vague for you didn’t feel like thinking about when you wanted to be home, and you didn’t want to give your stepmother the benefit of knowing your plans.

Pretending to be content in spite of her lack of a role in your personal life, Wanda refrained from asking anything else and let you go without another word.

Several days ago, Vision suggested that you start calling Wanda something along the lines of ‘mom.’ Your father had initially argued against your refusal, insisting that it was time you started behaving maturely rather than acting like a rebellious teenager. Wanda was quick to defend you, but you were already cutting your meal short, heading to the sink to wash your dishes before going out for a drive.

Even if you had stayed seated while Wanda vouched for you, she was convinced you wouldn’t have been listening anyways. You hardly responded to her when she spoke to you, you didn’t even look up. Typically, it took urging from your father to even get her messages across.

Dinner was dull when you didn’t come home later that night. Things normally were when it was only her and Vision at home. Interaction between you and your stepmother was scarce, but knowing that you were home, having you for meals and seeing you occasionally when you came downstairs brought Wanda great deals of joy and comfort. She loved it when you were home from school.

It never crossed her mind how you interpreted her attempts at becoming close with you again, for she always had faith that you’d warm up to her eventually. She knew she had hurt you when she married Vision though she’d been dating him for months prior to the marriage. But she believed that what the two of you had was special.

You were one of the reasons she felt assured in the decision to marry Vision. Things would be different, but she’d always have you. Wanda strongly believed that although things couldn’t return to precisely what used to be before her engagement, it would take a bit of effort to eventually return to the trust and affinity the two of you used to have for each other.

She hadn’t meant to lose you in marrying your father, and she wasn’t planning on it. She promised to herself to be a good stepmother, although she felt lost at times without a maternal figure to rely on for an example of how to provide for you as you needed.

These days, Wanda thought of Iryna a lot more than she used to. In her failures to earn your affection, she worried she was becoming more and more like her own mother. She had no one to ask advice from and in spite of her tumultuous childhood, Wanda caught herself wishing she had the kind of relationship with her mother in which she could simply call her and ask her for help.

Iryna and her daughter talked a few times perhaps every three months. Their communication was irregular and when they did talk, phone calls would consist of Iryna asking a few obligatory questions about Wanda’s life and listening to answers she didn’t truly care about hearing before the topic was swiftly changed to Pietro, Wanda’s twin brother.

Pietro was part of a travelling soccer team, having firstly started his soccer practices for a few hours after school when he and Wanda were only children, and was now making his way towards his dream of earning a spot with his team representing their home country in the Olympics. He and Wanda texted a lot more regularly than she and Iryna, and unlike their mother, Pietro attended Wanda and Vision’s wedding a few months ago.

They were close, and it was only different paths of life that put space between them. Even so, the distance was merely physical as the twins continued to maintain their close connection.

Though they had a strong bond, Wanda truly found herself rather bored listening to her mother drone on about how successful Pietro was in his most recent games, listening to all the countries he’d been travelling to and the games she attended. She’d heard it all from him anyways, but what was more was that Iryna travelled around the world to see Pietro, a total of seven different countries to watch his games and spend time with her favourite child, yet could not even bother to attend her daughter’s wedding.

Wanda was once a favourite of her father before he passed when they were young, and it was no secret that Pietro was always mama’s favourite, even after there became only one parent to share between the both of them. In spite of how the two of them knew Iryna favoured her son over her daughter, any and all of Wanda’s conflicted feelings had always been directed towards her mother rather than towards Pietro. It was miraculous, in a way, that they’d maintained such a close relationship over the years. But Wanda loved Pietro as he did her. It was only her mother that made her feel heaps of unease and burrowed in her years of unresolved insecurities.

Sitting in the living room with a movie playing on the television though she wasn’t entirely paying attention to it, Wanda wondered about what you were doing. When putting on the movie that was currently only being partially-watched, Wanda hoped she’d be able to catch you coming in to make sure you got home safe. She supposed you were seeing your friends, which you were, but she wondered about what you might be doing with them.

Was it cold out? Did you end up wearing that sweater you brought with you? Would you be back tonight or tomorrow? She wanted to text you something brief asking how you were, but if you wouldn’t have a conversation with her the next time you were home about how you didn’t like for her to be pushy with you, you wouldn’t respond to her text at all, which likely would’ve made her even more worried.

Her head perked up from her phone when a knock came at the door. She checked the time on her cellphone — it was ten-forty in the evening — before setting it down and heading to the front door and opening it.

Where Wanda expected to see you waiting on the porch stood her mother instead, the handles of two travel luggages in each hand. She felt a strange mix of dread and a kind of frozen pause that came over her body, making her unsure how to react aside from blinking at her mother with parted lips in disbelief.

“Aren’t you going to take my bags?” Iryna asked, urging them forward.

“O-Oh, yes,” Wanda stuttered, leaning down to take them by their handles. She wheeled them towards her then lifted them up into the front foyer.

Sighing, her mother stepped into the house. “Mannerless child,” she bit passively as she looked around at the house and the living room.

Wanda asked, “Mama, what are you doing here?” She locked the front door and turned to her mother who continued to survey the house with a great deal of scrutiny.

“A mother can’t visit her own child?”

Playing with her fingers in front of her stomach, Wanda said quietly, “You didn’t even come to my wedding, mama. You want to visit me now?”

“Yes,” Iryna answered, looking at her daughter with her head tipped upwards slightly. “You’d like me to leave, then? Give me my bags.”

Wanda blurted out a ‘no,’ before she stepped towards Iryna and let go of the bags. “I’m happy that you’re here, mama. I really am.” She wrapped her arms around her mother’s shoulders and gave her a hug.

Her mother was never one for physical affection, though Wanda always was; it was one of the reasons she loved how close she was with you before — you were equally as physically affectionate with her. Wanda missed it. It didn’t feel nearly the same with Vision.

In all honesty, she’d never loved being touched and hugged by anyone as much as she did with you. It was a strangely specific preference, but you always made her feel like you wanted only to be close with her when you held her hand or kissed her cheek.

To be wanted like that… It felt amazing. She’d only ever felt it with you. She only ever had a place when she was with you.

She pulled away and smiled at her mother. “How is Pietro?” Wanda asked though she knew how he was as the last she spoke to him was that afternoon. But Iryna’s mood always seemed to lighten when her favourite child was brought up.

The two of them sat on the living room couch, the movie on the television paused, while Iryna went into detail about her trip to Madrid during which she visited Pietro that she’d just come back from. Wanda sat in silence, nodding and listening and occasionally making comments.

It was nearly an hour of listening to Iryna’s recount of her trip and her doting adoration and pride of her only son before the front door was unlocked. You stepped into the house and Wanda’s head perked up. She looked you over quickly and was then relieved at the sight of you — a sweater on and zipped up and even one of your hats from your backpack pulled onto your head.

Wanda stood from the couch as your eyes darted between her and her mother. “Y/N, this is my mother, Iryna,” she introduced. She’d never talked about her mother before, and all you knew of her was what you supposed after her lack of presence at your stepmother’s wedding.

She looked like Wanda, in some ways, though her stare was cunning and her eyes frighteningly calculating. A part of you couldn’t believe that the soft-spoken Wanda and her free-spirited twin brother were born from a woman like this.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said finally, taking off your hat and unzipping your sweater.

“Likewise,” Iryna replied with a cordial nod.

Wanda felt nervous suddenly, recalling all the times she turned to her mother for advice in communicating with you. She hardly ever went to her mother for help about anything after her high school years, but after being newly-married and becoming a stepmother, she had initially relied on Iryna for help in trying to become closer with you. Her advice was poor and mostly judgemental of her inability to parent, so Wanda soon ceased bringing you up to her.

There was also always something strangely disconcerting about having her mother know things about you. Wanda felt possessive of the knowledge of you and felt uncomfortable that a woman like Iryna knew the kind of person you were and of her once-close relationship with you.

Now, she felt rather uneasy watching the two of you interact. Iryna was indeed a cunning woman and unnecessarily conniving at times, and Wanda’s relationship with you couldn’t take any more pressure.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you,” Wanda said when you didn’t head upstairs, hoping that you’d leave and spend as little time as possible with Iryna. You gave an awkward smile to her mother and bid her a goodnight before turning and heading up the stairs to your bedroom. “Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams,” she called softly from the living room.

You caught sight of the two travelling luggages by the front door as you headed up and you dreaded the next unspecified while until Iryna left. You didn’t have any problems with her, but you were certain that you’d have to get to know her and spend a bit of time with her to be friendly, and that undoubtedly meant you’d have to spend more time with your stepmother.

Wanda and her mother spoke for a little longer as you could hear bits of their conversation while you were getting ready in the washroom. Later on, Wanda carried Iryna’s bags up the stairs and you listened to her lead her mother up to the guest room.

“How long are you planning on staying with us?” you heard Wanda’s muffled question through your bedroom door as she walked through the hallway and towards the extra room. Iryna told her that she’d stay for about two weeks before she’d need Wanda to drive her to the airport so she could take her booked flight back to Russia.

Two weeks.

You figured it wouldn't be too bad if you filled up the next little while doing anything else but being at home.

You were awoken in the morning hearing the stifled shouts of your father from his and Wanda’s bedroom down the hall. He got pretty loud when he felt like it, he really did, and he was rather prone to being overdramatic when he was upset.

On the night of their wedding, Vision’s family brought up what a perfect match Wanda was for him, how perfectly her sensitive attitude complemented his. In a way it was true, but mostly it just made you roll your eyes. The pair was painfully traditional.

You supposed he was upset about Wanda’s mother staying over without any notice. If you had a say in the argument, words of advice that would matter at all, perhaps you’d make a comment in defence of Wanda solely to argue against your dad. You imagined your words wouldn’t matter much to your stepmother anyways, who disregarded you to marry a man you always thought she never felt much sentiment for. It was he that she chose over you, anyways. Who were you to stand up for her?

Now that you were awake listening to the muffled words of their ongoing argument, you figured you wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, so you climbed out of bed and headed downstairs to have breakfast.

To your surprise, Wanda’s mother was sitting at the dining room table eating buttered toast with a book in hand. Feeling chilled by the sight of her tranquillity, you poured yourself a bowl of cereal and had no choice but to sit down across from her at the dining table lest she think you were intentionally avoiding her.

“Good morning,” she greeted, looking up from her book and setting it down by her plate. You met her eyes and smiled at her before returning her friendly greeting. “A mismatched pair, no?” Iryna said, indirectly referencing the argument upstairs.

When you stared at her for a moment slightly stunned by her overt criticism, she darted her eyes up at the ceiling where Wanda and Vision were arguing upstairs before looking back down to you. “Oh,” you answered, feigning an onset of realisation. “They’re okay.”

Iryna said, “Wanda never had children of her own. I always told her she married too late. I do not intend to offend you, but I take it you aren’t very close with my daughter.” She chewed on a bit of her toast and swallowed.

“Uh, no, not very,” you answered. You had no intention of being rude to her, but you weren’t sure how to approach her questions. It seemed to you that her words held more weight than she was letting on, and you felt you had to choose your words carefully around her.

“In my own experience, I found it difficult to connect with her at times,” she recalled, cleaning the tips of her fingers from crumbs and moving her empty plate to the side.

You mentioned, “But you’re visiting her here, so that means you must be sort of close.”

“An obligation to check up on one’s daughter. It’s been many years since I’ve seen Wanda in-person. You know of her brother?”

Your eyebrows came together as you tried recalling his name. “Pietro?”

“Indeed. Successful boy. I just returned from visiting him in Madrid. It was a rude awakening coming here to see Wanda.”

“Why?” you asked, feeling strangely interested in Iryna’s recount of Wanda.

With a sardonic chuckle, Iryna replied, “She’s an unaccomplished housewife, devochka.”

Wanda eventually headed downstairs from the argument while your dad was no doubt fuming in the bedroom, trying to cool down before having to eat breakfast at some point and face his mother-in-law. She sighed heavily as she stepped into the kitchen looking exasperated, a hand running through her hair.

She caught sight of you and Iryna sitting at the table and she froze, her eyes darting between the two of you. “Mama,” she greeted cautiously before smiling at you. Her smile was brief as it dissipated when she looked over her shoulder to her mother. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing important, Wanda,” Iryna said and lifted her cup of coffee to her lips. She watched as her daughter turned and began boiling water for herself. You looked up from your bowl of cereal subtly as she eyed Wanda with a certain scrutiny that made even you uncomfortable, and Iryna wasn’t even looking in your direction. “What was the argument about?” she then asked suddenly.

Taken off guard, Wanda hesitated, “What?”

“The argument,” her mother pressed, a deceiving lightness to her tone in spite of her blunt questioning. “Upstairs. We could all hear it down here.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda look over at you, seemingly searching for confirmation, questioning if you really did hear her argument upstairs with Vision. But you refused to make eye contact with her — all you wanted was to get the hell out of that kitchen as soon as you could.

She cleared her throat and prepared her mug for her hot water and placed a teabag of berry tea into it. “It was nothing,” she answered. “It was about work.”

“Not your place of work though, I’d presume,” Iryna asked innocently, though she knew Wanda wasn’t working, and Wanda knew that she knew. Wanda flushed in embarrassment at her mother’s words that held a great deal of criticism despite the benign way they were spoken, and you felt that Iryna was humiliating her on purpose.

“N… No,” she answered finally, looking down at her empty mug and fiddling idly with the teabag’s string.

Humming in a way that could be interpreted as Iryna feeling satisfied with the way she chastised her daughter out of the blue, she took a sip of her coffee and picked up her book again.

“Y/N, how was your night out yesterday?” Wanda asked, pouring her boiled water into her mug and looking over at you.

You weighed the pros and cons of brushing her off with a dismissive response, answering her honestly, or standing up from your seat abruptly and running out of the house like you wanted to do since the moment Iryna made that comment about the argument upstairs.

A part of you felt bad for the passes Wanda had to endure, so while you stirred your spoon around in your bowl of milk, you answered, “It was fine. I met with some friends at this bar. It was slam poetry night.”

Wanda asked curiously, “You presented some of your things?”

“No.”

“You should. I think you’re a really talented writer.”

The compliment sent chills up your spine and you quickly downed the milk left in your bowl then stood to wash your dishes in the sink. You recalled sharing some of your pieces with Wanda when you first became close with her — a symbol of your trust in her.

“Will you be going out today too? I was thinking of heading to that greenhouse you like. You could help me pick out some things for the garden now that the snow’s all melted and it’s gotten warm out,” she offered, her spoon weaving in and out from between her fingers.

The mention of the greenhouse made you tense, for it was a common place you and Wanda liked to stop at when you had time for yourselves as an excuse to browse the vast greenhouse gardens hand-in-hand.

“Yeah, I’m going out later this afternoon,” you replied quietly. “Sorry.”

You looked over at Wanda and smiled briefly as to not seem abrasive before putting your clean dishes on the rack. You said goodbye to Iryna and quickly made your way out of the kitchen — finally — and headed upstairs before Wanda could reply.

A sense of anxiety settled within Wanda as she watched you scurry away. Her eyes immediately went to her mother. “What did you tell her, mama?” Wanda asked, trying her best to restrain the amount of unease she felt as she let her mind wander.

Her worry was certainly not at all assuaged when she saw the way Iryna sat at the dining table with a complacent expression.

“You are not a teenager anymore. Do not worry yourself with gossip and adolescent concerns,” Iryna dismissed though it seemed she found amusement in disregarding her daughter.

Wanda placed her mug down on the table and replied, “Which implies that there was gossip to be told.”

“Maybe yes, maybe no.”

“Mama,” Wanda urged, not yet taking a seat at the table and staring down at her mother.

Iryna scoffed and put her book down before looking up at her. “Prekrati, Wanda. Let it go. I told her nothing she didn’t already know.”

Pulling out her seat, Wanda lowered herself onto the chair, feeling like a sulking child in the shadow of her mother like she always has. “I can’t have her being any more upset with me,” she said quietly.

“You will live without the validation of a child,” Iryna replied bitterly.

Wanda didn’t respond to that. She only set her tea bag aside once it was finished steeping and drank from her cup, feeling weighed down by her mother’s criticisms as they lingered heavily in the silence of the kitchen.

The next few days passed with you making any and every excuse to get out of the house, much to Wanda’s dismay. She hoped desperately to have some sort of interaction with you that was greater than those that took place in brief passing; you were always busy, you always had somewhere to go or something to do.

One afternoon when you had nowhere in particular to go but a quiet spot in the library closeby, an argument began between Iryna and Wanda downstairs in the living room. Your bedroom door was ajar while you were doing work at your desk, and you could hear Wanda trying to keep her mother quiet as her voice started to rise. Your stepmother was a sequence of hushed whispers and pleads for her to speak quieter for Wanda knew you were upstairs.

You tensed the moment you heard Iryna hiss out a string of angry Russian curses and you stood from your desk and tiptoed to your bedroom door. Carefully, you closed the door slow enough as to not be heard from downstairs. Then you sat back at your desk, hoping that they’d cease their arguing so you could leave for the library as soon as you could.

The last thing you wanted to do was get in the middle of them again.

After about an hour when you were sure their arguing came to an end, you crept downstairs, staring at the closed door of the guest room as you did to ensure you didn’t signal to Iryna your presence passing through the hallway.

Vision was always rather fastidious about having you ask Wanda for permission to go out when he wasn’t home, which you found pretty ridiculous considering you were now in your last years in college still needing permission from someone in the house to go out. But over time you gave in, finding that exchanging a few words with your stepmother wasn't as bad as having to listen to lectures from your father about safety and obedience.

He’d be home soon, but you were more likely to get the green light from Wanda, who more or less could not bear saying no to you.

You raked through the living room and the kitchen, and even called downstairs for her. Eventually, you found Wanda in the garden on her knees repotting a few flowers from the greenhouse she invited you to a few days ago.

She was wearing a pair of ankle-length jeans and a black blouse with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a sun hat, and her gardening gloves. Her hair was tied back and out of her face aside from some loose strands as she leaned over and dug some space for her tomato seeds.

“Wanda,” you said when you stepped past the open sliding door and into the garden. She looked up from the ground at you, one hand wrapped around the handle of a gardening hoe and the other knuckle-deep in a pile of mulch.

Some stupidly-sentimental part of you wished you were as close as you used to be with her last spring because you would’ve never let down the image of her on her knees looking like a total dork with her fingers in a pile of dirt and a massive sun hat on her head.

You looked away and distracted yourself from the thought as you ran your eyes over the things she bought from the greenhouse. “I’m going out to see a few friends on Friday. Probably won’t be back until Saturday afternoon,” you told her.

“What will you be doing?” she asked.

“Carol’s hosting this big party at her house, so we’re going.”

Wanda stood up and laid her gloves down on a flower pot. She brushed a speck of mulch off from her cheek with the back of her finger. “I think you should spend more time on your studies,” she said. Her words nearly made you scoff out a laugh, but you were more confused than anything, so you just looked at her.

Continuing on, she added, “You’re never home, and your Spring Break is nearly over. If you were responsible, you’d use what time you have left here to stay home and study.”

“Where is this coming from?” you inquired incredulously. Not only did Wanda hardly ever criticise you for anything, but this was completely out-of-character for her. The strict authoritarian figure didn’t suit her. It made you hate her even more, in fact. “Dad tell you to say this?”

“No,” she replied. There was a hint of uncertainty in her speech, and you felt that though she Wanda was speaking, it sounded like the words were coming from someone entirely different. You weren’t as close with her as you used to be, but this was certainly not Wanda speaking. “I’m just saying that-that you’re a bright girl with a promising future, and I would want to see you take advantage of that instead of… wasting your time.”

You argued, “Wasting my time? It’s one party. And it’s Spring Break. I never do things like this at school anyways.”

Your raised voice seemed to make Wanda hesitate as she spoke her next words a bit more quietly. “But what about that thing at your campus on Friday?” she questioned.

“What?”

“The club enrollment event.”

From what you knew when you looked over the information sheet briefly, it was an evening event on campus showcasing a bunch of different sports teams, sororities, and frats gathering up members for the second half of the semester. There’d be food stands and games. It was a pretty big deal. But you’d never brought it up to Wanda before.

Your eyebrows stitched together in confusion. “How do you know about that?”

Wanda stuttered and ran her hands down her blouse, seemingly reprehensible. “You told me,” she answered.

You straightened defensively at the realisation of where she could’ve heard about the event. “You looked through my things!”

“N-No! I didn’t. Your things were just face-up on the dining table when I passed and I saw the flyer,” Wanda reasoned, desperate to have your anger subdued.

You replied sternly, “I’m not going to that. And stop going through my stuff!”

Suddenly, a voice interjected itself into the conversation and your dad popped himself into the garden through the open sliding door. “What event are we talking about?” he asked, looking up at you as he stepped down and kissed his wife’s temple, greeting her after just come back from work.

“Nothing, just some stupid thing at school,” you dismissed. You looked away from the married couple and at the furthest wooden fence at the back of the garden. You wondered what Wanda and your dad would do if you suddenly just took off running and ran straight through the fence and didn’t stop running until you were two or three cities over.

But then eventually you’d have no place to go, and you didn’t exactly have your wallet with you at the moment. Or your phone. Your dad and Wanda would catch up after a while. Even in your wildest imagination, you’d still have to face the reality of eventually having to deal with your dad’s scolding. That made you even more upset.

“You should go,” your father advised carelessly without even knowing what the event was for.

“Dad, it’s nothing. It’s for, like, clubs and stuff. It doesn’t matter.”

Wanda was silent in the shadow of your father, wordlessly listening in on the topic she brought up, the conversation she started. If she wasn't acting like herself then, she was now. Typical for her to start something then leave right in the middle of it just to flee behind your father’s back.

You weren’t the greatest fan of hers, but the angrier you got with your stepmother, the more you felt yourself sympathising with Iryna.

“She doesn’t have to go, Vis,” Wanda spoke up, brushing her hand against his as if to nudge him into being more lenient.

“When is it?” he asked, completely ignoring her.

Wanda answered, “It’s Friday, but—”

“Perfect,” he exclaimed. Then he looked at you. “If it’s for school, you should bring your stepmother. I’d go but there’s a conference I have to attend after work.” He kissed the top of Wanda’s head then walked back up the stairs to the house.

“Dad, I don’t want to go!” you protested, turning to look at him.

Not stopping once to look back at you aside from waving his hand over his shoulder, he answered sternly, “I won’t hear it. Wanda’s bringing you and I expect pictures. It’s for school, Y/N, and you’re an adult. It’s time you started taking responsibility for your education.” He shut the sliding door and left you and Wanda in tense silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she apologised, stepping forward. “I didn’t mean for him to hear, I just… I wanted to go with you. I wanted to see your school and… your friends and professors. I want to be part of your life.”

You turned to her, a cross expression on your face. “I haven’t seen my friends from here, any of them, in months.”

Wanda apologised again and reached for your hand, but you stepped back from her. “I really am sorry. I-I can still drive you to your party instead.”

“He isn’t going to let me go.”

She reasoned desperately, “It doesn’t matter, I’m the one who’s driving you.”

You made a comment referencing how strict Vision was, and Wanda silently understood the sentiment. All she’d been hearing from him was his complaints and arguments about how irresponsible she was, letting Iryna stay without notice. He wasn’t used to not having a say in everything, although Wanda hadn’t even known she was coming, and he didn’t let a day pass without letting her know it.

“I won’t force you,” Wanda spoke quietly.

“I don’t have a choice,” you told her before opening the sliding door. But before you stepped into the house, you turned to look at your stepmother, who was looking up at you guiltily.

“You want to talk about how much ‘time’ I have left here?” you said. “You and dad are lucky that I come home at all. I wasn’t sure about keeping my distance until the end of the semester, but I’ve made up my mind. You’re right — I’ll be responsible.”

Wanda’s expression seemed to be racked with an incredible amount of regret and her lips parted to say something before you shut the sliding door and left without another word.

That wasn’t the first time you and Wanda have argued, but it was the first time that she ever kept her distance from you rather than only the other way around. She seemed extremely troubled by your interaction with her that afternoon, and would not even look up from what she was doing to meet your eyes when you walked into any room she was in.

You told yourself it didn’t matter, for when you left for your campus’ event, you vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t be home until your Summer Break started.

Friday eventually came around and Wanda once again made attempts to be friendly with you, albeit nervous and hesitant. About twenty minutes before you had to leave, a knock came at your door while you were making your bed before you had to leave. Wanda opened the door and looked into your room, seeing your two packed luggages and your now half-empty room.

A certain feeling of despair settled within her as she looked at your room knowing this would be the last time until the end of your semester that she’d see you here.

Quietly, she asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you answered blandly, adjusting your pillows.

“Okay. I’ll wait in the car,” your stepmother replied.

There was a silence that came after her words and you could see her still standing at your door. You looked up at her, seeing that she looked like she wanted to say something else. She was wearing a black floral wrap dress that reached just below her knees with a pair of black flats. Her long hair was straightened and she had earrings on, and her makeup looked really pretty on her.

Wanda always looked pretty when she did her makeup, especially when she had on this pinkish-brown lipstick that looked amazing on her. You recalled a time with her when she did your makeup and chose a lipstick colour for you, and you remember her giggling when she saw you blush after she talked about how beautifully certain colours would work with your complexion.

She took a breath and parted her lips, but quickly redirected her attention to your luggages. “I-I’ll take one of these down to the car for you,” she said, stepping into your bedroom and taking one of luggages. She extended the handle then wheeled it out, closing your bedroom door carefully behind her.

It’d been months now since you and Wanda spent time together that was something more than quick exchanges of words. Going out in the evening while Vision was out at work reminded you all too much of those early months of getting to know her when she was just your dad’s girlfriend.

Wanda opened the trunk from the driver’s seat when you rounded the car with the second luggage. You lifted it into the back then shut it before walking back around and getting into the passenger’s seat. She waited for you to buckle your seatbelt before she pulled out of the driveway and started the drive to your campus.

There wasn’t much conversation aside from Wanda asking if you had everything packed and if you wanted to stop for anything before she got onto the highway. Again, it was uncharacteristic of her to be so silent with you. But you didn’t care. None of it was your problem until the summer.

Nearly half an hour into the drive, Wanda said with a quiet tone, “I’m sorry for how I spoke to you before in the backyard when you told me you were going to that party.” You were silent, continuing to look out the window without a word. “Not just because Vision ended up hearing about it, but also because I’m… sorry for what I said.”

She continued, “My mother told me that there was a reason you didn’t want to be close with me, and that I only had to change the way I approached things with you. She told me that I was being spineless and that I had to change the way I was. Normally I wouldn’t listen, but having her over my shoulder every second for the last two weeks has only reminded me of how weak-minded I am with her.”

Regretfully, she said, “Even after so long of being away from her. I’m sorry. I should have known better, and I should have treated you better. You are very important to me, Y/N, and I’m sorry I let anything get in the way of how much I care about you.”

You hated the warm feeling that was instilled in you by her words and you wished you could hate her instead, but you found it harder the more she apologised.

“I didn’t mean anything I said,” Wanda added. “But I do think you’re a very bright girl, Y/N. I meant that part.”

Suddenly a wave of recollections from the last few days came to you, memories of what Wanda had been dealing with from both Iryna and your father. She’d been criticised relentlessly since she allowed for her mother to stay. If she wasn’t defending her mother from Vision, who never took a liking to Iryna, then she was making attempts at defending herself and Vision from Iryna, who also never took a liking to the life Wanda made for herself.

Without really thinking, you said, “It’s fine. I forgive you. Just forget about it.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Wanda look over at you and smile. “Thank you.”

Then after a moment when she’d looked back to the road, your stepmother confessed, “I’m really excited to be spending time with you. It’s been such a long time, and I miss being out with you.”

The both of you decided that you wouldn’t stop at your dorm and that you’d just go directly to campus then drop off your bags after. Anyways, you wanted to get the event over with, and you hoped you could use the luggages as an excuse to leave early somehow.

Wanda found a parking space behind the science wing close to one of the larger gymnasiums where the event was being held.

As you watched her step out of the car and look around, you found that she stood out from the rest of campus. It felt a bit bizarre to see her walking around in a place neither her or your dad had been before.

For some strange reason, there was a fondness that grew in you seeing her look around curiously, trying to take in your campus and trying to picture you walking around between classes or hanging out with friends on a bench by the parking lots or something like that. She really did want to be more involved in your life, and she desperately wished to know what you did when you were away from home.

You hardly ever texted her back when she messaged you when you were at school.

Wanda kept fiddling with her hair and her dress while you walked to where the event was being held, adjusting how it fell around her hips or how her sleeves looked, tucking and untucking her hair behind her ears and running her fingers through it. She seemed nervous, but more than that, she was meticulous about her appearance, though you couldn’t figure out exactly who she was trying to look good for as you didn’t think she expected to see anyone she knew here.

Your campus’ gymnasium was rather large, and inside was a grand array of food booths, games, and club stands. By the ceiling, the windows were cracked open to allow some ventilation, but it still smelled like a delicious medley of foods once you walked in.

One had to purchase tickets at a booth with money then exchange them to buy food and participate in any games. It was a dollar for each one, and Wanda paid for thirty tickets as you assured her that you weren’t interested in playing any games and that you only wanted to buy enough food for dinner. She followed behind you, looking around at the gym and all the club stands curiously as you walked around looking for somewhere to eat.

After apologising to you in the car, Wanda began to talk a lot more with you. She led most of the conversation, which was rather rare to see her do with other people. If you were honest, you don’t think you’d ever seen her as talkative with anyone but you. She talked about a lot of things from her plans for spring gardening to a book club she was thinking about joining that one of the neighbours, Dottie, mentioned to her.

While waiting with Wanda at the side of one of the food booths for your order, some of your friends from your political science class spotted you and approached you. At the sight of them, Wanda immediately stopped talking and moved back to your side as your friends approached.

Like you realised earlier, she was really not one to talk much around anyone but you.

“Are these your friends?” she asks quietly, looking at you. But you suddenly felt that you weren’t in the mood to talk with Wanda and you ignored her question to greet your friends, talking about each other’s Spring Breaks and complaints about your poli-sci class.

You talked with two of your friends about wanting to check out one of the swimming teams they were interested in and you went with them to stop by their stand while Wanda waited for the food the two of you ordered.

Eventually, one of your friends that stayed back waiting for you to return with the other two looked over at Wanda. “You must be Y/N’s stepmom,” she said.

Wanda felt rather elated knowing that you talked to your friends about her. She was initially rather worried about meeting your friends amongst everything else. She wanted to be part of your life and wanted to be closer with you, but a part of her also worried if there was a place for her in your personal life at all. It made her extremely happy to know that you’d mentioned her to your friends before.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m Wanda. It’s nice to meet you,” she said and stuck her hand out for your friend to shake.

Instead of taking her hand, your friends exchanged a look in which its negative implications Wanda didn’t catch onto. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” one of your other friends added, a bout of mocking humour in her tone.

Wanda put her hand down, feeling that they just didn’t notice her hand sticking out. She just smiled, happy to be included while not really catching onto the fact that your mentioning of her was not in any way in a positive light.

It wasn’t that you hated Wanda so much, but it was that they were just friends from poli-sci, there wasn’t much to talk about besides classes and your immediate shallow issues about each other’s personal life, and Wanda always seemed to be scratching at the back of your head at some point or another.

Your friends, feeling that they wanted to stick up for you a bit in the face of the knowledge of how your stepmother had gotten on your nerves for such a prolonged amount of time, continued the conversation, finding easy segways into abrasive comments veiled at something cordial and friendly.

“It must be nice having Y/N out of the house,” your friend said. “She can really loiter when she has nothing in particular she has to get done.”

“No, I really like having her around,” Wanda replied, feeling some type of comfort talking about you to your friends. “I miss her a great deal when she’s away.”

Another friend said innocently while Wanda was looking at the food stand, eyeing your order and waiting for it to be called out, “I know she hates being at home, so I’m glad she has some time away.”

Wanda looked over to her. “W-What? Y/N?”

“Yeah. She was sort of dreading being home for the break.”

She wanted to not feel hurt about it, for it had to be the truth. There wasn’t any reason for your friends to lie to her as they’d been nothing but extremely kind. Wanda tried not to show the hurt that spread through her chest thinking about how you hated being at home while a large portion of what she did while you were at school was to wait for you to come back.

You being at home while Iryna was staying with her brought her comfort, and she hated to think that you never wanted to be there.

The person tending to the food stand called out the number of your order and she blinked out of her brief stupor and took the food from the stand, muttering out a ‘thank you’ before rejoining your friends. At that moment, you returned with your other friends and quickly said goodbye to them as they planned to sign up for a rowing club together for the summer semester.

Wanda looked at you, trying somehow to read in your expression any sort of hint of what she’d just been told being true. When you looked at her and took your half of your food from her, she looked away.

“Let’s go eat outside. There’s a quieter place by the orchard,” you told her, and Wanda followed behind you, carrying her food and a water bottle while you carried your own. She watched you from behind as if somehow she’d uncover your thoughts staring at your back.

Again, Wanda was uncharacteristically quiet when the two of you settled together at a wooden picnic table amongst cherry blossom trees. Now that it was spring, you thought the orchard looked beautiful, and even moreso now that the sun was setting and the sky was painted a mirage of purple and orange, hinting towards a rather hot day tomorrow.

Indirectly trying to figure out what seemed to upset her, you asked, “What, um… were you and Iryna fighting about? Like, that afternoon I talked to you.”

“Oh…” She fiddled with her fork and poked at her food. Then she looked up and smiled reassuringly. “It was silly, I just brought up something from Pietro’s and my childhood that she didn’t enjoy hearing my thoughts about.”

“She sounded angry.”

“I didn’t mean to bother you with that,” she said regretfully.

You took a bite of your food and you saw Wanda watch you for a moment, looking a bit forlorn, before she forked a bit of her own dinner into her mouth. After swallowing, you inquired, “Does she usually get angry like that? It seems like she’s always mad about something.”

Your stepmother responded, “I’m sorry for how things have been at home; I know you don’t like Iryna. She hasn’t been very kind to me either. I had a very hard childhood.” It seemed to you that Wanda was avoiding answering your questions. She’d gone from discussing every detail in her life, excited to share things about her personal life with you, to becoming completely evasive and almost worried about saying too much.

After hearing that you hated being at home, Wanda didn’t want to burden you with the weight of what was going on in a place you never wanted to be at. Though if she was honest, she also felt fairly saddened knowing how you felt, and now felt much less jovial than she was before.

The drive to your dorm was much less awkward than it was slightly distressing. You wished you knew what was on Wanda’s mind. You’d never seen her so… down. It was different from how she was before. For the entirety of the ride, you didn’t think once about hating her or yourself for the sentiment and concern you felt for her.

Seeing her act so different made you realise how much you relied on her for the eternal peace she brought, her warm embrace available to you with her open arms, the hopeful meeting of her eyes with yours and her attempts at becoming close with you, even if you had been purposefully avoiding her since her wedding months ago.

And most of all, there was an indescribable hollow feeling that came with watching such a warm light glow so dim.

Your dormitory building’s parking lot was emptier than usual as most people were planning to come back from their breaks after the weekend. Not even your roommates were home yet.

There was a strange comfort that your stepmother brought you as she walked down the hall beside you into your building, seeing her carry one of your luggages and looking around. You waited for an elevator together then took it up to the fourth floor where your place was.

You felt Wanda watching as you unlocked the door and despite how quiet she’d been, you could practically feel her curiosity emanating off of her as she waited to see your place. You let her in first and you watched as she looked around, taking note of the decor and wondering what was yours and what belonged to your roommates.

After the both of you left your shoes by the closed front door, you led Wanda into the hallway where your rooms were. She trailed behind you silently with your luggage wheeling behind her and stepped into your room once you turned on the light and wheeled the luggage in your hand by your desk. You took off your jacket and laid it on the back of your desk chair before hanging your keys up.

Wanda followed suit and moved your last luggage over to where yours was, still obviously curious about your room and all your things. It was much more decorated here than at home, and it was different seeing someplace you obviously loved being in evident by the care you put into adorning the walls with posters from your favourite movies and shows, covering your shelves with books and little trinkets and gifts.

Standing in your bedroom made her feel like she was in the centre of your life and although it made her happy to some degree taking so much of you in, Wanda also felt a bit downcast looking around and finding nothing she was familiar with — things about you she didn’t know before now.

There was a realisation coming up behind her that would soon tell her that she simply just had to accept that she wasn’t as close with you as she thought she was, and that she likely wouldn’t ever return to the kind of affection she used to share with you, even if only completely platonic.

“I’m sorta thirsty,” you said, the breaking of the silence making Wanda look over at you. “I’m gonna make hot chocolate. Do you want some?”

“Sure,” she replied with a small thankful smile.

You led her to sit down on your bed while you went to the kitchen.

Her hands laid flat against your bedspread, feeling how soft it was while she looked around your room. At the sight of a photo on your dressing table, she stood up and walked towards it.

It was a framed picture of you and your friends together at someone’s place, and it looked like it was for Christmas.

Wanda remembered that Christmas; she remembered arguing with her mother over the phone about her father’s death which occurred sometime around the holidays and how Vision cared little, if at all, about her not being entirely present. She remembered waiting for you to come back home.

You didn’t come back until Christmas Eve, and left on the second of January.

Textbooks lined your shelves along with some other books Wanda recognized from your bedroom. She looked at your plants and your desk, your pens and your calendar, and though she was painfully curious about all of it, it still hurt her a great deal looking at a life she had no part in.

Maybe it was selfish.

You returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and Wanda straightened and smiled at you, thanking you and taking her own into her hands. It wasn’t too hot, so she took a small sip of it before setting it down on your desk, which wasn’t too far from her spot on your bed.

You remained standing, leaning on your nightstand and sort of looking around drinking your hot chocolate. Then after a few moments of silence, you found the confidence in yourself to ask, “If you don’t mind, um, why was it hard? Your childhood. You said earlier that it was.”

“I don’t want to put a damper on your time away from home, Y/N,” Wanda told you and looked up. “I should… probably leave and stop pestering you with my being here.” She stood up and you reached over and took her hand.

“Well, I wanna know,” you insisted, perhaps a bit assertively, but you wanted to instil in her the knowledge that she wasn’t going to bother you, and a feeling that you wanted to know what was on her mind without explicitly saying you were curious about what was bothering her.

She regarded you for a little bit and you looked at her in return while she was weighing whether or not she should involve you in things she wished she’d never exposed you to. But it was true — Wanda had a difficult time saying no to you.

“It was hard because she has never been any less authoritative than she is now, even in my younger years,” she finally answered.

You carefully let go of her and set your mug down, then took a seat on the bed and in your silent eye contact with her, gestured that she sit down too.

Almost hesitantly, Wanda obliged and sat down beside you.

“How does Pietro deal with it?” you asked.

She put her hands in her lap and looked down at her knees. “No, Pietro was different,” she answered. “Pietro was always the perfect son. He did not have to worry about my mother being the way that she is with me, cynical and judgemental, because he’d always been mama’s pride.”

Wanda added, “We are very close. He went to the wedding and I talk with him often, but… yes, we had vastly different childhoods.”

“So, you had to deal with her on your own?”

She nodded and drew patterns against her knee with her fingernail, not looking up. “Her expectations, her criticisms,” she replied. “Could you believe that she’s been saying the same things to me all my life? Things that weigh down on me now I’ve heard her say since I was fourteen.”

Iryna was indeed harsh. You remembered how she called Wanda an ‘unaccomplished housewife,’ and you’d hardly even known her at the time.

“I wanted to make my mother happy, and I’ve done everything she’s asked me to. I married a man who provides for me and I have a family,” Wanda said. “And still… I’m still not enough for her.”

You couldn’t tell if you felt more angry with Iryna or sad for Wanda. All you knew was that there was a terrible pit in your stomach listening to Wanda recount her experiences with her mother.

“The days leading up to the wedding, I kept thinking about how happy she would be once she saw me achieving what she’d always wanted for me. I imagined her helping me with the wedding planning and her finally telling me that she was proud of me. But she didn’t even come. I begged her to, I told her she’d enjoy being there, and even that Pietro was coming. Then she visits, out of nowhere, after having not even mentioned wanting to see me since the first year I immigrated to America. And all she can do is pick apart my life; nothing I do is good enough for her. But I wish something was.”

Though you felt slightly useless for it, you took Wanda’s hand. She’d never talked about her mother before, not even when the two of you were together. She wrapped her fingers around your hand and you felt reassured in your action.

And then Wanda was… She was crying. Her tears fell against your hand and she raised her other to her face, wiping her tears but mostly hiding herself from you, ashamed of taking advantage of your patience.

“Wanda…” you whispered. “It’s okay.” She tried to move away when you wrapped your arm around her shoulders, upset with herself for being so pitiful as to cry in front of you. But you insisted and your arm rounded her shoulders tightly, your other hand squeezing hers.

Eventually she moved into your embrace, leaning her head against your chest and crying into you. It came to her how unfulfilled she felt and how much she was disappointing everyone, especially you. She felt like a child for being so upset. She felt pathetic. She wished she was more capable, more competent in being a better wife, a better daughter, a better stepmother.

You let go of her hand and wrapped both arms around her, enveloping her in a secure embrace while you hushed her softly against the side of her head.

She wiped her tears from her cheeks then straightened a little in your arms to be able to look up at you. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t apologise,” you told her and dropped one of your arms to allow her more space to move.

“No, not about that, I…” Wanda sniffled and took a breath before meeting your eyes. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just— I couldn’t be with you. I’m much past the age I was supposed to be to get married and have children. You have no idea how badly I wanted to…”

She trailed off then looked back up and continued, “But I needed to make something of myself. I’m thirty-two now, and you’re a college student. I felt like it was time I did something serious for myself. I needed to settle with a husband and have children. But I was happy we could stay together. I wanted to stay close with you, but you didn’t want to. You still don’t want anything to do with me.”

A sense of anxiety came over you when Wanda began to talk about her history with you. You weren’t ready to discuss what had happened between the two of you back then, and the heavy feeling of rejection came back up your throat as if the day their engagement was announced to you was only yesterday.

You stood up, taking your arms off of her and stepping back. “I-I think you should leave.”

Wanda sniffled and stood up, wiping her eyes once more and moving towards you. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay and talk with you. I want to be here with you,” she confessed.

“I can’t talk about this, Wanda,” you said. She took your hand and prevented you from moving back from her any further.

She insisted, “You don’t have to talk. Just listen.”

When you finally met her eyes and shut your mouth, waiting for her to speak, Wanda took a breath. Then she spoke, “There’s a lot I have to apologise for in how I treated you and how I handled things with you. I’m sorry for throwing away the trust that I’d earned from you. I’m sorry for thinking that you’d just follow along with the decision I made without telling you about it first. I’m sorry for putting some nonexistent, childish desire to please my mother over you. I should’ve treated you with the respect that you deserve.”

Wanda looked into your eyes for a few silent moments, seemingly gaining some sort of confidence before her voice broke as she said, “I miss you so much. I think about you all the time when you’re away at school, and even when you’re home. I wish you would forgive me. I wish you would give me your attention.”

She inhaled and while you were frozen, she stepped towards you again so she was standing close in front of you. “I know it’s selfish. I know I’m selfish. But I want you to forgive me.”

Your legs felt weak.

Would it be a bad time to faint?

“I’m supposed to say that I would understand and that I would be okay if you never forgave me and if you hated me, and I would try, but I wouldn’t be able to,” Wanda confessed. She had all her cards face-up on the table. There was no point in hiding now. “Please forgive me.”

You looked at her with uncertainty, or perhaps a blank expression. You couldn’t imagine what you looked like now. All you could come to comprehend was the look on Wanda’s face, the desperation in her eyes, and you could feel the way she squeezed your hand.

“Wanda…” you whispered. “I don’t know what to do.”

She took one final step towards you and cupped the side of your face with her warm hand. “Let me show you,” she said softly, her eyes on yours as she leaned forward. Her lips met yours and her eyes closed along with yours.

It’d been so long.

Your hand lifted to her lower back and pulled her against you carefully as Wanda’s soft lips moved against yours, the very slow speed of her kiss full of impassioned fragility. You walked forwards and Wanda followed, taking steps back until the back of her knees met with your bed. She sat down and parted from the kiss.

She looked up at you as you stood in front of her and she tucked her hands under your shirt. She lifted it slowly and uncovered your stomach before pressing soft kisses there. One hand held your shirt up while the other ran up your side gently, her delicate fingers brushing against your skin and leaving shivers in their wake.

“Come sit down,” Wanda muttered against your skin then lifted her head to look at you again. You sat beside her and she lowered herself onto her knees so you were looking down at her. Her hands ran up your clothed thighs, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment until they darted down to your buttoned jeans.

Slowly, her hands moved up further and she undid your jeans, her head lolling to the side and resting against your knee.

From this angle, you could see down Wanda’s dress and at her white bralette, its delicate lace resting against her soft breasts and her nipples hardened against her dress. You swallowed, feeling your cheeks flush as your stepmother slipped your jeans with your panties down to your ankles and tugging them off. She pushed them to the side and moved herself between your thighs, revealing your glistening pussy.

She gave you one more look and a gentle smile before moving forward and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your cunt. Her hands moved up your hips, one moving to flatten against your lower back and the other slipping back down to rub your bare thigh.

Her tongue darted out and flicked at the hood of your clit, making you inhale sharply. Her tongue extended and she flattened it against your clit, the tip of it brushing deftly against your opening.

You saw her eyebrows push together as your flavour spread against her tongue. The hand against your back rounded your hip and she laid it against your stomach, gently pushing you back onto your elbows to allow her more access to you.

Eagerly, she delved deeper, her head burying itself further between your thighs. Her tongue teased at your opening before her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly then loosening to apply suction to your entire pussy. She released a few times with gentle pops then ran her tongue up your cunt and through your folds that became stickier by the second.

Your hand came to the back of your head and you entangled your fingers with her hair, looking down your stomach at her as she ate you out. “Fuck, Wanda, you look so pretty,” you uttered and you sort of saw her blush, and that made you smile.

Wanda’s hand came to your lower stomach and her thumb began rubbing circles against your clit while her mouth moved south, her tongue sliding itself in and out of your hole, coaxing herself further and further into you as she switched between having her tongue inside you and flicking it against the rim of your opening.

Her eyes opened and green eyes met yours with a chilling focus and you could swear you nearly started choking on the air you were breathing.

Jesus Christ.

Your fingers tightened around her hair and used it as a means to keep her pressed against your pussy while your hips began to buck upwards, grinding your cunt against her face. Each time you moved yourself upwards, Wanda’s lips parted momentarily from you and you could hear the wet suckling of her lips from around your pussy.

Your head was thrown back when she lifted herself from her heels and moved onto her knees. Both of her hands came to your ass, lifting you up against her as she ate you out with an indescribable fervour after growing impatient with the way you kept pulling your cunt away from her mouth with your thrusting.

“Come in my mouth, Y/N,” she breathed against you, her words muffled. “I’m here for you.”

Your orgasm coiled tight in your stomach and it took only a harsh pressure from Wanda’s thumb for you to finally come against her chin and mouth. Your walls constricted around her tongue and her thumb maintained its flicks against your clit.

Slowly, as you came down from your high, Wanda’s thumb ceased its actions and she carefully began cleaning you up, careful not to overstimulate you. She slid her hands out underneath you and watched you from between your thighs as you caught your breath, her fingers wiping at her chin and around her mouth.

There was a momentary feeling of doubt that came over her, the idea that perhaps you’d just send her home feeling worse than she ever had while feeling no less affectionate towards her as you did an hour ago. But you moved yourself onto your hands and leaned down to her, cupping her cheeks with her hair between your fingers.

You kissed her lips after angling her face up and Wanda closed her eyes, still on her knees as you sat in front of her. One hand moved down and you wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her up so she was on her feet.

Parting from the kiss, you buried yourself in her breasts, pressing kisses up the soft swells that made the sweetest little moans leave your stepmother while your hands did quick work of undoing her dress. Wanda’s hand rested on your shoulders, fingers playing with your hair a little bit.

Your hands lifted to her sleeves and pulled them down her arms. Her dress fell to the floor and left Wanda in her bra and underwear in front of you. You trailed gentle kisses up from her lower stomach, your hands following along with your lips as they moved up her sides, squeezing her gently, possessively, until your lips reached the valley of her breasts.

Standing from the bed, your hand went to the side of her neck and supported her head as you delved into her neck, kissing her there and sucking gently at her pulse point. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” you told her.

Wanda buried her face in shoulder, overcome by your compliments and feeling her eyes well up from the sheer joy she felt being with you. She was led onto the bed and you kissed her hip when she was on her knees before she laid onto her back, her hair spread out against your pillows. She watched as you dug through your nightstand, eyes following as you lifted a strap and its harness out.

Teasingly, you moved the tip of the cock to her face and ran it down the line of her jaw and you and Wanda exchanged a humoured smile before you kissed her forehead. She watched in admiration as you stepped into the harness and fastened it around your hips. Then you undressed in front of her until you were completely bare and Wanda felt her heart skip several beats.

When you leaned over and kissed her while you got onto the bed on top of Wanda, she lifted her hands to your body, one hand brushing against your breasts and the other running up your side as one would caress a work of art.

You kissed her cheek and trailed kisses down to the corner of your stepmother’s jaw. Your hands rounded her body and unclipped her bra, then discarded it somewhere onto the floor. With two hands, you groped her breasts then squeezed them together before running your tongue over each erect nipple, feeling pride in the way Wanda’s breathing quickened.

“Turn around and stick your ass up in the air,” you told her. She obeyed immediately, her hands wrapped around the top of your pillow, her back arched and her ass stuck up for you.

You moved onto your knees, hands running up her hips then down the sides of her thighs, taking with you her panties. They were slid from her ankles and you lowered yourself to part her pussy with your thumbs, making Wanda hum in embarrassment into your pillow and bury her face into it.

“Tell me that you know you have a pretty pussy, Wanda,” you instructed, looking up over the curve of her ass to look at her. She turned her head and uncovered her face.

“I… I have a pretty pussy,” she repeated bashfully.

You smiled then patted her beautiful pink folds with your fingers, making her flinch forward slightly. “That’s right. Smart girl.”

Slowly, you slid your strap between her thighs then rounded your hips to her between her thighs where you pressed the tip of your cock up against her core. You carefully thrusted against her cunt until she became slick with her juices.

Wanda’s eyebrows stitched together and her lips parted to release her tiny moans, her fingers tightening around your pillows at the feeling of your cock rubbing against her delicate cunt. Then you slid your cock into her hole and began thrusting. Her eyes screwed shut and her moans became louder.

“Is this okay? Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

You pressed, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes,” she said hastily, then reached back to tap your hips with her fingers. “Faster, I want it faster. Don’t be gentle, Y/N. I can take it for you. I can take anything for you. Fuck me hard.”

You wrapped your arms around her hips and jerked her body back against you while you thrusted your hips forward into her bare ass. Your leg was lifted up around her thigh and pulled you against her further, giving you more leverage to fuck down into her pussy.

Her ass bounced beautifully each time you rutted against her, skin slapping rapidly as you fucked your stepmother. She moaned noisily, half her face shrouded from being pressed against her pillow. She whimpered and squealed when you took a handful of her ass and squeezed painfully before delivering a harsh slap to the delicate flesh.

You spanked her over and over until the soft ivory of her skin became a flushed red. You took pleasure in the way Wanda cried out at the feeling of being hit by you.

Driven by the sounds of her cries, you spanked her one more time then took her hair into your fist, pulling her up and forcing Wanda to put her arms out and hold herself up, arching her back and applying more pressure onto your hips from her ass. Her hand reached back further and she placed it flat against your lower back, encouraging your thrusts.

With your one arm still wrapped securely around her hips, holding her in place, you let go of her hair and took her wrist instead with your free hand and pulled her backwards, arching her back almost painfully and only pulling her back against your hips further.

“Take my cock, Wanda,” you grunted. “Fuck. Take it just like that, stupid slut.”

“I love your cock, Y/N,” she whined. “L-Love your cock.”

You watched as her breasts bounced with every one of your thrusts and you let go of her wrist to grope one, twisting one of her nipples and making her mewl something high-pitched and desperate.

Your hand rounded her body and you shoved her forward so her face was pressed back down into your pillow. Your hands wrapped around her hips and took hold of her body, fucking her pussy on your cock like she was a lifeless little fucktoy.

Her hands grasped at the bed sheets, pleasure coming over her body in overwhelming waves and making Wanda into nothing but your cockdrunk slut, whining and crying out your name, whimpering with every harsh thrust into her pussy.

“Y/N!” she cried out when she felt her walls begin to squeeze around your strap. “Ah! I’m going to come, Y/N—” Her words were cut off when she came around you, her loud moans reducing into a long cry that was constricted even further into tiny squeals.

Her sweaty body fell forward and she attempted to catch her breath until you continued fucking into her. “N-No more, Y/N, I can’t,” she pleaded, trying to pull away from you and move herself off of your cock.

You pulled her arm back and lifted her up before sliding your cock out of her.

“Please, I can’t do anymore, I’m—”

You cut off Wanda’s pleads with a harsh kiss and she immediately melted into your arms, letting you turn her body and press her back against the adjacent wall your bed was pressed up against. You lifted her thigh up and positioned yourself between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around your waist and you thrusted yourself back into her.

An arm snaked around her waist and you helped her bounce on your cock while you thrusted forward against her, her upper back pressed against your wall. Her arms wrapped around your neck for support as you started fucking her against the wall, her breasts pressed against yours and her head lolled forward, her forehead slick with her sweat laying against your cheek.

“You’re gonna take my fucking cock, dirty slut,” you bit, grunting into her ear. “I’ll fuck you whenever I please. Won’t you let me, mommy? Won’t you let your special girl use your slutty pussy whenever I want?”

“Y-Yes, yes, Y/N,” Wanda answered. “You can take what you want. I’m yours.”

Your hand moved between your bodies and you squeezed Wanda’s breast before you ducked your head down and wrapped your lips around one of her nipples. She sighed out at the heavenly feeling, opening her eyes just enough to be able to see you suckling greedily at her through the mess of her damp hair.

Her orgasm quickly built up again and her fingernails clawed at your upper back, feeling that this orgasm was creeping up stronger than the last. “I’m close, Y/N,” she whispered, her throat sore from crying out.

“Come for me, mommy,” you told her, biting down on her nipple and making her yelp out. Then you lifted your head and kissed her cheek to grunt into her ear, “Show your sweet babygirl how much you love her big thick cock fucking your tight little pussy.”

Wanda’s hand slid up to the back of your head and she held you in place, loving the feeling of having you close to her. Her head lolled back against the wall and she let you scratch at her hips and grope her breasts, bite down on her neck and pull her hair.

The pressure in her lower stomach finally snapped and Wanda partially-muffled her pleasured screams with her face buried in your neck, allowing you to hear each break in the outcries of her orgasm, the way she called out your name, each syllable ghosting against the tip of her tongue as she spoke it through her release. Her thighs tightened around your hips, keeping you in place.

With her arms squeezed around you, her sweaty body warm and breathing hard against your own, you suddenly felt overcome by a wave of emotion.

When you lifted your head to see Wanda after having come down from her high with her head laying against your shoulder, her messy strands of hair against her damp forehead and her mascara mostly gone and slightly smudged under her eyes, her lipstick faded and likely spread across your own face, you felt that you’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“Are you feeling alright?” you asked.

“I’m so happy,” she replied quietly, her eyes closed. “I love being with you.”

With a smile, you lifted her from the wall and laid her down on the bed, letting her breathing steady for a moment while you removed the harness from around your hips and laid it down on the floor.

“That tired me out,” she huffed when you laid yourself on top of her.

“Old woman,” you teased and buried your face in her neck, kissing up to her jaw. “Who knew you’d be so good at eating pussy?”

She grinned slyly albeit with a twinge of fatigue that made her look so cute. “You couldn’t have guessed?”

“What was your time in college like? Were you as much of a slut then as you are now?”

Wanda laughed and you kissed the corner of her mouth, adoring the way she looked when she smiled. “Bigger.”

“No way.”

She laughed harder. “I’m kidding.”

“Dude. I was ready with several questions if you were actually more slutty then than you are now. Because I mean… damn.”

“Y/N,” Wanda giggled.

“I’m joking. I think you’re amazing, you know?”

You kissed her temple, letting your lips linger for a couple moments while Wanda closed her eyes, letting herself feel loved.

When you pulled away, she opened them and met your eyes. “I know.”

“Cool,” you said and laughed through your nose. You slipped off of her and helped Wanda get under the blankets before you followed. Carefully, you removed her earrings and reached over her to set them down on the nightstand. Then you kissed her.

Wanda’s hands came to the sides of your face, her thumbs rubbing your cheekbones gently, adoringly. She pecked your lips one more time when you pulled away. “I want to wake up with your hands on me. I want to be yours even in my sleep.”

“You’d like that, mommy?” you teased lightheartedly.

Wanda flushed and looked away, but you kissed her cheek and you felt the corner of her lips pull up into a smile against your own. “It makes me blush when you call me that.”

“Stay the night,” you told her. “Don’t leave.”

“Really? Here?”

You nodded.

She asked, “On the couch?”

“No,” you laughed. “Here. Right here. With me.”

Wanda regarded you with soft eyes and a small smile, feeling so filled with love and admiration for you. Then she said, “You’re going to regret doing this with me, Y/N. Maybe not tonight when you wake up and find me still here laying with you, or tomorrow, but someday you will.”

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked and moved onto your elbow.

“It is no life for someone as young as you with so many other opportunities to find something better, to choose a life with someone older. Someone like me. Even if only for a short while.”

You shook your head immediately and Wanda cupped your cheek with your hand, telling you that she understood and that it was okay. But you brushed her hand off of you and looked down at her seriously. “Wanda, this isn’t just going to be a short while. I… I want this. I want you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“I do,” you insisted sternly. She shook her head and looked away. You placed your hand on the side of her face and made her look at you. “Why are you doing that? Why don’t you believe me?”

“All I do is disappoint people, Y/N. You don’t think that, at some point, my mother had faith in me? And everyone who ever thought I’d be more than what I am now? And you?”

You rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, feeling yourself tear up.

“Don’t cry, baby, please,” Wanda said, reaching up to wipe your tears. But you sat up out of her reach and looked down at her.

“This is real, Wanda,” you told her and dropped your hands into your lap. “It’s real. How I feel about you is real. It isn’t just going to be something that’ll go away when you make a mistake or when things get hard. I’m not going to go anywhere.” She looked up at you, seemingly astonished. “You’re not going to get rid of me. I’m not going to let you.”

She whispered your name quietly, but you continued, “I don’t care what you think will happen. I want to be with you.”

You must’ve started crying at some point because Wanda sat up and wrapped her arms around you, rubbing her hand up and down your back, hushing you softly and holding you close to her. Your tears warmed her bare shoulder and you hugged your arms around her.

“Okay, I believe you, Y/N,” she said.

“No, you don’t. You’re just saying that to make me stop crying.”

Wanda pulled away and looked at you. “No, I’m not. I believe you,” she asserted. Her arms unwrapped from around your shoulders and she held your face in her hands. “Thank you.”

It was when your tears finally dried that you saw that Wanda was crying too. You leaned forward and kissed her. “You won’t leave? In the middle of the night or something?” you asked. She shook her head.

Wanda laid back down in your bed and you followed after turning the lamp on your bedside table off. You wrapped her arms around her body the moment you sunk down in bed with her, your bare bodies sharing in each other’s warmths under the blankets.

“I love you,” you promised.

She replied, “I love you too.”

Wrapped in your body and feeling filled to the brim with your promises of love and commitment, Wanda was kept up in your bed after you fell asleep as she basked in the scent of you, the silence of your bedroom, the sound of your breathing.

Iryna always had the power of making Wanda feel like a child, of a wandering daydreamer with an overly-sensitive spirit set on a path of following her heart and nothing more.

Maybe her mother was right about her.

And for the first time in all her life, Wanda felt proud about that.

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frostedfaves · 1 year ago

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Control

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You lose your temper with Wanda after a mission and she decides to correct your behavior.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, arguing, brief blood mention, dom/sub dynamics (mommy kink havers unite), smut: fingering, oral, edging and overstimulation, also supporting women’s wrongs 😌

A/N: posting for the first time since October is kinda terrifying but I wanted to share this idea. if it flops I was never here

To say that you were pissed would be an understatement.

You were younger than the other members of the Avengers so you hadn’t been running missions as long, but you’d definitely been at them longer than Wanda, who was the current source of your anger. The others could practically feel the discontentment radiating from you and knew from experience not to pay any extra attention, but it seemed Wanda couldn’t keep your eyes off of you. Unfortunately for her, you quickly figured out how to keep your thoughts locked away, but it didn’t take a mind reader to know you weren’t in an approachable mood.

The door to the jet had barely touched the floor beneath it before you were walking out, declining any medical attention on the way to your room because it wasn’t your blood staining your suit and skin to begin with. Instead you stripped away the dirty clothing and hopped into the warm shower to wash away the physical reminders of what upset you in the first place.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind since you won’t allow me to find out for myself?”

Wanda was seated at the edge of your bed when you emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and you couldn’t say that you were surprised. This is how you usually found her when you had a movie night or an outing planned, having given each other permission to enter your designated spaces at any time. You considered not giving her a response despite her confirmation of knowing you were upset but your mouth had other plans.

“I didn’t realize I was allowed to speak for myself,” you responded in a tone seemingly calm to an outsider as you went over to the closet to find fresh loungewear. “Or is that only reserved for special occasions?”

“What does that–”

“You’re not my fucking mother, Wanda!’ you all but screamed at her as you tossed sweatpants on the bed beside her.

“So this is about the interrogation.”

“No, it’s about the tv show I watched last night,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically. “Of course it’s about that! You were way out of line and you could have cost me intel if I didn’t find that flash drive on his body. Unless I signal to you or directly tell you I need help, I don’t need help! I especially don’t need you running to my fucking rescue every time someone’s a little mean to me.”

“He wasn’t just ‘a little mean’. He was threatening you!” she argues and you let out a laugh void of humor.

“Wanda, what the fuck was he going to do to me tied up with a gun to his head? Please, enlighten me.”

“Don’t be condescending right now.”

“I wouldn’t have to be condescending if you weren’t such a trigger happy pussy during the mission!”

“You know what?” Wanda was in your face within two steps, hand closed tightly around your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact. “I may not be your mother but maybe I should start acting like one. You clearly need better direction.”

“Wanda–”

“Mommy,” she insists while squeezing just a bit tighter, and you release a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Mommy,” you repeat quietly and she grins.

“That’s my good girl.”

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like minutes before she pulls you in closer and goes in for a kiss. Despite your arms being frozen at your sides you melt into it, feeling almost a relief of tension that’d been building for quite some time if you were being completely honest. A shiver traveled down your spine as you felt her free hand carefully unwrapping your towel, and you heard it land in the chair nearby.

In a flurry of movement you were suddenly against the mattress, staring up at Wanda as she climbed over you. One of her hands held your wrists together above your head while the other wandered around your exposed skin. Her kisses left your lips and traveled down the side of your jaw, around your neck and down your hardened nipples, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you as she pulled one into her mouth.

“Don’t have much to say now, do you?” she teased as she switched to the other nipple, chuckling as she licked and gently tugged at it, and all you could do is whimper again breathlessly. “I didn’t think so.”

Your wrists are freed from hers for only a brief moment before you feel a tingling sensation, realizing that she’d instead opted for her powers to hold them together as she travels further down your body. Your heart was beating fast with the anticipation of it all, but you couldn’t help attempting some sort of comeback in the moment.

“Don’t be so – oh my god.”

Your cockiness was short-lived as Wanda suddenly dove tongue first into your pussy, your back arching just a bit as she began circling around your clit. By the time she wrapped her lips around the bundle of nerves you’ve started bucking your hips, and she’s quick to grab onto your hips and hold you into place. To your surprise, she kept going without interruption until she made you cum, and you couldn’t help the noises that came when she continued tasting you, suddenly inserting two fingers as well.

“Please don’t stop, I’m gonna–”

“Look at me.”

You let out a loud whine in protest when she pulled her head up and slowed down the motion of her fingers drastically.

“I want you to repeat after me or that last orgasm is the only one you’ll ever get out of me. Nod if you understand,” she commanded and you nod. “Good girl. Tell me that you are going to listen when Mommy tells you to do something because she knows best for you.”

“M-mommy,” you stuttered out a moan when her fingers plunged deeper for a moment.

“Say it or I’ll stop.”

“I-I’m going to listen when Mommy tells me to do something because she knows what’s best for me.”

“I’m going to tell Mommy when something upsets me instead of acting like a brat,” Wanda continued, brushing your clit with her thumb for a moment and grinning when you stuttered through your repetition. “Now remind me who you belong to again, love?”

She inserted a third finger and quickened her pace suddenly, and you almost forget your instructions until she delivered a quick slap to your hardened nipple.

“I’m yours, Mommy. All yours,” you assure her breathlessly, feeling relief when she praised you again and begging her not to stop.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”

She caressed the stinging nipple with her thumb as she dove back in with her tongue, teasing your clit again until she couldn’t hold back and started fully sucking on it again. She took pleasure in the sounds you made, so much so that she kept making you cum over and over until you finally started protesting and trying to escape her hand and mouth despite how good it all felt. Even then she made sure to get one more orgasm out of you, slowly pulling away with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Open up, my gorgeous girl.”

The fingers that were inside you passed your lips and you cleaned them for her hungrily, feeling something stir inside you again when you saw her lick her lips. Wanda noticed you watching and slowly removed her fingers, replacing them with her own lips and tongue.

“Such a good girl for me,” Wanda praised while climbing backwards off the bed, and you watched her slowly remove her own loungewear, your eyes heavily focused on her own hardened nipples and she chuckled when she noticed.

“Maybe you could taste two things for me tonight.”

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year ago

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Corruption

Kinktober 2023 | Marvel Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Scarlet witch x fem!reader

Genre: smut & angst

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kidnapping, gagging, degradation, biting, spanking, slapping, fingering, overstimulation, g!p (conjured), face fucking, oral (bj), anal play, restraints, orgasm denial, sub/dom dynamic, dubcon

Summary: When Wanda seeks out your comfort one late night, you willingly oblige. However unbeknownst to you, the older woman has been changed by her recent shortcomings and has plans for your new role in her life.

A/n: I want to preface this by saying that THIS IS A DARK FIC, meaning the themes of it can be triggering and will not appeal to some. Read at your own risk, and please avoid if you believe anything in the warnings will negatively affect you.

In the darkness of the room you were being kept in, time was hard to keep track of and left ample room for crazed thoughts to run rampant. You'd been here for what you could only assume had been a couple of days. The shackles - attached to the ceiling, forcing your body to remain upright - dug painfully into your wrists' sore, tender flesh. Nothing could have prepared you for this. For what you'd endured in the last days, and who the one causing it would be.

When Wanda approached your doorstep late at night, you hadn't known her intentions. You'd been ignorant to think the loss of her children would have had little effect on her, so you let her in and offered comfort in the one way you always had with her - using your body. When you woke up the following morning, you'd expected to be greeted by an empty, dishevelled bed and aching muscles. However, the moment your eyes opened, your muscles were strained, not just from the excursions that took place but from the effort it took to hold up your body.

There was a dim red light glowing in the corner of the room. When your sleep-addled vision cleared and adjusted to the dark setting, you saw the shrouded figure emerge. It was Wanda, but now her stance vastly differed from the night prior. She stood tall, her strides purposeful and her gaze predatory.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up," the redhead's lips lifted at the sides, forming an alluring yet daunting smirk.

"What's going on?" you hurried to ask, "Why am I here, Wanda?"

There was nothing behind her eyes resembling the softness you used to see. The witch was cold and callus, walking around you, her nose pointed upwards, inspecting your nakedness and dismantling you under her gaze.

"You're here to listen and obey," she mused, her tone bored and unbothered.

The chains rattled as you fought against them, almost losing your unsteady footing, "I don't understand. Wanda, let me go. This isn't you."

The redhead appeared in front of you in an instant. Though she wore a faint smile, it was not mirrored in her eyes - that remained displeased.

"You don't know what I am anymore." There was anger behind her words, as though this new persona was something she was forced into becoming. Her inky fingers sought out your jaw, etching fine scarlet lines down your throat until she stopped and wrapped her hand around your neck, "You will listen, and you will obey." She repeated.

"I-"

Before you could get another appeal out, your airways were forcefully closed, and your nipple was roughly pinched. The silent whimper you let out seemed to intrigue Wanda, and she repeated the action on your other nipple, extracting the same response.

When she lowered her head and soothed your swollen tit, running her tongue in circles, you couldn't help the small appreciative moan you let out. The sensation was welcome, overshadowing the dull ache in your legs and arms, planting the seeds of satisfaction and desire, so much so that you closed your eyes and momentarily forgot where you were.

The air filtered back into your lungs as Wanda eased her grasp on your neck, and you let it circulate through your body with each shaky inhale and subjugated to the fleeting euphoria running through your veins.

"Stop!" you shrieked abruptly, eyes flinging open, wrists wrestling against your restraints once more.

The witch surged up, and her hand collided with the side of your face. The harsh slap left your cheek stinging, tears blossoming in your eyes. The pain was barely registered and loomed behind the initial shock of what had just happened. You wanted to touch where she had hit you, soothe the reddening spot, but the chains above you were unrelenting and echoed what Wanda had said, 'obey.'

Burning fury painted emerald eyes red, and now, you were terrified. With a jerk of her wrist, material was wrapped around your mouth, stopping you from making any other unsanctioned demands.

The fear that danced in your eyes extinguished some of the anger in Wanda's. With an eyebrow raised, she waited a few seconds for you to stop fighting against your gag before raking one hand through your hair and craning your head back. With your neck fully exposed, the older woman drew her head down and bit.

The mix of pain and pleasure licked every nerve ending in your body and cleverly distracted you from the hand wandering south until it was too late. Two slender fingers thrust inside you, and instantly, your hips bucked with a keening cry. A small fire bubbled inside you, starting in your chest, working its way down to your stomach, and finally settling scorching blue between your legs.

"You're so wet," Wanda whispered hotly into your neck, starting to pump lazily into your tight channel, "Are you sure you want me to stop?"

Staring up at the ceiling, you watched the metal chains sway in time with your grinding hips. This was wrong, you knew it. However, your body did not. The older woman was right; you were dripping. You'd felt the treacherous arousal pool in your sex the moment Wanda walked in, sizing you up like her next meal.

She was dressed in red, tight trousers and a form-fitting body piece that actuated her curves in all the right places. This combination of her new style and the intoxicating power she wielded had damned you from the get-go. You just hadn't wanted to admit it.

Now, with her fingers prying soft whimpers and mewls from you, there was nothing left in you to deny yourself further from what you wanted. Wrapping a leg around Wanda's leather-clad hips, you held tightly to loops of cold metal, leaving outlines of o's along your palms. Hungry teeth continued to gnaw at your neck between intervals of sucking and pinching nibbles.

The pressure on your arched spine dissipated when the hand in your hair moved to your raised thigh. It pulled you closer, and you let out a mangled cry when the palm of Wanda's hand touched your neglected clit. Hardened nipples brushed against rugged leather, and the delicious friction sent another wave of arousal to gush from your filled cunt.

Then, all movement stopped.

You thrashed against unmoving fingers, seeking out the orgasm that was near in sight, but the pleasure paled compared to the overpowering stimulation you received moments ago.

"So desperate." Wanda sniggered, emerging from your bruised neck, "So greedy."

She watched as you tried to get yourself off on her stubborn fingers, face screwed together in frustration. Watched as your eyes silently begged her for more. Smirked when tears burned in your eyes, and you let out choked sobs from behind your gag.

"You want to come so badly, don't you?" she taunted smugly, pulling her fingers out and ignoring your sobbed-out whine, "Open. I want you to taste your filthy cunt." she pulled down the saliva-coated material and held her wet fingers to your closed lips.

The heady smell filled your nostrils, and saliva gathered in your mouth. You wanted so badly to lick her fingers clean, to hear Wanda moan again much like she did the night prior, but the realisation that doing as you were told would be giving up the one bit of power and control you had left made you turn your head away in disdain.

A wicked cackle bellowed through the dark room, making you cringe and attempt to scarper away. The sight was most likely pathetic. You, naked, dripping down your legs and aimlessly kicking your feet off the ground with limited space to go. It only made Wanda laugh harder.

"Pitiful," she muttered, looking you up and down, "I'll be back tomorrow."

She turned, took a few steps, and suddenly, you felt like you could breathe again. That was until the older woman doubled back, shoved her fingers into your mouth and used her other hand to open your jaw. The force with which she had thrust her fingers into your mouth left you gagging and coughing, and still, Wanda refused to remove her fingers.

"Suck," she growled.

And only after feeling bile rise in your throat did you relent and obey.

Every night, Wanda would visit, cast warm rays of red over the room, offer food and water and ask the same question.

"Are you ready to behave?"

Regardless of your answer, she would do as she wished, much like the first night. You wanted to hate it, to hate her, hate yourself for the pleased sounds you let out, for enjoying something you know you shouldn't, for slipping up and becoming pliant one too many times. You needed it. You needed her. Though she was the one who would, time and time again, rip away your release, she was also the only person who could give it to you.

Over the span of the following days, your willpower lessened and lessened. The idea of giving yourself to the witch to end this torment became more and more attractive. She'd made it clear that surrendering to her would have its reward but never made apparent what that reward would entail. But to your weak mind, your fighting legs and swollen wrists, anything seemed better than what you were enduring.

So after one too many nights of being denied, when asked the question, you conceded and gave your capture what she wanted, whatever that may have been.

You met her gaze as she walked in and made your decision known, "I'm ready."

Without batting an eyelid, Wanda undid the restraints. The metal clicked, your arms slid out of the cuffs and with nothing holding you upright, your body crumpled to the floor. Tingles ran through your legs as the sensations returned to them. It was near orgasmic, feeling the assuaging tension dissipate.

When you could curl and uncurl your toes without pain, you gradually gravitated back upright until a pressure pushed down on your worn-out shoulder, forcing you to the floor again. Your knees smacked the hard concrete with a shattering thud, and you let out a pained groan.

"I want you on your knees," Wanda commanded, menacingly looking at you like a speck of dirt on her shoe.

Wanda dug the sole of her shoe harder into your shoulder, blanketing your muscles in searing pain. Fighting against your body and the redheads to remain steady in your position, you steeled your spine and secured your tongue between your teeth. Seething in pain seemed a better option than curling up into a little ball, which would only antagonise your delicate situation. Glancing up, it was hard to ignore the change. Between her legs, poorly hidden by tight leather trousers, was a prominent bulge.

"You're going to suck my cock like a good little bitch." Wanda announced, raising a brow and waiting for a complaint.

Of course, you knew this was another test to determine whether you had taken heed to what she had demanded of you. The role of being submissive surprisingly came easy to you. So far, all it entailed was remaining quiet and complacent, something that wasn't exceptionally difficult. A slanted smirk and the yielding weight off your shoulder was confirmation enough that your submission was taken gratuitously.

In the blink of an eye, Wanda - towered over you still - was fully undressed. As always, you found yourself exploring the plains of her glorious figure with your eyes, taking count of all the scattered freckles and beauty marks, travelling up and down creamy thighs and finally honing in on the generous peaks jutting from her chest. The contours of her body were beyond breathtaking. She was the image of perfection.

It was odd to feel such fondness towards your capture, but with a history of joyous nights wrapped in one another, complications arose and left you stranded far beyond the borders of confusion.

Reading you like a book, Wanda's face lit up. The faint colouring on her cheeks reminded you of the lost woman who was haunted by her past and yet still held so much love in her heart, the woman who was a hero, who, without question, would sacrifice herself for the greater good. She was still there, lurking in the depth of this new hardened exterior. But trying to reach her was a mission for another day because as quickly as her old self was there, she was gone.

Her foot finally met the ground alongside its twin, and now, directly in your eye line was Wanda's erect cock. It was far bigger than any you had seen or taken, standing proudly, nothing short of eight inches. A step forward had the end of her brushing against your lips, pre-come wetting the textured skin salty. Your whole body stiffened, and your jaw tensed.

"Uh-uh," she took her hardness into her hands and eased it between your lips until muscle memory took over and your mouth opened.

In an instant, the tip of her cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You were being forced to devour her full length at record speed, causing tears to sprout with each passing gag. Filthy moans and sucking sounds filtered through the room, and soon, Wanda was fucking your face harder and faster, not caring about the death grip she had on your hair or the bruising she was causing to your throat.

"Such a good little slut." she praised.

Tongue flattened on the underside of your mouth, you traced ridged veins and treasured the snap of Wanda's neck, which was thrown back blissfully. Hard as it was to admit, you got lost in it. In the feeling of pleasuring this divine woman. Fell into the electric rhythm of her stiff cock and the sound of her low groans.

Ribbons of warm sticky come filled your mouth as Wanda let out a feral howl. She pulled out and finished unloading herself all over your face. The taste wasn't unpleasant. It was salty and bitter, faintly familiar yet entirely new. Nevertheless, with the witch's seed smeared all over your face and present in your mouth, you felt dirty and wanted to rid yourself of the feeling entirely.

"Don't even think about it," Wanda warned, clamping your jaw shut with one hand and pinching your nostrils shut with the other, "Swallow."

Nails cut deep into your nostrils, etching moon crescent outlines into sweat-clad skin. If you didn't choke, you'd surely run out of air trying to fight an unwinnable battle. You admitted defeat, tasting the saltiness trickle along your throat and feeling the last bit of pride you were clinging onto shrivel and melt away. Then came the tears. Fat, burning, free-flowing tears.

"You're only making this more fun for me," the older woman sneered, releasing your nose and using the hand on your jaw to harshly cast your head aside, "Bend over, ass in the air."

There was no time to recover, no time for thinking twice. You'd have barked, performed tricks, and eaten out of a bowl if asked. So, you bent over and let the cold air lick your exposed cunt, whimpering as fingers teased through your sensitive folds.

Faint shuffling sounds were heard from behind you, and then, with no prior warning, metal slipped between your legs. Whilst it slid through fluids, clear insight into what was about to happen struck. The plug skimmed rearwards, teasing your back entrance. It was cold, sending shivers up your back and eliciting a whimper from you.

"Relax," Wanda ordered. Her voice softened before she spoke again, "If you don't, it will hurt."

With a steady hand, Wanda pushed the plug inside you, twisting to ease the intrusion. As quickly as the gentleness in her actions came, it vanished. The plug thrust into you, and a crackling cry left your lips. Soft lips drowned out your sob, and a demanding tongue plunged into the depth of your warm mouth.

A steady heartbeat thrummed over your back, and pointed nipples grazed your shoulder blades, replacing the uncomfortable pressure with bubbling exhilaration. In this position, the slick tip of the redhead was felt against your sex, and it took all your might not to lean back into the tantalising contact.

Slowly rolling her hips, Wanda pulled soft moans and whimpers from you as she toyed with the plug, twisting and turning it, and began marking your neck with blotches of red. You endured this teasing for endless minutes, listening to steady breaths intensify, feeling hips circle faster and more uncontrolled and eventually letting your moans and whimpers grow in volume.

Behind you, Wanda was coming apart, and you were being made to remain still and serve your purpose. Except, you didn't want to. The ache between your legs throbbed. Over gruelling days, you were brought to the edge multiple times and hauled back before you could reach your well-needed peak. The searing need to come was too much, and all you could do was throw a silent pity party, blow out your candles, cry salty tears of exhaustion onto tooth-rotting icing and hope that your complacency would earn you your heart's desire.

"Please," you whispered, pushing back to alleviate the mounting yearning in your core.

The plea earned you a swift spanking, and the privilege of using your hands was removed. Your hands flung behind your back, and rope secured them together. Without anything holding you up, the side of your face collided with the cold floor, and seething pain crept all over your face.

The dull ache in your needy pussy multiplied ten folds, and something told you it was not only your body's doing but a different force entirely.

"You feel that?" Wanda remarked with a laugh, "That's what it will feel like if you try and take matters into your own hands again."

The limit to your submissiveness ceased to exist. You were putty in Wanda's hands; you'd do anything for her, to her, let her do anything to you because you needed this, whatever was about to take place, you knew you wanted.

Though you'd adjusted the darkroom long ago, picking apart all the various scattered objects, a chair in the corner, the door to the side, chains hanging from above, you sought comfort in not seeing anything. Eyes closed, the irreparable desire halted, embers danced with stars painting a night sky, and inner turmoil transmuted into a calming yet eager readiness. Wanda traced your entrance, never entering, only prodding and then sliding up and applying almost-there pressure to your clit.

Your mind's eyes closed, settled back into the present seconds passing by, and homed in on every sensation. The cold air licking your hardened nipples, the concrete floor hard and pressing against your flushed cheek, the warm body hovering above you, the puffs of air tickling your upper back.

It was then you were rewarded with the delicious stretching of your tight canal. Inch by inch, Wanda filled you, taking her time, savouring how you clenched and tightened around her. Clinging to the rope secured over your wrists, you wedged your bottom lip between your teeth and held back from screaming out in unadulterated bliss. It felt so right, despite being so wrong, to be filled entirely, to be used for one single purpose, to have to earn what felt like the one thing you needed, would ever need.

And that was how it happened. As Wanda launched into a full assault, pounding into you, fucking you hard and deep, you decided this was your fate, to be hers wholeheartedly, to listen and obey for however long she would have it that way.

Wanda seized a handful of your hair and tugged you up. Using her new anchor, she pushed deeper into you, each thrust ending in her thighs slapping against the back of yours. Thrashing and seizing, you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching with each hit of her cock sliding against your g-spot and hadn't the slightest hesitance in what to do.

"Can I come?" you pleadingly asked, each word broken by a forced jerk of Wanda's hips.

"Look who's learning," she tweaked the plug between her fingers, pulling it in and out, and you felt it everywhere. Your whole body shook and burned alight. All your brain could comprehend was pleasure, "Do it."

The floodgates crashed open, and you let out a keening cry. Days. It had been days of being denied this. This glorious, unparalleled utopia of endorphins running rife, heart beating so hard your chest feels as though it may collapse. It was the light at the end of the tunnel, heaven after hell. It was all you ever wanted to know.

Your climax seemingly never came to an end as Wanda continued driving into you, her speed the same, vigour growing more and more bestial. Nothing was tangible anymore; only the repeat slaps tenderising your ass that jerked you back to consciousness. You heard your screams accompany the witch's grunts and felt molten tears stream down your face, but the last thing you remembered was the final push that had you falling over the edge with your eyes rolling back into your head and Wanda unloading herself inside your tight walls.

When you woke up, you were in a familiar position, arms held up, legs barely holding your weight. A body pressed to your back, and instantly, you calmed and fell into the welcoming presence. Wanda's sultry voice spoke from behind you, asking only one thing: "Are you ready to behave?"

And with no hesitation came your answer, "Always."

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quickiesgirl · 1 year ago

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In the Kitchen - Wanda Maximoff

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Semi-Public Sex, Kitchen Sex, Cunnilingus, 50s Theme, Alternative Universe, My Shitty Writing.

Kinktober 1 - Kitchen Sex

You weren’t entirely thrilled receiving an invitation to the summer block party, thrown by your neighbor, Agnes. As fun as it may seem to fellow Westview residents, you rarely cared for the large, interactive crowds.

Instead, you enjoyed being in the presence of your family, whereas your wonderful wife, Wanda, was a social butterfly. Yet, even with these different traits, you still found some interesting ways to work around them.

Wanda glanced over her shoulder watching you walk through the kitchen door, well-dressed, and fresh out of the shower.

“Almost ready, my love?” She asked with the sweetest, most loving tone, untying the white, laced apron around her waist to lay it on top of the countertop, watching as you walked through the kitchen door, well-dressed, and fresh out of a shower.

“Almost,” You repeated, leaning into the side of the counter, feeding the thin, leather belt through your trousers, noticing the silence that filled the active household, “Did the boys already head outside?”

“Yeah, they’re out on the lawn playing with Señor Scratchy.”

You took a moment to admire the missis. She looked absolutely stunning, standing there, dressed in her new blouse, bought specially for this occasion, and a bright, flowy pencil skirt that stopped mid-knee, hugging her hips in just the right places.

You came up from behind and wrapped your arms around her waist, chest pressing into her back while your chin lowered upon her shoulder with pursed, pouty lips, “Sure we can’t stay home today?”

“Honey, we have to show up to the block party, Agnes is counting on us to bring the pies. I just hope I followed her grandmother's recipe correctly..." She said, glancing down at the recipe card, squinting her eyes, and knitting her brows together at the barely eligible writing scribbled across it.

Wanda quickly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her attention was now set on the warmth spreading through her entire body as your lips began to lay kisses along the back of her neck, her floral-scented perfume filling your nose as you hummed softly and allowed your hands to caress her round, curved hips.

Wanda sighed softly, cheeks growing a shade of scarlet as she tilted her neck to the side, allowing you more space to do as you please.

Intoxicated by your touch and attention.

You move up slowly, soft lips brushing against the ridge of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, whispering in that dominant tone, “mhm, least I’ll have my gorgeous wife by my side,”

She spun around in your embrace, laying her hands upon your clothed frame and sliding from your waist up to your breasts to adjust the collar of your long-sleeved button-up.

“You know, no one would mind us being a few minutes late,” You suggested knowingly, inching your face closer to hers, “Just a little taste, baby?”

Wanda immediately looked around seeing the many open windows surrounding the two of you, along with the frequently used door leading into the kitchen, “In here? W-what if someone sees us, or the kids walk in on us?”

“No one will catch us, darling. I’ll be listening for the door the entire time.”

That look on your face tells everything she needs to know, all your wants and desires, without even having to read your mind. It made her ache for your touch. “Promise?”

“I promise.” You smirked, watching her slowly move in, lacing her arms around your neck and connecting her lips to yours for a deep, intimate kiss.

Before she could think, you pinned her to the kitchen counter and grabbed ahold of her upper thighs to swiftly place her on top, causing a soft gasp to escape her lips. Your action sends a wave of heat between her thighs. She loved it when you’re forceful.

Wanda slowly kicked off her pearl-colored kitten heels, dropping them to the floor as she draped her arms over your shoulders, feeling your hands massage the underside of her smooth legs, the metal of your wedding ring cold and prominent against her skin, reminding her of the undying love you share for each other.

With a twist of her wrist, her fingers blazed with red translucent energy, using her powers to suddenly close the kitchen shutters that looked in on the dining room table and living room, giving the two of you some much-needed privacy.

Wasting no time, you pushed her skirt up and discarded her white panties to the floor, kneeling down, face inches away from her pretty, hairless pussy, already glistening with arousal.

Eyes fluttering shut, taking in her sweet aroma with each breath before pressing your warm, wet tongue just above her entrance, licking a long, teasingly slow strip between her folds till you reach her sensitive bud, feeling her pulsate beneath your touch.

Wanda sucked in a sharp breath, instantly dropping her hands up to grab ahold of your hair and push you deeper, showing you exactly where she needed you the most, causing you to devilishly smirk at your beautiful wife before pulling her hood back ever so slightly to reveal her swollen, sensitive clitoris, finally giving her some well-deserved attention.

The second the tip of your tongue swirled around, a pretty moan escaped her lips. Her head arching back as she squeezes your hair between her fingers, feeling the heat already pooling in her stomach. The weight of her gorgeous thighs now strung over your steady shoulders.

“Best keep those eyes on me, sweetheart…” You said in less of a suggestion and more of an order, “I wouldn't want you to miss the show.”

Wanda’s heavy gaze lowered, lashes batting as she watched your tongue work and maneuver her sweet spots between those pink, puffy lips, licking and teasing till her legs were trembling around your head.

Your mind was set on one thing, getting a taste of that sweet cum gushing across your lips.

Her little pornographic sounds began to build, more and more, until they were spilling out of the kitchen. She was struggling to remain quiet.

Wanda bunched the beautifully old-fashioned material of her dress in the palm of her hand, digging her long, painted nails into the fabric as her other hand reached down to grip the edge of the wooden counter, searching for any form of support so she could roll her hips on your tongue.

A coil lay in her stomach, tensing and tightening, pulling her closer to release.

“Mhm, that’s it, pretty baby,” You growl, grabbing hold of her hips over the soft material of her skirt to arch her pelvis forward and hold her still while you sink into her wet, tight hole, allowing your tongue to side in and out relentlessly, stroking her velvety walls while you fucked her forcefully.

“Please, I'm gonna come! Y-you're gonna- make me cu-mmuhh~” She reached her tipping point, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her body tensing under your touch, unable to hold back any longer.

Her cunt contracted, releasing her sweet juices along your tastebuds, painting your tongue like so many times before, yet every time, it was just as sweet as the last.

You happily cleaned her up, and slowly dragged your hands down, planting gentle kisses along her plush inner thigh while you ogled your wife, who was beautiful as ever with that dazed, euphoric look across her face.

The sound of the front door slamming shut instantly caught your attention. Your eyes broaden, listening to Billy shout from the living room, “Mom? Mom? Hey, where is everyone?”

Wanda gasped, hurriedly standing to her feet, hands flattening down her skirt, and slipping back into her heels as you swiped her panties from the floor and tucked them into your back pocket.

“We’re in the kitchen.” You spoke up, dragging your thumb over your bottom lip, collecting the rest of her juices to lick away before gazing in her direction, “We’ll be finishing this later.”

She blushingly smiled, trying to hide it as soon as Billy and Tommy rushed through the swinging door with pure excitement on their faces.

You made her needy, sick thoughts begin to wander, anticipating sundown when the kids are tucked away in bed, peacefully asleep while their moms finally have some alone time.

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caroldantops · 1 year ago

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like a stray to the arms that were open

ship: dark!wanda maximoff x fem!reader; dark(ish)!valkyrie x fem!reader

summary/request: wanda needs a safe place for her and her pet to stay. valkyrie comes up with a compromise. for @maximotts

word count: 1.9k

warnings: smut (18+), dom!wanda, dom!valkyrie, sub!reader, dark themes (kidnapping, brainwashing), very light pet play (just the term pet and collaring), free use, fingering, overstimulation

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"Enter."

Valkyrie absentmindedly sharpens her dagger, not caring about the mess that accumulates on her desk. She watches the cloaked figure move into the room carefully, each step echoing across the tiles. You follow close behind, a shimmering red trail of light linking your bound wrists and the collar around your neck to your owner. You're dressed in a very plain, but delicate light pink silk garment that hits you just at mid-thigh. The two of you together are a stark contrast, but it's rather fitting, Valkyrie thinks.

"Thank you for meeting with me, your majesty."

"Save your formalities, Wanda," Valkyrie rests her dagger on the table and kicks up her feet, resting her hands folded together on her abdomen. "Or should I say, Scarlet Witch?"

"Well, since we're dropping the formalities, Wanda is just fine." The king gestures to the seats in front of her desk. Wanda takes one of them, and you remain standing, frozen as you wait for permission. Valkyrie watches you carefully, your gaze set hard on the handcrafted tiles beneath your bare feet. She bets you're freezing in the Nordic air, her raging fireplace at the back of her office doing little to soothe your bare skin.

But you don't complain. You don't even shiver.

You've been told to keep quiet and still and wait for your orders, so you do.

Valkyrie can imagine a laundry list of ways she'd like to test that obedience.

"Kneel," Wanda finally commands. You drop to the floor, kneeling silently beside her. She rewards you with a gentle stroke along the back of your neck, silent code for good girl.

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, witchy?"

You can feel Wanda's energy radiating off of her, your body and mind deeply in tune with your own by this point, and you can tell she doesn't appreciate the nickname. But, she's here to ask a favor, so she does not take the time to argue about it.

"I've come to ask if you would be able to provide a safe place to stay. I have been...forced to find somewhere where I can keep a low profile."

"This about the whole New Jersey situation?" Valkyrie raises an eyebrow. She knows little about Wanda, mainly from Thor, but a certain sorcerer won't stop contacting her with updates on "multiversal threats" as if she has time to give a shit about that.

"Partially. And some events after that." You see Wanda tap her Darkhold stained fingers against her thigh. A few moments of silence pass as Valkyrie thinks. You dare dart your eyes upwards to see her for briefly, her eyebrows furrowed deep in contemplation.

"Well, y'see you're putting me in a bit of a dicey situation," Valkyrie sighs dramatically, like she's not plagued by the thought, but rather ready to bargain. "How am I gonna be sure that you're not gonna hold New Asgard hostage?"

"I have no intentions of doing that, Valkyrie," Wanda answers firmly. "What I had there I no longer have. There's no reason to repeat it."

"Hm. I believe you, y'know, I do. But if word gets out around town that I'm helping harbor a witch on the run, my people might not be very fond of that." The magic chain attached to your collar shifts, tugging slightly as the tension in Wanda's body grows. You squeak at the pressure, and she shoots you a look. Valkyrie also looks back down at you. "Y'know, you haven't properly introduced me to this one."

"This is my pet," Wanda answers, resting a hand on your head. You take this as cue to meet Valkyrie’s intense gaze over the edge of her intricately carved desk. She leans over out of her chair to see you better, and you shrink a bit under the attention. “In my…cross universe excursions, I found her all alone, just waiting for someone to come along and take care of her. So, I did.”

You lean into Wanda’s touch as she pets you. She wasn’t lying. At least, as far as you remember. She’s flushed out the hard parts, the parts that she didn’t want your sweet little mind plagued with. You didn’t need to remember that you had another Wanda at one point, one who left you for a variant of the man that Wanda thought she wanted back so desperately.

Lost and alone, desperate for your Wanda to come back. She never would, your new Wanda had told you when she yanked you from your universe, bringing you back to a secluded house in a withering forest. She terrified you, you had no idea what it was that she wanted with you - whenever you asked, all she replied was, “You.”

Wanda turned you into her prized pet, got rid of all those early memories that were holding you back from being as compliant and obedient as she needed. Every waking moment of your current existence was dedicated to pleasing her. And hers was now dedicated to keeping you safe.

“Interesting,” Valkyrie hums, sizing you and Wanda up. You can see the gears turning in her head, and you know that there’s no doubt that Wanda is peeking into the King’s mind. But, she doesn’t say anything, just waits for her to bring the thoughts up, which of course, Valkyrie does. “I think that I can manage to house you without raising any suspicions, witch. But you’ve got to sweeten the pot for me.”

“Just say what you want already,” Wanda says, face stoic.

“I let you live here, and you - ” Valkyrie points teasingly at Wanda. “ - let me play with your little pet here. Whenever I want.”

You can’t help but dart your eyes up to your owner. Wanda shows no signs of emotion on her face, not allowing you or Valkyrie to get any sense of where her head is at. Your body shivers at the idea of Valkyrie toying with you. Wanda doesn’t miss it, tugging the magic leash and making you squeak again.

“I scratch your back, you scratch mine, yeah?” Valkyrie chuckles as Wanda continues to sit in silence.

“Angel,” Wanda speaks to you. You perk up at her acknowledgement. “You would do anything I asked of you, right? Because you’re my good girl?”

“Yes, mommy,” you answer with no hesitation.

Wanda nods, like she knew the answer anyway. Or rather, would’ve decided despite your response. She turns back to Valkyrie.

“Deal. As long as I’m present.”

“Course, wouldn’t want me to snatch her away from ya,” Valkyrie grins, offering her hand across the table as if she’s just secured a fancy business deal. Wanda can’t help but roll her eyes as she shakes it. “Can’t wait to break her in. Actually, why even wait?”

“You’re cashing in already?”

“I did say whenever I want, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Wanda breaks the magic tethering you to her. You look up for her guidance of what you’re supposed to do, but you don’t have to sit wondering long. Valkyrie comes around the table and lifts you off the ground with no effort at all, tugging you to bend over the side of the table.

“C’mon, cupcake, gotta give your mommy a nice view huh?” Valkyrie whispers in your ear as she runs her hands up your bare thighs. She leans away from you to push your slip up over your ass and is pleased to see you’re completely bare underneath. “Wanda trying to freeze you in this weather, love? Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up in no time.”

You’re putty in her hands as she kisses up your spine, leaving small bites along the way that make you squirm against her hold. You feel her laugh against your skin as you wiggle, murmuring to herself how pretty you’re gonna look all bruised up.

“You like that, baby? You like my mouth on you?”

Your eyes dart to Wanda yet again. “Answer her, sweetheart. You can speak if she addresses you.”

“Yes…” You’re unsure of how to address the woman kneeling down so she’s face level with your already dripping cunt, and her breath against you makes it even harder to think.

“Hm, I think if you have a mommy already, only seems natural you call me daddy, hm?” Valkyrie licks a long stripe through your folds. You moan and buck against her face, her nose nudging your clit as you do. “Or, my king will also do.”

“Hungry for power much?” Wanda raises an eyebrow. She’s leaned back casually in the plush chair, watching Valkyrie work her pet as if she’s been doing this for years.

“Like you can talk,” Valkyrie shoots back before diving back into your waiting pussy. “Fuck, she’s delicious.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Wanda’s voice betrays her, that little arousal filled rasp that you’re so used to coming out as she shifts in her seat.

“Mm, I know why you wanted to keep her so bad.”

You feel Valkyrie stroke her fingers along your folds as she takes a break licking you to mark up your thighs. Her rough fingertips rub your clit and dip into your hole teasingly. You can’t help pushing back against her hand, which prompts her to deliver a swift smack to your core. Sharp heat pulses through your cunt as she does, and you cry out for Wanda automatically.

“Behave, baby,” Wanda responds to your sob.

“Need more,” you whine.

“Greedy little thing, are we?” Valkyrie’s fingers return to lazily teasing your clit, now throbbing and swollen. “I’m being so nice to you, and you complain about needing more?”

“No, no, ‘m sorry,” you cry. “I’ll be good.”

“Mm, bet you will. Bet your mommy keeps you in line, huh?” Valkyrie rewards your submission with three fingers in your aching cunt. You arch against her, pushing your hips back to meet her deep thrusts. “That’s right, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers. Feels so good, doesn’t it? God, if I’d known I would have a perfect pet bent over my desk today I would’ve brought my strap to work.”

“She’d love that,” Wanda says. “Loves being filled up so much. Loves being bred too.”

“Oh yeah?” Valkyrie grins and stands up, fingers never slowing their thrusts as she presses herself against your back. She leans down beside your ear and whispers, “You like being filled up with cum, huh baby? Want me to stuff that tight little pussy full?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Course you do, ‘cuz you’re nothing but a desperate slut. Only desperate sluts let strangers fuck them in front of their mommies.” You can barely respond with more than a whine, but that doesn’t matter to Valkyrie. She feels you clenching around her fingers, and curls them just right against your sensitive spot, ripping a raspy moan from your throat. “There you are baby, cum for me. Show your mommy how good I fuck you.”

You can feel a surge of wetness gush past Valkyrie’s fingers as she keeps fucking you through your orgasm, uncaring as you go completely limp on her desk. You expect her to pull out soon, but instead you feel another finger pushing inside of your spent hole. Dizzy with pleasure, you hardly notice as your head is lifted and placed in Wanda’s lap. She strokes your hair and shushes your whines as Valkyrie continues pounding into you, stretching you out more than Wanda ever has.

“Be a good girl and let Valkyrie play with you, baby. She’s gonna take her fill no matter how tired you are, might as well get used to it now.”

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wandussyfantasy · 1 year ago

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Dom Wanda x reader, reader has a penis Wanda torturing reader and edging them and then Wanda can't even help herself anymore cause she's so hirny and need readers cum she just fucks them hard and fast

Edging

Summary: You've been working too much and ignoring your fiance. Wanda was not having it.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT DO NOT READ, Dom!Wanda, sub!reader, gender not specified but reader has a penis, teasing, creampie, edging, strap-on (Natasha receiving), mutual masterbation, oral, and dirty talk.

You’re sitting in your home office doing research for a case when Wanda knocks on the door. “You’ve been in here for hours,” she says when you barely look up from the screen.

“It’s a very important client,” you reply as you find a stopping point. You sit back in your office chair to look at your fiance. “Is there something-” your question is cut off when your eyes land on Wanda standing in the doorway wearing a black and red lingerie set. “Oh,” your eyes widen as you gulp. “I see,” your cock twitches at the glorious sight of your sexy woman as she wears a seductive smile.

“You’ve been in here for hours,” she repeats. “You need to take a break.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you say, falling under her trance. You motion to move from your seat but Wanda shakes her head making you remain seated. Wanda gracefully walks over to you and with a sultry voice asks you to open your legs as she pushes your chair back. They separate without hesitation. She reaches down and lightly runs her fingers on your bulge as the tailored suit pants outline your penis perfectly. Your mouth falls open as she rubs you while maintaining eye contact. You lean in to give her a kiss but she stops you when your lips are a breath away. “Not yet,” she whispers, “But stay right there.”

You want to kiss her so badly but you comply with what she wants. When she wore a lingerie set, she was in charge no matter what. “Please,” you beg as you roll your hips a little impatiently under her hand.

“Do you want to feel my hand, baby?” She asks as she squeezes your cock. “Yes,” you hiss. “Yes what?” She squeezes harder causing you to moan.

“Yes, Mistress,” you correct yourself. She pecks your lips, “Good,” she pulls the zipper down and her hand jumps back at the feel of your skin. Wanda clicks her teeth. “You’re such a slut for not wearing your boxers, baby. You knew I would come in here if you were gone long enough, didn’t you?”

“No, Mistress,” you shake your head slightly, knocking your nose against hers. “I-I didn’t have a clean pair,” you explain.

Wanda reaches in your open pants to pull on your balls. “Liar,” she hisses in your ear. You knew how to get what you wanted out of her even when she was the one in control. If you ignored her all day, she wanted attention and she will do what she must in order to get all of yours. If you lied to her, well, she gave you a creative punishment. “I’m going to have you begging me to cum,” she decides. You weren’t sure what she meant by that but when she finally frees your cock from the tight prison, you figure that it won’t be a bad punishment at all. It certainly wasn’t like when she put one of her remote controlled vibrators up your ass and left you to work. Every thirty minutes she put it at the highest intensity which made your productivity close to nothing.

While jerking you off, Wanda finally kisses you. Her lips were the most intoxicating part of her. She knew how to move your mouth with hers and when she pulled away, she always bit your bottom lip and dragged her teeth into the flesh until there wasn’t any left in her mouth. She does this now before she moves to her knees to put her full focus onto your thick penis. She had you hard as a rock and feeling weak. She knows you just as well as you know her. If not more.

She licks your penis from where it sticks out of your pants to the sensitive tip, licking the precum. Wanda swirls her tongue over the head a few times and when your hips thrust up to enter her mouth she pulls away to shake her head. You wanted to start begging right then and there to be in her mouth, but you couldn't. Not yet. So you try to slow your breathing and regain some control of yourself. “Good, love,” she praises and rewards you with her hand and her tongue.

You close your eyes and you focus on the feeling. Her soft hands with a tight grip as she twists and pulls. Her wet tongue works its magic as she lubes you up with her warm saliva. You want nothing more than to have her warm full lips wrapped around your dick as she sucks on you but you have to wait. Unfortunately, your eyes shoot open when your computer starts ringing. “Stop, stop,” you tell her as soon as you see that it's your boss. It had to have been an emergency if she was calling this late. You wait for Wanda to stop licking you so you can answer but she doesn't.

“Answer it and behave yourself,” she says as she crawls in the leg space under the desk, pulling you with her. You nod and take a couple breaths before answering.

“Hi Ms. Romanoff, how can I help you?” You struggle to keep your tone normal and not react to Wanda finally putting you into her mouth. As the video finally shows Natasha, your eyes nearly pop out of your head. She was dressed to sleep in a pink silk slip with a lace v-neck that allowed you to view half her breasts. She is rubbing her hard nipples through the soft fabric and you are drooling at the sight. “Um,” you clear your throat and Wanda responds by pulling you deeper into her mouth, “Ms. Romanoff, I believe you might have miss-dialed.”

“No, Y/n,” Natasha says. “Your fiance and I had a little meeting of our own the other day and she wanted us to watch it together. You have quite the woman, Y/n. I hope you're keeping her satisfied.” She then shares the screen and it's only then you realize her setting. She was in her bedroom, laying on her bed. The woman pulls out a vibrator from what you're assuming is her nightstand and you gulp as you hear the device hum to life. Wanda is bobbing her head on your cock as you watch the video start.

It's Wanda and your boss, naked on your bed. They are naked and kissing each other. You never thought you would be witnessing such a thing before. Wanda on the video touches Natasha’s breasts as the Wanda on your dick pushes you back so that she can crawl out of the tight space. She stands behind you as she watches her sex tape. “Touch yourself, baby. But don't cum,” you nod and begin to stroke yourself as you watch Wanda with her head between Natasha's legs. The woman on the video call moans from the memory of your fiance's tongue inside of her.

“Why did you do this?” You ask in amazement. Wanda adds her hand to yours as she helps you slow down. You were stroking yourself too fast for her liking.

“She has been overworking you,” Wanda explains with a kiss behind your ear. “Someone had to put her in her place,” she bites your earlobe as the Wanda on the screen gets into position behind Natasha about to enter the woman with a strap-on. The dildo attached looked familiar and you turn to look at Wanda who is smiling proudly. When you started to travel more, you decided to make a special gift for your fiance. You got a kit and kept your penis hard inside of silicon until the mold was ready and made the woman you love a dildo of your own penis. “That’s right baby,” Wanda confirms, “We fucked her together.” You begin to fall apart and Wanda removes both your hand and hers from your pulsing cock. “Stop.”

She mutes the computer and spins your office chair so that you're staring at the wall of your achievements. This is what she meant when she said you would be begging to cum. Edging. She wasn't going to let you cum until she said so. You grunt in frustration from having been so close. Wanda watches the screen as she sees Natasha cumming so fast from her vibrator. The one on the video is still going strong as the position has changed and she is now riding her. Once your breathing has slowed down and your tight muscles have loosened a bit. She spins you back around as she turns the volume back on.

“Look at your boss, babe. She's not a bitch once you make her yours. I'm going to invite her to our bed again soon, I'll have her begging to be filled by you in no time. Maybe I'll even let you crack the whip on her. She won't be able to look at you again without soaking her panties,” Wanda says as Natasha in the video is screaming and squirting all over your bed and your fiance. “Thank you for being a good girl, Natasha,” Wanda praises the sated woman. “Have a good night,” she ends the call and brings the focus back to you.

Wanda climbs onto your lap and begins to rub her covered pussy over your aching erection. The red fabric is dark with her arousal. “I love you so fucking much,” is all you can say as she continues to roll her hips into you. As much as you want to touch her, you don't want to risk having this drawn out longer than she's already planning. So you keep your hands to the armrests on the chair. Your clothes are sticking to you as your body continues to heat up. You wanted to undress but she hasn't made any mention of getting you naked. She knows that you hate keeping your clothes on for too long during sex. She also knows how much you love to touch her.

Wanda doesn't feed into your desires the way she would have before you provoked her. She watches you suffer as you ruin the leather on the armrests with your grip and the way you dig your nails, breaking through the layers. “Did you like seeing me with another woman in our bed?” She asks as she grinds her hot dripping core into your sensitive penis that is hurting for a release. “I get horny at the thought of her begging for your cum, baby,” Wanda admits you let out a choked moan. “I can't wait to taste your cum with hers,” she moves her hands to her breasts and you bite your lip at how unfair it is. At this, she stops moving her hips and undoes your tie, “No, no, baby, don't hurt yourself.” She gives you the tie to bite down on. You want to touch her so bad. You want to feel her skin against yours. You want to be inside of her. You want to cum so so bad. She resumes her maneuvers and tries to remember where she left off. Once she does, she smirks. “And when we're done with her,” she struggles to talk as she is making herself hot and bothered as she admits her fantasies. “I want to find another person with a penis. And watch you get railed by them.”

Wanda moans as she imagines you with another penis inside of you and you're hurting trying to hold back from cumming all over the two of you. “I want to feel the both of you inside me at the- oh! At the same time,” she was getting close and she wasn't sure if she could draw out your torture any longer without torturing herself. “Oh god!” She groans out as she rocks harder into you. “Go!” Wanda commands and you're finally able to breathe as you rip her panties and thrust inside of her harshly. She gasps at how rough you are being with her. She has never seen this side of you before. She was thrilled to have uncovered this as you pound into her desperately. Your hands are frantically touching her to the point that you break her bra as well. Your lips latch onto her freshly exposed breasts, sloppily sucking on both. Then, as you're so close, you look up at Wanda for permission. She is empowered by the confirmation of the control she has over you. “Yes, cum inside of me, love,” she gives you the okay and kisses your lips as your thrusts get erratic.

“Thank you!” You shout as you finally release rope after rope of hot thick cum inside of Wanda. You moan loudly as Wanda reaches her orgasm, squeeze every last drop from you. Lazily, you plant light kisses on her body as you come down. “I’m so happy you're going to be my wife soon,” you say.

Wanda giggles breathlessly, “I love you too, my love.”

The End.

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 8 months ago

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Be Kind

The Bruises On Your Ego Make You Go Wild (1)

Scarlet Witch x Witch!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You looked up to the Scarlet Witch, but what happens when you finally get the chance to learn from her?

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R calls SW Goddess, W refers to herself as Mommy, pet names (little one, pet), SW is abusive towards R, W takes care of R.

A/N: I mean if I was R.....I'd do it. I was in fact listening to Be Kind by Halsey on repeat while writing this.

In a secluded corner of the mystical realm, where the lines between reality and magic blur, the Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, stood amidst swirling energies, her presence commanding and potent. It was there that she encountered a young woman, whose devotion to her was fervent and unwavering.

"T-the Scarlet Witch." You stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you beheld your idol in the flesh.

Wanda turned her gaze towards the diminutive figure before her, her expression unreadable. "Who might you be, little one?" Her tone held a hint of icy detachment, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Y/N...Y/L/N..." You managed to utter her name, your hair cascading around your face like a veil as you stood in awe before the legendary sorceress.

"What is it that you seek?" Wanda inquired, her crimson eyes piercing into your soul as she took a step closer.

Your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat. "Y-you...My Goddess," You confessed, your voice trembling with reverence.

"Goddess?" Wanda's curiosity was piqued as she regarded the young woman before her.

"Yes. You are a Goddess to me, the power you wield...it's unimaginable for someone like me," You confessed, your eyes shimmering with adoration. "I know I'll never be anywhere close to you, but I would love to be beneath you. Learn from you. Have you tell me exactly what to do and how to do it."

"Why?" Wanda's question hung in the air, demanding an answer.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you spoke your truth. "Making Doms feel powerful is my favorite thing to do. You SHOULD feel like a fucking Goddess when I'm worshipping your feet and praying at your altar. I want the powertrip of you owning me to ruin your life so you can never accept anything less than being treated like royalty."

"Beneath me is right where you belong pet." She's right up against you, hand around your neck squeezing ever so slightly, just enough to make you fuzzy.

Your heart raced as the Scarlet Witch loomed over you, her presence both intimidating and intoxicating. Despite the fear coursing through your veins, there was an undeniable thrill at being in the presence of your idol.

"I-I'm yours," You stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Completely and utterly."

The Scarlet Witch's grip tightened, and Harley's breath caught in her throat. But it wasn't fear that consumed her; it was a heady mix of desire and devotion.

"Good," the Scarlet Witch murmured, her tone sending shivers down your spine. "You will serve me well, little one."

With those words, you knew your life would never be the same. You had found your purpose, your goddess, and you would follow her to the ends of the earth and beyond.

With a flick of her wrist a portal opened, "You will always stay a step behind me. Never beside me and absolutely never in front of me." You nod and she grips you a little tighter, your breath catching. "Words." She demanded.

"Yes My Goddess." She smiled, letting you go as you fell to your ass, gasping for air.

"Let's go. Now." She commanded. Heart pounding, scrambling to your feet, your body trembling with anticipation and excitement. You followed the Scarlet Witch through the portal, your mind swirling with a mixture of fear and adoration.

As you stepped through to the other side, you felt a surge of power coursing through your veins. You were no longer just a mere mortal; you were a disciple of the Scarlet Witch, ready to do whatever it took to prove your loyalty.

With each step you took behind your goddess, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be. And as you vanished into the unknown, you vowed to never stray from her side, forever bound to serve the one who held your heart and soul in her hands.

As you delved deeper into your role as a disciple of the Scarlet Witch, you found yourself immersed in a world of rules and rituals. Each day brought new lessons, new challenges, and new opportunities to prove your devotion.

You learned to always stay a step behind your Goddess, never daring to step out of line. Pets weren't allowed on furniture, a rule that you quickly adapted to, finding comfort in your place at your Goddess’ feet.

Touching was strictly forbidden unless granted explicit permission, a lesson you learned the hard way more than once, but each reprimand only fueled your desire to please your Goddess even more.

And then there was the rule of silence, a constant reminder to only speak when spoken to and to always address the Scarlet Witch as "My Goddess." It was a rule you followed religiously, your words carefully chosen and spoken with reverence.

But amidst the strict guidelines and rigid structure, there was magic. The Scarlet Witch shared her knowledge with you, teaching you the ways of the arcane arts as the two of you went about your days. And as you found yourself clad in nothing but the barest of clothes, you knew that your Goddess held the ultimate power over you, both body and soul.

As you unleashed your blue light magic, a palpable energy filled the air. The Scarlet Witch observed with a wicked smile, recognizing the potential within her devoted disciple.

"Oh, I'm going to have to corrupt my pet much more in order to train you properly," the Scarlet Witch declared, her voice carrying a husky tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes sparkled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Yes, My Goddess. Do with me what you must," you responded, a fervent willingness in your voice.

In that moment, the Scarlet Witch saw not just a follower, but a canvas upon which she could weave her magic and desires. The journey of corruption and training had only just begun, and you willingly surrendered yourself to the whims of your Goddess, ready to be molded into something both powerful and utterly devoted.

You were doing your normal chores around the house for your Goddess as she spent time in her room meditating. Laundry, cleaning up the various rooms of the house, and of course cooking dinner for your Goddess. You hum a tune, moving your hips to the imaginary tune in your head, so focused on your task that you don't hear her come into the kitchen until you’re suddenly pushed against the counter. "Who told you that you could have fun while doing your chores?" She growled at you.

Startled, you froze as the Scarlet Witch pushed you against the counter, your heart pounding in her chest. The playful hum died on your lips as you looked up at your Goddess, your eyes wide with surprise.

"I-I'm sorry, My Goddess," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I was just... lost in my thoughts."

The Scarlet Witch's gaze bore into you, a mixture of irritation and amusement flickering in her eyes. "Lost in your thoughts, hmm?" she mused, her voice low and dangerous. "You forget your place, little one. Your only purpose is to serve me, not to have fun."

Your heart sank as you realized your mistake. You had let your guard down, allowed yourself a moment of pleasure amidst your duties. It was a mistake you wouldn't make again.

"I-I understand, My Goddess," you replied, your voice tinged with remorse. "It won't happen again."

With a dismissive wave of her hand, the Scarlet Witch released her hold on you, allowing you to straighten up. As you resumed your chores with renewed focus, you vowed to never forget your place again, determined to be the perfect servant for you goddess's every whim.

After getting your Goddess' meal together you stayed curled up next to her on the floor silently while she ate. You didn't want to upset her anymore, but as she finished up, throwing away what she didn't eat instead of giving it to you a small whine came up your throat. She ignored the noise as she grabbed your bowl from the floor and grabbing last night's left overs throwing them into your bowl without reheating it in anyway, setting it back down.

"Eat pet." Another whine, you hate cold food. "Now or you can starve tonight." you didn't want to loose your food privileges. With a heavy heart, you obediently began to eat the cold food, each bite a reminder of your place in the hierarchy of your relationship. "There we go pet."

As you ate, the Scarlet Witch cleaned up the remnants of her own meal, her movements precise and efficient. You watched her, a mixture of admiration and longing swirling within you.

Once you finished your meager meal, you lowered your gaze, feeling the weight of your goddess's presence beside you. You knew you had disappointed her, and the thought pained you more than you cared to admit.

But as you sat there, bowl empty and stomach still grumbling, you vowed to do better. You would serve your Goddess with unwavering devotion, no matter the cost. For in the end, you knew that your goddess's approval was all that truly mattered.

"Come on pet. Living room. Time for some rest " You went to get up, but she pushed you back down, "Bad pets crawl." Another whine pushes through you as you felt your knees throb.

"Yes My Goddess. I'm sorry My Goddess."

You obediently crawled behind your Goddess, your knees aching with each movement. You suppressed another whine, knowing that any sign of defiance would only earn you further punishment.

Settling at the Scarlet Witch's feet, you shivered as a draft swept through the room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. But you dared not complain, instead curling up tighter in an attempt to ward off the chill.

As the Scarlet Witch relaxed on the couch, book in hand and music filling the air, you remained at her feet, your gaze fixed on your Goddess with unwavering devotion. Despite the discomfort and the ache in your limbs, there was nowhere else you would rather be.

For in that moment, with your Goddess by your side, you felt a sense of belonging unlike anything you had ever known. And as you drifted off to sleep, curled up at the feet of your beloved Goddess, you knew that you would follow her to the ends of the earth and beyond.

You fell asleep at The Scarlet Witch's feet and for a moment the Scarlet Witch wasn't that she was Wanda. The soft caring Sokovian that only poked through in small moments. Looking down at you Wanda couldn't help, but smile. She noticed the goosebumps and the shiver that wracked you as she grabbed a blanket, throwing it over you. Wanda watched as the young girl curled up with the blanket, a smile on your lips.

As Wanda's soft, caring side emerged, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and tenderness towards you, the young girl who had devoted herself so completely to her.

"I do love being your Goddess," Wanda whispered, her voice filled with genuine affection. "But maybe we can have more moments like this sometime when you're awake."

Leaning down, Wanda ran her fingers through your hair, savoring the fleeting moment of intimacy. For a brief instant, she allowed herself to revel in the bond you shared, the connection that went beyond the roles of Goddess and disciple.

But as quickly as the moment had come, the Scarlet Witch reclaimed control, her expression hardening once more. With a final glance at you, she rose from the couch, leaving you to your dreams.

As Wanda disappeared into the shadows, a part of her held onto the hope that perhaps, someday, they could have more moments like this, where the lines blurred, and they could simply be two souls finding solace in each other's presence.

As you woke up with the comforting warmth of the blanket draped over you, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between yourself and the Scarlet Witch. Gone was the brief glimpse of Wanda's softer side, replaced instead by a harsher, more unforgiving demeanor.

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself facing increasingly harsh punishments for even the slightest slip-up. The Scarlet Witch's reprimands grew sharper, her punishments more severe, leaving you constantly sore and bruised from the onslaught of red magic.

Confusion and frustration gnawed at your mind as you struggled to understand the sudden change in your Goddess’ behavior. What had you done to deserve such harsh treatment? Why had the kindness you had glimpsed before been replaced by cruelty?

But try as you might, you couldn't find the answers you sought. All you could do was endure the pain and punishment, clinging to the hope that someday, the Scarlet Witch's wrath would relent, and you would once again know the gentleness you had experienced that one fleeting moment with the blanket.

One day it happened, you cracked and just started crying, you weren’t even being punished you were just thinking way to much.

"I...don’t...understand. why...why is it only punishments? Why can't I do anything right anymore? I'm sorry I'm not good enough. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." As your tears flowed freely, your heart heavy with sorrow and confusion, you felt a presence beside you, a warmth enveloping your trembling form. You looked up through blurred vision to see Wanda, her eyes soft and filled with compassion.

"It's okay, little one. It's okay, Mommy is here," Wanda murmured, her voice gentle and soothing. She gathered you into her arms, holding you close as she shushed away your tears.

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected term of endearment, "Mommy?" you whispered, your voice trembling with disbelief.

With a tender smile, Wanda nodded, her green eyes shining with love and affection. "That's right, little one. I'm your mommy," she confirmed, her fingers gently brushing away your tears.

A sense of warmth and safety washed over you as you nestled into Wanda's embrace, feeling a bond between them that went beyond disciple and Goddess. In that moment, you knew that you were loved, cherished, and protected.

"I'm sorry she's been so mean to you recently," Wanda apologized, her voice filled with regret. "But I won't let her keep hurting you like that. You've had enough. It's time for some nice play to take place."

With those words, Wanda wiped away the last of your tears, her touch a balm to your wounded soul. And as the two of you shared a tender moment together, you knew that you had found solace in the arms of Wanda, the Scarlet Witch's harshness melting away in the presence of Wanda's love.

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 1 month ago

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October 06 - Nipple Play

pairing: sub!Wanda x dom!Reader

summary: You tease Wanda and play with her sensitive nipples.

content warnings: degradation, sadism, rough nipple play

word count: 1.3k+

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A gasp sounds out above you, your arms wrapped tightly around Wanda’s waist as she sits in your lap. You smile, your teeth nipping at her collarbone again as her fingers tighten slightly in your hair.

Looking down, you feel your heartbeat quicken at the sight of her nipples straining underneath her silk shirt. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you take them in.

They’re hard, and you long to wrap your lips around them. Wanda was always so reactive when you played with her nipples. Your fingers graze her sides as you reach up, gently palming her breasts as she moans and thrusts her chest further against your touch.

“So impatient,” you murmur, your lips inches from Wanda’s.

She bites her bottom lip, a whimper sounding in her throat. Her green eyes are wide, her pupils expanding slowly as you begin to knead her breasts beneath your hands.

Your thumbs flick over her nipples, and she lets out a low groan. Closing the last few inches between your lips and hers, you kiss her. It starts gentle, then builds as you suck and nibble on her lower lip, her breath coming in gasps.

Twisting her nipples sharply, you smile against Wanda’s lips at the choked whine she responds with. You can feel her hips rolling on your lap, and pinch her nipples while pulling them upwards, detaching your mouth from hers.

Wanda’s mouth falls open, her brows furrowing from the pain radiating through her. Your fingers are strong and unrelenting, stretching her nipples while you speak.

“Don’t roll your hips, I want to tease you and build you up myself. Got it?”

“Mhmm,” Wanda manages, the response high-pitched. Her breaths are shaky, and she releases a sigh of relief when you release her nipples from your torturous hold.

“Oh I’m so sorry baby, did that hurt?” You ask, your voice full of faux sympathy.

Wanda blinks, nodding mutely.

You sneer, a low chuckle sounding out as you forcefully twist her nipples between your fingers. Wanda yelps, and you feel your arousal increase tenfold.

“We both know that you love the pain, don’t you?” You don’t wait for a response, twisting and pulling upwards at the same time. “You’re my little painslut, isn’t that right, love?”

“Yes,” Wanda gasps out, her hands gripping your shoulder tightly. “Please-”

“Say it.”

Green eyes snap towards yours, wide as she gasps for breath, trying not to move her chest too much. “What?”

Your eyes are dark, locked on her face as you apply more pressure to her nipples. Smiling at the slightly pained expression that washes over Wanda’s features, you repeat yourself. “Say it, tell me what you are, Wanda.”

“Oh,” she blushes, her mouth opening and closing a few times. You pull tighter, and she yelps, pushing the words out quickly. “I’m a painslut.”

“Who’s painslut are you?”

“Yours. I’m your painslut,” Wanda corrects herself, her chest heaving for air when you finally release her nipples.

She doesn’t get much of a break, your mouth swooping in and sucking her nipple into your mouth. Your teeth graze the sensitive bud, your fingers rolling and pinching the other nipple skillfully.

Biting down, you wrap your other hand around Wanda’s waist to stop her from jumping off your lap. She tries to pull away, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she moans and begs you to stop.

“Baby, please. It’s too much, I’m gonna- I’m close. Please.”

You release her nipple with a pop, gripping her jaw and chuckling. “You’re already close to cumming? Just from that… you really are a painslut. Getting off on sadism, my perfect little masochist whore, isn’t that right?”

Wanda releases a stream of moans, attempting to press herself closer to you. Her nipples are red and achingly hard. The pain from your touch is sending waves of pleasure towards her leaking core, and she feels herself growing wetter with each degrading word you speak.

“Yes,” she whimpers, “I love it when you’re mean to me and when you hurt me. Please, do it more and let me cum.”

A wide smile spreads across your face. “Well, if you insist… let’s see if you can cum from humping my thigh while I play with your nipples, okay?”

Nodding quickly, Wanda readjusts her grip on your shoulders. You kiss her softly, grabbing her waist and moving her hips closer to yours while you close your legs and raise them slightly. Once she starts rutting her hips against your thighs, you pull back slightly, reaching towards the side table.

Metal clinks together, and Wanda lets out a pathetic sounding whine when she sees the nipple clamps between your fingers.

“Sush, baby. Just keep rolling your hips on my thighs… Yes, just like that. I can feel how wet you are, my pathetic little slut,” you say, attaching the nipple clamps to her. Your mouth moves towards her breasts, teeth sinking into her skin near her nipples as you suck hickeys all over her flesh.

Pulling on the chain, you groan at the sound of Wanda’s high moans. You admire the way her nipples stretch as you tug on the clamps harshly. Her fingers are painfully digging into your shoulders, and you remind her to breathe as you lick and suck at her breasts.

Wanda’s hips stutter, her brow furrowing as her eyes clench shut tightly. You bring your other hand up, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing tightly, her nipple stretching painfully as she moans and presses her chest further against you.

“Go faster,” you command, tugging at the nipple clamps again. You reach down and tighten each clamp, a gasp leaving Wanda’s perfect lips as you do.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, throwing her head back as she grinds against your thighs. She adjusts her hands, reaching back to grip your knees as she feels her needy core brush up against your crotch.

You smirk, adjusting your hips until her clit and leaking pussy is pressed firmly against your hard bulge. Wanda’s lips part as she moans at the sensation, grinding herself harder against you.

Pulling harshly, you wrap your hand around her throat as you watch her poor, red nipples stretch yet again as you tug on the chain. She’s gasping and panting, her muscles flexing as she works herself up towards an orgasm, her hot center pressing firmly against you.

“Go on, baby,” you whisper, closing your fingers tighter around her neck and pulling harder than you have before on her nipple clamps. “Cum for me.”

Wanda moans, feeling the nipple clamps stretch her nipples painfully. It’s almost enough, her muscles burning from grinding so fiercely against you. She feels the nipple clamps moving slightly, your grip tugging them slowly off of her nipples. She grinds harder, and you give a sharp tug.

The nipple clamps come off, and Wanda feels relief for a brief moment. It doesn’t last.

White-hot pain floods her senses, her mind going blank as her orgasm washes over her as the pain from her raw nipples shoots directly to her spasming pussy. Her clit rubs against your bulge, prolonging the mix of pain and pleasure as she feels a few tears drip down her cheeks.

You soothe her, bringing out some unscented lotion and slathering it over her nipples. The cool sensation causes a second, smaller orgasm to tear through her, and Wanda whimpers as she shakily wraps her arms around your neck.

“You did so good for me, love. You were absolutely perfect, I’m so proud, baby,” you murmur in her ear, rubbing circles on her back as she calms herself down.

Eventually, Wanda pulls back. A small, bashful smile is planted on her face. She fiddles with your hair, biting her lip for a moment before speaking.

“I think the nipple clamps were an excellent purchase.”

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Mentee

A/N: I made this last year AND requests are open!!! (I'm begging someone to request wanda and/or nat 🙏🙏🙏)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, masturbation, idk what else tbh as I said this was made last year, mommy kink maybe, dom!wanda, sub!reader, this mentions aos cause I made this when I was OBSESSED with aos

Summary: Wanda caught you doing something and confronts you with her assumption

Word Count: 4k

You had a big crush on your mentor Wanda, but you don't make it look obvious. You wanted to be seen as someone professional and serious, not a bubbly girl who has this insane crush on her mentor. You only steal glimpses of the redhead from time to time whenever you can, and she smirks and looks back down whenever she caught you. You often slip off, daydreaming about the most sinful things she can possibly do to you, and it's either Kate nudging you to get off fantasy land, or long enough to realize Wanda had caught you, which makes her giggle.

You were on your way to Natasha's class, you realized that you were the only one attending it since the rest of the mentees were in Fitzsimmons' class, which you attended earlier. You opened the door, and to your shock, you saw Wanda.

''Where are the others?'' Asked your mentor, seeing you enter the room alone.

''They're in Fitzsimmons' class.'' You replied.

''And why aren't you there?'' She asked again, tilting her head.

''I attended the class earlier today.'' You replied, awkwardly heading your way towards her.

''Mhm.'' She hummed to your response.

''Where's agent Romanoff?'' You questioned, gesturing where to your right hand.

''She's on a mission. I'll be her sub for now.''

''How long will her mission be?''

''Wanna get rid of me much?"' Wanda chuckled.

''No- no, it's not like that. I- I was just wondering since she told us to master Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, which we were supposed to perform with her today.'' You awkwardly replied.

''Well, we won't be doing any of that, since I don't even know what that is.'' She smiled.

''Oh. What we'll be doing then?'' You asked, confused about what she had in mind.

''Freestyle.'' She proudly stated.

''Freestyle?'' You repeated.

''Yeah, I mean, why not? I was planning on the mentees practicing with each other, to find out what they're best and good at, but it seems like we'll be practicing together.'' She raised her shoulders and headed her way to the center of the room.

''Okay, that seems... cool.'' You said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Just to heads up, I will be using my powers.'' She cleared out.

''What?!'' You asked, confused.

''Don't worry, I'll just use it to throw stuff at you-'' She gets cut off.

''YOU'LL THROW STUFF AT ME?!'' You respond, frantically.

''No- no, just small harmless objects. Besides, it was gonna happen anyway. Stark updated the inquiries, and it makes sense since powered people are also on the list of bad guys. And you get first-hand experience.'' She winked at you.

She was never this... flirtatious? I mean, maybe she is? You only see her in her class, and sometimes bump into her. You've never had a one-on-one event with her before. Her actions left you in shambles and in a blushing mess.

''Okay, then.'' You nod and prepared yourself for what was about to come at you.

The first couple of times, you were able to dodge and hit the objects before they could touch you. But in time, you lose focus on the woman you're training with. You never got the chance to look so closely at her for a long period of time without it trying not to get caught by her. It was so hard to focus when all you can think about is your mentor. Your mentor Wanda, whose figure is perfect, her red locks in a ponytail, her leggings sculpting her ass, the way she moves to avoid your punches, and most captivating of all, her slender fingers with her scarlet power, swinging left and right as she tries to defend herself.

God, you can only imagine what her fingers could do to you. Inside of you.

''Ouch!'' You winced.

''Oof. Sorry. Caught you off guard there. Seemed like your thoughts are elsewhere''

Yeah, elsewhere to the deepest of your imagination.

''Are you okay?'' She asked, rubbing your back.

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' You replied shaking your head.

''Are you?'' She cupped your chin for your face to face hers. ''That doesn't look good.''

''Don't worry, it's just a scratch. Shall we continue?'' You deviated from the conversation.

''No, I don't think so.'' She replied, shaking her head whilst she moves your head to check out for other possible scratches. ''We were about to come to a close anyway.'' She took her arm off and headed towards the benches. ''You should probably go to the med-bey. Or to the kitchen, if icing is all it needs.'' Wanda suggested, opening her bottle to take a drink.

You nod in response as you rush your way to the kitchen, upset that your time with the redhead had been cut short. The only opportunity you probably had with her to have a one-on-one.

After fixing yourself up, you head to your designated room and cleaned yourself. You changed into a black camisole and some short shorts since you felt comfortable sleeping like that. You dried your hair and went to bed as you dim your lights to head off to sleep.

As you lay there, you weren't able to sleep, as your thoughts were clouded by Wanda. Nothing. But. Wanda. You couldn't stop thinking about earlier. About how gorgeous she was, how she was caring towards you, gentle towards you, how you two shared such intimacy, that you savored every second of, and yet again, her hands. Her slender, veiny hands moved around the room as if they owned it. How she controlled and moved it, and how you're so attracted to every single movement of hers.

First, it was all thoughts of admiration, then you start to immensely think of the nastiest thoughts. You didn't even notice your hand shift underneath the covers, teasing your clothed cunt. Stroking it up and down as you feel a wet patch create between your thighs. You can feel yourself close to your peak until you heard the door open. You shifted your hand off and besides you and jolted up as fast as you could. You look up, and there you see...

''Wanda?'' You said, eyes wide, shocked to the core.

''You're still up?'' She replied, awkwardly standing by the door. ''What are you doing?''

''Insomnia.'' You stated. You weren't lying though, you had been having trouble with your insomnia lately, but in this case, it's clearly not the cause.

''Nothing else?''

It intrigued you how invested she was in what you were doing before, and you believe that she didn't really see you do anything, since you had blankets covering you. ''Nothing.'' If nothing meant impulsively touching yourself to the thought of her.

''What brings you here?'' You asked, bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them.

''Was about to drop this off. You forgot them.'' She said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Thanks.'' You replied, looking at your gym bag.

''Yeah, no problem.'' She turned around and made her way to the door. Before she left, she turns right back around and asks you the same question. ''You sure you weren't doing anything?'' She asked, brows furrowed.

''No, nothing. Why?'' The question also made your brows furrow.

''It's just that, I swear I heard you hide your moans right before I entered.''

Her revelation made you a hot mess. Your eyes are wide open, unable to utter a word in response.

She walked closer to you and says, ''Oh, don't try to hide it, detka, I know you've been thinking about me. In class, in training, and just a few minutes ago when you lied about not doing anything, when in fact, you were touching yourself to the thought of me.'' She leaned closer to your face, almost not leaving a gap between the two of you. She pulled back and sits on the mini couch you have at your bedside.

She reads my mind? You thought to yourself. Beforehand of starting to work on the compound, it was mandatory to learn basic skills and techniques to barricade your mind, and Wanda respects too much of people's privacy to even invade their minds without their consent or valid reason.

''I know what you're thinking, detka. And I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. The moment you walked in the door, I knew you had to be mine.'' She creeped out a sinister smirk.

''But- we were-''

''Please, those mandatory skills are nothing. I can easily access anyone's mind whenever, wherever. Besides, your thoughts are too loud not to read.'' She laughed mischievously. "You really think some lessons could stop my scarlet magic?"

Well, that's comforting.

"Don't stop on my account. Go on. Continue. I know you were close before I entered. I just needed to see you for myself." She made herself comfortable on the couch, opening her legs, and relaxing her hands on her thigh.

You simply went under the covers. I mean, what else could you have done? Not obey her?

''Don't hide away from me. I wanna see all of you.'' Her voice became raspy with her Sokovian accent showing.

You slowly, shamefully, took off the covers on top of you, revealing you in your black velvet short shorts.

''Aww, you look so adorable in your shorts. Real deal definitely is better than what I've imagined.'' She laughed in a raspy tone, pouting at the sight of you in your shorts. ''Now, take them off.'' She commanded.

''What?"' You whispered.

''Take your shorts off.''

You slowly slipped your shorts off your thighs, then knees, until it was already in your ankles and you tossed them around somewhere with your foot. You lay comfortably in your bed as she watches you. You close your eyes, letting go of every single thought and worry in your mind and letting it get infiltrated by thoughts of Wanda. You weren't quite sure if it was you or her putting it on your mind, but either way, you were sure you were gonna think of her anyway.

Wanda watched you as your hands roamed around your body. Your eyes closed. Teasing yourself. You played around with your nipples through the fabric, making them poke through the cloth and making you whimper for more touch.

"That's it, baby. Please yourself for mommy." Her voice came from close by... too close.

You open your eyes to look at her, yet she's nowhere to be found on the couch.

"I'm right here, draga." She said, sitting on the other side of the bed beside your legs.

You close your eyes yet again, continuing your movements around your perked-up tits.

"You look so good, detka." She praised you while she takes one of her hands under her pants. "Take your top off." She demanded.

You obliged her request. Peaking a bit through your eyes while you take your top off, you saw her touching herself, and that made you feel hot flushes on your cheeks. You tossed your top someplace else, revealing your now fully bare chest.

You comfortably settled back down as your hands traveled on top of your chest. You draw circles on your nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling them to help the tension between your thighs. You removed one hand away from your chest, moving it towards your wet center.

"Uh, uh. Don't touch that pretty pussy of yours until I say otherwise." You opened your eyes while she said her command, seeing her shake her head as she spoke.

"Bu- I-" You whimper.

"Aww, is my little draga all wet and needy down there? Do you want mommy's fingers to please you, mhm?" She said with a mocking pouting face.

You eagerly nod while biting your lip. Waiting for a response or command for her to state.

"Yes, yes you are." She said while mirroring your movements, mocking you.

"Take your panties off. I wanna see that pretty little cunt of yours." She smirked.

You shake your panties off until they were on your ankles. Wanda used her scarlet magic to bring your soaked underwear to her view.

"I'll be keeping this." She said, taking her hands off her pants, as she grabbed the pair that was previously floating in the air.

She looks back at you whilst restoring your underwear in her pockets. Seeing your legs closed with your arm in the middle, but not touching your center.

"Come on, detka. You should know this by now. Open." Wanda gestures both her hands to signal you to open them. You slowly open them, revealing your dripping pussy. "Good girl." She praised, making you feel butterflies. "So wet, and all of this for... mommy?" She stoped and looks at you, waiting for a response.

You nod in reply, but that wasn't enough. "Use your words, darling" She spoke with her Sokovian accent showing when she said "darling".

"Yes- yes, mommy. All for you." You whimpered out.

She groans at your response. "Have I been teasing you too much? Should I have knocked earlier?"

"Mhm." You replied, biting your lower lip.

"Well, I'm right here, now. And I will guide you through all of it." She said, bopping her head, signaling you to mirror her movements, and you do.

"Are you gonna touch me?" You asked, needy.

"We'll see. If you're a good girl that follows mommy's orders, then maybe I'll consider it."

Her response made you feel ecstasy following around your body. Ready to follow any and all of Wanda's rules for her touch in reward.

"Now be a good girl and get comfortable." She stated as you suit yourself in bed."Nice, nice." She whispered. "Now, close your eyes-"

"But, I wanna see you, mommy." You whimpered, pouting.

"But, that's not mommy's orders. Now, close." She said as she leans in to close your lids with her index and middle finger.

You keep your eyes close as you stayed steady, waiting for her next instructions.

"Bring your hands up to your chest, and tease your nipples." You do as you are told. Your nipples erect at the sensitivity of it.

"Aww, so sensitive, aren't you?" She teased, seeing how fast your body reacted to your touch.

You nod in response. You continue to play around with your chest, while Wanda slowly moved her hand under her pants. Touching herself to the sight of you.

You took a peak at the redhead, seeing her enjoy herself while her eyes are closed to her own imagination. You took one of your hands off your chest, to which you slowly glided to your touch-starved center.

"Don't you dare continue what you're about to do." The witch exclaimed.

You jolted your hand away from your lower abdomen, staring at a furious witch, whose orders you just disobeyed.

"I-I'm sorry, mo- I ju-" You stuttered.

"You've been a bad girl. Disobeying mommy's orders, when I thought you of all people wouldn't even think about such a thing." She sinisterly laughed.

"I'm so-" You tried to apologize.

"Oh, no, detka, it's too late for that. It's time for punishment." She smirked.

Your thoughts were nothing but the idea of Wanda finally touching you. She opens your legs with her magic, and you roll your eyes at the sensation. She uses her scarlet powers to feel the wet dripping mess you are on the outside. You let out a moan at her sensation.

"Pl-please... mommy." You managed to let out.

"Do you want me inside of you, mhm? Want mommy to fill you up?" She mocked.

"Y-yes please."

"Yes, what? Come on, it seems like you're forgetting my name."

"Yes, please mommy." You let out in between moans.

"Since you've been naughty, mommy's not gonna touch you. In fact, I'll make you regret what you did, and teach you what happens to sluts that disobey their mommy." She taunted.

She inserts her scarlet magic inside of you, moving her left hand to the rhythm while the other was back under her pants.

You let out a moan at her sudden movement. Your back aching, toes curling, while your hands grip the sheets.

But, it didn't feel right. You felt something, but you also felt... nothing? It feels like something is touching you on the inside, but you couldn't really feel anything around you. This. This is the way of teaching you and making you regret disobeying her. The sensation of her touch, yet, also craving it, since she isn't really inside of you. How it aches between your legs, and how you crave her touch. For her to actually be inside of you.

You open your eyes, looking at Wanda with her mouth shaped like a small O with her eyes shut. You hesitate to disrupt her from her peak, but you couldn't help the feeling between your legs anymore.

"M-mommy..." You whispered. "Mommy..." You hesitated again.

"What is it, detka? You aren't supposed to be talking. Remember, you are being punished." She replied, breathless.

"I- I was just wondering if you could allow me to touch myself?" Your requested, head bow down while asking, ashamed of the question.

She opens her eyes. Her eyes became siren, staring back at you. She took her hand out of her pants, while she continues to do what she was doing with the powers in her mind. She crawls up to you and stops on your lower abdomen. She looks at what mess you've become between your legs, and then back up to you with a smirk. She moved her head in between your pussy and starts to talk.

"You wanna feel something inside you, mhm?" She asked, her facing your cunt. "Do you prefer mommy's fingers, mhm?" She teased.

The vibrations from her voice sent shock waves through your core and gave you goosebumps all over your body. You whimper then and there while she spoke.

"Mhm." You hum in response.

"Use your words, honey bun. I know that pretty little mouth of yours can do that, right?" Her Sokovian accent was taking control of her.

"I-I want you inside of me, please, mommy." You begged while you look down on her.

"Too bad. If you followed my rules, you would've been fucked right now to the point where you can't even stand up. This is what bad girls get when they don't follow the rules." She informed.

God, she wasn't kidding when she said you'd regret it. The fact that you would've been fucked by the Wanda Maximoff if you just kept your hands away from where it wasn't supposed to be.

She sat back up and made her way to the other end of the bed again. She continues to please you with her scarlet magic while you lay there as a moaning and whining mess.

She kept thrusting her magic in and out of you, and soon enough, you feel your peak reach.

''Mo-momm-'' You stuttered, eyes closed while you grip tightly on the sheets.

''Aww, is my baby gonna come? Hmm?'' She mocked.

You nod at her response, unable to utter words out of your mouth.

''C-can I?'' You asked politely. Hoping to get on her good side for her to allow you.

''Not just yet, you need to do something for mommy.'' She yet again took her hand off her pants and crawls up to you. ''Do you wanna come, baby?'' She cupped both your cheeks and you nod, eyes still closed. ''No. I want you to look at me and tell me.'' She demanded.

You slowly open your eyes and they gladly met hers. Her eyes, obviously filled with nothing but lust stared back at you.

''Yes, mommy. I wanna come. And I'll do anything!'' You exclaimed.

She hums at your eagerness and compliance and replied, ''Good girl, 'cause I need you to eat mommy out, okay? Can you eat mommy out?"' She cooed close to your face.

Your eyes widen at her request. You still can't process that she- Wanda Maximoff, your very very hot mentor that you've been attracted to since day one- wants you to eat. her. out. You thought that you wouldn't be able to touch her- or vice versa- since she was punishing you for being a bad girl, but turns out she might've just forgiven you. ''Okay, mommy.'' You respond eagerly.

With the sway of her hands, her pants were thrown somewhere in the room, leaving her in her panties. She crawls up to you and situated herself in between your legs. You can see how wet she is through her panties. You teased her clothed clit, swirling your tongue around it, making her whimper.

"Enough teasing. I want you inside me." With the snap of her finger, her undergarment was nowhere to be found in front of you, leaving her bare with her glistening pussy ready to be eaten out. Your eyes widen at the view, unable to move a muscle.

"Well, come on, detka. Show mommy how much of a good girl you are." She demanded.

And with that being said, snapping you from what you should be doing, you slipped your tongue through her wet folds, getting a soft and low moan out of her. You moved your way up and down, teasing her clit, but not fully going through with it.

"Right there, right there." She repeats, almost out of breath.

You continued lapping on ber g-spot as she grinds closer to you. Her scarlet magic never leaving the presence of your own pussy, also driving you over the edge.

"'M so close, baby." She says in between moans.

You feel the knot on your stomach tighten, and you knew you were just as close as Wanda, but the leverage you had over her was: you know what'll make her come in an instant.

You swirled your way to her clit, and she was token back by your gesture. Hitting a spontaneous shock through her core, causing her to reach her peak.

"I'm gonna come, moya lyubov. Mommy's gonna come." She said, almost out of breath while she grinds herself onto your face.

"C-can I come too mommy?" You asked for permission.

"Yes, detka. Come with mommy." She allowed.

As she continues her scarlet motions into you and your gestures onto her, you both came undone with both the pleasurable look on your faces. You cleaned her up, slurping every drop of her release, as yours drip from the sides of your thighs and into your bedsheets.

"You did so well, malysh." She cooed, cupping your face from below her. Strands of hair touching your face.

"Anything for you, mommy." You replied, kissing her palm beside your face.

She smiled and gets off your shoulders. She dressed herself up while you watched her. You were still pretty groggy and unclear to what just happened, unable to utter anything.

She comes up to you and whispers in your ears, "You've been such a good girl for mommy. And this won't be the last. Next time, if you aren't gonna be too much of a needy whore again, mommy might just touch you herself." She cooed, tucking some strands of your hair back.

"Thank you, mommy. And I promise, I'll be good next time." You respond.

"Good. Because if you're still the needy whore you were earlier, I won't go easy on you. You get that?" She smirked, and you can feel it brush your ears.

"Y-yes, mommy." You giddily replied.

Wanda stood up and headed her way to the door. She pulls back up and says, "Oh, and don't forget to clean yourself up. We don't want that pretty pussy and bed of yours to be all dirty for our next time." She leaved off with a wink that left you in shambles.

You did as she told, cleaning yourself up. It was quite hard going back to sleep after such an interaction with your mentor, but after a while, you finally drifted off to sleep.

Waking up, you saw a care package placed on your chair. A dress from Wanda for you. You smile at the thought of her aftercare and what she could possibly do next as your relationship grows with her. But most importantly, how last night isn't the last and there will be next times for your mommy to treat you as her own, like you are.

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A/N: PLS REBLOG👹 and again I AM OPEN FOR REQUESTS!!! (primarily with wanda and/or nat)

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