#dom!wanda

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Being used like a little fucktoy while Wanda just repeats “Such a good puppy for me, that’s my good toy.” Over and over again in your ear 😵‍💫

Her fucking you faster and deeper while you moan and mark her neck up just to give your mouth something to do. Wanda holding you close and cumming deep inside you with her special enchanted strap.

Wanda putting you into a mating press!! Forcing you to take her strap as deep as possible while you struggle against your restraints because it just feels too good!!!

[marigoldenblooms]

An Important Lesson - One-Shot

Pairing: Professor!Wanda x Fem!Reader (MINORS DNI - 18+)

Prompt: After years of rigorous study, you were nearing the end of your graduate program. Companionship had become a figment of your imagination, until your film professor caught your eye. Taking something from her desk, you hope you could catch hers- and you got more than you bargained for.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tags: Who is Y/N I don’t know her, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Porn with plot, teasing, orgasm denial, vibrator use, thigh riding, Mommy kink, Professor kink (sparingly), no aftercare, slight dub-con, dumbification, praise, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance (professor/student), age gap (Reader is 26 while Wanda is 34), brat taming if you squint. 

A/N: Holy balls, I did not realize smut was so hard to write. Major kudos to all who seem to do it so effortlessly! I know I envy ‘em. This is my first foray into writing this kind of fic (my university’s spring break has brought a lot of writing firsts), so if you have any feedback I’d love to hear it! This is also vaguely proofread! Wanted to do some practice before the evental sex in Unica Sempter Avis (Because USA is certainly an Abbreviation of All Time), and other ideas I’ve got cooking up. I'd love to write another part to this, if y'all would be down! Thanks y'all again!  Edit: An Important Lesson is getting a second part! Read a teaser here! >:)

Word Count: 2.5k - Read length: 9 minutes, 5 seconds.  Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners! ~~~ 

The pen hadn’t been worth stealing, and yet here you were. 

Professor Maximoff’s classroom was overwhelmingly quiet, dark and empty with familiar rows of tables curved in a half arc around her desk, pushed off to the side. She’d always pace within the front few rows where you sat, and you’d have to crane your neck to keep her in view when you weren’t scribbling down paraphrases of what she said. She taught Advanced Film and Media Critique, which generally lended itself to analyzing the shit out of old TV shows. Maximoff was a difficult professor, but you weren’t looking for easy, especially in your graduate program. After a few years of working your ass off to make enough money, you’d wiped the floor with your bachelors and now you were vying for your masters, in your last few weeks of grad school. And you knew Professor Maximoff liked you, which didn’t make it so bad. 

You knew other things about her too - for instance, there was no way she wasn’t a lesbian. Whenever you’d raise your hand her eyes would snap to you, and you swear her face would curl into a smile that was beyond professional. You’d catch her staring in your direction during exams on multiple occasions (to be fair you did the same when she wasn’t looking, but that’s besides the point), and you swear up and down that she winked at you during your midterm. She’d hold onto your hand a little too long when you turned in papers, and always offered ‘tutoring’ sessions which you humbly declined in the beginning of the semester, your grade being nigh perfect in her course. Between that, the short nails, tailored suits, and the rings- oh, so many rings- there was no way your professor wasn’t gay, and possibly had the hots for you. Your studies had been your priority over companionship for so long,  And now, within a few weeks of your final, why not make a move?

Heist films had been the topic of last week’s lecture, and so nicking something small would be a good segway, right? You’d return it to her tomorrow after class, mention something flirty (perhaps about stealing her heart), and see where it went. If you were lucky, you’d have her number by the end of the course, and perhaps take the older woman to coffee after your final exam. You’d bring her to the movies, but that might turn into more of a lesson than a date. 

As you’d pluck a pen from one of her desk drawers, you notice that it was slightly heavier than most. You clicked it once, then a second time- and nothing happened, so it went into your pockets. You’d move to exit the dim room, before a plaque caught your eye- her degree. It was neatly pressed into its frame: Wanda Maximoff, Masters of Arts in Film and Media Studies. You remembered her mentioning she was working on her doctorate, a proud grin sparking at that. Perhaps you’d get to know more about her dissertation and herself shortly. ------------------------------------------

Class went by faster than most, although it didn’t help that you were anxiously awaiting the end of Professor Maximoff’s lecture. She had worn a trim fitted sleeveless blouse and buttoned pants, both beautiful shades of burgundy. A myriad of gold rings decorating her hands as she’d motion with them through her talk. You’d have to keep your eyes off her fingers, nose deep in notebooks as you’d scramble to collect her words before your incoming final exam. 

“And what is the significance of I Love Lucy’s laugh tracks?” Wanda would ponder aloud before your hand immediately shot up, the lone attempt out of your fifty or so classmates. She’d grin at you, “Yes, dear?” 

You almost forget what you were about to say, holding onto the vestiges of it as you’d sputter, “Oh, uhm- yes, well, I Love Lucy didn’t have laugh tracks, mostly- they were the first sitcom to have a live studio audience.” Her eyes would crinkle with mirth, and you could tell immediately that you had the right answer. You tuned out her words as your mind would swim, thinking back to the weighted pen in your jeans pocket. The pet names were new, settling a joyous fuzz both in your mind and between your legs. It was things like this that had you on the back foot- this was your chance to get her back.

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“And I’ll see you all in two days,” Wanda would return to her desk, sitting atop it rather than in the chair behind it. One of your classmates had asked why in an icebreaker towards the beginning of the semester, and if you remembered correctly she said ‘Just like the view from up here,’ or the like. If you’d been on the same track mind as now, you probably would have noticed how she stared at you during her spiel, a detail only discovered in hindsight. Now, you had all the pieces. 

You pack up slowly, shimmying your belongings into your overly stuffed bag. Hanging back until there were few students left, you flag her gaze with a hand and an upturned smile, “Professor, I was wondering if I could..” Your words would halt in your throat, thoughts thickened and syrupy as she’d look down to you, head tilted a degree off kilter. Would it be embarrassing to admit you’d never been this close to her before? Her lips would be pursed, but would break into a wild grin, and you felt yourself melt right there. You weren’t a teen anymore goddamnit, focus- “Talk-” you’d squeak, clearing your throat hastily to camouflage the blunder, “Talk with you, after class. Professor.”

Her brows would raise, and you could almost see the cogs rotating in there. Her eyes would dart within the now-empty room, adjusting her position on the desk- and it’d become increasingly obvious (you can deny it no longer) that you were standing directly in between her slightly parted legs. This wasn’t how you were expecting it to go, but here you were. She’d start taking off her rings. “Of course, darling,” she’d tease again with a roughened lilt. Those damn pet names. “What do you need?”

“I think I have something of yours, Professor-” Your mouth would open a few seconds before you’d speak, and you swear she’d smirk at how she had you, devoid of any thought. Something about her had you smiling and kicking your feet, and boy did she know it. Without any further bravado, you’d pull out the pen, “I hate to say it, but I think you’ve stolen-”

“Oh,” She’d breathe, Wanda’s face tinting with a pinkish hue, yet her smile only grew larger. Her gaze would narrow, voice dripping with a sultry air that almost knocked you off balance, “I didn’t let you borrow that, did I?”

“No Professor,” you admit, beginning to launch into your story, before she’d shush you- shush you, words piling up into a lump in your throat. 

“And do you know what it does, darling?” She asks, her tone a breathy whisper now. You swallow, shaking your head no. She fucking giggles. She takes the pen from your hand, clicking it three times, and it’d start to buzz. Oh, my god. It was a fucking vibrator.

“Too dumb to even recognize what this is? And I thought you were so smart..” She’d tease, a flush forming on your face in tandem with a shiver down your body. You open your mouth to speak, and yet her warm, calloused fingers would clasp your jaw shut. “Shhh, don’t want your pretty little head to even think, darling. How about Mommy show you how it works, hm?” 

You’d nod immediately. She’d abandon the toy, clicking it off as her hands would slip beneath your shirt, and it felt like time had frozen. She was so soft, and your mind glazed over. Your breath hitched as she’d trail upward, palming your skin before running her fingers over your bare breasts. You’d watch as Wanda’s pupils would blow in seconds, a devious smile bubbling into view, “No bra?” She’d murmur lowly shaking her head as she’d start to knead your flesh, “Just couldn’t remember it, hm? My precious student, too busy thinking of me to get dressed, were you?” You nod again, a pitiful mewl escaping your throat. 

“Yes- Yes, Professor..” You arch into her touch, although that bliss was short-lived as you feel her dig her hands further into your tits, sharper than you’d like. She’d tsk at your reply, and you look up to meet her eyes- oh, that was the wrong answer. 

“Did you already forget my title, baby?” She’d ask almost tauntingly, her gaze sharpening as she’d shift her hands from your skin. You’d chase her warmth, dazed as your skin would flush and tremble, slotting yourself up against her. She’d run her thumb over your lips, crooning at your immediate submission. She could use that. 

“It seems Mommy has a lot to teach you, dear..” Her touch would ghost across your exposed forearms, her feather-light touches only stuttering your breath further. “And I think you’re ready for your first lesson. Think you can handle that, darling? Keep your eyes on me,” Her hands would dig into your jeans, rougher against the hem’s fabric, “Think you can take this off for Mommy?”

“Please..” You beg, raising your hips to strip yourself bare, your glance trained on her. You don’t miss how her eyes darted down to your bare cunt, having slid off your panties too, or how she licked her lips at the sight of your slick. Her hands would hold your legs open, the cold lecture hall’s air chilling your exposed skin. Still staring at Wanda, you’d discard your shirt in the same breath, her jaw clenching as all of you felt the cool air. Feeling exposed, the urge to flee ebbed away some of your arousal. Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom? Your focus was immediately drawn again as she’d capture your chin in her hand, pulling it harshly to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dilated, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow as she’d pant, both from your disobedience and your thighs rubbing against hers. “Look at me,” she’d hiss, taking your lips into a searing kiss. Your answer? Fuck. Yes.

Your cunt would grind against her leg as Wanda would pull your hips up and onto her thigh, grip bruising as your lips would crash together. You could smell her vanilla perfume as she’d tug at your bottom lip with her teeth, a familiar buzzing sound heard but not registered before you felt it on your clit. “Mommy- yes, Fuckin’ christ, there-” You’d keen, lurching back as Wanda’s hand would rest on your hip, keeping you from escaping her touch.

Wanda would groan at your words, voice a little breathier as her hips would stutter against yours, “There’s my good girl..” Teasingly, she’d circle your clit with the pen-shaped toy, gasping herself as she’d feel the aftershocks of its pulse on her clothed cunt. “Taking Mommy’s toy so well..such a sweet girl for your Professor-” 

You’d rock your hips against her, the friction from her dress slacks and the vibrator’s pulse bringing you to the edge embarrassingly quick. Wanda wouldn’t notice your frenzied breathing or how you lost your rhythm, but she would hear your words; drawn between husky whines, “Mommy, please, I’m so close, fuck-” Your face would flush, legs beginning to tremble before the whole feeling was ripped away from you, Wanda’s grip leaving as the buzz would click off. With shaky breaths, your eyes would rise to meet hers- only to see a teasing grin. She’d pat your arms, gently coaxing you off of her thigh, the few sparks of friction from that not enough to bring you anywhere close to your release. You’d blink, thoughts thickened and reeling, brow furrowed ever so slightly for her- and Wanda loved it. 

“You did so well for your first lesson, dear..” She’d croon, brushing herself off as she’d rise to her feet, leaving you on her cluttered desk. “But, Professor, I didn’t-” You’d begin and she’d silence you right there, hand rising to close your jaw shut again. 

“And you won’t come unless you call me by my title, darling. You’ve received your correction for your first mistake- and for stealing from me,” You nodded slowly, absorbing her words as though they were molasses, and her smile only widened at how dazed she’d made you. “And if you disobey again when you’re with me, alone- then I’ll lower your grade by five points. Understand?” 

If you were in any kind of fog before, you cleared it from your thoughts immediately. “Yes, very clear- uhm,” You pause, noticing the stain on her pant leg where your pussy had ground into the fabric, and you feel your face warm. Wanda would shift her stance and you’d look up- she leaned above you, a single brow raised. You’d swallow, keeping your eyes on her completely, “Yes, Mommy- I understand.”

“Good girl.” That was the right answer. She’d smile at you, her praise going straight to your cunt. Could she not have given you a few more seconds? Maybe you could’ve gotten off without her noticing. She’d interrupt your mind with a quick peck on the lips, and you felt your wits slow, swimming with thoughts of her mouth. Oh, that was why- couldn’t get away with anything if you didn’t think anything at all. Wanda’s grin would only intensify as she’d watch you dress, clothing rumpled from the haste it had been taken off. After a few minutes, you were back to prim and proper..besides your racing heart and flush whenever Wanda so much as moved. “This was great..” You’d murmur, pressing the wrinkles from your shirt, gaze flicking back up to Wanda’s- your professor still watching you with a smooth, secretive smirk. 

“Of course it was, dear..but it’s still nice to hear you say that. Anything for my best student,” She’d wink at you and you’d fold, feeling your palms clam up. Since when were you this weak in the knees? She’d settle at her desk again, her hands clasped together on its wooden grain. You’d be taller than her now, with her sitting down- and yet there was an aura she commanded that you couldn’t outdo. You turn to leave without any further fanfare but her voice would seize you again, just as warm as her touch. “I’ll be expecting you after tomorrow’s classes, then? I think some…after-hours remedial work for my course would do you well.” 

Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom, again? You’d leave her hall with a bright smile, a reply, and a secret. Your answer? The same as before - Fuck. Yes. 

And your secret?

You’d stolen the ‘pen’ again.

[wandasfifthwife]

good girl ₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺

—wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || SMUT MDNI, discussion on kinks/titles/roles (but not detailed), exhibition & choking kink mentioned, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wandanat & sub!reader, top!wandanat & bottom!reader, R gets needy from a wet dream, oral&fingering (r receiving | n giving), reader is described to be wearing a nightgown, reader is described to be shy, not proofread

༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference

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A buzz raps against your bedside table, the sound officially pulling you out of your morning stir. With bleary eyes, you reach across the bed to pull your phone off the charger. The movement brings you out of the warmth and comfort your sheets provide, hence making you shiver once your arm hits the cold air surrounding your room.

After pulling the phone under the covers you shut the alarm off, unlocking it to view the notifications sent since you’ve fallen asleep.

The door creeks open, whoever opening it trying to be quiet but the door’s old age didn’t allow them to do so. Your roommate peeks her head in, eyes landing on your curled position in bed.

“My word it’s freezing in here,” she starts, moving out of the doorframe to check the thermostat, “if I woke you up, I am so sorry—I was going to call maintenance to check in on your room, wanted to come see if it was still freezing.”

As if on cue you shiver again, pulling the blanket higher until it brushes your chin, “it is.”

A grim expression comes into her face, she apologizes again, “I’ll call them now. They should be here tonight.”

You voice your appreciation, staying under the sheets until the numbers on your clock read noon. It was a lazy morning, all movements were slow and relaxed. The shower was turned until steam came off the top, the burning feeling decidedly better than the chill running throughout your entire body.

There were plans written on your phone’s calendar, the moment tonight a result from the events from the previous week. There had been more plans since three first meeting at the cafe, each moment spent together better than the last. Since the cafe, they’ve met you wherever it was that you’d like.

Whether it be at a bookstore, where the two whispered reassurances over your fretting on them paying for your books. Even at times when you three had colliding schedules they still made an effort, it showed in how they took a walk with you by the water. The ocean was rough, waves crashing and pushing against another, but the sound it made was entirely peaceful. You remember where your walk ended, where you three stopped so you could watch the water stretch and collide with the orange and pink sky.

“Beautiful.”

Wanda had whispered close to your ear, body leaned so close to yours, chest pushed up against your back. You had welcomed the advances from her, letting the motion also push you into Natasha until you three were cuddled up together. It brought a smile to your face to experience such a moment. It was when you decided it was best to share the news about signing off of the paper work on Tuesday. This all transpired a day ago on Sunday, meaning that discussion was happening tonight.

Remembering that this event is what you were getting ready for brought a multitude of emotions to run about. Any word within the synonym group to embarrassed and excitement would be hitting the mark on what you were feeling.

You’ve been keeping your friend in the loop, sending her text updates often and feeling thankful for her support. Shes aware of what’s transpiring tonight, her contact information appearing in your phone as you were finishing getting ready.

“You know, your mind doesn’t really know the difference between fear and excitement. So I suggest convincing yourself that you’re only excited.”

“I think I’d only be successful in telling it how scared I am,” you say as you shut your drawer, “because I really can only see how this will affect me negatively.”

“Expand on that.”

There’s a pause in the conversation as you throw on a shirt, “I mean, we’re going to be talking about what I’m interested in doing intimately. What if they find me weird, or they don’t want to do what I’d like to do and get rid of me?”

“First I’ll say that all you’re feeling is valid. Second, you’re being too harsh on yourself. This past week you’ve been getting to know each other, and going off of how you’ve been rambling to me after, I’d say they’re going well. Let tonight play out, be in the moment.”

You hum your response, sitting beside your phone to slip your shoes on, “okay.”

“I’ve known them like what—like two years now? They’re going to work with you, not against you. But if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you’re always free to leave whenever and call me, or security. Your wellbeing comes first.”

“Thank you, seriously.”

Three beeping sounds emit after, your lock screen appearing. There were four numbers glaring back at you, eliciting a response to start walking towards their apartment complex.

The map on your phone was confusing, stating that their location was to the left of you when it was across the street.

Natasha stood at the entrance, holding the door for you to step in. The inside was simple, light blue wallpaper lining the walls. You’ve become awkward, the feeling instigate by the nerves spiking being along with her. She lets you go through the second door first after unlocking it, letting the heavier door swing close behind her, “How was your walk?“

“Cold. It’s rather chilly today.”

Natasha walks in front to lead you up the staircase, “not a fan of the cold?”

“No, I much prefer the 70s, the mix between cold and hot.”

Three staircases later and the numbers 302 are staring back at you. Their door has a wreath outside, one decorated with red florals. Wanda comes to greet the door, letting the both of you in, even moving to hang your coat.

“Glad you got here safely,” she starts, “it gets dark so soon now that we’re rolling into winter.”

You’re entirely too thankful that they’ve begun to tell you where you can go and what you can do. They’ve opened up their home to you, but even then you weren’t sure if it was okay to sit down on the couch yet.

“Would you like a drink? I have water, tea?”

“Oh that’s alright, I’ll be fine.”

She pats your shoulder, “it’s alright if you’d like one, I’m offering.”

“Tea?”

She smiles, moving into the kitchen after. Natasha had sat across from you on another couch, laptop settled on her lap. It gave you a moment to look around, to take in their home for the first time. It was a combination of clean and messy. They had papers thrown over the cushioned footrest, shoes set carefully by the door. A pair of broken glasses were set on the tv mantle, and a tall vase beside it with tulips. Wanda comes in, setting the hot cup on the table in front of you.

“Do you like the flowers,” she asks, noticing where your gaze was transfixed, “natasha got them from a coworker.”

“Any specific reason?”

Natasha looks up from her laptop momentarily, meeting Wanda’s gaze. She speaks up, “I got asked out.”

“Oh,” you say, “at least you got nice flowers.”

Wanda laughs at the way Natasha squirms, “yeah, nice flowers. Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, waving her off. She leaves again momentarily, the item appearing in her hand that makes you nervous again. The papers.

It was a conversation you wanted to have, you all wanted to have, but the discussion of such intimate acts felt more embarrassing than acting them out. They notice the way you’ve begun to look away, focus set outside the window.

You notice Natasha setting her MacBook away in your peripheral vision.

“Kitten,” Natasha starts, the new nickname rolling off of her lips instantly catching your attention, “are you okay with that?”

You appreciate her asking, the way her tone went soft after witnessing your reaction. It wasn’t unpleasant, it held the complete opposite reaction. The action of you nodding yet again has her speaking up, “words.”

“Yes, that’s okay.”

Natasha smiles at you, the sight easing your nerves. Wanda’s knee lands on the edge of the couch, leaning her body onto it until she’s sitting down.

“You sent these to us a day ago and we’ve reviewed it all, signed our parts as well. We’ll have those papers in my office if you ever want or need to view them while you’re over here,” she explains, setting a few pages down, “how’re you feeling about the next few?”

“Good, shy.”

“That’s alright. Tell if if you need to stop, okay?”

She’s begun to list them off, each one bringing a tinge of red to your cheeks. Your hand has come to fidget with your necklace, agreeing with the statements Wanda was reading off.

“It’s quite funny how most everything lines up with our responses.”

“Really?”

She hums, handing the papers over to Natasha, “you’re interested in all of the kinks we’re interested in, like your exhibition and choking one.”

“Wow,” you say, fingers tugging at your necklace, pulling it until the chain can’t be moved any further out.

“Did that make you nervous just now?”

Natasha asks, noticing the habit of fidgeting with a necklace arising any time a difficult situation arose. You let go of it, moving to hold the warm glass, the scent of the chamomile tea rushing to you.

“It did, but that’s only because I don’t like direct conversations. I’m better when things play out and you’re lost in the moment, but I understand this needs to be talked about.”

“We can call it a night then. If you’d like you can stay over, whatever you’d like. Please let us order an Uber though if you decide to go home, Natasha was having a fit about you walking home the other day.”

Wanda throws a look at Natasha, pressing a kiss to your head as she walks by. Natasha takes the jab, grabbing at her computer again, “and I won’t apologize for that.“

“If I were to stay tonight, where would I sleep?”

“With us,” Wanda says from the other room, “you’re not sleeping on these couches and certainly not the ground—unless you’d like to.”

“Could I stay over then?”

Wanda laughs, “you’re so sweet, of course you can. You can borrow either of our clothes, world knows how uncomfortable it is to sleep in jeans.”

Natasha shows you to the bathroom, clicking on the light so she can set the pajamas you had picked out on the counter. It was small, but larger than the one you had back with your roommates. It smelled like them, their scents overwhelming your senses when you walked in.

“The shower handles weird to use, so I’ll start that for you. I’ll leave the door unlocked just in case, okay?”

The knobs were weird. There were three of them, one for hot water, cold water, and the third to turn the pressure to come from the lower or higher nozzle. You’re thankful for her to figure it out, setting it where it was perfect. The first temperature was entirely too cold, apparently the temperature Natasha showers with in the morning.

She let you be, shutting the door and leaving you alone. All the options you had for soap were theirs. The bottles read “vanilla,” explaining why their scent was sweet. You shivered when the cold air hit, missing the warmth the water provided. The nightgown you chose was comfortable, the silk fabric to blame for that.

Wanda was still in the living room, a lamp on beside her. The room beside her had the light turned on, rustling coming from inside.

“Could you help me?”

“With what?”

“I couldn’t figure out how to turn off the shower, I’m sorry.”

Wanda sets the book down, moving past you, “you’re too kind, don’t worry about that. You can wait with Natasha, she’s already in the room.”

You assume the room with the light on is their bedroom. Natasha was leaning on the side, feet kicked off the side of the bed. She closed the drawer, sitting further back on the bed. You grow nervous again, standing in the doorway awkwardly.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“When will of it will start?”

“Whenever you’d like it to.”

A deep breath comes from you, your finger playing with the edge of your dress, “could we start tonight?”

“What’d you say? Speak a bit louder.”

“Could we start tonight? Start small?”

Her body relaxes, gesturing for you to come closer. There’s a slight tickling sensation as her hand brushes against the back of your thigh, lifting you to straddle her waist.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and only speak if we ask you.”

It’s not difficult to listen to her when her hand brushes against your back in such a manner. Wanda wonders in later, taking to Natasha about something but it all became background noise. It almost lulls you to sleep, your mind on the cusp of falling into the dream world until Natasha had patted your leg.

“We’re turning the lights off, can you lay down for me?”

You rest between them, your back against Natasha’s. Wanda faces you, her hands brushing gently against your cheek. It only took a second for Natasha to begin snoring, her deep breaths hitting your back, making you scoot closer into Wanda.

“She bothering you? If we need to, I can make her sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no that’s alright, I like her here.”

Wanda smiles, leaning to press a kiss to your lips, “me too. Now sleep, it’s late.”

You adjust, finding the most comfortable spot to be resting your face under hers.

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It’s driving you crazy, feeling her hands rub all over you but not where you need it the most. She’s been kissing you breathlessly, all on purpose so she can hear your shaky gasps of air.

“Please,” you beg, pushing your hips up, “touch me.”

“Where?”

You grab her hand, leaving it resting over your clothed cunt, “here please, I need it so bad.”

Her fingers push your underwear aside, not giving you any warning as she pushes one in, “you’re soaked.”

A whine tumbles from you, hands gripping tighter onto her wrist, “more, not enough.”

She listens, pressing another in, the stretch making you whine louder. You beg each time, grinding down onto her fingers. Each thrust pulling a, ‘more,’ from you, stating how you can take it.

“Does it feel good, kitten? You’re gripping my fingers.”

“Kitten?”

You gasp, eyes shooting open to find Natasha above you. She’s leaning over, using her hand by your head to balance herself. Her other hand was on your shoulder, presumably used to shake you awake.

“Are you alright? You were mumbling and moving around, I wanted to make sure you weren’t having a bad—“

“Touch me.”

“What.”

You clamber back, twisting your body away from hers, “nevermind.”

“No, tell me what you just said.”

“Touch me.”

It was quieter than the first time you said it but Natasha heard it.

“Remember the safe word colors we talked about, I want you to use those, okay?”

Her fingers hold your chin, moving you so you make eye contact with her, “use your words and look me in the eyes.”

“Okay,” you say, voice airy.

The moment she’s leaning down to kiss you, you’re reaching for more. She’s meeting you where you’re at, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. The sounds you make drive her crazy, they’re intoxicating. Her lips move down to your neck, biting at your collarbones to make you gasp.

“Hnn-!”

“Such a needy little thing,” she mouths, pulling your dress down to press a kiss to your nipple, “who knew you’d be so adorable.”

It’s the bare minimum and almost unreasonable for you to be so weak from it, but it’s her. The reason why you’re so reactive and wanting is because you want to feel her touch.

“Oh Natasha please,” you whine, grinding your hips down onto her clothed thigh. Natasha eyes the movement, groaning when she sees the wet patch you’ve left behind.

“Call me by my name and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Daddy, please.”

Your back is pushed into the pillows when she lifts your hips to slide your underwear completely off. You move to take off the dress but she stops you, “leave it on, you look beautiful.”

You really do, and she wishes you could see what she does. The strap handing off your shoulder, the bottom of it pooled around your waist. You moan so loud Natasha worries the neighbors might hear when her tongue licks up your folds.

“Shh,” she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, “be quiet.”

You try, the hand over your mouth your best attempt at keeping quiet. It becomes difficult to with how good she eats you out that you have to bite down on your fist. She praises you, telling you how good you listen to her.

You keen when she presses a finger in, the size of her fingers spreading you more than your dream had. Her hands on gripping your thighs open, amused at how shaky they get once she’s begun to thrust her finger in.

“Ah—! Not enough, please I need more.”

She’s compliant, already pushing another in and oh her view was heavenly. Your back arching, hips pushing onto her fingers. It’s a sight that almost makes her moan. Her own thighs grow wet seeing how you’re squirming from her ministrations. The moment she’s pushing another in, you’re already begging her to

“Oh yes please, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive.“

Her fingers are rough, pushing against your walls and angling them in a way that drives you closer to the edge. Her name is tumbling from your lips repeatedly like it’s all you know what to say.

“Don’t come without asking me,” she warns.

“Please let me come,” you gasp.

“Please who?”

“Please daddy,” you moan into your hand, “I’ll be good for you.”

“I know. I know you will. Go ahead.”

Her mouth latches onto your clit again, the stimulation being what you needed to reach your high. You pant, lungs heaving to get in air after. A smile making its way onto your face when Natasha slides up the bed to kiss your forehead.

“You did so well.”

“She did,” Wanda agrees from her position by the door, “I’m so proud.”

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[oizysian]

A Very Happy Halloween | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: Age gap (legal) Word Count: 1.7k Genre: smut Summary: After a Halloween party where Y/N is teased mercilessly for her costume, Wanda rewards her for being such a good girl about it.

• Kinktober Masterlist •

“Nobody liked my costume.” I pouted as we walked into the house.

“That’s not true, Y/N. I like your costume.”

“Of course you do, Wands, you helped me pick it out.”

I couldn’t help but mope, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it. Wanda sighed and followed me in, sitting down next to me.

“Honey, I think you look adorable.”

“People were laughing at me.” I grumbled. “They were definitely making jokes.”

“Maybe they did,” I looked at her, visibly upset. “But, you were still out there, head held high. You didn’t let any of it bother you.”

I looked down at my hands folded in my lap, trying to let her words sink in. Wanda was older than me, and wiser. Maybe that’s why they were making fun of me and my costume; they just figured Wanda picked it out for me like a little baby.

I turned my head to face her, admiring how sexy and cute she looked in her Sokovian fortune teller costume. I must’ve looked goofy next to her, dressed the way I was.

She smiled at me, taking my face in her gloved hands and pulling me towards her for a kiss.

“I’m very proud of you for being such a good girl and not getting too upset about tonight.”

We had gone to a party of mostly her friends, and when they saw me, some of them stared, but most of them giggled and asked what I was dressed as. Wanda had taken hold of my hand and smiled at them, proudly announcing what I was and giving me a kiss every time it happened. That made me feel good. She always made me feel good.

“Thanks, Wands.” I tried to smile, my cheeks squished between her palms.

Her smile widened as she let go of my face, taking the fingertip of her glove between her teeth and pulling it off, then removing the other slowly and tossing them on the ground.

“I think,” she said softly, leaning towards me and reaching behind my back to grab the zipper of my costume. “You deserve a reward for being such a big, strong girl.”

She pressed her lips to my neck as she pulled it down, and I hummed in response to what she had said. Yeah, I did deserve a reward, especially if it was coming from Wanda.

She pushed the garment back off my shoulders and it fell with a soft plop on the couch behind me, leaving me in just my tank top and bra.

“You’re gonna have to get up so we can get the rest off, baby.” She mumbled against my skin and I wasted no time in shimmying my way out of the costume, not wanting her to stop kissing me.

I kicked it and my shoes off, and Wanda giggled at my actions.

“Look at how clever you are.” More praise sent me spiraling, and the feeling of her teeth grazing the soft skin of my neck drove me crazy.

“Wanda,” I whined softly, the ache between my legs intensifying as she ran her hands along my bare thighs, my shorts riding up around my hips. “Please.”

“Hm, please what, sweetheart?” She murmured softly, her kisses trailing down from my neck to my covered chest.

“Please touch me.”

“Where?”

I let out another whine and she giggled, her thumbs rubbing soft circles on the insides of my thighs, so close to where I needed her most.

“Here.” I whispered softly, pressing my own hand to my clothed sex.

“Good girls don’t touch themselves.” She said as she removed my hand from the apex of my thighs and pressed it down into the couch cushion. “Only mommy gets to touch you.”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” I knew that rule very well and rarely ever broke it, and she was well aware of that.

“I know you are, my sweet girl. You’re always so good for mommy.”

I couldn’t even remember the last time I touched myself. Even if I did masturbate, I wouldn’t be able to cum - not by myself. I needed Wanda. She owned every inch of me and I needed her to be complete.

Her hands slid up my legs to the hem of my shorts, tugging them and my panties down. I lifted myself up slightly so she could pull them off, and she wasted no time in pushing me down onto the soft cushions behind me and spreading my legs for her viewing pleasure.

“You’re so wet. Is this just from my kisses, malyshka?” She asked softly, her accent coming out and becoming thick.

I blushed fiercely, hanging my head and nodding slightly. She had an effect on me that nobody else in the world had. I was sure just a look from Wanda could get me wet.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl.” She said, wanting me to return my eyes to meet her gaze.

I looked up at her from under my eyelashes, her green eyes piercing into my own.

“You’re so beautiful.” She leaned her head down and pressed an open mouthed kiss to my inner thigh.

I gasped softly at the action, and I could almost see her smiling.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I took a deep breath and nodded as she brought her head down and licked a strip up my slit. I fought the urge to close my eyes as she tasted me, instead pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and focusing completely on those beautiful emerald eyes that never left mine.

She pulled my lower half slightly off the couch and kneeled before me, getting herself in a better position to effectively eat me out. When her lips wrapped around my clit and she started sucking, I released my sore lip and let out a whimper of pleasure. I knew she liked to hear me, and I had no problem letting her know exactly how she made me feel.

“Mommy … inside. I need you inside.”

She raised her head up slightly, panting softly.

“Do you, malyshka? Do you need mommy’s tongue or mommy’s fingers inside you?”

I couldn’t decide; her strong fingers or her powerful tongue. I just nodded and she tutted at me, tilting her head in amusement.

“You have to choose or you get nothing.”

“Fingers, mommy, fingers.” The thought of her fingers exploring me got me excited.

She smiled up at me and returned to her spot between my legs, right where she belonged, and I felt her tongue lapping at my clit as her talented fingers slipped inside me; two at first, but I knew she wouldn’t stop there.

I let out a whimpering cry, grabbing at the pillows below me as she curled her fingers upwards, hitting my most sensitive spot.

“Mommy …” I moaned, my hips jerking as she fucked me.

She held me down with her free hand, putting slight pressure on my pelvis to heighten my pleasure as she sucked and licked at my throbbing clit, her fingers still pounding into me.

I could feel the coil in my belly tightening as she had her way with me. She knew exactly how to touch me, exactly where to touch me to get me to come undone. Her fingers and mouth were made of magic and I was so thankful she used them only on me.

I reached for her strawberry brown locks, playing with her hair mindlessly as I found myself getting closer and closer to release. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrust my hips up to meet her powerful fingers, my mind getting fuzzy with pure pleasure.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum …” I whined and she completely removed her fingers just to add another, her tongue swirling rapidly around my clit.

“W-Wanda!” I cried out as I came all over her face, my hips bucking as she flattened her tongue against me and let me grind my clit against her strong muscle.

My face felt hot and my limbs felt rubbery as I relaxed, laying my head back on the pillows and panting softly. I heard her hum before I felt her tongue licking up my cum, her fingers slipping out of me so she could properly clean me up.

“Mommy, wait.” I needed a minute to breathe before she fucked me again.

“I know, darling,” she said as she kissed and licked my sex, getting me riled up once again despite my exhaustion. “Mommy needs to clean you up.”

She knew very well her “cleaning” me would lead to me cumming again and again, and that was her plan all along.

I squirmed on the couch, my clit aching for her touch once more as she kissed my pussy.

“Is my baby ready for more?” She lifted her head up to ask and I nodded, gently guiding her face back down between my legs.

I felt her smile against the skin of my thigh as she peppered kisses all along the sensitive flesh. I writhed under her, knowing very well I wouldn’t last long after the first orgasm I had. I was always receptive and sensitive to her touch and she took advantage of that often.

“Don’t tease me, mommy,” I pouted. “Wanna cum.”

She hummed against me and sucked my clit into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it before dipping into my cunt. Her tongue felt so good; warm and strong, thrusting in and out of me like it was the last thing she’d do. I knew she’d use both on me eventually.

I moaned pathetically, her hands holding me still. I was unable to move against her and I could feel my orgasm approaching. She wanted to control it completely by not letting me move.

“M-mommy,” I tried to hump her face, but she held me down, so I pushed her face against me. “Cumming, mommy, I’m -!”

She eagerly lapped up my juices, not letting any of it go to waste.

“Such a good girl.” She murmured as she kissed up my body, finally finding my lips.

I moaned when I tasted myself on her tongue and sucked it into my mouth eagerly. She smiled into the kiss and laid on top of me, cuddling close as we made out like a couple of teenagers.

“I think I’m gonna reward you for being a good girl more often.”

•

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[marvelobsessed134]

Happy Christmas, pet

This is part of my 12 days of fics

Pairings: Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Reader

Warnings: g!p Wanda, degradation, use of the word pet, blowjob, Wanda cums on readers face

Summary: in which your wife gives you an early Christmas present

“Come over here detka.” Your wife’s voice sounded from in the bedroom. Even after two years of marriage she still gives you goosebumps. And drenches your pussy with just her voice.

You walked in the bedroom to see her sitting on the edge of the bed with a box. It was a reasonable size. “Hi, pet. I thought I’d give you and me an early Christmas present.” You smiled but were confused. What does she mean ‘and me’? You didn’t have much time to think about it sense she was shoving the box towards you.

Taking it from her, you sat on the bed next to her and opened the lid. Under some tissue paper was a red velvet, sexy Santa type costume. It had a crop top with white trim on it. And a short skirt with the same trim on the bottom. Your jaw dropped. “Oh Wanda…it’s…”

“Go on, speak up Y/n.” She purred in her Sokovian accent. You gulped, looking her in the eyes. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

The brunette smiled, “I’m glad you like it. Now why don’t you go try it on for me.” Your eyes widened but you nodded quickly, heading into the connected bathroom to get changed.

You were now on your knees in the outfit, looking up at Wanda she stroked her large cock in front of you, precum leaking from the tip.

“I want to watch you sick my dick in this outfit, got that baby girl?” She asked and you nodded.

Taking her cock in your hand you stroked it slowly before putting your mouth around the tip, taking more of it in your mouth, and bobbing your head. You stroked the parts you couldn’t reach, massaging her balls as well.

“Such a good slut. So pretty sucking my cock.” Wanda groaned. You continued suck her off, your pussy getting wetter and wetter. “Come on, gag on it pet. Take me deeper.” The witch growled and grabbed the back of your head, forcing your head down. You gagged around the base of her length before being able to take it out of your mouth. You continued your assault on her dick, knowing that she was close.

The brunette pulled out of you and jerked herself off, her cum landing on your face and chest. “Fuck, love my cum all over your face. Such a cumslut. You’re my cumslut right pet?”

“Yes Wanda,” you pitifully, “I’m yours you own me.”

“That’s right pet. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

[lesbianloml]

my babysitter au

the first kiss

types of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), obsessive wanda, sorta pervy wanda, maybe?, nothing mostly fluff and plot shit

summary: wanda met you for the first time three days ago. when she runs into you again at the bake sale at the elementary school, she is thrilled. but wanda is overjoyed when the two of you make a deal that will let her see you everyday.

a/n: I know I've been gone FOREVER but I'm back with part 2 of this series. I hope you guys like it, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know!

you groan as you lean over and press snooze on your alarm. 5am is way too early to wake up, but you need to finish baking and packaging all the treats for the bake sale this afternoon. you sigh, before climbing out of bed and beginning your morning routine. you shower, put on a cute brown mini dress before heading to the café. you sigh as you look around the empty shop, before pulling on an apron and starting your work.

*hours later*

you startle awake at the sound of your phone ringing. you gasp as you check the time. its 3:30pm, the bake sale starts in 30 minutes, and you haven't even begun to load everything up and set up your table. you check the caller id. dottie. you sigh heavily before answering the call. "hello?" you ask, your voice sugary sweet. "y/n y/l/n! where in the world are you? you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help set up! you're 21 years old, you should be more responsible than this!" as dottie rambles on and on, you sigh. "dottie? give me 5 minutes, I'm on my way." you hang up, ignoring her protests as you quickly load your car with the wrapped treats from the bakery, all made by you.

you speed down the road, and quickly turn into the almost full school parking lot. you scramble out of your car and as you close your door, you turn to be face to face with wanda. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your expression. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale right?" wanda asks, looking at you with a look you're unable to read. "yup thats what im here for." wanda turns quickly as two boys come speeding around the parking lot. "billy, tommy! come here. I have someone i want you to meet." you gasp as the boys come speeding past you, a silver blue blur before coming to a halt in front of you.

"y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." you smile, looking at them both kindly. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "I am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. strangely formal for a 10 year old, but you don't question it. for the next 15 minutes, you spend with the boys, laughing and giggling at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. it gets done much quicker with the maximoff's help then it's would've if you had done it alone.

you smile at the sight of your booth, ready just in time as all the parents and children begin filing in. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." you say, gesturing to the variety of sweet treats you have set out on your table. tommy immediately goes for a huge triple chocolate cookie. you laugh, sharing a shy glance with wanda. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise, your eyes drifting to places they shouldn't.

"y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" you turn your attention to her for a moment before beginning to serve the customers in front of you. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" dottie approaches the table, eyes on wanda to drag her off somewhere. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while" you say, flashing her a sweet smile. you continue serving the lengthy growing line in front of you, your attention drifting back to where it needs to be.

wanda's jaw drops as she sees you in your car speeding around the corner. wanda walks swiftly over to your car, standing behind your car door. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your face expression. just you saying her name in your pretty little voice, it slipping out your plump lips. it makes her want to bend you over right here and make you scream it. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale aren't you?" she mentally curses herself. what a stupid question, of course that's what you're here for. she feels like an idiot, but you don't even seem to notice. "yup, that's what i'm here for!" wanda hears tommy and billy giggling, and she wants you to meet her sons more than anything in that moment. if her plan works, soon you and her sons were going to be well acquainted.

"billy, tommy! come here, i have someone i want you to meet." wanda smiles when you gasp as the boys come speeding past you in a silver blue blur. "y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." wanda watches as you smile widely, then give them a teasing look. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "i am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. wanda chuckles softly at billy. so formal, so sweet. for the next 15 minutes, wanda and her boys spend time with you, laughing and giggling together at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. wanda is thrilled at how well you, billy, and tommy are getting along. you guys almost seem best friends already.

wanda watches you smile at the booth setup, happy that you like it. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." wanda's smile widens as tommy immediately goes for the huge triple chocolate cookie. he's so predictable. you laugh, and wanda shares a glance with you. you're so shy, so beautiful it makes her want to scream. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. utterly predictable. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. it is incredible. she's almost shocked. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" wanda asks, her voice filled with wonder. you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval.

how cute. wanda knew you would be the perfect wife for her. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. she knows what she's doing as a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise. she watches your eyes drift to the places she wants them to be glued to the most. "can i talk to you after the bake sale?" wanda asks, but notices your attention trailing. "y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" your attention is on her for a moment before you begin to serve the customers in front of you. you're so sweet. wanda thinks so many dirty thoughts about you, that she wants to say to you now. she restrains herself, not wanting to scare you away. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" wanda almost lets out a groan of dread when dottie approaches the table, her predatory gaze fixed. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while!" as dottie drags wanda away, wanda's gaze is fixed on you the entire time, hearts in her eyes.

after the bake sale, you and wanda meet up in the parking lot. the boys are konked out in the back of wanda's suv, their sugar high short lived. "what did you want to talk about wanda?" you ask, shivering as the fall chill falls over you. wanda immediately removes her jacket, offering it to you. "here detka. wouldn't want you to be chilly." wanda waits for you to slip it on before speaking again. "i wanted to offer you a job. i've found a job downtown, and I was just wondering if you'd like to start babysitting billy and tommy during the week or whenever I need it. my job requires a lot of travel. and of course, I would pay you double what you make right now at the café.." wanda rambles, but her breath catches as you lay a sweet hand on her arm. "oh wanda, I would love to! I already feel so close with billy and tommy, like I've known them for years. maybe we could meet up sometime over coffee and talk some more? i'm sure you're eager to head home." you say, nodding to the boys sleeping in the back of wanda's car.

wanda nods. "of course. that would be perfect, sweetheart. here, ill put my number in your phone. ill text you, okay?" you smile, handing wanda your phone. wanda enters her number, and hands your phone back to you. you stand there for a moment, your thoughts conflicting. you make up your mind, and quickly lay a light kiss on wanda's cheek before walking to your car. you will never know how that single kiss rocked wanda's world, and how it would soon lead to yours being turned upside down.

remember, asks and requests are open! i love to hear from you guys! <3

[themidnightcrimson]

Little Pill. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda picks something up at the store and tests it on you, to your own grave consequence.

warnings: drugging, top!wanda, overstimulation, teasing/edging, forced horniness, fingering, cumstrap

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

She was only searching for ibuprofen—why in the world was the grocery store trying to hide the most common over-the-counter painkillers in the medicine aisle amongst all the more uncommon medicines that people hardly ever bought? Wanda cursed under her breath as she shuffled her fingers quickly across different boxes and bottles, briefly reading the labels before moving onto another in search for the simple pills.

As she was foraging through the wasteland of medicine, she passed her fingers over something that made her freeze and look back at the box of tablets. She slowly took the box from the shelf, looking around the empty aisle to see if anyone was around watching her look at this particular item.

The pills were wholly unneccessary. There was enough lust between you and Wanda that it hadn't died out in the least bit over your time together. Libido pills were the last thing she or you would ever, ever need.

But what if she used them on you…just for fun? She wondered if they really did work, if you would find yourself getting outrageously horny and throw Wanda into a long, passion-filled night. The only problem was that you would never take those kinds of pills.

At least, not knowingly.

An unwitting, devilish smirk crawled onto Wanda's lips as she tossed the pills into the grocery cart.

+

Wanda offered the service of making dinner for the two of you that night. The Sokovian was an excellent cook, and even better at picking out perfect wines for perfect occasions. That night, there really was no occasion for Wanda bringing you a bottle of some of the most expensive and delicious wine you ever had, besides it being just a sweet gesture of hers.

The redhead settled herself in the chair across from you at the table, casually bringing her own wine to her lips and discreetly watching you over the raised glass with leopard-like eyes. You sipped the wine slowly, licking your lips and pausing to glance questioningly at the deep crimson liquid as you tilted it around in the glass.

Wanda thought maybe you tasted the crushed-up pill in the wine, her swift mind already creating numerous excuses for the strange taste and possibly chalky texture of the wine, but you only hummed in satisfaction. "This is delicious," you said, taking another eager sip to which Wanda only smirked.

It wasn't until after dinner that the pill started to take its effect.

As per usual, you and Wanda were cleaning up the kitchen together. You were washing dishes while she swept the floor, both comfortable in the focused silence besides the distant sound of the TV from the other room.

As you dried a plate and set it down in the drying rack, you glanced over to Wanda. She was cleaning off the dining table now, leaning over it with a rag to wipe the crumby wooden surface. From the angle, she was leaning towards you, keeping one steady hand on the edge of the table as she reached over it, her face turning a light shade of pink from the effort against gravity. You even caught sight of a vein stressing under the skin of her neck.

Something bloomed inside you at the sight. You imagined yourself spread out on the table with her leaning over you just the way she was then, and that instead of her hand pushing a rag against the table, it was holding your throat, and each time she leaned back and then pushed forward again, it wasn't to reach a further spot on the table, but rather to reach a deeper spot inside you.

You turned around and went back to cleaning the dishes, wondering what had overcome you to think such vulgar thoughts that were spawn over the simple sight of Wanda wiping the table. You felt a strange heat flood through you just then, and you brought a dry hand up to scratch the side of your neck.

Wanda noticed you standing still at the counter, scratching your neck and looking as if you had forgotten something. "Baby?" she spoke, and you turned to her. There was a light in your eyes just then, and a lively pinkness in your cheeks and lips. Other than that, there was also a subtly disoriented look on your features.

"Yea?" you breathed, eyes glancing up and down Wanda's figure.

"I'm gonna go reply to some emails that I missed today," Wanda told you with a small smile as she set the rag down on the counter. It was usual for Wanda to do a little post-dinner work, mostly because she was lenient with leaving time for you during the day. You simply nodded and went back to washing the dishes, shamelessly getting a good look of Wanda's sculpted ass before she disappeared into the other room.

Once you were done with your part of your chores, which you half-assed after Wanda left due to a strange restless, impatient feeling inside you, you decided to follow Wanda into her office. You were feeling clingy that night, which wasn't too out of the ordinary, but you usually let Wanda have her space in her office.

"Baby," you lilted as you swung through the open doorway, leaning on the threshold and letting your warm face rest against the cold wood. Your voice came out whinier than expected, and you had this strange uncontrollable feeling swelling up in your stomach.

Wanda looked up at you from the blue light of her laptop screen. "Yes, love?" she asked innocently, but by the way you were subconsciously licking your lips, she knew the pill was settling into your bloodstream.

You weren't sure what you had even gone in there for other than that your feet led the way of your head, and that you wanted some attention from your wife even though she was always plentiful in giving that to you. Wanda leaned back in her chair and watched you curiously as you tiptoed around her chair and hugged her shoulders.

"Whatcha doooooin'?" you sang as Wanda held your wrists that were loosely latched at her sternum. You nuzzled your face against her ear, inhaling the lovely scent of her perfume.

Wanda chuckled and replied, "Catching up on emails, like I told you."

You hummed, loving the way you could feel the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your hands. You turned your face in her soft, curly red hair and nibbled gently at her earlobe. Wanda let you administer this small token of affection before she hummed contently and leaned up out of your hold, turning her fingers back to the keyboard to finish typing a reply.

You stood there behind her chair, a more negative feeling circling inside you. Was she ignoring you? You just wanted her attention, was that so much to ask for? She could easily respond to the emails in the morning. It was after office hours anyway; her coworkers wouldn't be reading them and especially not replying to anything until morning.

Biting your lip, you took the head of her chair and swiveled it around, turning Wanda towards you. The woman looked up at you with a certain steam in her eyes that she quickly shielded away before you noticed. "Y/n," she told you sternly, using her serious voice on you. You were already clambering onto her lap, straddling her as she placed her hands awkwardly on your hips. "What is this?" she questioned in a colder tone, obviously not in the mood for you.

On any other occasion, the tone in her voice would've hurt your feelings and made you flee the room to give her the silent treatment, but there was something pulling you towards her like a magnet that made you more easily forgiving.

"Wanda, I want you," you whispered thickly, placing your hands on the woman's face and bringing her into a passionate kiss. Wanda let you guide the kiss, simply keeping her hands on your waist as you devoured her soft lips that tasted sweeter than usual. You could also taste the wine on her tongue, and it made you wonder if the sweet alcohol was having this effect on you.

Quickly, you pulled away from Wanda, halfway coming to your senses as you panted breathlessly. "Maybe it was the wine," you breathed, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You didn't catch the alarm in Wanda's eyes. "Wine?” she echoed in feigned innocence. “What about the wine?"

Chewing your lower lip, you gazed up at Wanda sheepishly through your brows. "You know wine makes me horny sometimes," you whispered, but then you felt that feverish feeling inside you again, begging to be quelled, and you squirmed on her lap. "But it's never been like this." You tugged at the neckline of your shirt as if it was screaming to be ripped off so that you could breathe. All your clothes felt unusually tight and heavy on your body.

While your eyes were turned upward, Wanda smirked and ran her hand under your shirt, cupping the handles of your waist and watching the way blush was flourishing under the skin of your cheeks. She returned her dismissive demeanor by taking her hands away from you. "Why don't you go take a shower while I finish this, huh? Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You quickly returned your eyes to Wanda's steel jade ones. "No," you mumbled, leaning closer to her only for her to lean away from you. "Wanda, please just a quickie. You can finish this later." Embarrassment clouded you from how desperate you sounded, and as you reached for Wanda's laptop to close it, she quickly stopped you.

"Go, now," she demanded, raising her brow with an almost menacing gaze. You felt as if you could cry or scream or throw her laptop against the wall and watch it shatter in satisfaction.

"Wanda," you soothed, taking her hands away from the laptop and slowly bringing them to your chest, cupping your breasts with them. You exhaled shakily at the sensation, closing your eyes as you arched your chest into her palms.

Wanda was biting the tip of her tongue relentlessly to keep herself from giving into you so easily. You'd never been this needy before, with the subtle sheer of moisture lining your forehead and your entire body warm over her lap. You were like a little ball of fire desperate to suck Wanda in and burn her with you, and she desperately wanted to dive headfirst into the heat. But, more importantly, she wanted to tease you while you were in such a vulnerable state. Wanda was always one to get a good look around when she was on higher ground.

Taking one of Wanda's hands from your breast, you moved it towards your mouth, eagerly sliding her two middle fingers between your lips and latching around them, sucking and moaning at the feeling. A crack etched in Wanda's resolve, but she held it as firmly as she held you, feeling your warm tongue tickle her fingers as your mouth sucked purposefully.

"What has gotten into you, detka?" Wanda smoldered, squeezing your breast in her hand after trying so hard to keep her hand still. Your nipples were tightly erected under your shirt, squeezing through the thin fabric as if they were going to burst. You hissed around her fingers when she rolled her thumb over the peak, feeling ultra sensitive so that her touch was borderline painful. Yet, it was pleasurable, and it only fed your fire as you trailed her fingers out of your mouth, letting them draw a line of your saliva down the front of your throat. You pushed Wanda's hand down between your legs, but she quickly retracted it.

You whined in protest, reaching for her hand again to put it where you horribly needed it, but she suddenly slapped you. It was only a quick, brief smack across your cheek, not enough to even turn your head, but it shocked you and exhilarated you all at once as you felt a light sting in your cheek.

Wanda looked up at you with a condescending smirk, an air of enthrallment about her from the sudden slap. "You're being a very bad girl, you know that?"

"I just want you to touch me, please," you breathed, grabbing fistfuls of Wanda's shirt and weakly tugging. "Please, Wanda." You felt so overwhelmingly frustrated that moisture pricked the ends of your eyes, and you pouted at her through the tears fogging your vision. "I don't know what's going on with me."

"You're being a brat, that's what," Wanda snipped, giving no consolation to your desperate clause.

"No, there's something—“

Wanda cut you off by grabbing your hips, jutting her leg up between yours, and grinding you down onto it. Your sentence broke away as you moaned, the friction bringing a frenzy of pleasure on your core. "I can't get any work done when there's a slut constantly fiending for my attention," she growled, but you could hardly hear her as you found yourself grinding your hips against her leg without her guiding you. You were only wearing casual shorts, so between that and your thin underwear, your clit was being properly rubbed against Wanda's pants.

"Mommy," you whined thoughtlessly, and the usage of Wanda's favorite term of endearment made her grunt lowly. She decided to finally give in just a little, since you were obviously so beside yourself.

"Your pussy needs me so bad, doesn't it?" Wanda whispered as she squeezed your inner thigh, kneading your sensitive flesh there and working her way up to the hem of your shorts, which she easily slipped her hand through.

"Mmhm," you whined, feeling like you were going to explode if you didn't feel Wanda touching you right that very moment.

To your luck, she did. Wanda dipped her hand past your panties and cupped you, her fingertips inking into your pool of wetness. Wanda nearly gasped at just how wet you were. She could feel moisture even on the barrier of your inner thighs, and your slick had even slipped up your clit and was coating your lower mound. She doubted that you even realized it.

Wanda decided to test your waters. "You don't feel that wet baby. Do you even really want me?"

Wanda nearly regretted lying to you when she saw your lower lip tremble. "Yes!" you cried, jutting your hips forward to grind against her hand. The heel of her palm buried against your clit, and you moaned. "Yes, Mommy, I do."

"Hmmm," Wanda hummed indecisively as you latched around her shoulders, throwing kisses all over her lips and her face and neck, to which she discreetly grinned in appreciation for. Finally, she dipped her fingers into your entrance, sliding into you with ease.

Your mouth fell open as you felt her fingers curl inside you, reaching that spongy spot that incited a million different feelings, all ranging from pleasurable to borderline painful due to zeal of the former, and you nearly fell over. Wanda held your hip with one hand as she pumped her other against you, her palm gliding across your hardened nub as she pressed her knuckles into you.

"Fuck, Mommy," you breathed, pressing your forehead against Wanda's shoulder as you started to ride her fingers, too impatient for her slow thrusts. Wanda, irritated that you were getting ahead of yourself, opted to let you ride her as you wished. Your hand held Wanda's wrist as you gyrated over her hand, feeling her fingers move and twist and curl inside you. You swore you had never felt more pleasure in your life, and it only took a few minutes before you came on your wife's hand, biting her shoulder and moaning in such sweet symphonies that made Wanda melt.

"Are you satisfied now?" Wanda asked you once you had soothed yourself from whining and giving a last few rolls of your hips on her hand. She pulled her fingers out of you, and you whined and tried to keep her hand there.

"More," you begged with desperation evident in your eyes, and Wanda drank up every second of it.

"More?" she scoffed, taking her hand away and slipping her fingers into your mouth. You took them gingerly and licked your ample juices from her fingers, closing your eyes and moaning sensually. "You're never this needy," she commented. "You want Mommy's cock?"

Your eyes popped open and you eagerly nodded with her fingers still in your mouth. Instinctively, you pressed your hand forward on Wanda's crotch and felt her hard strap there, instantly making you moan. You wished you had known she was wearing it so you could've already been riding it.

"Slow down," Wanda reprimanded you. "Let's go to the bedroom. I don't need you dirtying up my office." Hoisting you around her hips, Wanda easily stood up and carried you towards the bedroom as you clung to her, nibbling at her neck and feeling yourself clench with anticipation.

By the time you were tossed onto the bed, your shorts were being ripped off. Sitting up, you started hastily undoing Wanda's belt, looking up at her with lust-crazed eyes. Wanda couldn't help but smirk down at you, and when you finally removed her piece from her clothing, you instantly slid your mouth down around it.

Wanda's breath stuttered as she watched her strap disappear in your mouth, and the sound of you softly gagging when the tip hit your throat made Wanda moan. She stroked her hand through your hair as you sucked on her length, knowing it would rile Wanda up enough to fuck you sooner. Alas, Wanda was properly riled up, grunting before pulling your head up. Her cock left your lips with a pop, and you stared up at her with your lips hung open, drool covering them.

"Such a dirty slut," Wanda remarked huskily before pushing you down on the bed. Taking your thighs, she pressed them open wide and flat down on the mattress, holding onto them for leverage as she lined herself up with your entrance. "You really want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you begged, tempting her by raising your hips, but she pressed them down hard. "Please." You needed her inside you so bad, it felt like your walls were on fire with need.

Finally, Wanda gave in and sunk herself inside of you, burying her cock into your pussy to the very hilt and moaning as she did so. A guttural gasp left your throat as her strap stretched you in the most perfect way. Wanda was going to give you what you wanted now, and you realized that when she pulled out before pounding into you all at once, picking up a pace that was so hard and fast it caught you off guard.

"Fuck!" you moaned as Wanda tore into your pussy. You were so wet that you were dripping all over the bed, and the sloshing sounds filling the room was thoroughly sinful. Wanda grunted as she pounded into you, bending your knees up to reach deeper inside you.

Somehow, you were already close. You never had came that fast, especially not twice in a row, and as your pussy clenched and pulsed around Wanda, she did not let up one bit.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are," Wanda groaned as she leaned up, turned you over onto your stomach, lifted your hips up to her, and continued fucking you mercilessly. You were face-first in the pillow, ass lifted into the air and supported by Wanda's bruising grip as she plowed into your hole to no end.

"Mommy!" you whined when Wanda reached under you and started to rub your clit. It was so much pleasure, too much. Before long, you came again, whining into the pillow as juices dripped out of you. You thought Wanda was done when she pulled out and let your hips weakly fall to the bed, but the woman pulled you by your ankles to the very edge of the bed, turning you over again to face her.

Your entire face was bright red and sweaty, lips swollen and eyes dazed. Wanda gleamed at the sight of you as she returned her fingers to your clit. You whined, but she gave you a threatening glare.

"You said you wanted more, did you not?" she quipped, and you only closed your eyes and let her play with your oversensitive nub like it was a toy. Soon, she was slipping three fingers inside you again, reaching as deep as she could and curling them sharply. You whined as you felt another pounding pressure growing within you, between her fingers coaxing your insides and her thumb attacking your clit, and you came yet again, leaning up to bury your face into her shirt.

Wanda fingered you through your climax, relishing in the way your walls were tensing so hard around her fingers. As you started to come down, you felt more relief, but there was still something not quite settled within you. Nonetheless, when you felt Wanda forcing her cock into you again, you whined and tried to close your legs.

"Mommy, no, too much," you begged, but she slapped your legs open and hammered herself inside you.

"Take it," she whispered. "This is what you wanted, right, baby? For Mommy to fuck you and make all the horny feelings go away?"

It wasn't working. You were still horny, but you were painfully overstimulated. Wanda reached her hand up your shirt and began pinching your nipple, causing you to shriek and try to squirm away from her. Wanda quickly pulled you back down the bed, causing her to slam hard inside you. You cried out, eyes crossing, and felt her start to jackhammer into you again.

"Mommy, please, it hurts," you whined, feeling sweaty and hot all over. It was getting hard to breathe now, the room was spinning, and you could hardly see. You felt feverish and fittish, and your wife plowing you into the mattress was not helping.

"Keep still, detka. Mommy wants to cum, too. You aren't going to be selfish, are you? Don't you want Mommy to cum?"

You whined, wanting all the sensations to stop, but Wanda was grunting against you, sliding her hands over your tits, moaning as she came nearer to her orgasm. When she did, and you felt her spill her load inside you, it ushered you into another fist-clenching orgasm that made you scream.

Wanda was finally slowing her thrusts as you fell onto the bed, spent. Your arms were flung down around you, head lulled to the side, obviously all used up and drained of the unbearable horniness Wanda had placed in you. She considered continuing even with you halfway passed out, but your pussy was bright red around her, and you obviously were done and needed rest.

Pulling out, Wanda playfully slapped your clit just to watch you jolt and shriek at the feeling, and also to get your attention. You lulled your face back towards her, set in an indefinite pout. You could hardly remember how you got yourself into getting Wanda to fuck you like that, and you had no idea why you had gotten so horny. Wine had never made you so wild.

"All done?" Wanda asked you, bringing her cool hand to your flushed, clammy face. You nodded, still panting, and turned your face away from her again. "Do you want some water, my love?" She watched the side of your face as you nodded, so she quickly went into the kitchen to get you some water. She seemed to be gone longer than usual, and it felt like you were going to die from thirst right as she walked in with a glass of water.

Helping you sit up, due to you being entirely wasted from her affairs on your body, she put the glass to your lips and watched you sleepily drink the entire thing down, every last bit.

Again, you didn't notice the taste of yet another crushed up little pill in your drink.

[persephoneintheflesh]

Needing Mommy Wanda to absolutely ruin me so badly that I start writing a fic about her 🥰🥰🤭🤭

Also I can’t stop fantasizing abt women being stressed and using me as a stress toy…

[serinewee]

her dog

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

But her like having a gun on your head while you suck her strap✨✨✨✨✨✨

FEAR KINK YES

Making you take her deeper, threatening to shoot if you gag.

Russian Roulette omg, pulling the trigger and loving the way your pussy clamps down in fear around her strap every time you hear that hollow click. (She would never actually load the gun with bullets, but you don't need to know that.

She fucks your pussy with the barrel of the gun while you eat her out, your sobs muffled as you feverishly move your tongue over her pulsing clit. Her arousal soaks your chin, her hips rutting against your mouth as your cries turn into fear-filled whines. You cum harder than you ever have from the barrel of her gun.

[marigoldenblooms]

Thinking of FilmProfessor!Wanda taking fem!Reader home after class.. safe to say, An Important Lesson is getting another part >:) If you wanna be tagged when it comes out, lemme know! Read the first part here!

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Her studio would be beautiful, yet you couldn’t even care about it as you feasted on her gaze. Heavy and dark, Wanda’s eyes would hardly know peace she’d take you in, kneeling naked by her bed.

Her fingers would raise your jaw up to meet her eye, crooning to you. “Look at you, Mommy’s perfect little doll..” Her voice was breathy and laborious, jaw flexing as you’d look at her with those doe eyes, and how your bare pussy had dripped arousal onto her floorboards.

She’d pull something from behind her back, and your pupils would blow at the implication. A camera.

“Want to make a movie with me, baby?”

[wandasfifthwife]

patience is a virtue₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺

—wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || SMUT MDNI, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wandanat & sub!reader, top!wandanat & bottom!reader, strap (r receiving | w giving), grinding, praise kink?, some impact play (one spanking lmao), overstim, packing (w), giving head (w’s strap | r giving), reader’s described to be shy, not proofread

༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference

— 🌷masterlist ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ 2.6kwords₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺ next part🌻 —

It was dark in the room, a light blue light peeking in keeping it every so often from the curtains being blown around by the AC. You were wide awake, having squirming around for maybe twenty minutes. Neither of them had work, and neither did you. It was a Saturday, a holiday weekend. None of you had work today or tomorrow for that matter.

Wanda was incredibly quiet, the position she’s in extremely similar to the one she had fallen asleep in. Natasha’s the opposite; breathing heavily into the bed with one limb touching you or Wanda at all times. Meaning, most nights you slept behind Natasha, her back facing you so you’re not getting forcefully wrapped. Her embrace is lovely, but not when it’s making your temperature rise over 90° degrees.

She’s still somehow found herself curling around you, her leg resting above yours; the second you’ve begun to pull your leg free, she’s pushing off the bed. She’s obviously half asleep, but her eyes brows are furrowed, concern laced in her expression.

“Why’re you up so early, Kit? It’s like 6:30.”

You check and she’s right, the clock reading 6:27. She’s waiting, eyes heavy but still trying to stay open. You’re not sure why. Too much time goes by, her arms pulling you down into her hold.

“Go back to sleep.”

“But I’m not tired—“

She shushes you, “sleep. It’s too early.”

You try to knock her arms away, growing fidgety when her fingers inch closer to where you’re ticklish. It turns into a bit of a brawl, unfortunately with Natasha winning despite being half awake.

“Why’re you guys up,” Wanda asks, exhaustion seeping into her tone, “if you’re going to be loud, take it into the living room.”

You begin to feel bad, understanding that she had gotten back late last night. Natasha had set a bath after your little event yesterday morning. The only time you saw her was when she had come to say her goodbyes and when she crawled into bed.

You don’t remember much of the day, having fallen asleep an hour after your warm bath. The excessive sleep might be why you were up so early on your own.

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine, just keep it down.”

Natasha ends up staying awake, sitting dazed in the living room. Her hair, usually set in a braid when she sleeps, was unraveled; the wavy hair framing her face also fell into yours from where your head rested on her shoulder.

“I still don’t forgive you for this,” you emphasize your words, sliding your finger down your neck to press on the darkened mark.

“Good.”

You laugh when she noses at your neck, pressing a light kiss to the opposite side of where the mark lay. You can’t help but to shiver, the feeling of her lips and the cold affecting you.

“Aww, are you cold?”

“No,” you mumble, but accept her tighter hold with greed, fingers gripping into her sleep shirt. It was then that your stomach decided to break the moment, embarrassing you.

“We could grab breakfast while Wanda finished sleeping in. There’s a restaurant Wanda and I like just down the road.”

“Oh, sure, I’d love to.”

It was even colder outside, the lack of sun causing the cold to manifest its self everywhere. You had Natash’s coat wrapped around you, given to you by her since she fretted over your less than warm coat.

The wind blew, making you shiver and push faster to keep up with Natasha. Her ability to exude warmth even in 50° weather amazes you. She holds the door for you, slipping a hand by your waist once you’ve entered. The gesture making you nervous, focusing entirely too much on her hand’s placement and not the menu in front of you.

It was cute inside, the menu written in chalk behind the counter. Small plans lined the counters and walls, creating a honey vibe. All of these details went unnoticed to you until Natasha’s fingers pinch at your skin.

“What’s got you so spacey, hm?”

“Sorry,” you turn your gaze away, the puffy fabric of her coat ruffling with your movement.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Oh look! We’re next to order.”

Natasha glances forward, “there’s two more people.”

“Oh oops, I haven’t decided what I want yet.”

She lets it go, moving in front when your time to order comes. You pull at her shirt after, feeling the need to get the guilt off your chest after seeing her pay for your food.

“You don’t have to keep paying for me, I really am thankful but I have my own job for a reason.”

She’s putting her wallet back in her pocket, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “and there’s also a reason why I’m here with you. Let me care for you.”

“I know,” you lead on, “but this is money you’ve worked hard for. It’s not free like everything else.”

“Am I going around kissing everyone on the street?”

“What? No.”

“Exactly.”

You huff, a smile on your face when though you wish it weren’t there. In response to her buying, you offer to bring it back. She denied at first before letting you help seeing as it brought a smile to your face.

Wanda was in a similar state to how Natasha looked when you came back, eyes half lidded when you both enter. She smiles at the sight, “you two are cute, did you go to that breakfast place?”

“We did, I got something for you to.”

She places it front of her before walking by towards the shower, leaving you with Wanda. She gestures for you, showing you the screen on her phone. An event at a nearby art center, where they were displaying an exhibition.

“I can buy tickets if you’d like to go, I remember you mentioning art school when we first met.”

It was crazy that you first met them just over a week ago when the moments you had with them lately felt like you’ve known them forever. They walked with you back to your house, stopping by momentarily for you to pick up a few things seeing as you’ve all decided you’ll be staying the weekend.

The event wasn’t until later, around dinner time. When the sun had begun to set you three left from their apartment seeing as it was closer to three museum. Wanda’s shadow stands above you, grabbing your attention.

“At the museum there’ll be some ground rules, alright?”

You glance up from putting your shoes on, “okay.”

“Look at me. Don’t run off without at least one of us beside you—there’ll be a lot of people.”

You nod and she continues, “and I know you’re good for us, but if we ask you to move somewhere, I advise you it’s best to listen and not talk back.”

You welcome the kiss from her after, leaning towards her when she pulls away. Her thumb rubs your cheek, “later, if you’re good.”

Her words are a faint whisper, eliciting a response from you. She smiles at your compliance, calling out to Natasha.

It wasn’t difficult to stay close to them, the large crowds making you anxious. The exhibit was beautiful, the paintings and art pieces a contrast from the cream colored walls. Some were simple, paintings showing a lovely landscape. Some were abstract, multiple colors and shades painting a vibrant picture. Wanda preferred to read the manuscript beside each painting, taking her time throughout the exhibit. Natasha was more intrigued by your conversations, learning about each painting through audible description.

There was a section you hadn’t visited, the one on the third level. It was the one you were most looking forward to, the main room you were looking forward to. With how slow Wanda was navigating the room next to the exhibit, you were being driven up the wall. You wonder if she knew. The speed she had feeling like it was slowing down as you got to the end of the room. That’s when you’ve begun to grow impatient. You tried to be appreciative, but you were burnt out and your back was beginning to ache from standing so straight. Wanda had been keeping a hand on your back throughout the night, tapping when she felt you’ve started to slouch again. A faint whine reaches her ear. The expression on your face tired but guilty once she’s looks over at you.

“Hmm?”

“Can we move faster?”

“No, lm having a nice time looking around this room.”

“Then can Natasha and I go together?”

“To that one,” she asks, pointing across the hall to the room you’ve been eyeing the past twenty minutes, “that’s what we came for, kitten. Wait until I’ve finished so we can all go together.”

“No,” you whine, but it’s cut short immediately.

“Do you want to go home?”

“No.”

“Then cut that out now.”

You stop whining, but your impatience still makes its appearance in other ways. You try to distract yourself by talking with Natasha, pulling on Wanda’s arm to make her move faster once she’s reached the last artwork in the room. Each work she reads off the plaque felt like it’s being read in 0.25 speed, not a single word went unread. Your nails were pushing into Natasha’s arm, plastering a smile on your face when Wanda looks back at you. There’s a knowing look on her face; the pained look on Natasha’s face and your tense body language says everything.

“I’m ready to move on,” she finally says.

You and Natasha both sigh in relief for different reasons. Wanda laughs, patting your back as she walks down the hallway.

Your nails unhook themselves from Natasha’s arm, feeling guilty at the nail prints.

“Sorry,” you mumble, rubbing at the marks, “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s fine,” she brings a finger to rub at where you’ve attempted to hide her mark, the faint touch making you shiver.

It seems nice at first, getting to the exhibit you’ve been waiting for. You have had a lovely time, but everything faded away after Wanda had praised you. Her words were spoken close to your ear, words laced with lust, stating how she’s going to reward you. This time you were squirming for something else, impatience burning inside you along with something else. Curiosity.

The second their apartment door was opened, Wanda was on you. She had you up against the wall, the one directly across from the front door. A hand was holding your thigh, hooking it around her waist, allowing her to push further into you. You find it was all intentional when she grinds her hips against yours, pulling a gasp from you when you realize.

“Wands—“

She cuts you off with a slap your thigh, “try again.”

“Mommy,” you say and she nods, willing you to continue, “is that—?”

Her smile is an answer, cold fingers slide under your shirt, circling around to squeeze your ass. You keen, body sliding against hers.

“Get on your knees,” she breathes, pulling away from you.

The sight of looking up at her is pulling the air from your lungs. She’s silently demanding you keep your eyes on her with how tight she’s holding your chin.

“Pat my thigh twice if you need to stop, alright?”

“Yes mommy.”

She moans, making quick work of undoing the belt wrapped around her waist with one hand, her other leaning over you. Her belt falls to the floor, the clanging noise making you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of her tapping the tip against your bottom lip brings a blush to your cheeks.

“Open your lips, kitten.”

You do, the feeling of her pushing in has your head hitting the wall behind you. She’s enjoying the sight of you, eyebrows tied together, hands shyly hovering over her thighs. She keeps a hand on her waist, pushing and starting a rhythm that has you moaning. You’re a mess under her, head resting against the wall, jaw relaxed to take her comfortably. Your sounds are muffled around her length, choked and gasping.

She’s deciding it’s enough when tears spill from your eyes. Your chin glistens, lips swollen from her ministrations and it’s all driving her crazy. She’s helping you off the floor, dusting your knees off before carrying you to the bedroom. You’re in a koala hold, legs wrapped around her waist.

“Feel how wet you made it,” she sweet talks, pulling your bottom half off the bed, “it’s all because of you.”

You whine, gripping onto her wrists that lie beside your head. She pecks your lips, “please tell me you’ll say whenever you feel in pain, or uncomfortable, or if you need to stop?”

“I will,” you breathe, “I promise.”

She lines up before pushing her hips forward, eyes growing cloudy at the sounds you make as she bottoms out. You wince when it pushes up, her size stretching you out still.

She runs a finger around where you meet, “you’re so tight around me.”

Her hips jerk unexpectedly, pressing against a spot that makes you see white. You’re whining, begging her to move with a push of your legs around her waist.

Your moans echos throughout the room, loud and airy. Natasha’s been in the shower long than usual, fingers moving in circles around her clit at your pretty sounds. Unbeknownst to her Wanda’s doing the same for you, a thumb rubbing against your bud until you feel you’re about to blackout.

“Mommy—please can I?”

“Yes,” it’s a simple response but it’s all you’re needing to hear, a choked whimper bubbling out from your throat as you’ve been brought to the edge.

Wanda flips you over, not giving you a moment and pressing your face into the mattress with the force of each thrust. You couldn’t help but to cry out into the sheets, the pleasure she brought on overwhelming you.

“Mommy!”

“Mm, you’re taking it so well. I’m so proud, you want to make me proud, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you gasp, reaching a hand to grip at the sheets above your head, pushing back against her. The pleasure from your orgasm before increases each time her tip presses deeper into you.

“Please, please!—”

“Beg.”

“Mommy, please let me come. I’ve been good!”

Natasha comes to sit by the edge, a towel thrown tied across her body. She’s thankful for leaving when she did, it was the perfect time to watch you come a second time, body writing from the pleasure overwhelming your body.

Natasha brushes the tears from your eyes, hoping to distract you from Wanda pulling out.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Hold me?”

She complies, not caring about the thin shine on your body despite having just finishing a shower. It was only a “shower” anyways.

She’s holding you until Wanda’s finished throwing on a large shirt, clothes from before thrown into the hamper. Natasha passes you over so she can do the same, leaving to step inside their closet.

“Shh, you did so good.”

She runs a hand down your arm, smiling at the goosebumps forming from her touch. You’re out of breath, forehead leaning against her cold chest to fight the heat wrapped around your body.

“Would you like to take a shower, a bath?”

“A showers fine,” you respond, voice raspy.

You both actually ended up taking a shower because your legs shook when you tried to stand. Wanda was concerned you’d slip, especially seeing how your hips swayed. She spares you any teasing, carefully walking you into the bathroom.

“People are going to know you two mess with me,” you speak up from your place in the bathtub, watching Wanda brush her hair in front of the mirror.

“They might. Is this something you’re worried about?”

“Yeah,” you circle the water around your finger, “I love it, I’m just shy showing it to others.”

“And that’s alright. Not everyone will get it as good as you do, you don’t have to be shy.”

“Oh. Okay well that’s—“

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[fanfic011287]

Another Love Story

Part 1 - The Punishment

"When should I come and pick you up from practice"?

"I should be done by 2:00"

"You should be, or you will be"...

"I-I will be!" 

"Alright, you better not be late!"

With that I jumped out of Nat's car being extremely careful not to shut the door too hard. Last time that happened I wasn't able to sit right for a week. I love my girlfriend don't get me wrong but sometimes she can be a bit over controlling, especially when it comes to her cars. Although I am in college I am not allowed to drive and must be driven everywhere by either one of my girlfriends. This rule was put in place after my girlfriends found out that I showed up late to one of my morning classes. They deemed I wasn't mature enough to have my own car because I apparently couldn't handle the responsibility of getting places on time. Though to be honest it's not that bad considering both of my girlfriends own super nice cars. I guess those are the perks when working for the Avengers, you can buy whatever your heart desires. Nat owns a matte black Chevy Corvette with an all black leather interior, along with an all black premium g-class SUV. Whereas Wanda owns a red Porsche 918 Spyder and black Tesla model Y, with red leather seats. 

Nat drives off as soon as she sees me enter the building. 

Practice was going great, running right on time, even a little early to be honest. Though that sadly all changed when one of my teammates decided to have a smart mouth, causing all of us to hit the line. Once my coach decided that we've had enough he blew his whistle dismissing us from the gym. 

"Hey Kate what time is it"?

"It's 2:45, why"?

"SHIT! My girlfriend is going to kill me", I screamed before I could even register the words coming out of my mouth. 

"Girlfriend"!? "You're dating someone"? "OMG y/n why didn't you tell me"? "What's her name"?

"Uhhhh.....ummmm.... she uhhh-"

"Oh come on y/n, why would you keep this a secret? Are you embarrassed of her or something"?

"NO! No, it's nothing like that. She's great, I just haven't told anyone because I didn't think it was that important". Truth be told I didn't tell them because not only would they rag on me for dating an Avenger, but I would never hear the end of it if they found out I was dating two. 

I quickly threw my clothes in my bag and started running out to the parking lot. 

"Hey y/n wait up, we wanna meet your girlfriend". "Is she picking you up"? "Can we say hi"?

"Yes she is and no not today. She's super busy so she's gonna be annoyed that I am late". 

Making my way out of the building, I instantly spot the matte black corvette, with tinted windows that are currently shielding the angry redhead who is waiting inside from the prying eyes of my teammates. Glancing behind me I notice my teammates Kate, Leia, Danny, Maya and Jessie all gawking at the car. I just know they are all anxiously waiting to see if they can sneak a peak of my mysterious girlfriend on the inside. However I was not about to let that happen. I quickly open the door just enough to let my body slide in before closing the door right behind me. 

"Where the hell were you"?!

"I... pra-practice ran late. I-I didn't know it was going too! I'm sorry"!

*SMACK*

My hand instinctively reached for my face as the red, hot searing pain radiated through my cheek. 

"I specifically asked you if you were definitely going to be done at 2 and you said yes! If you didn't know then why lie, huh? What are you hiding"?

"No-nothing! My coach said 2 so that's what I told you". 

"Whatever! Oh and don't think this is over, you'll be receiving the rest of your punishment when we get home". 

As Natasha pulled out of the parking lot I stole a glance back at my teammates who were all smiling and giggling as the car whipped out of the lot. The drive home was short but filled with an eerie quietness. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

Wanda and Nat bought a mansion in Florida as soon as they found out that's where I was  planning on attending school. They said they wanted to be able to spend time with me, but honestly it was just to keep an eye on me and make sure I was behaving myself. 

That night I was forced to sleep in my own room as opposed to sleeping with my girlfriends in our shared bedroom. Natasha filled Wanda in on what happened as soon as we entered the door and they both deemed it fit for me to go straight to bed, without dinner or anything. Just like a child would get punished if they were to act out. 

The following morning I got up bright and early in order to sneak out and ride my bike to school. There was no way I was getting in the car with either one of them, especially Nat after I was so wrongly punished. 

The day went great! However I was begging to feel extremely anxious when neither Nat or Wanda texted me asking where I was, or how I left, anything along those lines. After practice I walked out expecting to see my bike waiting for me, but what I saw instead was much worse. The black premium g-class SUV was sitting right in the center of the parking lot and leaning against it was none other than the Black Widow herself. I gulped loudly knowing I was so screwed. I instantly looked around to see if anyone had seen Natasha. To my dismay two of my teammates stood dead in their tracks a few feet behind me staring dumbfounded at the lady before them. 

My teammates Sadie and Kate have been dating for two years, however the past year I have been getting the feeling that they are coming on to me. Things like little touches and sweet praises always came from them, making my cheeks burn up. Now I would never in a million years cheat on my girlfriends, but that still didn't stop me from getting flustered every time the two paid extra "attention" to me.

Anyways, as I approached the car Nat instantly lunged, grabbing my wrists. 

"You have some nerve leaving this morning without even informing us, especially while you were on punishment", she gritted through her teeth just loud enough for me to hear her and no one else.

"Get in the car NOW"!

"...no"

"WHAT"!

"I-I am not getting in the car till you apologize for how wrongly you treated me yesterday".

"And what makes you think I'm going to do that"?

"Then fine, I am not getting in the car". I swear if looks could kill I'd be 10 feet under by now.

"Well good luck getting home little girl! Wanda already came by and took your bike, so you can have fun walking" and with that Nat got in her car and drove away. I stood there stunned, truly in disbelief that she would actually leave me. Her little girl!

"Hey y/n, do you need a ride home"? I looked over to see Sadie standing by her car looking at me with so much concern. 

"Ummm... yes please"

The drive to the house was short and sweet! Nothing compared to the one I shared with Nat the previous  day. 

"Damnnnnn! This is your place"?

I couldn't find the words to answer her, fear radiating through my body as I noticed the missing car in the driveway. This meant Nat wasn't actually planning on leaving me at my school and now she will be even more pissed  that I didn't wait for her to just come back. 

"Y/n"?

"Oh umm, yeah! Yes, this is where I live. Thanks so much for the ride", I quickly spit out before taking off from the car to the house. Nat would be home soon and she wasn't going to be happy. 

Just as my hand reached the nob and Sadie and Kate pulled out of the driveway, Nat pulled her car up into her spot. Making sure to glare at my teammates as she did. 

"shit", I mumbled before turning and darting into the house. 

"Y/n, honey you're home", Wanda said, perking up on the couch, but then proceeded to look behind me in search of the other red head. "Y/n, where's Nat"?

"She um... she's coming. She told me to just go ahead". 

As I began to make my way up the stairs, taking them two at a time I heard the dreadful sound of the front door being thrown open. 

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE"!?

"Who? Y/n"?

"Yes y/n! She refused to get in the car and instead rode home with that couple on her team that has a crush on her".

"I'm sorry, SHE DID WHAT"?!

Even from upstairs I could see the anger and disbelief on Wanda's face. I knew I was going to be in for it. I quickly pulled off the false board in my closet squeezing myself back into my hiding space. Just as I repositioned the board I heard my bedroom door being thrown open. 

"Y/n where the hell are you"?

I gulped backing up away from the board

(1 hour later)

"Where could she have possibly gone"

"I'm not sure", both women continued to look around until it hit Wanda. "The false board"!

With that Nat raced up the stairs, throwing open my closet doors. My heart was pounding rapidly as I heard the board being pried off. 

"Ahah! There you are you little brat", before I could plead for forgiveness I felt her hand lace with my hair yanking me out of the closet and down the whole flight of stairs before throwing me onto the living room floor. 

"You have some nerve you know it"? Natasha yelled while tying my hands behind my back with her belt.

"Natasha no! I didn't know you were coming back and-and I couldn't walk. Please I'm sorry"!

"Awe honey, it's a little too late to be sorry now isn't it"?

She yanked me up by my arms laying me across her lap and pulling down my pants and panties. Wanda sat across from us in the armchair watching the whole scene play out wearing a mischievous grin. 

"Now you are going to count and thank me for each one. Do you understand"?

"ye-yesssss" 

"good, your count is 20"

*SMACK*

"On-one, thank you"

*SMACK* *SMACK*

"I'm sorry what was that"?

"I-I meant, thank you daddy".

"Better! Now start over"

*20 spanks later*

"You did so good my love"

"Thank... you.. da-daddy",  I got out in between sobs. 

The rest of the night was spent cuddling and watching movies. I was curled up into Wanda's side with my head resting on her chest and legs resting on Nat's lap. I've never felt more safe than when I am cuddled up with my favorite red heads. 

"When should I come and pick you up from practice"?

"I should be done by 2:00"

"You should be, or you will be"...

"I-I will be!" 

"Alright, you better not be late!"

With that I jumped out of Nat's car being extremely careful not to shut the door too hard. Last time that happened I wasn't able to sit right for a week. I love my girlfriend don't get me wrong but sometimes she can be a bit over controlling, especially when it comes to her cars. Although I am in college I am not allowed to drive and must be driven everywhere by either one of my girlfriends. This rule was put in place after my girlfriends found out that I showed up late to one of my morning classes. They deemed I wasn't mature enough to have my own car because I apparently couldn't handle the responsibility of getting places on time. Though to be honest it's not that bad considering both of my girlfriends own super nice cars. I guess those are the perks when working for the Avengers, you can buy whatever your heart desires. Nat owns a matte black Chevy Corvette with an all black leather interior, along with an all black premium g-class SUV. Whereas Wanda owns a red Porsche 918 Spyder and black Tesla model Y, with red leather seats. 

Nat drives off as soon as she sees me enter the building. 

Practice was going great, running right on time, even a little early to be honest. Though that sadly all changed when one of my teammates decided to have a smart mouth, causing all of us to hit the line. Once my coach decided that we've had enough he blew his whistle dismissing us from the gym. 

"Hey Kate what time is it"?

"It's 2:45, why"?

"SHIT! My girlfriend is going to kill me", I screamed before I could even register the words coming out of my mouth. 

"Girlfriend"!? "You're dating someone"? "OMG y/n why didn't you tell me"? "What's her name"?

"Uhhhh.....ummmm.... she uhhh-"

"Oh come on y/n, why would you keep this a secret? Are you embarrassed of her or something"?

"NO! No, it's nothing like that. She's great, I just haven't told anyone because I didn't think it was that important". Truth be told I didn't tell them because not only would they rag on me for dating an Avenger, but I would never hear the end of it if they found out I was dating two. 

I quickly threw my clothes in my bag and started running out to the parking lot. 

"Hey y/n wait up, we wanna meet your girlfriend". "Is she picking you up"? "Can we say hi"?

"Yes she is and no not today. She's super busy so she's gonna be annoyed that I am late". 

Making my way out of the building, I instantly spot the matte black corvette, with tinted windows that are currently shielding the angry redhead who is waiting inside from the prying eyes of my teammates. Glancing behind me I notice my teammates Kate, Leia, Danny, Maya and Jessie all gawking at the car. I just know they are all anxiously waiting to see if they can sneak a peak of my mysterious girlfriend on the inside. However I was not about to let that happen. I quickly open the door just enough to let my body slide in before closing the door right behind me. 

"Where the hell were you"?!

"I... pra-practice ran late. I-I didn't know it was going too! I'm sorry"!

*SMACK*

My hand instinctively reached for my face as the red, hot searing pain radiated through my cheek. 

"I specifically asked you if you were definitely going to be done at 2 and you said yes! If you didn't know then why lie, huh? What are you hiding"?

"No-nothing! My coach said 2 so that's what I told you". 

"Whatever! Oh and don't think this is over, you'll be receiving the rest of your punishment when we get home". 

As Natasha pulled out of the parking lot I stole a glance back at my teammates who were all smiling and giggling as the car whipped out of the lot. The drive home was short but filled with an eerie quietness. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

Wanda and Nat bought a mansion in Florida as soon as they found out that's where I was  planning on attending school. They said they wanted to be able to spend time with me, but honestly it was just to keep an eye on me and make sure I was behaving myself. 

That night I was forced to sleep in my own room as opposed to sleeping with my girlfriends in our shared bedroom. Natasha filled Wanda in on what happened as soon as we entered the door and they both deemed it fit for me to go straight to bed, without dinner or anything. Just like a child would get punished if they were to act out. 

The following morning I got up bright and early in order to sneak out and ride my bike to school. There was no way I was getting in the car with either one of them, especially Nat after I was so wrongly punished. 

The day went great! However I was begging to feel extremely anxious when neither Nat or Wanda texted me asking where I was, or how I left, anything along those lines. After practice I walked out expecting to see my bike waiting for me, but what I saw instead was much worse. The black premium g-class SUV was sitting right in the center of the parking lot and leaning against it was none other than the Black Widow herself. I gulped loudly knowing I was so screwed. I instantly looked around to see if anyone had seen Natasha. To my dismay two of my teammates stood dead in their tracks a few feet behind me staring dumbfounded at the lady before them. 

My teammates Sadie and Kate have been dating for two years, however the past year I have been getting the feeling that they are coming on to me. Things like little touches and sweet praises always came from them, making my cheeks burn up. Now I would never in a million years cheat on my girlfriends, but that still didn't stop me from getting flustered every time the two paid extra "attention" to me.

Anyways, as I approached the car Nat instantly lunged, grabbing my wrists. 

"You have some nerve leaving this morning without even informing us, especially while you were on punishment", she gritted through her teeth just loud enough for me to hear her and no one else.

"Get in the car NOW"!

"...no"

"WHAT"!

"I-I am not getting in the car till you apologize for how wrongly you treated me yesterday".

"And what makes you think I'm going to do that"?

"Then fine, I am not getting in the car". I swear if looks could kill I'd be 10 feet under by now.

"Well good luck getting home little girl! Wanda already came by and took your bike, so you can have fun walking" and with that Nat got in her car and drove away. I stood there stunned, truly in disbelief that she would actually leave me. Her little girl!

"Hey y/n, do you need a ride home"? I looked over to see Sadie standing by her car looking at me with so much concern. 

"Ummm... yes please"

The drive to the house was short and sweet! Nothing compared to the one I shared with Nat the previous  day. 

"Damnnnnn! This is your place"?

I couldn't find the words to answer her, fear radiating through my body as I noticed the missing car in the driveway. This meant Nat wasn't actually planning on leaving me at my school and now she will be even more pissed  that I didn't wait for her to just come back. 

"Y/n"?

"Oh umm, yeah! Yes, this is where I live. Thanks so much for the ride", I quickly spit out before taking off from the car to the house. Nat would be home soon and she wasn't going to be happy. 

Just as my hand reached the nob and Sadie and Kate pulled out of the driveway, Nat pulled her car up into her spot. Making sure to glare at my teammates as she did. 

"shit", I mumbled before turning and darting into the house. 

"Y/n, honey you're home", Wanda said, perking up on the couch, but then proceeded to look behind me in search of the other red head. "Y/n, where's Nat"?

"She um... she's coming. She told me to just go ahead". 

As I began to make my way up the stairs, taking them two at a time I heard the dreadful sound of the front door being thrown open. 

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE"!?

"Who? Y/n"?

"Yes y/n! She refused to get in the car and instead rode home with that couple on her team that has a crush on her".

"I'm sorry, SHE DID WHAT"?!

Even from upstairs I could see the anger and disbelief on Wanda's face. I knew I was going to be in for it. I quickly pulled off the false board in my closet squeezing myself back into my hiding space. Just as I repositioned the board I heard my bedroom door being thrown open. 

"Y/n where the hell are you"?

I gulped backing up away from the board

(1 hour later)

"Where could she have possibly gone"

"I'm not sure", both women continued to look around until it hit Wanda. "The false board"!

With that Nat raced up the stairs, throwing open my closet doors. My heart was pounding rapidly as I heard the board being pried off. 

"Ahah! There you are you little brat", before I could plead for forgiveness I felt her hand lace with my hair yanking me out of the closet and down the whole flight of stairs before throwing me onto the living room floor. 

"You have some nerve you know it"? Natasha yelled while tying my hands behind my back with her belt.

"Natasha no! I didn't know you were coming back and-and I couldn't walk. Please I'm sorry"!

"Awe honey, it's a little too late to be sorry now isn't it"?

She yanked me up by my arms laying me across her lap and pulling down my pants and panties. Wanda sat across from us in the armchair watching the whole scene play out wearing a mischievous grin. 

"Now you are going to count and thank me for each one. Do you understand"?

"ye-yesssss" 

"good, your count is 20"

*SMACK*

"On-one, thank you"

*SMACK* *SMACK*

"I'm sorry what was that"?

"I-I meant, thank you daddy".

"Better! Now start over"

*20 spanks later*

"You did so good my love"

"Thank... you.. da-daddy",  I got out in between sobs. 

The rest of the night was spent cuddling and watching movies. I was curled up into Wanda's side with my head resting on her chest and legs resting on Nat's lap. I've never felt more safe than when I am cuddled up with my favorite red heads. 

[lesbianloml]

the beginning

my babysitter au

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), perverted men, mentions of sex, this is just where they meet so nothing big

summary: when wanda hires a new babysitter, she is shocked to find that there are some things she doesn't know about her town. the biggest shock is you, you are immune to wanda's powers. an even bigger shock comes when wanda finds out you have powers of your own.

a/n: this series is going to be LOOSLY based on my wandavision dr. if anyone has anything they would like to see or something, let me know. and if anyone wants to talk about shifting, hit me up. i kinda imagined reader as a soft and quiet girl. also, you're kinda a whore. and you love to read and bake. in this series, wanda doesn't really do a tv show or different eras, it's all just normal. but the agents and stuff outside the hex have a big part. reader works at the local café that she owns and spends most of her free time in the library. anyways, enjoy part one!

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(not my pics)

(pretend she had billy and tommy before the hex)

"what's the name for your order?" you asked, a little annoyed. you loved your job, but the older man standing in front of you made you want to throw your apron down and quit. "cohen, babe. don't forget next time" cohen shoots you a wink. you hold back a gag as you try to smile politely, writing the name on the side of the cup and turning your back to begin making the drink. grabbing a bag from behind you, you set the cinnamon pastry you made a few hours prior into a container and set it in the bag. as quick as you can, you mix up his drink and slap a lid on it while rolling up the top of the bag, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. "here you go" you say, spinning around and handing the bag and the drink to him. he gives you a look and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you tap the counter three times swiftly. your work best friend, sophie comes around from the back. "hey babe! is he causing you trouble?" cohen glares harshly at sophie, but one thing you love about her is the way she doesn't back down. sophie gives him a look that immediately has cohen scurrying out the door, tail between his legs. "thanks soph" "anytime love. we get off in fifteen, where you going tonight? your apartment or your mom's house?" you look around to see an empty café, emptier than usual. usually, the shop is packed full of starved or thirsty customers. but it's dark outside, and who would come get caffeine and food at 9:45 at night?

"I'll just stop by the library real quick before it closes and then head home and watch a movie or something." you say, smiling as you think about the old library downtown. it was your favorite place to be whenever you had free time or just needed some quiet. you turn and stacked some more cups and filled up the napkin container while waiting for your shift to end or another customer to walk in. you hear soph come out from the back room, where she was restocking supplies. "hey girl, can i ask a favor?" "yeah i'll stay and lock up so you can go fuck shawn" you say with a smirk and a giggle. sophie gasps dramatically. "how'd you know what i was gonna ask?" "because you ask me at least once a week. and the fact that you're a year older than me and supposed to be more mature makes it even funnier" "thank you! i'll see you tomorrow. don't forget, on sunday night we're baking treats for the elementary school bake sale on monday." "got it. i love you. see you sunday. enjoy shawn!" you sing as sophie laughs. "i will. love you too." "today is friday so on sunday, i need to be here by 5:00am so i can set up the tables and stuff to be ready to open at 6:00am. then i'll work until 10:00pm, close up, and help sophie bake some treats for monday's bake sale at the elementary school" you plan your day tomorrow in your head. glancing at the clock, you see it reads 9:55pm. 5 more minutes until you can lock up and leave. you work on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday from 5:00am to 10:30pm. you usually open at 6:00am and close at 10:00pm 4/7 days a week. you love your job but hate the hours. your job at the coffee shop payed extremely well, so no matter how much you hated waking up before the sun, you weren't going to quit. you grab a rag and wipe the counters down. 3 minutes until you lock up and leave.

you spin around when you hear the little bell above the shop door ding, signaling someone came in. you almost drop the damp rag you're holding when you see her, a women, maybe in her early thirties. she had beautiful red hair and striking green eyes. her clothes were casual and relaxed, but you were sure she was some sort of powerful figure from the way she walked and held herself. you had never seen her in westview before, you were sure you'd remember her, and you'd lived in westview since you were eighteen, so three years now. you shake your head before walking around the counter to greet the women. she's even prettier up close. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up." you tell the women with a smile. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" before the women starts apologizing, you cut her off. "oh no, it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" "just a coffee and a piece of apple pie, please" you nod and turn to make her order. you don't ask her name, too shy to do so. it's a good thing that this women isn't. "i'm wanda." "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" you ask, sliding her drink and bag with the pie in the container to her over the counter. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" wanda's face lights up when she talks about them. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart." you wonder what that's supposed to mean as wanda smiles at you before paying and exiting the café, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.

wanda turns the wheel to the left, not really knowing what she's looking for, but knows she's looking for something. wanda reminds herself that she needs to head back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow when she and her boys were going to move into their new home. ever since vision kicked them out, they've been staying in a hotel but then wanda remembered the house that she owned in westview. the perfect place for her and her boys to start over. as wanda is thinking, her head droops and stomach grumbles. she hasn't drank or eaten anything all day. wanda continues driving around the streets, looking for a restaurant or something that she could get a bite to eat at. wanda slows the car when she sees a little café on the corner, letting out a sigh of relief as she sees movement and light from inside. she wouldn't have made it the forty five minutes back to the hotel without eating something. she quickly climbs out of her car and enters the café, not really paying attention to who's there with her. wanda just wants to get back as soon as she can. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up" wanda almost falls over at the sound of the other female's voice. it was so relaxing and quiet. so beautiful. she glances up to look and sees you. wanda swears she stops breathing for a moment. you were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. with the prettiest smile, even at the disturbance, and the softest voice, wanda swore she just met an angel. you had to be an angel. you're smiling. at her. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" "oh no. it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" you were so sweet, so kind. "just a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please" wanda smirks to herself when she sees the tint of blush on your cheeks. you were so cute, too shy to talk to her or ask her name. "i'm wanda" "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" wanda watches you slide the bag and coffee across the counter towards her. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" wanda states. "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" she smiles at the thought of her boys. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart."

as wanda clambers into her car to begin the drive home, she thinks about the girl at the counter. "y/n" wanda thinks to herself, smiling at the name. she thinks it suits you. and as wanda is turning onto the freeway, she thinks to herself, "that girl will be mine"

as you lock up the café and slide into your car, you think about the women you saw. she was very pretty, and you hope that her and her kids move in ok. as you turn you car on and pull out of the parking lot, you rest your hands on the wheel as you begin driving home. your mind is pleasantly empty on the drive back to your apartment.

the first time wanda ever met you, wanda thought about you the entire drive back to the hotel. you were the most angelic person she'd ever met, and she was enchanted by you. the first time that you met wanda, you thought about her once before driving home. she was just another customer to you. but little did you know, you were becoming so much more to her.

little do you know, this is just the beginning

[themidnightcrimson]

Ovulate. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda wants to try for a family.

warnings: top!wanda, smut, cumstrap, forced breeding, manipulation, dubcon, bondage, fingering, oral, i want to have wanda’s children, wanda please get me pregnant, i would trash my birth control for you, did i say that out loud?

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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The conversation hadn't gone over as well as Wanda planned. It was something that had been on her mind for weeks, and when she sat down and finally told you she wanted to start a family, your reaction wasn't entirely what she had expected.

You didn't explicitly say that you never wanted to have kids. In fact, you eventually reiterated that you did want kids eventually, after the shock of Wanda's sudden admittance had faded away. You told her that you were just unsure and didn't want to commit to such a big decision yet. While you were surprised that Wanda had told you this desire of hers, it wasn't an unseen forthcoming.

Wanda had made it clear to you through several bouts in the bedroom over your time together that she had a breeding kink. From filling you up with fake cum straps and whispering in your ear how much she wanted to breed you as she fucked you, it was no doubt something she thoroughly enjoyed. You enjoyed it just as much, but you always thought it was just a sex thing, and not that Wanda actually wanted to breed you. The biological constraints between the two of you wouldn't allow Wanda's desires to be truly fulfilled anyways, or at least that's what you thought.

You didn't know that Wanda had been experimenting with the extent of her magic. She'd been mastering reality distortion and spontaneous creation as of recent, and after long sessions of experimenting while you were out grocery shopping or whatnot, she had managed to master something she had always dreamed of.

But she wanted to prep you up before she showed you her new trick.

While you were clueless about Wanda's discovery and subsequent plan, it wasn't hard to notice her change in behavior. A few weeks after the conversation about kids, she started being unusually sweet. Wanda was always a very nice and caring partner, but she started to go out of her way with gestures. It started when she came home from work one evening with a bouquet of pink and white orchids.

"What's all this?" you asked as Wanda carried the vase of flowers into the kitchen where you were making dinner. She smiled down at the bouquet and then at you as she brought them to you.

"Just some pretty flowers I saw when I passed the florist today," she casually remarked as you brought your nose to the flowers and sniffed.

"Mmm," you hummed, taking one of the petals and examining it. "Orchids," you recognized the flower. "How did you get these? They're not even in season."

"It’s a really good florist," Wanda said with an edge of humor in her voice, and you looked up at her for a moment, swearing that you saw something dancing across her eyes.

You gave it up to Wanda's relief, looking away as that fog of trusting innocence came over you again. "Well, thank you, babe. They're beautiful." You took the vase from her and leaned up to give her a kiss on the lips that she savored, before you went and placed the orchids on the center of the kitchen table where the sunlight would hit them every morning.

Wanda watched as you went back to cooking, but her eyes remained on the flowers. It was just another witchy thing she had learned—not only did she create the flowers with the bare crimson thread of her fingers, but they were purposed and fashioned to bring an air of fertility into the home.

What really put you off about Wanda's weird behavior was when she stopped having sex with you. She always gave an excuse, like she was tired or she was super busy with something. Wanda was never one to turn down sex, even a quickie in the middle of the night or before work in the morning. It was odd and offputting, and while you couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't attracted to you anymore, Wanda was only saving you so that her plan would be even more pleasurable when it came to fruition.

Wanda also started drawing you candlelit baths every night, giving you gentle massages to your feet and shoulders as you dozed off in the soapy water. She would even sing to you, eventually breaking out into a goofy voice that made you giggle. It was extremely relaxing, but whenever you'd ask her to go get you a glass of wine so you could relax even more, she would refuse and say that it would only give you a headache or make you feel hungover in the morning. You knew one glass of wine was not harmful in any of those ways, but whenever you insisted on getting up and getting a glass for yourself, she would press you back down in the water a little too firmly. You would simply drop the subject and let her continue pampering you, opting to trust that Wanda was always right.

She also found a new brand of multivitamins for the both of you to take, but when she'd bring you yours every night with a glass of water, you'd notice that the ones she took were a slightly different shape and color. You didn't really press it, though, and Wanda was thankful for your rather dumbly dismissive attitude because it even allowed her to swap your birth control pills for placebos without you ever batting one of your pretty little eyelashes.

The only time your curiosity was ever piqued was when you got your period. Wanda was even more helpful than usual, sitting beside you on the couch while you kept a heating pad over your abdomen. You were strangely hormonal, which was probably why you had taken a peek over to Wanda's phone screen that she was typing on while you two were watching a movie.

While your insecurities, given louder voices due to your emotional state, had expected to see her secretively texting someone, she was actually looking at some sort of calendar. She was selecting days of the month that happened to be the current week, and went her thumb went to press a button, you noticed it said "log period."

"What are you doing?" you questioned, and you nearly made Wanda jump out of her skin. Her phone fell to her lap as she looked over at you.

"What?" she asked as calmly as possible, but she was doing a very bad job at that.

"Were you logging your period?" you questioned, finally realizing that it was a period-tracking app.

"Oh," Wanda muttered, picking her phone back up. "Yes, I was." She cleared her throat and closed the app, and you noticed the screen slightly shielded away from you.

"You logged the wrong week," you chuckled, to which Wanda's eyes only widened. "Your period was last week. It's always the week before mine, remember?"

"Oh, right," Wanda breathed before giving a nervous, airy laugh and tucking her hair behind her ear, a telltale Wanda lie detector. You squinted your eyes at her and waited for her to correct her mistake in the app, but she didn't. She only placed her phone on the coffee table and smiled at you, taking your feet and placing them in her lap so she could massage them.

"Why are you acting so weird?" you questioned, feeling more nitpicky than you usually were.

"What? How am I acting weird?"

"Well, you kept asking me a few days ago if I started my period yet," you pointed out, something Wanda didn't think you had noticed. "And you just logged my period in your app, as if you're..."

You trailed off because with a discreet scarlet glow in Wanda's eyes, you suddenly felt super sleepy.

"As if you..." you mumbled, but your head was lulling to the side as you broke out into a yawn. You muttered incoherently as your eyes closed, and then you were asleep. Wanda rubbed your ankles gently and watched you peacefully sleep, feeling excitement well up inside her at what was to come.

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Wanda was sure to act as normal as possible for the next week or so. You'd been super busy at work, but Wanda as supportive as all get out, doing everything she could to keep you stress-free. When the end of the week came around, you were so relieved to walk through your front door so that the weekend could commence, and you could truly relax.

As you set you bag down, you noticed a red rose petal at your feet. Your eyes lifted and followed a trail of delicate, dark red rose petals leading through the living room and towards the stairs. A small smile curled at your lips as you slowly followed the trail of flowers through the room and up the stairs as they led you down the hallway, scarlet-edged petals slightly curled like a beckoning hand. Of course, they stopped right in front of the closed bedroom door.

Pressing the door open, you were met with the bedroom dimly lit by rows and rows of candles. They were lined along the dresser, reflected by the mirror above it, sat atop the nightstands, and resting along the shelved headboard. You didn’t see Wanda at first, but when she emerged from the dark corner in the room wearing only a maroon robe, your eyes found her.

She was wordless, so you took a step forward. “What’s this?” you asked with a restrained smile and a tremulous voice. Wanda was known for her flashy exhibitions of love, but something this intimate was new to you.

A small smile rested on her lips and assured you as she approached you, hips swaying below her slim waist accentuated by the belt of her robe. From what you could tell, she was naked underneath.

“It’s for you,” she answered calmly as she rounded you, settling herself behind you and slinking her arms around your waist.

“Well, I’d hope so,” you chuckled, feeling a strange sense of nervousness as your eyes fell to the bed where the trail of roses landed and circled around at the floor.

Wanda pulled you against her, letting her chin rest on your shoulder. “Just something special,” she whispered. There was an unfamiliar tone in her voice, a steadiness of something yet revealed. It made your heart beat faster.

Her fingertips tickled your neck as she pushed your hair behind your shoulder. She pressed her lips against the side of your neck softly, her palms pressing flat into your lower belly. You glanced down and watched her stroke her thumb against your stomach gently.

You didn’t feel her hands at your back, but the zipper of your dress was being undone by what you could assume was magic. Then her hands moved to pull the dress down your shoulders herself, and she paused to leave a trail of kisses over your shoulder. You shivered at the feeling, and Wanda let her magic do the rest of the job in letting your dress pool at your ankles.

“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked, running her hands up your bare arms and moving them to the clip of your bra.

You had felt lost in the tranquility of her touch, brought back by the vibration of her quiet voice. “No,” you said simply, “But I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re home, too, baby,” she said comfortingly, but you could hear a grin in her voice. When you turned your head to look at her, there was only that same small smile on her lips.

“Is there a special occasion today that I forgot?” you asked as the clip of your bra snapped open, the garment falling down your arms.

“No, there’s no special occasion,” Wanda lied in a whisper as she kissed the corner of your mouth softly. On the contrary, the special occasion was the marked day in her tracker app.

Her hands cupped your bare breasts followed by an intake of breath through your teeth. She massaged your tender flesh carefully, letting her fingertips graze over your hardened nipples and rub them in circles. You sighed and leaned your head back against her shoulder, humming in satisfaction.

Wanda’s mouth attached itself to your neck again, and soon enough her lips were beside your ear. “Get on the bed,” she whispered, and your knees bolted as you found yourself stepping towards the bed, turning to sit down on the edge.

Wanda’s eyes glimmered in content as she knelt, taking one heel off your foot after another. When the second heel was discarded, she brought your foot closer to her mouth and gently kissed the top of it to start a trail to your ankle. Her lips moved up to your knee, and the mere delicacy of them made you shiver. A sense of sleepiness brought about by the low lighting and her gentle touch lidded your eyes as Wanda made her way to your thigh, her hand finding your other one and squeezing it.

Wanda straightened to raise her eyes to yours, head slightly tilted as she examined you. “You look beautiful, baby,” she spoke in a velvety tone so soothing you barely noticed her pulling your panties down your knees. The compliment made you blush, but there was something gnawing at you about how sweet she was being.

“Thank y—“ you began, but with the twirl and the reddening of her fingers, a cloud of magic swooped you off the bed and laid you vertically on it, gently placing you down until your head rested on the pillow. You tilted your chin upwards to see the orange glow of the candles sitting on the headboard. What you didn’t notice before was that some of the orchids Wanda had got you were resting intermittently between the candles. Wouldn’t they have wilted by then?

Wanda stood and crawled onto the bed over you, her eyes shamelessly drinking in every inch of your bare body like it was her meal. Taking your inner thighs, she spread them so that she could place herself between them.

When the door of the bedroom that you had left open was closed shut by her magic, you jumped at first, but Wanda’s voice brought your eyes back to her. “I’m so grateful that you’re mine,” she spoke as she lowered, resting her arms under your thighs to bend your knees. “You’re perfect. You’re kind.” She kissed your inner thigh. “Sweet.” Another kiss, higher up. “Soft.” She gently bit your sensitive flesh, and you jumped at the feeling. Wanda’s jade eyes, darkened suddenly, looked to you with a smirk. “Accepting.”

The uneasiness growing in you was kept quiet by Wanda pressing her lips to your clit. She kissed it softly for a moment before opening her mouth to roll her tongue over it. You shuddered, your exposed nipples hardening further as she lapped at the pulsing nub.

An unknown question formed on your lips but was unable to materialize due to Wanda lowering her tongue to stroke it over your entire heat. Her gentle touches had brought a moisture in you that made her hum, and the vibration pleasured you.

“You always taste so good,” she remarked seemingly to herself as she collected the juices between your folds and savored it. Her hands wrapped around your thighs tightened as she pressed her tongue inside you.

Your eyes closed as Wanda curled her long tongue into you. You felt more sensitive than usual, feeling every inch of her expert muscle that tasted and pleasured you. Your hand came down to find her soft red locks of hair, embedding into them as she continued to eat you sensually.

When Wanda had her fill, she leaned up and licked the remnants of you from her lips, gazing upon your flushed face with a smile. She sat on her knees and bent yours up so that your feet were flat on the mattress, then moved her hand to you. She didn’t give you any warning before sinking two of her fingers inside you.

“Wanda,” you breathed as her long digits slid inside you with ease. You were fully wet by now, and Wanda watched your glistening cunt gratefully take her fingers.

As aroused as you were, there was resistance when she added a third finger almost immediately. When you whined a little, Wanda scolded herself for going too fast—she was just so excited for the main event.

“So tight,” she whispered as she changed her pace, going from slow pumps to hard thrusts. You were squirming now, the twinges of pain leaving you to bloom into pleasure. Wanda was focused on your pussy, biting her lip and adoring it as she fingered you.

As her fingers began to coax you nearer a climax, she stopped to fan them outwards inside of you, pushing against your walls. Pain resided in you, and you winced. “Wanda,” you pleaded.

“I’m stretching you out, darling,” she said, eyes entirely focused between your legs and her voice distant. “You need to be prepared,” she said quieter, and her slip up made your eyebrows sew together.

“Prepared?” you breathlessly echoed, and she stopped moving inside you. “For what?” Her eyes finally flicked to yours, her pupils swarming. Her face was darkened mostly but illuminated by what little orange hue the candles provided.

Wanda removed her fingers from you and brought them to the belt of her robe to slowly undo it, her eyes never leaving yours. When the silky robe dropped to the mattress around her, you took in her beautiful nude figure. It was nearly enough to wipe the question from your mind, but it was still pressing. Before you could repeat it, scarlet threads of magic flashed through her motioning fingers, and your eyes fell to her hips.

Through her magic, a strap formed on Wanda, larger and longer than anything you’d ever taken. It was crimson in color and seemingly attached to her body. A ravenous look shadowed Wanda’s face, but as she crawled over you and came closer to the candlelight above, it was again illuminated.

The strap touched your thigh as Wanda made her way up, and you noticed a twitch in her expression. “When did you buy that?” you asked, trying to calculate when Wanda was able to go out and buy it and hide it from you until now.

“I made it,” she answered, but before you could ask how, magic latched around your wrists and tied them above your head. You glanced up at your bound wrists and then to Wanda questioningly. “It’s just a precaution,” she whispered, running her fingers down your cheek.

“For?”

“In case you try to deny me,” she said with an edge of threat, moving her fingers to drag them down your lips. You could smell your arousal on them.

“You know I never deny you,” you whispered when her fingers were on your chin. They moved down the column of your throat, pressing firmly there until they arrived to your chest. “How did you make the strap?” you bluntly repeated, determined to know what the meaning behind all of this was, because you were surer than ever that there certainly was one.

“With my magic, of course,” she answered you as she took one of your breasts in her hand. “It’s my finest creation,” she said with a crawling smirk. “It has many abilities, one of which being that when I slide it inside that wet pussy of yours, I will be able to feel every—single—inch—of you.” She moved it against your thigh again, and she shuddered.

The fact surprised you and aroused you all at once. You could feel hot desire seeping into you as Wanda stared down at you breathlessly, obviously trying to tide herself off from taking you wildly right then. What you didn’t know was that just as you were going to be a vessel for Wanda, the strap was a vessel in its own.

Unable to keep herself away from you any longer, Wanda tilted her hips upward and let the tip of her strap rub against your folds. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hand tightly squeezing your breast.

As the tip moved to your entrance, she pushed it in just a little, and merely the bulge of its head stretched the rim of your hole. You squirmed a little, knowing that it was going to hurt but anticipating it with steaming lust.

A softness returned to Wanda’s eyes as she steadied herself between your legs, holding your knees. “Are you ready?” she husked, her own voice quivering with excitement.

“Yes,” you breathed, about to reach out and touch her, but remembering that your wrists were tied. It made you remember how she was expecting you to deny her, and how she spoke of you needing to be prepared, but before any swirling suspicions could arise, she was entering you.

Wanda slid her cock slowly inside you, and you watched the way her eyes squeezed shut and her lips fell open. Your pussy stretched and throbbed painfully as she burrowed herself inside you, and you winced at the stinging pain. Wanda moaned as she continued entering you to the very hilt, until the tip of her cock pushed into your cervix and threatened to squeeze past it.

“Ah,” you whined, hissing at the pain that echoed even after Wanda stilled herself. She held your hips with a bruising grip, leaning forward and planting her forehead into your chest to draw slow breaths. She tried her best to stay still, knowing that you needed to adjust, but the sensation was unlike any pleasure she had ever felt before. It was overwhelming her, and it took every ounce of restraint to keep still to the point that she was in as much pain as you were.

Right when you were calming down, she started to drag her strap out of you, and the pain returned. Wanda moaned as she slid against your tight, warm walls that were wetting her cock. You were so soft and throbbing, and she felt a primal urge to ruin your pussy and tear you apart. She breathed in an air of self control and opened her lust-drunk eyes to look at you. “I can feel every inch of your soft, sloppy pussy,” she whispered, hips stuttering when she was nearly all the way out just to slide herself back in a bit harder.

You were biting your tongue so hard it threatened to bleed, and Wanda could tell that you were in pain, drawing her out of her haze. “You can take it, baby,” she cooed you with a strained voice, bringing her hand to your cheek to caress it. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re so good—fuck, you’re so…” She lost her wording, hanging her head and grunting as she filled you up with her cock, snapping her hips once she was all the way inside you just to drive herself past your cervix.

You cried out at the feeling, turning your head to the side as tears pricked at your eyes. ���Fuck, I’m sorry,” Wanda breathed, taking your face and turning it to her. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, fluttering kisses onto your lips and face, kissing away the tears that fled from your eyes. Her tongue licked the salty tears from her lips as she caressed your face and gazed down at you. The candlelight was flickering in her pupils, illuminating the faint line of sweat on her forehead.

“You’re too big,” you whined when she dragged out and pushed it back in again, even though you could feel the twirls of pleasure coming through.

“Take it,” Wanda said, and it came out as a borderline growl. She realized this and added in a much softer tone, “You can do it.”

Wanda couldn’t help herself. She picked up the pace just a bit, and after a few painful thrusts that made you feel like you were going to pass out, you could feel the flourish of pleasure inside you. Your walls stretched and pulsed around her cock, your lower stomach heating up as a soft moan drew itself from your lips.

Wanda was beside herself in pleasure. The blood was rushing to her face and spreading all throughout her neck with the tint of the rose petals on the floor. Resolute fingers found the soft flesh of your throat and pressed firmly. Pausing, she bent your knees upwards and pressed them against your chest, allowing her to fuck you deeply and reach into your pried open cervix. She was trembling from all the pleasure and anticipation of what she was going to do to you.

Inebriated by lust, Wanda spoke, “I can’t wait to plant my seed in you.”

It was a phrase you’d heard tumble out of Wanda’s lips before, but something about it being said in that moment made your eyes widen.

Wanda grinned down at you as she pounded you harder. “You’re going to be such a great mother to my children.”

Panic set in. “Wanda,” you said lowly, and while she slowed her thrusts, she did not stop. “Wanda… what did you do?”

“What I am going to do is breed you like my little cumslut,” she grunted, her fingers tightening around your throat. You struggled to breathe, and she eased her hand.

“What do you mean?” you choked. Was she being serious? Was this just another one of her kinky talks during sex? You were certain it was not just that.

“There’s a reason I’ve been waiting until you’re ovulating to fuck you—and swapping out your birth control pills,” she breathed, feeling like she was about to cum. She slowed down, taking slow breaths and closing her eyes so she could stave herself off.

Your eyes widened as cold panic filled you. It sounded outrageous at first, like nothing Wanda would ever do, but the dots were finally connecting in your mind. She had been logging your period to track when you were ovulating. She was swapping out your pills, giving you fertility supplements, giving you baths to make you stress-free, not letting you drink so you’d be prime and fertile.

As these realizations rolled over your brain like boulders, Wanda was picking up the pace again, cursing and grabbing at your hips with force. She leaned harder onto you, folding your body up beneath her. Your knees were pressed between your shoulders and hers, heels resting on the expanse of her back. Her bare skin was hot and humid against yours, and she looked so beautiful with her face contorted in pleasure, savoring the feeling of your wet, sloshing cunt taking every thick inch she was giving you.

As the panic rang like a bell inside you, you couldn’t help but love it. You couldn’t help but tuck her further against you with your feet, to arch your back off the bed and moan, to imagine what you would feel when the impending moment came.

It was coming, for sure. Wanda was getting unbearably close now and so were you, but a defining moment of clarity came. As much as you wanted it, Wanda had been deceiving you. You still weren’t entirely sold on the idea of being pregnant right now, and although there were measures to take afterwards, you listened to the panic over your pleasure.

“Wanda, don’t,” you whispered, but she barely heard you through her grunts and forceful thrusts. She was deeper inside you than she had ever been before, bulging through your lower stomach. “Don’t cum inside me.”

Wanda’s eyes popped open. All this planning and expecting, and she still was not able to do something against your wishes. Disappointment filled her quickly, and she begged desperately.

“Please,” she whispered, pressing her lips against yours in a fiery kiss. “Please let me.” She could do it anyways if she wanted to, given your rather compromising position, but she wanted you to want it, too.

You wanted it. You wanted it so bad with every primal urge in your body, with every throb of your core. You hesitated, letting the last pleads of logic fade from your mind.

“Please, baby—fuck!” She nearly came, having to slow down to stop herself. “Please let me cum inside you. Let me breed you. I want to make you mine for good. I want you to be pregnant, to have my baby.” She kissed you sloppily again, pressing her forehead against yours and panting. “Please.”

You hesitated for only a moment longer before you gave in, desire overwhelming you. “Yes,” you whispered, catching her lips with yours. “Yes, Wanda, breed me. Please fucking breed me.”

Wanda breathed out and grabbed your hips, pushing her face into your neck and hammering into you, snapping her hips so hard that her skin slapped against yours. She fucked herself into your uterus, and your moans were simultaneous as you both came harder than ever before.

Wanda poured herself into your open womb, her hot seed filling your insides up to the brim. It seemed to be endless, gushing into you until your lower belly swelled. Wanda made noises you’d never heard her make before, her teeth clamping down onto your neck as her hips trembled between yours. She was still pushing herself desperately into you, so deep that your eyes crossed and your legs shook.

“Fuck,” she breathed, rubbing her face against your chest before raising her head to look down at you. You were both panting and trembling as you came down from your highs, and she kept herself buried deep inside you so as to keep her cum in you.

As she gazed down at you with a glimmering smile, you couldn’t help but whisper, “Now go get me a plan B.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and her smile faded. “Hell no.” You broke out into laughter, and soon Wanda cracked a smile as she realized you were joking. “Maybe our kid will get your sense of humor, but I sure as hell don’t.”

[leosmaxromanoff]

Prologue

*Not my GIF*

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Implied grief, mention of attention E.R. 

Word Count: 905

A/N: So this is the prologue of the story War of Hearts. Enjoy :)

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“I’ve been doing everything you’ve told me, it’s not my fault that the stupid sparkles don’t appear.”

And let’s just say that keeping moving your hand like a mime for what feels like hours and watching other wizards looking at you mockingly wasn’t helping a lot.

“You are very impatient and that won’t lead you anywhere.” Wong was sitting behind you sipping his tea of who knows which mystical or magical specie; he would be walking on the training camp helping other students or warriors and stop to talk and giving them some advice, other he would only sight and nod in disagreement, but now that it was your turn of being watch, well… Sometimes he would cover his laughter with a fake cough, you didn’t know what you were doing wrong, if a kid that didn’t have any idea of the mystical arts could open some portals, why couldn’t you?

Maybe if you didn’t drink and started to teach me something useful.

“Maybe if you paid attention and took a moment to breathe, we would be having a whole different conversation” With one movement you were your ass was in the ground and Wong was holding one of your hands. “And you need to learn how to fortify your mind”

Your cheeks turn red, I mean, this wasn’t the worst embarrassing moment of your life, at least of what you remembered, but definitely wasn’t good when the person that took you in and decided to take care of you knew you were mocking him. While he was still holding you, you gained momentum and got back on your feet. You shook the dust off your ass and returned doing the same exercise.

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Where am I?

“Wh-… you?”

I don’t feel my legs...

“Kid, I nee-… Can you-”

Light and shadows were before you but none of them made any sense.

While your brain couldn’t process the images your eyes were sending to it, you decided to focus on taking a deep breath.

How wrong of you.

The moment you started to breathe in, you felt how the air started to burn the trail from your nose to your lungs, like fire or little knives were cutting through you, you tried to move but only resulting in making you panic even more, your arms and legs weren’t responding. You once again try to gain some focus on the images and the shadows that now were appearing in front of you but when trying to open your mouth, instantly the touch of another person on your chin stops you.

“Don’t!”

“Christine, I need her to speak!

“She can’t speak if she’s dead! So kindly, stop ordering my in my E.R and fucking wait outside Stephen”

With a lot of effort and pain you finally move you left hand a little, you didn’t know if it was the action or if you actually get to touch her, but the woman attention return to you, she smiled at you with petty in her eyes but still with the sweetest smile you’ve ever had.

“Please don’t worry, we’ll take care of you”

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and when you pay attention to you hands you see how the sparks were now actually doing the form of a circle. When you tried to do it bigger or at least try to make a little one with functionality the sparks disappeared and angrily you took the ring from your hand.

“Visualize”

As if you never heard those words before, you only rolled your eyes in response.

“Look beyond the world in front of you” The words slipping sassily out of your mouth. “I know!”

“You may know them, but you don’t understand them” , making a pause as the man walks in front of you. “And there’s a great difference in between”

Making it look effortless the man started to move his hand in a circle and opening a portal you could see Christine on the other side. You look at the man in front of you and see the half smile when he looks at the woman.

“I think you should really start talking instead of showing off… Stephen.” You give him a little palm before running towards the woman that was already expecting you with her arms wide open.

You were saved eight months ago by these people and even though you were frustrated because of your late recovery and lack of advances in your technique, you were really grateful to them.

After recovering, “happiness” was not important to you, having had third-degree burns, broken ribs and even part of your vocal cords burned, you were able to recover, and yet, while your revering these people decide to stand by your side, a woman that everyday read to you and started to teach you the basic stuff of this world, a man that took you in and give you a chance to start over a new life and a smart ass that would help heal your wounds while mocking and teasing you wasn’t something that bad.

Happiness is something you decided to never take for granted.

You thought happiness was something only a few had the luxury to know, and you were not that far from the truth…

“I only feel you”

Why the words that once brought me joy,

“Mom, can you cover me?”

were now the reason for my despair…