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lizziemaxim0ff · 1 year ago

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G!p mommy wanda. Either milf or mob boss step mom. Trying to act all proper and motherly but it’s getting harder and harder to keep her urges at bay. Especially if the reader is a bit of a dumb bimbo who always does stuff like getting stuck in compromising positions or wears really revealing clothes. It all ends in consensual (but forced) breeding 😳

Gravitas - Wanda x Reader

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2,715

Warnings: G!P Pervy!Stepmom!Wanda, Unspecified Age Gap, Innocence Kink, Blow Jobs, Mommy Kink, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Somnophilia, Breeding, Dub-Con, Degradation, Praise | Minors DNI

Summary: While your mother is away for the weekend, your stepmom wants to play your secret little game once again.

Ever since your mother had remarried, you began to look forward to the weekend. It had been merely three years ago, just as you began your commute to college. Your mom had said that nothing would change; that you’d have your space as her new wife had hers, but it never happened. Instead, her new wife had you.

Each time your mother went away, you stayed behind. Rarely did you ever see her around the house. It was for the best, you mused while grabbing the bowl of popcorn. If she were to take notice of the rather intimate relationship you had with her wife, she wouldn’t leave you alone any longer.

“Does it have enough butter?” your stepmom asked as you waltzed back into the living room. There was a movie playing, another rom-com she so loved and you merely enjoyed watching for her sake. Still, you only focused on her while the woman reached out and grabbed a few pieces of popcorn before shoving them into her mouth. “Hmm, that tastes amazing, baby. Not better than you though.”

You flushed at the innuendo but remained quiet. After having set the bowl on the coffee table, you sat back and enjoyed the warmth that radiated from Wanda’s body. Images of precious moments, nights where you lay in her arms as she held you close, flashed through your mind. There would never come a time where you got enough of her.

Although Wanda remained silent and in place, you found the blanket over her lap odd. It was the midst of the summer and while the air conditioner was blasting through the house, the cold did not reach the living room. What appeared more curious was the slight tent over the fabric that moved from time to time as though a hand rubbed against it. When you realized what it was, your eyes went wide.

“Wanda?” you spoke with a soft voice that was barely loud enough to compete with the noises from the television. Rather than a vocalized response, Wanda raised her eyebrows your way, an arm laying over your shoulders along the head of the couch. “Oh I, um, I’m sorry. But, mommy? What’s happening?”

The movements from underneath the blanket ceased as Wanda’s free hand moved away. She leaned in, her breaths heavy, and placed a kiss against the side of your head. Your purity was what first attracted her to you. All you acted like was a dumb, little toy who secretly craved to be used by someone who held up dominance. Your stepmom was more than happy to take such a position.

“What’s wrong, buttercup? Is something the matter?” Wanda’s voice feigned innocence although deep down it reeked with mighty sins. She spread her legs apart before pulling down the blanket to reveal her lap. With a silk robe that remained opened, you got a clear sight of what lay beneath as her cock sprung to life. “Does my toy want to help mommy feel better? It’s all icky down there for me. I think I need someone to be my good little slut.”

It always started like that. You were far too much of a brainless whore – Wanda’s words not yours – to think of anything other than your mommy. There was no fight you put up, instead allowing your head to be motioned down over her lap. You shifted so that your back wouldn’t ache later on. As you did, there came a hum of approval from above.

“Will mommy be proud of me if I do this?” you questioned with a hopeful tone. There was not a thought behind your eyes, only images of Wanda as she nodded. It was all you needed to carry on. “Thank you mommy! I just wanna make you proud of me.”

“And you never fail to do that. Now quiet down and put that mouth to better use,” Wanda commanded when grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Open up for me.”

You obediently did as you were told. The last thing you wanted was to be punished as you had been during the past weekend – when Wanda had asked you to wash the dishes, you forgot and instead went out, only to come back home and be bent over the nearest surface as a spanking met you soon after. While she was no-nonsense and strict, you knew the redhead had a soft spot for you. Each time after having left your body filled with bruises, she tended to them and fed you, holding you close right before you went to sleep.

Your tongue pressed against Wanda’s cock which throbbed fully erect. At the taste of her pre-cum, you groaned. It was as yummy as ever. You allowed yourself to lap at her tip various times while holding onto the base for support. Even if it wasn’t your first time using your mouth to please her, it always filled you with the same giddiness as it had long before.

“You looked so fuckable today, Y/N. I saw you sunbathing by the pool today and I couldn’t help myself. Do you know mommy thinks of you when she gets off? I just kept watching your stupid little self laying around without a care in the world and I came almost instantly,” Wanda chuckled as she guided your head, forcing you to wrap your lips against the head of her cock and suck tenderly. “You should’ve been there to taste it. I know how much you love swallowing my load. That’s what makes you mommy’s cum whore. Don’t worry though. I promise to give you enough so you can savor it all.”

Her insistence was what motivated you to keep going. You relaxed your throat and allowed her to push you further down, taking inch by inch of her thick cock. When you were halfway through, Wanda pulled you back, not daring to let you have a second to breathe before she moved you down once again.

For a few minutes you carried on the same rhythm. Wanda had you take half of her length, thrusting her hips up from time to time as a means to make you gag. Each little noise you made was music to her ears. You were thankful the house was desolate as you could gargle as much as you wished without fear of being caught.

“Look at how good you take it, you fucking slut. Use your tongue again- fuck!” Wanda yelped loudly, her head thrown back against the couch as she held you tightly in place. “That’s it, darling. Keep going just like that.”

You relaxed your throat as Wanda began pumping her cock in your mouth. Her movements were sloppy as her mind was merely filled with the dream of getting off. You could tell she was close by the slight twitches against the back of your throat. The living room reeked of sex and arousal, a stench you had become used to ever since she first laid a hand on you.

Wanda’s enthusiasm was clear as she fucked your throat. The movie was long forgotten, sounds drowned by her needy moans. She only pulled back a handful of times to let your lips remain wrapped around her cock, garnering air with teary eyes and a flushed face, before she entered you once again in a swift movement.

When she finally came, you prepared yourself to gather a breath of air through your nose before being forced to stay put. Wanda cried out with pleasure and released her entire load in your mouth. She did not care about the choking noises you let out, instead holding you closer on the couch as she fell apart. Her chest heaved wildly, heart racing a million times per second while she pumped the cum further into your mouth. Watching in awe, her eyes twinkled in the darkness of the living room.

“Swallow it, baby. Come on, I know you love how good mommy’s special treat tastes,” Wanda ordered as she kept your head held in place with a strong hand, watching in awe as you gagged over her cock. Once you swallowed her load, every last bit of it not wishing to waste any, she smiled. “There’s my good little slut. Hmm just how mommy likes it.”

“Did I do well, mommy?” Came your question as you pulled back, your chin still pressed against the flushed head of her cock while you attempted to finally breathe properly. “Did it feel good?”

“You did amazing, sweetie. Now why don’t you sit on my lap for the rest of the movie? If you stay nice and still, you’ll get a reward.”

Wanda didn’t have to tell you twice. Instantly, you tugged at your pajama pants and crawled onto her lap, but facing away from her which filled you with dismay. She swiftly entered you, allowing herself to hum with happiness at the immediate warmth that surrounded her shaft.

“There you go, honey,” Wanda muttered. “Now be a good pup and sit still.”

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“Hmm I’m going to make you my cum rag tonight, Y/N. I want you to be good for mommy and keep your eyes closed.”

The sound of Wanda’s voice made you stir in your sleep. It was so close, you swore you could touch her. Your subconscious loved playing games on you. Each night you had a different dream about the woman. She had perpetually plagued your thoughts. Not a day went by that you, her dumb little doll, didn’t failed to think of her.

What confused you was the feeling of your legs being spread apart. It was only just a dream, you told yourself while laying on your bed. Still, it was oddly realistic when something, or rather someone, pressed against your cunt which glistened with juices in your dusky bedroom.

“You’re already so wet, angel. Is this all for me?” she said again, her voice low with a mouth gliding across your neck. Wanda grabbed her cock, sliding its tip up and down your slit that sat there drenched as ever. “I couldn’t help it, honey. It’s impossible to go to sleep knowing you’re right here ready for mommy to fuck and breed you.”

It was that which made you open your eyes. There was nothing you could see other than a dark silhouette which lay above you. When you realized it was not a dream, that reality had hit you across the face without missing a beat, you began to panic – although with Wanda’s body above you, you were trapped in place.

“Shhh, baby, go back to sleep. Mommy is so sorry she has to do this, but I just have to make you feel good. You understand that, right?” Wanda was soft-spoken as she eased her cock inside of you. While you let out a sob reeking with a mix of arousal and pain, she simply shushed you once again. “Come on now, I know my cum dump just wants mommy’s cock inside. That’s what your pussy is for. All you are is a fleshlight for me to play with. Let me fill this pretty pussy with my cum. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

“Mommy it’s so big,” you slurred, still half-asleep as the woman stretched your cunt out. You were wet enough to allow her in without much fight. Every single inch that filled you made you moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “Jus’ wanna sleep. M’ tired.”

“I know, honey, you can close your eyes if you want. I pinky promise all will feel good in no time. Just be a good, brainless whore and let mommy fuck you. That will take all the icky feelings away,” Wanda whispered, her lips finding themselves over your skin once again. Erect nipples pressed against your body, sliding themselves up and down while your stepmom thrust her hips. “It was an accident, I swear, but mommy’s almost done. You know how sorry I am to have to do this, but I love you so much, darling. That makes it all better, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, mommy. Sorry,” you mumbled while lazily blinking up at her. Letting out needy little moans, you watched how Wanda pumped her entire cock inside of you, filling your cunt to the brim just as she promised. “Feels good.”

“I told you, honey bun. And look at how well you’re taking it all! Mommy is so, so proud of her little cock slut,” Wanda said before she leaned over your face. The woman took your lips for a searing kiss. She grunted, mouth battling your sleepy right as her tongue silently asked for permission inside. Arms held you close and in place, hugging you as she merely took what was hers. “That’s it, baby. Take mommy’s cock just like that. Your pussy is so warm for me too. I bet no one else can make you feel this good.”

The glint of possessiveness made you smile goofily. There had been various occasions when Wanda found herself in a position to show off who truly owned you. She hated seeing you with your friends roaming around time as though you were theirs. When returning home, your stepmom had to make you hers over and over again. All she wanted was to shout from the rooftops that you were her little baby, a slut at her disposal, and hope everyone else kept their distance.

You could tell Wanda was tired, but that didn’t stop her from sliding her length in and out of you. She planted various kisses upon your face, only moving back a bit to allow a hand to roam your body freely. With legs parted as far as they could go, you felt every little movement she made, her cock reaching your depths, twitching, and pressing against your sweet spot with ease.

“I’m so close, honey. Fuck, you’re making your mommy feel so good,” Wanda grunted, her hips moving rougher and quicker as she fucked you with might. “You’re gonna be all nice and full for me. I bet you’d look so pretty carrying my pups.”

When Wanda finally came, she was in heaven. The woman held you close enough for you to wrap your legs around her frame and keep her hostage there. Warm sticky splashes of white coated your pussy, filling the entirety of it with their slick essence. It seemed never-ending as seconds passed and more kept coming.

The woman was not done, instead moving her hips once again knowing you were close to your own orgasm. She fucked the cum into your cunt, sloshing sounds booming across the walls of your room while the two of you joined to be crying messes. Her hands, lips, and body were upon your own Wanda fucked you with all her might until you finally came alongside her.

“There you go, dear. All better, huh?” Wanda mumbled before pressing a tender kiss against your cheek. Her movements turned languidly slow before entirely ceasing, her breathlessness taking over instead. “My baby is all bred now. Hmm I think you have to thank mommy for touching you, don’t you? I’m sure it felt amazing.”

“Thank you for filling me up, mommy. You’re always so nice to me,” you replied with a groggy voice. You both remained there until Wanda made a failed attempt to pull out, only for you to tighten the hold of your legs around her and keep her there. “Stay inside me, please. I wanna sleep like this. Don’t want any of it to go to waste, mommy.”

“Whatever you say, slutty baby,” Wanda chuckled and pressed a kiss over your forehead, lingering there and humming at the intimacy of it all. “Now it’s really time to go to sleep. I promise I’ll watch over you, little lamb. Mommy’s here to keep you safe.”

That was enough for you as you were shifted to lay on your side, Wanda close behind you, arms wrapped around your body, with her cock still deep in your pussy that seeped with her cum. All you did was sigh with relief and allowed yourself to relax.

“Goodnight, pretty doll. I promise we can play again tomorrow,” was all Wanda commented before everything went dark and you succumbed to sandman’s realm.

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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could i request soft mommy!wanda (or nat) overstiming bunny!reader? (gn or fem reader) its totally fine if not!

all i need

ೃ⁀➷ soft dom mommy wanda x sub bunny hybrid afab reader

ೃ⁀➷ word count: 716

ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hybrid bunny reader is everything i ever wanted i enjoyed this concept a lot nonny 🫶🏻

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: MOMMY KINK, reader had a pussy, overstimulation, strap in v sex, slight praise kink, cunnilingus, fingering, dry humping, cockwarming (maybe? idk if it counts…) - let me know if i miss anything <3

ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻

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poor little bunny, not knowing what to do with the ache when mommy is not around.

eyed glistening, full to the brim with unshed tears as you lay in mommy’s bed, thighs clenched together, fingers curled up around the huge teddy bear mommy had given you on a birthday.

your hips would spasm uncontrollably, your fluffy bunny ears would twitch, and you would feel your panties drench. you couldn’t wait for mommy to come to help you you would die if you didn’t relieve yourself, you would rid yourself of your panties and you would mount your teddy bear, the thickness of its belly under your bare cunt. you would rut against the rough synthetic fur. hands wrapped around the headboard crying out because it wasn’t enough.

wanda would come home and open the door to her room your ass a welcoming sight. your hips moving back and forth, cunt dragging against the drenched teddy.

“awww, poor little bunny could not help yourself today, huh?”

you would whine out a strangled “mommy!” at her arrival, hips moving faster, chasing a pleasure that you could not reach. you mewled softly, turning your head to her. hips rutting against the teddy with all your might. your clit swollen, puffy, and sensitive but you could not get yourself to stop.

her hands would palm your ass, tracing patterns over the soft skin. you would cry out at the restriction in your movements. wanting to chase that unreachable peak. head to hazy with lust to realize mommy would help you reach it.

she gave your ass a soft spank.

“turn around bunny, mommy’s starving.” the slight ghosting of her fingertips on your ass made your skin break into goosebumps.

pussy gushing with need, you obeyed her, rising off the teddy bear to lay on your back on the soft, plush mattress, spreading your thighs for her hungry gaze. she slid a finger through your folds, splitting you open, you whined and pushed your hips into her finger. she tutted. “let me taste you first bunny,”

she lowered herself to your cunt. her hot breath fanning over your glistening folds. you already overwhelmed clit pounded with need. she licked a stripe up your slit and you cried out at the wet warmth of her tongue.

she was mercy-less with you, swirling her tongue on your clit, your fluffy ears would tense as the rest of your body trembled as you were brought to the edge finally, she would pump two fingers inside you, pushing you to the edge, she would lap at your cum and you would babble incoherently, crying at the unrelenting tongue on your overstimulated pussy.

“how about you cum again on mommy’s cock? or are you too sensitive? poor little bunny can’t take my cock because shes a pathetic needy thing who humps her teddy silly, not having the patience to wait for me to come stuff you up. my little cockslut.”

you would not be able to think clearly, the word: cock! bouncing around in your head. you could only hope for mommy to understand. and she did. you were lost in the haze of need and deprivation you did not see mommy get the strap on. you felt the thick ridges of the lube lathered silicone dick prod your tiny entrance. you groaned loudly as she would sheath herself in you.

her first thrusts would be slow, and painful, looking into your glazed over eyes, searching for something….

“mommy! plea-please!” you would cry, tears running down your cheeks, she would lean down to lick them, pumping her hips with all her strength, hard, fast, and deep. you would be a writhing mess, so sensitive you did not need stimulation on your clit to feel the delicious build up that you could not achieve alone, only mommy could do that. you squeezed around her cock, the sensations heightening. hands scratching at her back. you would come with a scream, pussy so sensitive it would gush and make a mess of the sheets.

“good bunny…” she would mutter as your breathing evened from all the excretion, pussy still warming her silicone cock, cunt pounding softly around it. hips spasming with the aftershocks of your climax, wanda would lull you to unconsciousness with soft praises. “my pretty little bunny…”

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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—Elizabeth Olsen walks the champagne carpet at the 95th Academy Awards

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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Forgotten Stars | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (slight Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 5,152

Warnings: Darkfic, Pop Star!Reader, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Free Use, Degradation, Stockholm Syndrome, Pet Play, Age Play, Strap-Ons, Cockwarming, Lactation Kink, Punishments, Kidnapping, Mommy Kink | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Since the beginning of your career, Wanda has been there looking over you. Now that she’s brought you home, it’s up to you to entertain her friends and keep up with her heavy rules.

Glassy windows were buffeted with each passing second by a violent wave of water falling from the dark sky. Furious clouds roared as flashes of lighting were visible through their obscure demeanor. The world lay in a quiet disarray, streets lonely and abandoned by those who hid within the four walls of their homes basking in the loving cold slaps they received from the winds that blew leaves right out of trees.

Eyes flickered over the glass over again. You bored your focus on them as a means to ground yourself while kneeling before the group of women. With your bottom lip stuck between your teeth gnawing at the soft flesh, you averted your gaze towards a certain redhead, placing your chin over her lap and remaining obediently still.

“You weren’t lying when you said she was a good pet. Just look at her. She’s perfect.”

You watched as green eyes rolled with an amused smirk drifting over who you knew was your owner. “And she’s also mine. Don’t you forget that, Aggie.” A hand drifted down to cup one of your supple breasts. Your lack of clothing made it so the frigid temperatures affected you the most, your nipples hardened by a mix of numbing cold and arousal that also pooled between your legs. With her other hand tugging at a black leash, she cupped your face lovingly. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? A good puppy for mama?”

Nodding, you agreed with her words. Good pets weren’t allowed to talk, only listen out for commands that needed to be executed.

“I love you, baby,” she mumbled. “Remember only mommy knows best.”

You didn’t remember much of your life before Wanda came barreling through it before taking it as her own. Memories felt fussy, and whenever you so much as humored what had been, she ensured that you received a little treat for your trouble that never failed to bring back the hazy lack of thoughts. Mommy’s special treats were what you needed to feel better, even if woozy with confusion after taking them. But as Wanda said, only she knew best. You had no other choice but to blindly trust the woman who devoted the entirety of her time to you. For that, you needed to be grateful.

A tug followed by a slap drew you from your thoughts, the room being filled by a guttural moan from the depths of your throat. You looked back to see a particular redhead – that you knew was one of Wanda’s many friends – playing around with the tail plug mommy had helped you put in when it came to preparing for her book club meeting.

“Careful, Nat. Puppy is very sensitive. She’s still not used to wearing her pretty tails,” Wanda explained. She put her hands on your own, the leash held steadily as it came attached to a dark red collar around your neck. The words ‘Mommy’s Mutt’ hung from the golden tag in the shape of a heart. It was one of the many gifts Wanda bestowed upon you, but from the rest of your special gear, it was your favorite – the first she gave you months after she brought you home. “You have to get her to relax first. Playing around with her special puppy parts does wonders.”

To the women’s husbands, their wives simply went to a community-driven book club Wanda held Wednesday. The entire town was unaware of the secrets the group of women held, your owner being a worship pinnacle that allowed them to exert their deepest desires. Agatha, Natasha, Pepper, Maria and Kate, Agatha’s stepdaughter, all joined in feasting on you, but at the end of the day it was Wanda who took you home – unless she previously greenlit sleepovers between you and Kate, Agatha’s own puppy in training.

A rough hand made its way between your legs. Fingers lacked hesitation as Natasha brushed them against your drenched slip, parting your puffy lips before amusingly slapping your glistening cunt. She tortured your clit, much like mommy did whenever you misbehaved, as kisses were strewn over your nude back. Through it all, Wanda held your face in her hands and promised your safety would be kept.

Sensing your apprehension, Wanda flashed you a feigned pout. “Oh honey, it’s okay. Mommy’s right here for you, pretty girl.” You shook your head, still not budging as tears formed over your bloodshot eyes. “You’ll make mommy so happy if you do this for me. Just let my friends touch you for a bit, yeah? Then you and I can have special playtime so I can show them how it’s done. Don’t you want that, baby?”

At the mention of your playtime with mommy, your eyes widened. You nodded happily, your backside wiggling against Natasha who, right in front of your owner, slid two fingers in your gaping, tight hole. She didn’t have much to do in her home, being a bored housewife looking for a cheap thrill. With Wanda’s blessing, the other redhead could happily get through another week if it meant seeing you again.

The rest of the women sat around in a circle gripping their chairs with anticipation, while Kate kneeled besides Agatha, her clip-on doggy ears grazing her owner as she nuzzled her face against her lap. She was to be punished as her stepmother had caught her touching herself, something even you knew was strictly forbidden as a pet – as Wanda always told you, your special parts didn’t belong to you, but to mommy. Wearing cuffs, donning a collar, and a muzzle, Kate being one to dumbly chew on whatever she lay her eyes on, she pouted and longed to have the same treatment as you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, puppy. Hmm little whore came all nice and prepared for mommy’s friends to use her,” Natasha laughed, her hot breath forcing a mad flush over your ear as you bucked your hips to give her better access to you. With her free hand she alternated between squeezing your ass to your tits, all before slapping you all over. Although mommy had times where she elicited copious amounts of pain on you, nothing came close to what Natasha gave you each time she got the pleasure of playing around with your body. “You’re such a stupid fucking ragdoll. Just look at yourself – fucking disgusting. Stupid little bitch who only wants to be fucked all day long.”

“Mommy’s cum rag,” Wanda commented proudly. “Go on, puppy. Make your mama bear’s friends happy. Unless you want a punishment…”

The motion of shaking your head was all Natasha needed. She threw you on the floor, knowing that she needed to push you so you’d give the others a show. As you lay on your stomach, neck craned to look back at Natasha, you came to notice the rest of the group. Some of them touched themselves as the rest touched one another. Agatha drove Kate’s face between her legs with the muzzle still on, far too desperate to take it off and instead grinding her cunt against her stepdaughter to garner whatever pleasure she could.

Two fingers turned to three as your sticky juices flowed down your thighs. Everyone watched in awe, even your mommy who took the liberty to film the entire session knowing she’d re-watch it over and over as she pleased herself whenever you were away on your sleepovers. Her eyes were zeroed on your cunt, your knees nearly bucking as they slid against the hardwood floor, your ass stuffed with the tail that stretched your hole out immensely.

You let your tears fall with the more time that passed. Your sight became blurry as your body was set aflame. Mindless thoughts flew by that you were unable to prevent. Being a pet meant to be owned by only Wanda, and yet she handed off her most prized possession to those closest to her. You knew you shouldn’t like it, and yet there you were insistently moaning Natasha’s name with an attempt to grind yourself against her fingers that barreled into your abused pussy.

Seeing you in such a conflicting atmosphere prompted Wanda to kneel beside you, proudly watching you be destroyed by her friend. “Oh what’s wrong, baby girl? Go on, tell mama.” While in the depths of the arousal Natasha gave you, the words she spewed weren’t registered in your mind. “Do you want cummies?” You always did. “I know that’s what my little girl needs. You’ve been such a good girl for auntie Nat, so of course you get all the cummies you want, sweetheart.”

Natasha hesitated, instead wishing to keep any sort of gratuity away from you. She wished to edge you, to keep your orgasm away for as long as she could until you, much as she predicted, passed out from the overwhelming pressure. Huffing, she rolled her eyes and pulled her fingers out to give you a final smack on your cunt before drawing out that which you needed the most.

“There you go,” she grunted as her digits slowed their pace, instead gingerly pumping themselves within you. “Cum for me, puppy. Show mama how well you behave for auntie Nat.”

It all came down to Wanda’s hand sitting atop your lower back for you to let yourself go. Her sweet, sultry voice dripped with Sokovian verbiage she had taught you since your arrival. Do it, she urged you. After numerous months of constant conditioning, a simple command was enough to alter your mind.

As your walls clenched around Natasha’s fingers, your throat dropping a heavy moan, the rest of the women lay watching with amazement.

“Stupid bitch,” Natasha shook her head as she forcefully drove her fingers as deep inside you as she could before curling them up. Watching you scream left her hunger sated. “You’re nothing but a lowly cum dump. How disgusting.”

The degrading words were given a pass, but as soon as Natasha dared pull your hair with her free hand to spit on your face, it was Wanda who threw her a snide stare. “That’s enough. I think you’re done, Nat.”

Natasha knew better than to challenge the other woman. Rather than put up a fight, she gently removed her fingers from your cunt, leaving your hole gaping and shuddering for more. She was allowed to bring her hand to your flushed face that slid against the wooden floor, juicy tips grazing your lips as they silently pleaded for access.

“Suck your auntie Nat’s fingers, baby. Be a good girl for mama,” Wanda commanded, and of course you’d forever do as she said.

Caring hands massaged your back as you dumbly took the digits into your mouth. The sweet juices were ones you were familiar with, always so delicious when mommy fed you your own essence. Delirium set in as you ran your tongue around Natasha, all while you were oblivious to Wanda’s loving view as her eyes drifted down to your puffy, drenched pussy.

“Good puppy,” Wanda whispered. She tugged at your leash, and in a mere matter of seconds you were to be sprawled over her lap on the floor, head nuzzling against her as you blissfully melted in her protective hold. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You did such a wonderful job entertaining mommy’s friends. A pretty girl like you deserves all the treats in the world.”

It came to be Kate’s turn to be front and center. You were allowed to sit between Pepper and Maria who offered their own glistening fingers for you to clean up with your mouth – Wanda’s gaze never left you. If anything she focused even more on you while you were far from her, ensuring that you remained the well-behaved creature she molded you into.

“Let’s show mommy’s friends what you’ve learned, honey,” Agatha’s voice made you pipe up with a smile. You were proud of Kate and how far she had come. At times your mommies let you have playtime all by yourselves so you could teach her the ins and outs of being a perfect pet. Agatha would praise your teaching ways as Wanda fondly embraced you while listening to her closest friend. Nodding at Kate, you secretly hoped for the worst. Only then you’d get a thrill out of watching her be punished before you all – perhaps by proxy your mommy wouldn’t spare you.

You could only hope she did the worst with you, even if she ever went too far.

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“You were a really good girl for me today, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes, you feigned annoyance, but your tinted cheeks betrayed you. “You already told me that a million times.”

“I know,” she tenderly reached out to run a hand over your face, cupping one of your burning cheeks before allowing her thumb to roll over it. “I can’t help it. I always want to let you know how proud of you I am. Is that bad?”

You were distracted, barely registering her words as your eyes flickered over the motions in the screen that flashed before you. Propped over the bed, you were left in awe at the cartoons Wanda allowed you to watch – only for a restricted amount of time as her rules stated. She lay back with her head hitting the pillow as you were sprawled between her legs, your mouth hovering only centimeters away from her unshaven sex that called out for you.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you were unaware of the nudges Wanda gave you. Normally she’d pout at the lack of attention she gave her, but with your chin adorably ghosting over her cunt and your tempered demeanor present, she opting for sitting back and enjoying your obliviousness with amused raised eyebrows.

“Sweetheart, would you do your mommy a favor?” At that you knew to face her with eyebrows raising with confusion. “Won’t you be a dear and use your mouth like I’ve taught you? Mommy’s special parts are all wet and icky. You can keep watching your show, princess, but get to work for me as well, understood?”

With a radiant, thoughtless smile, you nodded. “Yes, mommy.”

As your eyes averted from your iPad and towards her from time to time, you tasked yourself with increasing her pleasure. Your tongue flattened itself over her dripping cunt as you were in awe of the puffiness before you. Nuzzling and rubbing yourself against her, you mewled in response at Wanda’s groans, her hands shakily attempting to grab hold of your hair as she resided at your mercy.

With your thumbs you parted her folds enough to begin teasing her velvety sex. You lightly suckled on her outer lips, giggling as Wanda threw raised amused eyebrows your way. There was a faint remembrance of her insecurities doubling down the first time she let you see her naked. She wasn’t all too comfortable with the hair between her legs, but you were mesmerized, almost drooling over it before being given permission to taste her.

Teeth grazed her clit right before your tongue began swirling itself with lazy circles upon it. You knew how much she enjoyed it when you sucked on her bundle of nerves before pressing on it until a scream was drawn from the depths of her throat. Holding her legs open, your eyes glued to the cartoons being played for you, you kissed Wanda’s pussy – worshiping her beauty was a task you proudly took and although she controlled your being, you’d always volunteer for it.

“There’s my little one. So brainless and dumb for mama,” Wanda chuckled. She began grinding her pussy down on you, giving you a better mouthful of her lustful juices. “Seeing you today made me feel so fucking good, princess. I like it when my friends get to play with you. Of course I prefer having you all to myself, but you’re just so pretty when you look at mommy with those teary eyes.” When you nodded with understanding, she brushed the back of your hand against your forehead. “I know auntie Nat can be a lot, but she means well. Her and I used to be playmates as well, but we realized neither had it in her to be a cute pet like you. You know, she was a fan of yours before I got you all to myself…”

Several times she dared drop hints out of fun. Wanda knew you wouldn’t remember, and if you did, she was ready to put you in your place even if it meant maiming you until your memory disappeared once more. She could easily mold you however she pleased, howling as you attempted to remember parts of your life that weren’t there any longer.

For what felt like hours you continued eating her mouth. Your jaw felt sore along with your cramped. Wanda urged you on, her praises allowing you to carry forth until you made her cum. Even then she used her legs, wrapping them around your upper body and forcing you in place as she rode out her orgasm. Creaming over your tongue, you happily licked all of it, moaning at the delicious flavor you craved more of.

“Good girl,” she mumbled, her eyelids heavy. Although you enjoyed your cartoons, it was her beauty that garnered your full attention. “Oh you’re mommy’s special little angel. I don’t know what you’d do without me, Y/N.” The way your name rolled off her tongue would forever make your heart skip a beat. “I love you, my little star.”

Kissing the area right above her cunt, you hummed. “I love you too, mommy.”

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While most of the time you spent around Wanda was sweet, there were moments she made you forget where her true darkness would be shown. All went under the guise of her just needing to help and tend to her baby. You were her biggest pride and joy – for someone to take you away, they’d need to go over her dead body.

Going to the outer world was out of question unless your hand held her own. Curiosity got the best of you at times, staring out the window and watching those within the community of Westview prancing around happily. You were joyous whenever you came across a dog, giddily begging Wanda for one; her response was always the same “Mommy always has one too many animals.”

She knew you longed to see what was out there, but the last thing Wanda could do was afford to have someone recognize you. Far too much effort had been put into earning you in the first place. As happy as she wished to make you, she wouldn’t dare throw it all away.

It’s why your sneakiness only grew with the more time you spent in her home. She went off to work a boring office job each day that always left her to come home huffing with fury – you knew to wait by the door naked with nothing but a collar between your teeth knowing that using you was a wondrous way to relieve stress. For hours she left you unattended, at times asking one of her friends to either watch over you or pay you visits.

On a day you’d soon regret, within a split-second decision you bolted out of the door, giddily skipping away down the pavement walkway of suburbia.

The sunny day made the ends of your mouth rise as you roamed the town, eyes widening with amazement at each new object you found. Mommy had warned you that there were bad people out there, that only she could protect you with her special powers if anything happened, but the more you explored Westview, the more you came to your senses and forgot about the dangers she told you of.

You got ice cream all by yourself from money you knew Wanda kept in case of emergency. Although nervous, you spoke up when giving your order, adding numerous toppings that normally you weren’t allowed to have as they filled you with sugar – mommy always ordered for you quoting that you were far too small to do it yourself, but a change of pace felt nice.

As much joy as you felt, it all inevitably crumbled when you walked past a store. Your eyes were full of life until they made contact with a pair of icy blue ones through a display window. As soon as Maria saw you, she didn’t hesitate to call Wanda.

Running back home, the realization of your actions came crashing down. You didn’t care when your ice cream was dropped before a small crowd of people that laughed at the sight of it, making fun of the childish overalls you wore that had been a birthday present from Wanda. Some even called out your name in question, but you were far too scared to face them as they attempted to touch you. Perhaps mommy was right. Maybe the world wasn’t suited for a lonely princess to travel through without her queen.

Your life flashed before your eyes when you came to face Wanda’s car hastily parked in the driveway when you reached the house after seemingly getting lost. The flush in your hot face grew as your heart nearly beat out of your chest. There was no way you’d ever get away with it, at least not without a hefty punishment being thrown your way. Never had you broken the rules in such a way – you were far too afraid to know what it would lead to.

Shaking, you walked past the front door that was left ajar. “Mommy?” You called out, your voice a mess.

It didn’t take long to find her ragged, hunched-over figure on the couch. Numerous pieces of decorations were thrown over the living room, the coffee table flipped over as the curtains were torn to shreds in a bout of fury. You had seen her get mad, but never in such a way.

“Mommy,” you didn’t stop your tears from falling then, not even your knees that bucked as you stepped before her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be bad, I just-”

“You were going to leave me.”

Never did you think that a string of flat words could break your heart. You were no longer forced to pretend and yet after constant conditioning alongside an adoration you built for her, you blamed yourself for any hurt you caused the only woman who ever cared for you.

“I wasn’t,” you tried. “I wanted to see what was out there. ‘M sorry. I was bad.”

“You were,” she agreed without hesitation, and although the words stung, you deserved it. “You were fucking dumb at that.”

Your forehead was pressed against her lap as you sobbed against her. “I deserve to be punished. No, I need it. I hurt my mommy so bad. You gave me simple rules to follow and I was too stupid for them.”

She was about to erupt, you could easily tell. It’s why you didn’t flinch or even feel it when she harshly slapped your face, or when your hair was pulled until she could nearly pick you up. All she rewarded you with and yet you chose to spit in her face without a care in the world. Only good pets were allowed to stick around, you knew that much.

“Don’t you ever dare leave me, do you understand?” Wanda snarled at you. She threw you on the couch face-first, prying your legs open as she hovered from above. Your outfit was torn away, her magic allowing for a dexterity you often lacked. “You have no idea what I’ve done for you, and here you are being an ungrateful brat. I can’t believe I ever wasted my time with you. You- you stupid whore!”

The name was typically reserved by Natasha, and yet whenever Wanda used such derogatory remarks instead of crying harder, you felt a jolt between your legs. The warmth and wetness that pooled there lay untouched as the other woman left you nude.

“I can’t even look at you right now. Nat was right – you are disgusting.”

“I am,” you agreed without hesitation. “I’m really disgusting.”

The last thing she would do was to reward you for things she warned you against. The pain that overtook your body with each punishment she gave you made you content. She hit you, her palms burning against your skin as they fell upon your ass. Normally you’d adore the sensation and wear your bruises with pride, but on that occasion you knew to carry shame in your wounds.

A hand was wrapped around the back of your neck holding you in place as the other kept the torturous movements up. Wanda didn’t stop howling insults at you, nor did she cease the anger that she felt. Time and time again, she made you relive the agony you caused her. It was your turn to suffer the consequences.

There was blood from her sharp nails scratching your skin that pooled at the couch you would be left to clean – all Wanda did was roll her eyes at it, unamused by the stupidity that had befallen you. “I’ll make sure you never fucking leave me again, or else I’ll make sure you’ll regret every moment of it, mutt.”

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Weeks passed until Wanda trusted you again. No longer were you allowed your playdates or sleepovers with Kate, nor did she hold another book club until she left you tied up in your playroom with a camera watching over you, all while making you watch a stream of how she gave Kate attention with Agatha’s blessing.

You were to earn her trust slowly. Each day you behaved better than she sought out for. The pet she longed to have, you became, even with a lack of her magic or special training. Without mommy, you realized you were nobody – you had nobody.

“Fans around the world are mourning for the loss of famous singer Y/N Y/L/N who is remains nowhere to be found after over a year of having gone missing. A possible sighting was announced just a few weeks ago when-”

Rolling her eyes at the television hanging from the wall of your playroom, Wanda turned the volume down, partly feeling pride when watching images of you on the screen. “Has mama ever told you about the day she found you?”

Looking up with wide, curious eyes, you shook your head. Your mouth was otherwise preoccupied with a hardened nipple buried between your lips. Never did you question the way she suddenly found herself able to produce milk, nor were you against it. It had something to do with her special book you were forbidden from seeing, let alone touching, you knew that much. Silently you sipped her milk, happily tasting the delicious treat you received each night.

Fingers fiddled with your hair as a hum was let out. Wanda bucked her hips, the toy that was snuggled inside your stretched out pussy shifting slightly and drawing a breathy moan from you. “Your auntie Nat and I liked you for a long time. I watched you live first when you were barely 22. She used to watch over you, manage you, and one night I felt…lonely. Nat pulled some strings knowing it would be love at first sight, she brought me over on that show and I’ll never forget how happy I felt when you came out on stage. Back then you didn’t know it, but mommy knew you’d be hers forever. We’re star-crossed lovers – we were meant to be.”

Mesmerized by the tale she told, you nuzzled further against her chest, Wanda’s nudity matching your own. You sat still on top, giggling whenever her cock so much as twitched in you. There weren’t many times when she allowed you to watch television or listen to the radio, but from the few where she gave you permission, you faintly remembered the loving story of your mommy claiming you as her own.

“I waited for a few months before I brought you home. You looked so cute all passed out in your new playroom after mommy gave you your first special treats. You don’t remember, but we met at a bar you frequented and you didn’t have it in you to question the funny bubbles on your drink. I knew then you wanted it as much as I did. Of all the good little girls in the world, your mama bear picked the best baby,” she planted a kiss atop your head. “My baby bear,” Wanda corrected before a lengthy sigh. “I know you’re curious as to why they’re looking for you, but you don’t have to worry your little head about that. They’re just stupid meanies that want to take you away. Is that what you want?”

You shook your head quickly out of fear. Living without her was impossible. Wanda cared for you, she looked after the frail little creature you were. No one dared love you the same way she did, and you weren’t about to risk it all for the sake of your curiosity.

“You’re too sleepy to hear about all that big girl stuff, huh? Oh you’re just a cock-dumb puppy,” she laughed as she thrust herself deep inside you until a small bulge formed on your abdomen. “Can you pinky promise mommy that you’ll be a good girl and won’t try to leave again?”

Wanda stuck out her pinky finger, and with a lack of hesitation, you wrapped your own around it, careful to not let go of the stuffed unicorn you clung to alongside her body. “‘M be a good girl.”

The dimly-lit walls of your playroom were covered by posters that you were too hazy and dumbed down to recognize your face in. They were possessions Wanda treasured in the attic, having only taken them out when she was sure of your undying loyalty to her — whether voluntary or not, she couldn’t care. She refrained from casting any long-lasting spells on you, always wishing for you to organically fall for your captor, but seeing as you failed to listen to the most basic of instructions, her last resort came from the Darkhold.

“You’re my perfect little baby,” Wanda whispered before she spat a string of incoherent mumbles. Her eyes glowed red alongside her fingers as she held you in place, her cock stretching out your depths with a tender thrust. As a burning sensation set in over your abdomen, you squirmed, but never did Wanda allow you to let go. “Always and forever, Y/N.”

From then on you carried her special glowing marking — that which mirrored the headpiece of the scarlet outfit you had once found accidentally stuffed into her closet. Its flames disallowed you from leaving her, instead forcing you to crave the woman you knew as your newfound owner. Whether you knew it or not, you were always Wanda’s property.

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary: you wake up during one of your stepmother's usual nocturnal visits to your room.

warnings (18+): smut, somnophilia, strap-on sex (r receiving), stepcest, legal age gap, manipulation, mommy kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, dub-con, praise kink, manipulation. MINORS DNI.

pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 1k

A/N: this is just a sinful essay about stepmom!wanda because i've never really worked on that topic and, like, i will. don't judge me by what you read lol.

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“Fuck, baby… fuck…” It was a lame yelp that lulled your unconscious mind when the moon shone high in the nocturnal vault of the heaven above the house.

The haze of sleep was dispelled behind your closed lids by a stoically gentle touch bestowed against the plumpness of your left breast, tucked inside the thin cotton tank top you wore across your chest late on that particularly lukewarm night, in that childhood bed of yours, of pale sheets with a translucent puddle pooling below your thighs that certainly wasn't just sweat accumulating underneath you.

That touch was pressure applied with the digits of five fingers against a deftly folded palm, your taut nipple brushing a patch of skin next to her thumb above you. There was a lustrous drop of standing drool running from the corner of your parted lips when your heavy lids lifted in an expensively curious way. She came again, as she always did when she was crawling out of her own skin and just couldn't curb the urges burgeoning from within the core of her being.

“Mmm… Mommy…?”

Your voice sounded sleep-rough in a compelled thread that had been hideously engulfed by a series of cavernous snarls that flooded the four dark walls of your bedroom during the late-night period. Even if hidden among moans that were unfamiliar to your chaste auditory canal, your cognition would never be able to forget the matrix of that voice so intimate for you, that resonated inside your bones and your muscles along with the harsh movements that made your bed's wooden frame cracks against the wall behind your headboard, pushing you up against your pillow.

The grunts stopped suddenly, as did the rough movements that pressed the muscles of your back against the surface of your mattress just below your body, sinking there in an unusual weight because there was a second body curled up just above yours – it was only then that you became aware that your knees were tucked into your chest in a stiff position, your feet dangling in the air as they dropped from their detached ankles into the darkness.

The rustle of wisps of soft auburn hair brushed a gentle phantom tickle high on your right cheekbone, so close to the waterline of your heavy eye. A panting breath like that of an animal in heat choked the oxygen around your head, which robbed the air from inside your lungs and left you with nothing that didn't belong to her, who drank from the source inside you. Wanda was the only one who could usurp everything that was yours for her own sake, to make you her possession if it was necessary for her to do so.

“Mommy...?” you tried another time more awake than the last, not bothering to heed the wetly burning sensation that stretched the hollow of your inner groin. Into your nostrils filled the sweet scent of strawberry moisturizer and dry vegetable shampoo.

The sound heard was that of an aching, throbbing gulp, a shaky voice wobbly on a tightrope to keep from swaying and breaking into a broken needy moan.

“G-go back… go back to sleep, baby. Mommy is almost done here. Just go back to sleep, will you? Go back to sleep, Y/n.”

During the night, motherly fingers crackled across the soft flesh of your calves, digging deep into your skin in a tight grip around your muscle, the touch molesting far more than just your raised legs. But she couldn't help it, that's what she said. It wasn't what she wanted to perform in front of you, it wasn't her role in your life, but she did what she had to do because she loved you, and you loved her too.

“But,” you resisted as much as your nature allowed, “But Mommy—”

“Y/n,” the voice was assertive in the veil of mist that pooled behind the heavy curtains at your window, drawn as if to create the illusion that no prying eye could see from outside the acts of iniquity that were performed within that pastel-walled bedroom.

“Y/n, please, Mommy is almost done and Mommy doesn't want you to see this, honey. You don't need to see this. Just go back to sleep at once or Mommy will have to put you back to sleep.”

There was no chance of fighting when your legs were pressed into her grip and that scarlet silicone toy was buried so deep inside you. And you held dearly close to the core of your chest the day you met Wanda Maximoff, then introduced to you as your mother's girlfriend, who never got along with your father you never knew. You were never conditioned to deny her when she called out to you.

You were young, as young as you could be, small enough that she fed you candy and sang you lullabies from her country whose name you couldn't pronounce correctly at the time, given your vague limitation of a child's cognition. Or when did they get married a few years later, or when, moreover, Billy and Tommy came into the world to offer you the eminent role of older sister at the tender apex of your puerile ten years of age, your half-brothers, the children of Wanda and your mother too.

She sneaked into your life as the person you clamored to chase away the night monsters that plagued your little girl nightmares. But your mother hadn't been around for a little over a year now, and after turning eighteen a few measly months ago, when your stepmother was the only motherly figure that you referred to, nightly encounters had become a frequent, constant reality, an intimate little adult secret between you and your Wanda.

“You've grown all over, baby,” she recited that night, sitting on the edge of your bed, her palm stroking a patch of smooth skin on your knee that she'd uncovered beneath the thin sheet.

“You're an adult now, Y/n. And... and adults have needs – adult needs. Mommy has needs, darling, and... your mother isn't around to help me with my needs anymore, and you just look so much like her... so much... I think it's time for Mommy to make you a woman, baby.”

She looked forward to the few minutes of pleasure you had with your mother inside you after that.

Even though it hurt and stung at first, even though it was a sweaty mess of grunts bordering on animalistic behind the nape of your neck (because, really, Wanda never wanted you to see her like this, her gorgeous slender fingers pressing into the sheets the sides of your head until they wrinkle, her knuckles white to subdue her urge to sink them into your skin, your bodies moving as one as she used her own weight to keep you in place every time you wanted to crawl away from that touch nothing but alien to you, the warm growls against the shell of your ear), your heavenly trust bestowed on the figure of your stepmother made you take what she had to give you, to endure the pain she made you feel.

“Mommy,” you whimpered against the softness of your pillow, your brow furrowed, your hips moving involuntarily in time with the rhythm dictated by her as your panties were pulled down and tangled around your ankles, “Mommy, it–it hurts, it hurts– Mommy, please–”

“I know, baby, I know,” the melodic voice came hoarsely from the back of your head, her nose poked through your locks of hair, the pulps of the lips that so many times have placed chaste little kisses all over your head doing so again in an entirely dissimilar connotation than before.

“Just hold on a little longer, okay, Y/n? Just a little more honey, Mommy is almost done with you, almost, ugh—” Wanda grunted shakily, “A-almost done. Just keep it low so you don't wake your brothers, baby. You're an adult now, you can handle it. Be a good big girl to Mommy, you can do it. You’re doing so good, my girl. Make Mommy proud.”

But Wanda became more careless as time went by, and the visits became more frequent. When she came during the night, and each time she took a piece of her away with her.

And for every new hole Wanda dug in your poor twisted soul, the filling was more her, more the need to have her, to feel her love as much as she could feel yours – she was loving you, you knew it, and you wanted to love her back too. The prism of your soul's feelings wanted to reflect the crimson that emanated from within your stepmother, as much as she had felt that warm satin thread run between your legs the night she extorted from you everything she was entitled to have.

“Mommy,” you called out to her then, your palms searching, groping the dark for the outline of Wanda's face, until you found before you the face of warm skin and high, firm cheekbones, “Mommy, I don't care. I don’t want to go back to sleep. I want to see you tonight. I want to feel you.”

The air was swallowed in the miserable distance between you and her. In the dark of your childhood bedroom, the green glint of irises and dilated pupils, two buds engulfing your emerald outline before the emptiness in her widowed chest, that's what you could see because Wanda allowed you to. She allowed you to see her.

“You,” Wanda gasped as if she were about to break, “Do you want to feel me, baby…?”

“Yes,” you smiled small, “I do. I love you Mommy."

The grip around your calves eased – her hip still cradled against yours, her beautiful reddish locks still brushing the skin of your cheek, her scent still swamping your senses in that scarlet haze that seemed to engulf the frame of your bed. That night was the first time you felt the flesh of your lips graced by the outline of your stepmother's rosy mouth.

“Thank you, baby, thank you,” she whimpered in breathless relief against the flesh of your mouth, “Thank you. Mommy loves you too. Mommy loves you very much, my dear child.”

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𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓 & 𝑛. 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: I don't have anything to say about this except uh.. I love this massive beast of a fic and I hope y'all love it too. Thanks to all of you who were patient and understanding about me having to step away from posting this AU publicly, this is for y'all 💖

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut, oh so much smut; strap-on use (r receiving); oral; spanking; degradation; a bit of humiliation for the funsies; mommy/daddy kink; face sitting; overstim; pet names; top!Natasha; switch!Wanda; soft aftercare and feelings at the end

words: 6.6K

summary: Private Hire AU; it was finally time for you to get your reward... if the sight of your bosses fucking don't kill you first

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Natasha hadn’t really waited for a response, directing you both to their shared master bedroom with a firm but gentle tug on your arms. You’d followed silently, your head too full to focus on whatever conversation the two women a few feet ahead of you were having. Natasha had clicked the heavy bedroom door closed behind you, a singular crook of her finger taking you away from where you hovered by the wall. “There’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart, no one here is going to harm you.” The sincerity in the redhead’s eyes was so intense you nearly looked away, but still, you trusted her.

Turns out Natasha didn’t think Wanda needed much kindness.

You didn’t remember how exactly Natasha had stripped Wanda of her clothes, but it didn’t matter. All of that was easy to forget when the brunette was riding the silicone toy strapped to her wife’s bare hips so perfectly. She braced herself with her hands on Natasha’s shoulders and selfishly, you hated how it blocked the full view of Wanda’s breasts as she rocked back and forth. “Fuck, right there—”

The noises she made confirmed how close she was; something about Natasha exercising her cruelty in the bedroom never failed to drive Wanda to near insanity. Maybe because only Natasha would ever wield such power over her; she could safely let go and be at the redhead’s mercy without fear that she’d use that same power to undermine her either in their marriage or with others. Natasha was her safe space.

You wanted to be that for Wanda too; not control, but please her so well she had no choice but to lose her composure. Imagining yourself in Natasha’s place was too impactful of a thought, leaving you squirming where you sat kneeled away from them on the large bed.

Natasha caught it, eyebrow quirking as she saw your eyes glued to where the toy disappeared and reappeared between Wanda’s legs. She wondered if you knew how obvious you were being; if Wanda’s eyes weren’t screwed shut, she would’ve wanted to remember the longing look on your face forever. Still, Natasha would happily let you have what you earned after you’d been so agreeable with her the other day. Unlike her wife, she believed in instant gratification… for herself.

“You gonna cum, baby?” Her hand rested on Wanda’s hip, guiding her along while she nodded frantically. She was so pretty like this, it was a struggle not to give Wanda what she wanted, but Natasha was still getting started. It was too early to let her finish; there’d be plenty of time for that later. “Not until you make me first.”

Wanda’s whines were pitiful as Natasha pulled her away, clearly resisting, twisting and turning out of her wife’s strong grip. Just once she wished Natasha would just… give in, but when she set her mind to something, she was unshakeable. Still, all she wanted was one tiny orgasm, “No, Tasha, please-”

“Ah ah, that’s not my name, is it?” You watched as Natasha barely flinched, manhandling Wanda to kneel between her thighs, effortlessly maneuvering her harness out of the way to free space where she pushed Wanda’s head. As much as this was for Wanda, Natasha felt she’d earned the right to be self-serving for a moment. Wanda still needed to make up for missing her dinner. What better way than with her desperate wife going down on her?

Wanda bit her tongue and fought the urge to roll her eyes, holding back only to stay in Natasha’s good graces. She needed to cum tonight; she was painfully close already, her cunt clenching around nothing again as a bitter reminder. Natasha was always so full of herself; Wanda hated how attracted she was to it. “Sorry, daddy..”

She barely managed to get it out before Natasha was shoving her face to meet swollen, pink lips.

Natasha’s head fell back against the headboard with a dull thud, her hand tight in Wanda’s hair as she devoured her with a confident skill only longtime lovers had. Once again you wished you could switch places with Natasha, having cum so many times to the fantasy of Wanda rewarding you for your good work with her head buried between your legs. “Fuck, Wanda.. just like that…”

The praise had Wanda rubbing her thighs together for friction, an act that Natasha couldn’t let slide. Fun as it was to watch Wanda try to get herself off, it was about time she gave you a task. “Come closer, dove. I need you to hold mommy’s legs apart.”

Embarrassingly you scrambled at the chance to touch, holding one of Wanda’s calves firmly. Theoretically it gave you something to do with your hands, but quickly you realized just how torturous it was. The new angle let you see Wanda spread open, bent over in a way that meant her sex was on full view— you needed to taste her more than anything in the world. She was visibly wet, thighs slick with evidence of her own need; Wanda was so so close, but you didn’t have permission.

You let out a whine of your own, arousal clouding your brain. Wanda was too busy to acknowledge you, but Natasha never missed a thing. “What’s the matter, wish she was doing this to you?” Her tone was clearly mocking, even when distracted by Wanda pushing her tongue past her entrance slowly and steadily.

Given the situation you found yourself in, it was understandable you’d want to participate, but you still flushed at the thought of admitting it, “Y-Yes, I do…” Natasha chuckled, low and breathy, holding Wanda’s head still to fuck her face freely. She was enjoying herself way too much, the sheer authority Natasha wielded over the both of you threatening to make her fall apart even faster. Letting Wanda have a pet really was the best decision they’d ever made.

“She is extremely good with her mouth,” The redhead let Wanda pull away just enough to take in air, shuddering as her hot breath hit her wet skin. She was back in an instant though, sucking and licking at Natasha’s clit with slow, languid strokes, taking the bud past her lips because she knew that was her wife’s favorite. Blunt nails scratched at the base of Wanda’s skull, a sensitive spot that left Wanda moaning into Natasha softly. As dominating as Nat was, she was still powerless to her wife. She was gorgeous and brilliant and oh so pretty to look at, wide, pleading eyes and all.

Wanda worked at her until thick thighs clamped around her head, temporarily muffling any noises that weren’t her tongue messily sliding through Natasha’s wet sex. She forgot about her own need long enough to carry Natasha through her orgasm, nudging her nose against her sensitive bud until the grip loosened and she was free to sit back on her own arms. “See, you can behave when you want to.”

There was a mental note made that, despite her defiance, Wanda’s praise kink ran deep because every word Natasha uttered had Wanda visibly soaking even after going untouched; the urge to just lean in that one short distance and clean up where she was dripping. “Mommy…” You only realized you’d pleaded for her aloud when the older woman was laughing again and Wanda pushed her hips back towards you in invitation. She almost made you give in, but Natasha’s warning look kept you still with a pout.

“I prefer you so much more when you’re a good girl for me.” Natasha went back to what she was saying, running her fingers through Wanda’s long hair. She was so sweet when she was agreeable; they just had so much more fun, “Instead of mumbling and grumbling like a bitch because I played with your toy a little while you were gone.”

That must’ve been Wanda’s last straw because she bit her wife’s thigh, hard. There was no way it didn’t hurt, you winced just having witnessed it, but Natasha’d had way worse. They were known to get painfully rough with one another, but Natasha yanked Wanda up until their faces inches apart with such ferocity that you audibly gasped. “You think that’s funny?”

The brunette must not have been expecting such a strong reaction either, begging for something as soon as she opened her mouth. Through her rambling words, you were sure you heard an ‘I’m sorry,’ but Natasha’s face remained hard, no mercy to be found. Wanda was farther from you now, but on all fours she was still visible; in your single mindedness, you ignored Natasha’s berating to instead watch Wanda’s trembling thighs and what lay between.

“You say sorry, bat those pretty eyelashes, and I always go easy on you.” If Natasha was ‘easy’ so far, you were morbidly curious what true punishment entailed. Her hands roamed over Wanda’s naked form until they reached her backside, offering a deceptively gentle pat before grabbing her possessively, “but not today. I think you’ve forgotten what real consequences look like.”

Wanda protested incoherently, shaking her head as if that’d do anything to sway her wife’s new plan of action. “I mean it, I swear. I’m sorry!” She didn’t mean it; needy as she was, Wanda didn’t regret biting Natasha. Even she had limits when you were present, wanting you to still see her having some form of control, but Natasha could care less. And she could see right through Wanda’s empty apology.

“You will be when I’m through with you-” Natasha uttered something in her native Russian, a phrase that left Wanda mewling, but it was nothing compared to the pitiful noises made as her lover delivered a painful slap to her round ass. You wished you picked up on languages better only so you could fully appreciate Wanda’s Sokovian pleas; whatever it was, it didn’t change her treatment one bit.

Wanda only lasted through five swats before she tensed, fingers gripping Natasha’s sides as her thighs shook and you knew she was cumming. You could’ve watched the sight forever; Wanda’s hips stuttering and bucking around nothing so close to you. Frenzied eyes darted to the woman leaning against the headboard, half expecting her to be disappointed in Wanda’s sudden break, but Natasha was highly amused, looking perfectly pleased with herself.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Wanda cum that way and she knew how much Wanda hated it— to her, it was empty, unsatisfying, embarrassing. All it did was worsen the need already clawing at her skin. The punishment of a spanking had been a calculated means to an end; Wanda was still so on edge, she wouldn’t be surprised if tears were falling down her red cheeks. She was right where Natasha wanted her. Fake pity written clearly all across her face, she hooked a finger under Wanda’s chin to bring her into a bruising kiss, “What a desperate little slut.”

Wanda’s arms gave out then, falling into Natasha wordlessly while she tried to process the painful stings on her ass amidst her aftershocks. It was silent for a few moments, Natasha knowing enough to allow Wanda time to catch her breath. Games aside, she wouldn’t let her love get so overwhelmed that pleasure turned to true pain. Natasha looked at you then, taking in your fists balled into the sheets and tightly clenched thighs— you’d been so dutifully patient, it was admirable really. She didn’t think she could last as long as you did without simply taking what she wanted from Wanda. “So tense over there… what’s on your mind?”

Had you not been denied so long maybe you would’ve kept quiet, but you had laser focus on Wanda and your need was so obvious, the words could’ve spoken themselves. If speaking up could even slightly get you closer to what you want, you’d talk forever. “I wanna kiss her pussy, daddy.”

“I know you do, dove.” Natasha beckoned you closer and in your eagerness, you let her position you as she pleased, head laid on the pillow a small bit away from where she sat against the headboard. You relaxed as much as you could, the bed impossibly soft against your rigid body, waiting anxiously for your next instruction. “You’ve been so good, helping me with this one’s surprise, letting me invade your bed the past two nights… you’re long overdue for a reward.” As she spoke, Natasha moved Wanda like she was hoisting a box, quick and efficient in depositing her atop you, one leg on either side of your head.

She was close enough now you could feel the heat radiating off of her and you licked your lips, staring up at Wanda with wide eyes that were teary with desire. She was big on you using your words, but she gave you a pass this time, just once when your eyes were glued to her cunt and practically drooling with need. “Go on, baby. Make mommy cum..”

You were on her the second you could reach, devouring her with a vigor even you didn’t know you had. She was just as sweet as you’d imagined, hot and sinfully wet. Wanda was still sensitive from her unplanned orgasm and your eagerness was quickly bringing her to another, but she didn’t want to cum again so soon. Not when she’d already done so humiliatingly easily a few moments prior, but it was proving way too hard to continue to hold back. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good..”

You hummed as her hands found your hair, raking her fingers through it until she had a good hold on your head. She rocked herself methodically, zero trace of shyness as she moaned each time you dragged your tongue through her sex. Wanda knew what she wanted you, unlike Natasha, weren’t in any position to tell her no. When you flattened the smooth muscle, Wanda’s grip faltered, the rough surface of your tongue against her clit leaving her shuddering.

“O-Oh… stay right there, stay still for me, sweetheart-” Hard as she tried to hold back, Wanda’s hips betrayed her, she was cumming again with a sigh and you let her freely have her way with your mouth even as she tugged hard at your hair.

When you started to slow, wanting to draw out the experience you’d waited so long for, Natasha shook her head and placed a steadying hand on Wanda’s hip. “Ah ah, your job’s not done that quickly, not yet.” Assuming Natasha was simply conveying what Wanda couldn’t as she caught her breath, you were quick to bury your face back into her cunt, the deep groan from above relaxing the last of your nerves.

Wanda’s movements were getting out of sync, clearly ready to succumb and, helpful as you were, wrapped your arms around Wanda’s thighs to pull her down. “Wait-”

“Put your hands on the headboard.” It was probably the most demanding thing you’d ever said to her, but your brain was stuck on one goal and that was tasting Wanda as long as she’d let you. Shockingly, she complied with your demand, even settling her hips so you could lap at her to your heart’s content, but she was whining, wiggling to get a moment away from your tongue that refused to let up.

“What’s wrong, honey? I thought you wanted this.” Natasha was at the perfect angle to antagonize Wanda, forcing the brunette’s head towards her with a strong grip on her chin. Wanda hated that Natasha wouldn’t just keep her mouth shut. She wasn’t ashamed of her thoughts, not at all, but it was a whole other thing entirely to let you hear what she’d confessed privately to Natasha. “All those times you’ve mumbled about our precious little dove, watching her practically beg to fuck you just to say no and fantasize about it more?”

It was hard to make out what Wanda was saying, her sentences cut apart with small noises as soft as she was, but the ‘yes’ you heard confirmed that your boss thought about you as much as you did her. Unfortunately the conversation alone was enough to bring you close to soaking your underwear. Natasha tried to take pity on you, removing the last garment you wore, but she’d barely brushed you before Wanda slapped her wife’s hand away.

“Don’t.” You only had a chance to be upset for a minute before Wanda pushed down on your shoulders, putting your mouth back to work. Reminded of her earlier anger, you whined against her folds, eyes searching for hers to persuade Wanda’s unshakeable will. “None of that, you’d better not start, you little slut.”

You whimpered a sorry that she must’ve heard because Wanda was smoothing your hair back gently with a whispered ‘you’re okay, little one,’ reassuring you enough that you knew you weren’t in any trouble. She never wanted to scare you again how she had earlier; you were too delicate for that. You nuzzled the inside of her thigh with your cheek, letting her know you were okay before she held the hard wood in front of her again… just in time for you to slide your tongue inside her tight entrance.

But Natasha wasn’t deterred by the same warnings you were; if Wanda still felt bold enough to be a brat, they were all far from done. “You’re so selfish, you know, not even letting your wife touch your toys until you have. If she weren’t so obsessed with you, she might’ve gone off to date someone else by now.” Wanda visibly bristled— she knew you never would, but Natasha being right made her want to roll her eyes for a completely different reason.

If you hadn’t been fucking her just right with your tongue, maybe she could have. As it was, her eyes fell shut and Natasha’s supportive hands were the only reason her head didn’t completely fall back. “Oh.. d-don’t stop that..” You wouldn’t dream of it, not when Wanda was dripping onto your chin and she let you guide her into the perfect shared tempo.

“There you go, keep fucking her like that and she’ll come apart for you in no time. She just loves being taken care of. Isn’t that right, dear?” Wanda nodded without realizing, knuckles white on the headboard as she focused on the tip of your nose brushing over her sensitive bud. She was close again and this time Wanda was going to warn you, but then you were curling your tongue and she was clenching around it, her third orgasm of the night leaving stars in her vision.

You hadn’t stopped yet though, cleaning her up even as your jaw tired. Greediness kept your arms around her thighs, waiting until the moment you’d gotten your fill of her to let her go. So far, you haven't even come close. “Sensitive…”

Natasha cut in quicker than you could loosen your grip. “Don’t stop, dove, you can keep going.” You obeyed the redhead’s command, licking at Wanda’s swollen center even as her legs clenched around your head.

Wanda was well on her way to shaking, jerking wildly as you held her tighter than you ever had to before. It wouldn’t be the first time she cracked a headboard, but she liked this one enough that she wanted to keep it intact. “Stop, stop! Malyshka, I can’t-”

“She can. Keep going on and see what happens.” You were inclined to believe Natasha; as much as she loved to push buttons, she would never put her wife in a truly unwanted position especially when she was too powerless to truly get herself out. For your part, the sight of Wanda convulsing above you was too good of a view to pass up, taking mischievous pleasure in the way she jumped each time you pinched her clit between your teeth just the slightest bit. “You wanted to cum? Well now you’re going to give me one more.”

Her cries weren’t new to you. You’d heard them many a night after you’d come home from the bar and if you ever spotted them, it was always attached to Natasha pushing Wanda’s limits until she broke. Frequently it was all you could think about when you had moments to yourself, brain filled with the fantasy and now that it was right in front of you, there was no way you couldn’t make it a reality, even if it was just this once. “No, it’s too much! I can’t.. I’m gonna-”

“You will.” Natasha was so sure of it, you knew you had to make Wanda fall over that edge she was fighting against just one more time. You hadn’t thought your face could be more soaked than it already was, but Wanda proved you wrong. This time she came with a sharp gasp, tensing around your head until all Wanda took over each of your senses. All you could smell, see, taste was the brunette and you never wanted to leave. She’d made a mess of your mouth and chin, surely dripping past your cheeks and onto the pillows by now, but none of it bothered you and absentmindedly you wondered if this feeling right now was better than any orgasm.

“I told you, she’s always got something up her sleeve.” Vaguely you were aware of Natasha pulling Wanda away from you, mostly by the lack of warmth around your head, but you laid still, perfectly content. Natasha hovered above you, a wide grin plastered across her face. “You did so well, dove...” She leant in close for a kiss, something you thought a sweet gesture until she was licking over your lips. At first you parted them and she indulged you, dominating the kiss as she nipped along the shape of your mouth.

After a while Natasha pulled away, her tongue drawing a line up your throat as a lonely whine erupted from it. You’d just been so consumed, it hurt to be left alone and you needed her back, even if she was only a few inches apart. “Tash…” The nickname slipped out before you could stop it, but Natasha didn’t correct you; maybe she was too aroused to care this time.

“Hush, baby, you’re alright.” She kissed you again, the two of you sharing the lingering taste of Wanda and moaning into each other. “I think it’s safe to say you made her happy enough to finally give you what you want.”

Natasha hoisted you up to your knees, taking in your current state of disarray in mock concern. “Oh you poor thing, so tense…” Her hand slipped between your thighs, dragging two skilled fingers through your folds where you were positively dripping. It took almost no time for you to whimper and beg for more attention, hips jerking wildly for anything you could find. The two other women found it painfully enticing, the deep hunger to finally fully claim you as theirs rising. “Wands, can you take care of her yet? Or can I keep her occupied for you first?”

The brunette shot up at her proposal, eyes still a tad hazy, but determined. “Get your own if you want someone first, sweetheart.” Wanda had to stretch to grab at her nightstand, standing on shaky legs only long enough to secure the harness you’d waited to see for so long. You were drooling, you were sure; the sight of the thick toy both intimidating and leaving you feeling more empty than you’d ever felt before.

“That’s what I have you for.” Natasha mocked, pecking her wife’s cheeks once she’d settled back onto the mattress. Meanwhile, you were practically leaping into Wanda’s arms, wrapping yourself around her just to cling to anything at all. Wanda let Natasha’s comment go in favor of shushing you, hands rubbing over your back while you frantically pushed your face into the crook of her neck. She knew what you needed, even without your muffled whining and as you pressed your pelvis against her strap at just the right angle to let your neglected clit have the most enticing friction, Wanda was more than excited to give you everything you wanted and more.

“Calm down, I’m right here. Mommy’s got you..” You let up just enough to plead with her, eyes wide with need; when she testingly pressed the tip against your entrance, it took everything in you to wait and not just sit on it instantly. “Now?”

You nodded wildly, completely sure of yourself at that moment. “Yes, god please.. I need you so bad!” Wanda hummed as she pushed you down onto her strap, fueled by you saying you needed her specifically. If only you knew she needed you just as much, thriving off just how dependent you were on her. Natasha came behind you to hold your hips, thankfully just in time because without her, you’d have gone fully limp. The simple feeling of being full of Wanda, finally sitting in her lap where you were stretched and ready for her… you were trying so hard not to cum on the spot. “Move.. please..”

In the future, Wanda would make sure to coerce you to ride her, but tonight, you were beyond gone; there was no way you’d have the focus to do so. She started slow, judging how well you’d adjusted to the toy, but the pace wore on you both and it only took a minute or two before she was fucking into you steadily. “Don’t worry, dove. I’ll take care of you, you don’t have to do anything.”

You nodded as best you could, trying so hard not to cry out too soon even as Natasha moved your hips in time with Wanda’s thrusts. There was no way you could’ve kept up without the other woman’s help, Wanda’s now fast motions forcing any thoughts that weren’t on the burning stretch between your legs far, far away. If you died right here, you wouldn’t notice, way too caught up in the women sandwiching you to be bothered with anything else. “M-Mommy.. feels good…”

It felt way more than just good, both Wanda and Natasha could tell you were almost completely blissed out in just a few minutes of their focus turned to you. Maybe if you could spare a moment to process your situation, it’d be embarrassing how close you were so quickly. Try as you might, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You’d waited too long to mind anymore.

“Is mommy fucking you real good, baby?” Natasha’s lips were right at your ear, her grip tight on your sides as she kept you in place, “Is it everything your needy little pussy dreamed of?” She could only assume you were agreeing with her, your noises as incoherent as they were loud. One look at Wanda and she could tell her wife was oh so pleased with herself, the payoff from denying all three of you clearly oh so worth it for her. Natasha was the one known for control, but Wanda was nowhere near lacking. Hers came in subtle ways such as this, waiting until you were obsessed, hopelessly dependent, and far too deep to realize she was always the one getting her way.

Wanda stroked your cheek slowly, gently, trying to coax you into taking a few deep breaths. She doubted you realized you were mumbling against her skin, begging almost silently; it was so cute, Wanda nearly wished she was filming you. No matter, there was always next time. “No one even had to prep you.. You were just so ready for us, weren’t you?” She watched your head fall back as she shifted her angle, hitting that perfect spot and making you give up any hope of keeping your orgasm at bay.

A strong hand pulled your chin down until Wanda was in view once more. She was saying something about wanting to watch you, but you couldn’t respond, your entire body fixated on finally reaching the high you’d dreamt of for so long. “...need to cum.. please-”

Both women chuckled at your babbling, faintly registering Natasha’s lips on your shoulder as Wanda cracked a smile, “This is your reward, baby doll. You can cum whenever you’d like, go on, you earned it.”

“Thank you mommy…!” It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before you were cumming, cunt clenching hard on Wanda’s strap while she fucked you through such blinding ecstasy, you were sure your bones had gone soft. There wasn’t a moment you’d been left alone, either Wanda or Natasha’s hands somewhere on your body, keeping you grounded even as you felt completely untethered. You wished you could thank them for their attentiveness, but your jaw was helplessly slack.

What finally brought you back was Wanda carefully lifting you from her lap, your still tingling legs trying and failing to keep you locked down. She was unfazed by your protests, shushing you like she would a child, “Shh, don’t make a fuss, you’ve been so good. You’re going to let Natty have a turn with you.” As soon as Wanda finished speaking, you shut up, immediately ready to be filled again. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the bulge you’d felt under Natasha’s pants two nights prior, or how amazing it would feel taking you apart.

The second the tip of her strap nudged your entrance, you tried to sink down on it, but Natasha held you firm, preferring to lead you down on it herself. Even then it didn’t take long, your first orgasm from Wanda leaving you open and easy to use. “You took it all so quickly… gonna let me fuck you now, sweetheart?” You were nodding before she could finish, pushing your hips back into her in desperation, already craving another orgasm from the redhead behind you. Her hand snaked around your front, spread fingers pushing into your lower belly despite your whines, “Can you feel me filling you up, dove? Pressing into your sweet tummy?”

“Mhmm.. ‘love it..” And truly, you did. Something about the near painful fullness between your legs was addicting and you never wanted to let it go. But then Natasha drew back, leaving you shockingly empty just long enough for her to shove herself back in. Unlike Wanda, Natasha’s pace was instantly brutal, rendering you speechless each time she bottomed out in your stretched cunt, “Daddy… t-that’s hard-”

You couldn’t see Natasha, only hear her fake pity, mocking your pleas while her teeth scraped down the back of your neck. She wasn’t apologetic in the slightest; you wanted her to fuck you, this is what it was like. “Aww, did someone think I’d be gentle like my wife? Don’t be so fragile, you can take it.”

Strained arms tightened around Wanda’s neck, leaning on her completely as your panting turned heavy. “Natalia, be careful, don’t hurt her.” Natasha rolled her eyes, not once even thinking of letting up. Wanda always treated you like such a precious porcelain doll, but cherished as you may be, Natasha knew you weren’t unhappy.

Not when you were soaking her strap so much she could slide you up and down like it was nothing. “She can take it, Wanda. She loves it.. Isn’t that right, little one, daddy’s tough girl.” You moaned out against Wanda’s collarbone, bracing yourself for the next wave of pleasure you were just out of reach from. Wanda pulled your head back for a kiss just as you began to cry out, the brunette swallowing your sinful noises as your hips stuttered and shook atop Natasha’s thighs. There was no way the sheets beneath you weren’t ruined, evidence of your orgasm smeared over both you and Nat.

You took a breath, tried to at least, but Natasha’s thrusts never let up, keeping you on the edge of something equal parts intoxicating and overwhelming just like the woman herself. “Can’t.. no more..” But this time it was Wanda who spoke up, pressing quick kisses over your flushed nose and cheeks while her hand slid between the two of you.

“Just do one more. For the both of us, please, baby?” You wanted to cry, you were going to, tears filling your eyes as two fingers rubbed over your swollen bud. It was all too much and not enough; you needed both of them to let you fall just once more— if only you could stay coherent long enough to reach it. You felt like your whole body was spasming, every touch Wanda or Natasha gave almost stinging your skin, but you didn’t want it to end. Not ever.

Natasha came to a slow stop, working you down as steadily as she’d brought you up. You were thankful for it really, much too used to being left alone once you’d finished; this was infinitely nicer. When she backed up to ease you out, Wanda took over and encouraged you to rest your exhausted body atop hers which you did readily. “You did amazing, such a good job… How do you feel?”

Speaking would still be too much, your throat tight from your long night. Instead you snuggled into Wanda, hoping your happy hums against her chest would be enough to soothe any concerns she may have. If her gentle coddling was any indication, she understood. “Good girl. You just lay here and if you need anything, let me know however you can. Do you understand?”

You nodded your agreement, finding Wanda’s hand to give it a weak squeeze as she settled against the headboard to allow you both to stretch your legs. Natasha was the one to pull a blanket over the two of you before sliding in next to her wife. With a lazy peek upwards, you saw Natasha whisper something indiscernible into Wanda’s ear and after a minute to process, the brunette nodded. She let Natasha smooth her hair down; an action so intimate, there was no way Wanda would’ve allowed it in her earlier state.

The last thing you remember was Natasha’s hand behind your head, lips warm and sweet against your temple. It would be so easy to get used to this. “Get some rest, we’ll be right here.” Natasha wasn’t really a talker, not unless something needed to be said. Consequently, her reassuring words felt even more comforting and as soon as her hand joined Wanda’s on your back, drawing slow patterns while she watched over you, your heart melted right along with your muscles.

“Do you feel better or will we have to continue to suffer with snippy Wanda?” Natasha wound her free arm around Wanda, pulling her in until her head rested against her bare shoulder. Wanda only gave a grunt of disapproval, focusing on your sleeping form draped over her. She wasn’t in the mood for any more of Natasha’s antics tonight— truly she was fed up for a good while.

Natasha could sense it, both from Wanda’s silence and her stiffness. It was Wanda who introduced Natasha to the idea of a post-sex cuddle; not that she was particularly good at it, but it was what she wanted. The first time she’d fallen into Natasha was awkward, made more so by the lack of reciprocation, but she’d hung on anyways even as her partner stayed stiff as a board. Now the older woman knew Wanda like the back of her hand and if she was still the rigid one, Natasha wasn’t fully off the hook yet. “I’m sorry for provoking you.”

“And?” Wanda’s voice was firm, unwavering.

“I’m a stubborn idiot.” Finally she was granted eye contact, only to be given an expectant look of pursed lips and a quirked eyebrow. Still, Natasha could see tiredness in Wanda’s eyes, how she fought off sleep just to prove her point with her wife. The only thing Wanda hated more than Natasha’s annoying plots were letting her think she’d gotten away with them. And she was the one admitting stubbornness.

“And?” Natasha had half a mind to just give up and try again tomorrow. She wanted to sleep next to Wanda too much to fall back into that now.

She sighed, throwing her head back dramatically, “And I shouldn’t have played with your favorite little teddy bear just to piss you off.” When she righted herself, Wanda was smiling. She was poorly holding back a laugh, face half muffled in your hair as she tried and failed to hide. Natasha bit the inside of her cheek the moment she realized Wanda wanted to see how far she could push her apology. She’d fallen for it enough times over the years, anyone would think Natasha could see right through it— they underestimated how much she would do to see her happy again. “Are we done now, can we sleep?”

“Mmm.. I suppose so. I forgive you.” The last part was a yawn, Wanda sinking down into Natasha’s embrace and closing her eyes. She shifted just enough to lay both you and her on your sides, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. For a moment as you wiggled, she was scared she’d woken you, but you only burrowed deeper, easily enjoying her chest as a pillow. “Sweet little thing.”

“I’ll order us breakfast tomorrow. Something tells me it’s going to be a late morning.” Natasha made sure you and Wanda were nicely settled before relaxing into plush pillows, exhaling a deep, content breath as her body unwound. She let her own eyes close now, fully ready for a much needed sleep back in her own bed.

“You’re not going to run off to get back at me, are you?” The question was so small, so insecure compared to just a minute ago. Angry as they might be with one another, they’d never lied. If it was something Natasha was thinking of, she’d tell her. Wanda didn’t know if she should be scared of the answer. Natasha hadn’t left like that in years and when she did, it was a mistake; they’d been so young and spitefulness kept her away for a week. It hurt Wanda much more than she’d ever expected and now it was a fear she had to still every time her error reared its ugly head.

“That’s abandonment, silly girl.” Natasha stretched over you, just enough to reach Wanda for a long kiss. One that was way overdue. “I never want to leave you, Wanda. My home is here with you.” Her thumb swiped under Wanda’s eyes, wiping away the anxious tears that pooled before she could stop them. Wanda was prone to these bouts of sensitivity after she exploded, the quiet aftermath of her thunderous storm. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too,” Wanda’s smile was sleepy but genuine, just barely hanging on to consciousness. She snuggled against your back, your warm body lulling her further and further away. The weight of you combined with Natasha’s strong arm under her head was an intoxicating level of comfort and safety. She’d have to talk to you tomorrow about sleeping with them more often. “Now let me sleep.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, immediately regretting how she flopped back to the mattress as you groaned. She swore she used to hate cuddling, but now with you and Wanda both happily snuggling against each other and her, she knew she’d be getting it twice as much now; she didn’t mind it. “Fine, get some rest, sleepyheads.”

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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Promotion - Wanda Maximoff

Dark!Ceo!Wanda x fem!reader

Summary: The CEO at your new job calls you into her office unexpectedly with an offer she won’t let you refuse

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut, cheating, non con/dub con, manipulation, wanda using her powers for mind control, mommy kink, fingering, strap on (first time reader receiving)

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“You asked to see me, Mrs Maximoff?”

Your voice is quiet as you hesitantly enter her large office, looking nervously between the two redheads standing in front of the large oak desk.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave, I’ll see you later, love,” Wanda’s wife Natasha sighs, drawing her in for a quick kiss before striding towards the door.

She looks you up and down before she leaves, an unreadable expression clouding her face that feeds the growing uneasiness in your gut.

You had only been working here for a month, so far all you’d been trusted to do was make drinks for the other employees and photocopy any files they needed.

Recently though, the auburn haired CEO had began to call you into her office more and more, requesting a fresh beverage despite the untouched mug already beside her or asking for an unreasonable amount of copies. But she had never called you in whilst her wife was here.

“Did you need some files copied, Ma’am? Or something to drink?” You ask, breaking the many minutes of silence that had passed since Mrs Romanoff had left.

“No. Come sit down, детка (baby).”

Wanda circles her desk, sliding into her chair and moving her laptop aside, clearing the space in front of her. She leans forwards, placing her elbows on the wood and propping her chin in her hand, watching me expectantly.

You walk slowly towards one of the chairs opposite her, the material of your skirt slipping against the rich leather cover as you sit.

“Do you like working here, Y/n?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Please, call me Wanda,” She chuckles, getting to her feet and saunters around to lean against the desk right by your feet.

Your mouth turning dry, you almost choke on your last drop of saliva as you see the bulge in the crotch of her pants as Wanda adjusts her seating on the wood, stretching her knees apart.

You quickly avert your attention elsewhere and desperately try to ignore the spreading warmth that was growing between your legs. Wanda smirks as she notices the deep red creeping over your cheeks and the anxious tapping of your foot increase while you clench your thighs together.

“You know, you’re not appreciated enough here. I’ve been watching you and you deserve more than what you’ve been doing. I’d like to offer you a promotion, милая (honey), how about that?”

You nod your head eagerly at her proposal, your previous discomfort evaporating. Finally, you were leaving the rude commands and scalding mugs behind.

“From now on, you will be my assistant. I need someone to handle my calls, accompany me to meetings and overlook the rest of the employees. I think you’d be the best person for the job, don’t you think? I’ll double your current salary, of course, and I promise I’ll take very good care of you.”

“I will not let you down, Mrs Maximoff.” You answer confidently, happy to do anything other than your previous tasks and relieved you could finally pay off some of your college loans.

“I’m sure you won’t, милая девушка (sweet girl). Now, tell me, Y/n, are you in a relationship?” Wanda asks, adjusting her pants as she straightens off the desk and walks back to her chair.

“Uh, yes- yes I am.” you respond, confused as to what that had to do with the promotion.

Wanda’s face turns stone cold and the muscles of her jaw flexes as she raises her brow at you.

“Oh? Is that right? Well, that just won’t do. I don’t like other people touching what’s mine.” She growls and you feel your mouth drop open in shock, your previous anxiety returning full force.

Leaning back in her chair, she waves her hand in a lazy gesture to the empty space on the desk in front of her.

“Come here and bend over.”

“Mrs Maximoff, I- I don’t think that’s entirely appropriate!” You stammer, your eyes widening before you shift your gaze nervously to your feet.

“Not at all, детка (baby). Now, come here.”

When you finally lift your eyes to meet the Sokovians, you become captivated by the scarlet rings swirling in her irises and you find your legs leading you straight around the desk and pressing your front against the hard surface.

You flinch when you feel her hand land on your ass, squeezing harshly and your thoughts begin racing a mile a minute over why you’d just done exactly as she ordered.

Ropes of scarlet energy keep your arms pinned to the table beside you to slow your struggling as Wanda hikes your skirt up to your hips, exposing the tiny wet patch that had formed on your cotton panties.

She leans forwards, tracing feather light patterns along the inside of your thighs, watching as the muscles shudder and flex beneath her fingers.

Your heart racing in your chest can be heard as a deafening roar in your ears, a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation making your head feel hazy and your breathing sparse.

Wanda suddenly reaches between your legs, hooking her fingers over the front of your panties and yanking them back so forcefully your underwear rip straight off of you in one painful swoop.

You release a yelp, attempting to rub your thighs together to soothe the sting and protect your dignity but Wanda kicks your ankles back out with a tut.

“Uh-Uh, Mommy’s looking at her new pretty pussy. All mine,” Wanda coo’s, taking two fingers and spreading your cunt open for her to appraise.

A rush of need flows through your body and you're embarrassed as you find yourself shifting your hips backwards into her touch.

“Mommy’s going to take such good care of you, детка (baby). You’re such a lucky girl I found you.”

A whimper falls from your lips as she removes her fingers to swipe them through your folds, ashamed when you feel the juices that collect on her fingertips.

She begins to rub tight circles against your clit, positioning herself in her chair so she could watch with a smirk as you fight the moans threatening to spill from the pleasure.

You try to close your thighs again when Wanda’s fingers tease your entrance, the image of your partner popping into your head.

“Please!” You sob, wriggling in your crimson restraints.

“Please what, милая девушка (sweet girl)?”

“Please stop!”

“Don’t you want your promotion? This is part of the deal, милая (honey),” Wanda purrs, coaxing your legs back open and using her powers to keep them in place.

“What about your wife? And I have a girlfriend, please, Wanda.”

“What Natasha doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, she wants what’s best for me and that, pretty girl, is you. As for your girlfriend, she doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t worry, детка (baby), you don’t need her anymore. Mommy’s got you.”

You can hear quiet suckling sounds before a plop and suddenly two of Wanda’s saliva coated fingers are being plunged into your entrance.

Your entire body jerks against the desk and you can already foresee the bruises you’ll have as the oak digs into your hips painfully.

“You feel so good, милая девушка (sweet girl). So perfect for Mommy.” Wanda groans, starting a brutal pace thrusting into your core.

You feel yourself clench against her fingers at her words, the praise sending a buzz of heat to your throbbing cunt. Low moans and whimpers babble from your lips whilst your inner voice screams at you to stop enjoying it.

The coil that had been forming in your stomach begins to teeter towards the edge and Wanda can sense it as the little freedom your hips have grind sloppily against her hand whilst your cunt grows ever tighter around her.

So she pulls out.

You bite back the desperate whine you almost spilled, squeezing your eyes shut and repeating to yourself over and over that you don’t want this.

“You don’t want this?” Wanda husks and you hear her chair squeak as she gets to her feet, unzipping her pants.

Your breath hitches when you feel the tip of a cock slap against your clit, greed and desire flooding your body as she repeats the motion again and again until you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

“Please,” You beg once more, but this time your hips are searching blindly for the woman behind you.

“You need to tell Mommy what you want, милая (honey).”

Still unable to bring yourself to say the words, guilt washing over you once more, Wanda sighs, positioning the tip of the toy and pushing into your entrance.

“It’s okay, детка (baby), you’ll get there.”

Your fingers grasp at the edge of the desk and your mouth forms a silent ‘o’ when she bottoms out inside you, the feel of the cock stuffing you full overwhelming your senses.

You and your girlfriend had never used a strap before and this one seemed to be significantly larger than average, stretching your walls and reaching deeper than you even thought possible.

Wanda, who had been reading your thoughts, felt a wave of possessive desire when she discovered this was your first time with a strap, knowing that this experience would always belong to her and only her, should she have her way.

The thought spurs her on, her slender fingers gripping your hips as she draws the length of the cock out before pounding back into you, starting up a bruising rhythm.

Wanda keeps her mind searching yours, grinning with satisfaction as all thoughts of your girlfriend are gradually replaced by her.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” She coos, wrapping one hand around your waist to rub your clit and pressing the front of her body against your back, tugging your head up by your hair.

A low groan vibrates your lips as she begins suckling at your neck, occasionally biting marks into the soft skin.

“I asked you a question.” Wanda growls, sinking her teeth into your shoulder.

“Yes!” You yelp, blinking back the tears that were forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mommy!” You cry as the tip of the strap nudges repeatedly against your g-spot.

“Good girl. My good girl. So perfect for your Mommy.” Wanda murmurs against your skin, rutting her hips harder against you and pinching your clit harshly beneath her fingers.

Wanda stands back up, releasing her powers on your wrists and shifting the hand in your hair to grip your throat, yanking you up against her body. The new position shifted the strap further inside of you and a guttural moan rips from your lips.

The pressure intensifying from the stimulation on your swollen clit combined with the shockwaves rippling through your abdomen from each thrust pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Tears now flow steadily from your eyes as the pleasure turns borderline painful, the strings of gibberish spouting from your mouth becoming even more incoherent.

“Are you ready to tell Mommy what you want, детка (baby)?” Wanda growls, tightening her hold around your throat.

“Want- To- Come- Please- Mommy,” You manage to choke out through your restricted airways.

Loosening her grip, Wanda raises her hand to your chin and turns your face around to meet hers behind you. Her pupils expand with lust as she takes in your appearance, noticing your bruised lips from biting back your moans, the mascara smudged down your cheeks and her marks on your skin.

“Are you going to let me take care of you?”

You nod desperately, your prior shame dissipating with the rest of your honor as you grind into her hips.

“Say it.” She growls, squeezing your overstimulated clit between her fingers.

“Take care of me, Mommy!” Your thoughts scream for you to say no, to fight back, to do anything but the frenzy drowning your senses is the only thing you can follow, you entire being completely wrapped up in the woman fucking you against her.

Her lips smash against yours desperately, the two of you breathing each other’s air as she devours you.

“Come for me, милая девушка (sweet girl),” She husks into your mouth, swallowing the moans that cascade from your lips as you fall apart in her arms.

“I’m so proud of you, детка (baby). Such a good girl for me.”

Wanda’s hips continue to snap steadily into you while you ride out the explosion of euphoria racking your body, sucking marks under your jaw and down your neck. Her hands wander to the buttons of your shirt, tearing it open and palming your breasts over the material of your bra.

“Let’s take this off, shall we?”

Keeping the entire length of the toy in your cunt, she removes your shirt and unfastens your bra, tossing it beside the ripped material of your top.

When she takes a seat back into her grand, high backed chair you let out a pained whimper at the sudden emptiness between your legs. Wanda chuckles, using her powers to rotate your body to face her with a flick of her wrist.

“Так красиво. Мой симпатичный ангелочек. (So beautiful. My pretty little angel.)”

A blush inches across your cheeks, avoiding your gaze from the intimidating woman ogling your naked physique.

A second brandish of her hand draws me close enough for her to pull me into her lap, my knees comfortably straddling her thighs.

Before I can settle back, she grabs the shaft of the strap on, positioning it beneath my entrance and handling your body with ease as she slides you down the entire piece.

“You take Mommy’s cock so well, детка (baby). So good.” Wanda groans, your weight shifting the harness of the strap over both of your clits and choking a moan from you.

You steady yourself on her shoulders when she grasps ahold of your waist, grinding your hips in tight circles whilst driving the toy in shallow thrusts, the movement stimulating her sensitive bud beneath the belt.

“Louder, pretty girl. Mommy wants to hear how good she makes you feel.” Wanda rasps, jerking up hard to knock you off balance so she can capture one of your bouncing nipples that had been torturing her.

A chorus of breathless groans and curses sing from your lips while she rolls the delicate flesh between her teeth, soothing it quickly with the flat of her tongue. Your entire body radiates heat beneath her touch, her attention traveling across your chest and nipping marks over every inch of skin, determined to claim you as her own.

When Wanda reaches your clavicle, she bites hard against the bone, grinning as your cry of pain mixes with a guttural moan and your fingers digging into her shoulder tangle in the bottom of her hair, tugging her away.

“You’re mine, Y/n.” She growls, gripping your chin between her thumb and forefinger to maintain eye contact. “All mine. Only Mommy can fuck you this good, isn’t that right? Only I can take care of my pretty little pussy. Who’s pussy is this?”

Her hand on your chin drops to your heat, slapping it harshly and your hold in her hair tightens as you yelp in agonizing enjoyment.

“Yours!”

“That’s right, sweet girl. Not your EX girlfriends, not anybody else’s. All mine.”

Wanda’s thrusts grow desperate as she chases her own high, maintaining the pace of your hips with one hand and enclosing your throat with the other, pulling you in for a searing kiss.

“I’m gonna come, Mommy!” You mewl, pressing your forehead against Wanda’s, completely consumed by the amber specs in her emerald irises that were full of adoration for you.

“Me too, ангел (angel). Wait until I say.”

You increase the speed of your hips, a sense of pride swelling in your chest when you notice the immediate change in Wanda’s expression as she scrunches her eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/n! Come with me, now!” Wanda cries, yelling your name once more as she unravels beneath you.

Your orgasm racks through your body, vibrating every cell within you until you’re a trembling, sweaty mess.

Wanda presses a final kiss to your lips, full of care and endearment. You collapse against her chest, whimpering softly as the silicone toy presses against your abused g-spot, the pain increasing when Wanda shuffles in her seat, sitting straighter.

“Shh, you’re such a good girl, детка (baby). Did so well for me. Now, keep Mommy’s cock nice and warm whilst I arrange the final details of your new contract, okay?”

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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Which twin do you belong to? - W.M

emo!dark!wanda x stranger!pietros love interest!reader

Summary: you catch the eye of a flirtatious silver haired boy whilst walking the streets of Sokovia and he makes it his mission to obtain your interest, much to his twin sister's displeasure.

detka - baby

medovyy - honey

krasivaya devushka - pretty girl

dorogoy - sweetheart

malyshka - baby girl

milaya - darling

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smut, sort of dubcon, insinuated stalking, wanda uses her magic on reader (restraints and making her move), hickeys/bite marks, oral on strap on (r!giving), gagging, strap on (r!receiving), praise kink, mommy kink, begging

NOT PROOFREAD

sorry for mistakes lol

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It seems everyone in the city was outside as you stumbled through the dusty streets of Sokivia, peering at the food stalls that paved the sides of the road.

Caught up in your own little world, you didn’t see the bike hurtling towards you until it was too late. Your heart beats rapidly in fear as you throw your hands in front of you in terror, clenching your eyes shut in preparation for impact.

You feel a pressure on your waist before a flurry of curses are screamed in your direction as the bike flies past, missing you completely. Squinting one eye open, you’re shocked to see you were a whole foot away from where you originally stood.

“Are you okay?”

A handsome young man with hair as silver as coins stands before you, his face scrunched with concern.

“Uh… Yes, I think so? I’m not really sure how I, uh- That bike was about to hit me.” You stammer, looking around confused.

“I moved you out the way. I’m Pietro, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

Pietro grins flirtatiously at you and you find yourself flitting your eyes away from him feeling flattered by his enamour.

“There you are, how many times do I have to ask you not to just leave me behind like that?”

Pietro chuckles, turning towards the direction of the voice and when your eyes land on its origin, you feel an uncomfortable flutter in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry, sister. I saw a damsel in distress.”

So this was Pietro‘s sister. Her hair was the opposite of her brothers, a dark, earthy brown that ran down the length of her back in perfect waves and each feature that adorned her face seemed like they’d been chiselled by the gods. Piercing green eyes scour down your body, searing right into your soul as she takes you in with a raised brow.

“What’s so special about her?” The girl grumbled sarcastically, turning her attention to the blackpolish chipping off her fingernails.

“Now, now, Wanda. Don’t be so mean, you’ll scare her away.” Pietro scolds teasingly and spins back to face you. “Tell me, Y/n, do you have anywhere to be now?”

You shift your attention between the eager boy smiling goofily in front of you and the scowling brunette hovering behind him, mind racing with how you should answer.

Pietro seemed nice, sure, but he wasn’t really your type, yet you felt an obligation to be nice towards him. He did just save your life.

His sister, what was her name? Oh yeah, Wanda. Wanda, well, Wanda is simply breathtaking yet so, so intimidating. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take being under the scrutiny of emerald she carelessly throws towards you in intervals.

Wanda’s head tilts to the side, her eyes locking with yours intently after that thought and you find yourself panicking, it’s almost like she could hear what you’re thinking.

She smirks and reaches forward to loop her arm with Pietro’s.

“Can you not see she’s shopping, Piet? Come on, let’s leave her to it. You can find another toy to play with.”

After many complaints and a struggle, Wanda manages to drag her brother back in the direction that they had come from, Pietro shouting an apology and a stream of numbers that left my mind as soon as they arrived.

You watch while they get further and further from you, mouth agape in shock as you process the entire interaction. Just before they disappear from sight in the crowd, the brunette turns to look at you over her shoulder, her once green irises swallowed by red and a devilish smirk plastered on her lips.

A mixture of terror and dizzying heat rushes through your body, causing a quiver in your knees and you find yourself straining over the tops of the people rushing through the streets for just one more glimpse of the girl.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

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A couple of weeks had passed since your strange encounter with the twins yet it seemed to be all you could think about. Every moment of every day, from the second you opened your eyes and even in all your dreams, the brunette girl with irises as green as sea glass dominated your thoughts.

No matter what you did to try to distract yourself, nothing was able to shift the borderline obsessive desire you had to know more about her.

Shuffling into your apartment after a long day at work, you dump your keys on the table and head straight to the window to close the blinds. The sky outside had darkened, the orange sun floating beneath the clouds as it made its descent to the horizon and you take a minute to appreciate the scene then gently tug the blinds down.

Just as you begin to settle into your favourite spot on the couch, a heavy knock at the door startles you. A sigh breathes from your lips as you lug yourself up and over to the door, swinging it open.

You immediately take a step back, breath hitching when you reveal Wanda stood outside your apartment, propping herself up lazily against the doorframe.

“Hi, detka,” She grins, inviting herself in and pushing past me into the lounge.

“Wanda, what- What are you doing here?”

“I got sick of hearing my brother ramble on and on about the pretty little thing he’d so heroically saved wondering if he’d see her again so I ditched him.” She shrugs, throwing herself down on the couch.

“Okay… But why are you HERE?”

“Aw, don’t act like you don’t want me here. What is it? Am I too intimidating?”

She exaggerates the last word, a knowing smile settling on her face and your earlier panic returns, your skepticism that the girl couldn’t read your thoughts from your last meeting wavering.

“Don’t just stand there, come sit with me.”

Wanda pats the cushion beside her and with a flick of her wrist, the front door slams closed in a flash of red and you find yourself being drawn back to the couch.

“H- How did you do that?”

“How do you think my brother saved your life, medovyy? Magic,” She whispers, waving her fingers in front of my face. Suddenly, she reaches forwards to grab my chin between her thumb and forefinger, angling it towards her. “I’ve been watching you, dorogoy, and I admit, I do see what has my brother so taken with you.”

Your breath once again catches in your throat, darting your eyes nervously around the room.

“It’s a shame he’s not the twin that makes your thighs clench. Have you been thinking of me, detka?” She growls quietly, her free hand wedging between your legs that you had indeed subconsciously squeezed together.

“Wanda- I-“

“Shh, shh, shh, krasivaya devushka. I know you want me. I heard it in that busy little head of yours.” Wanda releases your chin and taps lightly at your temple. “Come here.”

Her hands move to your hips, effortlessly lifting you from beside her and into your lap and, much to your dismay, you audibly gasp when a bulge presses into you as you perch on top of her thighs.

Wanda chuckles, sweeping your hair aside to muzzle into your neck and you can feel the grin pulling her lips as she begins to graze her teeth against your skin.

“Whatever will I tell Pietro…” She murmurs, nipping a larger patch of skin between her teeth and suckling until a deep, red mark stains above my collarbone.

“…When he sees my bruises on your neck.”

You bite your lip against the moan fighting to escape, trying with all your might to create the smallest of movements in Wanda’s lap, shamefully searching for the friction you're too embarrassed to ask for as she continues to litter her stamp across your skin.

You barely knew this girl, you hadn’t even told her your address or anything about yourself and yet here she is, in your home with you in her possession.

“In my possession, mmm? I think that’s something I could get used to.” Her voice sounds almost animalistic in your ear, her hands on your hips tightening and she roughly repositions you to straddle either side of her waist.

The movement made the toy in her pants press directly against your heat causing you to cry out breathlessly and you spot the moment Wanda’s pupils devour the rest of her eye, her face turning hungry with desire.

She scrapes one hand up your back to tangle into the base of your hair and uses the other to cup your ass as she yanks you forwards into a bruising kiss. You both release a throaty groan when your lips meet, Wanda immediately sucking your lower lip between her teeth and fighting her tongue into your mouth.

The sensation of Wanda exploring past your lips and over your tongue was intoxicating, creating a lightheaded daze to capture your mind.

Your hands found their way to her long, perfect waves, weaving between the strands to hold her impossibly closer, eliciting a moan from the brunette that set your stomach ablaze. When your hips begin to rock against hers, she pulls away, weighing you down with a snarl.

“No.”

Red strands of energy spiral from her fingertips, winding around your body until you’re completely bound, chest thrumming with terror and excitement.

Wanda grins, gathering you into her arms and carrying you through your apartment to your room, throwing you down roughly onto the mattress. With a snap of her fingers, the clothes adorning your body vanish in a blur of scarlet, leaving you completely exposed for her.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, all tied up like that for me, detka. Red looks good on you.”

She climbs up your body, the material of her clothes against your bare skin causing your muscles to twitch sensitive beneath her. When her face becomes level with yours, you find yourself staring between her eyes and the soft plump lips below, fighting the urge to reach up and drag her down to meet yours.

Wanda chuckles, nestling into your neck and you gasp when you feel her teeth drag harshly on your skin, knowing she was restarting her assault of mark making.

By the time she had worked her way down your body to your hips, your entire upper torso was painted with signs of Wanda and you were a writhing mess beneath her, struggling earnestly against your restraints to touch her.

“That will do.” Wanda hums, travelling back up to press her lips to yours, deepening the kiss until every cell in your body was consumed with the woman and the only air you could breathe was hers.

A desperate whine leaves you when she pulls up and clambers off the bed, snapping her thumb once more to release the binds around you.

“On your knees, detka.”

You scramble to follow her instructions, practically flying off the bed to kneel in front of her, hands palm down on your thighs as you gaze up at her.

“Good girl. So good at listening.” Wanda coos, cupping your cheek with her hand.

She slowly begins to unbutton her shirt, letting it fall to the floor while she unzips her pants and shimmies gracefully from each leg.

Your heart stutters in your chest when the clasp of her bra is undone and the most beautiful pair of breasts you’d ever seen gently fall with a bounce, the only thing distracting you from the sight is the large bulge staring directly at your eye level behind her briefs.

“I’m up here, sweet girl. Such a dumb baby.” Wanda’s finger hooks under your chin, lifting your attention to her eyes.

Her thumb traces over your lips, pushing inside and you swirl your tongue around the tip, suckling it lightly.

“That’s it, detka. Now, get my cock ready for that pretty pussy of yours, okay?”

Her underwear disappears right before your eyes, leaving you face to face with the thick strap harnessed to her hips. With one last glance at the beauty above you, the light behind her casting a glow around her silhouette as she watches you with wide eyes as you take the toy in your hand and place the tip to your lips.

Repeating your earlier actions with her thumb on the toy, she groans when you take more into your mouth and bunches your hair into her fist, guiding you along the length until it’s pressed to the back of your throat.

Wanda jerks her hips, grinning as you gag on the toy and begins to thrust it roughly into your mouth, a flurry of moans spilling from her as the harness rubs against her clit. Your hands curl around her thighs while you take the toy, trails of drool slipping from the corners of your mouth as you keep your eyes on Wanda.

“Good girl, detka. Taking it so well, so good with your mouth.”

It only took a few more sloppy thrusts until the friction became too much for Wanda and she came undone, slowing her movements as she eased herself through the orgasm while her nails scraped against your scalp.

When she withdraws the toy from your mouth, a long column of salvia connects the tip to your swollen lips while you peer up with batting eyelids and Wanda let’s out a throaty growl, using her powers to lay you on your back on the mattress.

The red spirals return from her fingers, pushing your thighs to your chest and spreading your legs until your glistening cunt was in full display for her, causing her to moan.

“So pretty.” She murmurs, moving closer to kiss you and the silky sensation of her soft lips against your bruised ones was ecstatic, your moan vibrating the kiss.

You moan again when you feel the pads of her fingers swipe through your folds and you become transfixed as she lifts them to her mouth, sucking them into her mouth with a pop.

“And so sweet.”

She leans forwards to kiss you again and you groan when you taste yourself on her tongue, sighing as she shifts between your legs, her skin gliding across yours.

Wanda slaps the toy against your cunt, chuckling when your hips jerk towards the pressure. She begins moving the tip through your folds, collecting your juices on the top before rubbing it in tight circles against your clit, watching with devouring eyes while your wriggle and writhe below her.

“You’re all my brothers talked about, did you know that? And every time it made my blood boil. Hearing how he was going to woo you the next time he saw you, how he’d get you eventually. I’m sick of Pietro always getting what he wants.”

Wanda places a hand by either side of your head to support herself as she husks the words an inch from your face.

“He won’t get you though, will he, sweet girl? You’re all mine.”

Her lips crash against yours as she pushes the head of the toy through your folds and past your entrance, swallowing your moans while she stretches you out.

Any thought previously occupying your mind vanished, dominated only by the burning fullness spreading in the pit of your abdomen.

Wanda keeps her hips still, smirking devilishly while she watches you adjust to the toy and start rocking your hips desperately against her, wanting her to begin movement.

“What do you want, dorogoy? Tell me.” She utters, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Please.” You whine, jerking your hips again.

“Please what? Beg for me, detka, tell me what you need.”

“Please, please fuck me. I need you to fuck me, ple- fuck!”

Wanda pulls the entire length of the toy from your heat before slamming back in, setting into a steady rhythm while she pounds into you.

Her lips move against yours while she reaches one hand down to draw tight circles against your clit with her thumb. You moaned loudly into her mouth as the sensations overwhelmed you, pressure building every stronger in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Mommy!”

Your body tensed when you realised what you had said, eyes widening in fear of Wanda’s reaction but to your surprise, the brunette nips harshly at your lip with a growl before pulling back to fuck the toy harder into you.

“I know, malyshka, I know. You’re being such a good girl for Mommy. Tak milo dlya menya (So pretty for me).”

You clench around the toy buried inside you at her words, your groans and whimpers intensifying as you jerk your hips needily towards her.

Wanda leans back down flush against your front, pressing harsh kisses up your ribcage to your chest and you can hear her hum with satisfaction through her grunts.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum!”

“Not yet.” Wanda links her fingers with yours, pressing them into the mattress as she takes longer and deeper strokes inside of you, using her magic to lift your legs higher to your chest.

The new angle provided the strap perfect access to your g-spot over and over with every thrust and you feel your eyes flutter close as the pleasure becomes too much for your body to comprehend.

You yelp at a sharp bite on your lips, your eyes flying open to meet Wanda’s, pupils blown with lust and a light sheen of sweat coats her face.

“Keep your eyes on me, detka. Now, beg Mommy. Tell me which twin you belong to.” She growls, slowing to an agonising pace.

“Please, Mommy! I belong to you Mommy, only want you. Please let me cum!” Tears swim in your eyes at your frustration.

“You’re such a good girl, malyshka. Cum for me, my pretty girl. All mine.”

She quickens her pace once more and with a final thrust of her hips, you shatter beneath her with a throaty moan, squeezing her fingers tightly while she fucks you gently through your release.

Wanda kisses you, pushing the toy in and out of your clenching cunt until you're squirming beneath her again, begging her to stop.

“Too much, Mommy!” You whimper, pushing your hips as far into the mattress as you can to try and escape her.

“Shh, milaya, Mommy knows what’s best for her pussy. You have one more in there.”

It didn’t take long until you dissolve once more, your vision fading to black as the ecstasy wracks through your body.

“Good girl. My good girl, did so well for your Mommy. I’m so proud of you.” Wanda murmurs lovingly as she gently withdraws the strap, lifting it from her hips and tossing it on the floor.

She rolls over to the bed beside you, tugging you into her side and tracing soothing circles on your back while you recover from your orgasm.

When your chest finally slows, Wanda pushes herself to the end of the bed before helping you up on shaky legs and guiding you to the bathroom.

“Come on, my sweet girl, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Entering the bathroom, she leans you against the sink and grabs the wash cloth draped over the towel wrack. Wanda wet’s it with warm water before wiping it softly over your eyes and cheeks and rinses it beneath the tap.

She then spins you around, pressing you over the counter and reaches between your legs to clean the mess she had created. You groan as the cloth touches your sensitive cunt, eyes darting to watch the woman in the mirror in front of you.

Your eyes, however, travel to yourself and you gasp quietly when you see the patchwork of bruises suckled across your skin. You trace your fingers across them, starting from beneath your jaw all the way to the bottom of your waist.

Wanda throws the washcloth into the laundry basket before observing you for herself in the reflection, smirking when she notices you admiring her handy work.

She flicks her hand out and her phone flies into her palm in a red haze. She then presses her front against your back, circling one arm around your chest, covering one boob with her hand and hiding the other with her forearm.

“What are you doing?” You ask, moaning slightly when she squeezes the breast in her grasp.

Wanda holds her phone up and nestles her face into your neck, sucking the bottom of your ear into her mouth and you hear the click of her phone camera as a low groan escapes your lips.

She pulls up the photo, holding it out for the both of us to examine. Your eyes were heavily lidded with a small ‘o’ shaping your swollen lips while the girl behind you cradles your marked and naked body, visible from the waist up and your tits firmly squeezed in her hold.

“I need something to show my brother next time he kids himself he’ll ever have a chance with you, printsessa. Pietro needs to know you belong to me now.”

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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The Woods. | w. maximoff

summary: in which a hike in the woods costs you your freedom and your innocence.

warnings: dark!wanda, dubcon/non-con, kidnapping, smut, cumstrap, degradation, we can all sign up for therapy together

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

masterlist.

Sweat was starting to seep through your thin workout shirt as the sun shone down on your skin. No matter how many times you hiked this mountain, it always seemed harder than the last.

Although it was a cooler day, the sun, mixed with having hiked for hours, was causing you to become overheated. A stubborn little thing, you pressed on, your dirtied tennis shoes stomping over rocks that became sharper and chunkier the deeper you went into the forest around the mountains. You always liked this trail because it was secluded from all the other hikers and more challenging, but it was becoming cumbersome to avoid all these large rocks in your way. The trail was up on the edge of a hill, and to your left side was a deep slope through dense trees. You couldn’t even see the ground below, between all the trees and scattered leaves, but you knew it was far, so you tried to stay alert.

Your legs were begging for rest. They were becoming weak, and your breaths harder to draw from the air. Nonetheless, you pressed on, trying to enjoy the sound of woodland creatures like the birds singing and the deer you occasionally saw scampering through the wood. You were blissfully unaware of another woodland creature in your surroundings.

Sweat dripped over your eyebrow, and as you went to wipe it away from your eye, you didn’t notice that a particularly sharp rock was in your path. All you felt was the sharp stone cut into the heel of your foot through your shoe, throwing off your balance. You slipped.

Your face hit leaves and sticks as your body rolled, and you felt yourself begin to violently tumble downwards. You couldn’t grab hold of anything because gravity was pulling you downwards through trees that smacked your back and sticks and thorns that scratched your arms and face. You tried to shield your head and roll your body to protect yourself or even convince gravity to let up on you, and it seemed like you were tumbling forever until your head smacked into a particularly large tree that did not give way to your weight. With a huff, you finally stopped, finding yourself staring up at the sky that spun above you. There was a pain at the top of your head, one that seized your brain and rendered you unconscious.

You heard a soft humming. It was a woman’s voice, humming along to some sort of tune that you couldn’t quite recognize. It was a sort of lullaby, and it eased your brain awake so that you could open your eyes.

The pain in your head was unbearable, and if it weren’t for being concussed, you would have screamed from it. Although you were awake, you weren’t quite conscious, unable to register what kind of ceiling you were staring up at until it seemed you finally snapped to. You couldn’t remember what had happened, but you knew something had happened. Blinking, you could hardly see anything, and you started to panic that you had hit your head so hard you turned blind. As your eyes struggled to focus, you could make out the wooden panels of ceiling ahead of you, and that wherever you were, it was dark.

You tried to move your limbs, groaning at the sore feeling in the process. It felt like you had been in a car crash or something. You met a resistance as you tried to move, and at first, thinking your body was just malfunctioning, you tried harder to move your arms and legs, but then you felt something tied around your wrists and ankles. Slowly turning your pounding head, you saw in the dark that there was rope tied around your wrists, and assumedly around your ankles, too. You noticed they were tied to a headboard, which led to the realization that that you were laying on a bed.

Now more alert, you raised your head and looked at your surroundings. Through the darkness, you could tell that the room was small and made of wood. Through a window straight ahead, you could see moonlight shining upon trees that softly swayed outside. It had been morning when you went on the hike… What happened between morning and night?

It was a cabin—you could tell by the wooden walls and floors. The bed you were laying on was in a small bedroom with a desk sitting under the window. There were books scattered all across the desk, along with random things like crystals and strangely shaped glass containers filled with different colored liquids. A book was lying face open on the edge of the desk, and the chair was crooked as if someone had gotten up without pushing it into the desk.

As your eyes drifted around the room, you noticed strange markings on the walls. They were in some other language, but you noticed odd symbols carved in between, one being an eye and the other a silhouette of a woman. You then realized that you were hearing a voice humming from another room, turning your head towards the closed door.

“Help!” you yelled, yanking on the restraints on your arms and legs and trying to sit up as far as you could. “Help!”

The humming suddenly stopped, and the cabin was completely silent besides the sound of the wind and crickets outside. You waited for whoever was humming to come find you, until you realized just how stupid you were. You were tied up in this bed in this cabin—that person is probably the one who did it.

Sickness filled your stomach as you realized that you had been kidnapped. You, who was always so careful and so watchful, had been abducted. Your mind began to wonder what tortures would be bestowed upon you, and you only wished that they would just kill you.

Then again, you wondered how far you might be from help. You were obviously in the woods, probably somewhere near your hiking trail. Or, you might be miles and miles away—you had apparently been unconscious for several hours—there was no telling how far your captor had taken you.

If you were somewhere near the mountain, which was the best-case scenario, you tried to remember if you knew of any cabin in the woods there. Most of the mountain was public property, considering it had a public walking trail on it, except…

If your hands weren’t tied, you would’ve slapped yourself for having that thought. For your entire life, you had heard all the rumors about a cabin in the woods near that mountain, in the part that was not owned by the state. A witch, as they called it—the witch in the woods.

It was only child talk, campfire stories, Halloween myths. It was all bullshit, and you had always believed that. Whatever cabin you were in was most likely owned by a creepy old man who was probably going to saw your head off and put it in a jar, at best.

After several moments of silence filled with your swirling and concussed thoughts, you heard footfalls. The rope holding your wrists squeaked as you tensed, listening to the footsteps come closer to the room, floorboards squeaking beneath their weight. You listened, the sound echoing in your ears before the door slowly squeaked open.

What you saw frightened you worse than how seeing a creepy old man would have frightened you. A woman stood tall in the doorway, a pair of deadened eyes boring right into yours through the darkness. The pale moonlight illuminated the orange flames of hair curling down her shoulders. There were shadows around her dark eyes, and her hand on the doorknob slowly closing the door shut flaunted unnaturally blackened fingertips. What frightened you the most was what looked like horns coming to sharp points on her head, but as she took a heavy step closer, you could see it was a sort of crown.

“You’re awake,” came a feminine yet husky voice that brought a cold chill within you, as if she had blown the outside autumn breeze through her lips. Adrenaline filling you, you tried to tug on your restraints. “Don’t,” she snapped, her tone so harsh it made you instantly comply.

“Please,” you softly begged, voice akin to a frightened child’s. Your forgetfulness became clear when your innate human urge to escape led you to mindlessly tug on your restraints again.

The woman wafted towards you suddenly, causing you to shriek as she snatched your jaw in her hand, squeezing your face hard. Your eyes were wide as you stared up at her face full of fury. She was slightly pale, as if she were ill, and her hand on your jaw was freezing cold. “What… did I say?” she hissed, leaning close to your face as she seethed through her teeth.

You were trembling from fear yet frozen at the same time, trying to pull your face out of her grip, but she yanked your face until you stilled from the dizziness it caused you.

“You’re just as stupid as you look,” she growled venomously. “Walking alone on a rocky path, and now you can’t even follow simple orders. Pathetic.”

“Help!” you tried to scream, but she slapped her hand over your mouth, nearly pressing her lips against the back of her hand with how close she came to you.

“No one will hear you from here,” she taunted, a sickening grin forming on her lips. “And if you want to stay alive, I suggest you shut—up!” She punctuated her words by aggressively releasing your face and standing straight.

Your face lulled to the side as you winced, the pounding in your head growing fearsome. A pressure blared the inside of your skull, and the woman tilted her head as her gaze changed.

“Poor little thing. Hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?” she lilted in a patronizing tone. “I can make it go away.”

“Please let me go,” you quietly begged, closing your eyes because even the darkness was still somehow too bright for your pulsing headache.

The woman’s lip twitched as if she was about to yell at you again, but instead she seemed to calm herself. She outstretched a hand, which you flinched away from, and firmly pressed it over your head. Through your squinted eyes, you watched a red flare swirl in her irises. Suddenly, the pressure in your head began to fade until your brain felt completely clear.

You looked bewildered as she took her hand away, and you noticed that although it was cold, it was soft. “What are you?” you whispered as she stared at you blankly.

Taking a small intake of breath, she casually looked away from you and to your athletic shorts. You had attained scratches from your fall, your legs and arms all marked up with long, red streaks. The woman pressed a finger to one on your thigh, to which you winced, and slowly dragged her finger upwards until it was reaching the hem of your shorts.

“What was a girl like you doing walking all alone? In the woods—wearing these del-ect-ably short shorts.” She dragged her finger under the hem of the shorts, slowly dragging them up and exposing more of your thigh. You tried to jerk away from her, but your restraints would not let you.

“It’s true,” you whispered falteringly. “You’re… the witch.”

Her eyes darkly flashed to you as a smirk rounded her lips. “Is that what you think I am?” There was a tone of playfulness in her voice, but you could not decipher what game she was playing.

“I… I don’t know.” Your weak answer only made her crawling smirk widen.

“I’ll show you what I am,” she husked as she flattened her palm over your skin and slid it downwards to cup your inner thigh, pressing her black fingertips into your tender flesh.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you breathily begged, tears forming in your eyes as fear ran rampant in your blood. It seemed as though she could smell it, looking even more pleased to see the glimmer of tears in your eyes.

“So cute when you’re begging,” she said through a sneer as she watched the way her fingers left indents in your thigh. “I’ll have you begging for me to hurt you soon enough.” She moved her hand to your hip, trailing her fingers up your shirt. Her cold fingertips on your stomach made you shiver, and you could distinctly feel them running over every goosebump on your skin. “Do you know why you are here, detka?”

You didn’t answer her, because her fingers were pushing your shirt up your abdomen, and you tried to ignore the flurries of warmth that followed her touch.

“When I saw you this morning, walking alone in the woods like an innocent little deer, I knew you had to be mine. Someone to live here with me, to sleep with me in my bed, to eat meals with me… to touch…” She ghosted her hands over your bra, jutting her lower jaw out hungrily as she felt the form of your breasts through the material. “Someone to be my perfect companion. And you…” Her eyes connected to yours again. “You’re perfect.” Something of a smile grew on her face, a sad and fleeting one before a look of hunger replaced it. Suddenly, she raised her hand in a flash of red light, and your clothes disappeared from your body.

You shrieked at suddenly being naked and cold on that bed, but the witch paid no mind as all her interest was laid upon your nude form.

“You are such a beautiful darling,” she complimented you as she let her eyes take you completely in. You felt so exposed under her gaze, trying to wiggle against the restraints in hope that they would decide to let you loose. Even if you got free, this witch had powers you knew nothing of, and you wouldn’t stand a chance.

The witch suddenly put her knee up on the mattress, crawling onto the bed and over your body. The mattress dipped with her weight as she kneeled between your legs, holding herself up by placing a hand on either side of your head. She was on top of you now, cornering you down on that bed with both her body and her starving gaze.

She took one hand away from the bed and graced it over your cheek, rounding your jaw and trailing up your chin before pressing two fingertips to your lips. You squeezed them shut, and she demanded you with, “Open.” You shook your head, but she forced them past your lips anyway, sliding her fingers into your mouth. You nearly gagged as they slid deeply down your tongue and nearly hit the back of your throat. They were certainly long.

“Your mouth feels heavenly,” she heavily breathed, her pupils dilating at the sight and feel of your warm mouth around her fingers. A thought crossed your mind to try and bite her fingers off, but something in you told you that would do nothing for your case. There was also something else in you, something you could feel rising to the surface, that made your mouth suction around your fingers. Her eyes alighted when she felt this, her eyebrows lowering deviously.

Your cheeks burned bright red as she slowly dragged her fingers out of your mouth and raised them to her own, sliding them inside and sucking them. She held the eye contact that was starting to make you squirm as she took her fingers out of your mouth and then lowered them down between your spread legs, sliding them inside you without warning. Taken by surprise, you cried out, feeling a bit of pain even though her fingers were wet and, admittedly, so were you.

The witch hissed at the feeling of your pussy tightening around her fingers, and you felt a throb of pleasure beat shamefully within you. Her fingers slid deep inside you, pulling halfway out before she jutted them back in harder, causing you to jump and let out a squeak. When she curled them at their deepest point and massaged directly into your sweet spot, the tension in your body started to melt away, and you couldn’t stop a soft moan that strung from your lips.

“Do you like that, detka?” she grunted as she started thrusting her fingers inside you, hitting that spot repeatedly.

You squeezed your eyes shut and squirmed against your restraints, trying to avoid letting yourself feel good about her touch, but your body was feeling hot all over. She smirked and pulled her fingers out, putting them back into her mouth and sucking your juices off them. You were shocked at feeling empty and longing for her fingers inside you, and the sight of her eyes fluttering closed at the taste of you made the fire within you burn even brighter.

Her jade eyes fluttered open again to look directly at you as she pressed the flat of her palms on your stomach and slid them up to your breasts, boldly taking them in both hands and squeezing them.

“So soft,” the witch moaned, her voice seeming to hiss in your ear. Had she put you under a spell? Was she using some sort of dark magic to make your body feel so pleasured by this strange woman’s touch, who had nonetheless abducted you and was holding you hostage in the cabin? The sad truth was that there was no spell, although she was certainly capable of it.

Entranced, you found yourself longing for her to touch you again where you were suddenly desperate for her.

As if hearing your thoughts, she looked at you suddenly with a smirk. “I’m glad you’re getting used to me so quick.” She waved a palm full of crimson magic which made her clothes disappear but equipped her with something that made that fear rise in you again. A scarlet dildo, large and wide, was attached to her and resting on your thigh.

“Don’t look so scared, detka,” she whispered. “If you’re going to be my companion, you need to learn.” She cupped your cheek with her hand, and you could smell yourself on her fingertips. You suddenly were scared again, feeling as if you were snapping out of whatever spell she must have put you under.

“Please, let me go,” you begged, tugging on your restraints. “Let me go, please. I won’t tell anyone.” You were yanking on the ropes now, feeling them cut into your skin. “Please, just—”

A slap to your face made you fall limp against the bed. It had struck you like lightning, leaving you feeling scorched and weakened. Your hair was covering your face that was laid to the side, your head spinning again as if she had slapped the concussion back into you.

A gentle hand softly combed your hair away from your face, fingertips taking your chin and turning you to look up at her. The look on her face was softer now. “Be a good girl. You’ll thank me soon, I promise.”

You felt the tip of her cock pressing against you, and she moved her hips so that it slid through your folds. You could even hear just how wet she had made you, and the feeling of her hand rubbing circles into your clit made you wake up a bit. As much as you did not want to like it, her fingers felt so good on your clit, and her strap teasing your entrance, and her hand that took your nipple between her fingers and rubbed and pinched it… She had managed to work you up so that you were bucking your hips up to her.

“Good, detka,” she grinned for the first time, and you noticed how beautiful she truly was. You took that moment to take her nude form in—she was breathtaking, truly. You had never seen a woman so beautiful, almost as if she were handcrafted to draw you in and take you under her spell.

“Please,” you quietly begged after she continued to tease you for several moments, and her eyebrows rose in surprise.

“I told you I would have you begging,” she huskily whispered before lining herself with your entrance and snapping her hips forward so that she entered you all at once.

The size of her strap stretched you out so that you cried out in pain, back arching off the bed as you felt the ropes slice more into your wrists.

“Oh, God,” the witch moaned, throwing her head back and holding onto your hips with bruising force as she moved herself around deep inside you before slowly dragging out and forcing herself back in, causing you to cry in pain. She noticed your tears, pausing to place a hand upon your cheek and wipe your fallen tears away. “Shhhh, hush now. You’re doing so good, detka. It’s your first time, isn’t it?”

Feeling hot tears stream down your face, you nodded. The witch cooed and leaned forward, keeping herself still inside you, and pressed a kiss to your lips. She let the kiss linger for a moment, and you found yourself strangely calming down.

Keeping her lips on yours, she slowly started to move, hushing you each time you let out a whine and quieting you with a kiss. You were offput by her sudden sweetness, but it quickly began to fade as she grew impatient and hungry.

Her hands returned to your hips to clutch them tightly, moving her lips to your neck and suckling your skin softly, complimenting how sweet you smelled. As the pain started to reside, you felt pleasure blooming inside you. She was so big and so deep that you could feel her in your lower tummy as her thrusts began to quicken.

“You’re a perfect pet,” she growled into your neck, bringing a hand to squeeze your breast. “It’s taking everything in me to not ruin you our first time together… your pretty, perfect little pussy.” Her dirty words made your cheeks hot, and you started to moan from the pleasure she was giving you. Her hips were thrusting hard between your legs, the bed starting to shake against the wall. Her nails were digging into your hips that blood drew from beneath your skin and dripped down to the sheets.

“Oh, fuck,” the witch moaned as her thrusts grew sloppy. She tried to slow herself down for a moment, sucking hard on your neck and leaving dark purple and red marks all over your skin, but she was too far gone to slow herself down. In whatever daze you were in, you felt yourself also coming close.

Groaning, she slipped a hand beneath you to grab at your ass, pulling you closer into her so that she could fuck you even deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the sparks of climax reached you, and with a painful bite to your shoulder, she came right after you. Your orgasm was prolonged when you felt hot liquid filling your pussy as the witch moaned into your shoulder and scratched desperately at your ass cheek. You were nearly blind now as you finally started to come down, feeling her fall limp against you with her entire weight over you. Her warm breath came in pants against your neck as she laid still inside you, some of her cum dripping out of you and spilling onto the bed.

Whatever thoughts you had of trying to escape were gone as the witch already had you completely under her spell and filled with her cum. You were hers now, her perfect little pet that she would keep forever to fuck and love. As she leaned up from your neck to look down at you, she smirked, a glint of red swirling in her eyes. You were damned to the woods with her forever.

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭

maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)

and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵‍💫🤭

Stress Relief

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation

A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3

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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence.

With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe.

Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.

She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please.

Always such a good girl.

And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.

Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed.

About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion.

Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you.

Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.

The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often.

For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted.

Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions.

She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.

As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples.

When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”

“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”

Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.

When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.

“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.

“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her.

When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.

“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.

“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”

When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak.

You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue.

“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily.

Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin.

“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”

You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple.

You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.

What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.

Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with.

One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.

You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you.

She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.

Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand.

“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.

“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”

She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.

“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night.

One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.

Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.

Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded.

Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper.

You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy.

You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.

That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”

“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”

You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically.

“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together.

That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest.

She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own.

She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower.

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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Iron on Your Lips | Taste

Pairing: Vampire!Wanda x Reader

Request: "Two words, vampire, voyeurism - with wanda of course I mean that would be so fucking hot." - thank you for the request love

Warnings: 18+. smut - minors dni, voyeurism, obsession, perv reader, masturbation, mutual-esque masturbation?, blood, death (no one important), smacking, fingering, strap sex, blood drinking, degradation, think that's it

4,225 words | The Isle of Temptation Masterlist | Masterlist

One touch was all it took. A simple graze of the finger at the exchange of misplaced mail, and you were completely taken with your new neighbor. She intrigued you like nothing and no one ever has before. Sunk her hooks in you with only one sentence that brushed against your ears in the most tantalizing way.

I would love to have you over for dinner sometime

It was a terrifying thought, engaging in more than a simple wave when you saw her in passing. So you politely declined her offer with a cliche excuse that seemed to appease her in the moment. it was easier watching from afar, and you did. Night after night.

You often imagine what it would be like to be one of the men and women she brought home. Imagined how it would feel to have her hands roam your body, her lips grazing your skin. The first time you witnessed it, you didn’t mean to watch. You were getting ready for bed when you saw her bedroom light turn on. You knew you should have looked away, but the sight of your neighbor stripped down to her underwear held you captive with a burning need to see more of her.

It felt wrong intruding on such an intimate moment, but as she pushed her guest down onto the bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to close your curtains. Not when she took off her bra, and not when her hand began to disappear between the blonde woman's legs.

You felt ashamed reaching down to the wet patch that steadily grew in your panties, but as you watched her back muscles flex, and heard the woman scream her name, it became an addiction.

Wanda became an addiction.

“Need help with that?”

“Wh- shit.” You hit the ground hard as you fall off your step ladder. The humiliation hurt more than the pain as Wanda's amused face appeared above you.

“Are you alright?” She held out her hand, helping you up as she held in a chuckle.

You dust off your jeans as your cheeks warm, “I - yeah. I’m ok.”

Your breath hitches as she grabs your hand, “You’re hurt.” She pouts, and you wince at the small pebbles of blood on the scrape now beginning to sting as you notice it.

“It’s ok, it’s just a -

Your words die on your tongue as Wanda brings your hand up to her lips. She kisses the wound, eyes closing as an involuntary whimper escapes your throat at the feel of her soft lips.

“Sit down, I’ll change the light for you.” She rasped, letting go of your hand as you nod and move away from her. “You never did come over for dinner. It’s been weeks since I’ve asked.”

“I - I um, I’ve been busy.” You stammer, sitting on your stoop as Wanda hums and screws in your new porch light.

“It’s not because I make you nervous?” She glances down with a smirk as the light illuminates the darkness, and a predatory glint in her eyes never once did you think would be sent towards you.

She steps down from the ladder, approaching you step by step as you scramble for something to say, but the closer she became the harder it was to think.

“You’re so pretty.” She said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

The shiver that ran through your body did not go unnoticed by her as she traced her finger down your jaw, sliding it underneath your chin as she licks her lips.

You swallow thickly as she tilts your head up, the subtle action parallel to the woman she had on her knees for her last night. “Well, if you aren’t joining me tonight, maybe I'll put on a show for you instead.”

“What do you mean?” Your heart begins to beat like a drum in your ears. All this time you thought you were being discreet.

“You think I don’t know that you watch me?” She smirked, leaning down as you begin to drown in the embarrassment you feel, “You never stick around till the end though, why is that?”

“Wanda, I’m so sorry.”

“Why? It turns me on knowing you like to watch me fuck.” She husked, the green in her eyes darkening as you squirm underneath her. “Do you get bored after you cum? Is that why you look away before I’m done with them?”

You lips part in shock as she tilts her head, “No, I - I feel -

“Guilty?” She finished, feigning a pout as you nod. “How would you feel knowing I watch you too?”

“You do?” You whisper, breathing in her scent as her lips graze your ear.

“Mhm, but unlike you I’m clearly more discreet.”

She kissed your neck, smiling as you gasped. You clenched your thighs at her confession, being so close to her. Knowing that she felt the same way about you was more than you could handle, even still, when she pulls away you don’t have the courage to follow.

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It’s been a week since she’s brought anyone home, almost as if she was teasing you. The notion tugged at your core, seeped inside you and made you do things much more out of character than becoming a peeping tom.

Every morning and every night you stripped slowly, spending more and more time without clothing as you roamed your home. Just the thought that her eyes may be on you made the slick between your thighs double as you lay in bed and conjured her image in your mind.

You touched yourself more openly than before. Left your curtains open, sheets torn off your heated skin as you tried desperately to make yourself cum. You hope she saw that too. How badly you needed her, how you couldn’t escape and fall over the edge without her.

You were in the kitchen when you heard a car door slam outside of your house. Giggles that didn't belong to the redhead sent a spike through your chest as adrenaline began to course through your veins. You slowly turn everything off, knowing that if she saw you peek out of your curtains, she’d know just how desperate you’ve been for her.

You stop yourself from running up the stairs, knowing Wanda will take her time with her. She always does. They’re stripped and teased relentlessly before they can even know what color her bedroom walls are. When you close your door, you bite your lip in anticipation.

The heat between your thighs steadily grew knowing that she was aware of your watchful eye. By the time her door opens you were already drenched. Wanda had the woman in her arms, fingers digging into her skin as she made marks on her neck.

You trace your hand down your abdomen, the other squeezing your breasts as she pushes her back against the window. You gasp seeing Wanda’s breast on display, her hard nipple straining against the chill of the air as she stalks slowly towards her prey.

It felt different this time, more personal as she grabs the back of her hair tilting her head to the side. Your eyes meet as she licks a trail up her pulse point, fingers take a journey between your thighs that you know she’s making between the other woman's legs. The whimper that leaves your lips is desperate, aching as you circle your clit. Wanda’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment and you know she’s inside.

On shaky legs you copy the movement, three fingers sinking inside your aching hole knowing anything less wouldn’t be enough. You slap your hand against your mouth as you moan. You didn’t mean for it to be so loud.

Wanda’s eyes snap open, narrow as she picks up her pace. In a strange way you knew what she was trying to say.

Don’t hide your moans from me

You let go of your mouth, grabbing your tit instead as her muscles flex the faster she pounds the brunettes pussy.

“Wanda, fuck.” You curl your fingers, realizing she’s matching your pace as her green eyes never leave yours. The hunger in them threatens to snap the coil in your belly as it tightens with every stroke of your fingers.

All of a sudden she spins the woman around, bending her over. You slow your thrusts, not wanting to cum so soon this time. Not when her eyes roam over your body. Not when the strap between her legs pushes inside her. Her wails could be your own, you knew that. Craved that which each passing second.

Your fingers wouldn’t fill you enough, but her gaze would. Her attention filled you with such exhilaration, such heat that you began dripping down your thighs. You whine as she bottoms out with a smack to her ass. Pulling back as she smirks at you and your quivering thighs. Her thrusts were wanton, pushing her head further down so she’d never see what Wanda was really doing. Showing you how she’d fuck you if you gained the courage to cross her threshold.

Hips bucked against your fingers, lost rhythm as you tried to keep up with with how wild she fucked her. You whimpered trying to keep your eyes open, but they fluttered shut as her name fell from your lips like a chant. Over and over you moan her name as your cum covers your wrists and squelches around your fingers.

You lean against the window, catching your breath as they crack open to see her gone. “Fuck.” You whisper, turning away from the window just as you see a hand smack against the window.

You didn’t want to watch anymore, couldn’t without feeling a tightness in your chest that was never there before tonight. Gone were the days you felt guilt, only to be replaced with a burning envy.

You curled in on yourself, missing the way the hand began to claw at the sleek glass, smudging the pane with its fingertips as it shakes, and eventually fell limp.

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“This is stupid.” You mumbled, running your hands through your hair as you stare at her auburn door.

The entire day you were confident in this plan, but now you were beginning to have second thoughts. If you turn away now, she’d never know.

“No, stop. She told you to come over. More than once, but you were a pussy.” You grumble before you take a deep breath and journey up the stairs.

It was rare that she was home this late. Normally it would be right around the time she’d bring someone home. You knocked with the last bit of courage you had, but the first brush of your knuckles propelled the door forwards.

You panic slightly thinking Wanda may be in trouble. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, but everyone still locked their doors to be safe. You push it open further, peaking your head through as you glance around her living room.

“Wanda?”

You hear a thud upstairs propelling you forward as you creep towards the staircase. When you hear a grunt and a muffled cry of pain, your blood runs cold as the wooden floorboards begin to creak above you. You didn’t think twice before running up the stairs. The only thought on your mind was making sure she was ok, and getting her away from whoever was hurting her.

You burst open her bedroom door, stopping dead in your tracks as you see her holding the same woman from last night against the wall.

“Wanda, wh-

Her eyes were dark as she smirks, humming as she sucked the skin of her neck between her teeth.

“How cute, did you think someone was hurting me?” Her voice was low and deep, almost like a purr as she tilts the other woman's head. “Did you come in to rescue me, or did you come for something else hmm?”

“I - I

She chuckled as the woman began to fight back, smacking her arms, clawing at her skin as you stood frozen. You winced as the red head smacked her head against the wall. The whimper that fell from her lips sank your heart to your stomach as Wanda began to clench her jaw.

“Normally I don’t have the same meal twice in one day. Their taste becomes pretty dull after I’ve had it at peak orgasm, but I needed to keep her around.”

“Wh-why?” Your voice cracks as her sharp eyes meet yours.

“Ive watched you fuck yourself more times than I can count, but getting to watch you so openly, looking in your eyes as you cum for me - I - I needed something to satiate the desire I had in me to completely tear you apart. Kind of like right now.”

You gasped as green eyes are drowned out by a deep shade of red. Her jaw opens wide, sharp teeth grow unnaturally long as she tightens her hold on the woman before her. You didn’t notice you were moving until you trip over your own two feet, back landing against the wall with a thud as she sinks her fangs into the brunette's neck.

Wanda growled as she drained her dry, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her blood coursed through her veins. She licked her lips before she dropped the body to the ground without a care for the life that once filled it.

“This - this can’t be happening.” You whisper, shaking your head as you push yourself off the wall.

You barely made a step before Wanda was against you, pinning you against the wall as you whimper, “Where do you think you’re going? You just got here.”

Her pout was marred with blood, but even to you it was still deliriously adorable.

“You want to leave me?” She cooed, nuzzling against your cheek as you trembled.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

Her chuckle vibrated against your cheek, and you couldn’t help but melt against her as you felt her touch roam down your side.

“Only in ways that you’ll like.”

You whimper as she kisses the corner of your mouth, holding onto your jaw as you try and meet her lips with your own. For a moment you forget about the blood. About the way she ripped open the brunette's neck with her teeth.

“You’ve been putting on quite the show for me this week,” She hummed, kissing down your jaw as you nervously grab onto her waist, “Parading around naked like a dirty little whore.”

You cry out as she sucks a mark into your neck, pushing her thigh between yours as you grab onto her shoulders.

“Did it make you wet knowing I was watching you?” She husked, licking against the mark as she leans back, grabbing your throat.

You wanted to look away from her, wanted to stop the guilt twisting your gut again. You were aching in your shorts, even still when she revealed herself to you as a monster.

“Did it, detka?”

“Yes.” You whisper, giving into the shame as your slick dampened your panties.

Her smirk was sinful, sharp teeth glistening under the dim light as she grabs onto the collar of your shirt. The rip startled you as she tore it off your body, tossing the ruined fabric to the ground as she cupped your bra covered breasts in her hands.

You arched your back with a moan, hating the thin veil that separated her touch from your skin. Even still, your nipples strained against the fabric as her thumb teased them. She knew what you wanted, what you’ve always wanted from her, but she was taking her time.

“Wanda.” you whispered, grabbing onto her wrist as she pulled down the fabric, licking her lips at the sight of your pebbled nub.

You buck your hips against her thigh, ignoring every warning bell inside your mind. You wanted her ever since the moment you saw her leaning against her car the first night she moved in. You’ve only ever seen her in the dark, and now you know why. Even if your brain can’t make sense of it all, you now know that nothing could make you ever stop wanting her.

“I should have known.” She chuckled, grabbing your hips as you suck in a breath. She took over your movements, pushing you harder and faster against her thigh as you wrap your arms around her neck. “I should have taken you the first night I caught you watching me like a little pervert.”

You groan as she squeezes your ass, her other hand pulling at the waistband of your shorts, “I should have climbed through your window and fucked your tight little cunt while you slept.”

“Fuck, please.” You moan, trying to pull her closer as her thumb meets your clit. “Wanda, please.”

She growled, pulling her hand away from your hot center. Your protest was on the tip of your tongue only for her to shut you up, replacing her hand with her thigh. She pushed past the loose fabric, stroking against the slick coating your panties as you bite your lip.

You desperately hump her hand, seeking any friction you can get as she rests her forehead against yours, “So fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Your heart races as she moves your panties to the side. She feels so good parting your drenched folds, playing with your slick as she teases your aching hole. You want her inside, need her to fuck her long fingers inside so badly it begins to hurt. She kisses your lips surprisingly gentle as she pushes the tips of her fingers in, moaning as you flutter and clamp around them. She pulls them out, mesmerized by the trail of slick attached to them. “Are you always this wet, detka?”

“Only for you. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” You confess, rolling your hips as she growls and bottoms out inside you. “Oh, fuck!”

She fucks them deep as you thrust against her hand. You’re already so close and she’s barely started. “Gotta stretch you out for my cock, but something tells me no matter how big it is, you’ll take it for me like a good girl.”

“I want - fuck -”, You loose your breath as she adds another finger, stretching them out as she pushes them in and out so hard it burns. “I just want you - please. I wanna cum for you.”

She wraps your leg around her waist, rubbing your clit as she fucks you faster. You’ve never been this turned on in your life. Never felt so high before you crashed. Your hips lost rhythm, her speed was too fast for you to keep up with as the slosh of her fucking you reached your ears.

It burned your chest and turned you on more as you drip down her wrist. “Please, can I cum?”

“Such a slut.” She moans, smacking your face as you look up at her with glossy eyes. You wanted her to do it again, wanted her to make you feel like she owned you.

She grins as you clench around her fingers, “Wanda, please.”

“I love the way you sound moaning my name.” She circles your clit fast with her thumb, grabbing your throat tight in her hands as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Pl’se.” you chant, not being able to hold it when the coil begins to snap.

“Go ahead little girl, make a mess on my fingers.”

You choke on your moans as her fingers squeeze the side of your neck. You gush all over hand as she fucks you through your high, You never wanted it to end. You cling to her as she releases her grip letting you breath as your body tingles against her.

“Thank you.” you whimper, tucking your head in her neck as she begins to pull out. “Wait, don’t-

“Hush.” She smacks your ass, gripping the back of your thighs as she picks you up and carries you over to her bed. “So needy.”

You blush as she sits with you on her lap, lifting her gown past her thighs before ripping away the fabric that confined her red cock.

“It’s so big.” you whisper, grabbing onto her shoulders as she lets the straps of her gown fall down her arms.

The site of her hardened nipples made your mouth water. You wanted them in your mouth, wanted to sink your teeth into her flesh and mark her the way she’s marked you. You traced a path down her sternum, the drops of blood stained on her skin didn’t bother you like it should have.

“I want you to fuck me like you fuck them.” You said, digging your fingers in her shoulders as she pulled you closer.

“You stupid girl.” She cooed, nipping the side of your jaw, “I fucked them how I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”

She raised your hips as if you weighed nothing, sinking you down on her cock in one hard motion that stole the breath from your lungs. You grabbed the back of her neck as she thrust her hips, sinking it deeper inside as she used you like her own personal fleshlight.

You think of everyone she’s brought home, all the men and women she’s fucked, and drank from. Jealousy sneaks its way inside of you, and you hate that she hasn’t tasted you.

“Bite me.” You moan, picking up your pace as she smirks. “Drink from me, please.”

“So desperate to be mine in every way it seems.”

“Yes.” You admit, a whimper falling from your lips as she slows your pace.

“And if I take too much? If I kill you?”

“You - you won’t.”

“What makes you so sure?” She asked, tightening her grip as you cling to her back.

“You want me just as badly as I want you. You could have killed me at any time, but you didn’t.”

“You were just a game.” She husked, raising your hips, before slamming you down hard on her cock, shuddering at your moans. “Just a shiny new toy I've been dying to sink my fingers, and cock into. After so many years, a girl gets bored.”

“You’re lying.” You grab her hand, placing it on your throat as her eyes widen, “If I were just a game you would have fucked me before revealing yourself to me. If a fuck was all you wanted, I would be dead on the ground next to that bitch you brought home.”

You matched her glare as she narrowed her eyes. Blood stained her fingertips as she dug deeper into your skin. You gasped as she slammed your back against the mattress, before you could even blink she fucked her cock inside you, filling you to the brim.

Your screams met her ears as she grunted, snapping her hips against yours as she rutted into you. There was barely any white left in her eyes as she completely let go, the beast inside of her taking over as her fangs grew longer inside her mouth.

“Yes, fuck me.” You moaned, wrapping your legs around her waist.

“Were you jealous when I fucked her last night?” She taunted, fucking you harder as you began to nod, “Wanted it be you so fucking badly. So desperate for me.”

Anticipation grew as she nipped your collarbone, kissing her way up your pulse as she groans in your neck. “You smell so good.” She moaned, cradling your head in her hands as a hiss came from her throat.

You hold her tighter as her fangs brush your skin, the sharp sting nothing but a tease before she whimpers and sinks them into your flesh. The moan that left your throat was foreign to your ears as she pounded into you harder, every thrust matching her thirst as she drank from you. You cum on her cock as she savors your taste. The pleasure coursing through your veins as forbidden as a drug you would now forever be addicted to.

Your eyes flutter shut as your heart begins to beat in your ears. Hands begin to lose their grip as you lose your strength as she slows her thrusts to a complete stop.

“Wanda.” You moan, lightly stroking her cheek as she whimpers once more before pulling herself away.

“Fuck, Y/n.”

You crack open your eyes to see her red orbs watching you with wonder. You smile as you caress her bottom lip, tugging her gently to meet your lips in a kiss that took your breath away as you taste yourself.

Her fangs brush against your bruised lips, and you can’t help but lick against them not missing the way she shivers.

“Do you like how I taste?” You ask, insecurity laced in your voice as she leans down to lick the remaining drops from your neck. She sinks her body against you, kissing against the wounds as she nods.

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

You smirk as she pulls back to look at you, “Good.”

“Brat,” She chuckles, leaning in to kiss you as she thrusts her hips.

“Your brat.”

“Until the end of time.” She husked, lifting her hips as you moan against her lips.

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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puppy!R crying while gynecologist mommy!wanda i toying with their pussy😵‍💫 ‘oh my poor little girl.. shhh mama is just checking if everything is okay sweetie’

Inspections | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,157

Warnings: Pervy!Gynecologist!Wanda Maximoff, Patient!Reader, Innocence Kink, Medfet, Fingering, Squirting, Praise, Mommy Kink | 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: I saw this and immediately got inspired to write a little thing, so enjoy!

Summary: Visiting Dr. Maximoff always has its perks so long as you’ve behaved.

“Stay still, my darling girl. Don’t you want to be a good girl for mommy?”

The tender voice made you soften up, your body relaxing against the cool surface beneath you covered in paper sheets. Whether you wished to close your legs or not out of sheer cold from the freezing temperature in the room, she disallowed it. Leg holders kept them pried open with nothing but nudity surrounding your squirming body.

Hands coated with blue latex gloves danced across your tummy. They teased you, getting you to giggle by the ticklish nature you held before drifting downwards. Brushing against your cunt, curious fingers parted your wet folds, garnering a rather loud groan from your part.

“Mommy it’s really sticky down there,” you cried, tears already formed upon your glinting eyes out of pure desperation. “Make it better, please.”

“Shhh quiet down, little pup. You know you can’t be loud in mommy’s office. Otherwise they’ll hear,” came the hummed reply. “You and I both know you love our special sessions.” When she flicked a curious finger over your swollen clit, you arched your back and held back a hiss. “Oh my poor little girl. Shhh mama is just checking if everything is okay, sweetie. You know how important inspections are.”

Dr. Wanda Maximoff’s office was a safe haven since you had first visited only a few months prior. She never gave other patients the same affection she threw your way. A special princess like you required the utmost attention, her hands always playing around with your cunt as she made sure you were healthy. Not being aware of any negative connotations coming from it, you simply allowed your gynecologist to keep going. After all, such weekly visits were the highlights of your life.

“You’re dripping, honey. Your puppy parts are so adorably wet,” Wanda commented as her digits stimulated your bundle of nerves. “Have you let anyone but mommy touch you here? Have you touched yourself since the last time we saw each other, sweetheart?”

“No, mommy. You said I was your property,” you mumbled, eyes darting down to the slickness Dr. Maximoff fiddled with. “No one else but you can touch me, right?”

“That’s right, my love. This is all mommy’s property.” Wanda accented her words by slapping your pussy lightly, more than elated about the priority she held in your life. She had taken your innocence, and now held every fiber of your body at the tips of her fingers, easily molding you into a submissive animal for her to control. “Someone deserves a treat for being such a good pup. You know that if at any point it feels icky at home, mommy is one call away. Do you still have the fun toys I gave you for your birthday?”

You vividly remembered the bright blue dildo stuffed in the depths of your closet, used at times at the thought of her whenever your doctor gave you the green light. “Yes, doctor.”

“Good girl.”

Wanda’s diligent fingers traced down your slit, already having explored it various times. She tilted her head upon seeing your adorably tight hole begging to be stretched out, having been left gaping from time to time by her immersive collection of toys she had sprawled across her office. Teasing your entrance caused her to shudder. Even with the gloves in place, Wanda could still feel the warmth across her fingers that were oozing with your juices.

Pressing her tips against your pussy, it wasn’t long until she eased them inside, already having rubbed enough lubricant upon them alongside the natural one. She kissed the inside of your parted thighs as she slowly inched deeper, grunting at the incredible tightness that surrounded her fingers. You still required proper training when it came to taking bigger toys, let alone her fingers. Perhaps she’d need to give you homework so you’d come prepared to the office.

“You’re doing such a good job, my little lovebug. Just look at how well you’re taking my fingers. Mommy is so proud!” Wanda’s joy was everlasting. She leaned down to place her lips upon your clit, kissing hard before nuzzling her face against it. Peppered embraces were dropped upon your abdomen, pleas for more dying upon your lips given the sheer delicious pleasure you faced. “We’re going to try something new today. Do you trust me?”

No hesitation was needed for your answer. “Yes, mommy.”

With pride upon her very being, Wanda hummed. She pumped a pair of fingers deep into your cunt, pulling them out at times before forcing them back inside, curling the digits so as to press against your sweetest spot. Your body carried fire upon it as she teased every inch of you, her lips everywhere, free hand groping you whenever and wherever it could, all while she harshly fucked you.

The pressure within you was far too much. Cheerful praises were thrown your way, urging you to take her better while reminding you to be good and keep quiet. The last thing you wished for was to never see your favorite doctor again, to not have Wanda’s soft caresses bringing you to the brink of pleasure.

As the arousal within you built up, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself quiet. Wanda slapped you lightly at times before resuming her actions of stretching out your cunt. She thumbed sloppily at your clit, tongue jolting out to taste you. Such a delicious flavor was one she adored.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cum for your mommy,” Wanda urged, practically salivating as she watched her gloved fingers disappear inside of you. “That’s it, puppy. Be a good girl and let go for me. I got you, I always do.”

You shuddered with humiliation as you squirted all over her hand, copious amounts of juices failing onto the glove, even imprinting themselves upon her pristine white lab coat. Although you shook with disbelief and made a silly attempt to hide your face, Wanda shook her head, giggling as she eyed the mess you had made.

“I’m so sorry. Mommy I- I was a bad girl I didn't mean to,” you cried, embarrassed by the sudden and unexpected reaction of your body. “I’ll clean it up, I promise. Please don’t punish me. I promise I didn’t want to be bad.”

Pulling away her fingers from your gaping, aching hole, Wanda plopped them into her mouth. She hummed at the tasty flavor that met her, so sickly sweet and much better compared to the many times her head dove between your legs.

Licking her lips clean, the doctor threw a devilish smirk your way, ignoring your insistent wails. “Looks like my puppy is all nice and healthy. I bet it felt so good to make a mess like that for mommy. You did well, angel. Now let’s get you all cleaned up before you get a lollipop for being so obedient. Maybe on your next appointment I can give you mommy’s special popsicle with a very yummy treat.”

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i just want a taste of your love

a/n: hi i know this is out of nowhere but enjoy! i will get to all of your asks soon, thank you so much for all of the kind words recently!

word count: 3164

cw: dumbification, cnc, mommy wanda, overstimulation, forced orgasm, mommy kink of course, d/s dynamics, subspace, aftercare

summary: mommy wanda doesn't like that you're overworking yourself, and she's gonna relax you, whether you like it or not.

Wanda has been watching you work for a few hours, her eyebrows furrowed as she sees you rub the bridge of your nose in stress, your nose starting to twitch as you got progressively more anxious. She’s tried to periodically relax you, coming over and gently gripping your chin in her hands, pressing soft kisses to your lips and telling you she’s proud of you for working so diligently. “My smart girl,” she had said while stroking your hair, “when you’re finished I’m going to make sure we have the most relaxing, lovely night, okay?”

But you were still working, and still stressed, and it was starting to consume Wanda as she flits around the house, trying to distract herself from the waves of anxiety coming from you. She pauses in the kitchen, quietly admiring you for a moment beyond your tense shoulders, basking in the sunlight from the living room window, hair shining. You were wearing a white slip she had bought you and a cardigan, and the slip had migrated up your thigh throughout the day, something Wanda had been mentally keeping tabs on for about three hours now.

As she’s watching you, you shift and put one of your legs up, exposing your entire thigh and a strip of that white underwear that Wanda laid out for you this morning. Wanda bites her lip and her eyes start to wander despite themselves, suddenly wanting desperately to run her hands along your thigh. Instead, she roams your body with her gaze, noting all the tense muscles rippling under your skin.

She’s just started taking note of how tight your jaw is when your face crumples with barely concealed tears, and Wanda can’t keep back anymore, immediately rushes to your side. “Bunny, I think it’s time to take a break, okay?” Her hand is rubbing your back, the other reaching to shut your laptop, but you lightly shrug it away as you shake your head.

“No, Wanda, I really need to get some more done.” You pull the laptop closer to you, wiping away a budding tear.

Wanda shakes her head, once again putting distance between yourself and the table as she sat in between, “No. You’ve been working all day, you can afford to take a break, sweetheart. Baby, you need to be kind to yourself.” She puts a hand to your cheek and rubs her thumb there.

You’re receptive for a moment, leaning into the touch, and as you do Wanda’s eyes roam over you once more, your cardigan having fallen off one shoulder. There’s so much exposed skin, her mind is racing, and when she catches your eye, you know exactly what she’s thinking. You huff and push away her touch, “Absolutely not, Wanda.”

Wanda tucks her own hair behind her ear before doing the same to you, smiling sweetly even though her eyes grew darker by the second, “You need a break, my sweet girl. Let me help relax you.”

You can’t help but blush, but you’re too stubborn to back down. “I love you, and you know I want you, but I can’t right now,” You move to the side to try and see your laptop, but she follows you, her hand starting to thread in your hair, “Wanda, stop.”

“Y/N,” her voice is serious, the voice she uses in bed, and she’s raising her eyebrow and your mouth snaps shut as she tightens her fingers in your hair. She continues stroking the side of your face, completely grabbing your attention. “Don’t you know by now that Mommy knows best? Don’t you trust me, bunny?”

Your mouth opens and closes as you process her questions as well as the arousal that’s starting to build, and you really do need to work, and you’re wondering if you can get out of this still, even if Wanda’s starting to fill up your mind and make you forget why it’s important to do so in the first place. She keeps touching your face and every stroke leaves a buzz in its wake, leaves your face feeling fuzzier. “I…I trust you, Mommy. I just…” You struggle to find the right words.

“Mommy’s been watching her sweet little girl get upset all day, and I know how to make it all better, right, my precious girl? Doesn’t Mommy always make it better?” She pulls your chair closer with her legs, a bit taller than you with her perch on the desk. You blink up at her as she coos at you, nodding her head in mocking understanding. “C’mon, honey, get up so you can sit on Mommy’s lap.”

You stare up at her, unmoving, and she sighs dramatically before hopping down, “I see you’re not going to be very helpful, honey. That’s okay, Mommy’s going to make it all better.”

You’re being lifted out of the chair before you can say anything back, set back down on Wanda’s lap so that you’re straddling one of her thighs and her chin is right by your ear. Immediately your breath hitches, suddenly remembering the tiny slip and thong you’re wearing. Wanda hums to herself, hands immediately roaming up to grope your breasts as you yelp and arch up into her. “Mhm,” Wanda hums, “See? Pretty little thing just needs her Mommy to feel all better.”

You snap to your senses, Wanda’s hands on you maddeningly avoidant as you start to writhe in her grip, “No, Mommy. I don’t need to feel better, I need to work.” You start to reach for your laptop, accessible now that you’re on her lap, and she slaps your hand away, pulling you tight against her with one hand as the other still teases your breast.

“Smart girls like you sometimes get so stuck in those pretty heads that they don’t know what their pussy needs, honey,” She’s kissing your neck now, and you whimper, starting to get hazier and hazier. “That’s why little girls like you need Mommy’s who know better, and I can make all those yucky feelings go away, okay?”

She won’t let you go, and you start to kick your feet and wriggle your chest away from her, earning another smack to your thigh. “Hey!” She uses the hand touching your chest to smack it over your slip, causing you to still, “You can put up as much of a fight as you want, but Mommy needs to do this to make you feel better, okay? So be still.”

Wanda pinches your nipple, rolling it between her fingers as she pulls you tighter against her stomach. You whimper, unable to resist your eyes closing and basking in the feeling for a moment. She takes your second of pliancy to use her other hand to touch your other nipple, rolling both in her hands and cupping your breasts. It’s overwhelmingly good for a moment, and suddenly a wave of desire hits you so intensely you’re jerking onto her thigh. “Oh, that’s my good girl. Always so sweet when Mommy needs to make sure her baby’s okay.”

You shake your head again as arousal starts to flood your body and she smirks to herself at your schtick, “Mommy, no.”

Wanda tightens her grip on your nipples almost painfully, hissing in your ear, “Mommy, yes. You don’t get to tell me no, little one.” You yelp, fully grinding into her thigh, building a steady rhythm as she relentlessly twisting your nipples.

She eases up, starting to try and make you feel good, rubbing the way she knew you liked, making you arch into her and whine despite yourself. You wiggle to sit up more, pressing your clit more firmly into her thigh, but she shoves you back down so that you’re left aching again, “You don’t know how to do it, sweet girl. Let Mommy take care of it.”

You shake your head again and she just hums, one hand spreading your thighs and tracing little patterns on your inner thigh, on that sensitive spot that made your chest stir. The other migrates to your throat, holding you tightly against her as you buck and grind. “Mommy…” you mumble under your breath, a bit squeaky under grip.

“Hm?” Wanda murmurs, squeezing briefly.

“Work… I need…” You can’t continue as she moves the hand on your thigh to your pussy, pushing aside your soaking wet thong to run her hands gently, so softly, through you, feeling how wet you are.

She groans, “All you need is Mommy, my good little girl.”

You can’t help but whimper as she chokes you harder, feeling the fuzziness start to edge closer, dipping her fingers slowly in. She teases your entrance, your hips still in anticipation, drinking in your little moans. She brings her lips to your ear and kisses and licks, right where you’re sensitive, and you swear you can feel every inch of your body start to tingle. “My sweet, hard working girl,” she whispers and the hair on your neck raises, “Just needs Mommy to touch her, to make her feel good. Only think about Mommy.”

You don’t nod, but you don’t shake your head, either, and she nips at your earlobe, causing you to gasp, “Mommy’s good girl.”

With her pawing at you, her hand on your throat, her chest pressed against you, her voice in your ear, her lips on your neck, it’s all so, so much, and you can feel your vision start to swim, the fuzziness edging in closer and closer, threatening to pull you under completely. Your eyes latch onto your laptop, and you can’t help but whine, trying to fight yourself from falling into sub space so you could work. You go to say no again, but remember she doesn’t like that, so you croak out beneath her grip, “La-later, Mommy. Please, not now.”

Immediately, she cuts off your airway, her fingers moving to your clit and drawing small, tight circles that had you snapping forward with a suppressed sob. She sighs dramatically again, “Mommy’s so sorry to have to do this, sweet girl, but you need it, you need Mommy. I’m so sorry, baby.” She lets up on your throat but is still gripping tightly, and you’re gasping as the fuzziness starts to overcome you, your clit fluttering under her quickly moving finger. It feels so good, so, so good, and your writhing limbs slow as the pleasure settles in. Suddenly, she slows her pace tenfold, drawing slow, large, heavy circles on your clit that are nowhere near enough but feel so heavenly that you fall under completely.

“Mommy,” you mumble out, your eyes fluttering, and she lets go of your throat. You can’t swallow down a breath before she’s turning your chin and kissing you so softly, so gently, but with all of her. You can’t breathe as her tongue slips into your mouth, and your head spins as you stop fighting briefly and let her open your mouth and kiss you. She hums in appreciation, pulling back and watching with a little smirk as you gasp for breath, pulling air into your lungs with shaky inhales as your clit aches with her touch, never ceasing and maddening in its slowness.

“That’s my good, perfect little girl.” The hand that was on your throat focuses on your nipples, now, drawing out the ache in your pussy as you whimper, needing more. “Mommy needs to make you all tingly down there, do you think you can relax and let your tummy get tight for me, baby?”

You nod, already feeling yourself get close as she starts to quicken her pace on your clit, matching the same movement on your nipples, switching between them every so often. You can’t help but let the moans slip from your mouth, feeling fully gone in her arms and soaking in everything she was giving you. “’S good, Mommy.”

“Yes, baby, and you’re so good, Mommy’s perfect girl. Mommy loves you so much.” She starts moving her finger faster, watching your face crumple under her touch as you grew closer. “Tell me when you get all tingly, okay, sweet girl?”

You nod breathlessly, the words on the tip of your tongue as she starts squeezing your nipples a bit rougher. Suddenly, you feel your orgasm start to grow, and you cry out with a little whimper that is so adorable Wanda sincerely awes at you, “‘M getting tingly, Mommy!” Your words are so rushed and slurred, Wanda’s moaning through her smirks.

Wanda coos down at you, “I know, sweetheart. Tell me you’re Mommy’s perfect little girl and you can let go, baby.”

There is no hesitation in your desperate words as you frantically relax your muscles to keep your orgasm at bay as you mumble, “I’m Mommy’s perfect little girl,” your words ending in a whine as you start to edge.

“That’s a good girl, why don’t you show me how pretty you come for Mommy, will you make Mommy so proud and come for me, sweet girl?” Her touch is so steady, so good, and her voice is so round in your ear.

“Mommy!” As soon as she gives you permission, your orgasm crashes over you, and you come hard in her lap as she’s praising you the entire time. It feels so good and you’re moaning her name, wave after wave hitting you as she doesn’t let up on your clit.

She shushes your moans as she continues circling, slowing her pace but never stopping, “That’s my good girl, it feels so good, doesn’t it? Aren’t you feeling more relaxed? Shhh, that’s my sweet girl, take it, baby.”

You’re starting to squirm as your orgasm fades and your sensitivity starts to grow under her unyielding touch. You whine, “Stop, Mommy, ‘m sensitive.”

She nods with mock sympathy, “I know, my precious girl, but Mommy knows best, remember? Mommy needs to see you let go for her one more time, even though I know that tiny clit is so sensitive. You need this, honey.”

“Mommy knows best,” you mumble under your breath in affirmation and she awes, turning your head to kiss you again, soft and slow to match the pace of her finger on your clit.

You bask in one another for a moment, kissing sloppily as you kept whimpering into her mouth. Once she starts to quicken her finger on your clit, though, you go slack jawed, growing closer faster than you anticipated. “Oh—“

“Shh, just let Mommy touch you, baby. Let Mommy touch you.” She watches your back start to arch and she uses one hand to steady your trembling thigh, “That’s right, sweet girl, are you gonna come again for Mommy? Are you gonna be my perfect, sweet girl? Gonna get all sticky and needy, make a mess on Mommy’s lap?” You whine, nodding helplessly as you get closer, “Oh, my sweet baby, you don’t know how to do anything but be Mommy’s little girl, do you? That’s okay, baby, all you need to know how to do is be Mommy’s girl, and you’re so, so good at it, aren’t you? My good little bunny, why don’t you give Mommy another orgasm? Oh, just like that, little one, take Mommy just like that.”

Her words overcome you and you come so fast and all at once, a moan ripping from your throat as she relentlessly guides you through.

It fades quickly, and you start to feel tears budding in your eyes as Wanda doesn’t even slow down, doesn’t even budge as you start to writhe and she doesn’t pull away, drawing tight circles on your clit that have you visibly leaking out onto her thigh. “Mommy, no! Stop!” She moves an arm around your stomach, pulling you flush against her and stopping you from thrashing.

You’re so overstimulated you can’t help but let a tear fall, and she makes no move to wipe it, instead awing at you, “That’s a good girl, crying means you’re so far gone, and I can tell that brain has turned all the way off,” she drags out her syllables as you buck in her grip, “Don’t fight me, honey, Mommy knows that you need this. I’m sorry it hurts, baby, Mommy has to do this for you.”

You find yourself getting closer despite your protests, and your whines turn into whimpers. You blush, knowing she was right, and she hums, “That’s right, baby. Mommy knows better than you, doesn’t she?”

You nod, falling deeper and deeper as she rubs at your clit. You can feel your pussy throbbing, spilling out onto her, and you half wish she was fucking you with that big strap you refused the other day. You just need her, need her so bad. You can’t voice a single word, but your limp hand wraps itself around the one on your stomach and you hold her tighter to you.

“My sweet girl, I want you to come one more time, okay? Mommy won’t make you anymore after this, just make me proud and give me one more, okay?” Wanda touches you harder, faster, until she can see you’re on the edge, gasping as your sensitive clit twitches almost painfully. “Show me, honey. Show me you’re Mommy’s girl.”

You fall over the edge with a sob, the orgasm sapping anything left of your muscles out of you, your body jerking with overstimulation. Wanda rubs your clit slowly, bringing you down so, so gently, eventually taking her hand away and leaving your clit stinging. “You were so good for me, sweetheart,” she whispers in your ear, using both hands to stroke down your body methodically, from your collarbone to your knees.

Your head is lolled against her shoulder, and you try to watch her hands as your breathing returns to normal. Your whole body is buzzing, your pussy tingling and fuzzy, and you move your hand to stop her movements, grasping both of her hands in your own. “Thank you, Mommy.” Your words are slurred, but you’re coming to, enough where you gather the energy to stand up and shift so that you’re straddling her in your chair, burying your face in her neck.

“Of course, sweetheart. Thank you for being so good and sweet, baby, you’re Mommy’s perfect girl.” Wanda strokes your back and your hair, peppering kisses on your head and your cheek. “Such a good girl for listening when Mommy told you you needed a break,” she doesn’t mention any of your struggling, only praises you. You blush and hum under it, feeling sated and grateful.

You nod against her chest, pushing your head up so you could look her in the eyes, “You were right, I did need to relax.”

She smirks, her eyes lighting up, “Of course I was right, honey. I always am.”

You roll your eyes and nestle back into her neck, suddenly staring down your laptop. “Maybe I’ll just work tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” Wanda hums in agreement, pulling you closer. “As if I’d let you go back.”

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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Between heaven and hell

Wanda Maximoff / Reader Word count: 12.5k Summery: Wanda could be a very twisted woman. But when she had a craving, she just couldn’t help herself. Warning: NSFW, Smut 18+, lesbian relationship, edging, tease and denial, strap-on use, oral, use of vibrators, top!Wanda, Dom!Wanda, Bottom!Reader. Mommy!Kink

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lizziemaxim0ff · 2 years ago

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Please can I request step milf Wanda who seduces you whilst your parent/dad/mom I don’t care is out of town on business. Wandas and parent have married for business but Wanda has an eye on the mid twenties daughter who in turn had an eye on her step mom?

Leather & Lace | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,011

Warnings: Pervy!Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff, Jealousy, Somnophilia, Mommy Kink, Fingering, Squirting Strap-Ons, Breeding Kink, Unspecified Age Gaps, Degradation, Praise, Possessiveness, Slight Fluff, Nursing | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: In a split-second decision, Wanda finally gets what she wants from her lovely little stepdaughter.

Eyes remained emotionless as a front to the anger that lay beneath them. Watching intently, they studied the somber scene, narrowing as they watched a hand lower to a spot they had previously claimed as their own — of course not officially, but you could only dream.

You hadn’t spoken a word during the entirety of the morning. Glaring at your father was second nature at best as you hid behind the excuse of him being away for too long and never having time for you. Adulthood carried on many things, one of them being a disdain for being around him. The same couldn’t be said for your stepmother though.

Wanda laughed as the man whispered something in her ear, biting down on her bottom lip — it was a move you found to be adorable each time you feasted your eyes upon it. She was finishing off the dishes, breakfast already having been served in earlier hours. The perfect housewife was to keep you all fed, to be a submissive entity for your father to walk all over.

“We were thinking about going to the park today. Wanda wants to take the twins there,” your father piped up when turning to you. A set of twin brothers from Wanda’s previous marriage were the only ones to keep to sane as you watched the relationship between your dad and stepmom develop further for years. “Wanna come?”

“Whatever,” came your huff. The harsh gaze Wanda threw at you made you squirm, but your eyes faltered and ignored it out of fear.

“Come on, don’t be like that. We just want to have some family time-”

“Not my family,” you repeated as you had many times through the years. “I’m not a kid. I don’t need mommy,” you turned to Wanda staring daggers, “to take care of me. The only reason I haven’t moved out is because I’m waiting to finish college. Then I’m getting the fuck out of this shit town.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare talk like that,” your father warned.

“Or what? You’re not even around enough to give a shit about whether I move or not. It’s always work, work, and wo-” as you rambled on about his absence since his divorce from your mother, his phone rang. Not even a Saturday, the boys with their father for the weekend, could be spent in peace with his own family. “Speak of the devil. Are you gonna answer that?”

Without a word, your father excused himself. During the early years of having moved with him, you surely blamed him for the lack of parenting he carried out. You’d move with your mother if she wasn’t halfway across the world teaching English as a second language in various countries, living her life to the fullest as she ignored her motherly duties. All through high school you had been alone. Now in college, the one person you didn’t know you could count on was the surrogate caregiver who pranced to your side.

“Darling, that’s no way of speaking to your dad,” Wanda said in a low voice, tender as fury rose from the depths of her words. “You should apologize. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“I’m not doing jack-shit for you. You’re not my mom, you bitch.”

Surely the tone was harsher than you meant it to be, especially when the woman towered over you in the kitchen, you sitting on the stool by the island gulping down a know of fear. She tilted her head and suddenly all the years of anger, hatred, and surprising lust you felt for her vanished, let alone for the last one of course. With dark viridescent eyes dripping with need, she dropped her gaze to your lips.

Neither of you were fazed when your father ran to get an overnight bag ready. His job called for spontaneous trips across the world much like your mother, seeking out investment opportunities for this technology company, and yet most of the time you deduced he was simply using it as an excuse to fuck his secretary — same as he had done with your mother before marrying Wanda.

While he was adding the finishing touches to his bag, distracted as ever, Wanda grabbed your arm. She didn’t hesitate to use undying strength when pulling you away, the heels of her flats clicking against the hardwood floor when you made your way upstairs. Regardless of how much you attempted to twist away, she still held you in place.

“Stupid girl,” she growled. “It’s time we have a little chat about those icky moods of yours.”

You never expected to find yourself thrown over your bed, the woman locking the door as quick as she could. Many times she’d be the one to crack it open and watch as you undressed, a hand shoved between her legs as she hummed at herself. Not that you knew, but she was devoted to making you hers.

“You’ve been in a terrible mood all week, I get it, but don’t you ever dare speak to me like that,” was the first thing Wanda yelped as she towered over you, you sitting by the edge of the bed while she stood proudly. “You need to learn to behave.

“Oh shut up.”

To say her fury escalated at that would be an understatement.

“What’s gotten into you?” She frowned at you, crowing her eyes before stalking forth. As soon as Wanda tilted her head once again, a trademark move of hers, you knew you were done for. She explored your features, eventually averting her gaze down between your legs that you were rubbing against one another. “Oh I see.” A smile spread across her face as she softened up. “Does it maybe have anything to do with this?”

Eyes widened as Wanda, who was well pressed against you, heavy hot breaths falling on your face, cupped your clothed sex. She roughly pressed her fingers against you until she rubbed you, giving you pleasure even with the layers you wore. The hum she let out was all-knowing. Leave it to her to solve a mystery that to you ages to come up with an answer for.

“Wanda what are you-”

“Shhh be quiet, baby. You wouldn’t want your dad to find out, right? Don’t you want to be a good girl for mommy?” She raised her eyebrows, deep green eyes crawling into your soul and pulling out the submissiveness that lay beneath, and you couldn’t help but nod immediately. “Good. Now let me make it better. Your little pussy is all sticky and needy huh? I bet you get all hot and bothered when you see mommy. Tell me, sweetheart, have you touched yourself before? Has my pretty girl made herself cum at the thought of her mommy? I know you have, I’ve seen it. Those fingers look so cute inside your cunt.” She leaned in dangerously close. “Maybe I can show you some of the pictures I’ve taken of you like that.”

“Sometimes,” you admitted to her question, although in your hazy mind you couldn’t tell which one. Closing your eyes, you gripped the bed sheets while she rubbed your clothed cunt lazily.

“Yeah? Well, you have to remember that this is all mine. Mommy owns this pretty pussy of yours. Whenever you want to play with my property, you have to ask for permission.” Wanda sighed with relief as she allowed herself to bask in the wet noises your throbbing pussy made while she touched it. Even with your pajama pants on, she could tell you were oozing with juices. “You have no idea how long mommy’s been waiting for this. I’m glad my beautiful princess seems to like it.”

You didn’t fight back as she began tugging off your clothes until you were fully naked, her own being thrown over the floor only moments later. Being pushed back, you allowed your head to hit the mountain of pillows, the chill of the Fall coming through small gaps in your window causing you to shiver.

Seeing Wanda in her nude gloriousness made you drool. Perfection was her name. Her breasts stood perkily waiting to be played with, a toned stomach, slightly full with beautiful rolls, sitting there adorably crafted just for your enjoyment. There were stretch marks along her thighs, chest, and tummy which you urged yourself to kiss, only she hovered above you before you could so much as move.

Lips pressed against your own languidly. Numerous times you fantasized about what it would be like to kiss her, to have her naked frame brushing against your own, hard nipples on your skin, as your mouths danced to a steady rhythm.

“Touch me, please. Just fuck me or something…” you murmured as Wanda dropped a chaste kiss on your mouth. “Do it now. Fuck,” you grabbed her hand and let it fall on your pussy, humping it as you did with your pillows. “That’s good. Oh Wanda that feels so fucking amazing.”

“How pathetic,” she noted with raised eyebrows. Rather than keep touching you as you wished, Wanda slapped you harshly, brushing against your clit slightly and making you scream. “I said to stay quiet. Are you too stupid to understand? Maybe you’re just a mindless little slut for mommy. I bet there’s not a thought behind those pretty eyes of yours, huh?”

While you wished to relinquish some power, you quickly realized Wanda wouldn’t let you have any of it. After years of stressfully marrying your father, all she wished was to turn the tables, to have a submissive pet to use as a means to relieve all her stress. Watching you from afar, peeking through your door or even taking lewd pictures of you without your knowledge only enticed her madness; especially when she rummaged through your underwear drawer and stole a few pieces to wear while getting herself off at the sight of such images. Her craving for you drove her to the depths of desperation. You’d have to do as she said whether you liked it or not.

Fingers teased your entrance, a mocking laughter coming from Wanda as you squirmed beneath her. Neither of you noticed nor cared about the words of goodbye your father threw into the ghost house, the front door closing as you had a space just for yourselves. A weekend entirely devoted to her destroying you and claiming you as her own — how fun.

“I really should punish you for having such a dirty mouth. Cute princesses like you shouldn’t be saying those words, or making their mommies sad at that,” Wanda explained as she placed a kiss along your jaw, fingers making quick work to sloppily thumb at your clit. Folds were then parted, her hand coated with your slickness. When you sobbed at her words, she chuckled. “Oh but you’re just a little puppy, aren’t you? My lovebug doesn’t know any better. That’s okay. I’ll let it slide just this one time, but if you behave like a stupid whore again then I won’t hesitate to punish you.” She smacked her hand against your aching cunt. “Am I clear?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, arms wrapped around her shoulders as you pulled Wanda close.

“Yes what?”

Crying, clinging to her for dear life, you gave in. “Yes, mommy.”

“Good girl.” In all the years you had known her, never did you feel so many tremors running down your body in the presence of Wanda. “Now lay back and let mommy play with you, toy. Let me see how many fingers I can fill your cute pussy with.”

Heat radiated from her body as she began easing her fingers in your tight hole. For a moment she closed her eyes and thought back to the times she had seen you in compromising positions on top of a girl she knew was a friend from college, touching herself while imagining . Kate was never liked by your stepmother, and seeing as she possessively swiftly thrust a pair of digits inside grunting ‘mine’ beneath her breath, it was clear why.

“So wet and so fucking warm for me. Oh baby you feel divine,” Wanda moaned as she pressed her thumb against your clit, the two fingers inside your sticky, aching pussy being pushed deep until her knuckles brushed upon you. “My little baby was just so fussy. Can’t think straight without mommy’s help? Now, next time your princess parts get icky like this, you tell me about it. No need to be a bad girl. Just tell mommy and she’ll make it all better.”

“Yes, mommy,” you whined. “I wanna cum.”

“Already? Oh no little one I’ve barely touched you! You can go a bit longer for mommy, right? I know you can,” she announced. The way her tits brushed with yours, nipples erect and hypnotizing enough made you want to suck harshly on them. With her newly found position as her mommy, you’d surely ask for that. “Good baby bears only cum when mama bear says so, and I know my girl is really good.”

While making out with her, Wanda nipped oh so softly on your lower lip to silently ask for permission that you gave her. Wetness coated your mouth as she swirled her tongue inside, exploring the area while devouring your own tongue, making all that was yours her own. All she desired was to own you, and without much effort she got exactly what.

“You’re such a little whore, you know that, right? I’ve seen the way you touch yourself. Do you think about me when you stretch your pussy out with two fingers, sweetheart, or is it your friend that you imagine? You don’t need her. Mommy will teach you how to be good, and I promise I will always take care of my pretty angel. I don’t think she can do that, can she?” Wanda’s jealousy was rampant, but had always remained silent and simply waited for the time to take her prey as the predator she was. “Hmm and you’re so tiny. Such a delicate doll. It’s so cute how much of you I own already.”

By no means were her movements tender. She had waited long months to have you, always coming second to the disdain you had for humanity let alone for Kate. The poor thing was nothing but a friend you had fun with at times, but Wanda wasn’t about to let you whore yourself off to someone else when she was to care for you. Daily inspections would be a must to ensure her little one was hers.

“So full,” you whispered with your heart on the line for her. All Wanda did was curl her fingers up, making you scream with her mouth hovering above your own. “I’m so full with you, mommy.”

Your velvety walls clamped down harshly against her causing Wanda to grunt. “Hmm time for my little puppy to cum. Be good and show me what I want. Show me who your rightful owner is.”

When you finally did come undone, Wanda was there kissing your pleasurable screams away, still deep in your pussy fucking your through your orgasm, not letting you catch your breath as she made you hers.

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During certain nights Wanda found her desperation growing by the second. She didn’t have trouble slipping away from her shared bed with her husband and instead waltzing into your room, a rather large toy nestled comfortably between her legs. Entering your room in the depths of darkness was nothing new, but with the hunger she felt, it would be the first time she took you without caring for what you had to say in response.

Earlier that day you had excused yourself to explore the world with friends. Weekends were the only times where you got to relax, to ignore all the workload being crammed through the week and instead find your inner peace. Since the weeks you’d been secretly seeing Wanda you’d spend extra time with her, the boys and your father away on certain occasions, so not having you around was a rather lonely task your stepmother had to get through by herself.

All Wanda had wished to do was wrap you up safely in her arms and nuzzle her face against your shoulder. After having cleaned on that day, the twins having gone away with your father on a camping trip, she entered your room. There she found a frame picture of you and her from when you finished your first year of college and were taken out to dinner as a means to celebrate. Once she undressed herself and eased down on a stuffed animal of yours, one she gave you as a birthday present the previous year, Wanda began getting herself off. Humping the plushie and teasing her clit with one hand, the other held the picture in place as she eyed your shining face, moaning your name as she came.

Now in the late hours of the night, she’d finally get her toy to play with.

When she first shifted over the bed, you slurred slightly. The last thing she’d want was to awaken you from your peaceful slumber knowing you never got enough sleep with all the stress that floated around you.

“Close your eyes, baby,” Wanda’s voice was low as she pulled at your pajama pants along with your underwear, her silk robe already pooling on the floor. “Let mommy touch you a bit. I’ve missed my little slut so much.” Laying you on your side, your cunt in full view, she ran a hand through your slick folds. “So wet already. Oh I bet you spent all day fantasizing about being fucked like the whore you are. Now be a good girl and take my cock.”

While still asleep she grabbed her strap and slid it up and down your slit, making sure to pry your legs open a bit so she could swirl it across your clit. Once fully coated with your juices, jerking herself off a bit as though it was real, Wanda began inching inside, groaning as she basked in the sloshing sounds that came as she stretched out your tight hole.

Strong hands went to grip your hips in place. Wanda pressed her faced against the back of your neck, cheeks flushed and barely visible in the dimly lit room as she fucked you nice and slow. Even in your sleep you were responsive, little noises coming from your parted lips. The deeper she moved her cock in your pussy, the more you stirred.

“Mommy?” You groggily asked, eyes fluttering open slightly. “What’s going on? I feel really weird.”

“It’s okay, princess. Mommy just missed you. Won’t you let me touch you?” Although exhausted, you nodded. “Good girl. I even brought the special toy. You can have all of mommy’s treat. Do you want it now, baby?”

Hugging you from behind, Wanda pumped her cock in and out of your puffy cunt, a hand sneaking between your legs to stimulate your clit. She had to remind you to be quiet, that only good girls would get rewards. The last thing she wished was to alert your father of the rather taboo relationship you held, especially knowing it would come to an end.

For a few moments your mommy allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of your pussy. She desperately wished to truly understand how tight you were as your walls held her faux cock, the toy sliding past your folds as you hungrily took it all. Neither of you minded the mess that formed on your sheets, Wanda being far too blissed out as she desired to take everything from you – your sanity, your freedom, and your love would be all hers.

“Whatever my baby wants she gets,” she husked out.

Wanda pulled out her cock, leaving you empty and sobbing with exhaustion. Right as she was about to squeeze her drenched length, you grabbed her wrist, turning over so you could face her. She left you with droopy eyes and drool falling down your chin.

“Mommy, inside please,” you begged. Grinding yourself down against her bulbous dildo, you threw your head back. The way in which you clung to her, hands on her shoulders with eyes drifting down to her uncovered tits made her pity for you grew. “Please, I need it.”

“Oh but honey I don’t want to get my fleshlight all dirty.” Wanda nuzzled her face against your own, her flushed cheeks brushing yours. “Maybe if you beg a little…”

“Please mommy! I promise to be such a good girl, a whore, and let you use me whenever you want to. I need you to stuff me. I can't stop thinking about you inside me filling my pussy up with your treat. You can use me even when I say I don’t want to. Please, just cum inside me. I need it so bad.”

Wanda was more than content with your response. She cupped your face with a hand, the other guiding her strap-on back inside your pussy. “Hmm such a good slut. So desperate to have her cunt pumped full with my cum. Maybe I can even give you a baby. Would you like that, sweetie? For mommy to stuff you so full that you have my pups? Oh how cute you’d look.”

The redhead didn’t waste any time squeezing her cock halfway inside you until white sticky drops began squirting in your pussy. Foreheads remained together, your lips tenderly touching down upon hers, kissing mommy innocently, as she filled you up. With cum dripping down your inner thighs, Wanda made sure to fuck all of the seed back into you.

“Mommy’s fleshlight,” Wanda breathed out as she held you in place, hips moving and turning your bodies into one. “All mine. No one can have this pussy, baby. Only I can stuff you with pretty pups. Never forget that.”

“I’m full,” you cried. Not only did you have your cunt all pumped with cum, but also Wanda’s thick cock stretching you out.

“I know baby, mommy knows.” Wanda kissed your worries away, eyelids feeling heavy as she shared her love with you. She pulled down your head so you’d press up against her chest, humming calmly. “You can use your mouth if it’ll make it better, darling. Latch on. Mama is here to help you get some more sleep, okay?”

Nodding, you did as you were told. You had yet to reach your climax, so close yet too tired to beg for more. Wrapping your lips around one of her erect nipples, you latched on quickly. Many times you spend laying on top of Wanda, your hazy mind drifting you into Sandman’s realm, as she helped you relax against her. It was one of the many ways she coaxed your stress from school away.

While you began falling asleep once again, mouth suckling on Wanda’s breast, the older woman thrust her hips. She spent the rest of the night using her fleshlight – your aching cunt – before removing the strap from her waist and riding one of your thighs. Holding you close to her chest, mouth agape over skin, Wanda moaned whenever her clit brushed against you. She was practically dripping – only a few minutes passed up until she came undone after having brought you orgasm after orgasm.

To your dismay she was gone when you woke up in the morning. That Sunday was spent happily dancing around each other, Wanda’s hand brushing against your ass from time to time before she pressed you against the kitchen counter from behind when no one was looking – it was the perfect opportunity to grope your tits then. Each little moment the two of you got alone, you were sure to make the most of it. And of course when you showered, your stepmother was there peeking through the curtain with a hand between your legs – at least until you invited her inside, through the week rewarding her with various texts with lewd pictures of you she’d treasure forever.

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