#sub!wanda

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Subby milf Wanda making sure that you always have easy access to her body ♡

Her skirts are always short around the house. Your hand always makes its way onto her thigh, and she hides a pleased smile behind her wine glass.

She loves cuddling with you on the couch, her legs spread for you, your hand on her waist as she exposes her neck. Your tongue and lips caress her soft skin, and you smile at the low noises of pleasure you can feel in her throat.

Eventually, Wanda doesn't even wear anything under the skirt. One time, she bends over (on purpose) to pick something up, and you catch a glimpse of her bare, glistening sex. Her ass is red by the time you're done punishing her for teasing you, and your fingers are buried deep inside her. She's never been happier.

Just, subby milf Wanda and easy access ♡

[mathxa]

desperate for a mob fic where reader and natasha is married together with wanda as their little girl ☹️☹️

“no princess, you can’t get off before daddy has finished her call, now shut up and be quiet” Natasha having Wanda cockwarm her as a little entertainment because virtual meetings and paperwork is boring

“sending those pictures while you knew we were busy? what? yeah they were very pretty? gonna look even more prettier when we’re done with you”

Wanda wearing mommy and daddy’s clothing even though they are waayyy to big for her, baby just wanna be even closer to her lovers

You secretly adding sleeping pills into her nightly glass with hot tea so you and Natasha can fuck her for some time before she wakes up (she has agreed to this ofc, consent is key!!) “yeah we know princess, you just get so sleepy you can’t even keep up with us?”

Teaching her how to properly masturbate before quickly adding it as a rule to never touch her self without one of you present (she breaks this rule alle the time)

Spoiling her with expensive clothes only to rip them open to fuck her because she just looked a little too good in them “it’s not our fault you just look so fuckable in that skirt baby, that’s your own fault.” (the amount of ripped panties she has is insane)

Wanda insisting that she can top one of you, but quickly fails to do so. Baby just needs that pleasure and comfort from the both of you

Having her in a collar whenever she’s home, at your office or at any social gathering (hidden ofc), just to make sure whoever dares to touch or look at her, knows that baby is owned

Having a close friend - Maria or Carol, maybe both, take care of her (fuck her into unconscious) while Natasha and you are out on work trips, and then using it against her when they’re back home “Does Maria fuck you good like this Wanda? No? They fuck you even better? Looks like me and daddy gotta show you who really owns you.”

Baby wanting to be treated like a baby (due trauma) and absolutely going feral when you mention lactation pills. getting sososo excited when the milk finally starts coming “look at you baby, happy to be cared for by mommy again?” (is it the writer or wanda who has that kink? both? yeah)

Tying her up in your bedroom for hours with a vibe on low setting for hours for absolutely no reason (baby has a safe word and knows when to use it)

[prentisslover0812]

broken spell ; agatha harkness x wanda maximoff

warnings : dom!agatha, sub!wanda, hate sex, angry sex, strap, biting, blood (minimal), age gap, insults, degrading, exhibitionism (barely), cursing, bratty!wanda (slight), mild angst, agnes x wanda (past, mentioned), does not follow the correct plot of wandavision or agatha all along, etc.

Agatha was seething. After she had somehow managed to snap out of Wanda’s hex, she’d realized she had been missing the most crucial part of herself — her magic. The woman in question stood before her in the living room, eyes wide, lips parted as Agatha towered over her, a deep scowl lingering in her features, hard and intimidating. Wanda’s mind spiraled, nails digging into her palms as she clenched her jaw tightly, watching the woman in front of her. 

“Got something to say, doll?” Agatha’s tone was bitter, snappy. It made Wanda’s stomach churn with unrestrained anger, a fiery frustration caused by the fact that she was beginning to feel out of control yet again. She looked up defiantly at the purple witch, whose scowl never left, her voice carrying an acid-like venom. 

“Go back to your house,” Wanda spoke and raised her hand, glowing bright red with magic, letting her words linger in the air. Agatha’s scowl deepened, hand shooting up to grip her wrist and pin it bruisingly against the wall. She did the same with her other wrist, lifting them above her head, glaring down firmly. Wanda was momentarily thrown off by the sudden action, blinking quickly as Agatha pressed firmly against her. 

“Listen, little witch. I’m not in the mood for games,” She hissed, her voice dropping down to a dangerous whisper that brushed against her ear. “Give me back my purple.”

Wanda’s face burned with anger. She yanked her wrist away from the older woman, who only adjusted her hold and did the same to her other wrist, holding both hands above her hair. Agatha’s free hand shot up, gripping her jaw, eyes burning with blue fire as the curve of her jaw flexed with barely-contained wrath. Wanda matched her glare, breathing quickly at the sudden proximity. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” The darkness in her hushed whisper made her skin crawl. Wanda knew that she could beat Agatha in a fight — she’s powerless, vulnerable. But the strength in her arms faded, left only with the stubborn glint in her eye that provoked the older woman further. Wanda remained silent, and the air around them crackled with tension. 

“...what are you going to do if I don’t?” She spat defiantly, watching Agatha’s lips twitch downwards in rage. There was a dangerous glint in her eyes as they narrowed down at the redhead, and Wanda tensed as her hold became tighter, more bruising. 

“I don’t need my magic to put you in your place, princess,” She hissed, letting go of her wrists suddenly. Wanda stumbled forward, realizing she was no longer being held back. Agatha, however, pushed her back against the wall, fingers wrapping around her neck in a silent threat, a warning. Wanda’s eyes widened, wrapping her hands around her wrist. The older woman could feel her pulse racing beneath her fingertips, wild and unrestrained. 

“You won’t—”

“I won’t what? Hurt you? And why the hell not?” Wanda bit down on her tongue at Agatha’s quick reply, sharp and annoying. Agatha’s eyes narrowed, lips stretching into a dangerous smirk, one that set off the warning bells in Wanda’s head. Still, she didn’t attempt to use her magic again. 

“Because.” Wanda muttered bitterly, cheeks burning as she turned her gaze elsewhere. Agatha’s grip on her neck tightened slightly, making her tense as she returned her eyes to the older woman, as if following a silent command. Her nails dug into her neck, nostrils flaring. Wanda could feel her breathing turn heavy. 

“You don’t think it actually meant something, did you?” She sneered. “I was under your hex. Whatever you had wasn’t with me, it was with Agnes. And that crazy bitch is dead now that I’m back to my senses.”

Wanda’s eyes hardened as she clenched her fist around Agatha’s wrist, using her magic to enhance her point. Agatha’s grip faltered as Wanda yanked her hand away from her neck, green eyes wild with anger. She hit a nerve, finally. 

“Shut the hell up,” Wanda snapped. Agatha smirked and her eyes turned taunting. Wanda clenched her fists at her sides, glaring up at her. She watched the other woman take a step closer, slapping away the hand that shot up before tucking a stray hair behind her ear. 

“You’re pathetic,” She whispered, and her smile turned mocking. Wanda flushed, a rush of anger racing through her veins. She grasped Agatha’s collar with both hands, an impulsive action that caused their bodies to press together again. It was silent for a moment — the air was thick. Agatha didn’t move, eyes trained on the shorter woman. Wanda faltered as she realized what she had done, getting ready to pull away. 

Agatha, however, yanked her forward and slammed their lips together. 

Wanda didn’t have time to process the sudden action, instead forced to move her lips in tandem with Agatha’s. She adjusted her grip on her shirt, eyes fluttering closed, brows furrowed as the older woman nipped harshly at her bottom lip, fingers digging into her waist as she held her in place. There was a fleeting taste of copper — it faded, however, as their kiss grew in intensity. 

Wanda’s hands wandered up to Agatha’s hair, tightening her grip forcefully, sinking her body closer. Agatha moaned into the kiss — it made her knees weaken, pulse quickening. She swallowed the sound, drank in the taste of her lips. Agatha pulled away forcefully, guiding her to the couch behind them, lips swollen from the kiss, eyes glossed over and far away as she let the younger woman drop onto the cushions. 

“This means nothing,” She hissed, towering above her, grasping her jaw. “You hear me, Maximoff? Nothing.”

Wanda bit down on her lip, looking up at Agatha with wide eyes, nodding obediently. She didn’t want anything to do with her either — not after she realized who she was. She liked Agnes — funny, carefree, and nosy. She liked Agnes, who was safe. Someone fun to spend time with when her husband was too busy — too dull. She didn’t like Agatha, the witch who killed her coven and stole the powers of anyone that came near her.

She was too dangerous. Too risky. It would be too far from the script. 

“Nothing,” Wanda repeated, then sneered. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Agatha didn’t answer, letting their lips meet in another violent kiss, hands ripping apart Wanda’s shirt. The woman gasped, and Agatha took the opportunity to throw the ruined fabric somewhere on the floor. She ran her fingers through red hair, slipping off the silk band that had held it up. Wanda’s hair cascaded down her back, making her bare skin stand out. 

Agatha didn’t make any further comments, but Wanda watched her throat bob, blue eyes darkening. She yelped when the older woman lifted her hips, swiftly pulling down her pants. Wanda felt the heat crawl from her cheeks, spreading down her neck and chest as she was flipped over on her hands and knees. Agatha pressed her nose into the back of her ear, arm wrapped around her waist. 

“Don’t make this longer than it has to be,” She huffed, and Wanda’s breath hitched as she heard the zipper, knowing what was hidden beneath. She tried not to move, not even as Agatha ripped off her underwear purposely, making the younger woman turn back and glare, red-faced. 

Agatha gave her a glare, a reminder. 

“Bitch,” Wanda muttered under her breath. She felt a sharp slap land on the back of her thigh, making her gasp. She turned back again, seeing Agatha watching her closely, dangerously. 

“Shut up,” She scoffed. “You don’t get to complain. You did this to yourself.”

Before Wanda could retaliate, she felt the tip of the strap she had been awaiting pressing against her, Agatha’s cold hands gripping her hips possessively. With a shudder, Wanda felt her arms turn weak, making her lower her upper body onto the couch, making Agatha smirk slightly as she watched her practically present herself for her. 

With a bated breath, Wanda let her eyes close as Agatha sunk into her. Her breathing sped up, shifting her waist as the older woman slowly pushed her hips forward. Agatha breathed out, watching the strap disappear inside her, watching her breathe heavily, whining. 

“Hush,” Agatha reprimanded half-heartedly, sliding her hand down her bare back and gripping her hair as she bottomed out. Wanda gasped, groaning out. The older woman pushed her head further into the cushions, pulling back and making her hips snap forward with practiced force. 

“Agatha-” Wanda gasped breathlessly, fingers gripping the cushion beneath her. Agatha ignored her, repeating her previous movements with more vigor, more force. She breathed out, feeling a surge of pleasure and satisfaction run through her with every breathy groan Wanda reluctantly let free. 

Occasionally, Agatha’s fingers would dig into her skin as she increased the pace of her thrusts, her breaths growing sharp and heavy. Wanda tried to hold back her moans — a petty attempt to make Agatha feel as though she was failing. But she knew better. She could tell, anyone could tell with the way her legs were shaking. 

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Wanda’s groan came out — much louder than before. Everyday was exactly the same, with exactly the same routine. That meant that Dottie was at her door, ready to invite her to yet another get-together. This time, however, Wanda hadn’t been awaiting her visit. 

“Stay,” Agatha hissed, and Wanda turned to glare at her. 

“It’s Dottie—” She gasped as Agatha’s hips snapped forward again, harsher. 

“So what? I told you not to drag this out, didn’t I?” Wanda let out a guttural moan, mouth dropping open as Agatha sped up her thrusts. She panted and focused again on glaring at the older woman, chest heaving. 

“Why-?” She choked between thrusts, feeling pleasure build in her lower abdomen. “She’d probably fuck me better any—”

Wanda yelped as Agatha abruptly pulled out, making her whine at the empty feeling, eyes growing dazed as her pleasure was ripped away. Agatha flipped her on her back, shoving the strap back where it belonged and starting at another pace, making Wanda’s back arch off the cushion. She was a mess — her hair sticking out in all directions, mind hazy as loud grunts bounced off the walls.

“You’re such a bitch,” Wanda spat, panting. Her hands lifted to the sides of her head, squeezing the bedsheets between her fingers, elbows sticking out as her mouth dropped open. She groaned again and her entire face flushed when the older woman gripped the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. 

“And you’re a slut,” Agatha smirked, hips snapping forward. “She’s hearing you whining like a bitch, isn’t she? And everyone knows your lovely little husband is at work right now.”

Wanda’s eyes widened, hazy eyes looking up at Agatha. Suddenly, she couldn’t formulate a single coherent word, moans stumbling out of her mouth. There was a certain spot inside her, something sensitive that made her entire lower body tremble — and Agatha had finally reached it. 

“Uh-oh,” Agatha chuckled. “We’re close, huh? You don’t care that your pretty neighbor caught you in the act? Such an indecent woman you are — cheating on your husband like this.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Wanda whined, fingers wrapping loosely around Agatha’s wrists as they held her waist. Agatha only laughed, thrusting into her with purposeful vigor. Wanda’s eyes rolled back, legs wrapping around her waist, tightening forcefully. 

“I’m close—”

“I can tell,” Agatha mocked, amused. Wanda groaned in pleasure and frustration, eyes hazy and unfocused. Dottie had probably left already — Agatha could picture the flustered expression she’d made after finding something she had never expected to find. Wanda Maximoff was pristine, after all. She’d never do anything wrong. Let alone something so lewd. 

“Agnes..” Wanda breathed and Agatha’s eyes glossed over, hips hammering forward with more force. Her hands went to the inside of her thighs, grasping the flesh tightly and forcing her legs to part. 

“Agatha,” She corrected irritably. “Agatha. Say it. You’ll repeat it until it’s ingrained in your head.”

Wanda whined, “Ag—Agatha!”

“There,” She scoffed, angling her hips differently. Wanda’s vision went blank, mouth dropping open in a silent moan. Her thighs clenched tightly around Agatha’s waist, feeling the older woman push her nose into the crook of her neck. 

“Agatha,” She hissed. “Let me hear you say Agnes again — I’ll make you regret it, understand?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Wanda slurred, hips grinding onto the strap. Agatha pursed her lips, fingers loosening on her waist. Her nose remained tucked in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent — mixed in with the smell of sex and sweat. 

It was silent for a while as they caught their breaths, Agatha still hidden in her spot, nuzzled comfortably. Wanda's hands remained still on her back, watching the woman struggle internally.

Maybe it wasn't just Agnes. Maybe it was a little bit of Agatha, too.

[havensins]

thinking about wanda begging to sit on dom bfs face has me in spirals 😩

long time no see 🫣

“you think you deserve it, wanda?” … you’d definitely have to tease her and make her truly desperate for it before you give her what she wants.

and her natural pout would only deepen as tears brim her eyes and she trembles with genuine unbridled want. “i’ve been so good for you — your good girl,” she’d whine. “don’t you wanna taste me,” she murmurs, lips ghosting against yours as her eyes close at the feeling.

you grin against her lips, laying back so that she was straddling you. “you beg so nicely, love.” you tell her, hands gripping at her waist. “come sit on my face pretty girl,” you grant her permission and the dark gleam that shines in her eyes is dangerous.

[sweet--escape17]

"If you can hold it until lectures are over, you can choose your reward sweetheart.."

[mommywandas]

A fic I’m working on rn, hopefully it’ll be out in a few days. I really hope someone likes it because I’m loving writing it. It’s pet!wanda x dom!reader :)

Edit: it’s up!

[nattysgirl]

~Secret desire~

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, fingering and oral (w reviving), sex in a church, idk what more to add ¿

Word count: 2k

A/n: So this is my first fic ever! So I apologize for some mistakes that I may have made and also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there’s some grammatical errors!

That’s all enjoy! Love u all and thanks for u support 🫶

Secret desire

The morning sun filtered through the barred windows of Wanda's small attic room, illuminating her pale and drawn face. She knelt on the hard wooden floor in prayer, rosary beads clutched tightly in her hands. Her slender frame creaked as she bowed her head, brunette hair falling around her face. Despite hours of prayer, Wanda could still feel the sinful heat pooling in her core, an ache she desperately sought to extinguish.

With a sigh, Wanda rose and walked to the small mirror hanging on the wall. Her reflection gazed back at her, wide green eyes full of shame in a delicate face. She was dressed conservatively as always, plaid skirt brushing her knees, white blouse buttoned up to her neck and stockings covering her legs. The chastity belt and bra her parents had locked her in at 13 were uncomfortably tight beneath her clothes, a constant reminder of her wickedness.

The old clock in the hall chimed, signaling it was time for another meeting with the head priest. He was all that stood between her and eternal damnation, his guidance the only thing preventing her from succumbing fully to sin. Wanda entered the empty church, dipping her fingers in the font of holy water and crossing herself before approaching the confessional. Heart pounding, she entered the small booth, kneeling in the darkness. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she began hesitantly, hoping the torments of her mind and body would find release at last under her priest's absolution.

“And what have you done exactly sister?” Y/n answers curios about Wanda, since she has never sinned before and she was as innocent as an angel ~so she thought~.

Wanda's voice shook as she whispers her confession into the grate, unable to meet Y/n’s gaze directly. "Father, I...I have been struggling with impure thoughts and desires that plague my soul day and night. No matter how hard I pray or seek penance, they persist, filling me with shame and guilt. I fear I am too weak to resist their temptations and may one day fall completely into sin."

Y/n is shocked by Wanda’s confession and with a wicked smile decided to take advantage of this unique opportunity and asks again “And what have been those temptations exactly?”.

Wanda hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes...sometimes I imagine what it would be like to break free from these restraints and explore my own desires without fear or judgment. To experience physical pleasure without the burden of guilt weighing down my spirit."

Y/n smiles at Wanda’s response and decider to push further “And what do you imagine exactly?”.

Wanda bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggles to maintain composure. "I...I imagine being touched intimately by someone I trust and care for deeply. Feeling their hands on my skin, their lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. I long for the freedom to express my love openly without fear of condemnation or rejection."

A whimper scapes Y/n’s mouth as she hears Wanda’s confession, intrigued by her she decides to push further “And who’s that person?”.

Wanda’s breath caught in her throat as she considers revealing her secret desire. "It's...it's a friend I've known for some time now, Father. Someone who has shown me kindness and compassion when I needed it most. I can't help but feel drawn to them, despite knowing our relationship is forbidden by our faith."

Y/n new who she was referring to and has to hide a smile that came along with the thought of Wanda thinking of her “And why is it forbidden?”.

Wanda hangs her head in shame, feeling the weight of her sin bearing down on her shoulders. "Because our faith teaches us that all forms of sexual expression are sinful, even within the context of a loving relationship. We are meant to deny ourselves such earthly pleasures and focus solely on our spiritual connection to God."

“I see” Y/n simply responds to Wanda’s confession trying to organize their thoughts about this situation.

Wanda nods solemnly, her eyes cast downwards in submission. "I know it's wrong, father. That's why I've tried so hard to purge these thoughts and desires from my heart. But no matter how hard I pray or fast, they keep coming back, tormenting me relentlessly.

“And what thoughts are they? What is she doing to you in that little minds of yours?” Y/n answers with a hidden smile on her lips, trying to tease Wanda and see how dirty her thoughts are, despite of being a sweet innocent girl.

Wanda’s cheeks flushes a deep red as she confesses her most shameful fantasies. "I...I imagine her touching me intimately, exploring every inch of my body with her hands and mouth. I feel her warmth against my skin, her breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. I long for her to take me fully, to possess me completely and show me just how much she desires me."

“Mmmh” Y/n hummed as her only thought is the confession that Wanda just made. Y/n stood up from her seat to gets closer to where Wanda is seating.

Wanda looked up at Y/n with pleading eyes, hoping for understanding and forgiveness. "I know these thoughts are wicked and sinful, Y/n. They make me feel dirty and unworthy of God's love. But I can't help but crave the touch of another human being, even if it means damning my soul to hellfire forever."

“I understand Wanda, it’s normal to crave for the touch of someone, even if they the bible says not to” Y/n says sincerely at Wanda and looking down at her with understanding and comforting eyes.

Wanda breaths a sigh of relief, grateful for Y/n’s empathy and support. "Thank you, Y/n. It means so much to me to have someone who doesn't judge me harshly for my weaknesses and failures. Your kindness helps me hold onto hope that one day, with God's grace and mercy, I may find true peace and acceptance within myself."

“Mmhm do you want me to help you with that sister?” Y/n smirks mischievously looking down at Wanda innocent -or not so inocente after all- form.

Wanda’s eyes widens in surprise, unsure of what to make of Y/n’s sudden offer. "W-what do you mean, Y/n?" she asks hesitantly.

“I think you know exactly what I mean sister Wanda” Y/n answers with a smile looking at how Wanda’s cheeks flusters.

Wanda feels her cheeks flush a deep red, embarrassment mixing with curiosity and excitement. "Y-you mean...you could help me explore these desires?" she stammered, uncertain of whether she should accept such an invitation.

Y/n simply nods at Wanda’s question

After a moment of contemplation, Wanda takes a deep breath and nods resolutely. "Very well, Y/n. If you truly believe this is what I need to purge these sinful thoughts from my heart and find inner peace, then I am willing to trust your guidance and experience your touch."

“Good” Y/n answers with a wicked smile at seeing how her plan worked .

Wanda nods silently, taking comfort in Y/n's reassuring words as she slowly began to shed her conservative clothes, revealing her slender frame and delicate curves beneath.

At the same time Y/n strips down until she’s only her bra and panties.

As Y/n stripped down to her bra and panties, Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. She has never been so physically close to another person outside of her family before, let alone a woman she considered a friend and mentor.

“And what do you want me to do now sweetheart?” Y/n asks as she steps closer to her and puts her hand on Wanda’s cheek.

Wanda gazes into Y/n’s eyes, feeling a deep connection forming between them as their bodies drew nearer. "I...I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "This is all very new to me. All I ask is that you guide me through this process with compassion and understanding, and that we remain focused on seeking spiritual enlightenment rather than physical gratification."

Y/n gets on her knees and says with a proud smile on her face “okay then, I must start this session” Y/n pulls Wanda’s panties down and starts kissing her inner thighs.

As Y/n knelt before her, Wanda felt a rush of vulnerability and raw emotions wash over her. Her body responded instinctively to the tender touch of the older woman's lips against her sensitive skin, causing her to gasp softly in surprise and delight.

Y/n smirks at Wanda’s reaction and gets dangerously close to her core.

Wanda bites her lip, trying to maintain control over her rapidly escalating arousal as Y/n teases her with ever-closer approaches to her most intimate areas. The sensations are overwhelming, but she clung to the belief that this is part of a larger spiritual journey towards healing and self-acceptance.

Y/n kisses Wanda’s clit and moans at the taste of her arousal.

Wanda’s entire body shudders with each delicious touch from Y/n’s tongue, her hips bucking involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through her system. She lost herself completely in the moment, unable to distinguish between the physical sensations and the profound spiritual awakening that seemed to be unfolding within her soul.

“Mmmh” Y/n holds Wanda’s hips still as she detaches from Wanda’s core just a second to say “don’t be shy baby. I want to hear all of you” .

Despite her initial hesitation, Wanda finds herself growing more comfortable with the intimacy of the situation as Y/n holds her hips firmly in place. The sound of her own moans filling the room served as a powerful testament to the depth of her transformation, a symbol of her emerging confidence and self-acceptance despite the weight of her past.

Y/n sucks at Wanda’s clit harshly and enters two finger without a warning into her arching core.

As Y/n continues to stimulate her with relentless precision, Wanda finds herself reaching new heights of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her body shakes violently, her screams echoing throughout the room as she succumbs to the overwhelming sensations washing over her like a tidal wave of pure bliss.

“That’s it darling let it all out” Y/n mumbles as she continues liking at Wanda’s clit and curling her fingers into her g-spot to help her ride her orgasm.

Under Y/n's expert guidance, Wanda rides the crest of her orgasm for what feels like an eternity, her body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her. As the climax finally subsides, she stands there panting heavily, her mind and spirit transformed by the incredible experience they had shared together.

“That’s it darling, you did so well for me” Y/n stood up and kisses Wanda’s lips letting her taste herself on Y/n’s tongue

As Y/n kisses her deeply, Wanda tastes the sweet essence of her own arousal on the older woman's tongue. It is a surreal and indescribable sensation, one that left her feeling both connected and empowered, as if she had truly shed the burden of her past and embraced a newfound sense of self-awareness and acceptance.

“Now darling get dressed and go back to your tasks. I’ll see you next week to continue or little session” Y/n smiles and winks playfully at Wanda flushed state.

With a sense of renewed purpose and determination, Wanda gathers her clothes and makes her way back to the rectory. Despite the lingering effects of her intense orgasm, she knew that she had taken another important step towards healing and growth, both physically and spiritually. As she prepares to return to her duties, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n's guidance and support, which had helped her navigate these treacherous waters with grace and compassion.

a hint of pt.2

[tati3001]

Guys, guys, guys,

A smut story where reader had to wait the entire ceremony before she could take the gorgeous dress off of Lizzie. And Lizzie’s been just teasing her so when they get home reader rips the dress and takes Lizzie 0.0

Think about it

[littledollll]

Wanda x mommy reader?

Needy little thing

Wanda maximoff x mommy!reader

A/n: “Wanda x mommy reader”

Did you by chance mean needy good girl wanda x mommy reader that includes begging, nipple play, teasing, slight pet play, and some aftercare on the top?

Thank you for your request and big thank to my fiancé @pebbleswritessometimes for helping me out brainstorming and reviewing like she does on every fic

You’ve always been a light sleeper, it had its pros and cons, so one of the pros? You get to wake up to her. Her whines and quiet pleads gave away she’s been at this for a while, the slight way the bed moved with her efforts to get herself off. You blinked away the sleep in your eyes, turning fully to watch her. Wanda’s eyes were closed, mouth slightly open as she let out a gasp, two fingers pumping into her cunt.

“Mommy…” she whimpered. “Just ask sweet girl” you responded so casually. Wanda’s eyes flew open and her hand stilled, her mouth opened and closed trying to justify or explain herself, failing horribly. “Don’t be shy, you had no shame just seconds ago” your hand trailed down to her wrist. “Keep going for mommy, I’ll help you after you finish yourself off first.” You shifted moving to kneel between her parted thighs as she obeyed your orders, slowly picking up the pace again.

Your hands trailed up to her breasts, fingers pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples making her back arch and head tilt up. “Eyes down puppy, watch yourself, look how your needy cunt takes your fingers.” God the moan she let out when she hesitantly moved her gaze down, her hips lifting to meet her hand as she chased her release, it could’ve ended you. “Good girl. That’s it, you cum whenever you want, alright pup?” And once she confirmed you with a nod you leaned down meeting her for a kiss.

It quickly became messy, with Wanda’s constant moans fighting her neediness to continue kissing you, she was squirming underneath you signaling she was close for the second time and you pinned her hips to the bed. “Come on baby, scream for me and ride it out, don’t you dare stop.” And like a well trained mutt she cried out as she reached her high and continued fucking herself using her other hand to rub her clit as her hips twitched in sensitivity.

“Mommy” “yes, my good girl?” You hummed pressing a kiss on her jaw. “I- I want your hands-“ You nuzzled into her neck leaving open-mouthed kisses all the way down to her collarbone. “Mhm?” “I do- please!” Your mouth reached her hard nipples you went on kissing each before taking the right one into your mouth, she look in a sharp breath, hands stuttering “mm pleaseee“ you hummed yet again, your tongue teasing the bud before you sucked, you took pity on her, one hand trailing down to replace her own.

Your fingers were teasing, barely pushing the tips of them in before you removed them and repeated the action a few times before you began thrusting against her sweet spot, and you switching your mouth to her left nipple giving the same treatment. Wanda was deliriously moaning above you, her messy hand coming up to tangle in your hair. “Mommy..!” You finally let go of her tortured breasts, landing a quick kiss on her sternum before moving between her thighs.

“Rub your pretty tits for me puppy, while mommy’s busy between your thighs.” She’s so good, listening to everything you say, you’d get her a reward for her good behavior later, you remind yourself. Maybe a pretty collar, or a toy. You kissed from her calfs down to her inner thighs leaving bites and bruises as you went, then went back doing the same to the other leg.

She whined, getting impatient and kicking her legs “mommy please, I need you please.” you spread her legs further apart delivering a slap right on her clit, making her jolt and cry out. “Needy little thing.. you’ve been so good don’t ruin it now, mutt.” You continued thrusting your fingers into her while you moved down to her mound, pressing kisses between her thighs.

Wanda moaned, throwing her head back the moment your tongue made contact with her aching cunt. You were gentle at first, tongue gliding down her slit teasingly again and again until her hands found their way back into your hair attempting to guide you where she needed you most. “Keep your eyes on me, pretty. Mommy’s gonna help you, could never leave my puppy unsatisfied.” She looked helpless, teary eyes looking down at you, silently begging.

You complied, you wrapped your arms under her thighs and around her waist to hold her down as your tongue went back between her folds, lapping up her juices before focusing on her clit, first circling it and running your tongue flat against her. Wanda moaned, thighs attempting to close around you but your grip forced them apart.

You sucked on her bud while you pumped your fingers into her faster, humming at her taste as she struggled to grind her hips to your mouth against your hold. Your teeth barely grazed her sensitive clit and she chocked out a gasp, accidentally pulling your hair and making you moan against her.

“I’m- please, can I-“ she was a stuttering mess before you cut her off, fingers slipping out of her and moving up to rub her nub. “Not yet puppy, I’ll let you know..” you trailed off, looking down at her as your free hand smoothed down her thigh. You sat up on your knees again forcing her to let go of you, hands now grabbing at the bedsheets as you never dared to stop your hand. Wanda looked at you, half lidded, expecting, pouting at the distance between you.

You hummed at the adorable look on her face. “My beautiful girl.” You moved your hand up from her thigh, featherlight touch trailing to her stomach, sternum and collarbones then her neck making her squirm and shiver in delight beneath you until you reached to cup her jaw. “Mommy please!” Her arms wrapped around your neck pulling you into her, you didn’t fight it, instead crashing your lips into hers, slipping your tongue into her mouth when she moaned out, hips lifting off the bed meeting yours with your hand trapped between carrying her through her high.

She whimpered, parting your lips and hiding into your chest as she recuperated her breath, you moved your hand up to your mouth licking it clean, which made her blush furiously. “Don’t do thattt..” she complained and you giggled. “Hm so I can have my mouth on your cunt while you’re squirming under me but god forbid I clean my hand.” It would be physically impossible for her to turn any more red with the casual way you just said that.

“Well!- I-“ She huffed, knowing she really didn’t have an argument. “You are adorable!” You gave her a quick kiss before walking off to get a towel and one of your T-shirts.

She quickly wrapped around you the second you got back. You didn’t really want to let go so you gently cleaned her up how you could with her hold around you and tapped her arms to slip the shirt on, before laying back and pulling her onto your chest. “You did so good for me pup.. say, how would you feel about a collar for my good girl?” She blushed and looked up at you wide-eyed. “I- I’d like that- a lot!” “Yeah? We can label it ‘mommy’s pretty girl’ how about that?” She nodded, maybe a little too excited but she really didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed about it.

“Thank you, mommy.” She mumbled nuzzling back into your chest. You tilted your head smiling at her. “You are so welcome, sweet girl.”

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 24 - Enchanted Strap

pairing: sub!Wanda x dom!Reader

summary: Wanda tries a new spell.

content warnings: strap-on, blowjob

word count: 1k+

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“Hey,” you say, dragging out the end of the word as you walk towards where Wanda is seated on the couch. She sets her book down as you approach, smiling up at you as you gently sit down on her lap, draping yourself over it. 

“Remember the spell I asked you about?” 

Wanda chuckles at that, her cheeks growing slightly pink. She nods, biting her lip as her hand slowly rubs your thigh. 

You smile back at her, one of your hands coming up to cup her cheek, loving the way she nuzzles into it. Your fingers gently stroke her soft skin, moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. Truly, you were lucky to have Wanda as a girlfriend, and the fact that she was a witch only made you love her more. 

She’d been nervous to tell you at first, but your eyes had lit up and you’d cupped her jaw and told her to show you more in that commanding, breathless tone of yours. Wanda didn’t have the willpower to deny you, so she’d demonstrated her powers for you as you’d watched with child-like glee, your eyes wide and hands still gentle and loving when you touched her. 

You were the first person she’d ever told about her powers, and she couldn’t have been luckier to have you. 

“I want you to use it,” you say, your fingers moving to play with a few strands of her auburn hair. 

Wanda blushes harder at that. God, she gets so adorably shy. It's one of the most endearing things about her, truly, you love it. Her hands move slightly quicker against your thigh, and you can practically hear the thoughts spinning around in her mind. 

“Now, love,” you say, dropping your voice lower as you stand. Holding out a hand, you help Wanda up from the couch, smiling at the quiet ‘yes, darling’ that she responds with. 

You watch her walk toward the bedroom, shamelessly admiring her silhouette. Feeling yourself growing wet, you sink back onto the couch with a slight groan. Picking up Wanda’s book, you make sure to save her spot before setting it on the coffee table and stretching out on your stomach. 

The urge to rut your hips and grind into the cushion is strong, but you refuse to be caught in such a position. You could control yourself, you weren’t some… animal that just gave into their urges on a whim. But, you were pretty sure that wouldn’t last long tonight. 

After some time, Wanda calls your name from the bedroom. You feel your heart rate jump in anticipation, the heat between your thighs becoming almost unbearable. 

You slowly walk toward the room, steeling yourself as your nerves spike with excitement. The room is dark when you enter, a single lamp illuminating Wanda’s figure as she sits on the edge of the bed. She’s holding something in her hands, and you smile at her as you close the door behind you. 

“Put it on me, sweetheart,” you murmur, stepping further into the room. 

“Come here then,” Wanda says, her voice only slightly shaky as she commands you. A slight chuckle escapes you before you raise an eyebrow at her and move to stand directly in front of her. 

Her hands tremble slightly as she raises the harness to your hips, the dark red strap-on looking absolutely perfect in the dim lighting. God, you really hoped this spell worked. 

“I said the incantation correctly, so just… let me know what you’re feeling, okay?” Wanda says softly, her hands quickly securing the straps around your hips and thighs. 

You let your hands run through her hair as she works, your fingernails scraping against her head slightly. Feeling her tighten the last strap, you watch her lean back to admire her handiwork.

“Well,” you say, tilting your head. “Go on.” 

Wanda looks at you with wide, hungry eyes. Her pupils are already blown, and you know that she’d probably worked herself up just by enchanting the dildo. Sliding off the bed, Wanda gets on her knees in front of you, her hands coming up to rest on your hips. 

“Suck it.”

Obeying, Wanda wraps her lips around your strap, and that’s when you feel it. 

Oh. God. 

The sensation of her lips and tongue swirling around the tip of your strap causes your knees to buckle. Wanda’s strong hands support you, spinning you around until you’re seated on the edge of the bed, your hands gripping the comforter tightly. 

Emboldened by your reaction, Wanda takes you further into her mouth, loving the way you moan and buck your hips. One of your hands moves to grip her hair, the painful sensation causing her to moan. 

Everything happens all at once. Her moan vibrates against your strap, and the added sensation causes your orgasm to wash over you. It’s powerful, and you lose control slightly as you fuck yourself further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. 

Wanda’s fingers dig into your hips, but you hold her head painfully still as you spasm and jerk, your orgasm causing all of your muscles to lock up. Her pitiful whines and choked sounds cause another, smaller orgasm to wash over you, and you pant as she takes you further down your throat. 

The sensation of Wanda’s head bobbing up and down your strap sends your brain into overdrive. You finally feel the aftershocks hit, the peak of your orgasm fading as pleasure continues to roll through you. 

“Fuck,” Wanda chokes, finally pulling her mouth free from your strap. She licks the tip, smiling at the way your hips jerk in response. “That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

A half moan, half chuckle escapes you. 

Slowly, you pull Wanda into a standing position, ignoring the way your over-sensitive strap jerks when her thigh touches it. You want this night to be perfect, and you want to show Wanda just how proud you are of her new enchantment. 

“Lie down for me, love,” you murmur, already looking forward to the feeling of her soaked core sliding against your strap. God, you can’t wait to sink into her and fuck her while feeling her around you. 

“I’m gonna make you feel real good.”

[mathxa]

daddy!dom reader secretly sneaking in lactation pills in innocent!sub wanda’s food when she’s not looking

baby being all flustered and confused seeing some strange, white liquid coming from her now very much bigger tits, running to daddy 100% that there’s something wrong with her

“shshhh baby, daddy’s gonna help all the strange liquid go away, you just lay there and look pretty, yeah?”

this turns into a daily routine as little baby doesn’t understand that she’s lactating

a/n: i love bottom wanda sososoosso much there’s not enough fics for her ☹️☹️

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[havensins]

Spending hours between Wanda’s thighs bc one time she expressed how her past lover(s) never cared to make her cum or make her feel good in that aspect.

[ tw, impact play!! face slapping!!]

i luv this idea! spending hours with her and just teasing her and figuring out what makes her body jolt or twitch.

finding out that the likes to be choked, has a strong kink for impact play, etc. it would be so interesting to try out different things on her bc she’s so sensitive and her body is so responsive!

as you’re letting a couple fingers tease her clit, you bring up your other hand to wrap loosely around the base of her throat. from the way her hips buck up into your hand, you could tell she liked it.

and then she’ll ask you in the sweetest voice, “i want you to hurt me a little…” she looked towards you with her pupils blown as she grind against your fingers. she’d bring the palm of your other hand up to her cheek, and when you finally slap her.. you could feel her clench down on your fingers and practically squeal as an orgasm tumbled out of her.

it would be such a sight to see omg, wanda writhing and moaning on your fingers because of a little slap.

[sweet--escape17]

"Just the thought of you wearing this dress makes me crazy Wands.. You need to keep quiet if you don't want the team to know how big of a slut you are. Yeah? Let me play with you for a bit, now I'm going to turn you around and you're going to take it."

[themidnightcrimson]

good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

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The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”