#sub wlw

[pillowprincessgwen]

yeah yeah, sex is great and all, but what about casual dominance?

having her order my food for me, knowing what I want...

pulling me closer when other people are near...

glaring at anyone who looks at me...

picking my outfit for our date...

answering for both of us when someone asks a question...

so dreamy~

[sapphiclesbli]

when is it my turn to sit on a hot lesbian lap to tell them about my day while they grope me shamelessly?!

[fauxnova34]

The Ice Between Us

| Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When you a bored college student signs up for a beginners figure skating class, you never expected to be trained by Wanda Maximoff, the cold and commanding former figure skating champion whose career was cut short by an ACL injury. Wanda’s authority on the ice is absolute, she has no patience for beginners- especially one who seems to struggle with every move. Despite her harsh demeanour you’re more than determined to prove yourself. As Wanda asserts control over the class and over you, a complicated dynamic of power, desire and resistance begins to form. Will you rise to the challenge or crumble under wanda’s unyielding gaze?

Tags/warnings: Mean Wanda, dom/sub, fluff and smut, Age difference, mutual pining, Tension, Kinda enemies to lovers

Author’s note: This is my first series so I’m sorry if it’s not great, all comments/suggestions/critique is welcome but please be kind and respectful. I hope you enjoy the fic and the wild ride we are all in for!

You weren’t exactly sure what had prompted you in the beginning to sign up to this class. Maybe it was the fact that your college schedule felt endless, or maybe it was the idea of gliding on the ice seemed like the perfect escape from the pressures of exams and assignments. You’d always wanted to learn, but never had the chance. So, when a flyer had appeared on the campus bulletin board for extracurricular activities for adults, you had taken the plunge.

What you weren’t prepared for though, was her.

Wanda Maximoff. You’d heard of her of course, everyone had. She was a legend, practically a household name in the world of figure skating and on your TikTok for you page more than you’d like to admit. That was all until a catastrophic ACL injury had forced her out of the competition scene. Now, apparently she was here, in this small rink, offering to teach beginners like you. Your stomach flipped at the sight of her.

Wanda was standing in the set middle of the rink, her posture perfect, wrapped in a simple black jacket that hugged her curves, but there was nothing simple about her presence. She looked like she belonged to the ice like it was an extension of herself. As she began to glide every movement was sharp and graceful. She was without a doubt beautiful, but it was more than that. It was the way she seemed to command attention without even trying.

You shook yourself out of your daze and looked back down to your laces, you were hesitating, feeling the unmistakable rush of nerves in your veins. Was it really too late to turn around? But before you could make up your mind, her eyes found you.

Her gaze was immediate and it felt like a weight on your chest. You swallowed, heart suddenly hammering as she skated towards you with effortless speed, cutting through the ice with precision and grace that made your stomach tighten. She stepped of the ice in front of you, barely a breath away and your mouth went dry.

“You’re late” she said, her voice sharp. Her eyes were cold like they had already sized you up. She spoke up again “This isn’t the place for latecomers.”

You stammered, caught off guard by her bluntness. “I-I’m sorry. I hadn’t realised the class had already started”

“You’re here to learn how to skate, not to make excuses.” Wanda’s tone left no room for argument. She crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing with quiet judgement. “Hurry up and get in line. We don’t have time for anyone to be behind.”

The words stung and you felt the blush creeping up your neck. She wasn’t even trying to soften her tone. Her presence pressed against you like a weight you couldn’t shake. You were already wishing you could crawl into a hole and hide.

You nodded, unsure of what else to do. Her eyes didn’t leave you, not for a second. You were almost wondering if she was waiting for you to fail. “Laces criss crossed into a bow, be quick about it” she left you with before moving back into the centre.

Forcing your hands into motion you began tying them as she had said criss and crossing until they looks somewhat presentable tying them off with the bow before awkwardly shuffling to the rink where the rest of the class were trying to get into some semblance of rhythm. The other skaters didn’t notice your awkward entrance, but you could feel Wanda’s gaze on you, sharp and unblinking, as if she was waiting to watch every little mistake you would make.

The floor was slippery beneath you, and every step felt like you were about to lose your balance. But you couldn’t let yourself fall, not in front of her. You wanted to be good at this, needing to prove you could be more than another newbie just stumbling around on the ice.

“Don’t just stand there” Wanda’s voice cut through the space. “ Move, this is the beginners class, not the ‘watch people flail’ class. Skate, or get out.”

You froze, not sure if you’d been caught making a bigger mistake or if she just liked to keep her class on edge. That’s until the whole class seemed to stop and stare at you, and for a moment you just wished the earth would swallow you whole. But instead Wanda’s eyes locked with yours, for a fleeting second you’re sure you seen them soften, just barely.

“Try again” she said, her tone still commanding but with a subtle shift, something almost, expectant. “ And this time, don’t waste my time.”

Trying to ignore the way her words stung like a slap, you nodded. There was something about her authority, her control, that both frustrated you and compelled you. You knew she was tough, knew she wouldn’t let anyone slide by easily, but the more she pushed you the more you couldn’t help but want to prove her wrong.

Her eyes remained on you as you took another step, trying again to find some balance to glide across the ice. Every tiny movement seemed to be under her scrutiny and it made you feel both exposed and strangely…alive.

“Better” the word was still sharp, as if she were merely acknowledging that you hadn’t just completely embarrassed yourself. “But that’s not good enough. Do it again and this time, don’t think. Just move.”

It was a command and you didn’t even think to argue. You couldn’t, it felt like you were being bent to her will and you found yourself falling into line whether you wanted to or not.

You glanced around the rink desperate to follow the other skaters but they had already moved on. You were the only one still left struggling, alone in her gaze. She stood there, watching you, every bit the dominant figure that she was. And despite how harsh her words felt, despite the biting coldness in her tone, you couldn’t shake the feeling Wanda wanted something from you, something more than a simple performance.

She wanted obedience. She wanted control.

And for some reason, you couldn’t help but want to give it to her.

[domme-switch]

so cute when subs think their begging will make me reconsider their punishment. no sweetheart, but keep begging, it's adorable😌

[babydolllily]

[plushbunnypop]

wanting mommy to have me in her lap. the biggest fattest strap pushed into my pussy as she has me bounce in her lap. holding onto my thighs and hips guiding my pace. the wet sound of it sliding back into me to the hilt is paired perfectly with the sound of me crying whining and begging as she keeps one hand on my hips and uses the other to make me look at her. leaned over against her chest looking up at her. my cute little face all flushed and eyes shiny and wet with tears from how good it feels. " be a good girl for mommy and keep going. can you do that bunny? can you be a good little bunny slut and cum on my cock riding it? " i nod and desperately drop back onto the toy again and again holding onto her helplessly. when i finally cum tired and exhausted she pushes me onto my back and pushes it back into me and starts thrusting roughly into me again and making me cum as many times as she wants <3 ah to be used and played with like a pretty little toy

[requiemyourtouch]

don’t worry continue scrolling… I’m only thinking about being bent over by mommy and being fucked by her with her long strap when i am wearing only a white or pink shirt and she is pulling my hair

[lapislazuligirl]

Yes, my feelings're like a roller coaster ~🎀

[callistosmoth]

Tummy Titty Tuesday (shhh I know it's Sunday)

[swadness]

of course it's so like me to fall for the woman that i can never have and doesnt want me

[pillowprincessgwen]

oh, to be watching a movie with a butch and be pulled onto her lap... not in a brutish way, but just firm enough to know I don't really have a choice but to be there. to have his fingers idly dancing around my mouth to keep me occupied, her other hand squeezing my boob to relieve stress... to feel his volume under me as I sit, unable to do anything but squirm and whimper as I'm kept firmly in place, knowing what will happen to me when the movie's over...

[sapphiclesbli]

can I cockwarm your strap while I'm doing my makeup?? pretty please I promise I'll try not to make too much of a mess

[domme-switch]

there is just something about cute needy subs begging on their knees for mommy's cock with teary eyes...💛

[a-gfd-world]

You sound cute, but I bet you'll sound even cuter with a gag in your mouth.

[plushbunnypop]

Girls who overuse the 🥺 emoji need to be fucked and treated like princesses after

[requiemyourtouch]

massaging my tities, they are so heavy and tender, so so soft, I am moaning your name, my body naked and spread on the bed, please come to me please please please tell me what to do