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Shocking that when you focus on quality and give the story to actual writers they can successfully cement a character, give you her entire backstory, make you fall in love with her and make you cry when they kill her off, all in a span of 30mins.
#do more of this marvel#lilia you will always be famous#lilia calderu#patti can ACT#patti lupone#agatha all along#agatha series#agatha spoilers#agatha coven of chaos#agatha teen#agatha rio#agatha x rio#wanda x agatha#agatha harkness#rio vidal#billy kaplan#billy maximoff#william kaplan#kathryn hahn#aubrey plaza#joe locke
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when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly Iâve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour
#bethsvrse#STOP TAGGING YOUR X OC FICS AS X READER#ITS EVEN WORSE WHEN YOU ISE SECOND PERSON AS WELL#LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN???#THAT WOMEN IS NOT ME#PLEASE STOP#I CANT ANYMORE#I DONT CARE IF YOU ADD X READER AT YHE END TO GET MORE READS BUT DONT ADD IT AS THE FIRST TAG???? LIKE WHAT#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#neville longbottom x reader#peter quill x reader#peter parker x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#robin buckley x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#isaac lahey x reader#remus lupin x reader#sirius black x reader#james potter x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#sam winchester x reader#pedro pascal x reader#han solo x reader#luke skywalker x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#sarah cameron x reader#x reader
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The way Teenâs tipping point was Agatha saying he was just like his mother and then showing off the infamous Wanda mind control powers and then getting his own lil crown
#ending that with Billieâs you should see me in a crown was fucking genius tho#agatha teen#agatha all along spoilers#agathario#agatha spoilers#agatha x rio#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#billy maximoff#wanda maximoff#joe locke#kathryn hahn#aubrey plaza#the scarlet witch
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âSheâs not my mom. I have a mom.â Not pelope getting mad over this. đ
I feel like people forget Billy does not remember what before and spent 3 years with parents who care about him. Of course, he considers Rebecca his mom.
#billy maximoff#rebecca kaplan#Jeff Kaplan#billy kaplan#agatha all along#marvel television#mcu#wanda maximoff#you guys make me laugh sometimes
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the pause between ex & best friend. she really wanted to get under billy's skin so bad she was a few snarky comments away from saying âyeah well, i probably would have fucked your momâ
#would have also propositioned robopapa in the car had he not been on neighbourhood watch#who could not resist vision on a dark halloween night in their original costume#billy kaplan#billy maximoff#he is the child of one stable marriage and two messy divorces#three messy divorces if you count his one sided mistaken identity with agathario#agatha harkness#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#wagatha#agatha all along#marvel#agatha all along spoilers
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house wife
pairing: dark!50swanda x fem!reader
summary: after wanda meets you in her hex, she decides that she wants to keep you as her own.
content: noncon, heavy manipulation, degradation, mention of murder, crying, cheating (kinda??), nipple touching, fingering, clit rubbing, spitting, face slapping, mention of training.
a/n: half way writing this i realised wanda didn't have her children in the 50s so just pretend she did so i don't need to rewrite it :(
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The moment she met you, she was hooked. Everything about you drew her in. It made her heart flutter at how you genuinely cared for others and that beautiful, shy smile that would spread across your face at one of her compliments.
And it made her stomach flip at how utterly perfect your body was.
When she created the hex, it was out of grief and the yearning for a family with her dead husband, Vision. But once she met you, that idea was disregarded, and then her children and Vision disappeared.
She didn't care for her family's disappearance. She was too focused on the fact that she could finally have you.
The real you.
"Oh, hiya, Wanda!" Your cheerful voice brought a smile to her face.
You stood at your front door, holding a cookie tray with an apron wrapped around your waist. Wanda thought you looked adorable.
"Oh no, I hope I'm not intruding on your baking time, sweetheart." Wanda's voice was laced with faux concern.
You immediately shook your head, seemingly baffled by the question Wanda had asked. "Of course not! Your presence would never intrude on my time. In fact, why don't you come and sit whilst I finish baking?"
"Are you sure? I don't-"
"I insist."
Wanda bit her tongue, holding herself back from snapping at you and spanking your arse over her thigh. How dare you cut her off.
You stepped back, letting Wanda enter your house.
Your house was big for one person; it makes Wanda think someone else lived here before the hex.
"Make yourself at home!" You gestured to the living room, "I'll just pop these in the oven."
Instead of sitting on the couch, Wanda followed you to the kitchen and watched you. She held back a moan at how perfect your arse looked as you bent down to place the cookies in the oven.
She wanted to be slow and give you time to warm up to her, but you looked too perfect to resist, especially with how your dress revealed your panties to her.
"Come here," Wanda spoke with such authority that you immediately obeyed.
She softly grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at her. She smiled at how easily you complied.
Such a dumb, pretty thing.
She dragged her thumb over your lips and your mouth dropped slightly. Her chuckle brought you back into 'reality'.
"Um," You cleared your throat and stepped away from her. Wanda hid the anger in her face.
She stepped forward, sandwiching you between herself and the kitchen counter. She placed one hand on the counter and the other on your temple.
She lifted the spell.
Your eyes widened and your sweet, soft look was replaced by pure fear. You tried to run, but Wanda prepared for that and her magic kept you in place.
"Y-You did this," You whimpered "Please, let me go. I'll do anything, please."
Wanda smiled innocently, "Anything?"
"My wife-" You gasped, "Is she here? God, I haven't seen her in weeks. Please let her go if she's here. I promise-"
Wanda covered your mouth with her hand. She didn't want to hear about your wife. She wished she trapped your stupid wife in her hex so she could kill her.
"If you comply, I promise I won't hurt her." It was a simple lie, but you believed it.
She used her thumb to wipe your tears away. She couldn't have you crying already.
"Strip for me."
She watched with an amused grin as your brain struggled to process her request, but when it did, heat rose to your cheeks. With shaky hands, you removed your clothing until you were bare and on complete display for Wanda.
Wanda's fingers brushed against your erect nipples and her other hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you onto the counter. You whimpered as your back hit the cold counter.
"So perfect," Wanda muttered, more to herself than you.
Her fingers dragged down your stomach, goosebumps rising, until she stopped at your cunt. She lightly circled your clit and you whimpered in response.
Then, her fingers went lower. She tsked, shaking her head and brought her fingers up. They were drenched.
âIâm notâŚâ You swallowed, unable to finish your sentence.
âYouâre not what? Enjoying this?â Wanda rolled her eyes âDonât give me that bullshit because youâre drenched.â
You looked away, tears filling your eyes. You were embarrassed.
Wanda sighed. She had a lot of behavioural corrections to do.
She grabbed your chin, turning you to face her. You watched with teary eyes as Wanda spat on your cunt, spreading her spit with her fingers.
One of her fingers slowly entered, curling upwards and pulling out. She kept a steady pace, figuring out what made you scream. It was understimulating.
"More,"
Your demand was whispered and weak, but Wanda heard it.
"Say it with manners."
"Please, can I have more?"
You nearly cried. The guilt of begging another woman to fuck you ate you up, yet you couldn't stop yourself.
Wanda rewarded you with another finger, stretching you out. Your hips desperately rutted into her palm, chasing the pleasure. It was brain-numbing how good her fingers felt.
She slipped a third finger inside. It was embarrassing how drenched you were. You could feel your slick dripping down your ass and were positive it was dripping down Wanda's arm.
Your orgasm hit you suddenly. Your back was arched and your toes curled. Your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth dropped open, letting out the sluttiest moan.
Wanda captured your lips with hers, muffling your moans.
"Can't have people knowing what a whore you are." She mumbled.
You shuddered, wanting to say something snarky in reply but words fell dumb on your tongue.
"My wife-"
Wanda pulled back, anger evident on her face and her palm met your cheek. It wasn't a hard slap, but it made your heart drop and tears fill your eyes.
"So much training is needed."
Her fingers touched your temples and you were put under her spell again. She stepped back and sucked her fingers clean, watching your reaction intently.
You cleared your throat and looked around, confusion written on your face. You ran your hands over your naked body and jumped when you noticed Wanda standing there.
"My goodness!" You picked your clothes off the floor, shielding yourself from Wanda. "Sorry, Wanda. I-I don't remember getting naked but give me three seconds to tidy myself up and I'll meet you in the living room!"
Wanda grinned as she watched you walk away.
Brainless little plaything.
#bluewrites#wanda x reader#wanda x you#wanda x y/n#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x y/n#scarlet witch x reader#scarlet witch x you#scarlet witch x y/n#wanda maximoff smut#wanda smut
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Seduction Techniques (mommy!wanda x sub!fem!reader)
[minors don't interact, 18+]
pairing: mommy!wanda maximoff x sub!fem!reader (set in the 1960s decade of wandavision, i forgot she doesn't have children at this point but I'm not rewriting it so pretend pls <3)
summary: You work for Stark Innovations as a secretary for Vision. After getting invited to a party at his house you turn up with a clingy and flirtatious colleague. Wanda immediately takes a likening to you, wanting to make you hers, but when she see's your colleague trying to mark her territory, she has to teach you a lesson.
content warnings: shameful mommy kink, gagging, slapping, praise and degradation, slut shaming, masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, choking, toxic possessive wanda, mention of innocence and wandas fascination in your age gap and inexperience, images linked to breast feeding, adultery and gloriying affairs.
word count: 8k (strap in, its a long one)
Seduction Techniques
Stark Innovations, you read tracing the words with your finger. You hadnât been at the company long, but to be completely honest you had no idea what you were actually working for. You knew that it was a leading technology and defence contractor, known for pushing the boundaries of modern engineering, but that wasnât where your specialities lied. Youâd been Visions secretary for about a week now, basically just running files between different sectors, answering emails and calls, but mainly you felt like you floated around the brightest minds within a 40 mile radius of Westview.Â
This morning you were sitting at your desk, papers scattered across the surface, trying to figure out what you were supposed to do with all the folders. The office as a whole is a large, sterile space, intimidatingly quiet and you would do anything you could to avoid being noticed by the people who worked around you. This was impossible considering the only woman in the office was sitting adjacent to your desk and every time you glanced over at her, she was always looking curiously at you.Â
The door of the main office creaked open and everybody looked up as Vision walked into the room, visiting each and every person at their desk with little A6 pieces of card. Once he got to you he spoke in a professional manner, âI wanted to give you this,â He reaches over the unorganised mess of your desk, acting as if he was pretending not to see the state of all of his files, giving you the benefit of the doubt considering it was only your first week.Â
You take the card, glancing over the elegant script. It was an invitation to a party at his house, seemingly addressed as a mildly professional birthday gathering for himself. âIt will be good for you to meet some people outside the office so please come along if you can,â He suggests, âAnd get this sorted out, come on.â His hands gestured to the stacks of paper all out of order.Â
You nod, returning the gentle smile, though your mind is already racing with anxiety. You hadnât expected to have to attend something quite this personal, a considerable line you were forced to cross so soon. You looked around the room, nobody else seemed mildly interested in the invitation, clearly a usual event for the rest of your colleagues. You glanced down at the invitation again, it was signed, Wanda and Vision.Â
As you looked up from your desk, the brunette woman from across the room was now perching against your desk. âHi, Iâm Natasha by the way, I felt rude for not introducing myself.â She spoke softly, her eyebrow raised slightly as you held your hand out to meet hers in a shake. âEspecially considering the testosterone in the room.â
You both giggle, yours slightly more nervous than hers. âAre you going to this thing?â You ask, unsure if youâd be able to attend without a friendly face you could use as a safety blanket if things went south.Â
âI wasnât planning on it,â Her eyes flickering over you in a way that makes your pulse quicken, even if you werenât entirely comfortable with how publicly she was speaking to you. âBut if youâre going, maybe I could tag along with you?â
âWell Iâve got an invitation, so I guess Iâll see you there.â You laugh nervously, not wanting to seem too thrown by her advances, considering she was the first person, other than your boss, to make an effort to talk to you. Not seeing you as below her as Visionâs secretary. âWhoâs Wanda?â You ask, trying to shift the conversation away from her advances.
Natashaâs raised eyebrows tell you all you need to know, her expression clearly surprised. âYou havenât heard about Wanda? Everyone knows who she is.â She smirks, stepping back a little as she sips her coffee out of her floral patterned mug. âSheâs Visionâs wife, youâll see her this weekend. Trust me, you wonât miss her.â She winks, brushing her arm past yours as she walks away. You just nod, feeling a strange flutter of anticipation in your chest at the mystery that went by the name of Wanda.Â
A few days went by and you were finally in your car, parked outside the address on the envelope. You were a little later than planned, but the grandeur of Visionâs house sat in front of you and you felt a wave of nerves pass over you. It was taking every part of you to not pull out and drive away from the white picket fence that enclosed the well-manicured lawn and perfectly trimmed hedges. You take a deep breath and decide to just face it, knowing that this might be your only chance to be forgiven for what you had to admit was a very bad first impression on your first week.Â
Inside, everything is even more pristine than the front, polished wooden floors and family souvenirs scattered purposefully everywhere that you looked. It was a warm and welcoming atmosphere, aided by the warm lighting and harmonies of multiple conversations that was happening in the main room. You felt a little out of place, glancing around the small crowd that had gathered all together. You pull at your white buttoned blouse, re-adjusting your collar and smoothing down the creases in your forest green pencil skirt.Â
Your eyes quickly find Natasha, standing in the corner with a glass of champagne in her hand. She notices you immediately, flashing you a mischievous grin as she saunters over, a slight sway in her hips as she approaches you. âYou made it!â She says, her hand sliding casually onto your lower back as she leans her hip slightly closer to yours. You stiffen slightly but you try to play it off, not wanting to break friendships already.Â
âYeah, I couldn't miss it.â You admitted honestly, feeling stuck in a state of awkwardness which was quickly cut off by Vision approaching you both, dressed in a well tailored suit.Â
âIâm glad you could both make it.â He exclaims, his voice slightly tired from the endless introductions and greetings that he was forced into at his own party. He shakes your hand briefly, then glances over his shoulder. âWanda, darling, come say hello.â
You feel the air shift as Wanda emerges into your eyeline. Sheâs breathtaking in a subtle, but devastating way. Her red hair twisted into a French plait, pinned elegantly at the back of her head, the soft curled strands falling loose around her face. Sheâs wearing a deep green dress that hugs her curves in a professional manner, the material catching the warmth of the light just right. Her eyes are green, sharp, almost knowing as they settle on you. Then came her smile, one that could make you melt in an instant, making it hard to look away.Â
âSo, you must be the new one Visionâs told me about.â Her voice is rich, with a slight teasing edge that makes your hairs stand on end. She looks you over in a way that feels far too intimate for a first meeting, her eyes lingering just a little longer than they should, not remaining solely on your face.Â
Before you have a chance to respond, someone calls her name from across the room. âSorry I have been summoned,â She laughs, âBut please get yourself a drink darling, donât make me look like a bad host.â You watch her walk away, your eyes drawn to the casual sway of her hips, the graceful way she appears to move through people, like they magnetically moved and formed a path for her.Â
For the next hour you tried to remain focused in your conversation with Natasha and other fellow colleagues who dropped in and out of your small circle. There was a pull in your chest that kept drawing your gaze back to Wanda, her auburn hair bounced as she spoke, that blush across her cheeks was a magnetic pull. Your stare always seemed to find her figure in the crowd, barely adding anything to any conversation.Â
âIâm just going to grab another drink.â You say, interrupting the aimless conversation that you werenât the slightest bit interested in. You, less elegantly, move through the crowd and through the arched doorway into a kitchen that was so suburban you thought youâd stepped into a film. It certainly was no match for your tiny apartment where you can sit on your bed and also open the oven at the same time. There was metres of space around you, but still photo frames and childrenâs paintings littered the room.Â
You walked by, eyes catching a wedding photo of Wanda and Vision and you felt guilty for drooling over the way the housewife looked in her wedding dress. You immediately put the frame down, walking to the bottles of wine that were stacked on the counter, twisting the lid open and refilling your own glass.Â
Youâre lost in thought when you hear the soft click of heels against the wooden floor. You turn and your breath hitches when you see Wanda entering the room, a glass of red already in her hand, her lips, slightly wine-stained curling into a smirk as she catches your eye.Â
âHiding in here?â She asks, her voice low and smooth as she steps closer. You swallow hard, feeling your heart race in your chest, silently praying that she couldnât hear it thump against your skin.Â
âJust needed a moment,â You say, trying to sound casual, âAnd you know.â You laugh nervously, lifting your freshly refilled glass as Wandaâs eyes beam at you with satisfaction. The tension between the two of you is palpable, almost like you could slice through it with a knife.Â
âHm, I donât think youâre supposed to refill your own glass, especially not at your boss's party.â She teases humorously, watching the pink flush into your cheeks and you hold up your hands ready to apologise. âAh, ah no need, youâre always welcome.â She reaches over you, your back up against the counter as her fingers graze your upper arm as she grabs for the bottle that you opened. You feel the spark of the touch, sharp but settling as you swallow hard.Â
âItâs a lovely party Mrs Maximoff.â You compliment, not sure what else to say. She looks down at you, satisfaction lies deep within her green eyes. She waves her hand as if to say sheâd heard enough of the small talk all night.Â
âI couldnât help but notice how close you and Natasha are.â She asks with genuine curiosity, but you blink surprised by her unashamed bluntness.Â
âNatasha? No, Itâs not like that.â You stammer, caught off guard as your bodies remain intensely close. âWe work together, thatâs all.âÂ
Wanda laughs softly at your nervousness, her eyebrow arched as she presumed you were suggesting that she would have a problem with it even if you were more than colleagues. âRelax, Iâm not that kind of woman.â Her eyes gleam as she takes a deliberately slow sip of her wine, never once breaking eye contact. Your flush was creeping up your neck now, unsure of how to respond. âSo no one special hm? Pretty girl like you.â
You couldnât almost choke on your small sip of wine at the compliment, the liquid getting stuck in your throat. âNo, I donât, most of my time is spent taking care of Vision and work.â Youâre not sure why youâd lied, you spent the majority of your time worrying about your job, spending less time doing what you were actually paid to do. There was something about her gaze that was making you feel strangely exposed to the point you were making stuff up on the spot.Â
Wandaâs lips twitch in amusement as she swirls the wine around her glass at your response, âOh trust me, I know what thatâs like.â There's a wicked glint in her eyes, and just as youâre about to ask what she means, a familiar figure fills the doorway as Vision walks into the room.Â
âWanda my darling, can I steal you for a moment.â Wanda nods instantly, turning back to you and rolling her eyes, but not before stealing another slow and lingering glance as she steps past you, her hand brushing your arm, this time her fingers squeezing harder against your skin, lasting far too long to be deemed as innocent.Â
âWeâll talk later,â She says softly, almost under her breath before she slips out of the room, leaving you standing in the empty space of her kitchen, breathless and more confused than ever. You gulp down the wine, refilling your glass once again.Â
You noticed how quickly you were getting through drinks, beginning to feel yourself get a little more tipsy. You were now perched on a stool in the living room, listening to the drunk slurs of Natasha still rambling on about something that you lost interest in about half hour ago. Your eyes were still fixed on Wanda, who by the continuous scrapes on the back of her neck and quick breaths that she took when she walked away from someone, you could tell was also becoming slightly more tipsy. She was holding herself better than you, somehow her heels keeping her stable as she pranced elegantly around in that dress that was driving you crazy.Â
The evening continued to progress and the effects of the wine were at the forefront. It was more than a gentle buzz now leaving your thoughts clouded and your steps a little uneven. You were trying so hard to leave Wanda alone, but the faint clicks of her heels against the polished floor kept bringing you back to watching the way her emerald dress clung to her curves. You watched as a faint shadow of discomfort clouded her usually poised face and you watched her try to slip away unnoticed towards the hallway, which would have been successful if you werenât watching her so closely.Â
The tension in her shoulders when she walked made you feel uneasy at your core. Instinctively, you followed her steps, slow and measured, trying to stay upright as you trailed her toward the bathroom. You stop in your tracks when you hear muffled voices behind the door. You could recognise it anywhere, Visionâs voice stern and sharp cutting through the silence.
âYou shouldâve paid more attention Wanda. Do you know how stupid youâre making yourself look?â His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the irritation beneath it. You could barely make out her response, but the emotion in the silence that followed was clear. Moments later, the door flew open and Wanda rushed out, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She didnât see you as she brushed past, head down, her heels clicking faster as she made her way to the back door, escaping into her back garden away from the crowd.Â
You didnât know what came over you, your heart racing at the sight of her as you followed her out into the garden. The cool night air hit your wine muddled brain and you spotted her sitting on the low stone wall that bordered the garden, her head in her hands, the hem of her dress sitting perfectly around her form. Her red hair was slightly messed from the evening, a few stray tendrils escaping the elegant french plait she had worn so proudly earlier, but you thought she still looked beautiful.Â
You hesitated, questioning whether the wine was pushing you forward, but you needed to make sure she was okay. âMrs Maximoff,â Your voice was soft as you stepped closer, she lifted her head quickly, her tear-streaked face turning toward you. In a flash, she wiped at her eyes, trying to compose herself.
âHi, sorry itâs my turn to have a moment.â She tried to laugh, but her voice was hoarse and the lie was painfully obvious.Â
You sat down beside her, keeping a respectful distance. âYou donât seem fine,â You reach out, placing a comforting hand on her knee. While the contact meant to be reassuring, it sent a jolt of electricity through you both.Â
Wandaâs lips twisted into a wry smile, her hand overlapping yours as a silent thanks, âItâs just hard you know, You think youâre doing everything right and then it's suddenly not enough.â She let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. âIâm trying to be a good wife, a good mother, but I donât know what Iâm saying, youâd have no idea, youâre so young.â You could hear the wine laced tone in her voice as she continued rambling, but the genuine hurt was written all over your face. Without thinking, you reached out, brushing her hair back gently, your fingers lingering at the nape of her neck.Â
âYou are an amazing wife Mrs Maximoff, Vision is lucky to have you. And your kids? Theyâre lucky to have a mother like you,â You compliment honestly, letting your wine thoughts take over, âYouâve got them all plastered all over your house, Itâs obvious how much you care about them.â
She paused, her eyes widening slightly, a mixture of surprise and hope. There was a flicker of something deeper in her gaze, and for a moment, it felt like the world around you both faded away.
âYou think so?â Her voice softened, a hint of unexpected vulnerability breaking through. Yet despite it all, the tension hung tick in the air as she searched your eyes, her expression shifting. âYou barely know me. How could you possibly think that?â
You felt a surge of confidence as you leaned in slightly, heart racing quicker than before. âI donât need to know everything about you to see what kind of person you are.â You paused, letting your gaze roam over her face, the way the moonlight illuminated her features. âI can see good people from the moment I meet them.â
Her lips now formed a teasing smile, her eyes holding a certain depth that made your breath hitch in the back of your throat. They were flickering with something unreadable. She leaned in just an inch closer, her voice low and laced with flirtation. âGood people, hm?â Her fingers now create circles against the back of your hand, âCareful darling, you might find that Iâm not as good as you think.â She tilted her head, deciding to go easier on your innocent face that responded silently to her teasing, âI canât imagine a young, attractive girl like you could really mean that.â
You felt heat flood your cheeks, caught off guard by her compliment. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady, though you were sure she could hear the slight tremble in it. âI do mean it. I might not know everything about you, but youâre more than just Visionâs wife or your children's mother.â You shifted closer, your heart pounding harder in your chest as you dared to let your gaze linger on her lips. âYouâre something special Mrs Maximoff.â
Her face darkened at your words, her smile fading into something softer, more intense. She let out a quiet breath, every inch of your skin tingling with anticipation. Her thighs subtly began to squeeze together, every time you addressed her by her title rather than her name which she had introduced herself as, but you choosing to remain innocently respectful was driving her crazy. Wanda couldnât help but imagining corrupting your innocent little mind, having you bent over for her while she fucked you dumb.Â
âSpecial... is that what you think I am?â Her voice was barely above a whisper, dripping with curiosity and something elseâsomething far more dangerous.
You nodded, the words caught in your throat as your pulse quickened, your heart hammering in your ears. Her fingers stopped their slow, deliberate movements and instead curled gently around your hand, her thumb brushing the side of your palm in a way that sent shivers down your spine.
Wandaâs eyes darted down to your lips, her breath warm and shallow. She hesitated, her voice now even softer than before, vulnerable beneath the weight of the growing tension between you. âYouâre so sweet to me honey, and you barely know me.â Her lips now hovered inches from yours, so close you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. âI might not be the good person you think I am. What if I make you regret it darling.â
Your core trembled at how close her face had become to your own. The desire in her voice was slowly unravelling you, but instead of pulling away, you allowed the wine to give you the confidence to lean in further, closing the distance until your lips were almost touching. Your voice trembling, âI donât think I could regret you Mrs Maximoff.âÂ
That was her final straw, she snapped the tension as she closed the gap between you with a soft, deliberate kiss, the kind that felt like a blow burn igniting deep in your chest. The touch of her lips was light at first, testing, teasing, but when you didnât pull away from her advance, her hand cupped the back of your neck, tangling itself in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss.Â
Your fingers instinctively gripped her waist, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her now bunched up dress, and for a moment, nothing else mattered but the way her lips moved against yours, her tongue swiping your bottom lip before taking it into her teeth and tugging against it, making you whine desperately against her mouth.Â
Wanda pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours, her breathing uneven as she whispered, âI told you, Iâm not as good as you think,â Her thumb brushed over your jaw, her lips ghosting yours again, a low, teasing chuckle escaping her, âBut I could take care of you, you know that donât you.âÂ
Her voice dropped lower, that familiar tone slipping into something more playful, more commanding, âMommy knows how to make her good girl feel special.âÂ
Your pulse quickened again, heat flooding your body as her words wrapped around you. You were at a loss for words, you were particularly inexperienced and youâd never had anyone that looked or sounded like the way Wanda spoke to you. You could feel the arousal pooling between your legs, your mind reeling from the kiss, from her touch, from the way she held complete control. Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps approached from behind you.
âWell this is cosy.â Natashaâs voice broke the tension like a whip. You jerked away from Wanda, your heart racing as Natasha appeared at the edge of the garden, her expression one of amusement, but there was something dangerously possessive flashing behind Wandaâs eyes. âThere you are,â She slurred, her hand reaching out to grab your arm and you could see Wanda desperately trying to not stand up for your defence, âCome on, let's get back inside gorgeous.âÂ
You were too stunned to resist as Natasha pulled you up from the wall. You glanced back at Wanda, your heart aching at the sight of her. She sat there, watching you with a look that was far more than just jealousyâit was something primal, something dark.
Your chest tightened with a sense of dread, knowing you were in deep trouble. Youâd crossed a line, and there was no going back.
The rest of the night passed in a blur, but Wandaâs gaze never left your mind. You didnât see her again before you left, and now, the thought of returning to work and seeing Visionâafter kissing his wife in their own gardenâwas enough to make you feel dizzy.
That night, after youâd managed to find your way home, you felt a shameful amount of guilt and you couldn't sleep. Even as the moonlight spilled through the slats of your blinds, casting a soft glow across your room, your mind was racing. Every time you close your eyes, you see her. The way her lips had felt pressed against yours, the warmth of her breath, her voice, thick with desire, echoing in your ears.
"Mommy knows how to make her good girl feel special"
The words sent a shiver through you, settling deep in your core. Your body stirred, heart pounding harder as you recalled the way her fingers had brushed over your skin, the unspoken promise in her touch, the way her lips had lingered just a moment longer than necessary. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push the thoughts away, but it was no use. Wanda was all you could think about, and the more you tried to ignore it, the worse it got.
Your hand moved slowly beneath the sheets, almost without thinking, fingertips grazing over your stomach as a small gasp escaped your lips. You hesitated for a moment, but the memory of her was too strong, too intoxicating. Your body ached with need, your breath coming quicker as you gave in to the desire swirling inside you.
You imagined herâher red hair falling in loose curls, the way her lips had formed into that teasing smile. The way her eyes had darkened with want when sheâd leaned in close, her voice a low murmur meant only for you. "Youâre so sweetâŚ" her voice replayed in your head, as though she were there beside you, whispering in your ear. "But maybe Iâm not as good as you think..."
Your hand slipped lower, and you bit your lip as a soft moan escaped you, your body responding to the thought of her, the memory of how sheâd kissed you in the garden, her fingers so possessive, so commanding. Every touch, every word, was still fresh in your mind, and it made your pulse quicken.
You imagined her voice, soft and sultry, like velvet wrapping around you. "Youâre such a good girl, arenât you?" you could almost hear her purring, her lips ghosting over your neck as her hand trailed lower, just like yours was now. "I could take care of you, make you feel so goodâŚ"
Your breath hitched as your fingers dipped lower, finally giving into the need that had been building since that kiss. The pressure of your hand, the soft movement, made you arch into the sensation, biting your lip harder as the heat coiled in your belly. You imagined that it was her touching your clit, making you gasp carefully at the touch. The image of Wandaâs smile, her possessive gaze, fueled the fire, every thought of her pushing you closer to the edge.
"Mommy knows how to make her good girl feel specialâŚ"
Your fingers moved faster, the wetness between your thighs a stark reminder of how much she had affected you. You pressed your head back against the pillow, your free hand gripping the sheets as the memory of her touch consumed you. The way her voice had dipped, teasing and dangerous, the way her hand had lingered on your skinâeverything about her had left you aching for more. Your eyes were closed, the image of her face hovering over you, that smirk cutting through you as she watched you fall apart underneath her touch.Â
Your breath came out in soft pants, your body tense as the pleasure built, spiralling out of control. It was all Wandaâher lips, her touch, her dominanceâeverything about her had ignited something in you that you couldnât ignore. Your hips bucked against your hand as you chased that release, imagining her there with you, whispering in your ear, telling you how much she wanted to take care of you.
"Good girl."
That was all it took. Your body tensed, your back arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, your soft moan filling the quiet room as your hand stilled between your thighs, shivering in the aftermath. The tension released in a rush, your body trembling as you slowly came down from the high, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
But even as the pleasure ebbed away, Wandaâs presence lingered in your mind, a constant pull that you knew would only grow stronger the more you thought of her. And you couldnât stop thinking about her.
As you lay there, your heart finally slowing, one thought circled back in your mind, sending a thrill through you: this was far from over. You had tasted something dangerous, something forbiddenâand you werenât sure if youâd be able to hold yourself together if you got the chance to see her again.Â
You woke up a few hours later to the sound of your alarm, hitting the clock you rose and was immediately drawn to the stickiness between your thighs from your activity the night before. Youâd made such a mess of yourself to the thought of her, something that you had barely done before. Even without her there she made you feel so dirty and a part of you absolutely loved it. You decided to leave the same underwear on, enjoying how uncomfortable you felt sitting in the dampened fabric, a constant reminder of Wanda.Â
Your head was aching from the alcohol youâd consumed, but you managed to find your way to your desk as the office settled into its usual afternoon quiet. Youâd been struggling to stay focused all day and when Vision approached you earlier you felt your voice squeak, squirming in your chair as you felt your arousal grow just at the thought of his wife.
Once again, Natasha was hovering over your desk, finding reasons to brush her hand over your arm, her touch lingering in a way that sent mixed signals. You were trying your best to stay focused, but your distracted mind didnât have the energy to shake her away from you.Â
âI wouldnât mind taking you out for a drink later, If youâre up for it.â She leans in, her voice low and teasing but unlike Wandaâs tone from the night before, she didnât make you want to drop everything in order to go on an uncomfortably flirtatious date with your needy colleague. You felt bad leading her on, but your mind was elsewhere.Â
Before you can even formulate an excuse, you catch a flash of red out of the corner of your eye, the familiar daunting sound of the click of heels against the laminated floor. Everything around you seems to freeze. Wanda Maximoff. You tense up, recognising her immediately before her mind catches up to you. She walks into the office, a few greetings heading her way from the other men sitting at desks closer to the door. Your mouth hung ajar slightly at her figure wrapped in an elegant dress.Â
You try to maintain your composure, but as you watch Wanda glance around, her expression purposefully remaining neutral, yet you still feel the weight of her gaze land briefly on Natasha, who still stands too close to you.Â
âIâm just dropping off some files for Vision.â Her voice is calm, smooth, but you can sense the underlying tension in the way her eyes dart between you and Natasha.Â
âVisionâs actually out for the day, but I can take care of that for you.â You stand up from your desk, stepping towards her as you gesture toward the file in her hands, hoping to appear professional though your nerves are evident in the tremble in your fingers.Â
Wandaâs lips twitch into a smile, her fingers tightening slightly around the folder as if she was considering whether to hand it over. For a moment, her gaze locks onto yours, and there's something intense, something dangerous simmering just beneath her incredible composed exterior.
âAre you sure? Itâs important.â She says, her voice dropping with faux innocence, though the way her eyes linger on you sends a very different message. You nod, managing a small smile.Â
âIâve got it. You donât need to worry.â You reach for the file, your fingers brushing hers briefly as you take it from her. That sends a jolt through your core and you canât help but notice the slight smirk that pulls at Wandaâs lips as she watches your reaction.Â
Natasha is standing behind you, recognising the obvious tension between you both. âAlways so helpful, arenât you?â She teases, but there's a sharp edge to her tone now. She steps closer to you, her hand lightly brushing your shoulder once again, as if claiming her territory in front of Wanda.Â
Wandaâs eyes narrow ever so slightly, though her smile remains calm and composed. âIâll leave it in your capable hands then.â Her voice is velvet, but you can feel the jealousy bubbling beneath her words.Â
âIâll make sure your husband gets them.â Natasha says, a harsh tone to her voice, accentuating heavily on the reminder that Wanda is married. The brunette continues to hover far too close to Wandaâs liking and you watch her gaze harden, her green eyes practically burning with unspoken possessiveness. The air between the three of you feels suffocating, and all you can do is stand there, caught in the middle, your heart pounding in your chest.Â
Suddenly Wanda retracts her previous statement as she was about to leave, âActually we need to talk privately,â She doesnât wait for a response, her hand lightly gripping your arm as she gestures towards Visionâs office, âNow.â
The way she says it makes it sound less like a suggestion and more like an order and you follow her without hesitation, your heart racing as she sways her hips purposefully in time with the click of her heel as she steps.Â
As soon as the door closes behind you, the atmosphere shifts. Wanda is no longer the calm, collected housewife she usually presents herself as. She turns to face you, her eyes darkening with something that was dangerously close to fury. Before you have a chance to greet her properly she shoves you harshly into the office door, the blinds to the door window already closed from Vision before he left.Â
âWhat the fuck was that.â She spits at you, her voice dripping with disdain. She grips your jaw between her hand, forcing your face up to look directly at her, her thumb digging particularly hard into your cheek. âNatasha is a bit too friendly, don't you think?â She growls her name, her manicured nails scratching into your skin as she sputters her name.Â
You blink, taken aback by the sudden change in her demeanour, yet there was something so intoxicating and addictive about it. âI didnât mean to-â
âDidnât mean to what? Let her flirt with you.â She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing against your ear as her grip on your jaw tightened. âYou think you can play around with people like her? Youâre just a little girl, you donât know what's good for you.â
Your heart raced at her words, the fire in her tone igniting a thrilling mix of fear and desire within your core. âYouâre so young, so naive. You think you can handle this?â She steps back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she assesses your body trembling, wincing as she roughly tugs your face up further, making you uncomfortable. âYou need someone to teach you, to take care of you. Someone who knows whatâs best for you.â There was an edge to her voice, a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.Â
You opened your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off. âNo, donât say a word.â Her voice was low, commanding, stepping in closer again, feeling the heat radiating from her fury. She leans into your neck, her grip tugging your head to one side as she licks a strong stroke up the length of your throat, biting into your ear lobe making you whine.Â
âYou need to learn your place.â Her other hand gripped your wrist, shoving you harder into the door, âYour place is with me, not that pathetic little whore.â You felt a rush of submission wash over you at her words.Â
âMrs Maximo-â
She delivered a sharp slap to the side of your face and you let out a sharp moan at the hot sensation spread across your cheek. âYou donât get to speak right now.â Her eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness, âYou are mine, you listen to me.â Her hand finds its way to your throat, gripping you so tightly sheâd cut the oxygen completely off, your eyes fluttering as you went lightheaded.Â
She loosens her grip, not letting you go, your head still flush against the door looking up to her with your innocent eyes. âYouâre not ready for that type of attention.â She was looking at you now as if to be assessing your worth to her, âI will teach you to be good, how to belong to someone.âÂ
âBut I want to make my own choices.â You plead, your cheeks flushed as her grip tightened harder than before, your throat caught in the whirlwind of her anger and jealousy.Â
âNo you donâtâ Her voice had calmed and her grasp around your neck was now just fingers brushing against your skin, finding the curve of your jaw and gently caressing you. âYou want me to take care of you.â
You couldnât help but nod, the truth of her words resonating deep within you. You had wanted this since the moment you set your eyes on her, you just didnât really know what this was before now. You felt your innocent leaking out of you in the form of your arousal dampening your already ruined underwear.Â
âYou donât think pretty girl, just let Mommy think for you.â Her fingers like fire brushing against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the anger still simmering beneath the surface. âAw, you like the idea of that donât you.â Her breath was stern against your neck, âYouâre so cute when youâre flustered.â Her hand brushing the pink flush of your cheeks, one side significantly darker from the slap you received earlier.Â
âNow Mommyâs going to teach you how to behave.â She teases, finally letting go of your face and your throat and you breathe heavily in order to catch up with your racing heart race. Youâre stuck flush against the door, watching as she packs up a section of Visionâs desk, tapping the top of the wooden surface, gesturing you to come and sit up on it.Â
You do it immediately, but as you go to perch against it she grabs your thighs from underneath and roughly pushes you to where she wants you. Her hands bunch your dress up to your waist, revealing your light pink underwear, a little bow sewn in the middle of the hem. She also saw that you werenât wearing tights, but thigh high socks and she scoffed at the sight of you.Â
She cups your pussy, only again chuckling at the warm dampness that immediately soaked into her palm. âHoney youâre soaking for mommy.â She places more pressure into you, the heel of her palm pushing dangerously into your sensitive clit, making you yelp. You could tell that you looked guilty, immediately remembering how youâd ruined them a few hours before. âHave you touched yourself in these?â
You nod shamefully and she hooks her finger under the hem at the side, yanking them down quickly and removing them completely from your legs. âDid you get some big feelings, pretty girl? Tell me.â She bunched your panties in her hands, bringing them up to her face and inhaling your sweet scent before tossing them to the side.Â
You could choke on her words, but when she pushed your thighs apart wider, standing between you, forcing them to stay open as she roughly pushed two fingers inside of you, immediately curling them upwards at a relentless pace you had never experienced before. âTell me.â She warns dangerously, quickening her pace, wanting to hear the desperate shake in your voice.Â
âThere was a funny feeling in my stomach that night you kissed me.â You panted heavily, âI had to touch myself, imagining that it was you.â You sounded so pathetic but Wanda was lapping it up, her thumb finding your clit as you leant back against the desk, holding yourself up by gripping the opposite end of the desk.Â
âWhen was this pretty girl?â Wanda asks, her motions now remaining a continuous pace now that sheâd found the one level higher than it seemed you could take comfortably.Â
âLast night.âÂ
âAnd you wore them today.â Wanda scoffs, her smirk dangerous and sultry, her green eyes dark as she starts thrusting hard into you. You nod in shame, your head hanging low as she scrunched your eyes at the rough contact against your bundle of nerves. âYouâre filthy arenât you, a filthy little girl for mommy.âÂ
âYes Mommy, Iâm your filthy little girl.â You could barely string sentences together, each word caught in a high pitched moan. You hear footsteps from outside the office, people walking by and Wanda stills her movements, pulling out of you and moving backwards remembering that sheâd forgotten to lock the door.Â
âYou sound so pretty for Mommy, but you need to stay quiet.â She whispers, her own hand dipping underneath her dress, feeling the soaked fabric of her own underwear before pulling them off. You watch in awe as her black laced panties hooped at her ankles, she steps out of them, the click of her heels louder as they step back to the ground. She bunches them in her hand, her other hand grazing your lips, prying them open before slotting her dampened underwear between your lips, âFor safe measure.â She smirked, you looked so pathetically desperate with her laced lingerie gagging you.Â
You felt dizzy as the taste of her arousal leaked onto your tongue, you groaned at the sweet taste of her, but your groan was painfully muffled. She delivered a quick slap to your thighs, you opened your legs immediately and she pushed her fingers back inside of you, once again not giving you a chance to react before she was thrusting harshly into you. âYou enjoy the taste of Mommy while I ask you why youâve come to work looking like such a slut when you donât work for me, but rather my husband.âÂ
You try to defend yourself, but no words come out as your tongue continues to circle the dampened fabric, barely able to see as Wanda adds a third finger to the other two relentlessly working inside of you. âWho are you trying to impress?â You shake your head at the accusation, no other way of getting your words across.Â
Your core is trembling as Wanda harshly fucks you with her fingers, her nails now digging into your back, forcing you forward to lean into her chest. The new angle made her go insanely deeper inside of you, leaving you moaning loudly into her chest. Your head rested right against her breasts and you could feel her painfully erect nipples against your cheek through her dress.
As her thumb begins to draw torturous circles around your clit, the sensations are way too stimulating for someone of your little experience. You tug desperately at the buttons of her dress and she looks down at you while her wrist continues its same rough thrusts. âYou wanna suck on Mommy?â You nod frantically at the assumption and she smiles at you, placing a gentle kiss to your temple, your emotions confused at the gentle gesture while her fingers were fucking you dumb. She removed her underwear from your mouth, draping them over the edge of the desk as a constant reminder that she could gag you if you mess up.Â
She allows you to undo the top of her dress, managing to find your way to her soft porcelain skin, her breast perked upwards and you immediately latch onto her hardened nub. You whimper softly at the feeling of your lips against her nipple, using your tongue to softly flick over her breast, making it easier for you to manage the pace in which she was fucking you, her nails gripping into your waist, pulling your front flush against hers as your mouth refuses to let go of your natural gag.Â
Each time her thumb flicked your clit so precisely, you whined against her nipple, the vibrations making her wrist pump harder into you. She felt you suckles getting harder, your teeth lightly grazing as you felt your core tighten around her fingers. âYouâre close arenât you princess.âÂ
You nod desperately, letting go of her aching nipple with a pop as you look up at her pleadingly. âThose puppy dog eyes arenât letting me forget how you let Natasha touch you, only good girls get to cum when they want.â Then suddenly all contact was removed from you and you looked up at her with desperate confusion. She brushes her hand across your lips, your sweet arousal lingering on your mouth.Â
âMommy?â You say, your voice laced with confusion as you are left on the brink of your orgasm, your hips jutting uncontrollably to try and gain contact.Â
âMommy wants to taste you, Iâll give you what you want once I hear what I want from that pretty mouth of yours.â She says, her voice stern as she drops to her knees in front of you, her hands caressing your inner legs through those sheer thigh-highs that were driving Wanda crazy. She imagined having you in her and Visions bed, ankles lied to your wrists as you lied on your front before she fucked you senseless with her strap. But she was more than satisfied as she smelt your arousal in front of you, your wetness glistening against your skin and your perfect folds. She was obsessed with the way your pussy looked, so tight and neat, perfectly untouched.Â
Wanda pushes her hair behind her ears, diving in to consume you, taking one long lick from the bottom of your slit, right up to the top of your trembling clit. She looked up at you, trying your best to sit so she could see your face, your eyes crunched and bottom lip between your teeth. âWho do you belong to?â She asks, before sucking against your exposed clit, protruding desperately as she clasps her lips around it.
âYou Mommy only you.â You pant breathlessly, your feet digging hard into her back in an attempt to stay still and docile for Wanda. She continued to suck against you, pulling back, kissing an individual kiss against your bundle of nerves.Â
âWho is not allowed to go near you.â She says, before diving straight back in, this time her hand reaches the top of your mound, stretching your skin upwards so her tongue could flick harshly against your aching clit, pushing you dangerously close to the edge.Â
âNatasha.âÂ
With the name spoken, her teeth gently nip at your clit and you let out an exasperated cry of pain before she soothes it with her saliva, spitting softly onto your cunt so her tongue would glide effortlessly through your folds. She pulls back one more time, enjoying the sound of your worn out voice, still trying so hard to please her. âWhat happens if Mommy finds out something like today happens again.âÂ
âMommy will punish me.â You gasp, your core burning as the orgasm twirled in your stomach, threatening to rip right through you as Wanda maintains her hold, leaving your clit completely exposed to the rough attack of her tongue. You were doing everything you can to drag out the feelings of pleasure and pain against your cunt, not wanting this spaced out feeling to end, you knew youâd do anything she asked, take anything she wanted you to in this moment. With the grip of her nails into your waist, her tongue relentlessly working you up you reach the point of no return, the inevitable orgasm ripping through you at an intense level, your skin felt like it was burning apart as her name tumbled from your lips, her tongue not once stopping.Â
She continued until you rode out your high, your hips rutting against her tongue as she tried to hold you down, but secretly loving the feeling of your body not being able to control itself, knocking into her mouth over and over again. Once you let out your last heavy breath, Wanda emerged from under your bunched up dress, one final kiss delivered to your entrance before immediately grabbing you into a soft, gentle kiss that shared your arousal through your tongues sliding against each other.Â
âThat's a good girl, I think you learned your lesson.â Wanda smirks, pulling you into a careful embrace as your body shakes against her hold. âNow you go back out there and pretend Mommy didnât just fuck you dumb in your bosses office.â
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đđđŤđ˘đ§đ : Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: SMUT, NON- CON, dark!Wanda, kidnapped, drugging, mind control, mommy kink, enchanted strap, breeding kink, dumbification, praise kink, manhandling
đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: With Vision gone Wanda found a new way to have her perfect family. But for that she has to take drastic message
đ/đ: letâs pretend itâs yesterday
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Wanda longed for one thing, a family, something picture perfect like youâd see in the sit coms she used to watch. But with Vision gone, she thought she could never reach her goal until she had found you. Pretty and young the perfect wife for her causes.
There was only one problem you already had a man. Which made her more angry with each day passing. How could a man claim over something which was clearly made for her. The only solution was to steal you away from your life, make you forget so you wouldnât linger after the things which were bad for you.
Around her cabin in the Canadian woods she had build a small hex. A hex you couldnât cross but was still big enough to make you feel like you could prow through the forest. But first she needed to catch you on your way home as she had mapped your daily schedule perfectly.
Wanda walked three steps behind you her hoodie hiding her face. Until you crossed in the dark valley leading into your Appartement. Hastily she had caught up to you her fingers casting a spell before you fell in her arms unconsciously.
When you regained your consciousness, waking up in clean white sheets with sun streaming through the window. Something was off, but you couldnât remember what. You had memories of a life with a woman who seemed familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
When you stood up and found the kitchen the same unfamiliar woman was cooking breakfast, Wanda, had you just forgotten the name of your own wife? âOh baby youâre awake alreadyâ She pulled you against her chest âDo you still have the headache from yesterday baby?â She asked her hand petting over your hair. âW- What? I canât rememberâ Her perfect smile distorted a bit, became creepy even. âThatâs because you havenât had your pills yet babyâ She spoke in a soothing voice as if it was the most normal thing for her.
She kept preparing for breakfast, cutting some strawberries because she knew she liked them. While she was focused on you her accidentally cut her finger, and the hex flickered for a split second and all the memories can crashing down on you. With from shock widened pupils you stared at her and she knew she had to act fast. âW-here am I?â Tears were building in building in your eyes. âLet me go I- I have a boyfriend, f- familyâ
She lounged at you manhandling your body on the couch âyou donât need them! All you need is me, I can tell whatâs good for you and what notâ She pressed you down hard the tears were already wetting the couching of the couch. âYouâre just a dumb little girl who needs mommy to tell her what to doâ
âPlease donâtâ You begged but her magic was already making you forget again. Youâre brain soon felt like mush. You barely registered her pushing up your shirt and pulling your panties down âthatâs a good girl all dumbed down and obedientâ She played with your sloppy cunt. âYouâre so wet baby? Do you like mommy playing with your little pussy?â
âYes mommyâ you mewl pushing your hips into her hands âMhm thatâs thats right⌠let mommy do all the thinkingâ She unzipped her own pants pulling them down to her thighs to reveal her enchanted strap. She alined herself with your sloppy cunt. Roughly she pushed into your tight hole splitting you open.
You mewl pressing your hips against her, like the desperate whore you were. She was harsh with her thrusts not caring about your desperate cries for release as they were only backround ambiance to the slapping of skin.
âYouâre so tight for mommyâ She cursed under her breath feeling every inch of you as she fucked you raw. âF- feels so goodâ You cried your throat raw from the screaming. âIâm gonna fuck you so full your gonna carry my babiesâ
âYesâ you chanted feeling your stomach tighten as you were just about to cum. âIâll get you a full thatâs what you want?! My dumb little housewife always ready for my dick?â She mocked her hand slapping your butt.
âM- Mommy, I- Iâm closeâ You mewled biting down into the pillow you were clinging on. âCum with me baby make me proud and cream over my cockâ She fastened her hips again and you squirted all over her abs. She released her seed shortly after pulling out to finger her cum back into you. You were too far gone in the trance as you feel asleep on the couch. In a few hours you would be perfect for her that she was sure of.
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PLEASE MAKE SUGAR MOMMY!WANDA. It can be when she already left Westview and is now living a lonely life alone missing her children. Then there goes new neighbor R who just left home and is struggling financially OMG!
I loved every single one of your Wanda fics and I'll never shut up about it đ
Everything Again
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff & fem!Reader
Genre: Smut & Dark-ish fic
Words: 8K+
Summary: Wanda has nothing in her life that brings her joy once she let go of Westview, but then she meets you. She makes sure to be everything you want and need, and youâre all she needs⌠for a while. But what happens when some of her wants from Westview come creeping back? Can Wanda suppress it or will she do whatever it takes to have everything she wants again?
Warnings: light stalking, not the healthiest relationship, Wanda is controlling, toxic!Wanda, mind manipulation, top!Wanda, bottom!R, rough sex, magic strap-on, slight breeding kink, degradation, magic restraints, light choking, slight dubcon, maybe possibly unknown risk of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy.
A/N: I hate this title but I couldn't think of a better one... Anyways I kinda took a dark turn with this request that's my bad. Enjoy folks!
When Wanda saw you, she knew she had to have you. It was like the stars aligned all of a sudden and a splash of color came into her bleak world for once since leaving Westview. Sheâd been wandering all over since that⌠incident. All she felt for months was this horrible, nagging, hollowness and she had no idea how to solve it. Part of her wondered if she filled this void with something to at least stave off the boredom, maybe it would be better. But so far, her only method of occupying her time was figuring out the scope of her power. And every time she dabbled with that it just felt like the hole inside her ripped open even deeper.Â
She had made her way to a small college town when she bumped into you. Or, more accurately, when you smacked into her, your eyes glued to your phone at the time. When your body collided with Wandaâs she felt anger bubble inside her for a moment and that familiar tingle at her fingertips as she decided how she might act in response to your inconsideration. But when your panicked eyes looked up at hers, suddenly it was like the fuse inside her was doused with ice cold water.Â
Wanda couldnât help but smirk at your immediate apologetic response once you realized you were now fully pressed against an utter stranger. At the time, you were so panicked over the email you had just received that you forgot to look up. But when you felt strong hands bracing your elbows as you hit another personâs body like hitting a brick wall, it brought you crashing into reality. The guilt and embarrassment you felt were burning on your cheeks, but the eyes that met yours were only angry for a brief moment. After yours locked with hers they shifted from anger to surprise and then, curiously enough for the both of you, to intrigue.Â
âIâ I am so sorry,â you sputtered as you attempted to take a step back. Key word there was attempted. To your confusion, the woman in front of you didnât seem to want to let go.Â
It surprised Wanda too, but not in a bad way. The moment she heard your voice things lit up even more. That splash of color turned into a sea and she didnât want to let go just yet. Her hands wrapped tighter around your elbows and for a moment she didnât even care that it could possibly startle you. She just knew that for some odd reason, having you, this wide-eyed, terrified random girl she bumped into on the street, was bringing part of her back to life in a way.Â
âAre you okay?â Wanda still didnât let go. If anything, she pulled you ever so slightly closer as she swore she could feel your heartbeat like crazy against her own chest. Â
âOh, um, yes.â You again attempted to take a step back. âThank you, umâŚâ
âWanda,â she replied and finally dropped her hold on you. It didnât go unseenâ the disappointed frown she had for a moment as you took a wide step back.Â
âWanda,â you echoed. âIâm sorry about that. I shouldâve watched where I was going. Are you alright?â Your head tilted and your eyebrows scrunched as you asked her that and Wanda was taken aback for a moment that you even thought to ask. It had been so long since she was asked anything if she were being honest.
âWhat made you so distracted?â Wanda ignored your question and chose to ask one of her own. She didnât even know you, but she realized she suddenly wanted to learn everything about you, starting with what had you so wrapped up in a tiny screen that you ran straight into another human being.Â
âOhâŚâ Your eyes dropped to the ground and Wanda took note of the way you shuffled nervously in front of her. âUm, nothing justâ It wasnât something that shouldâve distracted me like that. Iâm sorry for running into you.â You were trying to go at this point. The way this stranger was looking at you had you anxious and you had no idea why. The fact that she was also asking you this rather than just going on her own way also made you feel self-conscious and scrutinized by the woman before you.Â
Wanda just blinked back at you, the frown on her face showing yet again for a moment. Your eyes searched hers and the confusion in them grew. Did this total stranger really want to know your business? If you were to say it out loud to her, surely you would seem pathetic. But she still stood, waiting for you to answer what was so important that you completely missed the person standing still as you walked right into her.
âOkay,â you sighed, âI got an email about my funding. Iâm aâ Or I guess was a student here. My funding got pulled. No funding means no grad school⌠So I have to figure that out, I guess.âÂ
There was a moment of silence as Wanda just stared down at you. Her facial expression was impossible to read for a moment. It was pensive, almost neutral and you waited for any sort of response to her.Â
âIâll figure it out,â you continued for whatever reason. Trying to fill the silence as Wanda just kept staring. âThereâs other programs, other schools. I can apply again.â
âIâm sure it will all work out,â Wanda finally said. She put her hand on your shoulder for a moment, trailing it over you as she finally began to walk past you. When her hand left you and she went her own way, you just stood there stunned.Â
You thought that encounter with her would plague your mind for days, but as if a switch had flipped suddenly that strangeness that was filling your mind faded into nothing.
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That encounter may have left you utterly confused, but to Wanda it made things so clear. She finally had a plan, something to do. She was wandering aimlessly since Westview with nothing to fill the time. She had said she would find her children again in some dimension, somewhere, but for she had no real leads. She was losing hope, she was spiralingâ That is until you bumped into her.
The gears in Wandaâs mind began to turn the minute you confessed to why you were so distracted that fateful day. And ever since then, she was going to put a plan into motion. First, she had to learn just a little bit more about you. But it wouldnât do if you suddenly left the place she had found you in, so she tweaked some things. Starting with an anonymous donation to your department (of which she found quite quickly from just a few days of watching you) so that they might be able to fund their graduate studentsâ Specifically youâ and that you might be able to stay and continue your research and studies while she worked on a way to draw you closer to her.Â
After a few weeks of watching you, she quickly learned that despite her donation, they didnât give you enough funding to comfortably live on. You ran from job to job when you werenât on campus studying and Wanda quickly decided, if you were to be her new fixation, then having multiple jobs would not do. You had her undivided attention, so now she wanted the majority of yours. She decided you could have your studies, but the rest of you⌠The rest of you she was going to make hers.Â
It only took her a few more weeks after watching you carefully to approach you again. One thing about her new powers was that, rather than captivating a whole town like she did with Westview, she could easilyâ and with a lot less catastrophic damageâ erase a small part of peopleâs memories. Namely, their memory that Wanda even existed in the first place. It wasnât possible for the whole world to forget her, but a small college town she definitely could handle. Just another reason to keep you inside this town and not let you wander much further. With her handle on this new aspect of her own power, she took it one step further with you, erasing the very first day you two met. That day would always replay in Wandaâs mind, but she knew it confused and frightened you and she needed to paint herself in the best light possible when she finally approached you face-to-face again.
It was quite easy to approach you this time too. She posed as a professor in your own university. She twisted and turned the minds of the university until it was as if she had been there a long time. An established part of a university department outside of your own. She knew your schedule too, so she knew that you would always sit at the corner of the university coffee shop for about an hour in between classes. Thatâs where she finally approached youâ or, to be more accurate, she made you approach her.
She almost felt bad about it, but at the same time she knew it would be her way in. She knew your eyes would be buried in a book as you walked to your usual spot and she used that moment to use an invisible force to trip you. And, like the knight in shining armor she wanted to appear to you as, she swooped in front of you and caught you skillfully.Â
The first look you gave her was back on your face this time too. The panic and embarrassment that burned in your cheeks as you looked up at your savior was evident on your face. Wanda gave you the best, charming smile she could muster, but if you were being honest it made you feel almost as if you were a fly that landed right in a spiderâs web.Â
âAre you okay?â Wanda said the same line to you and you nodded, immediately trying to apologize like last time.Â
Wanda knew by now that this was your personality. You were shy and anxious, but also patient and kind. All the things that were the opposite of how she considered herself and all the things that had her captivated by you.Â
âYeah, Iâ Iâm good,â you again tried to step back and this time Wanda let you. âIâm so sorry! Thank you for catching me. Are you okay?â
âIâm fine,â Wanda chuckled as her hands fell to her sides. âWhat are you reading? Must be interesting.â The crooked smile she gave you was what finally drew you in. It was charming and warm and the way her eyes sparkled had you wanting to see more. When Wanda took in the wide, curious eyes looking back at her she knew she had you.Â
And that was really all it took for her to wrap you up in her web and never let you go.
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In the following months things happened rather quickly. After the day you had officially met Wanda, you saw her way more often. She would always sit near you at the coffee shop, or bump into you on other parts of campus, until finally you two established a date. And from that date things happened even quicker. It was like you blinked and suddenly your whole life was wrapped up in Wandaâs. You quickly said goodbye to your rundown, tiny apartment and moved into Wandaâs extravagant house right outside of town. Instead of taking the city bus to and from campus, she was driving you whenever and wherever you needed to go. There was now a lot more free time in your life to focus on both your studies and this new relationship you found yourself in with Wanda, as she had insisted you quit your job. That she would take care of every single one of your wants and needs. And how could you say no to that? Although, it was all a little too fast for your comfort, if you were being honest, but at the same time it was Wanda⌠You couldnât picture your life without her from the very moment you met her and she made it clear that she intended for you to never find out what it would be like without her in it.Â
She took care of you, she took care of everything. You needed only to focus on two things: her and school. Wanda loved the passion you had for studying, so she let you keep one thing outside of her. But she was still near, even if you werenât aware. She was always near.Â
But as months stretched on and her attachment to you became even stronger, things shifted a bit. She was feeling⌠anxious. The life she had back in Westview began to pop up in her mind again and she felt that hole inside her chest once moreâ The one that you had filled when she first saw you. There was only one part of her Westview life that kept running through her mind though. It wasnât Vision. No, it was never Vision. Not when she had you. You were a brighter light in her life than Vision ever had been. A deeper love that felt soft and gentle, even if she had orchestrated a lot of events in order to make the two of you happen.Â
Vision wasnât what kept her up lately. It was her boys. There were dreams of them, flashes of them in her daily life. It was almost as if the more she loved you, the more she missed them. You had healed this wound, but in the nights that you wrapped your arms around her and fell asleep, she felt that familiar tug she had in Westviewâ the one that longed for a family. A life of peace and completeness. That made the wound feel fresh again.Â
So Wanda began to withdraw. She wasnât going to let you go, but for now, as she contemplated these feelings and how to fix them, she needed time and distance. Each time you smiled at her, each time you kissed her, that tug in the pit of her stomach felt stronger and stronger. The longing grewâ The thought of recreating a Westview with you was tempting. But she knew how well that worked out last time.Â
Late at night when this longing grew particularly strong, Wanda would sneak away when you were fast asleep to contemplate her options. She had hoped that you wouldnât notice her withdrawal, but when your whole world was Wanda⌠How could you not?Â
As these days of dealing with a withdrawn Wanda stretched on, you were getting restless. Something was clearly bothering Wanda and it was causing a rise of anxiety in you. At first you tried to approach it gently, but Wanda iced you out. The problem grew and Wanda warned you not to poke at it, but you couldnât just leave it be.Â
With your life being filled with Wanda nowâ Her withdrawing left you painfully lonely. So you began pushing unspoken limits Wanda set for you. Fights started and time and time again Wanda would shut you down.Â
The more she did so, the more it felt she was putting you on the shelf. Like you were her little play thing and she was bored of you. There was an ache in you that you didnât quite understand and the more confusion she left you with the closer you were to being utterly done. How you could even live without Wanda, you werenât sure, but you were almost a little tempted to figure it out.Â
There was no way you could ever leave Wanda, though. You didnât want to, even if she was withdrawn, you still loved her deeply. But you wanted attention, acknowledgement, anything.Â
Unfortunately for you, the only way you knew how to get that was to push her buttons more and more each day.Â
You had no idea what was going through Wandaâs mind, but she had been particularly aggravated lately. What you didnât know was that Wanda was stuck in trying to find the solution to the feelings that were plaguing her. She had played with an idea, but knew that in order to do so she would out her true nature and risk the memories she took from you to come flooding back. What would you do then, if you remembered who Wanda was? Her name was all over the news and the whole world knew she had fallen far from where she was when she helped the avengers. That was so long ago to Wanda. It was a different time, a different her. One that didnât know her potential and didnât know her own heart until she finally found all the pieces.Â
The problem was, sheâs never had all those pieces all at the same time. She wanted you and her boys. She wanted the picture perfect family that she had in Westview, but she wanted it with you this time. She wanted you as her little housewife and mother of her twins. In the past week she had been engrossed in ways to make that happen. She had a theory that if she tried to create her children again it would be the same children she once had. All she needed was to share her DNA in some way with you and a little bit of magic to add to that. Then, all would be right in her eyes if she had them in this way. For whatever reason, she felt that that was the true way the universe was meant to be. If she built this family with you, then it would never be taken from her ever again. The tricky part was actually creating them with you in a way that didnât have you questioning how it was even scientifically possible. That would have you questioning a lot about who she is and what she could do. And she didnât want to ruin what she established with you just yet. Even if the more you pushed at her the more she was tempted to say let go of her control.
She knew you were getting fed up with it too and the more you pushed her the more she contemplated letting her resolve slip. She tried her best to keep you at arms length while she tried to figure out her predicament. But she was feeling stuck with no alternative other than to reveal herself and what she could do. She kept going in circles to feel less stuck, but the more stuck she felt with this problem the angrier she was. And unfortunately, the angrier she was the easier it was for you to push her buttons.Â
Unfortunately for the both of you, it only took one final push for her to actually snap. When you thought of Wanda breaking, you thought it would mean she would be forced to talk to you. Never did you expect the outcome of your plans that night.Â
Your classmates had invited you out for drinks and, since you met Wanda, your answer was usually no. But tonight things were different. Wanda was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didnât pick you on campus. She was kind enough to warn you to take an Uber and she would pay, but you were still angry about it. So when you were invited out, you said yes.Â
Saying anything other than no wouldâve already irritated Wanda. Even a maybe. She didnât like the idea of you going out to bars, especially without her. Usually if you wanted to do something with anyone else youâd at least ask her and she would be nearby to make sure you were safe and no one was tempted to take advantage of the time she was allowing them to have alone with you. But this time, you werenât even going to ask. You were just going to go. Something you hadnât done since before Wanda.
You knew what you were doing. It was all entirely intentional. Right down to the outfit you picked and the way you walked past Wanda, making just enough noise to get some of her attention. Even if she didnât look up at you.
âWhere are you going?â Wanda asked as she flipped a page of a strange book she was reading.
âOut,â you muttered. Even if Wanda wasnât looking at you, you wanted your tone to register that you were rolling your eyes at her. The fact that she didnât even look up just pissed you off even more.Â
âIâm not planning to leave the house tonight.â She still wasnât looking at you and that just made your hands ball into fists as you got more and more offended by her lack of attention.Â
âI know,â you scoffed. âI donât have to go everywhere with you.â
Suddenly, an eerie silence filled the room. You watched Wandaâs face as she kept her eyes glued to the book she was reading. There was a slight change in it, a tightening of her jaw, but she still didnât look at you.Â
âYou know thatâs not how this works,â Wandaâs response was calm, but you could tell you were starting to get to her. Never had you been defiant to her. She gave you everything you wanted and you did whatever she asked. There was an unspoken rule to go where Wanda goes, be where she wants you and an even deeper unspoken rule to not question or defy any of the other arrangements you two have made. But tonight, as you watched her jaw clench and unclench and realized you were getting under her skin, you decided to push more.Â
âSo?â You shrugged and that silent uncomfortable feeling in the room felt like it intensified the very second you uttered that one word. âI donât see the harm in going out just for one night on my own.â
Wandaâs eyes slowly slid from her book to your face the moment you uttered the phrase on your own. That definitely wasnât something you shouldâve said to her. There was an understanding that anything you did âon your ownâ was something that Wanda would be nearby for. What you were asking for was a night completely away from Wanda, and it was breaking the biggest unspoken rule she had for you. This was new waters you were treading, but you were so sick of her lack of interest that you didnât care. Any attention from her was a change from whatever was happening now.Â
âYouâre not going,â she ordered as she snapped her book shut and stood up.Â
You just snorted at that, anger boiling in your blood as you stood your ground. âWhy not? You seem preoccupied with just about anything other than me. Whatâs the harm?â
She was right in front of you now, her jaw was clenching and unclenching like it had before, but this time you looked down for a brief second and noticed her fists were doing the same. Still, though, you wanted to keep pushing.Â
âWith you dressed like that,â Wanda warned, âI think you know exactly what harm it could do.â You knew what you were doing when you got dressed. A tight, cropped shirt and even tighter short shorts to match. It was something meant to catch the eye of others and definitely something you knew would get an extra rise out of Wanda to add to that. What you didnât know was what exactly Wanda meant. She was already picturing in her mind the droves of people who would come trying to pick you up at whatever trashy bar you decided to go to. And when she pictured people trying to touch what was hers, she also pictured all the ways in which she could make them suffer so much as daring to think they could have you.Â
You were playing with fire and on some level you knew that, but something in you couldnât stop pushing her buttons. Even if you didnât know what exactly you were getting into, even if you didnât know to the full extent how possessive Wanda could be of you and how much of a monster she was capable of being when provoked.Â
âI donât think itâs that big of a deal.â You shrugged again and Wandaâs eye twitched as you kept challenging her resolve. âAt least someone will appreciate it.â
If you thought the tension was bad when Wanda stood up, now it was suffocating you. Wanda just stared back at you, her eyes burning with anger. In fact, she looked so angry you swore you saw a red flash in her eyes. For a moment, you kind of just stood there, waiting for Wanda to respond, but on her part she was trying to calm the possessive rage that you just caused to boil over inside of her.Â
Part of her wanted to force you to your knees and have you beg forgiveness for defying her like this. You hadnât even done anything yet, but just the idea and threat of disobeying her wishes had her furious. She was so close to figuring out how to have everything she wanted and now of all times you were trying to defy her? Trying to let a pathetic stranger swoop in on you at some dive bar when you know youâre hers? No, this was unacceptable to her. Never have you done anything other than be good for her. The way you so easily obeyed her is a small part of what drew her to you in the first place. And she did realize she had been neglectful, but couldnât you see it was for your own good? For the good of the family Wanda was trying to rebuild with you? The more she had you the more she wanted. She had you completely already, that was true, but she wanted you in a way she wasnât sure you were ready for. In a way that would show you exactly who Wanda really was.Â
So in order to find a solution to the raging beast inside of her that wanted to claim you and have her family back, she thought it was best to withdraw.Clearly she over calculated and now here she was. But as you stood with your arms crossed over your chest, daring her with your eyes to do something, suddenly thatâs when all her control just snapped. You felt the shift too, even if you didnât understand it. It was like the calm before the storm. Wanda took a sharp, deep breath through her nose before exhaling and taking a step into your personal space.Â
âOkay,â Wanda growled. âThatâs about enough.â In a blink of the eye you were thrown over her shoulder. The way you yelped as you felt yourself hoisted off the ground echoed through the room. You knew Wanda was strong, but you didnât know she was that strong. She had you thrown over her shoulder like it was nothing. Your hands grasped at her shirt, terrified she would drop you at any moment, but it was as if she had no struggle at all.Â
âWanda, what the fuck?â You cried as she walked towards the bedroom. With a grunt, you landed hard on the mattress. You couldnât even begin to sit up before she was already on the bed with her legs on either side of your waist, essentially pinning you down onto the bed with her body.
âLanguage,â she hissed as she started to pull her own shirt off before immediately reaching for yours.Â
âHow did you- What- When did you get so strong?â You couldnât collect your thoughts. They were scrambled up by the display of sheer strength and also maybe a little bit by the fact that Wanda was sitting on top of you without a shirt.Â
âYou wanted attention and now youâre questioning how I give it to you?â Wandaâs voice was dripping with irritation as she began to yank both your own shirt and bra off of you.Â
âIâ No, butâŚâ You were now naked from the waist up beneath Wanda. Her eyebrow arched as you struggled to find your words. You definitely knew your little stunt would piss her off, but you didnât expect this outcome.Â
âNow tell me,â Wandaâs nails began dragging down your chest as she spoke, âwhy would you want anyone elseâs attention, when Iâm all that you need?â Her nails dug down a little harder as they reached your stomach and you hissed at the slight sting of the red marks they left behind.
âTell me,â Wanda ordered again as her hands made their way back up to your chest. âI give you everything you could possibly want.â The way she was palming at them was rough, but still it had you squirming underneath her. âSo why,â she took your nipples between her fingers and pinched just a little harder than she usually would, causing a slight pain as she spoke, âwould you ever think about anyone else?â
You winced as she palmed at you even harder, but you couldnât help the flood of shame at the arousal it sent straight to your core. The way she was handling you, like an objectâ like something to be ownedâ was new. Sure she could be intense when she touched you, but she was never intentionally rough like she was being right now. She never purposely caused any kind of pain, even if right now it was mild and (to your surprise) enjoyable.Â
âItâ it wasnât like that!â You were stumbling over your words as you began to feel Wanda grind down into you. It wasnât slight or subtle, the way she was moving her hips. She was pressing your body harder into the mattress as she dragged herself against you from where she was straddling your waist.Â
âHm, then what was it like?â Wandaâs tone was degrading. She was practically seething on top of you as she spoke. âBecause to me it sounded like my little toy wanted someone else to play with her?âÂ
âIââ You couldnât stop the wince at her harsh words. She had called you that before, but still there was a loving inflection in her voice when she did in the past. This tone she had now, the way she said, it was filled with nothing but rage. âWanda, I donât want anyone else. Noâ No, I⌠I just wanted you to-âÂ
âOh look at that,â Wanda interrupted, her tone utterly condescending. âNow youâre trying to cover your tracks.â You watched curiously as one of Wandaâs hands left your body. âI thought you understood when we started that youâre mine. I canât have a single ounce of doubt in your mind about that fact. Now I need to remind you of who you belong to. Who owns you.â She hissed that word and your eyes widened as you watched her fingers twist and twirl in the air, a red glow following them as they moved. In a blink the rest of your clothes just vanished. Your eyes widened for a moment as you stared up at Wanda. But then, in another flash of red you felt your hands fly up and pin themselves above your head. No matter the struggle, you felt a constant, unwavering invisible force hold your wrists in place.Â
âWanda, whatâ how did you do that?â Your eyes shifted from above you, then to her fingers and finally to her face. Now you definitely noticed the matching red swirl in her irises.Â
âI think itâs time I properly taught you just how important it is for you to be good, so that we can have everything we want.â If she heard your question she was clearly ignoring it. Your mind was racing trying to keep up with what was going on top of you. Her words definitely confused you too, but you didnât get the chance to question them again.Â
Wanda looked down for a moment and saw the look in your eyes before rolling her own and pressing her glowing fingers to your temple. In a split second you suddenly realized exactly who she was. Your heart raced and you gulped, but oddly you werenât as terrified as you were just shocked.Â
The Wanda Maximoff was on top of you telling you that you belonged to her. You should be running and screaming for help, or at least attempting to. All the news headlines and stories flooded your memory and you knew exactly how they painted her. She could end you in a second; you should be afraid. But for some reason, you werenât. Instead, seeing this powerful woman on top of you and thinking back to all the times she told you she loved you, that she would take care of you, that she wanted only you. Knowing the truth, it stunned you, but not in a bad way.Â
âAre you scared?â Wandaâs tone was still the same, taunting and demeaning as it was before. Only this time, you saw a little beyond that. There was a seriousness there. A curiosity of what your reaction was. Wanda thought if you reacted badly she could just go back to how it was. Wipe your mind of her existence entirely yet again, restart with you, and enjoy the dynamic you two had again. Was it a healthy plan? No. She would have to start from scratch again. Get you to fall for her once more. But Wandaâs obsession with you has gone far beyond the point of return. She would do what was necessary.
As if to purposely test your limits, Wanda reached for your throat, pressing ever so slightly. âAre you?â She repeated as she leaned down to look you in the eye.
You swallowed hard for a second, already feeling the slight strain on your throat as you did. âNo,â you breathed out lowly. You werenât at all. You realized all you wanted was her attention and finally she was giving it to you. Was this secret that kept her so withdrawn lately? âNo, Wanda, Iâm not.âÂ
You were nervous, but you werenât scared. No matter what Wanda was before, no matter what she has become now, you were hers from the moment you crashed into her. A memory that was returned to you. If she hadnât wiped that one, you wouldâve still been drawn to her and fallen for her just as hard as you did when she was posing as a professor.Â
Wanda knew your acceptance was true and took your answer for what it was. This moment right now opened so many doors for her. The void she had been feeling, it could finally be fixed in the way she wanted to fix it. Things in her life were falling into place. As Wanda sat atop of you she finallyâ for the first time in her entire existence âfelt like she was winning. Not once did she ever feel so powerful until this very moment.
âNow that you know the truthâŚâ Wanda trailed off in a low voice. She was thinking aloud more than she was talking to you. Her eyes stayed locked with yours but you could tell she was pondering something. When you saw the now familiar swirl of red in her eyes you began to question what Wanda has in store for you.Â
âDo you love me?â Wanda now spoke directly to you. Her eyes were still glowing red as her hand finally relaxed against your throat.
âYes,â you replied breathlessly. Wandaâs face melted at your admission. The harsh, contemplative look she was wearing shifted into a soft smile finally. It was perhaps the first time in weeks she gave you a glimpse of her softness and you reveled in it.Â
But after just a split second it was replaced with a bigger smile, one that gave you that feeling of being prey caught in a trap again. It was a feeling you werenât unfamiliar with. And, if you were being honest, you enjoyed the thrill you got from seeing it. âWeâre going to try something,â Wanda purred as she sat back up, but remained on top of you. âSomething that weâll both thoroughly enjoy.âÂ
You looked at her with curious eyes, squirming underneath her only slightly as she shifted and began to move between your legs.Â
âIt will give us both what weâve been wanting,â Wanda continued as she now knelt between your legs, holding them open for her as she spoke. Her eyes raked down your body, from your flushed cheeks all the way down to the wetness that dripped from your thighs. She couldnât help the satisfied hum at the sight, thinking this might be a lot easier of a task than she thought it would be.Â
With another swirl of red in her eyes and a matching red shimmer around her twirling fingers, you followed her eyes down as the rest of her clothes disappeared and something materialized. Wandaâs smile grew as something you couldnât fully see appeared between her legs.
You strained your neck up as best you could from the pillow, but with your arms still pinned above your head it was difficult. You caught what looked like shimmering, deep red straps resting around her waist and could only imagine what those led to.Â
When Wanda leaned forward and you felt a cool, silicon tip pushing between your folds, your suspicions were confirmed. The contact made the both of you shiver, and as you felt Wanda run the toy slowly from your entrance to your clit and back down, you could see her taking sharp, deep breaths.
âThis is going to be⌠incredible,â Wanda practically hissed. âIâll be able to feel everything, to feel every part of you when I make you cum.â
Wanda hadnât even begun fucking you and the idea of it turned you on so much you couldnât stop the moan that slipped from your lips in a response.Â
âAnd then,â Wanda lined the tip up as she spoke, âIâm going to fill you with my cum and hopefully it will work.â With that she pushed forward and you both took a sharp breath at the feeling.Â
Wanda eased in as slowly as she could while fighting her every instinct to just ram into you and fuck you until she felt you fall apart. But she knew that at least for the start of this, she should go slow. This was, after all, the first time sheâs fucked you using her magic. It was the first time sheâs fucked you using something this big too. For all she knew, youâve only ever had experience with her fingers. She didnât want to break youâ not completely. But as her cock sank into you inch by inch she was beginning to slip.
âGod this feels better than I imagined,â Wanda hissed as she bottomed out inside you. âWhy didnât I do this sooner?âÂ
Your teeth were digging into your lip as you tried to stop yourself from crying out from the sheer feeling of being so full. To have Wanda fill your pussy in a way she never has before, it was taking all your willpower not to turn into a moaning, whining mess before she even really began to fuck you.
Wandaâs hips were currently completely pressed between your legs and you were taking her so surprisingly well. You were tight, but the way you squeezed Wandaâs magic strap was delicious. There was a pause for a momentâ just a brief second for you to adjust to the size of her toy. But it was all she could manage to give you. The sensation of actually feeling you in this way had her head swimming and she needed more.Â
She pulled the toy out slowly, so much so that only the tip stayed inside you. Her chest was already heaving as she looked down at you. The way her eyes were filled with hunger made you shiver as you looked back up at her, restrained, helpless, and thirsty for more. Your legs spread open for her even more without her prompting you and she groaned at the sight before her. Your wetness smeared on the parts of the toy that she could see, your arms still pinned over your head. It was all too much. She couldnât help what she did next. Her hips snapped suddenly and her cock pushed deep into you.Â
The cry you let out echoed through the room and Wanda swore sheâs never heard a prettier sound. Her hips pulled back again until just the tip was left in you. Again she snapped them forward hard, making your eyes screw shut as you cried her name.Â
âFuck, if I knew it would feel like thisâŚâ Wanda groaned as she began to pump inside you at a brutal pace. Her hands were on your thighs, nails digging into your skin as she kept your legs spread open. Your hands were balled into fists above your head as she fucked you. You couldnât stop the moans and cries that fell from your lips even if you wanted to.Â
As Wanda kept fucking you, she fell forward, her entire body pressed against yours, as her lips captured your own. You whimpered into the kiss as her tongue filled your mouth much in the same aggressive way as the way she was currently fucking the toy into you.Â
Wandaâs hands still had a hold of your thighs as she hoisted your legs over her waist, giving her a better angle to fuck the toy into you. You struggled to keep up with the way Wanda was licking into your mouth and biting at your lips. Her cock was hitting a spot inside of you, you didnât even know would feel as good as it did. Your knuckles were turning white as your whole body began to shake from the sheer pleasure she was giving you. Even though you felt as if your whole body was on the brink of exploding, Wanda just kept going.
When Wanda began to moan more and more against your own mouth, you knew neither of you would last much longer. Wanda couldnât keep kissing you anymore, and instead buried her head in the nape of your neck as she hoisted your legs higher onto her hips and fucked you even deeper. Your eyes had rolled back and cries of Wandaâs name fell from your lips nonstop as she picked up her pace.
âI can feel how close you are,â Wanda groaned as she pumped particularly harder into you. âBut youâre going to wait. I want you to cum when I do.â
All you could do was whine in response as the sensation of her fucking you made it impossible for you to let out any coherent words.Â
âYouâre going to look so pretty,â she moaned against your neck, âfilled up with my cum⌠and even prettier after.â Wandaâs movements were becoming erratic as she spoke. The words hardly registered to you as she kept fucking you harder and faster.Â
âYou wanna cum, baby?â Wanda purred in your ear. You nodded desperately, your whole body trembling as you continued to take her. Her teeth grazed against the most sensitive part of your neck as she felt you nod and she could feel her own body tremble from how close she was. âThen come with me,â she ordered. Her hips pumped harder into you and after a moment you felt a sudden warm rush of fluids inside you. The sound of moans filled the air even louder than before and you werenât sure if they were coming from you or her.Â
The moment you felt her cum inside you, you followed after. Your body arched off the bed and you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Wandaâs forehead was pressed to your bare chest as she came. The way your pussy tightened around her magic cock was intoxicating. Neither of you had felt so good in your entire lives and Wanda made a mental note to fuck you like this often.Â
When she felt your body finally collapse against the mattress she did the same against you. You realized quickly that your wrists no longer felt restrained, but you kept them above your head either way. Too exhausted to even lift them yet.Â
âThat wasâŚâ you couldnât find the words. You had never felt so amazing on so many different levels than you did tonight. Your body felt spent and sensitive, but all you wanted was more. More of that, more of Wanda, more of everything she had to offer now that you knew who Wanda was.Â
âYeah,â Wanda didnât need to hear you finish your sentence to know she was feeling the same way you were. Her head rested on your chest, listening to your heartbeat begin to slow as you came down from the high Wanda gave you.Â
âCan we⌠do it like that more?â Your face was flushed as you asked.Â
Wanda lifted her head and gave you a beaming smile. To anyone else it would be dazzling, but curiously, to you it gave you that feeling againâ the one where you were nothing but a sheep caught in a wolfâs clutches.Â
âOf course we can, baby,â Wanda purred as she looked up at you. âAs many times as it takes.âÂ
The word choice was odd. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at the woman on your chest. Her eyes were dark as she looked back up at you and something about the way her fingers traced up and down your stomach made you shudder.Â
âAs many times as it takes?â You echoed Wandaâs words back to her as a question, but she just gave a small hum of agreement as she placed a few kisses on your skin.Â
âUntil I have everything that I want again.â Her voice was low suddenly, almost threatening. You looked down at her eyes and saw how they darkened as she continued to trace her fingers against your body. âAnd nobody will take it from me again.â
Her words felt like a threat to an invisible entity. You knew it wasnât directed towards you, you had no idea the source. But you knew she was serious, even if you didnât quite understand why. Her words felt as much as a threat to someone as they did a direct promise to you.Â
As Wanda laid on your chest and recovered some of her strength she thought about how she was one step closer. She could have her perfect family; her happiness. She didnât need to control a whole town, she didnât even necessarily need to control you. Once you did understand, she knew you would be accepting. Shocked, maybe, but ultimately accepting and even happy to build the dream Wanda had. She would have her boys, she would recreate them again with you. And then it would be the four of you, forever.Â
For your part, you didnât know what Wanda meant exactly. It wouldnât be until later that evening, when Wanda decided you recovered enough to go again, that you put the pieces together and realized exactly how magic Wandaâs new toy was. She was right in her assumption of your reaction, shocked but accepting. Just like the good girl she knew you would be. Whatever Wanda wanted, you decided you would give it to her, knowing she would do the same. Wanda was one step closer to her happiness and it finally felt as if she was building it on solid foundations. There would be no one to take you from her, no one to stop her from building a life again with you. And there was a silent, chilling understanding between the two of you that if anyone were to ever threaten her happiness again⌠they would not get very far.
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You Look So Good (On Your Knees)
Voyeur!Mommy!Wanda x Daddy!Natasha x Reader
What was supposed to be just a weekly movie night quickly turns into something else when you catch a glimpse of something you werenât supposed to see.
CW: Voyeurism, threesome, strap-on, flogging, orgasm denial (? A tiny bit?), caught in the act (once again a tiny bit), punishment, dacryphilia, degradation, hair pulling, choking (not really), reader calls WandaNat mommy/daddy
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: This is for @wandamaximoffsbadgirl. Thank you for all your help! I hope this was worth clawing your way under the door. Writing this (particularly the very end) has put me in a total WandaNat x Reader tailspin so expect some fluffy domestic stuff in the coming weeks.
A/N: I kinda sorta definitely double dipped for this fic, and itâs a spin of a different fic I did for a different fandom. But new fandom new crowd, and I figure almost none of you have read my non-marvel work. So the self-plagiarism is strong, but will probably go unnoticed anyway.
âWanda? Natasha?â You called into the seemingly empty house.
It was Thursday night, your designated movie night with the couple: your long term friends and fuck buddies. Theyâd given you a key months ago. So, when you knocked and no one answered you just let yourself in.
You set down your bag in the living room, looking for them around the house. Their cars were both in the driveway. They had to be home. After investigating the first floor, you went upstairs. Maybe they were already in the bedroom waiting for you. That is where you always had your movie nights, after all.
You cracked the door open to find them both on the bed, Natasha underneath Wanda in an intense kiss. Natasha was grinding up against Wandaâs thigh, whining and breathless. You could tell by the way her hips were starting to falter, she was close. They mustâve been at this for a while. You didnât want to interrupt.
You took a step back, trying to quietly shut the door. Maybe you could just wait downstairs until they finished. But before you could click the door fully shut, you heard Wandaâs commanding voice. âNot so fast, little girl.â
You sighed. Youâd been caught. You opened the door back up, revealing Wanda pulling herself away from her wife. She looked at you with a cold glare, curling her fingers, instructing you to come to her.
She had you stand between her legs at the foot of the bed. âDid you not think to knock when coming into mommy and daddyâs room?â
âI-I knocked outside! I couldnât find you! I was just looking for-â you desperately tried to explain.
Wanda cut you off with a smirk. âWell, you found us.â
âI-Iâm sorry,â you apologized. âI didnât mean to interrupt.â
âOh but honey, you did interrupt,â Wanda explained condescendingly. âYou interrupted and now daddy doesnât get to cum.â
âW-what? No but she was so close! Please let her cum mommy,â you pleaded on Natashaâs behalf. You genuinely felt terrible. You knew what that kind of denial felt like and you would never wish it on anyone, especially not your daddy.
Natasha smiled when you jumped to her defense, joining you and Wanda at the end of the bed. She beckoned you over to her, quickly pulling you to sit on her lap. She wrapped her arms around your waist, whispering into your ear. âItâs okay, baby. You're gonna make daddy cum so good later, arenât you?â
You whimpered, shivering against her. God, you had hoped movie night would start like this.
âBut for right now,â Wanda started. âWeâve got to teach somebody a lesson about knocking, donât we? Itâs your fault daddy didnât get to cum, so daddy should be allowed to punish you, shouldnât she?â
You looked to Natasha, who just raised her eyebrows expectantly, and then you nodded. âYes mommy.â
âThatâs our good girl,â Wanda purred, running her hand down the side of your face and lightly pinching your cheek. âNow, daddyâs gonna get you all set up on the bench while mommy goes to get some toys, okay?â
They both stood almost synchronously. Wanda briefly disappeared into the next room while Natasha hoisted you up in her arms, laying you face down on the leather bench next to the bed. She propped the back part up so it turned into more of a seat.
Wanda came from the closet with a long black leather flogger, her implement of choice for this particular scene. She handed it to Natasha, who smiled and gave her a kiss. Wanda sat down next to you, propped up over a seat you were now straddling.
She wiped the hair from your face. âReady?â
You nodded into the soft, plush leather of the seat. You could already feel yourself easily slipping into that fuzzy space, where all the thoughts, worries, and responsibilities became irrelevant.
Wanda smiled, noticing the way your eyes glazed over. âI need to hear you say it, angel.â
âYes, mommy,â you said as clearly as you could muster.
Wanda ran the back of her hand down your cheek. You shivered. She was the only lesbian youâd ever meet who always wore acrylics. The sharp point of her stiletto nails on your face sent tingles down your spine. You closed your eyes, losing yourself to the sensation.
You felt the leather tassels of the flogger brush lightly against your back. You whimpered, squirming in your seat.
âYou donât have to count, honey,â Wanda soothed. âJust let go. Mommy and daddy are gonna take care of you. You donât have to think about anything at all.â
With that you felt the first sharp sting of leather snap against your back. You let out a noise between a whimper and moan. Natasha started slow, each hit a distinct sensation on your back, but as she started to pick up the pace, the strikes became less distinct.
In less than five minutes, sheâd made a mess of you. You whined and squirmed against the leather seat.
âAww sweetheart,â Wanda cooed. âDo you need mommy to hold you still while daddy whips you?â Before you could answer, the blows stopped.
âNoooâŚâ you whined. âDaddy keep going. Please I promise Iâll sit still. Please donât stop.â
Despite your protest, you felt two strong hands pick you from your seat. âIâm not done, princess,â you heard Natashaâs soft voice say. âBut youâve gotta stop squirming or Iâm accidentally going to hit you in the kidneys.â
You were lowered into Wandaâs lap, where your legs were forced wider apart in order to straddle her. It made it significantly harder to move. She locked her hand around your thigh to keep you in place. Her other hand gently massaged your hair. âThatâs it honey. Mommy will make sure you stay nice and still.â
Her long nails against your scalp were almost enough to make the thoughts fly from your head. âBut⌠But youâll get hit.â
Wanda chuckled and kissed your temple. âDaddy has excellent aim, sweetheart. Iâll be fine. You donât need to worry about anything at all.â
The leather cracked against your back again. It hurt more now that your back was already raw. If not for Wandaâs hand pinning you in place, you mightâve jumped off her lap entirely. You whined wrapping your arms around Wanda.
She cradled your head over her shoulder, gently shushing your cries as she watched Natasha bring the leather down against your back over and over again.
âMommyâŚâ you whined into her ear. You were trying to ride her thighs like you had ridden the leather seat, but the awkward position prevented you from getting any friction whatsoever. It wasnât even until Wanda felt drops of warmth on her thighs that she realized why you were whining.
âAww,â she hummed, âyouâre making a bit of a mess on mommyâs lap, baby.â
âIâm sorry, mommy,â you mumbled into her shoulder. âI just⌠it feels so good.â
âAll this just from a flogging, sweetheart?â She teased. She wouldâve loved to tease you further, but she was genuinely afraid youâd accidentally hurt yourself if she stopped holding you in place, much less if she had her hand between your legs.
You blushed, burying your face into her neck. âMommyâŚâ you whined when the leather stung your back once again. âMommy pleaseâŚâ
Wandaâs heart melted at your words. The combination of your pathetic voice begging her for relief and your frail body in her arms made her want to ruin you in a different way. You were just so vulnerable. It would be such a waste to not take advantage of you in this state. âAlright,â She cooed. âI think sheâs learned her lesson, hasnât she Tasha?â
Natasha chuckled, but she stopped her flogging. âDo you think sheâs learned her lesson, or have you just gone soft for a âmommy pleaseâ?â
Wanda wrapped her arm around your back, long nails still masterfully massaging your scalp. She rocked you back and forth in her lap. âOh come on Tasha, look at her: getting all pathetic and leaky in her mommyâs lap. Doesnât it just make you wannaâŚâ
âThrow her on the bed and fuck her into the mattress until the only things in her little head are mommy and daddy?â Natasha finished.
âExactly,â Wanda smiled mischievously. It was such a marvelous thing that she married someone who was always on the same wavelength as she was.
You were promptly picked up out of Wandaâs lap from behind. You whined, reaching out for Wanda.
âNow now,â Natasha chided. âNone of that. Mommyâs not going anywhere. Sheâs gonna be here with you the whole time.â
She guided you to kneel on the bed, nudging your legs apart. Almost instinctively, your hands were crossed at the wrist behind your back.
Wanda hadnât exactly planned on binding your wrist, but when you sat so perfectly, so expectantly, she could hardly resist.
âNatasha, would you like to bind this little darling's hands for us?â She instructed.
Natasha smiled, eagerly grabbing a length of pink ribbon and getting to work on tying your wrists together. She so loved tying you up. While a simple figure 8 around the wrists wouldâve done the trick, she decided instead on a more complex design that would bind you up to the elbow. She knew she had time. Wanda would require a thorough inspection before sheâd let Nat fuck you.
Wanda ran a singular finger through your slit. Her cold rings and sharp nail bumped over your clit as she dragged her hand upward. The sensation caused you to jump and whimper. Wanda just chuckled, bringing her finger lightly up your body until it was at your lips. You took her finger obediently between your lips.
âDo you think your ready for daddy to fuck you, baby?â she asked. âDoes this needy pussy want daddyâs cock?â
You nodded, trying not to wince as her rings made their way onto your tongue, filling your mouth with a metallic taste.
âWhich of daddyâs toys do you want, huh?â She asked, intentionally pushing down on your tongue so you couldnât talk. âIâll think Iâll have daddy use the purple strap. The one with the- what did you call them- the âmean ridgesâ? The ones that scrap against your special spot?â
You whined around her finger, giving her the most endearing puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster.
âOh sweetheart,â she cooed, âdo you not like that one? Maybe youâd prefer it if daddy tied you to the chair and you watched her fuck mommy instead, hmm? Maybe youâd just prefer not to have any orgasms at all?â
You shook your head frantically. You wanted to protest, to promise youâd be good and take that dreaded purple strap, but you couldnât speak.
She chuckled. âThatâs what I thought, baby. Youâre gonna be a good girl for mommy and daddy, arenât you?â
You nodded. She pulled her finger from your mouth and tilted your head up to kiss you gently.
âThatâs our sweet girl,â she praised. âAw it looks like daddyâs finished tying you up all pretty. Can you say thank you to daddy?â
You craned your neck to the side, trying to see her behind you. âThank you, daddy, for tying me up all pretty.â
Natasha laughed, pulling you back towards her by the ribbon. She kissed you and smiled. âYouâre welcome, baby. Can you show mommy your pretty ribbon?â
You attempted to turn around to show Wanda the way your hands and arms were intricately bound behind your back, but Natasha pushed you forward into the mattress. You yelped, surprised by the sudden move.
âA present, wrapped special for you, my love,â Natasha said to Wanda, leaning over you to kiss her wife.
âYou always know just what to get me,â Wanda breathed against her lips. âNow go get ready, love. I wanna watch you make our sweet little girl cry.â
Natasha climbed off the bed behind you, disappearing into the next room.
Wandaâs nails were against your sore back, rubbing soothing as you lay in wait. You attempted to sit up, but Wanda clicked her tongue. âNo, baby,â she chided. âStay just like this.â
You felt the bed dip as Natasha climbed back on behind you. Her calloused hands lifted your hips so you were kneeling tall. The angle forced your face even further into the mattress. You couldnât put your hands out to hold yourself up with them tied up behind your back.
Natasha ran the tip of the strap up and down your slit, pulling a muffled moan from your lips. She lined the toy up with your entrance, gently easing it inside. She threw her head back and moaned as she felt each of the âmean ridgesâ push into you, then she pushed your hips forward and pulled them back, silently commanding you to fuck yourself as you adjusted to her girth.
The toy was, admittedly, slightly too big for you to manage without any discomfort. The ridges cruelly raked against your inner walls, causing you to wince with each movement. But with time, you were able to adjust to feel only a slight, delicious stretch.
After youâd grown to a moderate pace, Natasha took over, grabbing your thighs and pulling them back to meet her own. You let your body go limp, allowing Natasha to control your movements completely. You were putty in her hands.
âFuck, Wands you should see her from here,â Natasha groaned, looking down and watching the large toy disappear inside of you over and over again. âFuck itâs like she swallowing me whole. Needy little cunt. Canât get enough of daddyâs cock can you?â
You tried to bury your face into the sheets to muffle the noises she tore from you, but you were unsuccessful. Without your hands or your arms, your range of motion was severely limited.
Wandaâs eyes went wide and her face cracked into a smile when she heard the first hiccup of a cry. She leaned forward. âTasha, hold her up. I want to see her face.â
Natasha reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so you were face to face with Wanda. She could see the build up of tears in the corners of your eyes and the way your bottom lip quivered, threatening to give way to a sob.
âAww, sweet girl,â she cooed. âAre you going to cry for mommy? Itâs okay angel, you can cry. Daddyâs not gonna stop fucking you even if you are going to be a sobbing little mess.â
Natasha fucked you harder, nearly pulling all the way out before she slammed back into you again. She kept your head up, forcing you to look at Wanda even as your eyes rolled back and your vision went blurry with tears. Natasha wrapped her hand around your throat, grabbing you just under your chin. She braced her forearm against your chest, pinning you upright against her.
The position only accentuated the effect of the ridges, causing them to bump more aggressively against the spongy spot inside of you. âAww look at how pathetic you look, crying your little eyes out while daddy fills you with her cock.â Wanda teased.
You felt Natashaâs breath hot against your ear. âTell mommy how pathetic you are.â
You offered little more than a whine in response. Your bottom lip continued to tremble as tears rolled down your cheeks.
âAww, sweet girl, thereâs no need to be embarrassed,â Wanda assured. âItâs just me and daddy.â
You werenât truly embarrassed, if you were being honest. You honestly felt like a masterpiece: a carefully constructed vision that Wanda and Natasha had crafted you into. But you played coy nonetheless. You had more fun when Wanda told you how pathetic you looked anyway.
âPoor thing,â Wanda taunted, ânever learned how to take a proper fucking without crying.â Her eyes never left yours. Everything about watching her wife handle your helpless body drove her wild.
âIâm sorry mommy⌠I canât help it⌠daddyâs cock feels so good inside of me,â you panted.
Natasha felt a burst of heat in her own core. Between yours and Wandaâs words she could feel herself creeping towards the edge. She just needed a bit of a different angle. She released her hold on you, causing you to fall helplessly back into the mattress. Wanda gently turned your head, preventing you from muffling yourself in the sheets.
You cursed. The combination of Wandaâs gentle hands and the new angle that hit all your most sensitive spots had you so close to an orgasm. All it would take was just a little more pressure on your clit. Unfortunately, with your hands bound behind your back, you were completely at their mercy.
âPleaseâŚâ you begged mindlessly. âPlease donât stop. Fuck daddy. Please never stop.â You felt so certain that if Natasha pulled out of you right now, youâd simply die on the spot.
âYou want to cum on daddyâs cock so badly donât you?â Wanda teased. âBut you canât touch yourself. Poor baby.â
Natasha changed her pace. She could feel her own orgasm building as she felt the pull of the toyâs ridges pumping in and out of you. âBeg for mommy to let you cum, baby. I wanna hear you begging like the little slut you are.â
âFuck!â you sobbed. The words poured out of your mouth nearly as fast as the tears poured from your eyes. âPlease Iâm all yours. Iâm mommy and daddyâs little slut. Please, you can use me whenever you want. Iâm just a little toy for mommy and daddy. Please I just need daddyâs cock inside me forever. Mommy please let me cum.â
âThatâs a good girl,â Wanda praised, âbegging mommy and daddy to use you like a little toy. Thatâs all you are right? A toy for mommy and daddyâs pleasure?â
âYes!â you chanted. âYes! Iâm mommy and daddyâs toy. Please let me cum. Please mommy.â
âI wanna see you cum on daddyâs cock. Can you be a good girl and cum on daddyâs cock for mommy?â She asked.
Natasha curled her arm around your waist, pinching your clit and milking it between her fingers. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you fell apart.
Natasha continued to fuck you as you came, clenching around the strap. The pulsing put the perfect amount of pressure on her own clit, sending her into an orgasm not long after you.
She steadied herself on your hips, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain her composure. She pulled the ribbon, and Wanda watched in fascination as the entire thing unraveled itself. They both chuckled as your arms bonelessly flopped down beside you.
Natasha hooked her arm around your waist to prevent you from simply collapsing when she pulled out. She laid you gently on your side before climbing off the bed. She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you with Wanda.
You whined as the toy left, suddenly feeling terribly empty. Wanda sat down on the bed next to you, chuckling again as she bent over to kiss your temple. âI know, love. Itâs just devastating that daddy canât stay inside you forever, isnât it?â
You nodded, whining again as you felt her wipe away the remnants of your orgasm.
âYou did so well for us, love,â she praised, adjusting your position on the bed so you rested against the pillows. She pulled up some blankets, smiling as you wiggled in blissful content. âComfy, honey?â
You nodded, reaching your arms out for her.
She crawled into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you. She kissed your forehead, earning herself a dopey, blissed out smile from you. She kissed your cheek, licking up what was left of a few salty tears. She moaned at the taste.
Natasha came out of the bathroom, freshened up in nothing but a pair or boxers. She joined you and Wanda in bed, crawling in next to you. She kissed the top of your head. âAre you girls ready for movie night?â
You nodded. âI already promised mommy she gets my movie night cuddles this time, though.â
âWhat the hell?â Natasha said jokingly, pulling you forcibly into her lap and berating you with kisses. âDaddy fucks you so hard you canât think straight and mommy still get the movie night cuddles?â
You giggled, squirming out of her kiss attack. âYou always fall asleep anyway!â
She rolled her eyes. âYeah. Because I just fucked you so hard you couldnât think straight. You wear me out, little girl.â
âFine, daddy cuddles until you fall asleep, and then mommy cuddles,â you compromise.
âThat sounds perfect, princess,â Natasha smiled, kissing you briefly.
You looked to Wanda for her approval. She smiled. âFine. You can cuddle with daddy for the 20 minutes sheâs awake, and then youâre all mine for the rest of the night.â
You wrapped your arms around both of them, pulling them into a tight hug. âDeal.â
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âş step mommy!wanda x innocent!fem reader
wc ~ 2.8k
a/n: the people have spoken! the poll i posted was incredibly close between mommy!wanda w/ readers first time being with a woman and mommy!wanda corruption kink. i decided to just go ahead and combine the two. enjoy!
a/n: so i actually hate this buuut i figured i would post it anyways. any feedback is welcome, just please be nice :)) (im fragileđĽš)
*not proofread*
cw: unspecified age gap, stepcest, mommy!kink, corruption kink, somnophilia, cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), mild humiliation (sorta?)
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you were cuddled up in wandaâs arms as you lie on your side, facing the television with some old disney movie playing. she had her arm draped around your torso, holding your body back against hers. you had fallen asleep a little while ago, your breathing slow and even.
it was your last week of being home for summer semester before you had to go back to school. you had debated going back home for break, and not even because you had to face your notoriously neglectful father, but because you had to face your step motherâwanda. it had been a few years now that she had married your father. it was a marriage strictly out of convenience and stability. she had her twin boys to raise and wanted a father figure for them to look up to. what she didnât expect was to inherit you. her beautiful, precious, innocent step-daughter. you were 18 at the time and a senior in high school. she easily took your under her wing and loved you just as much as she did her own children. her love for you started out innocent, but soon morphed into her own perversion. she loved how perfectly innocent you wereâeven as the years went by. the way your dressed, spoke and acted all seemed to drive her fantasies into an even more perverted corner.
she would often lay awake at night, touching herself to the thought of you. your soft, small hands squeezing and caressing her breasts. your full, pouty lips pressed against hers or better yet.. wrapped around one of her nipples. she knew you were inexperienced and that only drove her more insane. one of her favorite fantasies was having you in her lap, your little skirt bunched up at your waist as she had her wand vibrator pressed up against your cloth-covered pussy. she would try different settings, taking in your little gasps and whimpers as she takes note of just how sensitive you are.
âoh, does that feel good, baby?â
âmm, mommy loves watching you squirm like this in her lap.â
she would watch in real time as your panties become soaking wet, the material almost see through by the time she was done.
now you.. you were completely and utterly enthralled with wanda. she was so beautiful, elegant and seemed to perform every thing she did with grace. even down to the smallest domestic actions, you found yourself squirming in your seat as she went about doing the tasks. growing up, you never had much sexual interest in boys or girls. once your step-mother came into your life, boy, did that change. you found yourself instantly attracted to her femininity, her kindness, but mostly her nurturing disposition. having a narcissistic biological mother meant you lacked one of the most important female relationships in your life.
you craved her attention. since you were attending a local college, that allowed you to travel home often. you didnât ever go back to see your dad (of course) but to see her. and if you were being honest, you did love billy and tommy as well. they were the greatest little siblings you could have ever hoped for.
each time you went back to visit, your fantasies and thoughts about wanda became progressively more explicit. it started with her holding you, gently stroking your hair as you were cuddled up. however, you knew your feelings were getting stronger when one day you were passing her bedroom and found the door open a crack. she was dressing into her night clothes and you caught a glimpse of her naked back. you couldnât walk away even if you wanted to. you stood there gawking as she dressed, seeing more of her bare skin than ever before. there was a growing, slightly foreign ache between your legs as you watched her. you pressed your thighs together, mouth slightly agape as you stared at the sight before you.
from then on, anytime you were home you would make it a point to try and sneak a peak of her nakedness whenever you knew she might be showering or changing. in bed at nighttime, your mind ran wild with so many fantasies. you were innocent, but not clueless. you would imagine her perfectly manicured hands sliding down your bare torso, her fingers dipping into the hem of your sleep shorts. then after teasing you a bit, her pulling them off your legs. she would be slow, soft and gentle with her touches. her voice (which you could listen to all day) murmuring sweet praises as she drew small, tight circles around your clit. her kissing and marking your neck. you would proudly wear her love bites.
her gasping with you as she inserts her fingers into your virginal pussy for the first timeâŚ
as the movie played on the screen, wanda found herself unable to focus on the scene unfolding before her. instead, she was watching youâyour chest rising and falling steadily. she propped herself up, peeking down at your face to make sure your eyes were closed. her libido was burning hot. your body held firmly against hers was enough to get her mind running a mile a minute. you sigh softly in your sleep, wiggling your ass further against her front. wanda smiles to herself, finding the image of you sleeping so soundly in her arms just adorable. but what would be even more adorable? hearing your little whimpers and moans as she touches you. she had never touched you in a non-innocent way before and honestlyâshe was tired of being good. she wanted her way with you, and tonight she was going to have it.
she began slowly tracing her fingertips up and down your arm, goosebumps rising in their wake. your skin was so soft under her touch. her hand slid to your torso, her fingers slipping under your shirt and running up your waist. she stopped when her fingertips felt the fabric of your bra. she shifted herself carefully so she was propped up on one arm, her body hovering above yours. her free hand now traced slowly up your knee, her fingers on a sinful journey to your soft, milky inner thighs. she gently squeezed the squishiest part, wanting to do that since she saw a glimpse of them whenever you wore your bikiniâs at the pool. your legs parted for her and she smiled at your bodyâs natural instinct to open up for her.
her fingers teased the edges of your panties and she noticed there was already a small wet patch on the material. oh you were a needy girl, werenât you.
she quickly became desperate to see more of you, but she didnât want you to wakeâyet. she gently pulled your shirt down, the material bunching just past the middle part of your bra. she then leaned down, pressing slow, wet kisses along the tops of your breasts. her tongue snaked out, dipping behind the material and grazing over your nipple. you shifted slightly, a small whine sounding past your lips. wanda paused her movements briefly, glancing up at your face to make sure you were still asleep. once she was satisfied you werenât going to open your eyes, her fingers resumed their teasing of your inner thighs and panty lines. she dragged her tongue across your chest to your other breast, this time swiping her tongue more firmly over your pert nipple. the hand that was teasing the seam of your panties finally slid past the material, seeking your now inexplicably wet heat. her finger dragged down your slit, gathering the wetness at your entrance and then swirling it up around your clit. you began to stir slightly, your hips gently rolling up into her ministrations.
she kept you on the edge of unconsciousness, being careful not to rouse her little girl prematurely. once she thought you were sufficiently worked up, she maneuvered herself until she was laying between your legs. she gently lifted one of your legs so it bended for her, your unconscious body seeming to assist her as you rest your foot flat on the couch, your leg leaning to the side for better access to your core. she leaned down, her eyes intent on your face as she didnât want to miss a single reaction. her warm tongue drew a line up your panty-covered slit. your body twitched at the sensation, a small hum in the back of your throat. she repeated the action, gliding her tongue up and down a few times before she needed the offending garment off your body.
her hands caressed up your thighs before grabbing onto your panties and sliding them off of you. she was mindful to take them all the way off, tucking them away in her pocket for later. returning to her previous engagement, she watched your brow furrow slightly, a small gasp leaving your lips as her tongue parted your wet folds. she hummed softly at the flavor of you and fought the urge to delve in right there.
wanting to see those pretty eyes of yours now that her head was between your legs, she licked a firmer stripe up your slit, her hands squeezing your hips. you began to stir again, a feeling of confusion washed over you as you realize there was something hot and wet against your core. you gasped, suddenly awake all at once as you look down and see your step-mother with her head between your legs, her tongue swirling all over your heat. âw-wanda?â you panted out, confused. while you had hoped for something like this to happen, you didnât think it actually would.
âhmm, hi sweet girl,â she murmured into your pussy, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent as she looked up a you. her tongue expertly explored your folds and you couldnât help but whimper softly, the sight before you almost overwhelming.
âwhatâre you doing?â you whimpered. your hips gently rolling into her face at their own accord.
âshhh, baby. let mommy have her fun, hmm? i promise youâll like it.â you didnât really need much further encouragement, so you let her proceed without further protest.
âthatâs it, huh? were you hoping i would do this to you? were you hoping mommy would finally cave and eat her little girlâs pussy?â
you moaned, her words only making your head more cloudy. she chuckled and you could feel the vibrations reverberate through your core.
you were getting lost in the sensations when she suddenly stopped. âtell me,â she insisted, her eyes were intent on your face as if searching for the truth.
ây-yes mommy..â you whimpered, feeling embarrassed to have to admit this to your step mother. âyes what, baby?â you squirmed under her scrutiny, not wanting to reveal your naughty fantasies out loud. with your hesitation, she decided to tease you further, her finger coming up and circling your entrance. she teased your opening, dipping just the tip of her finger in and out. you whined, her ministrations pleasant but not enough. âplease,â you whined. she persisted with her teasing motions, careful not to give you too much stimulation. âtell me the truth milaya moya..i want to hear your say it.â you swallowed back some of your nerves, your fuzzy mind making it harder to want to hide the truth from her. âiâve wanted you to touch me like this for so long, mommy..â your voice was breathless, your body became more desperate as her fingers continued teasing you.
âhave you? what a naughty girl.. and here i was thinking you were a sweet, innocent little thing.â she cooed, her touch becoming more pleasurable as she rewarded your honesty by drawing firm circles around your clit. you moaned, your eyes slid shut wanting to savor every sensation she was pulling from your body.
âah ah ah, open your eyes. watch mommy.â her voice was gentle yet commanding; you had no choice but to obey. you opened your eyes and find that where her eyes were once green, they were now almost black with desire. âhave you ever stuck your fingers inside here before?â her finger gently prodded at your opening, you body wiggling at the sensation.
âo-once..â while the experience wasnât entirely unpleasant, you didnât understand why girls would pleasure themselves that way. it just didnât feel that good to you. âand you didnât like it?â she gently probed, the hand that wasnât teasing your entrance caressing the outside of your thigh.
you shook your head, opting to remain silent to answer her question. âthatâs perfectly normal, baby. you know what though? iâll bet mommy can find that special spot inside of you. will you let me try?â truthfully, she was going to try it regardless of what you said. she knew she would be able to find that sweet, spongy spot to curl her fingers against, drawing white hot pleasure from you. you nodded your head slowly, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth nervously.
with how wet you were, wanda was sure two of her fingers could easily slip inside. she watched you as your eyes were locked in on her hand that was between your legs. when she slipped her two fingers inside your hole, you gasped. there was a slight pressure from the stretch but you found it only added to the pleasure you felt. her face contorted with yours and she mimicked your facial expression, wholly invested in your pleasure as if it were her own.
her fingers moved slowly at first, but soon after picked up the pace. you threw your head back, your eyes shutting once again.
âopen your eyes, pretty girl. look at me.â you whimpered, reluctantly opening your eyes again to look into hers. she chose that moment then to curl her fingers up against that spongy spot inside you. your mouth formed an âo,â your brows pulling together as you whined, the feeling surprising you. she quickly picked up the pace, her fingers curling and rubbing up against your g spot with fervor. âthatâs it baby. you feel that? you feel mommy inside of you?â you moaned and bucked your hips into her hand, feeling her thumb start to circle your clit.
you felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen, your heart starting to pound in your chest as you get closer to your climax. one of your hands clutched onto her wrist of the hand that was pumping in and out of your wet hole.
âmommy! gonna cum!â your body was writhing and shaking under her touch. you finally become unraveled as she leans down and wraps her lips around your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves into her mouth. the moan you let out was downright pornographic as she helps you ride out your high; her fingers slowing and her tongue giving you little kitten licks until you were fully back down to earth.
you chest rose and fell heavily as you tried to catch your breath. wanda crawled up your body, her legs on either side of your hips as she gently rested her upper body atop of yours. she brushed some stray hairs behind your ear, taking note of your adorably flushed cheeks. your eyes were closed as you gathered yourself and when they peeked open to look at hers, they were met with a sea of green. a small smile was tugging on the corners of her lips.
âhi,â you whispered quietly, your eyes slightly hooded as your orgasm only made you feel sleepy again. âhi, baby love,â she smiled at you, her eyes crinkling and her nose scrunching. you give her back a small smile of your own, your brain and body feeling fuzzy and light. âmmm i feel like jello, mommy.â she chuckled gently at your chosen word to describe how you feel. âyeah?â she leaned in and began peppering light kisses all over your face, relishing in your cuteness. you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around her neck to keep her there. she scooted over, maneuvering herself so she was lying next to you with your body pulled close against hers.
you two lie there in silence for several minutes, just enjoying each others company. âwanda?â you questioned, your voice soft and a little hesitant. âhmmm?â
âhow long have you wanted to do that to me?â
wanda smiled to herself which you didnât see with your face tucked under into her neck.
âa long time.â she said simply.
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DONâT YOU LOVE THE DEVIL?
â pairing | wanda maximoff x fem!reader
â synopsis | wanda was everything you wanted in a mom. she was kind and loving, even to those who werenât her own children. she, however, loved you in a very different wayâŚ
â warnings | porn with plot, non con that turns kinda dub con, smut, mommy kink, spanking, thigh riding, overstimulation, aftercare, wanda is a perv lmao (18+)
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Summer was always your favourite time. It meant avid beach trips, ice cream dates and - most importantly - bestie sleepovers. You enjoyed staying at Natasha's house, which was much larger than yours. Wanda, her mother, was always very kind to you, even more so than your own. Because of this, throughout high school, you found yourself always at the Maximoffâs. When you were going through a difficult time, you would always turn to her for support; she was a solid shoulder to cry on as her hushed whispers soothed you.
Much like your house, Natashaâs dad was never in the picture. And because Wanda never seemed to date, it was always just them two and sometimes you. Their house was your safe haven and Wanda was your beckoning angel. Now in your last year of college, you still find yourself coming to the older womanâŚ
Countless nights, you wished she was your mom instead.
Reaching into your pocket, you fumble around for the front key, feeling its familiar shape between your fingertips.
This was your usual routine â Natasha would text when she was nearly home from work, and youâd arrive shortly after, letting yourself in with the spare key she had given you months ago.
The door swings open with a soft creak, revealing the warmth of the home beyond. The living room is empty, just the faint hum of the TV can be heard.
As you step into the kitchen, the warm aroma of burnt vanilla envelops you. Wanda stands against the island, dressed in a large, red sweater and black skirt, with one hand scrolling through her phone as the other holds a glass of red wine. She looked radiant as ever. A grown woman confident in her own skin and her ability.
âHey, Wanda.â
She places her phone down and greets you warmly. âHey there, sweetheart. How are you?â
âIâm good.â You take a seat next to her and she busies herself with pouring you a glass of red. You watch her, marvelling at how effortlessly she moves around the kitchen, her movements always graceful and fluid.
"So," Wanda begins, setting the glass in front of you, "another bestie sleepover?"
âYep! Natashaâs going to be busy with Bucky next week so weâre spending as much time together.â
Wanda scoffs at the mention of her daughterâs partner, âYeah, she said something about going to his parentâs lake house for the week.â
You hum, reaching for a sip of the wine, awkward in the revelation of Wandaâs distaste for her daughterâs boyfriend. I mean, itâs not like you like him either. You hate him actually. He was always so weird about your friendship with the redhead, always starting arguments around how much you guys hang out together and how he thinks you have a crush on her.
Plus, Natasha was way out of his league and he sometimes treated her like shit. It was only last week when Natasha was complaining about how they had an argument during their date and Bucky left her to find her own way homeâŚ
âI really donât know what she sees in him.â
You sigh, setting the glass back down. âMe neither. Heâs an asshole.â
Lost in thought, you fail to notice Wandaâs approach until an arm laid upon your shoulder, and a hand twirled around your curls.
âYou know, I always thought Natasha would end up with you.â
Shocked by her confession, you try to respond - to deny that nothing would ever happened - but your mouth is unable to move as her nails scratch against your neck.
Wanda settles down in the stool beside you, hand retreating to stroke down your arm.
"I just don't understand. Heâs boring and doesnât deserve Tasha, whereas, youâre⌠youâre so much better than him.â She admits softly, her gaze fixed on you.
"Youâre so much more than him.â
You shrug, expelling a shaky breath as you watch her manicured nail draw patterns against your exposed skin.
Silence envelopes you both, Wanda deep in thought and you pretend to act calm about the fact that Wandaâs touch has trailed down to your hands, resting in your lap.
âYou know if I were herâŚâ Her breath flutters against your ear, âI wouldnât even think about anyone else⌠when I have you.â
Your heart skips a beat at her admission.
"I..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as you struggle to articulate the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling within you.
It felt so wrong, and yet you didnât want her to stop.
To keep stroking your hand,
To keep whispering in your ear.
To keep close to you.
âI think⌠I want to kiss you.â Wanda murmurs, her thumb gently running over your lips.
But before you could say anything, she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss.
âSo pretty.â She whispers, lips closing in once again, but the sudden closing of a door upstairs startles you both as you pull away. Eyes wide in fear that Natasha couldâve seen you kissing her mom.
Wanda leaves her seat, an unreadable expression on her face, and disappears into the living room, Natashaâs thundering footsteps break you from looking at her as she comes downstairs. Her hair is wet, her bangs clinging to her forehead. She mustâve been in the shower.
âYou made it!â Natasha exclaims before briefly hugging you and dragging you with her upstairs, âCome on. Letâs watch a movie.â
âŚ
A few hours later, and a few movies down, you end up back in the kitchen, in search of a drink. You spot Wanda in the living room watching a show, her presence both comforting and unnerving. No longer elegantly dressed, she lounges in a maroon satin night gown. The thin fabric barely covers her long legs as it glows complimentarily against her pale skin.
Summoning as much courage, you take a seat on the other end of the sofa. The drink long forgotten. She recognises your presence but you both donât say anything, engrossed in some reality show on TV. This distraction works for a while but then, like a shadow in the morning sun, the memory of the kiss surfaces. Heat blossoms against your cheeks but you feel it weighing on your mind, a heavy burden demanding acknowledgement.
âWanda,â your voice so quiet she almost didnât hear it, âI think we should talk about earlier.â
With a delayed hum, she turns towards you, waiting patiently for you to continue. Your words stumble out clumsily, faltering as you try to convey the complexity of your emotions. You want to explain that the kiss was wrong, that she was your best friendâs mom and that nothing like that could happen again, but you donât want to hurt her feelings in the process.
Her expression was unreadable, you could almost hear the pounding of your own heart, the uncertainty hanging thick in the air between you. And then, finally, she speaks.
âIâm sorry, darling. I thought- it was silly and inappropriate of me.â She reaches over to briefly squeeze your hand.
âLetâs forget it happened.â
You exhale with relief, âYeah, okay. Thank you.â
Quick to change the conversation and clear the awkward tension, Wanda asks, âHow come youâre down here anyways? Whereâs Natasha?â
âOh she fell asleep.â You giggle at the unattractive image of your best friend, snoring somewhat loudly and taking up your side of the bed.
âBesides, Iâm not really tired, so I thought Iâd come down for a drink.â
Wanda hums, a smile on her face at the sight of you giggling so cutely.
But you notice her hands run over bare arms, soothing the goosebumps and the slight shiver, âAre you cold?â
She looks at you for a moment, eyes taking in your concerned features before she nods.
âIâll get you a blanket.â You move to stand but a grip on your wrist halts you.
âDonât bother. Just sit here.â
She leans back against the pillows, legs parting slightly. Your brows furrow in confusion.
She tugs your wrist softly, âDonât think, just come here.â
She pulls you to sit between her thighs, flush against her front as she winds her arms around you. It wasnât uncommon being hugged by the older woman but itâs never been like this. But despite earlier, you couldnât help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you. The room even felt cosier now all that tension was gone. So, you lean back into her embrace, feeling her steady heartbeat against your back and her warm thighs brush against yours.
âHm, much better. Youâve always run hot.â Her face snuggles into your curls and you giggle.
Her large hands dip, holding softly onto your hips, pulling you even closer with a silent groan, before descending to your thighs. A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine, but you maintain composure, thinking nothing of the surely innocent touch as you focus on the TV screen in front of you.
Her touch is gentle, sending a warm current through your body with each stroke. You feel your legs widen, following in the direction of her strokes, not wanting the caress to stop. The show on the TV fades into the background as your attention becomes solely fixated on her.
She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, âPretty girl... feels good, doesnât it?â
You nod, allowing yourself to melt further into her embrace, your head resting against her shoulder instead of watching her hands.
Wanda tuts, âNo, baby, head up.â
A single hand moves from your thigh to hold the back of your head, forcing you to look down at your entwined legs. Another hand wanders higher than expected, tracing small circles into your inner thigh, jarring you out of your trance as you go to wiggle free from her grip. âWanda⌠thatâs-â
Your speech is cut off as fingers slip under your shorts, and you gasp, squirming with renewed vigour. But her hold refuses even the feeblest motions as she wraps an arm around your waist.
âWanda⌠please!â
âDonât think, baby.â She warns again, fingers gliding further into your shorts. âJust let yourself feel good.â
You fight harder, hips snapping away from her touch as hands pry at her wrist. âGet off me!â
âNo, youâre not getting up.â You squirm again, and without warning, she digs her nails harshly into your soft skin. âI said, youâre not getting up.â
You whimper in pain and stop your movement. Instantly, her nails pull back from your skin, leaving red angry crescent marks. Those fingertips gently caress the marks to soothe them before moving up under your shirt.
âGood girl.â Those words bring an odd warmth to your body and suddenly you think that letting Wanda have her way with you couldnât be as bad as you initially thoughtâŚ
But light fingers caressing up and down your stomach, inching closer to your breasts reminded you of the position youâre in.
This was your best friendâs mom.
Natasha didnât deserve this.
âWanda, we canât⌠itâs not right. What about Nat-?â
âItâs fine, princess.â She interrupts, placing a few chaste kisses against your neck. âShe wonât find out.â
Suddenly, those hands slide up over your bare breasts and gently squeeze. You take in a deep breath and exhale slowly with a soft whimper. Pleased with the response, she begins to knead them kindly alternating between light and firm pressure.
âYou like that, baby?â Wanda coos then nibbles on the side of your ear, descending your neck carefully to not leave bites and marks in place.
Your back arches slightly, pressing your breasts deeper into her adept grasp, and your defiance fades ever so quickly with each breathy moan.
âHm, so needy, so responsiveâŚâ thumbs swipes over your perked nipples, âand all Iâm doing is playing with your tits, princess.â
Your increased whines answer in reply and Wanda doesnât bother wasting time anymore. Lifting a hand from its spot under your top, she glides down under your shorts. Her lithe fingers ghost over the soaked underwear, travelling low enough to feel the wetness seep from your slit, and she moans lowly at the sensation. âYouâre so wet⌠fuck, is this all for me?â
Battling between not wanting this and giving in to her, you also fight the urge to thrust your hips upwards, to search for some needed friction, to end the maddening ache between your thighs.
The older womanâs light touches feel like heaven and hell as nimble fingers slide up and down the fabric that clung to you, purposely missing where you needed her most.
âThatâs it, baby. Relax⌠let go for me.â
A strange fuzziness washes over you completely as you relax - moral sobriety long forgotten - as your legs spread apart limply for Wanda to grope in every direction.
 âMâkay.â You reply, barely hearing yourself, lost in the moment.
Wanda sighs contently, forever pleased sheâs put you in this headspace with such little fight.
Focusing back on your neck, she licks along the flushed skin, and as she bites against your pulse a little harder, the slight pain has you quivering.
You melt into the warm heat below you, head resting against a firm shoulder, as you let out a moan laced with pleasure and slight frustration. Hips bucking slightly back into Wandaâs hoping sheâd take the hint and get on with it.
The quicker you gave her what she wanted, the quicker it would be done.
Finally, her index finger slides higher, the tip of her nail just brushing against your clit slightly. Your thighs shake at the motion, wanting to clamp shut around her but never doing so in fear she would stop. A cry falls from your mouth in surprise as her finger finally reaches, circling your swollen nerve endings in a slow yet firm motion.
Your words stumble out clumsily, unable to string a full sentence together as Wanda practically purrs against your ear.
âOh, youâre doing so well, baby.â She coos, before pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, âSo well for me⌠come here.â
Tipping your neck up, she dips forward, pressing her hot lips against your own. A choked note of dismay comes from you as Wanda forces your mouth open and shoves her tongue inside. The older woman dominates the clashing of tongues, making sure that you know your place.
You fail to notice Wanda pull your shorts and panties down from your hips until her fingers press against you harder, and you canât help but grind against it with such aching desperation. She marvels over how pathetic you look⌠one minute begging for her to stop and now humping against her like a bitch in heat, swallowing her tongue down your throat.
Such a depraved mental image and yet it only feeds into her desire for you.
To claim you as hers, no matter if you wanted it or not.
Because she didnât care.
She could feel herself getting wetter, as she met your grinding with her own thrusts, your ass pressing flush against her soaked panties.
The kiss eventually comes to an end, a few hungry strands of saliva briefly clinging to your lips, linking you together. Wanda gazes lovingly at the sight of you, a growing smile on her lips, as you writhe in building pleasure.
âCan you look at me, princess?â
Wanda asks in a sultry tone and you struggle to open your eyes, squinting against the light as her blurry face comes into focus. Her pupils are blown out, partly consuming those emerald irises, her cheeks painted a flushed pink, and her lips part as she pants freely.
She looks so beautiful.
Her green eyes shine clouded over in a different colour than NatashaâsâŚ
Natasha.
Dread seeps into your bones, your body ripped from its relaxed trance as you recall your best friend and how sheâs sleeping upstairs as youâre fucked by her mom.
You donât want to think about how upset she would be to find you like this.
âBabyâŚâ She reels your mind back to focus on her, noticing youâre beginning to spiral. âYou ready to come for me?â
Her fingers speed up perfectly but you shook your head in defiance, your mind no longer free to just enjoy Wandaâs touch.
âNo,â she coos, âyou donât want to come for me, baby? Donât want to come for Mommy?â
A whiny no leaves your lips, not giving in to the beautiful temptress behind you.
Annoyed, Wanda rolls her eyes, clearly upset that you wouldnât just give in to her and that youâre not nestled in that special little headspace anymore.
Without warning, she twists your thigh over the other, ass on show as she lashes out with a sharp slap. You cry out at the unexpected blow, your hands grabbing tightly onto whatever part of the woman you can reach. You werenât sure if you were trying to push her away or pull her close.
âI thought we were done with that, baby.â She unleashes a few more spanks, âThought you were going to be my good girl, hm?â
You gasp for air at the same time Wanda gropes your marked flesh, pulling your cheeks apart as she rubs in soothing circles. The breath turns into a choked moan as Wanda spanks you one more time, before returning you to your original position, back to pressing firm circles against your clit.
Once again, you fight her touch. Hips wiggling in each direction until ankles wrap around your legs, locking you in place.
Tight circles turn to quick taps, the once pleasing hand now bringing pain upon your pussy in rapid succession, not allowing you to writhe in her generosity for too long before returning to cruelty.
A beautiful blend that muddled all of your defying thoughts until there was nothing left.
Your body betrayed your mind. Your legs fell completely limp, as you lay at the mercy of the older woman. Taking whatever she deemed necessary to give.
Finally, she had you.
âI donât care if you donât want to. Youâre going to cum all over my fingers for me.â She concludes with a kiss on your cheek.
And not caring if you cry loud enough to wake up the rest of the house, her fingers speed up for the last time, sending you headfirst over the edge.
âŚ
After what felt like hours, Wanda was done with you. You had moved into her bedroom, deciding the sofa was not adequate to continue. Now her head rests against your stomach after she had spread you open to lap up your next orgasm.
Your body spasms randomly, wave after wave of aftershock rolling over you. A warm hand cups your core firmly, and you buck away from the sensitivity, not wanting her touch anymore. But her fingers remain, gliding slowly up and down your slit, marvelling at your swollen skin, before pushing against your entrance.
Youâre overwhelmed. What little fight you have left mentally canât keep up with the fatigue of your exhausted body. If she wanted to, she could have her way with you. Again and again. Fresh tears fall from your eyes as you sob inconsolably into hands covering your face.
Wanda leaves you be, moving up your body to grab onto your wrists.
âHey, baby⌠itâs okay, youâre okayâŚâ she coos, fingertips wiping away your tears, âMommy went too hard on you, didnât she?â
You struggle to find the words, and Wanda shushes you, stopping you from thinking too much in such a delicate headspace.
You feel movement, feel Wanda get off you, and your eyes snap open in a slight panic but she sits beside you and swiftly draws you onto her lap.
âItâs okay, sweetheart. Donât cry.â She says gently, reeling you in with false empathy. She was glad she pushed you too hard you broke.
âMommy couldnât help herself.â
You scoot closer, close enough to bury your head into her neck as fingers trail up and down your back.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to hurt you, baby. Can you forgive me?â
Her soothing words are music to your ears as you whimper softly against the woman, not willing to talk or move away. You just want her to hold you.
âSay it, princess. Say you forgive me.â
She guides you out of her neck to look at her.
âI forgive you.â You choke out, upset youâre no longer buried in her chest, as your hands run back to cover your eyes. Too ashamed to even look at her.
âSweet girl, come here.â Wanda doesnât wait, moving your hands to wrap around her neck as she kisses you hungrily, swallowing any little disapprovals as you push languidly against her chest, trying to force her mouth off of you.
Itâs fine, itâs fine,â she ushers against your swollen lips, âI just want to make you feel better.â
You whine in disapproval but your arms wrap tighter around her.
âYou love me, donât you?â She whispers against your cheek, but doesnât let you reply, as you choke on her tongue, stroking deep against yours.
âSay you love me, baby.â She moves to kiss your forehead, before moving down against your collarbone.
Hands groping your ass as she rocks you steady against her thigh.
âI love you,â a few tears burn down your throat as you hiccup,â I love you, I love you.â
Wanda mumbles her gratitude into your skin, fresh marks blooming against your chest as she fucks you against her.
âKeep saying you love me, baby.â
âI love you, I love you, I love youâŚâ flies from your mouth in quick succession, your mind once again empty as the tell tale signs of another orgasm come into view.
âI love you too, princess.â She returns to your lips, tongue prodding past them as she coaxes your tongue into her mouth.
âCome on. Be good for me.â
It slams into you, body tense as you fall over the edge, pressing your face deep into her neck. She shushes you, not letting go of your body until the convulsions stop, and even then, youâre curled into her chest. Unwilling to part from her.
She allows you to sob freely, your body shaking uncontrollably as hands stroke all over until you calm down. Almost asleep in her arms.
A hand runs through your damp hair, âThatâs it, baby. Weâre done.â
âNo more.â You mumble out, eyes already shut as exhaustion washes over.
âNo more, baby. Go to sleep.â Wanda shifts you down her body, your face now against her chest, as she covers you both with her duvet.
Unable to resist any longer, you drift off in Wandaâs warm embrace.
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25 // Watching porn together // Ideas
Summary: Wanda and Y/N spend some quality time together.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: enchanted strap, porn, dirty talk, blow job
Word count: 1k
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The television flickered with images of a couple, or theyâre assumed to be a couple, making out naked. It was a man and a woman to shake things up a bit, and I was watching intently while Wanda traced shapes on my belly with her fingertips.
âIf I had a cock,â I started, threading my fingers through her hair and grabbing a fistful, forcefully, but gently. âIâd force you down on it like this.â
I guided her head down on my crotch, getting wet just from the image of her pretending to suck my imaginary cock. I let out a low moan, biting my lip as I continued to bob her head up and down.
âY/N âŚâ she giggled softly, slapping my hand away from her head. âI do that anyway with your strap.â
âYeah, but a real cock.â I brought my hand down to the juncture of my thighs and stroked my invisible dick. âJust being able to feel your mouth, hot and wet, and cum all over you.â I shuddered. âA dream.â
âA dream?â She questioned, the couple on the television now fucking doggy style. âA dream I can turn into a reality.â
My eyes got wide, excited, and urged her to continue.
âI can enchant your strap, make it feel like your own dick - if youâd like me to.â
âYes! I-I mean,â I blushed, embarrassed at my answer. âThat would be really âŚâ
âIâd love for you to cum inside me.â She whispered against my lips. âFill me with your babies.â
âOh fuck, Wands.â I whimpered, absolutely soaked at this point, the sounds the woman in the video was making were not helping.
She smiled, stroking her hand along my abdomen.
âDo you wanna feel how wet I am for you? How tight I am?â
âOh god, yes, please.â I was begging now. I needed this. I needed her.
âPromise youâll make me take it all.â
âI swear on everything precious in this world that youâll take every drop of my cum.â
She giggled, reaching over me to grab the strap we already had taken out in preparation for this night. She brought it over to the apex of my thighs and her eyes went red, the toy becoming my appendage in less than a second.
âOh shit, fuck,â I cursed under my breath, the new feelings very overwhelming. âThis is âŚâ
âThis is amazing. I was hoping it would work.â
âHoping?â
She looked down at it and shrugged.
âThis is the first time Iâve tried it. But Iâve thought about it. A lot.â
She brought her hand down to it, letting her fingers slide along the tip. My hips jerked and I shuddered under her touch, unable to control this new piece of me.
âYouâll get used to it in time.â She said, reading my mind. âYour thoughts are so loud, Iâm sorry.â
âIâm glad youâre listening to my thoughts because Iâm not sure words are going to work for me in a few minutes.â
She smiled up at me and gave me a peck on the lips before sliding down my body, bringing her face to my brand new cock and pressing a kiss to the tip.
âHoly shit, Iâm already gonna bust.â
âDonât.â She giggled. âI want you to do it inside me.â
âI promise nothing.â
She took it into her mouth and I let out a low, needy groan, threading my fingers through her tousled locks and pushing her head down onto me. She was so wet and hot and I needed more.
She took as much of it as she could in her mouth before she started to gag, pulling off of it and trying again. I could feel my entire body tightening and the coil in my belly was just about to break. Is this what virgin boys felt like?
Hearing my thoughts once again, she pulled off of me, straddling my hips and nestling my cock between her soaking wet folds. She grinded herself against me and I cried out pathetically, needing to be inside her already. I grabbed her hips and she took my hands in hers, holding them up above my head.
âStay.â She whispered, her magic slipping from her fingertips to wrap around my wrists, holding me down.
My mouth fell open as I watched her sliding up and down cock, just barely slipping inside her with every thrust.
âPlease. Please, baby.â
âPlease, what?â She breathed out, her clit rubbing against my length.
âPlease, I need to be inside you. Please.â
She bit her lip, bracing herself as she eased herself down on my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head and I got lost in the pleasure. She bounced up and down on top of me, her hungry cunt squeezing me as she worked on getting us both off.
âWanda - Iâm not - Iâm gonna -â
Her thrusts got faster, stronger, and I literally could not control myself any longer. I fought against her magic, trying to touch her, but she held me down, which only turned me on further, and I came inside her, the amount of cum that spurt out of my dick immeasurable. She moaned loudly as I filled her up and I watched as it spilled out of her. She continued to fuck my cum back into her.
âOh fuck, Y/N, Iâm gonna cum.â
I watched as she threw her head back and came, her pussy milking my cock and causing my legs to shake. It was too much. I rutted up against her, my hips jerking as she continued to milk me for all that I was worth. I could hear the couple on the t.v. moaning, fucking, and I watched Wanda riding the last of her high out on my dick, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest.
âThis movie gave me an idea.â She said softly, her breathing ragged. âI wanna try doggy with the enchanted strap.â
I looked up at her from under hooded eyes, practically spent from just one fuck.
âSâtoo much.â I mumbled and she smiled.
âIs my pussy that good?â She teased and I nodded.
âBest thing Iâve ever felt in my life.â
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Mommyâs Milk
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Wanda tricks you into sucking on her boobs and you get a shocking surprise
Warnings: this contains mommy kink, lactation, praise, being tricked into sucking Wandaâs boobs, oral fixation, Wanda cumming from having her boobs messed with, subspace
âBoo!â says a loud voice behind you. You jump, your elbow coming into contact with the chest of the person behind you.
Wanda elicits a low moan, the feeling of you touching her sensitive boobs and nipples is a pleasurable feeling. But she disguises the moan into a groan, trying to convince you that you had hurt her. Your elbow hadnât really hurt her, but she canât let you know that yet.
âOh my god Iâm so sorry Wanda I didnât mean to.â Your face pinches together in worry, hoping you didnât injury her.
âItâs okay honey,â she reassured you.
âAre you sure? It doesnât hurt or anything?â
âWell itâs a little sore,â she admits, rubbing the spot that you had accidentally hit.
âIs there anything I can do to help?â you say, wanting to help ease her pain.
Wanda thinks over your offer and then says, âsure there is honey, come here.â She grabs your hand and leads you to her room. She lays down and pulls you down with her. She pushes your head down so itâs laying on her chest.
âIâm confused how is this supposed to help?â You try to move your head up to look at Wanda but she holds you firmly in place.
âYouâll see baby,â she says. âNow lift my shirt up.â You do as she says and lift her shirt up and youâre greeted by the sight of her naked boobs. Her nipples are firm and erect, a sign that sheâs excited about whatâs to come. Itâs a sight that given other circumstances you would find delectable. However right now youâre confused about what youâre supposed to do and how this will help Wanda.
âOpen your mouth.â Wandaâs command answers your unasked question, you know now what Wanda wants you to do. You open your mouth and she pushes your head down.
âSuck my nipples baby,â she says. Her hand tangles in your hair as you pull her nipple into your mouth, giving her no resistance. You start sucking, latching onto her nipple, but then you feel a warm liquid shoot into your mouth. You go to pull off of her but she stops you.
âNo baby keep sucking mommyâs nipples. Itâs really helping the pain baby. You wanna keep helping mommy donât you?â
âBut mommy,â you try to say but it comes out all muffled.
âI know baby. You werenât expecting mommy to have milk huh?â
You nod your head, her nipple still in your mouth, her milk still filling you up. You keep sucking, the feeling of such an intimate act makes you feel fuzzy and submissive. Itâs the exact headspace that Wanda wants you in.
âYou like this donât you baby? You like drinking mommyâs milk?â
Instead of an answer you just moan around her, which Wanda accepts as an answer.
âGood girl,â she says. âYouâre making me feel so good, Now move to the other nipple baby.â You do as she says, switching to her right boob. A rush of milk makes itâs way into your mouth, which you happily drink down.
âYouâre doing so good baby. Being such a good girl for me.â Wanda pets your hair as she says this, pulling you further and further down into a fuzzy headspace.
âIt feels so good baby,â Wanda says, her breathing coming more erratic and labored.
Noticing how you messing with her nipples is affecting her, you move your right hand up to her left nipple, squeezing and groping it lightly.
âFuckâŚyouâre doing so good baby. Being such a good girl,â Wanda moans out. The feeling of you sucking and groping her is pushing Wanda to the edge without you even having to touch her pussy.
âRight there baby. Keep sucking on mommy just like that.â You continue doing what youâre doing, her milk still filling your mouth which you greedily suck down. The only thing you can think about is drinking your mommyâs milk and making your mommy feel good.
âIâm gonna cum sweetheart,â is all the warning you have. Wanda starts shaking on the bed, a strong orgasm overcoming her.
Once she had come down she pulls you off of her nipple. You whine, not wanting to let go off her just yet.
âItâs okay baby. Itâs okay,â she whispers to you. She gently kisses the top of your head while you nuzzle into her neck, just wanting to be close to her. Wandaâs arms wrap around your torso, your still clothed body being pressed against Wandaâs naked chest. Your core makes contact with Wandaâs thigh, but you donât care about how good it feels. You only want to be close to your mommy. You seem content until you let out a whine, getting Wandaâs attention. You just Wandaâs nipple in your mouth, but youâre not coherent enough to say that.
âWhat is it baby? What do you need?â
Youâre too far gone to answer, the only thing that is coming out of your mouth is whines.
âItâs okay mommyâs got you,â she says. You try to move your head down, wanting to suck on Wandaâs nipples again when she stops you.
âMommyâs too sensitive right now baby. You want mommyâs fingers instead?â She offers you two of her fingers which you happily suck on. You tuck your head back into Wandaâs neck, her fingers still in your mouth. Wanda whispers soft praises to you while one of her hands gently rubs your back and the other is stuck in your mouth. You gently suck on her fingers and rub your tongue along their length. The motion is soothing for you, satiating your need for something to suck on.
âYouâre being so good for mommy baby,â she says. âSuch a good girl.â
A warm feeling starts in your chest and flows throughout your body, the praise making you feel good. Wanda keeps praising you and you start to feel content like this, with Wandaâs fingers in your mouth and her other hand rubbing soothing motions on your back.
Soon the content turns into a sleepy feeling, youâre so relaxing being in Wandaâs arms and having your mouth full, you eventually drift off into a peacefully sleep. The only things on your mind are Wanda and how good sucking on her fingers feels.
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LOUD. Wanda maximoff x fem reader
SUMMARY: Your need for Wanda suddenly gets stronger, and she finally decides to do something about it.
WARNINGS: Smut 18+! MDNI, Top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader, Thigh riding (R), Strap-on (R), Praise kink, Strap-on referred to as âcockâ.
a/n- This was originally gonna be longer but i lost interest lmao. Not proofread!
You needed Wanda. it was sudden and intense. It wasn't the first time you'd thought of the witch in... not-so-PG ways. But this was different, it wasn't like when you couldn't sleep, and thoughts of Wanda creeped into your mind. This was need, and it was strong. And you also just so happen to be walking down the street after doing a bit of grocery shopping.
The feeling had hit you like a bus, creeping all over you, leaving goosebumps in its tracks, before settling between your legs. You rushed back, desperate to get rid of it. But, to your luck, the exact woman you were just thinking about was standing in the kitchen of the compound, you cursed under your breath. She turned to greet you, but stopped when she noticed your flushed cheeks and hurried movements.
"Are you okay?" She asked, and you nodded quickly, your eyes not meeting hers. You put things away, trying your hardest to be casual, but your mind was wandering. You felt her eyes on you, burning into your skull, and it wasn't making any of this easier. You put the bag you were carrying the groceries in away and sent a tight-lipped smile in Wanda's direction, before leaving the cramped space; it was an open kitchen, looking over the living space with floor to ceiling windows, but it felt cramped when it was only you and Wanda in there. You rushed up to your room, closing the door behind you and taking a second to breathe.
You stared at your bed, contemplating. It was the middle of day, you couldn't just... get off, someone might call you in for a mission or a meeting, you might be needed, someone might walk in; you reached behind you and locked your door.
A soft thump sounded the otherwise quiet room as your head fell back against the door, the aching between your legs hadn't stopped, in fact it'd somehow gotten stronger. You didn't know what to do, but luckily a knock on the door decided your fate, you were going to be asked to join a meeting, and by the time it was over you would feel okay againâ
Wanda was standing on the other side of the door, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Hey." She said casually, peeking behind you into your room. "Mind if i come in?" You nodded instinctively, but internally cursed yourself, her being in here would only worsen things. You stepped aside as you tried your hardest to get words out of you. She stepped in and the door was closed, the room suddenly felt cramped. You stared at her back, you should move, do something.
"Your thoughts are loud." Shit. "What?" Finally, words! You couldn't see her face, her back still turned to you, but you could hear the smirk in her voice as she spoke. "I said; your thoughts are loud." She turned around, your heart skipped a beat. Maybe, if it skipped a few more beats, you would die and you wouldn't have to be in this situation anymore. That's what you hoped would happen atleast. She stepped closer, your heartbeat got louder.
Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck- "Calm down." Her voice was quiet as her hand came in contact with your jaw, holding it in place. "Please stop reading my mind." You pleaded, you didn't like it, not one bit. Your thoughts were yours and yours only, you didn't want her poking about in there. "Please." Her grip on your jaw loosened, and her eyes had softened; she had stopped, thank god.
She stared at you for a second, seemingly deciding her next words. "How about i help you out?" She said quietly, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of.. well, anything. It was hard for her to know what you were feeling when she wasn't in your mind with you. You let yourself nod weakly because frankly, you needed her too much to protest. And even if you didn't, you still wouldn't. You'd been pinning after the witch for months now, caught up in everything her. "I'm gonna need words of confirmation, pretty girl." She whispered, but her tone had changed, it almost matched the amount of need you were feeling in your body, almost.
"Yes, please Wanda." Your voice was weak, pathetic and Wanda relished in it, she had known how you felt for awhile now, since you never made much effort to quiet your mind around her, but hearing it from you made it so much... better.
Her hands found your waist, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, pounding. "Yeah? You need me to help you out?" She purred in a whisper, this definitely wasn't helping your building arousal. You nodded, your eyes darkening. She spun you around so quickly you were pretty sure you got whiplash, but that was the least of your worries right now, because the witch you so desperately needed was leading you towards your bed. She sat herself down, and pulled your tense figure into her lap, straddling her.
"Mh, you're so tense." She hummed, her hands running up and down your thighs. "I'll make you feel better, darling." lord. Her eyes moved from your lips back up to your eyes. "Would you like that?" You'd never seen her so confident before, most likely because she knew she was in control, she knew you wanted this. But that didn't stop it from being insanely attractive. "Yeah." You breathed out, surprised you even managed to talk. She smirked, her face inching closer to yours. You mentally cursed yourself for being so out of it, god she had such a hold on you.
You finally gained an ounce of consciousness and surged the rest of the way till her soft lips were on yours. Your body relaxed into hers and you're pretty sure you let out a moan, because in a matter of seconds she was gripping your hips and pulling you in impossibly closer, her warm body flush against yours. You weren't sure if it was your heartbeat you were feeling, or hers. "Wanda." You whined as your hips unintentionally rutted forward on her thigh, she pulled back, smirking at you. "So needy." She said, her bottom lip lodged between her teeth. Her hands stayed firmly on your hips as she slowly started guiding you to grind down on her thigh, making you gasp. Even with the layers of fabric between you and her thigh, you still felt it.
Her lips trailed across your jaw till they landed on your neck, pressing firm kisses to the length of it as soft whimpers tumbled out your lips. You felt her suck at the soft skin of your neck, forcing a moan out of you. "No marks." You warned breathlessly, but she made no effort to stop. "Wanda." She groaned, stopping. She'd already made a mark, but you didn't really care if you were honest. Your hips moved faster, with her help. But were immediately halted the second you felt something poking at your clothed cunt. She held back a chuckle as she watched your face turn in confusion, a wide smirk playing at her lips.
"I came prepared." She hummed, clearly happy with herself. You raised an eyebrow, panting slightly. Your breath hitched when her hands wrapped around your upper arms, pulling you flush against her yet again. "If you like riding my thigh so much.." She started in a whisper, her warm breath fanning over your ear. "How about you ride me?" You whimpered at her words alone, a shiver coursing the entire length of your body. "Mhm." Was all you could physically get out, a pathetic hum.
It was funny, really. Every time you thought of the witch, you were in control of the situation. But here you were, rendered useless under her gaze. "Yeah, would you like that?" She said under her breath, the heat of the situation clearly getting to her aswell. You nodded pathetically. "Please, Wanda. Let me ride you." You whined, your hands on her shoulders. Her cheeks dusted a light shade of pink as her eyes darkened, immediately pulling you in for a firm yet passionate kiss, pawing at your shirt as you gasped quietly into her mouth. You helped her pull the thin fabric over your head, blushing as you felt exposed.
It didn't take long for your bra to disappear too, disregarded onto the floor with your shirt. A stuttered moan mixed with your heavy breaths as Wanda latched her lips to your nipple, her teeth tugging at it. Your fingers tangled in her soft hair, holding her in place as your back arched, pushing your chest into her. A satisfied groan vibrated against your body, and a unsatisfied whimper left it when Wanda pulled back, a dazed expression on her face as she grinned smugly up at you. "Please." You said huskily, you needed her inside you now. She gently pushed you off her lap, leaving you to stand up on your wobbly legs. She snickered as she watched you trip over your own feet as you tried to keep your balance, before standing up completely straight, blushing.
"I've barely touched you, baby." She teased, her hands finding your bare waist. You avoided eye contact, panting gently. Her fingered trailed down your waist, till they were at the button of your jeans. You watched with heavy eyes as she undid it, sliding the denim down your legs. You felt it was unfair you were almost completely naked, while she was fully dressed. You pouted, grabbing the collar of her shirt and pulling her into you, before stripping the fabric off her body with her help. You ogled at her covered chest until she forced you to look back up at her. Her lips found yours again, and she was stepping out of her jeans. You whimpered as your eyes came in contact with the strap on firmly harnessed to her hips, she smirked smugly.
You pushed her back on to the bed, and she moved up it till her head was on the pillows. She watched as you stripped of the last piece of clothing covering you, a low groan emitted for her lips. You crawled ontop of her, settling on her thighs, right in front of the strap. You stared at it for a second, before moving your eyes back up to hers. "Come on, baby. Aren't you going to be a good girl and ride me, like i know you want to." She husked as her hands found your hips, using it to her advantage to guide you up till you were hovering above the silicone. You whined, the tips of your fingers pressing into her stomach as you tried to steady yourself. It didn't take long before you were sinking down onto it, a loud whimper of her name following the action.
You had never felt so exposed, completely on display, but you were too focused on the witches strap buried deep inside you to care. "Fuck." The breathless curse made you look up at her, her attention was focused solely on your cunt. "You look so pretty on my cock, baby. Such a pretty slut for me." You whined at her words, your hips grinding down on the toy. Your hands landed on her shoulders as your hips moved back and forth, your head hanging between your arms as you breathed heavily. She grunted as your nails dug into the soft skin of her shoulders, and her hands on your hips made you move faster.
"Fuck, Wanda." You whined as your clit rubbed against her lower stomach, adding to the stimulation the toy was already giving you.
"Such a slut for me, hm?" She growled under her breath, her hand wrapping around your throat made your head move back up, looking her dead in the eye as you whimpered weakly. "Mhm, all yoursâ Fuck!â all yours." She hummed happily at your answer. Your grinding got faster until you decided it wasn't enough for you. You lifted yourself up till the halfway point of the strap, before falling back down. Wanda groaned.
"Keep doing that, baby. Fuck, you take my cock so well, such a good girl." She husked, making you whine. You did as you were told, your skin hitting hers everytime you slammed back down. "Wanda, Please." You moaned, scratching at her shoulders. She got impatient, seeing you ontop of her like this was making her head feel fuzzy. Her fingers dug into her waist as she started thrusting up into you, copying the movements of your hips. "Fuck!" You moaned loudly, your head falling back as your eyes screwed shut. Your moans started coming out in 'ah, ah, ah.' as she pounded up into you, desperate to make you cum.
"Wandaâ please, i'm close." You whined, your eyes focused on her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth open in deep breaths as she stared at the way your cunt was swallowing the strap as she pushed her hips up. "Yeah?" She breathed, not eyes not moving. "Is my slut gonna cum for me, hm? All over my cock?" She said shakily, her own arousal dripping down her thighs. "Mhm, please."
You moans became high pitched and breathy as she focused solely on making you cum. "Beg for it, like the good girl you are." Her eyes finally moved up to your face, and she swore she could've came just from the sight of your pleasured expression. "Please, Wanda. Please let me cum, i'll be goodâ i'll be your good slut, please i need it." You got out between moans, her hips somehow moving faster. Just as you thought it couldn't get any better, one of her hands loosened its strong grip on your waist and started rubbing circles around your clit. "Cum for me, baby." And you did, and it was intense. Your moans were loud and broken, and your eyes had rolled back so far she could barely see them anymore.
She helped you ride out your high with the thrusts of her hips before stopping completely, setting you back down on her strap. She sat up, wrapping her arms around you as you collapsed into her body. "Fuck." You panted out, your head on her shoulder. You whined in sensitivity as you shifted slightly, feeling the toy that was still buried inside of you move. "You did so good for me baby, so good." You nodded weakly, your eyes closed as you panted against her shoulder. "I wanna-" You started, out of breath. "I wanna make you feel good."
You whined, lifting your head back up when you finally got your breath back. One of her eyebrows quirked up, a smirk spreading across her lips. "Yeah? You wanna be a good girl and return the favour?" She hummed, so desperate to have you between her legs. You nodded, your eyes heavy. You put your hands on either side of her face and pressed your lips to hers, whining as her tongue slipped past your lips. She helped you off the toy, and you led back on the bed, your breath coming out in heavy pants. You turned to her when you heard her hum happily. "Your mind is a lot quieter." She said, her voice cocky. "Wanda!" You whined, playfully hitting her shoulder. She rolled her eyes with a grin.
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ouija board. (kinktober)
pairing: demon!wandanat x fem!reader
summary: after playing with an ouija board and forgetting to say goodbye, you let two horny demons into the world of living.
content: noncon, slight daddy kink, pussy eating, fingering, summoning demons with an ouija board, possibility scary descriptions of the demons ??, dom!wandanat, sub!reader implying kidnapping.
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You laughed as Kate, with a big grin, revealed the hidden Oujia board and candles from her backpack. You sat across from each other and she placed the board and candles in the middle.
"You cannot be serious, Kate." You said with a laugh.
"I was promised by the guy that we can actually summon things!" She explained for what felt like the millionth time.
You sighed, "Fine."
The candles were lit around the board and you both had your fingers on the pointer. You didn't believe in supernatural things, but Kate was obsessed with them. Ouija boards were a joke.
"Okay, ask now."
You wanted to argue that this wasn't real, but Kate looked so excited and you couldn't ruin that.
"How many spirits are here?"
There was nothing for a few moments, then, the pointer moved to the numbers.
2.
"Kate, you so just moved that."
"I swear I didn't!" She whined, "Ask again."
You rolled your eyes, not believing her.
"Who is here?"
It moved again.
D. A. D. D. Y.
"Daddy?" You laughed, "This spirit is a freak."
Kate urged you to continue asking.
"Where are you?"
B. E. H. I. N. D. Y. O. U.
You felt a chill run down your spine and glanced over your shoulder, seeing nothing. You cleared your throat and prepared to ask another question but Kate's phone rang.
"Shit. It's my mom, she knows I snuck out." Kate declined the call and stood, "I'll see you next weekend?"
You nodded, "Yeah, see you then."
At 3AM, you woke to the sound of your phone pinging with notifications.
katie <3: fuck. y/n did you say goodbye to the ouija board?
you: no?
katie <3: fuck fuck. dude, ur meant to say goodbye so you can close the door and stop spirits from entering the world of living.
you: sure kate. goodnight.
You switched your phone off and rolled over, wanting to get some sleep. In the corner of your eye, you noticed something in the corner of your room. It looked to be some type of human figure but deformed in a way you couldn't describe. Your window and door were closed, yet you felt a gush of cold air flow over you and shivered.
Your heart began to pound and your skin crawled with discomfort.
Another figure appeared in the corner of your room.
Kate is playing a stupid prank on me.
You sat up and reached for your light switch but your wrist was grabbed and long, cold fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly.
Your eyes widened and a whimper left your throat.
Minus the large horns, razor-sharp teeth, skin that appeared to be shattered, freezing cold skin, and dark black blood oozing from the body; it looked human.
"What the fuck are you?" You screamed.
The creature attempted to smile. It looked unnatural and made you feel sick to the stomach.
"Shouldn't have left the door open. You let daddy right in" It, no she, spat.
Your eyes widened. Kate wasn't joking about the Ouija board and leaving the door open. You had let two spirits into your home.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"God, do mortals ever shut up?" Another female voice spoke with a thicker accent.
The hands around your throat were removed, and the new spirit caressed your face with the back of her hand. She looked similar to the other spirit.
"What are you?" You questioned, voice shaking.
"Demons, sweetheart." She swiftly replied "Hurry up, Natasha. I don't want to be here much longer."
Natasha, the first demon, ripped your blanket off your body. You cried out as she did the same to your clothes. You tried to crawl away from Natasha but she grabbed onto your hips and pinned you down.
"Go on, Wanda." Her tone was teasing "I know you want and miss it."
Wanda barred her teeth at Natasha, making your heart drop. It was a terrifying sight.
You tried to fight Natasha's hold, but she easily overpowered you and manhandled you until you were lying on your back and bare. She wrapped her arms around your thighs to keep them open and settled between them.
"Fuck you." Wanda hissed, sending Natasha a glare.
Natasha snarled and dug her fingernails into your thigh, making you whimper. You didn't understand their feud, but it seemed somewhat playful.
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as she squeezed your cheeks, forcing your tongue out and sat on your face. She rocked her hips back and forth, sighing in contentment as the pleasure spread across her body.
"That's it, baby," Natasha muttered, watching Wanda intently.
It was strange, but you didn't want to fight back. Your clit was throbbing and your skin felt hot. Your brain felt hazy and you struggled to form a thought that wasn't about pleasure.
You wrapped your arms around Wanda's thighs and pulled her closer. You alternated between lapping at her dripping cunt and sucking her clit.
Natasha slipped two fingers inside of you and kitten-licked at your clit. Her fingers felt like they were made for your pussy. Your walls clenched around her and you mewed loudly.
Wanda groaned and panted above you. Her slick was dripping down your chin to your neck. The taste of her was addictive.
"I'm gonna cum." Your words were muffled by Wanda, but the demons heard you. "Please, can I cum?"
"Oh, this one has manners, Natty." Wanda laughed above you. Her laughter was strained and whiney.
"Hold it." Natasha snapped.
You whined loudly, wanting to fight Natasha on her decision, but you felt like that would do more harm than good.
Wanda grabbed at your hair and pulled you further into her cunt. Her hips stopped grinding against your face and you moaned as spurts of liquid hit your face.
Your orgasm quickly followed.
You found yourself in Wanda's arms when you came down from your high. She caressed your face with the back of her hand with that sick, inhumane smile.
"I think we're gonna keep you."
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