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déjà vu | w. maximoff

summary: as you slowly reconnect with Wanda, you feel a familiar feeling of déjà vu.

warnings: heavy make out, smut, strap-on sex (Wanda receiving) mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, canon typical violence, angst.

pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 10k

A/N: this chapter sure was long awaited (i know it was you horny gays) but before the hot sapphic sex everyone wanted (emo wanda my beloved), this chapter deals with a character study of both r and wanda, to understand a little more about who they are rn as people

((by the way, I'll be taglisting the chapters from now on, so if you want to participate, just say something in the comments

enjoy!

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A carton of almond milk, a jar of peanut butter, a dozen eggs, a stick of butter, a can of peas, a bag of soft multigrain bread and a sizable bottle of wine are the components of the plastic basket that Wanda carries slung over her right arm.

She doesn't know that she forgot to get a can of corn too.

But the basket is kind of weighty and she might as well use her magic to levitate the items around her own silhouette, but she prefers that way, holding them down herself with her own arm strength.

Sometimes it's good to keep the sense of normality active. Even if normality just means carrying a basket full of groceries around the supermarket.

She then looks at the face of the brown watch buttoned at the base of her left wrist and checks the time, blinking her greenish eyes after squeezing a long, full yawn in the back of her throat.

A gray-haired old lady (Mrs. Sharon Davis, an elderly widow, all wrapped in her pale blue cardigan) in front of her appears to be in a conflict with herself to find some of the change interred in the lowest of her silver wallet.

And Wanda scrutinizes the establishment around herself, between the shelves stocked with groceries and the glossy linoleum floor; the weary gaze wavering absorbedly over her own white-fabric sneakers and contingently fixing on a dark, even smear on the floor between them.

Old Mrs. Davis still hasn't spotted her desired coins, and she's been digging into her wallet for the silver pennies for a good few minutes now.

Wanda listens over her shoulder as someone pulls into a shopping cart right behind herself and lets out an audible groan, evidentially annoyed at the delay of the old lady with her change, but Wanda doesn't see the point in bothering to torment herself.

It's not yet six o'clock and she'll be peaceably walking home, for Westview is a small, undisturbed, reticent suburban town where everything is so close and easy to find. And she knows that, with her house being just a few blocks away from the locality of the modest market, she won't be long in coming to prepare dinner for her and her boys (whom she has left securely at the house, both doing their math homework).

She smiles tenderly to herself when she thinks about Billy and Tommy.

After all, she knows she's never loved anyone as passionately as she loves those two little boys (the grace of her life, the reason for her morning smile and for the blaze of keenness pulsing within the fond fortifications of her warmish heart).

For her they are everything, and that is why she would do anything for them – they are the epithet of the purest form of love that Y/N had ever gifted her with; the culmination of their love converted into two vulnerable little creatures that are made up of the best of the two of them.

She just knows, like a good mother who understands both her children so well, that at that moment, the twin boys are probably watching some silly cartoon on the television set beside the broad fireplace found in the corner of the commodious living room.

And she is placid in a supermarket line, getting a whiff of the eccentric consequence of the odd combination of the full-bodied aromas of cleaning product and some sturdy feminine perfume – an even slightly nauseating aroma, kind of overpowering and suffocating.

(In some aisle away from her, a child is heatedly asking his mother to buy him some treats)

Wanda then ponders about making something a little special for dinner, and recalls about the delicious kugel recipethat her mother used to prepare in the length of her childhood days, back in devastated Sokovia, so many years in the remote past that encompasses the beginning of the disasters that marked her life.

The memory that gushes over her is sentimental and bittersweetly recurring to her core; she deliberates about the sporadic months of starveling and a small humble family of four, when her father was lucky with his sales and there was a sufficient amount of money left to buy the soldiers' leftover ingredients.

But then, she retrieves back to the years of her late youth, all lived in the restful caresses of the compound in upper Manhattan. She was still understanding about how to breathe without having Pietro to hold her hand. She was learning to live on her own.

She was coming to terms with the truth that living didn't inevitably have to be a bad experience at all; not when Y/N showed her that there could still be delight in the little things in life.

And it was Y/N who used to marvelously praise the dish when Wanda found comfort in the act of cooking, and she always repeat a few slices every time Wanda cooked it so long ago, when they were just two teenage lovers (and eventually also young wives, both living in a small bubble of love and companionship on the edge of a comfortable wooden cottage surrounded by dozen of yards of apple orchards).

There was the sweet virtuousness of the warmth of two young girls' lives at that time. It was the first time that Wanda was really fond of being young (of breathing and having a beating heart, of having a life to live valuing every little detail of it).

She memorizes the exultant smile of her ex-wife, looking so light and beautiful even while talking with her mouth full (a half-crocken smirk drawn to her left-side, like the smirk also articulated in the innocuous characteristics of her little Tommy after he was born, which reminds her so much of the radiance that used to gleam in the sweet features of her former companion).

Her ex-wife wasn't always a lonesome and distant creature creeping in the corners of her mind, and it genuinely aches inside her chest to remember that.

Y/N always devoured lavishly every traditional Sokovian dish she has ever prepared and promptly asked for more – and then thanked her with a chaste kiss placed on the pulp of her lips, which promptly evolved into the building of an intimate, sweaty moment with two bodies rubbing greedily against each other.

But she soon lets out a crestfallen, rather disillusioned sigh, repressing herself for having gone back to those secluded memories amorously stored in the edge of her brain in the first place (of the concept of two adolescent girlfriends absorbed in love in the purest sense of the word, emulating the seriousness of a relationship with adult bearing, but never losing, at its core, the youthful sweetness worthy of teenage lovers). Two girls playing love in a world that was a little too hard on them.

She glares ruefully at the bulbous base of the red wine bottle and then lets out a sorrowful exhalation.

Her relationship with Y/N felt like it was straight out of the old sitcoms that she always appreciated so much, where no problem was a genuine obstacle and that, by the end of the day, the two lovers would be in each other's affectionately secure arms again (and that perhaps she let have an effect on her a little too much, when dealing about decisions made early on in her adult life).

But then she reminisces that she was merely turning eighteen years old when she became a wanted on an international scale, and that, prior to that, she had also grown up in a war-torn country.

She never knew how to behave like a normal person per se – whether that was before or after she became able to expel bolts of magical energy from her fingertips. She never quite knew how to fit into the role of a child or a young adult in the first place. Not by herself.

There was no time in Wanda’s life to understand precisely how to fit these labels (she was protesting with so much loathe constricted within her heart, volunteering to save her homeland, being made of little more than a lab rat by the clutches of a bunch of mad men, being used by the being that promised her greatness, but only ended up costing her the life of her darling brother).

In the cramped confines of a bleak, sullied cell, with only a modest television in the corner to entertain her mind away from the needles and the brutality, there were not many allusions of love and passions that elapsed through her life outside a square screen.

Wanda was aware that she just mimicked other people's movements and transcribed them into her own actions, as if it was all just a show and she was its young star, trying to intomb in her core the path of catastrophe and violence that had always shadowed her closely; it was only the years of strict therapy, self-knowledge and self-care, right after being blipped and coming back, that edified her to be her own person in a truly healthy way. There would be no more extremes in her life.

Her cohabitation with Y/N at the time facilitated, of course – even though her wife had changed a lot in the time that followed since the blip, at first, things had worked out well between them. Or as well as possible under the anomalous circumstances.

The two of them took care of the (still) newborn twins and of each other, always with great tenderness and affection while they did it. At least that's how it worked for the first year after their reunion – until Y/N got into alcohol's graces for good, that is.

Their relationship had always felt rather light and jovial before Thanos snapped his fingers. And after that she might even have come back, but it was indeed her marriage that had turned to dust in that remote dreary day in Wakanda. In all honestly, she's not quite sure what's changed in that meantime that she's been away (dead, she was dead). And it's uneasy to ponder about it, but sometimes she does – she can’t help it.

Her corporeal existence had disintegrated into a sift of life, crumbling into her own ashes. There was color, and then the dreadfully wide expanse of emptiness (death); she, as a self-aware being, ceased to exist with just a thought and a snap of two fingers.

Her consciousness faded before she could even realize she was doing it – the palms of both her hands constrained firmly against the wound in YN's stomach that was leaking bundles of fresh blood. And Wanda never relatively questioned her existence before that (she only questioned why she ceased to exist in the first place). Returning to dust, as people of faith would say.

Five long years that slipped through her fingers and dripped onto the floor in the form of a veil of dust.

It still feels odd in her guts, even ten years later, to remember that there's a void somewhere in her life that would be filled with the time that was thieved from her by the Infinity Gauntlet. A void that had once been filled by the subtle presence of Y/N's love.

(Once, when the twins were about a year old after the blip, Y/N drunkenly knelt down with her face defectively reclining on Wanda’s thighs and questioned her as to why Wanda and the babies where the ones erased from existence while she stayed behind, abandoned like an old piece of furniture that no one wants to use anymore. Wanda never knew how to answer it, but they got divorced about a month later)

But she imagines that it, the crumbliness of their relationship, has something to do with the fact that they were both a little precocious in getting married before their twenties properly speaking; maybe if they were older and more experienced before doing it, she thinks, standing in line at the supermarket, maybe then they wouldn't have had the sorrowful culmination that they did (the crying faces and the broken hearts).

Maybe they could have risen together, and not just drifted further and further away as the days passed.

Maybe Y/N didn't feel guilt-ridden every time the twins cried in need to be held or fed. Maybe Wanda wouldn't have queried her for the love she no longer knew how to give – she is fully aware of the fact that she has always had a somewhat pushy nature, after all.

Maybe this, maybe that.

She doesn't know why she's been thinking about maybe so much these past few days. But it's not her fault that her ex-wife happens to be so pleasing to the eye.

The person behind her in line grumbles again, and there is a mischievous chuckle that reaches her ears with airs of grace. Wanda is sincerely considering summoning some coins with her magic for Mrs. Davis.

“Oh my God, this wine is divine!”

It is Sarah Proctor who addresses Wanda, the key to undeniably everything in this town. Wanda knows it's the other woman because a sudden pulsing urge to fade away takes over her nervous system as soon as the voice echoes behind herself.

She is the high-nose blonde woman who lives up the street, is a devoted member of the Westview Elementary School parent-teacher association (in the year before Wanda had witnessed her make a young teacher leave the room in tears after a meeting), proudly cultivates the most exquisite yellow roses in the neighborhood and wears a pair of classy yoga pants that would fit a young teenager with half of her age. A self-proclaimed wine mom.

Her daughter is a classmate of Billy and Tommy, and the children often attend both the Proctor and Maximoff residences – which occasioned in Sarah a vague idea of intimacy that only endures in the head of the blonde woman with bobbed hair.

She has already invited Wanda several times to Westview Pool Club girls' gatherings, but Wanda politely declined with an odd smile and a trivial wave of her hand, because she's never been the socially outgoing kind of type—and she's always been under the impression that every attempt Sarah made from approaching her were due to the fact that the other woman knew of her past as an Avenger (as did most of the small-town citizens), and so was trying to turn her into a kind of living-tourist-spot for the eyes of the rest of the world to witness.

(Rumors had it that Sarah would run for mayor in the upcoming election, and having a former Avenger as the face of her campaign certainly sells well with the predilections of the American public. Little does she know that Wanda won't vote for her)

“Oh yes, it's one of my favorites” Wanda retorts, talking about the dark tall bottle of red wine prudently deposited inside her plastic basket “It's been a while since I've had a drink, so I decided to buy a bottle to open this weekend”

“Some special occasion, I suppose?” Sarah articulates a suggestive grin, but Wanda just frowns uncertainly, half squinting at her neighbor.

“What- no, no. No” she flashes a half embarrassed, half awkward smile, chuckling nervously while doing so “Y/N is staying with the boys for the weekend, so it's just a special little thing for me. All by myself. A quarantine-style staycation. A whole weekend... just to myself"

“Y/N, huh?” Sarah raises a well-crafted eyebrow in a pique of curiosity “Your ex-wife, right? I remember seeing her at the twins' birthday party. I mean, she's pretty, yes, but she's quite the quiet type, huh...”

“Yeah, she was never one to talk much… but neither am I, honestly"

“A pair made in heaven, indeed” Sarah then flashes a smile, but the taste that slides across Wanda's tongue is bitter and kind of hard to swallow.

She shifts her body weight uncomfortably from one leg to the other.

“But wait, she's also an Avenger, isn’t she? Yeah, she's the one in the black and white outfit! Oh my God! Who wore a jacket over it and had that kinda mean attitude, all punk rock and stuff?”

“Herself” Wanda agrees, pressing her lips together in a long, clumsy line. She just wants to go home and cook her damn kugel.

“Oh my, how did I not notice this before? I remember seeing her in the news once, when I was in college. I also had a taste for delinquents back then, if you know what I mean”

Wanda feels a hot twinge high in her face and she bites the inside of her cheek in a rather timid act (but there's no denying that Y/N's somewhat rebellious attitude has always had a lewd effect on her legs as a young teenager with a schoolgirl’s heart).

“She and Black Widow, I think, saved the life of the mayor in that bombing on the Fourth of July in... 2015, 2016, maybe? Yeah, I remember that! She's the one who's super strong, isn't she? Who held up a scaffold once and saved those kids”

"That's her, yes"

The brunette muss in a limp voice, which seems to draw a slightly indecent laugh from the blonde woman with her shopping cart full of knick-knacks and silver hoops clicking in her earlobes. It is from her that the aroma of sturdy perfume comes.

“Well, I imagine that super strength of hers comes in handy in some… situations”

“Situ-“ but then she blinks just one time “Oh”

Mortification hangs over Wanda like a bucket of paint spilled over her dark-haired head.

She opens and closes her mouth like a golden fish, frowning, and her cheeks don't take long to reach strong shades of scarlet, glowing red like one of the tomatoes inside Sarah's cart.

It's inappropriate, and she knows it, but she can't help but feel a certain tingle in her breasts as lapses of memory enlighten her thoughts with the ghost of touches coursing along her body. Then she thinks of Y/N's warm, measured breath against her earlobe (of strong hands pinning her wrists above her head, of a tense, impassive hip against her own hip, of the cracked headboard and the broken bedframe). A movement and a moan. An electrical discharge in her bowels.

And then, fuck...

Just Y/N tearing her insides apart.

The other woman smiles viciously, and Wanda suddenly wishes she hadn't put on a sweater before leaving the house, because she can actually feel herself starting to perspire at the expectant look her neighbor bestows on her.

She's never been one to deal with such intimacies with anyone other than her ex-wife (merely some casual, unsuccessful and sporadic blind dates that's never been more than a few kisses and a few touches here and there, by no means ending up in her or anyone else's bed).

But she permits herself only to flash a wan grin towards the other woman when she realizes that, in front of her, the old lady has lastly found her damn change.

Fucking finally.

And then, with the memory still boiling hungrily in her innards, like a hungry beast devouring her from the inside out, she takes a large step in the other direction, trying to walk away from Sarah as humanly possible, as if the other woman carries with her a toxic cloud that sickens everything that comes in contact with her.

If Wanda couldn't probably get a nice lawsuit for that (or worst), she'd turn Sarah into a disgusting slimy frog.

“Well, I, I, I need to go, Sarah, but it was really nice meeting you around here. Bye” the enchantress raises her wrist, bidding the blonde woman goodbye with a wave of her hand and a small, introverted (half-awkward) grin.

There is barely time for an answer to be formulated on the part of the housewife. Wanda's cheeks are still red hot as she (virtually) dashes through the small supermarket's automatic double doors like a fugitive on the run. Mrs. Davis drops a coin on the floor on her way out.

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You don't know exactly how long you've been raising and lowering the joint of your bent elbow above your head. It doesn't feel right to do it, just as it doesn't do it if it feels wrong. It's just necessary – it’s like cracking some eggs if you're in the mood for an omelet for breakfast.

You just have the fullest conception that a few good minutes have passed since the beginning of all the activity, and as in the rehearsal of a play, you are repeating the gestures until you overcome them with great proficiency and your culmination comes out perfect, from your liking.

And you don't bother to intend to stop doing it anytime soon – such a guttural, animalistic and barbaric action. At this point, the movement is already instinctive after being recorded in at the core of your memory, an automatic message engraved between the ligaments of your neurons.

You've done it innumerable times before, and you know you'll do it a few more times after this one.

You lift your right arm, lowers your implacable fist constricted like a steel ball, the resonance of smashed cartilage and wrecked bones echoing in your eardrums, all instructed by the figure of a bloodthirsty invisible conductor within the ramparts of your own cranium.

The face of the bewildered guy lying beneath you looks like a loaf of raw, misshapen meat as you repeat a cadence of sequentially delivered punches against his facial bones.

And he, who is at least twice as big as you, lets out a piercing howl of pain from the cavernous depths of his throat, as even a wild bear would do if attacked deep in a forest.

But in that alley on Long Island there is not a soul available to help him to get rid of your uncomplacent fists – not at the end of a passage that is unpopulated, far from prying eyes that could creep in your direction during the action which takes place there, a beacon of environment squeezed between two amorphous walls of scorched bricks, which gives the illusion of a single long, damp, narrow street.

A sphere of blood is clotted on your face, like an eccentric gemstone, a dark red pearl splattered under the arch of your left eyebrow. And you pant heavily, your veins stiffening.

You've never been one to refuse punching a motherfucker in the face – your forte has always been pounding up things, whether on the countless missions conveyed alongside your teammates or at work during your teenage years, taking advantage of your inhuman gifts to have something to eat at the end of the week.

You've never had a dilemma in whacking someone’s ass. Even more so when that said someone had committed a hate crime against a racial minority and got away with the trial, because that's the way it is in New York City.

The recurring metallic scent of fresh blood squirts in a jet of reddish color, thick and gleaming across your rigid, compact knuckles. The gruesome fragrance is no stranger to your sense of smell, and you're not quite sure whether you want it to be or not.

But it is what you are; as an inherent component of your biological chemistry (like the serum gushing through Steve's veins, altering him from inside out, or the magic pulsing within Wanda's core, changing the structure of her brainwaves), you know that hostility is a primeval part of your nature longer than the placid ends of an ordinary, quiet life.

The peaceable domestic life lived alongside Wanda is long gone, and desolation and wrath are your only roommates within the walls of your morbidly valueless apartment.

You've been living like a cornered animal for fifteen years in programmed mode, always exposing your fangs and your claws at any sign of danger, just self-destructing, dying little by little, not craving to exist for one more day after laying your head on the blandishments of your pillow and staring blankly at the ceiling, whirling through your usual drunken state. Just desiring to somehow wreck your imperishable body that can't be cut or torn by human hands or tools.

People much well-intentioned than you are long gone, and you, by some implausible probabilities, were (cursed) fortunate to have endured thorough all the catastrophes that life directed at you.

The car accident as a child. The blip as a mother and as a wife, as a friend.

The damn journey by the mountain of Vormir, in which three of you went in the grip of that appallingly isolated planet, and only two came back with a chest full of oxygen and life pumping through your nervures. The avid combat for proprietorship of all the six Infinity Stones, and the provenance of the final snap that brought back peace to the equilibrium of the universe by eliminating the existence of its greatest known threat at the time.

You just seem to live confined in this unbearable cycle of misfortune, and it's not fair to others that you are the person left to tell the story of those who are gone.

If only you could, you would swap places with the true heroes who gave their lives for the greater good. You would even be honored to do so yourself.

Your chest heaves and deflates severely within the molds of your leather jacket fitted around your shoulders over a short-sleeved plain shirt, your veins bulging with rushing blood, and you rise to your feet, setting up your knees, and step back to inspect the big man who lies defeated to the floor of the alley, amidst a pool of his own blood and filth typical of places like this — your jacket sleeve shimmering with bundles of fresh blood, a coat of gleaming sweat limping glistening on the beam of skin on your forehead, near your hairline.

He is still alive, groaning in a vital position, and is severely battered. And it was never your intention to kill anyone. He probably learned his lesson. Maybe you should break his legs, just in case.

A tremor rolls under your black sneaker feet as a loud motorcycle passes by in the distance. Sirens also pass presently afterwards, coming and going with their blue and red outcome.

But there, squeezed inside the claustrophobic walls of the dim alley, you are far from any possible intervention. You then register a single shake that travels along the outline of your left leg as your cellphone pulses inside the back pocket of your old jeans, shivering against your hip bone.

You take an elongated gulp of air before diving into your flickering pocket and hooking the device through your fuming, blooded finger length. You know your pupils are dilated and dark.

Your gaze is empty and brittle as you scrutinize between the digitally formed words before your motionless eyes.

Frequent bursts of oxygen are a method of neutralizing the pulses of adrenaline throbbing in the artery inside your neck. But the taste that slips between your teeth is acid and sour, and you lock your jawbone at the information that is cognitive to you.

Hey, Y/N. Are you really going to come get the boys tonight? I saw in the weather forecast that it will rain later, so I wanted to check with you just to make sure

(seen)

It’s Wanda

(seen)

By the way

(seen)

Yes, you know it's Wanda (your sweet Wanda, the trace of humanity lingering inside your icy chest), that she texted you. And it doesn't astonish you at all (not anymore), because not many people contact you lately during the sunny period of the day.

You two have been keeping in touch the last few days, after all, you told her that you wanted to be more present in the twins' lives. And it's not an untruth at all, but your sly creaking anxiety makes you feel like it's a kind of uncertainty inside your throbbing stomach walls.

Maybe it's not the right decision, the voice inside your head spoke. Maybe at this point in life they don't need you anymore. Maybe this is a breakthrough, or even the commencement of a calamity worthy of a Greek novel, you're not quite sure yet.

You turn on your heels and spin your back on the battered man, so you can send your reply to your ex-wife's number without looking at the ferocious outcome of your latent tantrum.

yup, your avid thumbs type along the digital keyboard provided on the screen of the small electronic device, i’ll be there in 1 hour or so. hope they like cheeseburgers.

And then you slide your upper teeth along the flesh of your lower lip, somewhat unsure of how to proceed.

try to enjoy your staycation btw. you deserve it

(seen)

You don't know why you sent her that stupid emoji.

It's not like you're a teenager reproducing a failed flirtation attempt with the girl you have a crush on anymore.

But a lapse of realism is present as your vision aims on the blood folds on your stinging fingers folded around the cellphone, and you feel a heavy ball of constricted lamentation taking shape in the back of your throat when your sorrowful eyes scrutinize thorough the lines of your hands and find there only odious signs of a cavernous viciousness (a raw, physical cruelty also reflected within the mirror of your shattered soul).

In the background, the man is still groaning in pain. And you're not sorry you broke him in a beating. No, no. You're just sorry for yourself, because you didn't bat an eye when you did it.

Vaguely the memory of Wanda placing chaste kisses along your hands invades you, and you realize you wouldn't want her to kiss your unseemly fingers right now (because you find her too pure to dwell on the filthiness of your touch).

The skin on your hands abruptly itches and feels dull, and you don't feel like having those plagued fingers around your children’s immaculate faces anymore.

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The twilight of dusk breaks with the trepidation of an ingrained thunder, which rumbles all in a glow of white light that splits along the longitudinal path that comprised the pleasant suburb that is Westview.

So, this is an opaque afternoon resulting from the middle of the rainy day, gray and hazy in its chilly essence, with tenuous threads of a torrential drizzle protecting the foundations of the two-story house on the slopes of the street, making the dewy ivy rustle on its ground, dripping slowly from the eaves of the ceramic tiles.

Standing on the porch of Wanda's house, you ponder that you should have listened to the weather forecast when it was said that during the afternoon there would be a period of rain. Your dark hoodie is really soaked through and your hair, pulled back in a high half ponytail, is damp against the skin of your own forehead. You feel kind of stupid.

Compact, opulent, slate-colored clouds were uneven against the emerald green of the panorama of howling houses, hills and trees, like the leaning of thick smoke from a desolate fire.

A fierce storm, nevertheless, is not anomalous in the face of the oscillating spring climate of the state of New Jersey, which is not a real stranger to the rainy weather of the season. Thus, the nonstop drizzle is not the atypical episode of the day altogether.

The conquering event of such a rank happens when Wanda opens the door and finds you there, standing with your elbows dripping cold droplets water in the light wood entrance, and then pulls you into the cozy embrace of the pleasant climate established within that domestic environment of her own home.

“For God’s sake, Y/N, you're soaking wet!”

She reiterates, surveying you with an apprehensive gaze that runs the length of your head to toe, her slender ringless fingers still pressed worriedly around the outline of your right forearm tucked beneath the humid fabric of your damp blouse – but Wanda doesn't seem to realize as she's still carries with the action, and you kind of don't want her to let go of you anytime soon, so you say nothing about the warm touch tingling on your cold skin.

“Yeah, the rain started when I was halfway there and there was no way for me to avoid it, so I just went with it” you mutter, with a certain lack of interest smoldering in your quiet voice “Sometimes I wish I still had a car...”

“But you didn't bring an umbrella?” Her gaze is accusatory in your direction, the tone of voice sounding dangerously concerned inside your ears.

“Well” you kind of sigh, shrugging your shoulders within your hoodie, without looking her straight in the eye “You see, I, hah… I didn’t think it was actually going to… you know… to rain”

And then you look at her, and the exact facial expression you'd expect to find there makes its way until it slides all over her face. She’s pissed off.

“But I told you it was going to rain!” she then frowns at you, looking a little exasperated while doing it, her beautiful features drenched in an irritated tone of incredulity “Seriously Y/N, you need to listen to what I say more! What if you get sick?”

You flick an eyelid at the grumpy figure of a very upset Wanda standing right in front of you, exhaling aromas of tea and crimson color. It's funny how the pique of nostalgia slips through your bones – there is an air of familiarity when a subtle sense of déjà vu settles into your cognitive system, like the feeling of coming home after a long trip. You feel at home. You feel belonging.

This image is very cherished to your spirit, and you can't help but to articulate a small grin that feels light in your heart in front of your ex-wife, who then aims towards your gaze with a gleam that is an assortment of misunderstanding and irritability flickering in the greenish irises, the color that look like two emerald stones embedded within her eyeballs, curving a single one of her sharp dark eyebrows in an high arching cut.

You feel married to her again for half a fraction of a second – it's like your remote newlywed routine all over again. And the feeling is actually good.

She looks so pretty. It's like you could kiss her lips right there.

“What? What's so funny?”

Wanda questions you in an almost petulant way, and you let out a pleasant chuckle as she tilts her head slightly to the side of her right elbow, her chin pointing toward the tip of your nose – her typical irritating movement as the harbinger of an angry reaction to anything that troubles her spirit.

“You know I'm physically incapable of getting sick, don't you?” you declare, still with a smile carved along the outline of your own lips, and Wanda crosses her forearms close to her chest in an even vaguely embarrassed way in front of you.

She was always a stubborn bratty type anyways.

“It's that super durability mutant thing or some shit like that. At least that's what Banner told me once, and he's a smart guy, so I believe him” you casually shrug, “I haven't had a cold since I was, like, thirteen. Shit, I don't even know if I remember what it's like anymore. You don't have to worry about me, Wanda"

“W-well,” she exasperated in a timidly cute way, even a little childish in essence, pressing her open palms against the sides of her hips well-guarded by a pair of pale mom jeans – the attire so far from the miniskirts and chains and torn clothes she used to wear when she was younger, at the apex of her mean girl phase.

Today isn't the first time you've noticed that her waist got wider as a result of the prudent ripening endowments of late adulthood blossoming into her beautiful body-type. It suits her well. You want to touch her skin through the fabric of those flimsy jeans and the thin white cotton blouse; your fingers itch to do it.

“Just because you don't get sick like other people it doesn’t mean you can walk around in the rain whenever you feel like it. You look like a wet dog right now, you know”

“Alright, alright, I get it” you raise both your hands to shoulder height in a placid gesture of surrender “No more walks in the rain”

“You're impossible, Y/N” she then rolls her green eyes into their sockets, but you just smirk jokily at her reaction.

It only takes a nonchalant magical flutter of Wanda's wrist, with her right five fingers all enveloped in a fading mist of crimson steam, for the well-versed witch to make your garments still swell on your body, expelling from the bristles of fabric, as even in a chemical separation reaction, the water molecules that soaked them in the first place.

It's like a huge hair dryer blowing hot air the entire length of your body and then unexpectedly stopping as if pulled from the socket, making your skin temperature pleasant again like a sunny embrace all around your body.

You find yourself dry in a matter of seconds, from your socks to your underwear, thanks to her remarkable magical gifts.

The tingles consequential from the scarlet mist touching your skin still slither down the length of your body. It is familiar and eccentrically comforting – it's like eating again a candy that you used to eat during the preludes of your childhood; tastes like home and happiness.

“You know what, your powers come in handy sometimes, I’ll give you that” you say in a mocking tone of voice, and she raises a single eyebrow in response.

"I'm still considering throwing you out for dripping water on my carpet, just so you know"

Wanda just casts a weary glance in your direction, but there's a slight lighthearted tone that resides in the green outline of her graceful irises, as if an inside joke has taken hold between you two.

She smiles, and so do you, because you feel comfortable while doing it – a pair of complicit grins from someone whose chest is filled of joy and fullness. The atmosphere that sets in is comfortable, and you feel more relaxed being close to her.

You don't really do it, but it feels like your fingers are entwined with the fingers of her own hand – the specter of touch is written between the two of you, and it's as if your soul can really feel hers at its core, like two magnets that can't stop attracting each other instantaneously. You've always gravitated towards Wanda's overwhelming presence, and things won't be any different now.

“Come on, the boys are watching cartoons in the living room” Wanda says, then turning her back on you so that you follow her lead to the intimates of the house, “You can stay until the rain stops”

You follow after your ex-wife without further circumlocution, the two of you passing through the small and comfy entrance hall as you go after Wanda into the large rectangular living room, your hands always tucked inside the single pocket of your hoodie as you accompany her with phlegmatic steps in your essence.

Your shoulders feel even lighter as she turns to you and casually offers you the sweetest smile you've ever seen in your life.

Torrential rain is still pouring down from the sky outside the house, and the boys Billy and Tommy can be seen wearing warm, comfortable clothes, both the twins snuggled up against the back of the gray linen sofa, their little smart eyes looking smilingly at each other’s faces and not towards the television screen, where some cartoon that seems unfamiliar to you is shown.

They seem to share some secret that only two people with some primal connection as to what unites them would be able to do it, but the sounds of banter irrigated in the air of childish shenanigans reveals the mockery between their giggles.

They are brothers and they are twins, yes, two parts of a whole, born of the same womb that they shared from the beginning of their existence as two living beings, but you were always a little happier to realize the closeness established in the friendship between your children. Billy and Tommy are each other's best friends.

The pair then seem to make themselves aware of the presence of their two mothers as they enter the room, and the smiles of both children scintillate in enthusiasm as the pairs of eyes look up and acknowledge your appearance a little further behind Wanda's still figure, following her very closely, ceasing the small section of chitchats they had between the two of them.

"Mom!"

"Mommy!"

From the sofa the boys joyfully call out to you, beaming in your direction. You can't help but do the same to them.

“Hey, my demons spawn. What are you up to there, huh?”

“We were preparing something! Okay, so, mom,” Billy speaks in response, barely seeming to be able to contain the glee of excitement inside his tiny body.

"Listen to this-!" Tommy complements his brother's phrase, in a tone of enthusiastic anticipation.

"Hey, I want to start it!" but the other twin intervenes promptly, almost indignantly.

Tommy frowns, turning up his freckled little nose towards a rather annoyed Billy, who is sitting next to his left elbow. The little boy briefly tilts his head to the left side towards his brother, and you know you've seen similar action in Wanda's characteristic mannerisms.

“No, I want to start it!”

"I want to start it!"

“But I want to start it!”

“I want to start it!”

“Why don't you both” Wanda then promptly interferes with the small disagreement between the boys, increasing her mother's reproachful tone of voice a little, preventing, at the beginning, that the intrigue takes a somewhat bigger proportions “Start it together?”

“Yeah” you support her in a complacent tone of voice “You two came up with the idea together, so the right thing would be to do it together too. Whatever it is, I mean”

"Okay"

"Okay..."

The two of them mutter almost in almost defeated tune, fidgeting together on the couch. You think that they look cute while they're there, tiny and sitting like two baby rabbits.

"You ready?" Billy questions in a low voice, turning to the brother beside him.

“Yeah” Tommy mussed back, nodding in agreement.

“Okay,” says Billy then, almost proudly, “Three, two, one, go”

And then, you can barely contain a smirk when the boys, in different and discrepant voice tones, begin a silly chant in their thin children's voices. In the corner of your peripheral vision, you notice that Wanda also lets out an amorous smile, melting into a comfortable puddle of kindness, dying in love with her two singing little children sitting across from the two of you.

“We like ice cream like any child should” they hum together, vocalizing playful tones as they proceed through the song's component words, “And if we get some ice cream, we pro-mise to be… good!”

Then they look towards the two of you, displaying expectant smiles written all over their childish faces. And you and Wanda exchange glances, and the smile she offers you is very similar to the one that graces the curve of Billy's lips.

"Nice try, smarty-pants, but you haven't even had dinner yet"

“But mama” Tommy replies in a pleading tone of voice “We really want ice cream!”

“Yes, we want ice cream!” exclaims Billy in agreement "We can't wait!"

“Well, we can have dinner first, then ice cream. What do you guys think?" you offer them, your eyes darting towards Wanda's face "But you need to have dinner first to grow to be strong and healthy, and ice cream is for dessert only. Right, mama?"

Wanda looks in your direction, and then smiles. And you smile back, because the situation is prone to do so. You, for the first time in so long, feel welcomed and hassle-free in the presence of others.

The air inside the house is blissful and warm, so unlike your empty, disdainful apartment forgotten somewhere on the West Side of Midtown Manhattan. Wanda doesn't feel like your ex-wife right now – at least, that's not how she looks at you.

“Right” her eyes flash pale green beams towards you “Let's have dinner first, mommy”

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You wake up in the middle of the night, but maybe you just haven't fallen asleep at all.

The sheets that grace the bottom of your body are soft and comfortable, and the pajama set you wear is not your property. It's late in the course of the long night, and like so many that have passed before this one, you just know you wouldn't be able to rest your relaxation anytime soon.

How could you even do it? Perhaps you stayed longer than you realized detailing the gloomy ceiling of Wanda's guest room, counting in your mind as you scrutinized every passing second so that you still had control over something (time being something), so that you wouldn't go mad at being dismembered alive by each of your own inner demons.

If the beginning of the night was watered in jubilation and a serene comforting coziness on your part, the firstfruits of the dawn soon came to frustrate you in the form of intrusive thoughts quite harmful to your twisted mental health.

The torrential rain didn't stop anytime soon, and after having dinner with Wanda and the boys (in a very warm congregation, you were sitting at the table with your family, eating the same food as them and breathing the same oxygen, always supported by grins of pleasure as you chatted eagerly with each other), and the twins were slow to fall asleep after two generous mugs of chocolate mint ice cream each.

Your ex-wife insisted that you stay for the night after the two of you carried them upstairs and deposited them in their respective tidy beds, showering each of them with chaste kisses to the tops of their childish heads – Wanda's little staycation was long-forgotten by then.

You let out a disturbed sigh, both palms of your hands polishing the length of the dull face of yours.

What the fuck, you think, what the fuck are you doing there? This may even be your family, but this is not your house. It's not your home. Not anymore.

Reverberating through your insides you find the throttling need for a drag of a cigarette eating away at the bottom of your lungs like a harmful parasite sucking the life from its source, and then you get up to do it, because lying down feels like it consumes you from within in a profuse haze of bubbling anxiety that bursts from your stomach to your mouth, making you feel so weak inside.

It has always struck you as a somewhat ironic cynicism on the part of the universe that you, who are possessed of an impenetrable shell on the outside, suffer so much from the brittle fragility of your own interior – hard skin does nothing to protect a broken mind.

The lavender bedclothes had begun to tighten the muscle in your neck after a while, and in the room just down the hall, you assume Wanda sleeps comfortably cuddling in her bed.

When searching inside the single pocket of your hoodie, the well-folded garment on top of a plain desk in the corner of the room, soaked in the darkness of the shadowy environment, the absconse pack of cigarettes from a brand that you are quite familiar with, that keeps you company in the acrimonious moments of solitude, you take a single cylindrical unit towards the spaces open to your drooping mouth and then you find the cold lighter with your fingertips, leaving for the entrance door of the room offered to you by your ex-wife.

After descending the stairs, stepping one step at a time with your bare feet, you are surprised that the door leading to the backyard is already open before you are even there, and the cold night wind has blown inside the house like a curious, invisible animal, installing an icy feeling of dysphoria within the broad walls.

But before you could search with your watchful eye for some intruder who went beyond the icy specter of the night, in avid state of alert, you notice an apollonian silhouette hunched outside, sitting on the step outside the door, with a long waterfall of soft hair in the color of a raven's down running halfway down her spine.

The restlessness that weighed heavily on your shoulders eased as the familiar full-bodied scent of hibiscus tea mixed with the sweetness of a mild strawberry shampoo slithered into your nostrils and filled your lungs thirsty for smoke and tobacco.

As you approach, you see that Wanda, wearing a sheer silk robe over a red nightgown, is accompanied by a large cup that exhales small clouds of steam, with the tiny bundle that carries the tea herbs submerged into the hot water inside the dark container.

"You really have loud thoughts" Wanda's small, soft voice ripples through the air and then hugs your body as your ex-wife turns toward you with a lingering slowness that, to you, is as familiar as the taste of your unsmoked cigarette.

Her eyes glow an intoxicating green hue amid the darkness of the night, only supported by the silver light of the moonlight coming from outside the residence.

You feel like a frog being studied on a silver platter in some high school biology class.

Wanda's diligent gaze always seemed to be able to penetrate through the cracks of your soul – she always understood you as if she were an expert when dealing with any subject concerning you.

You let out an uneasy sigh, oddly scratching the inside of your throat as you do.

"Sorry if I woke you up, it wasn't... it wasn't my... intention"

“It’s okay” she mumbles serenely over a sip of hot tea, the pulp of her nacarine lips being moistened by the hot liquid she's ingested.

“I still haven't been able to sleep anyway”

And it's no surprise to you, because you slept and woke up next to this woman for several of the component years of your life span, and it was always well known to you that Wanda is a woman quite affected by long sleepless nights, not being able to afford to actually close her eyes and be fortunate enough to have a good night's sleep.

Countless were the nights turned to morning dawns, when you both resided under the same roof in the compound back at the Avengers Tower, so many years before you were there, standing in the middle of her kitchen, silently watching her perform the simple act of drinking tea at her backyard door.

“Still having trouble sleeping?”

“Once in a while”

Wanda answers you, and with her eyes she indicates the empty space next to her right elbow so you can sit there.

“Sometimes I need to relearn how to sleep all by myself”

Without saying a word, you cross the entire length of the kitchen, passing by the island and the marble sink, to be seated on the marble step that freezes your warm skin, next to the woman who smells of hibiscus with strawberries and deep scarlet tones.

Her eyes recognize the figure of the unsmoked cigarette between your fingers, unlit and forgotten like the insignificant little rolled-up tobacco paper that it is, and then she looks toward the profile of your silhouette, blinking once with her thick eyelashes as she does so.

“You start smoking again?”

“Yeah, it's been a while, actually. Not that I'm proud of it”

Your gaze shifts to the small cylinder, turning it between the digits of your index and middle fingers of your tender right hand.

“That shit helps me calm down, I guess. Or at least I like to think so. I don’t know"

Silence touches both of you shoulders, and there is a moment for Wanda to sip more of the tea that has spilled into her cup. When the drink is gone, then all the way into her stomach, she places the container on the floor, close to her left ankle like a tame kitten, safe from her company.

You are still hesitating in the uncertainty of whether or not to light up that damned tempting cigarette.

“Earlier today,” she begins, immediately drawing your attention to her pretty face, and you're met with her pink lip as she clamps her upper teeth over the contour of her wet mouth.

“You and me and the boys... it was good. They like having you around. And I... I like it too, Y/N”

She hums in the sigh of the night. You feel a crackling feeling swelling inside your swollen chest, but you don't say anything in sequence, because it's Wanda who continues to converse in the silver moonlight.

“I had forgotten what it was like. Me and you acting like family. It's good, It’s… really good"

You choke relatively. For Wanda, a heartbeat rumbled in her ears. And then she looks at you, and you look at her.

And suddenly, you don't want to light that cigarette anymore – because she leans her chin forward, leaning her head towards you, and you do the same when your body cries out for her, lips colliding in midair like the consolidation of a wish, a scarlet fever supernova bursting within your own chest.

And then, the full-bodied freshness of hibiscus darts into the half-open breach in the gap between your lips, pressing a velvety tongue against the slit between your teeth, discharging into your mouth a red-sour-sweet flavor, definitely good though, but rougher than usual as the two of you now share a needy, somewhat sloppy, even animalistic kiss.

Even if there is indeed a need on Wanda's part, and you just need someone to scare you away from the evil inside your head.

Your ex-wife, in a thoughtless act, dives with her clever hands into the thin fabric of the tank top that clothes your impenetrable skin, grabbing the sides of your waist in a needy way, as if all she wanted at that moment was to feel you, as if her entire existence existed based on physically feeling you snuggled into her icy body.

She blinks, consenting to the overflow of her feelings, enraptured by the image of your cheeks burning and your chest heaving.

And she does what she thinks is right to do, which seems to be the only option possible in this small moment of affection and dedication, filled with an ember that if she could name it, she would call it love - because she knows she love you, even if she didn't say it out loud yet.

You are the love of her life, and she is the love of yours.

Wanda then hurls herself even farther forward, a nymph figure smitten with idolatry, and takes her prize, pressing the commission of her red lips against the outlined mouth with the flavor of melancholy that could belong to none other than you, so exotic, and never the same.

You feel the smart hands rest at the end of your spine with an almost practiced disregard, seeking nothing but feeling at first, far from the lascivious idea of consolidating the carnal act. Wanda just wants to feel you close, all to herself, comfortable in her grip.

Between a set of pink lips, a tongue is present, and this tongue curls up in another in a not hasty and exaggerated way. It's elegant. It's careful. It is harmonious.

But a slow kiss unravels, and Wanda holds her breath and returns in search of more of her favorite flavor to keep in her mouth, only to be promptly reciprocated by a devoted you, a soft nostalgic familiarity edging your silhouettes connected by the lips beneath a star-studded sky, with an absorbed perfection that no one else but the two of you would be able to achieve.

Up and down, side and side; surrounded by genuine attunement, lips moved carefully, following an invisible line that dictates your not so reckless actions.

A waltz of delicate, tangible lips that still fit together so perfectly, so neatly, that you might as well cry.

But the pacified kiss soon takes the form of a fervent kiss as you pant hot against your ex-wife's lips, and the fervent kiss becomes little kisses sprinkled around her neck that soon dissolve into a hollow moan, into a world where there didn't seem to be any more worries as long as you were in each other's arms.

In her own time, Wanda drags her teeth along the lower lip of your mouth, which groans deeply in response with a tingling in your throat, a tiny fraction of time passing until, like a buzz, quick, rough lips take refuge again in a tongue inside your mouth, and you feel an icy hand grasp your breast in a primitive way.

Clever fingers, soaked in crimson, traveled to your scalp, and a light mouth caresses yet another moan of yours. In a heartbeat, Wanda swings a leg over your knees and sits right on top of your lap, grabbing your wrists to put your hands around her waist.

The feeling is familiar. Toxically familiar.

It is the red invading your senses, intoxicating you with dense doses of scarlet.

You know very well that, even before the enticements of alcohol and cigarettes, your primary vice has always been the crimson sweetness of Wanda's body.

And, well… you're not known for being resistant to the temptations of your addictions.

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A crimson marble glow glistening under the palms of both your hands. Sweat glistened in the hollow of your groin across your burning hips.

Wanda riding on your lap, naked as a Renaissance painting displayed in the dim light of a museum, her chest heavy like a marathon runner. The long, thick length of the red strap brushed against a specific spot on her inner walls that made her delirious and increasingly pivot her hips toward you, seeking more, brushing against each other like two animals in heat.

There was nothing rational in that animalistic act.

The symphony in the room was that of skin beating wet against skin; of her lascivious wetness voraciously swallowing your cock.

You could see it from the single, retracted drop of sweat that poured into the valley between her own swollen breasts, the two mounds swaying just before your lascivious eyes; a delight modulated to your stormy gaze, profuse as sea water, which clouded your young girlfriend's body with a predatory look, immersed in illicit labor.

Your insides tingled in a white-hot tingle, both clits sliding through the material of the strap, the insides of your thighs strong and wet against Wanda's pulsing center.

Her tight pussy pressing against the erect silicone phallus between your legs, the red of the material buffed with the sticky juices from inside of her. That was her bed, her sheets wet beneath your sweaty bodies, the walls of her room reverberating the pornographic grunts and moans from deep in her throat.

“F-fuck-!” she clenched her teeth, her nails lacquered with black nail polish carving red paths in the muscles of your back, “Y/N, fuck, right there, ah-!”

Her thick Sokovian accent spilled into your ears, and something primal and cavernous rumbled inside you, like a spark that explodes in a raging fire.

You wanted to own her.

You wanted to consume her.

You wanted to eat her alive; fuck her until the mold of your strap was forever etched into the walls of her greedy cunt, which was increasingly squeezing the silicone phallus, a delicious pressure forming a red knot just below her belly button.

“Ah-! Ah-!, pozhaluysta, pozhaluysta-!” she gasped in her native dialect, loud and clear against your ear as you fucked her as hard as possible “Trakhni menya... ya pochti u tseli, ya po-pochti u tseli... Ugh, dorogaya!”

“Fuck, are you close?”

“U-uhum! ” she kind of moaned, both eyes squinted two lewd lines “Please don't stop, don't stop Y/N, ah-!”

The scream was loud as you dropped her suddenly onto the sheets, her sweaty back slamming against the thick material of the mattress, her dark hair spilling across the pale material of the pillow.

You slipped your hands between the folds of both her knees and brought her lower back close, barely giving her time to miss your strap inside her dripping cunt before guiding the red material between her sticky folds, resuming the vigorous action of fucking your way against her coccyx.

Your strong hand pressed itself (as did the bone of your jaw) against the upholstered headboard, and there a rip was deferred by your own touch – as it had done to a plucked pillow, and a lampshade shattered to the ground.

The lamp above your heads flashed white. Wanda's eyes glowed a profuse scarlet that swallowed the moss green of her irises, the darkening of her dilated pupils making her eyes look like two bottomless wells of lust.

You buried your face against the beam of sweaty skin that joined her neck to her collarbone, and placed a generous, savage bite there.

"Fuck- I’m cumming, I'm cumming!" she decreed, panting against your bare neck, pressing her fingers against your buttocks in an incitement to the act they so indomitably committed.

“Cum for me Wanda” you murmured against her ear “Cum on my cock, pretty girl”

The bed hit the wall again. And again. And again.

You didn't stop at the first orgasm. Nor in the second. Nor on the third.

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i want to be the king of your heart

a/n: i just think we all deserve some mommy wanda on this fine august night. i hope you're all doing well!

word count: 3455

warnings: 18+!! dirty talk, dumbification, mommy kink of course, fingering, d/s dynamics, sub space, mouth spitting, very innocence/corruption

summary: wanda asks you to send a photo of you in your bra when she's out at lunch, and it makes her very, very possessive and demanding when she gets home.

Wanda had gone out with her friends for brunch, leaving you at her apartment with a soft kiss, promising to text you when she got there. You could tell she had a few drinks over the course of the two hours, because her texting got progressively bolder as the time went on— you knew when she did things like brunch she liked to feel sophisticated and in charge of you, stoic and in control and so condescendingly sweet. But she was getting tipsy, and it showed, her desire for you practically leaping off the screen.

You played it up, of course, enjoying the thought of working her up, acting all innocent and cute, making her feel like the one thing she just had been begging you to call her lately: I can’t wait for you to get home, I miss you! And your hugs :) And I know how much you love when I wear pink :)

Finally, she breaks, setting down her mimosa to type furiously under the table with red cheeks: What are you wearing?

You roll your eyes, laughing at her tipsy antics, enjoying the thought of her zoning out at brunch and thinking about you as her girl, wearing something pretty for her. My pink bra! You picked it out for me, silly.

She huffs, squirming in her seat as the alcohol starts to really hit her and the thought of you in that pink bra becomes nearly overwhelming. The last time she had seen you in that, you had been writhing under her, needy as ever, gasping her name, and she had stared at your bra, bouncing with the thrusts of her fingers inside of you, mesmerized by your body under hers, her pretty girl.

She shakes her head of the thoughts, thumbs moving fast: Take your shirt off and show me.

You blanch at the screen, frozen for a moment in a way you hadn’t expected. You shift, looking around in hesitation, mind scrambling to find an excuse not to do so, the thought of taking a photo on command like that just a little bit humiliating. Your text bubbles must have disappeared in your silence, so Wanda texts again: Come on, baby, I want to see you. Take your shirt off and show me.

Her unrelenting behavior makes your cheeks burn. You were always ashamed at how wet you got when she acted like this, possessive and demanding and borderline inappropriate. Your hands shake a bit more than you’d care to admit as you text back: Not now, please.

Her response is immediate: Take your shirt off and show Mommy, now. Good girls do what they’re told, baby.

You can’t argue with that, not when she first calls herself that, and the thought almost sends you into despair. You’ve only called her that a handful of times and vice versa, and she really must have been feeling turned on if she was calling herself it now. You hated and loved when she did this, made you prove you were good— you always wanted her to say you were anyway, but she knew how to get you to crack, knew how to make you needy and desperate. The thought of missing out on her overwhelming praise when you do something right was heart wrenching, and you just wanted to please her, wanted her to keep calling herself Mommy, wanted to be her good girl.

You lift your shirt up above your boobs, not bothering to take it off— you knew Wanda would prefer it that way. You take the photo, sending it to her quickly, cheeks burning as you lower your shirt back down.

She messages back after a good three minutes of hesitation: Mommy’s gonna make you mine when I get home.

Wanda must have put her phone away after that, because she stopped messaging for a long while, even though the bubbles kept showing up again and again, like she was looking at something for a long time. You try to busy yourself for the next half hour while she’s gone, but your mind keeps wandering to her, to the thought of her wanting you, the thought of her coming home, and whatever making you hers meant to her today.

You’re sitting at your desk, typing at your computer when she gets home. You let her come to you, and she wastes no time dumping her purse on the counter before coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your torso, kissing your cheek affectionately, “How’s my little girl?”

You blush at the name, tucking your chin into your neck at her sudden affection, the anticipation of it all too much for you to muddle through. “’M good,” you mumble, hands reaching up to put over hers, clasped against your chest.

“Mhm, Mommy’s been thinking about you,” her voice is huskier than it was moments ago, and you take in a sharp breath when you feel her hands turn and lightly brush your throat.

“I, um… have been thinking about you too,” you’re shocked at how disarmed she’s gotten you, and so quickly, her fingers forming loosely around your throat, her nose at the curve of your jaw, her voice so loud and overwhelming in your ear. She’s taken over your senses so quickly. She chuckles into your neck, fingers tightening to just barely grasp your throat. The pressure still has your hips just almost snapping forward, but you keep yourself steady, your breath becoming labored at her proximity to you.

One of Wanda’s hands grows firm on your throat, the other reaching forward to pull your shirt forward and off of your chest, exposing your cleavage and your bra as she cranes her neck to get a good look. You watch with your heart thumping in your chest as she groans instinctively and smirks in some lewd sense of satisfaction, smiling to herself with her eyes shining. She hums, the noise every bit as suggestive as it could get, never tearing her eyes from your chest as she rasps in your ear, “You’re even cuter in person, baby.” She squeezes your throat, getting you to squeak for her, “My pretty girl, driving Mommy so crazy.”

You whine, all of it becoming too much, but she cuts you off quickly with her mouth, kissing you deeply and pushing your head to the side. She still has one hand on your throat, moving her fingers to direct your head so that she could kiss you more thoroughly, completely capturing your lips and teeth and tongue. She robs you of your breath, and when she finally pulls back, you’re gasping for air.

“God, I need to fucking see you,” her voice is almost whiney, reaching forward to kiss you even harder, her free hand suddenly groping your boob over your tank top. You moan into the kiss, her grasp rough and inconsistent, squeezing and groping you while you got breathier and breathier into her mouth.

She leans back, her movements quick as she pulls your shirt over your head, leaning forward to grope again at you, this time her fingers fiddling with the edge of your bra, “God,” she mumbles under her breath, eyes finally dragging up to meet yours. “I just want to ruin you right now, my pretty baby. Been thinking about it all morning,” she scoops you up, ignoring your surprised oh! as she sets you down on the bed.

Wanda sidles up the bed, resting on her knees between your legs. Your chest is heaving, mildly throbbing at her clear intensity. She’s swaying a little, cracking a smirk at you, “Oh, sweetheart, all those mimosas… and then we split a joint, too, and you know how I get.” She shrugs, not at all looking sorry, “I was sorry to be so persistent, earlier, but baby, I needed to see you,” she slides her hand up your stomach, biting her lip at the sight of you squirming underneath her. “And I’m sorry to be so persistent now, but Mommy needs you so bad.”

You’re enthralled with the way she’s acting, completely focused on the look of you, clearly drinking in every detail as her hands roamed, unsure where to settle, fluttering over your skin and making you shake. She’s suddenly stroking your inner thighs, and your hips snap forward despite your best efforts at the feather light touch, somehow sending waves of arousal throughout your whole body. She cracks another smile as she watches you lose your composure, her own resolve crumbling as she holds herself back.

Wanda’s hands moves to trace the band of your panties, fingers dancing back and forth as your heart began to race in anticipation, “I need to see you be my girl, do you think you can do that? It would make me so happy, get rid of all these naughty thoughts Mommy is having.” You whimper at her words, your mind rushing to wrap your head around her words. Since you’ve discovered Wanda’s affinity for dirty talk, and since she’s realized how much you like it, she is relentless, so crude, so condescending. It makes you plummet so quickly into that fuzzy, warm space you get to with her.

You nod at her questions, silently begging her to slip her hands past the fabric.

She does just that, dipping her fingers lower and lower, avoiding your clit but just gently cupping your center. Wanda groans, her head briefly dropping into the crook of your neck, “You’re so wet for me, my sweet girl is so soaked from me acting like this, hm?” It makes her so cocky, so smug, to feel you like this, wrapped around her hand and dripping onto her open palm, mind just on the edge of tipping over into a sea of fuzziness and glitter, so many indecent and embarrassing words just on the tip of your tongue. She has you right where she wants you, and she’s relishing in it.

“Do you like when Mommy shows you how badly she wants you, sweetheart?” Her question begs an answer, so you nod shyly, eyes screwed shut as she takes the back of her other hand and strokes the side of your face, coaxing you to look at her. “And do you like it when Mommy is a little rough with you when she’s needy, don’t you, baby?” You nod again, features crumpling under the intensity of her gaze and the mock empathy in her voice, the little pout on her face.

She presses her hand firmly against you to prove your point, still avoiding your clit but pressing hard enough that you begin to grind, sloppy and messy into her palm. She looks down at your hips and back up at you with almost glowing eyes, cheeks rosy from the champagne and her overwhelming desire to fuck you. “Mommy likes to take you like you’re mine. You’re mine, aren’t you, my good little girl?”

You nod desperately, and she coos at you in thanks, slipping two fingers easily into you. She nods back at you, and you nod even harder as the pleasure shoots through you at her fingers, gasping and arching your back into her as she wastes no time before fucking into you roughly, curling her fingers deep inside of you as she pistons her fingers in and out.

You shriek, gripping onto her and trying to adjust to the abrupt shift in pace, her fingers inside of you so good you could barely focus on grasping her shoulders, could barely focus on anything but the feeling of her breath getting closer and closer to her ear.

“So good for me, letting Mommy touch you like this. I need to see you get dumb for me, honey, I need to make you mine tonight.”

Make you mine tonight. The last coherent thought you could muster is that phrase again, and suddenly it clicks— she needs you to be so gone for her, to be in your head space so much that you need only her. She really does want to make you hers, and it’s starting to settle in as it gets harder and harder to hold onto your thoughts with every thrust of Wanda’s fingers, never ceasing her pace.

You throb around her fingers as you realize she’s trying to fuck you dumb, going faster and faster with no break, leaving you no time to catch your breath and recover from her stroking your g spot again and again. Your moans keep getting higher, breathier as she watches you with such a fucking hot smirk that it makes you even more wet, knowing she was getting off on watching you get ever so desperate.

Just as you begin to adjust to her pace, she slides in a third finger, slamming into you with all of her strength as she drives into your pussy, reaching so deep into you as you feel yourself tighten around, muscles fluttering with the stretch of her fingers. “Oh, such a good baby, taking Mommy’s big fingers, hm?” Her voice is saccharine by your ear, being uncharacteristically soft-spoken as she monitors and watches every movement from you, drinking you in with every passing second.

Mommy is on the tip of your tongue, and you keep catching yourself almost moaning it as you lose yourself in the pleasure, as it gets harder to think. You think you’re catching yourself, at least, but Wanda watches with a Cheshire grin as your lips press together in a mumbled “m” every time she curls into you, your eyebrows knitted together. “M’, m’, m’” under your breath, over and over, and she coos at you as she watches you struggle to keep yourself together. Your murmurs get higher pitched as she feels you tighten around her fingers, and she clucks her tongue as it gets harder to move in and out of you.

“Is my baby getting close? Don’t you just want to let go for Mommy? Come on, baby, say it. Mommy. Be good for Mommy. Mommy’s best girl.” She’s coaxing you with her best voice, her most persuasive voice, and you whimper as you feel your clit throb despite not being touching as you get achingly close to the edge with her fingers and her words. You choke on a whimper as you grip her closer, pressing your face into her neck.

She shushes you, smoothing your hair down and cradling your head into her chest. She wants you to say it so badly, she’s milking it, cradling you with such care and affection, kissing the top of your head and almost bouncing you up and down as she sped up her fingers again. You wrap your legs around her waist and she hums, “Say it, baby. Do what Mommy tells you.”

Mhm. You can’t argue with that. Your mouth opens to say it when suddenly she slows her fingers, switching to an incredibly rough but slow pace, fucking into you hard enough to lurch your entire body forward. You unabashedly moan when you feel her three fingers fuck into you with intent, completely taken off guard. “Mommy!” You yell as she does it again, fingers brushing so deep inside of you that you feel an orgasm start to grow. “So— close.”

As soon as she hears you say it, Wanda groans even louder than she had looking down your shirt. She doesn’t adjust her pace, knowing you needed more to actually get to the edge. “I love it when you call me that, honey,” you can tell she means it by the way she’s absolutely groaning in your ear, her fingers getting rougher and deeper into you. “I love it when you’re desperate for me, when you’re so mindless you don’t even care what I say to you.” To prove her point, you don’t respond, just keep whimpering her name.

Wanda leans forward, her hand roughly twisting at your nipple as she sucked a love bite onto your neck, taking longer than necessary as you kicked your feet and rolled your hips into her fingers. You could feel your orgasm deep within your belly, the fire being stoked with every thrust of Wanda’s fingers, hard and persistent and so big inside of you.

When she’s finally finished marking you, she comes up to kiss you once more. When you make eye contact, you can tell she’s thinking something, and suddenly she’s fucking into you so fast your head is snapping back, jaw slack as you screwed your eyes shut.

You feel her hand on your jaw, her lips inches from your face, “Open your mouth for Mommy, sweet girl. Do you want to be good for me, do you want to show me you love me and that you’re all mine?” You nod vigorously, opening your mouth wide and looking up at her with big, wanting eyes. “Oh, there’s my very good girl. Mommy just needs to make sure you remember who you belong to, okay?” She stills her fingers briefly and you whine, quieting down when she shushes you and kisses your forehead.

You nod at her question, and feel yourself heat up a thousand degrees as she hovers herself above you and delicately spits into your mouth, never breaking eye contact with you as she did so. “Keep it on your tongue,” her voice is low and gravelly, and she can’t tear her eyes off of you as your entire body shakes, looking at her with shallow breathing, feeling like you were going to explode. Her fingers twitch inside of you as she watches the pinpricks of tears in your eyes, just from being overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“Swallow for me, baby,” she orders, and you feel your head spin as she strokes your face with her free hand, so, so soft and gently. When you swallow, she gives you a bright smile as she begins to curl her fingers slowly into you again. Your face of concentration dissolves as you start to moan, and she smiles and presses soft kisses to your face.

“You’d just do whatever I told you, hm?” You nod desperately as she continues fingering you, and she laughs lightly at your dumb nodding, “Oh, honey, you’re so far gone now you’d certainly do whatever Mommy asked.”

You cling onto her, practically wailing as she brings her thumb to your clit. You’re so wet she can’t find a firm grip, so she’s sliding her thumb around, driving you up the wall with what feels like teasing. You get close so, so quickly. “Mo— Mommy, gonna come!” You hope if you call her that she’ll let you, you need it so bad, need it so bad after being on the receiving end of her possessiveness and assertiveness and neediness. You loved even asking her, giving her that control. Sometimes you secretly wished she’d say no, that she’d torture you—she knows this, and certainly does give in sometimes.

But for now, watching her girl writhe underneath her, she just wants to give you what you want. She wants to show you how good she makes you feel, how good of a girl you are for her. “Mommy wants her little girl to come so sweet, wanna feel you get so tight around my fingers, baby. Come on, show Mommy how a sweet girl like you lets go. That’s my girl, let go for Mommy.”

Her words immediately send you over the edge, and your back arches as you do in fact tighten around her fingers, planting your feet so you could grind yourself into her as you came. She never stopped praising you, working you through it while calling you the sweetest names she could think of, fucking into you over and over as it hit you in waves that have you gasping around her.

When you can finally open your eyes again, she’s staring at you with an adoring smile, stroking your face over and over. “You were so good for me, sweetheart. Do you feel okay?”

You nod blearily, arms reaching for her as she slides down and pulls you into her side. She’s playing with your hair and the skin of your collarbones and shoulders, tracing her fingers down your jaw and never letting you move away.

You’re just about to say you love her when she blurts out, “Take your bra off.”

You stop in your tracks, taken off guard, “What?”

“Take your bra off,” she smiles, shrugging her shoulders as if it’s nothing, “You wanna be good for your Mommy, don’t you?” Her smile broadens, letting you know she’s teasing you but challenging you all the same.

You roll your eyes, leaning forward to reach behind you, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

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margauxluthor · 3 days

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she's always lookin' for a wilder ride

a/n: something a little bit on the darker side from me, but in my head it's all roleplay so is it really?

word count: 2830

warnings: 18+!! cnc roleplay, mommy kink, d/s dynamics, heavy heavy heavy (the heaviest) dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation

summary: you want to go sleep, but wanda has other plans that she won't budge on no matter how loudly you whine.

You had been trying to get to bed for an hour, but Wanda keeps sliding her hands all over you, tickling your stomach and your ribs. You keep squirming, “Wanda, you know I need to sleep.”

You hear her chuckle behind you, pulling your body to her front as she kissed the back of your head. “I’m sorry, baby, you’re just so cute and tiny curled up next to me, I want to touch you so bad.”

You still completely in her arms, not expecting her to be so forward. “Oh.”

She laughs again, her thumb brushing the underside of your breast. “Are you gonna let Mommy touch you, baby?”

You groan, tucking your face into the pillow. You need to get up so early but your body is starting to heat up and Wanda’s soft, stroking hands are starting to get to you. You remember how tired you’ll be, though, and you shake your head. “Not tonight, baby,” you turn your head to meet her dark eyes, pressing your lips together briefly before turning back around. “I love you, though.”

“Mhmmm, you too.” She’s being passive, still tickling your stomach, but you let her grumble.

Soon, you feel short kisses being pressed against your neck, soft and teasing. “Wanda,” you warn, eyes snapping open in frustration. You go to move your head again, but the hand on your stomach suddenly goes rigid, keeping you pressed against her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do anything tonight, sweetheart?” Her voice is low and suggestive, and you huff, despite the little buzz her solid hand against you sent through your veins.

When you don’t answer, she begins kissing your neck again, completely ignoring your frustrated sigh. “Mommy’s getting impatient, baby.”

Your hips jerk at the name and she laughs. You realize here that you didn’t have a choice in the matter, and that Wanda was going to fuck you whether or not that’s what you had in mind. Your clit immediately starts throbbing with the realization.

You really do need to sleep, “Mom…Mommy, please, not now.” You sound so whiney that your brain hums at it, at the realization that you can sound so whimpering.

Wanda bites your neck, sucking there lightly as you squeak and kick your feet. “Shhh, no more fighting me, baby, Mommy wants to touch her pretty girl. I wanna touch your cute little body.”

You’re so wet, you can feel it between your thighs, and whenever you roll your hips it hits Wanda so obviously that you refuse, so you’re absolutely aching.

Her hands suddenly drift to your chest, groping your tits. You buck wildly into her, unable to hold back your reactions any longer.

She starts a brutal pace, twisting your nipples hard and fast and rough, making stars explode behind your eyes as she scraped her nails against the pebbled skin. You yelp, biting your lip so hard it started to hurt.

“Awe, are my little girls nipples sensitive?” Wanda laughs darkly, rolling your nipples harshly between her fingers, trapping you so you couldn’t thrash away as you gasped in pain. “Are these cute little tits sore, baby, is that why you won’t let Mommy touch you?”

“So sensitive, Mommy,” you mumble, pawing her hand away as you grumble, head lolling from the pleasure of it.

Wanda scowls, pinching harder and watching you squeal, “What’s the matter, baby, does that hurt?”

You nod, pouting and hips jerking as she continued to roll your nipple. The pain was dull and it made you throb so hard you felt like you had to swallow it down.

She chuckles, nodding to herself as she shifts and put her other hand on your other breast, groping so roughly you yelp. “That’s okay, honey, it’s good if it hurts a little bit. That’s how you know you’re all Mommy’s, right?” She scrunches her nose, urging you to tilt your head back as she starts rolling both nipples. You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pussy throbs and you whimper heavy in your chest.

She puts on a mock frown, tapping her chin as she thought about something. “You would do anything for your Mommy, wouldn’t you, sweet girl? You’re Mommy’s best girl, you don’t mind if Mommy hurts you a little bit, right?”

Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you lightly shake your head.

She hums, giving your nipples a little tug. Your tongue feels thick in your throat as she keeps teasing your chest, the roof of your mouth tickling as your feet start to kick. You’re really starting to get turned on, arousal slick on your thighs as she shifts and gets completely on top of you.

“That’s such a good girl, Mommy always knows she can use your body as her little toy, right? You’re Mommy’s girl to play with whenever she wants? Even if you’re trying to sleep, right, honey?”

You whimper, nodding furiously. Wanda doesn’t normally harp on this too much, never one to risk sounding too possessive— she’s always afraid you’ll remember to care about her past mistakes, but you love it, love when Wanda’s possessiveness shines through, when you feel like she truly feels like you belong to her. You like remembering how in control she is, how badly she wants you, and how insanely she could control you if she wanted, if she stopped being so sweet.

Wanda hums to herself, one hand leaving your tit to shuck up your shirt above your tits, exposing your torso. You don’t have on any panties, so you’re completely vulnerable. She nonchalantly spreads your legs, ignoring the whimper you let our, and starts exploring your stomach, dragging her hand all over while the other hand still tortures your nipple. She has a wild, controlling look in her eyes, and your legs shake with how bad you want her. “My little girl would let Mommy touch her however she wanted, right?”

You nod again desperately.

She takes a moment to think, “Even if you didn’t want it, right? You’d still let Mommy touch you?”

You freeze, the only movement in your body your pussy clenching at her words. “Wh- what, Mommy?”

Wanda smirks, lightly slapping your tit with her hand. She’s on one, feeling powerful above you, and wholly obsessed with making you go crazy. “You heard me, sweet thing. Even if you didn’t want it, you’d let Mommy touch this pretty pussy, right?” Her hand drifts lower, her fingers brushing right where your panty line would be.

Your head is cloudy and you’ve never talked about this before and Wanda always likes when you ask questions, so you do, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you innocent little thing,” Wanda laughs to herself, continuing to horizontally stroke where your panties would be as she pointedly ignored your whines. “What I mean, baby, is that if you weren’t in the mood to be touched, if you were tired, or cranky, or mad at Mommy…Mommy still gets to open those pretty legs and touch you however I want, right?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you look up at the ceiling. She grabs your chin and forces you to look at her, the hesitation clear in your eyes. “Oh, baby, does that not sound quite right to you?”

Your mind feels so foggy and your blink heavily as she kisses your neck, blatantly trying to distract you from being able to resist her. Man, she’s in a mood tonight. You can think enough to shake your head, “But…if I don’t want…”

She shakes her head, dismissing you completely, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want Mommy to touch you, silly girl, it’s not up to you. Mommy knows best, and sometimes I know when this pretty pussy needs to be taken care of, okay? Do you trust me?” She looks at you pointedly, and of course you do, she’s your Mommy, so you nod. “Good girl. Do you want Mommy to show you what she means?”

Your mind whites out at the possibility, and you nod furiously. She laughs, “What an eager little bunny, especially since Mommy’s about to force these pretty little legs open and touch you even though you don’t want it, right, sweetheart?”

You can’t even respond, neither shaking nor nodding your head as Wanda takes her hands and slides them over your thighs, pushing them apart expertly as you try just slightly to keep them shut. “Oh, baby, there’s no point in fighting me, you know Mommy’s gonna spread these cute little legs no matter what.” It’s almost like she’s musing to herself, and she can feel you tremble in need under her.

You look to the clock. 3:30AM. You groan, trying to close your legs and sit up, “No, Mommy, it’s so late—“

She pushes you, roughly, back down, spreading your legs harshly back open as she gripped your thighs tightly, nails digging in. You gasp, hips involuntarily bucking into her. She immediately turns gentle in her touch, disarming you as she lightly dragged her fingers all over your inner thighs. “Shhh, baby, stop fighting Mommy, okay? Just lay back and close your eyes, Mommy’s gonna make you feel so good. Stop trying to close your legs, baby.”

You whimper, her hands coming to the apex of your thighs and right below your crotch. “So.. so late, Mommy, hurry.”

She laughs, shaking her head as her fingers brush over your labia, coming back wet as ever as you choke on a moan. “Oh, honey, you’re soaking wet for a girl who said she doesn’t wanna be fucked, aren’t you?”

You whimper as she begins pawing at your labia again, starting to lightly drag her fingers through your slit, moaning at the wetness she found there. “Mommy knows you want to sleep, but I want to spread you open first, okay, baby? I wanna fuck this pretty pussy open, and fit as many fingers inside as I can, just cause you said you didn’t want me to.”

You whine, trying again to escape her grip to no avail. “Mommy, please let me sleep, please—“

You cut off as your clit is almost touched, letting out a moan. She keeps just stimulating your clit, making your vision go blurry every time she brushed it. She laughs at the way you cut off. Suddenly, one of her fingers curls into your pussy, fucking into you with long, deep strokes. You let out a sob, and she hums, “How many fingers will it take for this little pussy to stretch, hm? The quicker I can fit my fingers inside, the quicker you can sleep, honey, so spread those legs for me. That’s a good girl.”

She slides a second finger in and you arch into her, rolling your hips as two fingers is enough to start feeling full. You moan deep in your chest as she slides into you, coming up to her knuckles and making your breath catch in your throat. Fuck, she always felt so good fingering you, you almost forgot what you had been talking about until you feel a third finger poking at you, slipping into you and stretching you open with only a little resistance.

You whimper, your breath hitching as your hips struggle to meet her fingers. This all happened so fast, her fingering you, and you weren’t completely into the foreplay, so you’re not very wet, and you whimper as she pokes and prods at your center with her third finger, pushing into you little by little. “Mommy—“ you wiggle your hips to try and slide yourself into her further.

“Shh,” Wanda stills you, grabbing your hip with one hand and sliding her finger into you with the other, the slight burning sensation of the stretch licking up your spine and peaking your nipples as you moan. She starts fucking into you and you swear you can feel every inch of the inside of your pussy get stimulated.

“Oh, oh Mommy—“ you choke, gripping her shoulders as she coos as you.

“See how good this little pussy takes Mommy’s fingers, even if my little girl doesn’t want it, right? Your cunt still takes Mommy’s fingers so well, still makes sure you’re Mommy’s best girl, even if you’re a cranky little baby who doesn’t want Mommy to touch you, right? But it’s okay, Mommy knows.”

She leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips as she started rocking her three fingers into you, stretching you with every purposefully rough thrust. You moan, yelping every time she scrapes at your g spot. She smiles as she kisses you, “You think you can take another finger, sweet thing?”

Your eyes snap open and you shake your head, “No, Mommy, no, thank you.”

She cracks a smile and your heart stops, “Awe, pretty girl thinks her opinion matters when Mommy wants to fuck her.”

Sudden you feel a fourth finger pressing against you and you moan in disbelief, taking her finger and letting them slide into you over and over again before you could put up a fight, your pussy getting wetter and looser and taking her fingers easier and easier with every thrust. You moan at how wet you’re getting, at how well you’re taking her despite your protests.

“Do you hear how wet you get for Mommy, baby? Stop pretending you don’t want me to pound this little pussy, I know all you want is Mommy’s fingers on your cute little clit, right?” You whimper, repeatedly shaking her head aggressively as Wanda continues building you up, getting off on corrupting you with her four fingers buried deep inside you, blocking off any resistance to her.

You can feel your clit pulsing, and you realize you need her so bad, need her to touch you so bad, need her to touch you to get off and its so late and—

She starts rubbing your clit with her thumb, slow, languid circles as she looks you in the eyes, her hand and your entire center dripping wet, her fingers soaking as they pull out to caress you. “Mommy—“

“Mhm, you couldn’t possibly know what you wanted, could you bunny? Only Mommy,” she doesn’t answer you again as you whine and buck against her as she rubs your clit in fast, circular motions, building you up steadily.

Your breath is coming out in gasps, little whines in the back of your throat coming out with every thrust, “Getting— tight—“

“Awe, my pretty baby’s gonna come all over Mommy? I thought you didn’t want four fingers, baby? What happened to my sweet little girl?” She’s taunting you, curling her fingers to brush your g spot over and over again and you can’t think, can’t focus on her words at all, she’s saying everything that comes to her mind, and when you look down you see her legs clamped around a pillow. Her hips were thrusting at it wildly and you moan at the sight, catching her eye and seeing a grin spread across her face. “That’s right, little one, Mommy can’t help herself when she sees you so helpless.”

It’s all too much and you feel your orgasm rushing at you, snapping your head back with a gasp, “It’s coming, Mom—“

“Shh, sweet girl, Mommy wants to see you come, show me how good my little girl is, I need to see it. Now.” Her fingers burn as they rock into you, harshly and unforgiving but slow and somehow gentle, overwhelming in their intensity. Your clit is throbbing under her thumb, and she’s everywhere, all over you, pushing you into that fuzzy state as you feel yourself start to come.

Her voice in your ear is the only thing keeping you tethered to reality as you fall over the edge, shouting as you come around her fingers, your walls tightening as you sob her name, hips jerking. “That’s such a good girl for Mommy, you’re so good for me, I’m so, proud of my girl for letting me do this.” Wanda never stops talking to you, soothing you as she brings you down.

Wanda continues soothing you, moving one hand to stroke at your hair as she presses soft kisses to your hair line and cheeks and then lips. “Are you feeling okay, my precious girl?” She’s stroking your face, searching for any signs of hurt.

You shake your head, smiling softly as you rise up to kiss her once more. You don’t feel up to talking, just resting your head against her as she continues to stroke at you.

“That’s my good girl, why don’t you go ahead and fall asleep for Mommy, okay?” You nod sleepily against her chest, already halfway unconscious, pawing at hair mindlessly. “Good girl,” she whispers, settling onto her back and pulling you against her chest.

“Goodnight, my sweet girl.” She whispers to your sleeping face, pressing a final kiss to your lips before closing her own eyes and drifting to sleep.

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margauxluthor · 3 days

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Distance (18+)

(my gif)

warnings: 18+ mdni, top!wanda bottom!reader, fingering, oral sex, cursing, pet names, fluff

summary: y/n and wanda have been online friends for a while now. but what happens when y/n got this crazy idea?

word count:10,4k

I don’t want you to copy, translate or steal my work and claim it as yours!

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Y/N‘s pov

I slid my backpack from my shoulders, dropping the clunky thing onto my floor and falling face-first onto my bed. It'd been a long day. Full of pop quizzes and back to back classes and too much walking in uncomfortable heat. I caught my breath after a minute or so, letting my mind wander and I could hear other college kids outside my window walking past, already drunk and probably going somewhere to get even more wasted. It was the weekend, after all. I didn't have any plans. Nothing significant, anyway. If I wanted I could've arranged to do something with my friends, but I knew that I'd just be on my phone the whole time. That's all I'd been thinking of lately. All I'd wanted to do. Talk to Wanda.

I'd met her online a few months before. It was from Twitter. I'd told her that I'd just thought her tweets were funny, but that wasn't true. In all honesty, I'd seen a selfie of hers and gay panicked for twenty minutes before working up the nerve to DM her. Pretty soon we followed each other on Insta and exchanged numbers, we'd even skyped a few times. We talked almost every day, but she lived in a whole other country, and I'd never been more angry about distance before in my life.

I never thought I'd be someone to develop genuine feelings for someone over the internet, without knowing them in person, but…there was something there. I knew there was. I felt it almost all day every day, I felt it when she commented on one of my selfies with a bunch of fire emojis, I felt it when she messaged me first thing in the morning, knowing when I got up despite our significant time difference. She gave me what I knew were butterflies, but then I'd always frown at myself for feeling them. Was I really getting butterflies over someone I'd never met? At least I knew she wasn't catfishing me, since we'd skyped before. Either way, I knew there was nothing on her end.

Wanda‘s life was exciting. She was studying abroad, going on adventures on a nearly daily basis, getting good grades while simultaneously maintaining one of the most appealing social lives I'd ever witnessed on social media. She'd gathered quite the following and I was silently grateful I'd gotten close to her when I did. Otherwise I probably would've gotten lost in the shuffle and she wouldn't have given me the time of day. To be honest I was still a bit confused as to why she bothered to talk to me at all, there were so many more interesting people around her all the time.

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my shorts and I couldn't help but tug it out frantically. Sure enough, it was Wanda.

Wanda<3: yooo! back from class yet, nerd?

I couldn't help the smile that spread instantly across my face. That was usually what happened. Even from the simplest, most basic of texts.

Y/N: Kinda feel like napping but now i've gotta talk to you:D

I joked. As if I didn't want to talk to Wanda. That'd never been the case, and it probably never would be.

Wanda<3: damn right you do

My mind flashed back to the night before, and I wondered if I should mention something. I never tended to hide things from her. We talked about a lot of things, usually just stream of consciousness stuff, so why hide it..?

Y/N: I had a dream about you, lol is that weird…?

I thought it was sort of weird at first, but maybe it wasn't. I thought about her almost constantly, so why wouldn't she show up in my dreams too? I was just worried she'd be a bit weirded out. Dreaming about people just sort of seemed…intimate. If that makes sense. Her response was almost immediate, as always.

Wanda<3: No, what happened in the dream?

Y/N: It wasn't hard to remember it. It'd been on my mind all day. We just hungout and stuff, like there was no distance. you were here. we met up and just... spent time.

God I wished she was closer. I wanted nothing more than to just see her in person. See her smile, hear her laugh, get closer with her. But I hadn't said anything like that yet. That seemed.. like a lot, right? To say I wanted to meet her in person? Or was it? We'd gotten really close. I considered her almost one of my closest friends, even more so than the ones I'd made in college. I dunno, she was just so easy to talk to, she was so interesting and charming and funny and beautiful and…ugh.

Wanda<3: oh, that's all?

That's all? What was that supposed to mean? I sat up slightly in bed, getting more pulled into the conversation.

Y/N: what do you mean?

Wanda<3: what'd we do when we hung out?

Y/N: just talked and stuff. i think we went to a park.

Wanda<3: ahh. boring. we'd do more fun stuff if you came here.

My heart skipped a beat. If I came there….? As if? She wanted me to? Did she want to see me in person too? And what was "more fun" stuff...?

Y/N: Oh?

I had no idea what else to say. I was…incredibly intrigued, but I wasn't sure if I should show that all the way. Wanda had said that sort of flippantly. Like it wasn't a big deal, so maybe she'd only meant it hypothetically, not literally. I shouldn't take it any more seriously than that. So I didn't.

After a late night of escaping from a shitty college party and taking refuge in my small, cramped single room, I thought of Wanda. As always. My senses were slightly dulled from the alcohol I'd forced myself to drink just to blend in, and my head was already starting to hurt. I wasn't much of a drinker. All it did was leave a bad taste in my mouth and a hollowness in my chest - I was a sad drunk, and it was starting to kick in. The biggest feeling that started to wash over me was my loneliness. My godawful, ever-present loneliness.

I just wanted someone. Someone to hold, to talk to, to take care of and spend time with and love. And the saddest part was that I almost had that with Jungeun, or at least, I felt like I almost did. My drunk self starting to cathartically tweet, random things, handpicked song lyrics from the depressing playlist I'd started to use as background noise as I drank water to try and sober up.

Wanda<3: why are you sad tweeting

I read the message but didn't know what to say. Should I tell her? Should I say that half the reason I always had this weight on my shoulders was from how bleak it was to think about how unlikely it was for me to ever see her in person?

No. I shouldn't.

Y/N: Ugh. i just want a girlfriend.

I'd never really talked about this before. Wanda knew I was gay, I wasn't that subtle about it on the internet, and I knew she was bi. Which only made my affection for her get even worse, knowing that the possibility of ever being with her wasn't totally unheard of because she did like girls. I'd liked a few straights in my lifetime, and wouldn't recommend it. In fact, Wanda was the first girl I'd ever had genuine feelings for who even had the potential of liking me back. Which only made it stronger.

Wanda<3: ahh, i see

She was still typing. I clutched my phone with white knuckles, in dreaded anticipation for whatever she planned on saving.

Wanda<3: l used to wish that too, but who needs a girlfriend when you've got two hands am i right?

I sputtered, nearly spitting my water out onto my desk, more or less just slamming my hands against my keyboard in response.

Y/N: ahahahahaknfwknfw

She read it but didn't say anything. I took a deep breath, feeling a slight blush coming to my cheeks before daring to ask something else.

Y/N: are you being serious?

Wanda was rarely ever serious. She was probably just making some joke, right? But normally her jokes weren't that

crude.

Wanda<3: yeah, no shame in it

It felt like I couldn't breathe. My mind started to wander to a place I'd never really let it wander before when it came to her, and the heat that flooded into my cheeks started to spread to the rest of my body. I read the message and I just stared at it.

Wanda<3: what, do you not?

My blush intensited and I was suddenly very glad she couldn’t see or hear me right now. I really didn't trust the steadiness of my voice if this was a phone call or something.

Y/N: ahaha um

She was talking about it really casually…why couldn't I? It's just...I never had before. I just...hadn't? I knew people did, but I'd…never. Not.… really.

Her response instantaneous.

Wanda<3: oh please, don't act like you've never masturbated before

I couldn't help but flinch at the actual word. She was being so blunt. I knew the time difference, it wasn't late there or anything, only around dinner time, so while I was tipsy and tired, she was fully sober and aware. Which only made me even more flustered.

I didn't even try to filter my keyboard smashes. She should know I was a mess, I wanted to be honest about it.

Y/N: Um…I haven't really

She typed something, and I watched as the dots danced across my screen, but then they went away and nothing was sent. Had she deleted it...? My mind was cloudy from the alcohol but that didn't prevent it from buzzing.

Wanda<3: wait are you a virgin?

Oh. She didn't know. I guess I'd never told her. It…wasn't something I tended to broadcast. I was sort of embarrassed about it. I felt naive and inexperienced. Part of it was…that I wasn't totally comfortable with my sexuality yet. I wasn't out to my parents, and the few friends I had weren't gay, so there weren't any prospects there. How could I meet a girl if nobody even knew I was a lesbian?

Y/N: Perhaps

I tried to be coy. Tried to seem more comfortable than I was, but it was hard

Wanda<3: ohhhh sorry, i didn't know that lol

I frowned. She didn't have to be sorry. While I wondered if I should say that, she typed something else.

Wanda<3: sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable

I didn't hesitate in my response.

Y/N: you're not, i just don't really talk about this stuff that's all.

That was an understatement. I'd never talked about this stuff, and for some reason her bringing it up so casually made me want to talk about it even more. I knew she wouldn't judge me. I knew she'd be honest if I was honest. It'd be cathartic probably. Why shouldn't I talk about it? Like she said, there shouldn't be any shame, right?

Wanda<3: well you can always talk to me if you want. about anything. even "this stuff," I'm a pretty open book in case you couldn't tell.

Did she…want to talk about this? And if so. why? Was it just because she was an open book? Or was it something else…?

I couldn't think, and all the alcohol was doing was making me sleepy. I'd probably say something I'd regret if I kept this up, so I told her goodnight and headed to bed. I had more dreams about her, but…they were a bit more um, exciting than the last one.

My insomnia was hitting me hard one night. It was almost 3 AM, but I was awake, wide awake, staring up at my ceiling and scrolling through my phone. I'd long since abandoned even trying to get to sleep, there was no hope at this point.

My phone buzzed in my hand and I flinched slightly, startled.

Wanda<3: i see you retweeting shit, why are you up so late?

My heart fluttered and I got those same, familiar butterflies. They showed up from even the tiniest of things.

Y/N: i can't sleep

She knew about my insomnia. This had happened before once or twice, and we'd at least used my sleeplessness to talk for longer. It sucked in the morning, but it was almost worth it just to be able to talk for so long. During the day it was hard to chat as much because of the timezones.

Wanda<3: don't you work tomorrow?

She knew my work schedule. That was so endearing for some reason.

Y/N: yeah...

Wanda<3: fuckin RIP

Y/N: mood

My eyelids were heavy but that didn't mean I could get any actual sleep. It was so frustrating. I knew I was gonna be a zombie, I had a class in four hours, and then a full shift right after. Why did my body do this to me?

Wanda<3: try listening to relaxing music

It was sweet she was trying, but I don't think she really understood how bad this insomnia could get.

Y/N: that never works for me :/

There was an unusual pause before she responded that time. It left me in suspense, since now all I was doing was waiting for her texts.

Wanda<3: I mean…

Wanda<3: i could tell you what i do when i can't sleep

By this point I think I'd heard every single "sleep inducing method" there was on earth. Whenever you mention you have insomnia, everyone suddenly turns into a doctor, telling you to not eat before you go to bed or to sleep in total darkness, or to use a noise machine or to sleep in total silence. So whatever she planned on telling me, I appreciated the effort but doubted it'd do any good.

Y/N: sure

Wanda<3: uhm...you knowww

My brow furrowed. Actually I didn't know.

Y/N: What?

Wanda<3: yaknowwww.

Was I being dumb or something? I was pretty tired. Maybe I was missing it?

Y/N: i don't know

Wanda<3: you do

What was she implying? Jungeun was pretty forward, withliterally everything, so what could it possibly be that she'd not want to say outright..? Oh. Wait a minute. Was she? My heart skipped a beat.

Y/N: you mean…?

I couldn't say it either. There was no way. But I knew what she meant now, and she knew I knew. And…we were talking about it, and…it felt like I couldn't even breathe.

Wanda<3: yeah

I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I was nervous, so dreadfully nervous, but that same heat was coming back that I'd felt the last time we'd talked about this. I was blushing. I was probably red.

Y/N: oh

Wanda<3: i know you said you don't do it but it really does help

I was embarrassed, but not for the reason she may think. It wasn't even the topic, it was just...my lack of experience with it. Why not just be honest? I was sleepy and uninhibited and I just didn't care anymore.

Y/N: i've never…

She wasn't hesitating. Like she was totally unfazed by what I considered to be sort of significant confessions, but I was glad. Glad she didn't care, glad she just wanted to talk and that she was unsurprised.

Wanda<3: it's not rocket science

I frowned slightly. Was I being dumb?

Wanda<3: sorry that was mean

Wanda<3: but really, it's just what you'd think. you just kinda fiddle around down there.

I blinked hard, wondering if I'd read that right.

I think she was getting nervous. Maybe she thought she was being too forward or too pushy, she didn't want to pressure

me, and it was sweet. That wasn't what she was doing though. If anything, she was just making my whole body start to tingle.

Wanda<3: only if you want

Wanda<3: you don't have to, i'm just saying, it's what helps me get to sleep.

I trusted her. What was the harm in trying..? I was alone, it was late, I needed to sleep, and now...now I wanted to. Taking a deep breath, I set my phone down next to my head and reached down with my free hand. Clumsy, cautious fingers slinked beneath the waistband of my shorts, and…brushed against something that sent what felt like an electric shock of pleasure straight through me. My back arched, the sensation something I'd never felt before, but something I liked, something I craved more of.

She was right, I sort of just… fiddled around. It was nice. It felt…good, and my mind was running rampant with thoughts I definitely hadn't expected to come to mind. Thoughts of...late night Wanda having a hard time sleeping and doing this to herself all alone in her room. Her breath getting short, her red, entrancing hair getting messy and disheveled, her eyes closed and her biting her lip to keep the sounds back…

My phone buzzed and I opened my eyes, not even having noticed that I'd shut them. It was a text from Wanda. I'd lost track of time, I must've been doing…this for around ten minutes.

Wanda<3: wow, way to leave me on read

Wanda<3: i'm kidding, i hope you got to sleep lovely

Lovely? Oof. An extra surge of pleasure shot through me unexpectedly. Not wanting her to think I was ignoring her, I reached toward my phone with my, not busy hand, shakily texting something out.

Y/N: i'm not

Wanda<3: then what're you doing?

The blush on my cheeks got hotter. Should I tell her…? Or was that too much info? I mean she'd suggested it.

Y/N: what do you think?

I pursed my lips, muffling a small moan that threatened to leave me.

Wanda<3: oh shit

Wanda<3: are you really

I couldn't read her reaction, my mind was cloudy and my chest was heaving and it really felt like I couldn't think a single thought unless it revolved around Wanda.

So, I just answered

Y/N: yeah

I was getting closer. I knew I was. It didn't take much to know that.

Wanda<3: oof

Wanda<3: that's kinda hot

I whimpered, unable to keep the sound back. I felt my hips buck, my heart beating at twice the speed, the thought of Wanda thinking of me as "hot" for even a fleeting second almost enough to totally push me over the edge. It only took a few more seconds until I finished, collapsing back onto my mattress and gasping for air.

My brain was totally fried, my face flushed, my body twitching every now and

then. Wow.

Wanda<3: sorry lol

I think she was worried she'd went too far, based on my lack of response, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

Y/N: it's ok

Wanda<3: how'd it go?

I couldn't help but laugh slightly, still out of breath. My fingers felt weighted and weak as I tried to respond.

Y/N: stop it

Wanda<3: just curious

I wondered if that was true. If all of this was based in innocent curiosity and nothing more. I wished it was more. I wished that so desperately. Surprisingly, a wave of genuine drowsiness had washed over me as soon as l'd finished, and sleep tugged at my eyes. They fluttered closed for a few seconds. I didn't think I'd be able to chat much longer, and I didn't want to unintentionally ignore her.

Y/N: i'm sleepy

I told her honestly. She knew that was my way of telling her I should probably go to bed, and that I wouldn't be any more direct.

Wanda<3: go to bed <3

A heart emoji? A heart emoji? She'd…never used one of those before. Oh wow. The butterflies were back all over again in full force, and my sleepiness made me just bold enough to send one back without overthinking it.

Y/N: ok<3 talk to you tomorrow?

Wanda<3: always

I sat in the local café, idly sipping some tea and letting my mind wander. It went to the only place it ever tended to go nowadays: straight to Wanda. It was around 6 where I was, which meant it was nearly midnight over there, so too late to text. I felt so aimless when I wasn't talking to her, like I was just going through the day waiting for a text or a call. Sometimes I wondered if she ever felt the same way, or if this attachment

was totally one-sided, but I knew I'd never ask.

My phone buzzed and it was her.

Wanda<3: hey! what're you up to? what time is it there?

That was weird. She always knew what time it was here, she'd shown me she had a second clock app on her phone so she'd know. Which was ridiculously sweet, and I'd done the same thing in an instant. Did she forget she had that...? Or was she just trying to make conversation?

Y/N: it's only 6, but it's late over there. What're you doing up?

Wanda<3: i'm out

Ah. She did that pretty often, went out with friends, partied, drank a bit. She had a lot of friends, and she spent a lot of time with them, so I wasn't surprised, but she didn't tend to text me when she did that because she was distracted. Which was totally fine, I understood, only why was she doing it now? I wasn't complaining, far from it, I just wasn't sure why.

Y/N: oh, that's fun!

Wanda<3: i'm thinking about you

My heart nearly stopped. What…? She was…thinking about me? While she was out? So she was at a bar, or hanging out downtown or something, with all of her friends, and she was thinking about me so much she had to tell me so? Oh boy. The butterflies in my chest were running rampant.

Y/N: aww, i was thinking about you too

I considered adding a heart emoji, but that might've been a bit too much, so I restrained the urge

I was not prepared for what she sent me next.

Wanda<3: i want to be your first

I fumbled, knocking over my tea cup. There was only a little bit left in it, just enough for me to mop up the spill on the table with my napkin. I nervously looked around the shop, getting a few looks from the other college students just from the clattering noise my cup had made, but they quickly went back to their own business. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears.

I read the text again. And again. And again, wondering if I'd dreamt it up, hallucinated the whole thing. My body started to tingle. Was she kidding...? I picked my phone up with shaking hands, fighting back a blush.

Y/N: what?

Her response was instantaneous.

Wanda<3: i want to be your first

She repeated herself without hesitation. Like it was the easiest thing in the world, like she wanted me to make sure I believed her. She sent something else.

Wanda<3: god if you were here right now

Part of me felt like I should get up and maybe not receive these texts in a public place, in front of a bunch of strangers, but my legs honestly felt like jelly and I didn't trust myself to stand.

Y/N: what…? what would you do?

I nervously nursed my lower lip between my teeth, crossing and uncrossing my legs beneath the table as I waited for a response. What would she do…? I'd never been more curious in my life.

Wanda<3: i'd pin you down and rip your clothes off and fuck you until you couldn't even talk.

A wave of heat washed over me and my face got flushed. Oh my god. I never…ever thought she would've talked like this to me. Okay I definitely needed to leave. I couldn't be here like this, it felt like I was coming apart at the seams. I slung my backpack onto my shoulders and got to my feet, nearly stumbling but keeping it together. Right as I left the café and merged into the passing crowd on the street, I nervously sent her something back.

Y/N: would you really?

She couldn't be joking. She wasn't joking, was she…?

Wanda<3: yes

Fuck…I walked faster. I needed to get home. It was only a five minute or so walk, but I needed to…do something about the urges I felt rising up in my chest, or l'd literally explode.

Wanda<3: i wanna eat you out

I nearly tripped, just barely getting it together, my grip on my phone almost faltering. I was not okay, it felt like I was gonna pass out. I had no idea what to say, so I just typed what I was essentially feeling at that moment.

Y/N: oh god…

Wanda<3: i'm good at it

Oh. I hadn't ever doubted that.

Y/N: i'm sure

Wanda<3: oh?

Y/N: you seem like you'd be good at it, that's all.

She was experienced with it, I knew she was. Not that she'd mentioned it or anything, but when we'd talked about exes, she'd said she had a long term girlfriend, who she partially stayed with just for...that stuff. She'd told me that really flippantly, like it wasn't a big deal, but l'd definitely remembered. I'd definitely thought about it more than I probably should've.

Wanda<3: do you want to test it out?

Yes. Yes yes yes, oh my god yes I did. My instant response was such a resounding yes, but I couldn't say that. No, there was no way.

Y/N: maybe.

I got back home, bouncing up and down, antsy in the elevator ride up to my room. She wasn't responding, and she hadn't read my response either. Maybe she'd gotten distracted or something. I wondered where she was, what she was doing, if she was just as flustered as I was or if she was telling me all these vulgar things without so much as flinching.

I dove into my room, locked the door behind me, and did something about all my pent up urges.

I woke up the next morning to a text from her, an uncharacteristically long one.

Wanda<3: oh my god i'm so so sorry Y/N, i was drunk off my ass last night, i never would've said that stuff i'm so sorry it was way over the line

My heart sank in my chest. She regretted it...? Was I supposed to? Because I didn't. Far from it, I wished she'd talked to me like that even more. But I guess it made sense that she was drunk, those texts had been really sudden and wild. Either way,

I couldn't pretend I wasn't disappointed. Clearly she was embarrassed and sort of upset, so I decided to cut her some slack. She deserved that much.

Y/N: it's okay, i sort of figured you were out of it haha

Wanda<3: we can just forget that, i'm sorry, i just get really weird when i'm drunk.

Weird. That was an interesting way to put it, and definitely aword I wouldn't have used, but I didn't plan on correcting her.

Y/N: yeah lol, i quess you do

She talked to me like normal after that. Like nothing had happened the night before, like she really did want to forget it. I didn't. I couldn't, and I didn't.

I did something crazy. It was spring break, and while everyone else was going on vacations or going out to party like wild, l'd saved up my money for weeks and weeks and bought a plane ticket. Yes, a plane ticket. You can probably guess to where.

I set it down on my desk after spending hours packing up my things for a long weekend. I'd planned it all. I'd booked a hotel. got my things all ready to go, and I was leaving in the morning, but one thing I had put off a bit: telling Wanda I'd done this in the first place.

I was nervous. It was a big leap, we had never discussed meeting up in any actually realistic terms. It had always been fleeting mentions of what we "would do" if we lived closer, what we'd "want" to do "some day." But...here l'd gone and bought this expensive ticket without so much as mentioning it. I'd taken a picture of them on my desk, and I'd been pacing back and forth in my room for a solid twenty minutes debating on whether or not to send it to her cold. Should I preface it? Or not? Would that help her process it a bit more? Finally, I just sent her something.

Y/N: hey so…

She read it immediately. Nothing new, but this time it made me nervous.

Wanda<3: so?

I pursed my lips, clenching my phone tighter in my hands.

Y/N: maybe i did something crazy

That may or may not have been an understatement.

Wanda<3: you got a coffee with two sugars instead of one?

Y/N: no, even crazier

Wanda<3: you skipped one of your classes?

Y/N:crazier

Wanda<3: you...? what? you wouldn't do anything crazier than that lol

Normally, that would've been a very valid assumption. But she made me crazy. She made me so so crazy.

Y/N: wanna bet?

My hands had started to shake. I was still uncertain but I'd dug myself a hole I knew I couldn't get out of even if I wanted to.

Wanda<3: ok now i'm curious

I just had to send the picture. That was all the explaining I needed to do. Taking a deep breath, I sent it, forcing myself to sit down on my bed to brace myself for whatever her reaction would be. Maybe she wouldn't even understand what the tickets meant. Maybe she was busy that weekend so she wouldn't be able to see me in the first place. Maybe she'd be freaked out, maybe this was way too much and now she wouldn't ever talk to me the same way anymore.

My phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Three, four times in quick succession, and it took me a few seconds to muster up the

courage to look.

Wanda<3: BITCH

Wanda<3: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Wanda<3: YOU??

Wanda<3: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY COMING HERE?????

I couldn't help but smile, a big, wide, unfiltered smile. She was happy. Now that I thought about it, I couldn't remember a single other time she'd talked in all caps before. She was really excited, and it made my chest light and airy.

Y/N: YEAH

I shared her excitement. Probably more than she knew.

Wanda<3: I'M

Wanda<3: GOING TO CRY?

I chuckled lightly at her, my affection swelling tangibly in my chest.

Y/N: NO DON'T CRY

Wanda<3: WHAT THE HELL I LOVE YOU

My heart skipped a beat.

Y/N: I LOVE YOU TOO

I didn't hesitate to say that. Not even a bit. But...I think mine had a bit of a different meaning than hers did.

It was the longest flight of my life. Literally, I'd never had to be on a plane for that long, but it also dragged and dragged and dragged. I was antsy. Full of nervous energy that made my hands shake and my heartbeat quicken. I was gonna see her. I was really gonna see her. I was gonna see Wanda. She was so excited. It was the sweetest thing l'd ever seen. She kept listing off stuff we had to do, places we needed to go, things she wanted to show me. She'd text me at random points of the day, telling me how hyped she was, how badly she wanted to see me. She'd even offered to pay me back for part of my ticket, getting playfully mad that I hadn't told her the plan because she would've chipped in, but I refused. It was my idea, not hers, and I wasn't gonna ask for any sort of payment.

The plane landed. My heart was in my throat. I lugged my bags to the front of the airport, my phone being bombarded with texts from her because she knew the time I was supposed to arrive - she'd asked me over and over again just to make sure she'd remember.

I checked my phone. She was there, by the entrance, waiting for me. She'd come to pick me up herself, thinking it ridiculous when I even mentioned the concept of calling a taxi. It was so sweet. She was so sweet, and I knew I shouldn't have expected any less but it was still such a pleasant surprise. I rounded the corner to the entrance of the airport and I looked around. It was crowded - there were a few people with signs looking for their families, cab drivers looking for customers. I scanned the area once, twice, wondering if she'd really membered, checking my texts-until finally, I spotted her.

Oh my god she was even more stunning in person. Literally breathtaking - I couldn't breathe. She stood right next to the entrance, holding a small little piece of notebook paper with my name written on it in big, blocky green letters. My favorite color. There were little stickers on it too, they were hearts and rainbows. Oh my god. She'd made me a sign...?

She spotted me too, and a huge smile spread across her face. It was so big and unfiltered, I'd never seen her even get close to looking this happy, and it made me smile too. She ran up to me, literally running, and in the next second her arms were around me. I let go of my bags and I hugged her as tightly as I could, not trying to restrain myself anymore. Her fingers curled against me and she nuzzled her nose into my neck. Her hair smelt like flowers, her skin was soft, she was warm and the feelings I had for her were so indescribably strong it felt like they were eating me alive, but I wasn't scared of it anymore. They felt right. Like I was supposed to feel them.

"Oh my god I can't believe you're here!!" She exclaimed, her grip on me tightening almost possessively, "You're here, you crazy bitch, you actually came!" I laughed, never wanting to let her go, "I'm here. I'm so glad I'm here." Even though I knew it was real, and I knew that I'd flown all the way here, this somehow still felt like a dream. Like it could dissipate into thin air at any moment, which made me cherish every single second she was in my arms like this.

I loved spending time with her, hearing her talk about her life, her friends, the city, her job, anything and everything. The feelings i already so strongly had only got amplified from this interaction, from actually seeing her gorgeous, breathtaking smile in person, from being able to hold her hand and feel how soft her skin was and how many butterflies I got in my chest when she hugged me. But my mind couldn't help but wander sometimes. Back to that late night, when she was drunk and told me things I'd never forgotten, not even for a second. God, the amount of time I spent wondering if she'd been serious. If she'd really do those things. If I really wanted her to.

She brought me to her favorite park, where there was a pond with ducks and swans you could feed if you wanted. We laid down on the grass and watched the clouds, and that was the first time I dared to hold her hand. Her fingers were long and slender and they didn't hesitate even a second to intertwine seamlessly with mine. She scooted closer to me on the grass, and at one point stopped looking at the sky and instead turned to face me.

"What're you thinking about?" She asked me softly, trailing her thumb gently along the back of my hand and nearly giving me goosebumps. We'd gone silent for a few dragging moments, just content to be with one another.

"I can't believe I'm really here. That you're really here. That you're…even a real person." Part of that last sentiment was from us being online friends for so long, but another part was how gorgeous she was. It was jarring. Almost unbelievable.

How could she even be real..?

She chuckled quietly, moving her hand to instead trail it gently along my arm.

"Well believe it, cuz I'm here.“

I stared at her, getting lost in her eyes and the impossible depth there was there, "My friends were worried you were gonna try to murder me or something." It was true. When l'd mentioned my plan to my college friends they were incredibly concerned, claiming it was some sort of catfish even though I'd talked to Wanda over Skype plenty of times.

She just laughed again, "We'll get to that later, don't worry you're still here for a few more days.“

The days went by faster than I ever could've thought. I'd tried to stay at my hotel, but she'd insisted not to, instead letting me use her roommates room because she'd gone home for break. Her apartment was small and cozy and we wound up spending more time there, just being comfy in pajamas and talking instead of going out on the town like she'd planned originally. We'd talk about anything and everything, for hours on end, totally losing track of all sense of time. I loved it. Those were the things I'd remember most, the things I'd lay awake thinking about. l'd never felt so strongly for someone before. It was my last night there. She was gonna drop me off early at the airport the next morning, and there was a bitterness lingering in my chest that made all the time we spent together that day a bit rough. I think she felt it too.

Sometimes we'd trail off mid conversation and just stare at each other, or she'd reach and clasp my hand without a word and squeeze it extra tight. At what must've been 3 AM, we said goodnight and I headed into my room, shutting the door behind me and changing into pajamas.

I was leaving. I'd had an amazing time, but I wished I could stay longer. I wished I was more bold. I wish I'd tell her how I really felt, and that she felt the same way. I wished. she'd do what she claimed she wanted to that night she was drunk and texted me without thinking. God…I wished.

There was a knock on my door right as I'd planned on getting into bed. It could only be her. What did she want... I got to my feet, having been sitting absentmindedly on my bed and nervously playing with my fingers. When I opened the door, she stood there, changed into her pajamas and looking at me with…a fire behind her eyes I'd never seen there before.

Oh goodness.

She kissed me. She kissed me, and my legs felt like they were going to give way because her lips were soft, because her hands moved forward and slinked beneath the hem of my shirt to rest on my sides, because I could smell her, I could feel her, because her breaths were shorter than normal and because the passion I could feel behind this kiss let me know without her needing to talk that we were going further.

She pushed me backward, laying me down and pinning me to the bed with her weight. I could feel her skin getting hotter and hotter and my head was swimming. She kissed me harder, deeper, her fingernails scraping slightly against my skin and I couldn't help but whimper against her at the slight pain. She heard the noise and repeated the motion, harder. I felt heat rushing between my legs that I'd only ever felt a few times before in my life, all when thinking about her. About what she'd do if we were alone like this. And now it was happening, and my mind could barely process it.

I didn't know what to do with my hands, but all I could think of was how badly I just wanted to touch her. But I was nervous. Still so dreadfully nervous. I reached forward, trembling, and dared to rest them against the bottom of her shirt. God did I want her to take it off. I wanted to see her, all of her. I wondered if she wanted the same thing, but stopped being able to think even a single coherent thought when she snagged my lower lip between her teeth. I moaned, a soft, small sound that she heard and liked. Her nails dug into me hard and my back arched off the bed, yearning to be closer.

When she drew away for just a moment, both of us incredibly out of breath, my eyes fluttered open but they were lidded. Her skin was flush with color and her hair was disheveled and god l'd never seen something so indescribably attractive in my entire life.

"We don't have to..." She whispered to me in a low tone. She wanted me to be sure. I could tell. But her caution was so unnecessary. I made sure to let her know, without a shadow of a doubt,

"No. I want to." I told her breathlessly, the desire so evident in my voice even catching me off guard. The lust behind her eyes only intensified and it gave me goosebumps, "God, I want to…so bad." I moved my hands, circling them around her neck, daring to ever so slightly scrape my nails against the skin there.

She moved closer again and my heart skipped a beat, but she didn't kiss me. Instead her lips quickly found my neck, where she started to kiss and suck and bite, and more heat was rushing between my legs and I was squirming and my vision felt like it was going to blur. I pursed my lips, suppressing a longer moan. Somehow I could tell that she was losing whatever control she had left. She was losing it, and I wanted her to. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted to me. I felt her fingers trail down, tracing along the top of my thin shorts and my hips bucked slightly all on their own. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and she must've been able to feel it from how close we were. I could feel hers. It was just as fast as mine.

"What do you want..?" She whispered lowly right into my ear, teasing my earlobe between her teeth. It felt like I was going to pass out if she didn't do something soon. The heat between my legs was building up and it seemed hard to even breathe.

I clung desperately to her collar, pulling her closer against me as I clenched my eyes tightly shut. I didn't have any inhibitions anymore. No more nerves, no more shyness - all of that was secondary to this intense desire. So I said things I never ever would've pictured myself uttering in my entire life without so much as a second thought, my voice almost not sounding like my own, it was so drenched in audible lust.

"I-I want your fingers, please." The desperation dripping from the request made the air in the room get impossibly dense.

She slinked her fingers past my waistband and gripped it tightly, trailing her tongue ever so slightly along the side of my neck, "Where do you want them?"

Although she asked, she was already pushing my shorts down. My hips rose slightly off the bed, letting her pull them fully off my legs, but god, this teasing. It was killing me. She traced her fingers along my thighs, never bringing them close enough to where I needed them most.

"Fuck, Wanda, I-I...“ A blush finally came to my cheeks at the realization of what I was going to have to say, if she was serious about this. I wasn't sure I'd be able to. That was just so…bad. And I wasn't like that. Right…?

She wasn't joking. She couldn't have been more serious. At my lack of a response she moved her hand further away, instead resting it on my stomach.

"Where?" Her voice was firm, practically just a growl. The heat between my legs got so intense I was almost worried. My back arched again, startled at just how much I loved hearing her talk like that.

Fuck it.

"In me, I-I want them in me, god, please..“ She let out a shaky breath, the way I was begging clearly affecting her. And finally, finally, she pushed aside my underwear and I felt two of her fingers suddenly sliding into me.

Oh my god.

I balled up fistfuls of her shirt, letting out a raw moan that almost hurt my throat, my back arching off the bed and a wave of pure pleasure hitting me so hard I physically jolted. She remained steady somehow, her warm breaths I could still hear next to my ear getting uneven. Her free hand rested at the small of my back, like she was trying to support me, and it was appreciated because it honestly felt like I was about to crumble into nothing.

"There..." She whispered lowly in my ear again, but I almost couldn't hear. I shut my eyes, feeling my hips grinding against the slow pumping of her fingers, my brain practically short circuiting. She was rattled. I could tell, and her next words only solidified it. "God, Baby you're so wet, Jesus…“

I just whimpered from the comment, not knowing what to say.

Of course I was. How could I not be?

I felt her teeth again and the sensation made my heart nearly stop as she bit down hard on my shoulder. She pulled away from the mark she must have left, leaving the spot with a light kiss before returning to my ear and whispering to me again,

"Talk. I want to hear you." She slowed her pace even further when all I wanted was for it to be fast. I wanted it to be harder. faster. I just wanted more. but it felt like I couldn't even talk.

What was I supposed to say?

Without needing to think, words started to leave me, coming from somewhere deep and guttural and primal that I hadn't even known was in me.

"Ahh, Wanda, harder, please…!"

As soon as I'd asked that, she thrust both of her fingers in me abruptly, up to the knuckle, and I couldn't help but cry out, my grip on her tightening so much it must have hurt. She didn't so much as flinch.

She continued with that pace and that intensity and I knew I wasn't going to last long if she kept this up. I was blushing, my chest heaving, my breaths only coming to me in short sharp bursts of sparse inhales, and she could tell. Out of nowhere she started to slow down, moving to whisper to me again, "I want to try something.“

My ears pricked up at her words, even in my incredibly flustered state, "W-what..?" My whole body seemed to deflate when she pulled her fingers from me and I couldn't help but whine at the loss of contact, though my core was throbbing from their removal. I only got even more confused when she drew away from me fully, sitting up on the bed.

Any complaints I may have had were instantly forgotten when she reached and peeled her tight tank top off. She wasn't wearing a bra. My jaw dropped but I couldn't help it, not even trying to hide the reaction. Oh jesus. Her skin was flushed but so flawless and smooth, and I knew it was soft. But I wanted to check.

She was straddling me, and I quickly sat up as well, my lips finding her collarbone in an instant. I kissed the skin there, marvelling at how impossibly soft it turned out to be. My hands moved, tracing circles along it, loving the way that I felt her tense from the way I touched her. Her fingers tangled themselves in the back of my hair, tugging me closer, urging me to do more, and I knew what she was asking without her needing to say another word.

Though I felt my nerves beginning to creep up on me again from how new all of this was, and how I'd never done anything even remotely like this in my life, I didn't hesitate to move toward one of her breasts and kiss it. Her back arched into me

I trailed my hands down, digging my nails into her hips and pulling her closer, feeling like I'd never be close enough, like I could never get enough of her.

She tugged me closer again.

"Right there Y/N…" She didn't need to say anymore, but god, hearing her say my name like that…

I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, flicking my tongue against the sensitive bud, digging my nails further into her skin and hoping that I was leaving marks. I wanted to mark her.

"Mmm.." I heard her groan out, biting her lower lip. looked up at her, revelling in her expression and how desperate she looked. Her waist started to move, and I could feel her grinding herself against me, wanting some sort of friction. I moved one of my hands, slipping it between her legs and daring to rest it there. She was warm, and I could feel a wetness starting to grow even through her shorts.

„Oh fuck…“ She squeaked out, brow crinkled in the middle, eyes closed, "Keep…keep your hand there..." She told me softly, the instruction actually mildly appreciated, because this was all 100% uncharted territory for me.

I moved it ever so slightly and felt one of my fingers brush against a small bud, only for her to yelp adorably and suddenly cling harder to my hair, her grip so tight it nearly hurt, "Ahh…Fuck." Okay, so that was good. I held my hand there, starting to rub slow circles against it, and she just started to totally come apart at the seams. She whimpered and moaned - the sounds of it absolutely addictive to hear. God, I wanted to make her feel good. She kept grinding against my hand, her motions sporadic and so desperate."Fuck, Baby, I-...don't stop, d-don't..." I pressed against the bud with my thumb and she almost screamed, "Oh my god," I felt her whole body clench and I knew I was doing something right.

I moved, kissing along her slender neck softly - a change of pace from everything else I was doing, but wanting to remind her of how deeply I felt for her. I wanted her to know that there was so much more behind this than simple lust, and I was too scared to do it with words, so I just left a trail of feathery kisses along her jawline, putting as much emotion into the simple gestures as I could. She felt it. I could tell she did, because with a trembling, twitching hand, she tilted my head toward her to plant a very light kiss on my temple. My heart was swelling. Was this even real?

Out of nowhere, I felt her body jolt, and she practically collapsed against me. She was shaking and her grip on me tightened, letting out a dragging, strained groan. I held her, letting her ride it out, knowing that she was done.

After she'd calmed down a bit, she drew back and kissed me wordlessly. But it wasn't a light kiss, it was hard. Deep.

Intense. Oh. She was done, but I hadn't finished, and she hadn't at all forgotten that. I already felt myself shaking at the thought of whatever she had in mind.

She broke away, just barely, whispering against my lips,

"Your turn." Before drawing away, she bit my lower lip again, daring to pull slightly on it. My heart was in my throat. She looked at me, her eyes like fire all over again although she was still slightly out of breath.

"Lay down."

I nodded dumbly, the blush that had left my cheeks for only a few seconds now returning in full force. I did as she said, expecting her to climb on top of me again, only for her to stay put. What was she doing…? Oh.

Before I had a chance to question a single thing, her head was between my thighs. I half sat up again, balling up fistfuls of the sheets in efforts to keep myself down, but oh, oh my god. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't feel anything besides her tongue, fuck.

I was squirming but I couldn't help it. She moved her arm, holding me down because my back kept arching and I kept bucking my hips against her from how intense all this was. Her free hand moved to instead rub circles against the same bud I'd touched on her and oh- so that was why she'd finished so fast.

"W-wanda, fuck…" Her tongue moved, slipping fully inside me, and I swear I saw stars. She'd absolutely done this before and I had absolutely no problem with that. My mind flashed back to that text she'd sent me, so late at night when she was drunk: "I want to be your first." Well she'd gotten her wish, and I was so indescribably glad that she was the one to do this. I looked down at her, only to see her eyes open, staring dead at me. Oh my god that was so hot. I could see her tongue moving, her finger still circling against me, and the glint behind her eyes was so…wow. Something flickered behind them and I remembered what she'd said earlier. She wanted me to talk. Honestly I doubted my ability to form a single word, but l'd try for her, if that was what she wanted. I'd do anything she wanted.

I couldn't think of anything besides what she was doing, so that was all I could say.

"I-I, Wanda, god, I-I love your tongue

i-inside me, fuck," I felt myself blushing at what I actually said, but I could see that she liked it. She nodded ever so slightly, her eyes getting darker. My hands held tighter onto the sheets, toes curling, "Keep... keep going, d-don’t you dare stop, aah, that feels…fuck!“

Despite what I said, she abruptly withdrew and I whined, raising an eyebrow but stopping still when I saw the predatory look on her face. Her lips were glistening as she spoke to me in a low, intense tone.

"Tell me to fuck you.“

My heart skipped a beat, my blush spreading to my neck at how bad she was being, but I honestly wasn't surprised.

Wanda was definitely the type to be like this in the bedroom, I just…hadn't really let myself think about this for too long and this wasn't at all prepared for it. But…I wasn't complaining. My voice was weak, but I hated that she stopped, so I forced the words out, "Fuck me..." She edged closer, but didn't make contact. God she was killing me.

"Louder." She was so demanding.

I didn't hesitate, wanting it so bad it felt like I was going to die,

"Fuck me," I made myself speak more clearly, though the words still trembled and sounded so much more like a polite request than a demand.

She inched closer, ever so closer, but still wasn't touching me.

"I want you to scream it." Her nails dug into my inner thigh, leaving a scratch toward my center as she trailed her fingers toward it. Catching me totally off guard, that finger suddenly thrust straight into me, "Scream it."

It was so much easier now that I had that new contact, "Fuck me!" God I hoped her neighbors couldn't hear. If I was being realistic, they probably could. I was really being loud.

"Good Girl." She thrust her finger in deeper, curling it and hitting a spot I hadn't known was there, "Keep going." She told me sternly, leaning forward and circling that same bud with her tongue this time.

"Ahhh, fuck, f-fuck me!" I forced out, the scream nearly hurting my throat from how raw it was. I felt her nod in approval again, adding a second finger, curling them both. I rose from the bed. feeling like I was going to fly off into space, "…fuck me, Wanda, don't stop, fuck me..." Her tongue flicked against that bud and her fingers kept going, pulling all the way out before being thrust hard all the way back in, and I was fading fast. I could feel it.

"W-wanda, I-I'm, I-I..." I didn't know what to say, but I could barely talk anymore. My vision was blurring, my heart was beating so hard and fast I was scared I'd have a heart attack, it suddenly seemed like the hardest thing in the world just to get a breath in, and I knew I was close. She nodded against me but didn't stop. And suddenly it all just hit me at once, and it felt like I was flying, and I felt everything but went numb all at once, and I couldn't think a single thing besides how much I felt for her. And it was so much.

She slowed all of her movements, pulling her hand away, her tongue stopping. She was out of breath and she was blushing, her hair messed up and disheveled. She tried to smooth it down with slightly trembling hands, sitting back up and letting out a long breath.

"God..." She wiped at her lip with her thumb, looking up at me and the absolute mess I still was. She crawled back up to be at my side, laying with me and resting her hand gently on my chest.

I turned my head to look at her, still trying and failing to catch my breath and even remotely compose myself, "I am…" I edged closer, making sure she stared straight into my eyes when I spoke,

"so glad you decided to do that."

She just giggled adorably, closing the space between us to plant a soft, incredibly emotional kiss on my lips. I kissed her back, trying to show her how much I felt, how intensely I felt all those things, wishing more than anything that I just had the courage to tell her out loud. Her hand on my chest trailed up to instead trace along my jaw.

When she broke away, she was already whispering to me,

"And I'm so glad that you're here..." She paused, leaving me in suspense, because I could tell there was something else she wanted to say. What was it...? "Because..." There was the slightest tinge of fear to her voice. My eyes opened although hers were still closed. She was blushing,

"ahh fuck it, you're leaving tomorrow." She drew away slightly, opening her eyes to stare deeply at me.

"What is it...?" I asked, my voice soft and reflecting how worried I was. Whatever she was about to say was going to make or ruin my life, I just knew it.

She smiled ever so slightly, "I really really like you. In case you couldn't already tell, you know, from..." She gestured vaguely toward me, "...that." The blush on her cheeks intensified, and I couldn't believe that the girl who had just told me to "tell her to fuck me" was now embarrassed about confessing her feelings.

What?? And why was it the cutest thing I'd ever seen in my life?

Her nervousness was so incredibly endearing and also so unnecessary. To show her that, I leaned forward, kissing her with everything I had, smiling the entire time. She smiled too. God I'd never been this happy in my whole life.

She pulled back first, "So…. do you...?"

"Yes. Wanda I've been head over heels for you for months." didn't feel any need to hide it anymore. I wanted to be as real with her as possible, I wanted to be 100% honest, because god, I felt closer with her than I ever had with anyone. She smiled so wide and it was so genuine, I just... I was really, really whipped,

"Wow, I'm..." She laughed, shaking her head back and forth, "God, I'm…. so happy? I-I…." Her hands moved, resting on my sides and pulling me closer, "I'm gonna say something crazy, okay….?"

I nodded, "Okay." I couldn't stop smiling either.

"I think I'm in love with you." She whispered it, like it was a secret, which I guess it was. God she seemed so uncertain about confessing that. But she shouldn't. Because I'd been thinking the same exact thing for months Just when I'd thought I couldn't possibly be happier, she dropped that on me. Somehow things felt like they were just.perfect, and could never be wrong again, as long as I had her. I tightened my grip on her, pulling her impossibly closer.

"I think I'm in love with you too."

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Wanda Maximoff ~ Meeting Expectations

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dark!Wanda X fem!Reader

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Warnings: coercion, non-con/dub-con, unwanted telepathy and hints of mind control, obsessive behaviour, mommy kink, public teasing, fingering, degrading, praise, somnophilia, oral, strap on use

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It was around mid autumn when you finally got to visit your sister. Although you kept in frequent contact, your visits to see each other were few and far between due to the redhead’s unpredictable job that weaved itself deeply into her general life. So when Natasha invited you to come stay at the compound for a couple weeks, you leapt at the opportunity and found yourself on the next train to Manhattan where Happy awaited you.

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Retrospect | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10,014

Warnings: Karen!Wanda Maximoff, Smut, Slight Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Past Abuse, Punishments, Age Play, Slight Pet Play, Humiliation, Praise, Degradation, Dub-Con, Toxic Relationships, Squirting Strap-Ons, Forced Breeding, Anal Sex, Double-Penetration, Dirty Talk, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Sadism | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Moments shared between you and your beloved Wanda — a woman who can easily turn cold at the slight feeling of disorder.

“What is it that you want again?”

The words made you shudder, your mind growing heavily hazy as you looked around you. The stress of numerous eyes gawking at you, staring down at the overalls you wore alongside untied Converse shoes, made it difficult to speak. You could only attempt to gulp down the knot of fear in your throat, but it never budged.

A hand squeezed your own bringing you back to reality. You turned and were faced with numerous options, but the small stuffed unicorn clung to your chest never helped. No matter how much you were shaken and called, you didn’t find it in you to respond.

“Y/N, use your words. What do you want to eat?” came the voice again, which each second shedding more of its patience.

“I, uhm,” you bit your bottom lip. “I can order it myself, Wanda. It’s okay.” Waltzing forward you hid the unicorn behind your back, smiling fondly at the employee that sat across the counter. “I’ll just have the chicken nuggets and fries with, uh, orange juice I guess.”

The woman beside you frowned, but she kept her mouth shut. She was there to make life easier for you. To be the one to step forth and take control that you rid yourself of. Of course it was impossible to do such a thing when you refused to give up. Stubbornness as something which could forever land you in a world of pain.

“I can order my own food,” you told her without a question being pegged. “I’m a big girl.”

Beneath her breath, Wanda was furious. Her hands turned into fists as she held yours with immense strength. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Such a low sound couldn’t be heard from the insistent chatting across the restaurant. Wanda had been the one who piped up to your playroom, dragging you off the desk where you studied for your midterms for a midday meal. She knew of your overwhelming stress per semester. It was difficult to talk to you while you rushed through the wave of assignments, let alone get you out of your room unless it was for a class. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t get you to relax for once until it was far too late.

Deciding to drop it, Wanda let out a deep breath. It was meant to be a lovely time the two of you spent, the first in weeks at that. Although desperately missing you, she didn’t dare vocalize such a thing. Surely she was there to carry you through only the toughest times, but the mere act of her being the one to express her emotions was far too unlikely to occur – it was what her mother ingrained in her mind during childhood, a wall Wanda couldn’t easily tear down.

“Go take a seat for me, baby. Find us a table,” she instructed. “Mommy will bring the food in a second.”

Cheeks turned pink as you noticed the employee at the front counter frowned before looking back and forth between you and Wanda. No matter how comfortable she was with it, you couldn’t help but shudder each time your girlfriend dared spew said honorifics in public. It was already bad enough that you had to be stared down over your colorful outfits, holding her hand, and a stuffed animal she never failed to bring out for you. Comfort was left at home, humiliation was brought in public.

Plopping yourself down on an empty table, you hugged your stuffed animal close. Wanda had gotten it for your birthday – Honey she called it. The small mythical animal brought you great joy, especially comfort when the older woman wasn’t around.

Not long passed before Wanda calmly walked towards you, nodding with amusement at your choice of sitting by the playground. She knew how desperately you wished to go in, to have the freedom you never held as a child, but you weren’t allowed to do so. Perhaps for the holidays she’d surf the web in search of a playground for the house – only then the two of you could enjoy yourselves in the privacy of your home.

Placing the tray over the table, Wanda took her seat beside you, not across. She was quiet when carrying out her ritual: eating utensils on her right, the drinks on her left, and food pristinely placed in the middle. While she was not one for such grease-ridden meals, Wanda would eat all the unhealthy burgers for your sake.

“You didn’t let me order for you,” she casually commented while preparing your food. There was a small cardboard crown she placed atop your head, holding your chin for a second to inspect the newfound member of royalty. With insecurities seeping through the cracks each day, Wanda’s adoration of your appearance – of you – did a wonderful job in growing your confidence.

Shrugging, you shook your head. “Yeah I just thought it would be better that way.”

“Oh really? I thought you were my small puppy. Don’t you need mommy to help you do such big things? You’re so tiny, barely able to fend for yourself without me.” She chuckled, reaching out to hover over the mess of chicken nuggets on the table. Wanda grabbed one before dipping it in barbecue sauce and holding it out for you. “Here, let me feed you, sweetheart. I know you think of yourself as this highly confident adult, but deep down we both know you’re nothing but a tiny baby bear. Now open up for me, my love.”

Giving the packed restaurant a once-over, you shook your head once more knowing she wouldn’t be pleased. “Not here, Wanda. We’re in public.”

Wanda wasn’t stupid. She knew of your deep-ridden discomfort, mostly stemming from the fear of being different from others, of being ridiculed in public for everyone’s amusement. It brought on a sadness that remained hidden behind closed doors because at the end of the day, she loved you for your differences from others.

She wasn’t a patient person, but for you she could try. “Baby you really have to stop calling me that. Remember your place as mommy’s little one.”

“But-”

“No buts, dear. Open up for mommy,” she mumbled sweetly. The glint in her eyes led you to believe she wouldn’t easily give up, so against your better judgment you did as you were told. “Good puppy. There we go, now that wasn’t so hard, huh?”

Normally the taste of such a deliciously greasy food makes you salivate, but with a sight garnered from the corner of your eye, you spit it all out only seconds later. It made you feel bad, of course it did. Wanda was trying her best and you holding off information wasn’t helping. She took offense to your actions with a face morphing into one of anger, frowning as she held herself back from making a scene. After having taken the day off simply to watch out for you, you thought the least you could do was not rid yourself of the meal she bought.

“Now why would you do that, mutt?” Wanda grumbled. She didn’t care to mask the anger in her, her features scrunching up with disgust. “Mommy bought you this and you will thank me for it, not throw it all out.”

“Thank you,” you sagged your head down. “Sorry. I just…” your eyes flashed to someone at the line. “That’s Kate. I used to go to high school with her and I…don’t want her to see me like this.”

High school was never a time of great joy for you. Those tediously long hallways packed with students who either gawked at you or ignored your existence were ones you did not miss. Each day was torturous to so much as leave your bed. Although not lovely, you were more than happy and proud of yourself for getting through it. Never did you wish to encounter any of your previous classmates. At the very least Kate was someone who you felt neutral towards, and yet didn’t wish for her to see you in such a way.

“Like what?” Wanda tilted her head with confusion.

“Like a…baby.”

“But you are a little baby, aren’t you?” You shook your head. “Yes, darling. That’s exactly what you are. Now be a good girl and open up.”

“No Wanda I-”

You didn’t prepare yourself to have Wanda grab your jaw and squeeze harshly when you refused to do as she said. She pried your mouth open, nails digging into your skin leaving marks you’d surely wear with pride. For months your mommy had made sure to train you so that misbehavior wasn’t even humored in your mind. Days were spent with punishments planted on you, knees sore after minutes of kneeling on rice, mouth being washed with soap after having cussed her out, and your body enduring the utmost pain in the name of obedience training.

Leaning close, Wanda’s fury was stricken over her features. “Listen to me, you dumb little whore. You are going to eat your food whether you like it or not, and mommy will feed it to you. There are no questions asked. I don’t care if the Pope himself walks in. You do as mommy says and that’s it. Stop being such an ungrateful brat and eat your fucking food.”

Words were accented by Wanda shoving a french fry inside your mouth, getting you to chew it with a hand guiding your jaw. There were hums of approval at the fresh tears having formed in your eyes. She didn’t dare think of the curious patrons of the restaurant who stared at her before looking down at their food. Everyone knew and feared Wanda Maximoff.

Once you ate enough of the mixture of fries and nuggets, Wanda grabbed your juice box. She brought the straw to your lips, smirking widely as you wrapped them around it and sucked. You’d behave until your arrival at home where she’d punish you. For now, you could enjoy lunch by her side.

At the first taste of the juice you pulled back and grimaced with apprehension. “I don’t want it.”

“Baby I will not repeat myself-”

“That’s apple juice,” you pointed at the box, shuddering at the grotesque taste in your mouth. “I wanted orange juice. I told the guy and everything. I don’t like-”

Wanda sighed. Attempting to keep her composure was improbable with a brat at the table and incompetence at the counter. Gripping the juice carton, she rose from the seat. “Sit still, puppy. Mommy will be right back.”

The walk was one you knew very well. Typically it was reserved for high-stress situations that mostly occurred in public. Wanda wouldn’t look back for a second before setting off on her journey, her back straightened out with every inch of her appearance perfectly put in place – at times you mistook her for a model from only the most gracious magazines. It was something to be feared as with all the confidence and animosity in the world she focused on waltzing towards the counter.

Throwing the juice box on the surface, Wanda growled. “Excuse me, sir. I believe you mistakenly gave me the wrong juice box. I would appreciate it if I could have the right one.”

“I can’t do that,” the man at the counter replied. You couldn’t help but stare at the scene – your fear growing as Wanda stood directly beside Kate. No matter how much you tried to gulp down the knot of anxiety in your throat, the tight collar around your neck with a tag that read ‘mommy’s puppy’ made it hard to do so.

“I ordered orange juice, not this monstrosity.”

“But ma’am you already opened it,” he tried fighting back.

“I don’t care. Get me another one or get me your manager.” She tilted her head dangerously slow, her short red hair cascading down and only adding onto the sinister, snide look on her face. “Now!”

The entire restaurant had heard, but they were all far too afraid to turn towards Wanda. Even the employee shuddered under such a tone, nodding before immediately setting off to do as he was told. Time stood still until an orange juice box was dropped before Wanda who, with hostility present, snagged it off before walking away without another word. If there was a time for the ground to open up and swallow you, that was it.

“Here, princess.” The serene nature of her voice was a complete change from the fury she displayed at the counter. “We’ll discuss this better at home. Now be a good girl for mama and open your mouth.” You did as she said, ignoring the burning sensation over your cheeks as she tugged at your collar to ensure it was tightly placed before opening the juice. “Good girl. Now behave for me. We’re not getting ice cream anymore because you were bad, but we both know that I wan worsen your punishment if you keep acting like a stupid dog. Listen to mommy for once.”

Kate didn’t dare look your way as you were quietly fed your food by your mommy, who smiled and proudly praised you each time you downed more of your meal. All the comfort you could garner came from Honey and Wanda’s free hand that you held onto. The two of them were the only thing you needed in life – mommy had been sure enough to always remind you of such a thing.

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Upon your arrival at home you shuddered in the backseat of the car. Wanda’s eyes had flickered from the road to the rearview mirror time and time again, a part of her stricken with guilt over the punishment you’d receive. She’d made sure to tone it down a bit, at the very least making it somewhat enjoyable. Surely she garnered joy from making you feel pain under her hand, but sometimes you deserved to be treated with the love and support you never got.

Wanda opened the door for you when she parked in the driveway, grabbing your hand to help you step out of the vehicle before guiding you to the path that led towards the front door. The silence she clung to always made your heart race. She wasn’t happy with your behavior, you knew that much. Mommy didn’t stay quiet unless she remained pensive inside, gears in her brain racing to find the perfect way to discipline you.

“You go get ready in your playroom, darling,” Wanda finally spoke behind the closed door. “I want you to take off your clothes but keep the collar on. You can have Honey while we have our big girl playtime. Just be sure you’re laying on your back, okay? Mommy loves looking at her little mutt no matter how bad you’ve been.” Lightly slapping your backside, Wanda hummed. “Off you go, princess.”

Doing what she said brought you peace of mind. For the past few months she learned to grow less volatile, to leave her anger outside the house and shower you with comfort. It worked for the most part to compose herself, to have you do as you were told while she took a few breaths by herself, humming with comfort until her heart rate wasn’t exhilarated any longer. For your sake Wanda would do anything.

She was more than pleased after having strode through the empty hallways, tugging at her clothes with the clicking of her heels disappearing as she took them off. The sight of you naked over the bed met her, nothing covering your body let alone for the pink collar stricken over your neck and your unicorn that you hugged close covering your chest. Humming, Wanda allowed herself to enjoy such a deliciously innocent sight. She tilted her head, prancing forth like a lioness ready to devour a gazelle.

“Tell me what you did wrong, my love,” she spoke softly, hands coming to rest at your inner thighs that she parted when crawling over the bed. “I know it’s hard for a little one like you, but mommy needs you to use your words.”

“I was bad. I was really, really bad,” you sniffled, not letting any tears fall down knowing mommy didn’t like cry-babies. “I didn’t listen to mommy and tried to be big when I wasn’t. ‘M a little puppy. Mommy knows better than me. I disrespected you and I-”

Noticing you grew flushed with emotion, Wanda pressed her index finger against your lips. “I know, princess. You misbehaved and now it’s time to punish you for it. You’re already being such a good girl again. If you keep this up, then maybe you won’t sleep in your playroom or at the foot of the bed tonight.”

“Thank you, mommy. I love you.”

The genuine smile on her features made your stomach churn with butterflies. “I love you too, my puppy. Now open up and let mommy touch. I know my baby will take her punishment so well. My obedient pup…”

A ghost-like touch over your dripping cunt, oozing with juices since you rubbed your thighs together at the restaurant when watching Wanda lose control, made your back arch with need. It was a thumb that drew itself up and down your slit merely grazing your wetness. Although against such teasing demeanors, you knew it was all part of the punishment. Mommy could do what she wished and you’d thank her.

Your clit was pressed against with a surprising harshness that made your eyes boggle. It was a strength Wanda reserved for you – one that brought you down with eased and forced you to take every aspect of her torture whether you liked it or not. After all, it was well-deserved. The flicks over your bundle of nerves, angry swipes, were nothing compared to her typical brute force.

“Inside,” you begged, face hidden behind the stuffed animal’s fur as your legs shuddered. Your cunt was gaping, practically pleading for mercy from the older woman. She couldn’t give up her hold over you, but it was worth a try. “Please, mommy. Inside.”

“Oh no, no, baby. Mama’s not going inside today. You just let me play with your princess parts the way I want to, alright?” The feigned sweet tone soon turned bitter as she slapped her hand over your aching pussy, drawing a loud yelp from your squirming self. “Mommy’s cumslut needs to learn some fucking manners, doesn’t she?” You nodded dumbly at that. “That’s what I thought. Now don’t be stupid and take what I give you. You’ll thank me for so much as touching this desperate pussy. So adorably wet and puffy for mommy.”

A few more smacks were thrown over your apex for good measure, each of them making Wanda’s beam much wider. She leaned in to soothe the midst of pain and pleasure that you resided within, lips tenderly kissing your pussy that was tortured by the palm of her hand. Nuzzling her face against you, she hummed.

“You taste so good for me, little one.” You only whined in return, forcing amusement out of Wanda. “I know it hurts, angel, but it’ll get a lot worse. Just know that you deserve this for misbehaving. Don’t forget you brought this on yourself.”

What felt like torturous hours passed with Wanda between your legs, her lips merely ghosting over your cunt, teasing your dripping slick with her saliva. Fingers prodded at your clit, pinching, pressing, and engulfing it with only the utmost amount of delicious pain she could muster. Teeth grazed you, eyes widening at the feeling as you looked down with fear. Rather than sink down on your sensitive bud, your partner slapped it before maintaining a steady rhythm stimulating it.

The rigor she put you through was not easy to endure, but for the sake of her approval you’d do whatever it took. Alternating between slapping and tenderly pinching your clit before swirling a fingertip over it, Wanda enjoyed every second of it. For a moment you even presumed she’d been drooling all over, salivating as she looked down to be me with the glorious sight of you making a mess on the bed, legs shaking as she couldn’t help but love the pain she exerted on your frail body.

Never did Wanda stop until she found herself sated, your orgasm nearing as she merely had to focus on your bundle of nerves leaving you empty. She knew it was coming – the scrunched up look your face found alongside the insistent shivers let her know. While having an adorable expression coming to play, she couldn’t give you the benefit of a reward.

For tediously long minutes Wanda did the same. She walked away when you neared your orgasm, but as soon as your breathing was in check once again, she tortured your clit more and more. It was your fault, you knew that much, and yet with each bout of edging you found yourself bawling your eyes out until she found it in her to offer you mercy.

“Little whore,” she angrily muttered, hand slapping itself on you one last time before she pulled back. “Oh baby I bet it feels so icky down there, huh? That’s what you get for being a bad puppy. You have to be good for your owner, understand?” Leaning forward between your legs, Wanda used a hand coated with your slick to cup your face and pull it up. “Only then will mommy give you prizes.”

Rather than push you off the bed and into the bathroom, Wanda enjoyed your body for a bit – the toy she owned. Perverted hands groped your breasts, squeezing them tight as she elicited groans of fulfillment. She could smack them around, your nipples growing erect by the mixture of cold and heightened arousal. But of course she took ownership of them as well. Without shame your partner pinched your hardened buds, tugging at them with a sadistic drive you knew very well.

“I’m really sorry, mommy,” you cried, but Wanda didn’t care. “I pinky promise I’ll be a good girl from now on. ‘M not gonna make you sad.”

A strong hand encircled itself upon your neck, guiding you up while choking you with might. “You better,” Wanda spat with disgust at your behavior. “Otherwise I’ll have to remind you again of what happens when you keep misbehaving.”

The faint scars on your skin burned bright red as you remembered the sharp knife that tore through you. Wanda had left you a bloody mess that day after you continuously drove her up the wall for a week straight. Knowing such a treatment could return made your heart stop.

“Now come here, baby. It’s time for bath time with mommy.” The smirk she gave you was almost maniacal, eyes glinting with a darkness you enjoyed. She helped you off the bed, leaving Honey behind with hesitation and the promise of rubber ducks in the bathtub to play with. “You took your punishment well, my love. Mommy is very proud of you for that. Time to get you all cleaned up before your nap.”

Wanda took a bath with you, holding you tight as she ran her hands through your body cleaning every inch of skin she found. You were eventually wrapped up in a towel before the unicorn onesie coated your body. The older woman found it impossible to keep her joy held back as she tucked you into bed with fresh sheets, the other ones to be taken to the washing machine.

The one thing that helped you drift off to sleep was a forehead kiss, your stuffed animal clung to your chest as Wanda hovered from above.

“Sleep tight, darling,” she hummed with lips that lingered over your skin. “Mama will be right here when you wake up.”

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Movie nights were a calm ordeal at Wanda’s house, especially when her children weren’t around. She was able to, for once, plop herself down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, your head laying on her lap as she fed you treats time and time again. It was a peace neither of you were used to, and yet you adored it to the very end.

Well, at least until your phone began buzzing insistently – a sound that quickly alerted Wanda with suspicion.

“You’re pretty popular tonight,” Wanda casually commented on the quiet Friday night. After a long week of your classes and tedious hours she spent at work, it was necessary to snuggle on the couch and enjoy the other’s presence. Eyeing your phone in your hands that you unlocked, she frowned. “Who’s that?”

You shrugged, not thinking much of it as you typed a quick message. “It’s Kate,” came your reply. “That girl from high school. I looked her up after the whole restaurant situation and reached out to catch up. We’re going to get some dinner tomorrow after she gets off work. I’ll be nice to talk to her again.”

“That’s a nice thought, princess. At what time should I get ready?” Wanda asked as she popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth, her eyes flickering between the movie and your phone with a newfound irrational fear.

“Oh it’s just me and here, Wanda,” you told her. “I just…haven’t seen her in awhile. I wanna go alone and have some fun without you. Sometimes you can be a bit too much in public and stuff.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you grimaced. Pain flashed over Wanda’s eyes, the gulp she gave out being much more forced and heavy. “I don’t want to scare her off.”

“I can be too much?” The raised eyebrows let you know that she tried her best to keep her anger back. “Pray tell, when has that happened?”

“Like, every day,” you couldn’t back down even if your words were driven by fear. “This week we had the whole meltdown at the restaurant and last week it was all about that lady who said she liked my outfit at the grocery store. You instantly thought she wanted to sleep with me.”

“Well you can’t exactly blame me for that. You’re beautiful!”

“See, that’s not the point. You just have these public outbursts that are sometimes embarrassing. I’m a big girl!” You sat up at that, the movie, one of your favorites, being ignored as you gave her your full attention. “I don’t mind wearing my collar in public or when you call yourself…mommy. I do have a problem with you not being able to control your emotions in front of others. Didn’t your mom ever teach you? I’ve never met the lady but you must be exactly like her because-”

Before you could finish your rant, Wanda interjected. “I am not my mother.”

“But Wanda-”

“There are no ‘buts.’” Her voice grew louder, and for a moment you swore it broke. “I am not my mother!”

“I guess I wouldn’t know since you’ve never asked me to meet her,” you shot back. “I bet she doesn’t like that her daughter is so controlling every fucking time.”

It was the anger that got to you, the frustration and exhaustion from the week that took a toll on your body. You didn’t mean the words, and yet the venom radiated in them wasn’t something you could easily ask for forgiveness. Wanda never dared mention her family apart from Pietro who she casually brought up here and there. There was a reason for the way she grew silent whenever you mentioned your own parents, one that eventually she’d tell you in her own time and comfort.

Immediately the guilt washed over you, but you couldn’t apologize before Wanda’s anger struck at the nerve.

A mighty hand reached out to your ear, grabbing it harshly. She squeezed until you cried, forcing you off the couch and across the living room with a fury you had yet to see. Wanda shook, her body forcing itself to forget the words and enjoy the night, but her mind being far too overwhelmed with her internal turmoil.

“You ungrateful little brat. I give you everything and this is how you repay me?” Wanda yelped, opening the front door and making her way out into the pitch-black night. “Don’t you ever dare talk about my mother. I can’t believe a mutt like you would dare disrespect your mommy. Stupid whore.”

Wanda threw you onto the porch, hands turned to fists as her face scrunched up with frustration. She held herself back, and as she stared down at you with a searing sensation in her heart, all she was was herself. The confusion stricken over your features was one she had long felt in her childhood. Once upon a time it had been her who was thrown out into the front steps of the house. Only then her mother hadn’t dared look back, whereas Wanda’s guilt was clear.

In that moment all that crossed Wanda’s mind was to run. From her life, from her past, and from you. You were right of course. Her volatile nature was to be despised, to be hidden in the depths of her home away from the public eye. The gears in her head turned as her hold of your ear loosened, her chest heaving with a deep ache.

“I’m so sorry I-” Hands went to her face, covering her mouth with lips that quivered. “Oh my god baby.”

You were at a loss for words, but as soon as she attempted to lean down and reach you, you flinched back.

“Baby…” Wanda muttered.

“Is everything alright?”

As a voice appeared, the two of you turned to the sidewalk. There stood another redhead holding a frown. She was curious, her head tilted as she eyed you on the floor. The dreaded neighbor which Wanda hated the most stepped forth, and that is when Natasha set the whole world on fire.

“I, uhm, sorry I fell actually,” you quickly lied. “We were too loud?”

“A bit, yes,” Natasha sheepishly smiled. “You look a bit pale, Y/N. Are you cold, honey? I was just finishing my walk and getting ready to make some hot chocolate for the kids. You can come over if you’d like.”

Wanda tensed up at that, but the words allowed you to relax. You knew you’d have to talk to her about it eventually. For the time being you merely settled on rising from the ground and ignoring your girlfriend as she reached out.

“Yeah that would be fun actually.”

Natasha was pleased at the answer, nodding to Wanda who remained stuck in place. “Would you like to join us, Wanda? There’s enough for everyone.”

There was no response as Wanda shrugged off her greatest fears and left them on the porch. She shook her head, walking back to leave you and Natasha along with a door closing between the two of you. It was rare for her to remain speechless as she fell limp against the closed surface, tears peering through her eyes with an anger still residing deep in her stomach.

“Let’s go, honey,” Natasha grabbed your hand and led you on. “It’s getting cold out here. I wouldn’t want you to freeze up, malyshka.”

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The house was quiet when you arrived, the door having been left open with Wanda denouncing any care she had for her safety. The emptiness across the dimly-lit halls mirrored the one you held in your chest. Even the cracking of the wooden boards beneath your feet didn’t do much to dissuade your sadness.

“Wanda?” You called out, but there was nothing. “Baby?”

Rising up the stairs, you mused that she could be asleep, but then again Wanda found it impossible to relax if you weren’t there by her side. At times she would be caught in your playroom snuggling with Honey, imagining that it was you rather than a lifeless stuffed animal.

You skipped the bedroom knowing that if Wanda were truly upset with herself she wouldn’t dare give herself the benefit of enjoying her own bed. Instead she’d drown in her guilt while sprawled over the bed in the playroom. And that is exactly how you found her in the fetal position with Honey clung against her chest. All cried out, Wanda merely waited for you to come back to her.

“Hey, Wanda?” You were nervous, eyes falling to the floor as the figure in the bed sat up. Even from your peripheral view you could see the darkness in her. You’d gladly allow Wanda to use you if it meant she’d feel better. “Mommy?”

“Back so soon already, mutt? And here I thought our dear or friend Natasha would take her time fucking you,” she growled. Rising from the bed, the woman depicted the clear image of disgust towards what she believed to be true. “I bet you liked it, whore.”

“That’s not what-”

“Oh, save it. You and I both know that she wants what she can’t have – my property. Tell me, how did she do it? I bet she could never stuff you the way mommy can,” Wanda mumbled. She shifted towards you, the thin satin robe she wore carrying a small bulge upon it. You gulped at the sight of it, eyes drifting to the bedside table where a half-empty bottle of lube lay. “Are you hungry for mommy’s cock, princess? Did she leave you wanting more?”

By then you didn’t have the energy to fight Wanda, instead nodding dumbly as she stepped in your general vicinity. A hand rested on your hip, the slight touch throwing lighting all over your body. It drifted up your front, fingers exploring your stomach, heaving chest, and only stopping when she cupped the side of your face.

Wanda’s head tilts never fail to make your heart skip a beat. “Kneel for your queen,” she ordered, hand forcing you down. “Time to show you what happens when people try to take what’s mine.”

You were breathless as the robe was tugged open to reveal a large strap-on nestled upon Wanda’s hips. It was a new toy, you knew that much. Never had you seen one as big as that, much less had it in you. Knowing your girlfriend, she wouldn’t let you rest until you took it inside all your holes.

“Here’s mommy’s cock, slut. Time for us to have some fun,” she devilishly smirked. “Open up. Be a good puppy and take my special popsicle.”

Doing as you were told was without a doubt the best decision you could make even if eyeing the dildo with hesitation. Gulping down your knot of fear, you leaned in. Your tongue gave a quick swipe, flattening itself over the tip of the bulbous dark red cock. Gripping it, you found the silicone object to be heavy. Wanda wasn’t one to half-ass anything – she’d claim you once again whether you liked it or not.

Lips wrapped themselves around the thick head. While sucking lightly you flicked your tongue up and down, Wanda’s noises of arousal making it easy for you to carry out your ministrations. She grabbed the back of your head to guide you forth, her dick sliding into your mouth as you gargled over it. Saliva oozed from your lips and onto her length, the natural lubricant making it easy for her to ease in and out.

“There’s my little cock sucker. You look so good on your knees for me,” Wanda said. She pulled out her wet cock from your mouth, taking the opportunity to slap it over your flushed cheeks and lips. Swirling it over your mouth, she laughed – mocking you was far too easy and delicious to ignore. “Take my dick, you stupid bitch. You’re nothing but a cock addicted dog. A dumb puppy who needs mommy special treat, huh?”

Choking over her fat cock, you nodded. You had to relax your throat in order to allow her in and out. It was far too large to the point you had to be properly stretched out for her to so much as thrust all the way inside. Wanda couldn’t care less if you gargled all over her toy. If you grew sore from the torture then so be it. You needed to be disciplined in the best way she knew how to.

Placing her hands at each side of your head, the older woman hummed. She didn’t give you a warning, not that you deserved one, before beginning to pump herself in your throat. Wanda grunted, her own face flushed with desire as she fucked your mouth desperately. You couldn’t do much but accept your fate, lips left parted as she destroyed the last bit of sanity that lay in you.

“You’re nothing without me. Stupid bitch thinks she can go ahead and whore herself out to anyone. You’re fucking pathetic.” The gargles of pain and pleasure she received from you were exquisite. “You’ll never find anyone like me. I’m your owner, always.” The hits your body had garnered since dating her were proof of that even if faint over your skin. “You better show me some respect. Worship your god, little messiah, and take my fucking treat.”

Wanda squeezed her dick only slightly. It was enough for a few drops of white to spew from its languid tip, not enough to empty the dildo out but still give you what you required: proper cleansing.

“Swallow,” she commanded while shoving her length deep in your mouth. “Now.”

It was exactly what you did. Every single drop of cum you tasted happily before swallowing. The sweet taste from the fake seed made you hum with happiness, eyelids growing heavier as you focused on the feeling of your throat being fucked harshly. The humiliation of it all, the playroom’s window uncovered with no curtains in sight, in the perfect view of Natasha’s house, drove you mad.

Once you tasted what she gave you, Wanda pulled back – but of course not before forcing herself inside again, making you let out a stifled wail mixed with a groan, before moving back. You let the dildo go with a ‘plop’, your lips swollen and wet as you looked up with a growing arousal pooling between your legs.

A powerful hand violently grabbed your face and forced you to look at Wanda in the eye. “Such a dumb cumdump. Get on your hands and knees in bed. It’s time for mommy to turn you into a brainless breeding bitch.”

Scrambling to your feet, you followed the orders. The mattress was soft against your hands and knees unlike the hardwood floor. Your breathing quickened as Wanda danced across the room casually shedding her robe, leaving her wearing nothing but the strap-on on her waist as she reached out for the bottle of lube. Moving over the bed, she let out a sigh of relief. It had been long since she let out all her macabre inhibitions – since she took out all her anger and frustrations out on your frail, innocent body.

With the lubricant sleeping on the bed sheets, her nimble fingers urged the layers off your skin. She tore at your clothes, not caring about its livelihood as she took it all off and threw it on the floor. You’d be sure to pick it up later on to ensure her mood remained relaxed and not as volatile as it appeared.

Drops of lubricant were squirted over her cock, a hand jerking itself up and down to fully spread it around. That same cool material landed on your backside. Your puckered hole, one she had only spread a handful of times, was stimulated by an infuriated fingers that rubbed itself around. You could already feel the wondrous manner in which the new toy claimed you. It would hurt, but then again you’d love it – pain was truly delicious.

Sliding herself against your ass, Wanda swirled her wet cock over you. She alternated between her fingers and dildo, the two of them working to help you relax enough so that you could take it all. Regardless of how much she cared for your well-being, the woman was far too exhilarated and desperate to begin.

You didn’t get so much as a warning as she eased herself in your tight hole whereas all Wanda received was a loud scream heard from across the nation.

“Mommy!” You cried. Hands turned to fists over the sheets, holding onto them for dear life as a means to ground yourself. You weren’t surprised when a sharp pain landed on your backside, one of your cheeks being hit with anger. “I’m sorry I-”

“Shut up. I never gave you permission to speak,” she accented her words by digging her long nails into your back, dragging them down for long enough to leave scarlet lines in her wake. “Don’t you dare say another word unless I tell you to. Otherwise I won’t hesitate to gag that stupid mouth of yours.”

For what felt like eons she tortured your body. Every inch of your skin was hit, her anger getting the best of her as she unleashed only days of wrath out into the open. Her hips slammed against your own, the fake cock stretching out your previously tight hole loosening it easily. Tears sprung from your eyes, but you wouldn’t dare let them be known by her unless you wished to be mocked.

Wanda looked down at your back in a frenzy, her reddened eyes relaxing as they saw red bruises forming all over your skin. She didn’t wish to give you the benefit of looking at her. Only good girls got to see mommy, and you have been nothing but bad.

A steady rhythm was set with Wanda’s shaky breaths. She didn’t focus on any of the distractions around the room – not the mountain of stuffed animals in a set by the corner, the messy desk where you finished all your assignments, or the closet full of outfits she meticulously bought to perfect her doll. All that mattered was you. Well, destroying you to be fair.

“Mommy’s cumrag,” she breathed out. Her nostrils were fueled by the stench of sex that drove her to the brink of insanity. “My anal whore. Oh baby you’ll never fucking leave me again. I’ll turn you into the perfect doll for me to play with and you’ll love every second of it.”

She wasn’t wrong. Even with all the animalistic thrusts, the mannerisms that clung to her insecure unstable personality, you still adored the sadistic treatment. No matter how many times she roughly hit you, her cock sliding in and out of your ass with an erratic hint, you’d thank her at the end of the day.

A hand sneaked across your body. It teased your quivering thighs before shifting towards the area between your legs. You were wet – drenched more like – with nothing to prevent the ever-growing arousal she increased.

“You’re so stupid, you don’t even deserve mommy’s pups. I’ll stuff your ass as many times as I have to until you learn your fucking lesson. Don’t-” she pulled back before slamming her cock in the depths of your ass again. “Be a brat. It’s going to cost you dearly, mutt.”

While your backside received most of the abuse, her curious fingers slid up and down your slit. They teased you all over, parting slick folds before making their way up to your clit – the bundle of nerves happily attacked. While gloriously slow, Wanda was never known for her patience.

“So fucking wet,” she husked out. When a pair of digits dipped into your cunt, she beamed. “My, my. You love it when mommy fucks you this hard, huh? You’re nothing but a dirty set of holes for me to enjoy…”

Languid, experienced fingers solely grazed your entrance before pushing themselves inside. She stretched out your walls, ones which she loved having wrapped upon her digits. There were two at first, those which sunk into your depths before pulling back and repeating the motion – eventually she added a third one that made you scream, and yet you wouldn’t dare say no to any slight treatment she gave you.

Hips and fingers moved as one. Wanda didn’t stop, instead fucking you harder and faster by the second. No matter how many times you came, your body spasming over the naked bed sheets, she kept going. You weren’t allowed to say no, much less let the heaviness your eyelids faced win – if you were to pass out, she’d keep it up.

“I’m gonna stuff you full of cum, little whore. Your ass is going to be dripping with mommy’s special seed,” she grunted. “Greedy bitch just wants to have her holes filled, huh? You’re such a pathetic cumrag. It makes me sick looking at you.”

Forewarning was thrown out the window as Wanda pulled her cock back, squeezing it harsh enough that the remainder of white within it spewed quickly into your ass. Much like she promised, your tight hole became filled in an instant. Sticky drops seeped in you until the brim, some spewing out down your body and oozing onto the bed. Wanda could never allow her gift for you to go to waste, so with a flushed chest and unmatched breathing she pushed her hips forward until she began sweetly fucking your ass.

“Does it feel good, baby?” She was at an all time high at the sight of your body shuddering with pain, your head nodding up and down. “Use your words, my princess. Tell me how it feels to be pumped full of mommy’s puppies.”

“Feels good,” you muttered through gritted teeth and sleepiness. “So full, mommy. Thank you.”

Ramming into you again, her fingers bringing you to tears as another orgasm shot through your body, Wanda smiled. She was in awe of the beauty in you, but most importantly joyous that you were hers. Whether having a flawed perception or not, she couldn’t dare nearly lose you. It was far too much to deal with.

A hand tenderly ran itself along your bruises, love trickling from her wet fingertips.

“And don’t you dare leave me again,” it was meant to be a snarl, but all that came was a choke sob as she slumped over you. “You can’t leave me, baby. I just…I can’t lose my little girl. I love you too much to see you go. Please.” Nuzzled against your back, Wanda cried. “Please.”

She had to turn you around so that you could face the sadness in her tear-stricken eyes. It was unlike your partner to let herself be seen in such a state, and yet it didn’t matter. Wanda would do anything to get you to stay, even if it meant you had to see a side of her no one had been witness to.

“I love you,” she reminded you, a sweet kiss planted on a bruise. “I love you so much, my baby girl.”

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Taking her time to pull herself back and compose herself, Wanda eventually dragged you into the bath. It was a favorite pastime of yours. Although the moments you spent carnally devouring one another in bed were delicious, most times you longed for more. The human side of the woman was one you fell for.

“I’m really sorry,” Wanda broke the silence. She leaned against the bathtub, cradling your body that sat over her lap eyeing the various bubbles surrounding you. Her chin rested on your shoulder, and for a moment all was perfect and just right. “I shouldn’t have yelled. And you’re right, really. I do tend to exaggerate a lot, especially in public. I know that’s a lot for you, honey, and I want to change it.”

It was fair, and the loving tone in her shaky voice let you know that at the end of the day, all Wanda needed was a love and affection never given to her as a child. “Thank you, but that’s not all,” you said. “I just think that sometimes you don’t even want to have a real relationship with me. You treat me as though we’re in one, but I’ve never even met your parents!”

“Honey…”

“I feel like I’m never enough. That you don’t have any real connection to me other than…sex.” You shrugged, the tears in your eyes forming alongside Wanda’s. “I don’t want to keep this going if we’re only fucking. I want a relationship – a girlfriend. We don’t even have dates anymore. I love our movie nights, but it’s not the same. You’re always pissy and I’m left to deal with it. It’s not right.”

“I know.” Your words opened her eyes to the possibility that, at the end of the day, Wanda was in fact just like her mother. She carried the same impurity in her darkened heart. It was her job to break it off. Maybe then would she have peace in the calm of the storm. “There’s no excuse. I’ll do better for you…for me.”

The two of you sat in a blissful quiet embrace, Wanda nuzzling her face against your shoulder as you played around with the bubbles. You knew it wasn’t easy for her to shed off the title of a perfection: a mother living in the suburbs with her children and husband. Her divorce from Vision wasn’t a surprise to either of them, and yet she couldn’t bear the side-eyes and judgmental glances she got from everyone. Her anger was a way to make up for it and displace her emotions.

“My mother isn’t a good person,” she suddenly broke off the impending silence. “She pretends to be but she’s not. It’s why I’ve never told you about her, much less had you meet her. Meanwhile my dad he’s…her biggest supporter through anything. Whatever she says or does, he approved of. Even if it means I’m the one taking the hit.”

Since the beginning of your relationship you had only seen Wanda cry once and it was when you accidentally cupped her face after chopping onions without washing your hands – twice in a day worried you. She had been ticked off that day, but as you looked up to her, you didn’t notice any anger. Instead, for the second time ever you saw sadness seeping out with freshly formed tears in her eyes that eventually cascaded down her flushed cheeks.

“Was she ever…” you couldn’t help the allusion.

“Yeah. They both were,” Wanda shakily replied. “Pietro was the perfect son, the ‘firstborn’ at that. He couldn’t hurt a fly in her eyes, but me? I was the freak of a daughter she never wanted. When I was younger she’d always tell me how she wished to leave me at the hospital but couldn't, given how the doctors said Pietro would need me. She’s never cared for me. I began thinking of school as my only escape from her hits and screams, but really the students there weren’t any better. You know Maria, Natasha’s husband? Well she shoved me into a locker once and my mom said I deserved it because I needed to ‘toughen up’. She even thanked that little shit for what she did to me — even begging for her to keep it going. I just…I’ve never been good enough for her.”

Reaching out, you cupped Wanda’s red cheek that carried falling tears. You brushed them off with your thumb, shifting so that you’d sit over her lap facing her instead. It all made sense. The screaming, the intense daily anger — they were all things she knew, things her mother had done to her growing up. Not that you’d excuse her humiliating you in front of Natasha, potentially the whole neighborhood, but having an explanation made it easier to understand.

“Oh Wanda it’s okay,” you pressed your forehead against her own, face in your hands as she cried. “I’m here right now. She can’t hurt you anymore.”

“That's why I don’t let you touch me either. She’s given me so many scars and bruises that have stuck. How could I possibly explain those without bawling my eyes out?” She let out a choked sob as her bottom lip quivered. “Even to this day she can’t help but torment me. Vis and I only ever got married to please her. He never did like her, even said we should move out west to get away. When we got divorced she called only to yell at me. That no man would ever want me, that I needed to stop it with my…phase I never grew out of. She could never understand my love for you — she never has. I love you so much, princess, but I don’t think I could ever see her again.”

The revelation of her ex-husband warmed your heart at the mere reading between the lines. Although Wanda had been alone all her life, you were glad she used to have Vision. Countless times she told you it was a platonic marriage and yet you never believed her until you understood mother’s mannerisms. Never had you hated Vision, but now you adored him for protecting the woman who had your heart. It wasn’t enough, but perhaps you could send him a fruit basket. Surely that would make up for all the years he shielded Wanda from her mother’s wrath via their sham marriage, still doing so in caring for their shared children that were on vacation with him.

“That’s okay. Oh Wanda, that's more than alright.” If you had known, you would’ve been the first one to march towards her mother’s home to fight her – someone had to pay for the decades of pain your partner was put through. “I didn’t know, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t ever want to keep anything from you,” she sniffled. “If you want to meet her that’s fine, I can try for you. I’ll do anything to make you happy, angel. Just say the word and mommy will get it done, alright?” Cupping your face, she smiled tenderly. “Anything for my girl.”

To be in her arms was to love her. She had her moments of fury, and yet with all the baggage she carried, you were unable to hold yourself back from loving the woman before you. Wanda meant the world to you – she was your world. Nothing could ever keep the two of you apart.

The night was taken over by an overwhelming amount of love and adoration that you shared for one another. Wanda wasn’t typically vocal with her own emotions, and yet as she kissed you in the bath before pulling you away to dry your body with a hooded towel, she couldn’t stop making her love for you known. Her desperation to never lose you urged her to change her ways.

“We should finish the movie,” you piped up calmly, sitting at the edge of the bed as Wanda rummaged through your dresser to find a proper outfit. She settled for a onesie that resembled a bear, knowing that she had one in your shared room similar to it. “If you want to, I mean. Or we can start watching a new one altogether.”

“Whatever you want, princess,” she replied. “Stand up for me, baby. Let mommy help dress you up.”

She took her time sliding your underwear up your legs, teasingly dropping a kiss upon your abdomen as green eyes fluttered with contentment. Wanda slid the warm pajamas on you, hands running over your skin, perfecting the mental map of your body that had already formed in her mind.

While you had the difficult task of picking out a stuffed animal for the night, Wanda took off the messy bed sheets of yours that she was sure to throw in the washing machine soon enough. You averted your eyes to the floor when moving to her room to watch her put on her own matching pajamas, but with the glint in her eyes you knew she wanted you to stare.

“Can we have hot chocolate?” You questioned when she helped you descend the stairs, your free hand clutching Honey tightly. “With extra whipped cream, please. And more popcorn if that’s okay.”

“You really love those two huh?” She shook her head with amusement. “But alright, lovebug. Hot chocolate and popcorn you shall get. Come, be a dear and help mommy with it.”

Sitting on the counter watching Wanda move around the kitchen felt right. She hummed to the tune that you knew to be your favorite song – it was hard to forget as you always urged her to play it in the car. Her focus was on making the treat of the night, to rewind time and fix what she ruined, while you couldn’t stop staring her way.

“What about Pietro?” you asked all of a sudden. Her parents never loved her, but you assumed her own brother, her twin, would have some sort of appreciation for his sister. “You’ve talked about him, but I’ve never got to meet him either.”

Wanda hesitated for a moment, but settled for giving you the whole story. “He was spoiled while growing up. My parents gave him everything he wanted and more, all while I was thrown to the side and forgotten. He never grew out of that, not really. You wouldn’t stand him,” she chuckled. “Vis anything, but I know he hated my brother. Pietro still thinks the whole world revolves around him. I suppose we have that in common, only I’m the one making up for something.”

“Does he know the twins?”

“I don’t live in secret from my brother. The twins love him, at least when they see him once a year. Pietro isn’t one to stay in one place for a long time. He likes wild adventures, and not his family,” Wanda explained as she brought out two mugs. “It’s ironic, really. My mother and father gave him everything and yet Pietro doesn’t think once about them unless he needs something.”

That made you chuckle. “Karma’s a bitch.”

“That’s not a word a little princess like you should be saying,” Wanda raised her eyebrows. Although pouring the hot milk and powder into the mugs, she kept her eyes trained on you. “Those are big girl words. Only mommy can use them, sweetheart. Now be a dear and get the popcorn started.”

It was a long night that the two of you shared. You stayed up until the early hours of the morning simply chatting around while on the couch, Wanda bringing pieces of popcorn to your mouth before helping you drink your hot chocolate – even rewarding you with an ungodly amount of whipped cream. She was sure to check your bruises over and over to ensure they were properly tended to, cream being rubbed on your skin so as to dissuade any permanent nasty marks.

When you sleepily fell asleep on her lap, Wanda didn’t move. Instead she made herself comfortable enough to lay back on the cushions, dragging you on top of her so your head was planted on her desk. Loving caresses danced on your back as she whispered lullabies to keep you in a blissful state.

It was then that she realized happiness was finally in her grasp. The boys, Vision, and you were all she ever needed. Her mother could never give her love, and for some time Wanda never believed for such a fairytale to be true. To finally have what she longed for brought her peace of mind.

“I love you, my little bear. Oh I love you to the moon and back,” she whispered before nuzzling her head against the top of your head. Numerous kisses were placed there, her adoration shown off without the need for words. “I promise I will never hurt you again. Tomorrow is a new day and you’ll have so much fun with your friend,” came the mumble against you. “Sweet dreams, puppy. I can’t wait until I get to see you again tomorrow. Sleep tight, Y/N. Mommy’s here to protect you, always and forever.”

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Bunny

dom wanda x reader

Summary: You finally fall victim to your stepmother's charms.

Warnings: nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering, clit play, dumbification, humiliation, praise, pet names, mention of somophilia, mention of cnc, multiple mentions of a strap, forced submission (?) edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, manipulation, aftercare,

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You tried to pay no attention to your new stepmother, Wanda. It was an impossible task to do considering how sweet the woman was to you. She’d always ask about your day, wanting to hear the tiny details of it, even if they seemed to be boring. Her green eyes made you feel safe and warm inside, sending shivers down your spine every time she took a closer look at you. You tried to brush your thoughts away, clinging to your morality and desire of building a healthy relationship with the woman. There were so many other girls you could’ve tried to lay your eyes on, but somehow none of them made you feel the way Wanda did.

You sat by your desk, with your eyes glued to your computer, trying to finish homework for University. It was way past midnight, and you pushed yourself through the sleepiness trying to complete the reading before morning. You heard a short knock at the door, followed by Wanda slowly entering the room. She wore a long silky nightgown that clung to her body tight, highlighting her figure well. Her hair was long and messy, it was obvious she was either getting ready to sleep or just taking a nap. You immediately swallowed your spit, looking back at the screen, purposely shifting away your focus.

“Yes?” you asked, trying to sound bothered, but your voice came out cracking instead.

“I don’t like when you stay up so late, you need to rest,” she said, walking closer to you. Her voice sounded so soft, it made you want to follow her advice. Wanda made her way across the room, ending up standing behind your chair, her stomach pushing into the back of it. You felt guilty for feeling tingles in your stomach every time she commanded you to do something.

“Well… I can make my own decisions, and I’m going to stay up late,” you said, battling through your emotions, so desperately trying to bury how you felt about her.

“I’m just looking out for you,” she said, her hands landing on your shoulders. You felt electrified under her touch, closing your eyes as you felt her rub her wrists in circles, relieving the tension in your back muscles.

“Are you stressed honey? What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone light and caring. The way she touched you was gentle and careful. It wasn’t often you got a back massage from anyone and you wondered if that’s why it felt so good, or perhaps because it came from her.

“I’m… fine” you whispered, barely being able to control the sound of your voice. It sounded so weak, trembling under her touch. Wanda took her hands away, and you sighed, longing after her contact.

A moment of silence struck the air but it didn’t feel awkward, rather had a lot of tension settling in the room. You felt her hand touch you once again, this time traveling to your chest. She gently slit her fingers from your stomach up to your hard nipples, innocently brushing against them as she moved back to your shoulders. It was so smooth that it could be easily perceived as a mistake but you knew it wasn’t.

“Wanda” you whispered, not being able to say anything else but her name. You didn’t even want to protest, or question her, just ease yourself to her will.

The woman didn’t say anything, she pulled up a chair closer to your desk, settling herself next to you. You thought about what she would say to you and if you’d end up having a casual night of small talk but instead, you noticed her hand traveling to your legs. She pressed the palm of her hand against your thigh, her gaze shifting from her choice of placement to your face. You started into her eyes, your look raising a million questions.

“Let me make you feel better” she whispered, her voice suddenly becoming low and raspy. You wanted to say so much but nothing came out of your mouth, you were so enthralled by her and entirely unprepared for the moment happening.

“I-” you mouthed, looking at her face. She was so beautiful, it was impossible not to fall for her. You couldn’t think of anything at the moment but solely focus on what was in front of you and the way her hand felt pressed against your skin.

“What do you mean?“ you managed to whisper, frowning your eyebrows.

She smiled wickedly, not believing you were so oblivious, “I’ve seen the way you look at me bunny, don’t act all shy now” she whispered, moving her hands through your thigh. She slid them between your legs, pressing against your core.

You closed your legs shut, moaning at the sensation and further trapping her hand between your thighs. This couldn't be wrong when it felt so right. Her words tingled your brain and her touch felt better than anyone who’s ever touched you.

“Wanda... we shouldn’t, we can’t” you answered simply, even though your body grew hot under her touch. Deep down you knew her and you would never work but a part of your brain held onto your delusion, creating imaginary scenarios with her in your head.

“What if someone will see?” you managed to add, falling into a state where your brain was barely able to think rationally.

“No one will see, just let mommy touch you okay? '' she whispered, and you followed her command, feeling your thoughts slip away. It was rare that she called herself that but at the moment, it sounded totally different, like a title she used to remind you of who was in charge.

Her fingers moved up and down your panties, teasing you through them and making the tension between your legs unbearable. Her finger circled your clit as she watched your facial expressions change. She enjoyed seeing you hardly keep your eyes open, letting out short sighs as her wrist circled your body. Her other hand pinched your nipple, griping your boobs possessively while staring at your body.

“You’re such a pretty girl, mommy's been thinking about you for a while” she whispered, the combination of her touching you left you no room to breathe. You felt yourself become more overstimulated by every second, realizing she hadn’t even done anything proper yet, and you were already wrapped around her finger.

Wanda cautiously tilted your panties to the side, slipping a finger in. You whimpered, unprepared for the feeling but relieved when she finally entered you.

“Oh-” you moaned softly, realizing how good it felt to have her finger inside of you.

“You’re so wet” Wanda whispered proudly, slowly slipping inside your folds.

“Did mommy make you feel like this?” she said mocking you, and you only felt yourself grow more excited, the emptiness in your brain expanding. Your mind was so full of her, becoming dizzy at her every word.

“Were you having icky thoughts about mommy before? Tell me…” she demanded, putting more strength into her moves. She wanted to know everything, your every thought, desire, your deepest fantasy, anything that included her.

You simply nodded, your attempts at words breaking into soft sighs as you whimpered under her touch.

“Poor baby… I’m finally here” she whispered, finally crashing your lips with hers. You kissed her back so desperately, moaning into her mouth as she fucked into you. She smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, the scent of the air fresheners she picked for the house. Her lips were plump and tasted of lipstick she must’ve worn earlier in the day and a hint of mouthwash.

Wanda quickly took her fingers out of you, pulling your panties down to get a good look at you. Her eyes admired every inch of your body, undressing you with her every stare. She placed her hand back on your clit, circling it as she moved her gaze to look at your face.

“Mommy's been thinking about you so much… torturing herself by not touching you every day” she murmured, her fingers teasing your clit so perfectly, hitting all the right nerves.

“Do you know how crazy you make mommy feel?” she asked, her fingers moving back into you again. Wanda knew what she was doing when she asked you a question and then shocked you with her sudden movement. She enjoyed catching you off guard, breaking you, and seeing you become a mess under her will.

You couldn’t possibly answer, being so hypnotized and far into sub-space but you wanted to, so bad. Her fingers slid into you so easily, so perfectly hitting every right spot.

“Mommy touched herself so many times thinking about you” she whispered in your face, the words creating even a bigger mish-mash of your brain.

“Right here when you were asleep” she admitted, her eyes shifting towards your bed as her fingers moved relentlessly out of you. “I just couldn’t help it, baby, you looked so pretty laying there, mommy got all wet watching you” she whispered, her tone making it seem like it was something so normal of her to do, even though you knew it sounded filthy, but you couldn’t help but like it. Your cheeks flushed red and you felt your clit twitch, feeling ashamed of how good the thought of that made you feel.

“Oh, does my little girl like hearing that?“ she asked scornfully, her eyes noticing every change in your face. It was so difficult to hide anything from her, she could read your body language without any effort. “Wanna hear how mommy fucked herself while laying down next to you? whispering your name softly and hoping you wouldn’t wake up?” she said, her hand sounding louder clapping against your skin. You couldn’t say anything but nod, clenching harder around her fingers.

“I wanted to touch you so bad,” she said, torturing you with her pace. “Perhaps I should do that next time, kiss you through your panties or shove the tip of my cock into you? I know you’d like that” she murmured, teasing you. You needed to answer, your brain filled with so many thoughts but none of them could come together to leave your mouth. “Yes…yes” you mumbled, letting your breath graze her face.

The tension in your stomach intensified, and you could barely control what your body did. Your hips moved close to her hand, chasing her touch.

“Mommy” you whispered, realizing this the first time you used the title towards her. Her face instantly lit up, her eyes sparking with desire, it was almost like she could get off to you calling her that.

“I need to..” you managed to say, not being able to speak full sentences. You grabbed onto her arm, burying your face in her neck and letting soft moans escape your mouth. You wanted to tell her you feel so good, and that you were close but all you felt was blood floating into your brain, preventing you from speaking more.

“I know, I know,” she said, moving some of your hair away from your face. She did so gently and carefully, caring for you like her most precious possession. Her other hand still toyed with you slowly, her fingers curling deep inside of you.

“But you look so pretty like this bunny, mommy likes seeing you so dumb and needy,” she said, watching your face. You swallowed your spit, nodding, being so close yet so far to the edge. You wanted to be good for her so badly, but your body could barely take it anymore, your orgasm begged to be released. “Please, please” you started whispering but your voice turned to a shout mid-sentence, you felt so hot and out of control with the way she made your body feel.

Wanda put her hand over your mouth, putting pressure against your lips as she pressed onto them. “Shh baby, I don’t want anyone to hear my little girl, only mommy gets to have that”

she said, the pace of her movement increasing and torturing you even more.

“Just a little more, be a good girl for mama” she whispered, by your face. She took her hand off your cheeks and started kissing them delicately. Your clit tingled at her words again, your hand grabbing her arms so desperately and pulling her close. “Mommy… please ” you whined, your voice breaking, at the edge of crying.

“That’s it, let go for mommy” she whispered, proud of you for lasting so long.

You finally came, wrapping your arms around her neck as you moaned, feeling your thighs shake. She made you feel so brainless but in a good way, you enjoyed feeling like your body and mind were completely hers.

She looked so satisfied, a gentle smile appearing on her face. You saw a spark of joy form in her eyes, You stared at her for a while, not being able to process how beautiful and perfect she was.

Wanda enjoyed the moment of silence that consisted of her staring back at you and you trying to catch your breath. She then slid her fingers back into you, catching you by surprise.

“Oh,” you whispered, barely recovering from your first orgasm. Your hips involuntarily shifted closer to her hand. She grabbed your wrist and put your fingers against your swollen clit, looking up into your eyes. She couldn’t help but find you adorable, all spread out and obedient for her.

“You’re gonna listen to what mommy says okay?” she asked softly, pressing your own hand onto your clit.

You looked at her hypnotized, not knowing what to do. You wanted to make her feel proud again so listened to her directions carefully. You touched yourself before, but somehow when she was there your brain couldn’t think of how to do it, you weren’t sure what to do.

“Rub it in circles like this, while mommy touches you okay?” she asked, guiding your hand and slipping her finger into your pussy.

You nodded, moving your hand in circles as Wanda's finger moved in and out of you. You clenched your jaw tight, trying not to let your whimpers escape your mouth. The combination of her touch and yours together made your brain melt, forgetting about everything. You didn’t worry about someone catching you, or if it was wrong or right, all that mattered was the moment and how ridiculously good you felt.

“That’s a good girl, I knew you were gonna be good for mommy,” Wanda said, wrapping her arm around you and sticking her thumb into your mouth. “You’re such a big girl… look at you… listening to mommy so well” Wanda teased, watching you toying with your clit as she relentlessly fucked into you.

It didn’t take long before your brain felt hot again, getting high off the adrenaline and waves of pleasure hitting your body. You came so ridiculously fast, secretively wishing you could have held on for longer.

“Did mommy tell you to stop bunny?” she asked softly, seeing that your wrist stopped moving. Her fingers still pounded in and out of you, continuing to make you feel hot and flustered. You nodded your head from side to side, feeling like you have just broken a rule, even though none were set yet. You thought about saying no but you couldn’t, seeing the satisfied look on her face. “Come on, you could do one more for mommy can’t you?”’ she asked, looking down to point out how wet you were. You whimpered, resuming your movement. “See? my big girl,”

she said leaning forward to kiss your lips.

“Mommy?” you whispered, stopping once again and staring into her eyes.

“What’s wrong baby?” she whispered, stopping her movement and looking at you with a concerned face. “Can you… do it for me?” you asked, feeling shy. You couldn’t cum without her help, especially after being stimulated so much, you simply wanted to ask her to make you feel better.

“Oh baby, you’re so cute,” she said, changing her position to let her other hand play with your clit. She had complete control over you, making you trust her with how cautiously she took care of you.

“Gosh you're so tight bunny, how are you gonna take mommy's cock one day?” she asked, her both hands touching you at the same time. You whined loudly, instantly wanting to protest.

“I can, I can take it,” you said fastly and heard her shushing you. Her cheeks lifted, seeing how eager you were to answer, her smile so malicious, glad she manipulated you into being her obedient doll. “Not so loud silly,” she said, fucking into you. You thought you wouldn’t be able to cum for the third time but you felt the tension in your stomach building up again.

“Oh baby, look at the mess you’ve made” she mocked you, looking at your soaked thighs and her hand, shining in the room's light. “I think mommy's gonna have to clean you up later,” she said, looking at your face. She really was delighted to see you in a state like this.

“Yes, please…” you whined, feeling your tummy get all hot and tense again. Nothing felt as good as her. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and came with her fingers in you. You instantly grabbed onto her wrist, pulling it out of you and not being able to handle anything more.

“You did so well, my baby” Wanda whispered, kissing your face all over. She gave you a moment to catch your breath and hold your face close to her neck. “Mommy’s just gonna taste you okay? Nothing more, unless you want to.” She said and you nodded, blindly believing every word that came out of her mouth.

Wanda lowered herself down to her knees, sinking her mouth onto your swollen nub. You were glad your chair was comfortable, allowing you to lean back in it with your legs exposed. Your thighs were shaking, no matter in what position you would put them. Her mouth found your clit and you flinched, feeling her warm lips wrap around it, her saliva only making it more wet and sticky.

“Mommy! mommy” you whined, moving your hips away, not being able to do or say anything else. You grabbed onto the armrests, gripping them tightly as Wanda violated you with her tongue.

You wanted to protest but she felt so good, once again you let her do whatever she wanted with you. Her tongue rolled around your spot, hitting all of the right nerves, occasionally making you jerk up at her touch. She sucked it so perfectly, making you clean your jaw tight, from both wanting to stay quiet and being so overwhelmed by what your body felt.

“Mommy!” you whined, feeling your thighs shake with her mouth still latched onto you. You knew you were going to cum with you still in her mouth. She wouldn’t stop her pace, her arms held tighter to your thighs, trying to keep you in place. You felt your muscles tense up, feeling so hot and ready to release all that tension. An orgasm ravaged your body, sensing sensations both through your lower stomach and clit.

You arched your back and moaned loudly, putting one of your hands against your mouth, hoping it would muffle the sound. Your body felt so tingly and sensitive, completely fragile in her arms.

“Come here, baby,” Wanda said, letting go of your thighs. She got up from her knees and helped you make your way to the bed.

Wanda laid you down in the bed, caressing your face and kissing your cheeks as she placed herself underneath you.

“You did so well, my perfect girl. Come lay on top of mommy,” she said, laying down on her back and pulling you on top of her. You laid down on her chest, curling into her lap so comfortably. You wanted to worry about so many things but couldn’t when being in her presence felt so liberating. You let all your thoughts drift away, slowly easing into her touch. She made you feel safe, and loved, her little words of praise made you feel warm in your chest.

Wanda let one of her hands stroke your hair as you saw her other one pull down on her gown, releasing one of her breasts. You moaned involuntarily, your mouth immediately watering at the thought of sucking it. Her boobs looked so pretty and perky, your mind always thought about touching them whenever Wanda didn’t wear a bra or happened to wear tight clothes.

“You can suck on it, I know you want to,” she said softly, her voice becoming low and sleepy. You didn’t even say anything, just immediately latched onto her breast, sucking it in so desperately. You put your hand on it for support, tilting it to your side as you sucked on her nipple. “That’s a good girl,” she murmured, her hand stroking your back. She held you in her arms so perfectly, you were sure there was no better place to be. You sucked on her nipple for a while, before occasionally moving to the other one. Your hands moved so carefully, slowly pulling on her gown before putting her other nipple in your mouth.

After some time your eyelids began to feel heavy, and you became groggy, ready to fall asleep, with your lips sucking on Wanda's breasts for comfort. She pulled a blanket over your body, making sure you weren’t cold, her mouth letting out soft hums that instantly put you to sleep.

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hi everyone :)

my names sapphire, saph for short!

my pronouns are she/her/they

i basically write smutty wanda one shots/fics so my page is 18+ only. minors, don’t interact. also men too, i write for sapphics only!

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‘i want you to be rough with me’ series • top wanda

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“you wouldn’t want everyone to know that the most powerful witch in the world is secretly a brat now, would you?” • bottom wanda

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unrequited love series • stepmom!wanda

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secret touches

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tension in between us

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My Sinful Secret (Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader) AU Oneshot

Summary: On a tough day when Wanda Maximoff needs an escape, she stumbles upon reader in the woods.

Warnings: Dark Themes | Homophobia

A/N: If you didn't know by now, I am terrible at summaries and warnings. This idea came to me from this version of Love Story It wasn't meant to be a fanfiction but I converted it because I haven't posted in a while and figured this would work. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

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Wanda was wandering around the woods near her home. She had just gotten into it with her mother and father about her recent behaviour and simply could not stand to be home but she had nowhere to go. She distanced herself from other girls so she had no friends, and there was not a boy she fancied to run off to either. So she found herself deep in the woods that she once feared as a child. It was easy to get lost in them and growing up she was afraid she would never get found. Now at her age that is exactly what she hopes for the most.

Her legs began to tire, she wandered so far away from home and had no way of tracking time so it was anyone's guess of how long she had been walking. For all she knew, she could have been walking in a circle. She did not have the best sense of direction. Wanda sighed and found a rock to sit on, she was exhausted. More so from the fight than from her walk. She sat in silence as the world around her provided little distraction from her mind with the greens of the leaves and chirping of the birds. It was a warm early summer day but there was a surprisingly decent fresh breeze that she closed her eyes and basked in the cool air caressing the skin on her face.

Focusing on every sound that nature provided it was hard to miss the loud rustling of someone running through the trees. Wanda froze in her seat unsure of what to do. Has she been found? Was this person being chased by an animal? Was she in any danger? Then she heard giggles and a female voice and eventually a face revealed itself. Wanda relaxed a little but was shocked to see the girl was completely alone with a suspicious bottle in her hand. “Oh, my apologies, are you meeting someone here?” The girl said as she pulled the bottle open and took a swig. Wanda just observed her, she was not much for talking and being in the presence of another person always seemed to sew her lips shut. “Well? Are you going to answer or just stare? You can understand me, can you not?” The girl persisted.

Wanda snapped out of her haze and took a shaky breath and began to fiddle with the various rings on her fingers. “N-No,” she stuttered and shut her eyes and bit her lips to settle the sudden rush of nerves that began to build up. “Not meeting anyone, hiding is more like it.” She is finally able to get out. The girl had asked many questions and she assumed that she needed more than just a one worded response. The other girl smiled watching the nameless girl in the woods act all squirrely. She found it endearing. Wanda found herself to be annoying and stood from the rock, “Um are you meeting someone?”

The girl shook her head and took another swig from her bottle. “No, I am also hiding. From the man I stole this from,” she holds up the bottle with a proud but mischievous grin. Judging by the sway of her stance and the laziness in her speech Wanda knew what the bottle contained. “What should I call you?” The girl squinted her eyes and pressed a finger to her lips in thought.

“My name is Wanda,” she offers.

“Pretty name, but that is not an appropriate answer to my question.” The girl giggled at Wanda’s confused expression. Another thing she liked about this girl she stumbled upon in the woods. “I asked what I should call you. Not what others call you,” she elaborates. Not understanding why exactly, Wanda blushes.

“Well no one calls me anything else, there is not much else to call me. There is Wands, my brother calls me that,” Wanda nervously responds.

A light dances on the other girl's eyes, and she nods. “Wands,” she tests out the name. “I like it. You can call me… Y/N/N.” The mysterious girl finally introduces and instead of offering her hand she offers the bottle of spirits. On any normal day Wanda would have declined but she accepted and took a slow drink.

“Y/N/N,” Wanda asks. “As in what exactly?” She took another drink as more questions came to her and Y/N/N watched Wanda relax with amused eyes. “Is it a variation of something?”

Y/n giggled and took the bottle back, “Is it important?”

Wanda frowned. Was it important? “Is it not fair? You know my name.”

“Ah but you gave it willingly. I never requested it,” Y/n drank from the bottle again and could not help the laugh that escaped as she watched Wanda’s head spin. She decided to give the timid girl a break. “The name I gave has nothing to do with my real name, actually. My official government name is Y/n.” This time she does offer her hand as an introduction. “But you can call me Y/N/N, no one else does.” Wanda liked the idea of having secret names for each other. Now she felt like she should come up with something better. Something less obvious.

“Call me… Scarlet,” Wanda said, dropping Y/n’s hand.

Y/n grinned, “Now you’re getting it. I think I like you.”

“I think I like you too,” Wanda mentally excuses her honesty to the alcohol even though she only had a few sips. She was surprised how easy this interaction felt being in the woods alone with another person. Normally anytime a girl approached her she felt panicked and could hardly form a proper word let alone a full sentence. “Do you find yourself drinking in the woods alone often, Y/n?” Wanda asks.

“I am not alone though. I have you,” Y/n answers, handing Wanda the bottle.

She laughed as she drank from the bottle again, “That is not what I meant. You intended to be out here alone. Did you not?”

“I did. But I am never this lucky. A good beverage is always hard to snatch away and a pretty girl well… There is never any of those out here, but I guess god finally got around to answering the prayers of a sinner,” the smirk on Y/n's face suggested more than friendly intentions and Wanda swallowed the beverage hard.

Flustered, she handed the bottle back to the girl and looked around the woods to figure out her escape route. “Oh I-I… I’m not… I do not… That is…” Y/n's boisterous laugh causes Wanda to pause.

“Relax Scarlet, it is just harmless flirting. It is okay if you are not into it. Just… I can trust that you will not go running around the town exposing my sinful secret. Right?”

Wanda thought hard for a moment. She could not spread such a rumour even if it is the truth. It was not anyone else's business and something like that could get this girl killed. It would even get Wanda killed because they would question how she knew. Any explanation she could give would most likely be ignored. “Right,” she answered but she was still tense. Wanda knew exactly why she avoided making friends. She did not want anyone to catch on that she was like Y/n. Boys would surely see that she is not interested in any of them and girls intimidated her with their beauty. “And I can trust that you will not expose mine,” Wanda admits in a soft tone, keeping her eyes to the ground. Y/n had a small smile on her face as she agreed to keep the secret. She chose not to comment on how quickly the girl went from nailing the door shut to taking a small step out.

The girls eventually sat on the ground together, talking, and passing the bottle back and forth until it was empty. Together they laid on the ground in silence and stared up at the sky through the trees as the sun setting painted the sky with multiple colors of pinks and purples, oranges and yellows. Their shoulders touched and Y/n cautiously wrapped her pinkie around Wanda’s. Every detail was beautiful and Wanda wanted to stay in that moment forever but her peace was inevitably interrupted by panicked thoughts. She had been away from home for much longer than she had intended and she was sure to hear about it when she returned home. Not to mention how difficult it will be to explain her inebriated state. Wanda sighed and Y/n turned to look at her with a down expression. “You have to go.”

“How do you know?” Wanda frowned.

“Your thoughts are loud,” Y/n giggled. “But also because I have to go back as well. It is always best to leave before dark. Nearly impossible to get out of here without a light source.”

“Will I ever get to see you again?” She met her gaze.

Y/n smiled, “Of course. How about we meet here tomorrow?”

Wanda wanted to say yes but she could not. She had chores and a shift at the shop. “Can we meet another day? I am free on,” this one she really had to think about. Wanda was almost never free. She was always working or cleaning or cooking. Lunch breaks were even a rarity for her. “I’m never free,” she frowned, biting the inside of her lip. Y/n sighed as she tried to figure out how to cheer up her new friend. It had only been a few hours of knowing this person and already she was so attached.

“Come when you can then, I’m not expected to do much. An advantage of being the youngest of six. I will show up for a couple hours everyday and wait for you. Just give me an estimated range so we don’t miss each other.” Wanda didn’t like the idea of this girl sitting out here all alone on days that it was impossible to get away. But she also knew that sharing her home and shop number was not an option. She almost never got to the phone before anyone else and her father had already made it clear to her that the only calls she should be receiving were to be from men. He knew of her unholy thoughts because she thought her father could clear up her confusion and love her unconditionally. That did not turn out to be the case. So she agrees to Y/n’s plan and gives her a range of sometime after four but before the sun drops too low. She knew the woods were about to become her favorite place but that did not mean she knew how to navigate them in the dark. Y/n gave Wanda a hug and the two went their separate ways.

Just as she had thought, there was no way she could escape the next day. Her parents were furious with her for disappearing for hours. They claimed to have been worried sick but it is not like she heard anyone calling out her name in the woods. The following day when it came time to shut down the shop and she thought she might be able to slip out for even just a moment, her brother arrived with his wife for dinner. Wanda bit her tongue the entire walk home and continued to be upset through the meal as she watched the sun lower and her time window close with each passing minute. The sun soon disappeared from the sky and any hope at all that she could see Y/n was lost. At least she got to find out that she was soon to be an aunt. Wanda did her best to show her happiness through her disappointment and luckily no one caught on. No one except Pietro, her twin brother. While she was scrubbing everyone's dishes as they remained gathered around the table and fretting over the new addition to the family, Pietro excused himself to speak with his sister privately.

“What has you in such a sour mood, sister?” he asks, leaning against the wall closest to her. “I thought you would be planning the nursery along with the rest of them. Not moping over the dishes.”

Wanda sighed, “It is nothing. I am very excited for you to be a father. I know that you will be a great one.” What she said was true, but her running thoughts kept her from conveying how she felt. She was doing her best to hide her sadness and tried to remind herself that there was always tomorrow. But how was she ever to get herself out of another unexpected situation? Who knows what would keep her in tomorrow or the next day? Was she supposed to pick a fight with her parents every night? That sounded exhausting but it would be worth it.

Pietro frowned looking at his sister's apprehensive face. There was clearly a lot on the girl's mind and he knew their parents were not the easiest to be around but they were especially hard on her. He almost refused to get married because he did not want to leave her alone with them. Although Wanda gave him her blessing, it did not put an end to his worries. “What is her name?” He asked in a low whisper and Wanda gasped as the dish almost slipped from her fingers. Thankfully, she caught it before it grabbed the attention of her parents. Her brother accepted her, but there was only so much he could do for her because deep down the prejudice still lived. It was not his fault and she did not blame him. If anything it made her hate herself more because she made everyone’s lives, including her own, difficult all because she could not be normal.

“It does not matter. They would never let me out of their sight long enough to get to know anyone anyway,” Wanda clenched her jaw as she focused all of her attention on the plate.

“You are at that age where you could be married off. Perhaps you tell them you need to be more… social,” Pietro suggests.

Wanda shakes her head, “He would never go for that. I am sure our father is already organizing contracts with any man available or desperate for a wife.”

“What if I told you that I have a friend that could help you?” Wanda looks up from the sink with furrowed brows and a deep frown. “They are like you and they need someone… like you, I suppose. He could take you out and you would not have to worry about our father getting suspicious or restricting you to the house.” Pietro elaborates and opens his mouth to continue but is abruptly interrupted by their mother walking in.

The older woman smiles, “I am pleased to see that the two of you are still close. You had me worried in there Wanda, I thought for sure you were upset with your brother over some nonsense.” She walks over and places a light kiss on Wanda’s temple and gently lands her hand onto her son’s cheek caressing her thumb lovingly over his skin. “My boy is all grown up and becoming a father. Oh, where does the time go? In the blink of an eye, my daughter could be giving us similar news,” she smiles at Wanda. Their mother was not so bad, it was only when their father was using her as a sort of puppet that she became as unbearable as he was.

Wanda looked at her mother and then to her brother and set the dish down to dry, clearing her throat. “Actually, mother. I was upset with Pietro earlier. You see, he was supposed to bring his friend over so that you and father could meet him. Maybe approve of him for me?” Pietro hid his reaction well to not show any signs that he was happy – surprised, really – about her acceptance. Their mother turned to him and admonished him for not bringing the other man around.

He offered an amused smile, “I am sorry, mother, it must have slipped my mind. If you recall, I was a little preoccupied with another special announcement.”

“That is no excuse young man. You have your future and it is about time your sister got serious about hers. Oh, your father is going to be so happy! We have to have him over immediately. Pietro, you have to find out his favorite meal so that Wanda and I can have it ready for tomorrow night. You have to convince him to be here, if he is going to marry your sister he is going to have to make a brilliant first impression. As do we,” their mother continued to rattle on and on about the details of tomorrow night. Wanda had to hide her disappointment, she was the cause of why she was unable to see Y/n tomorrow. After being in her head about the situation, Wanda was able to suck it up. If all went well tomorrow then maybe she would be able to see Y/n whenever she pleased.

The next day came with a surprise. While she was helping her father with an order the bell signalling a new customer went off. They knew that there was no one in front because her mother had stepped out to grab the ingredients for the dinner tonight so he sent Wanda off while he finished decorating the doll. Wanda froze and her heart dropped at the sight of Y/N/N - Y/n. “Welcome to the Maximoff Doll Shop. I am Wanda. How can I help the two of you today?” She did her best to save face but Y/n had a playful smirk on her lips that was making it difficult for Wanda to focus on Y/n’s mothers request. Wanda focused her eyes onto the notepad as she wrote out the order. Asking the usual questions along the way. The woman then had requested the washroom and Wanda happily gave her directions. Y/n stepped up to the counter.

“Your hours must be awful,” she states. Wanda shrugs looking over her shoulder every five seconds as she rips out a fresh piece of paper from the notepad to write a note for the girl. Informing that she was busy tonight and there was no escape, but that she might be free sooner than she previously thought. “What is this?” Y/n asks with a raised eyebrow and Wanda holds her index finger to her lips as she allows a small smile. It disappears as soon as she hears a door close and Y/n hides the note just in case.

It was Y/n’s mother that walked out and Wanda let out some air but remained tense, her father could have easily seen her. Then where would she be? She needed to keep it together. “Are you ready to go, mother?” Y/n says sweetly and Wanda has to keep from smiling. Just the gentle tone of her voice made Wanda giddy. The woman double checks the order with Wanda and then triple checks before she is ready to leave the doll shop. It was a gift for her granddaughters and she was very excited to give them the presents. Y/n wiggles her fingers in a goodbye behind her and turns ever so slightly to see Scarlet let hers fall onto the counter in a wave. Her version of a secret goodbye. Once Y/N/N was out of her view Wanda went to the back to give her father the order.

Her father was pleased by the size of the order and even more pleased to hear that his daughter handled herself well with a customer. He always worried that the wrong customer would find out about his daughter's lack of proper social skills and completely tarnish her reputation before he was able to marry her off to someone decent. Even if that meant selling this business. He had hoped that it would fall to his son but he had other ideas and knowing that his friend was in a similar field he saw no reason to hand the business over to his daughter. She didn’t need the distraction anyway. She needed to be a dutiful wife and mother. He was sure either of his children would be more than happy to take care of him in his old age anyway since he had provided so much for them as he raised them. Neither child was thrilled by the idea but they were well aware of what was expected of them. Pietro was preparing for the day that he would need to care for his parents because he wanted to give his sister the freedom she deserved.

Upon meeting Jarvis, Wanda knew two things. One, he was extraordinarily affable and easily became her father’s favorite person. Two, he was just like Wanda. Hiding who he truly was to survive amongst society’s arrogance. But he was so much better at it than she was, which considering that he is a man there was a whole lot more pressure for him to be. When he walked in he handed Mrs. Maximoff a small bouquet of flowers and presented a single red rose to Wanda. Then he shook hands with Mr. Maximoff and introduced himself.

“Ah, marvelous name, it means spearman. Or servant of the spear. Am I wrong?” Django remarks.

Jarvis smiles, “That is what mother tells me and heaven forbid if I ever find out that woman is wrong.” The room laughs with him before they bring him further into the house. They make Wanda sit with Jarvis so they can get to know each other some and Pietro gives the two an encouraging smile before directing his full attention to their father.

“Your brother has told me a lot about you, high praises of course. I do hope that all goes well tonight. You seem to be a very special woman, Wanda,” he speaks in the softest tone to create a sense of privacy between them even in the openness of the dining table as everyone waits for dinner to be served. It was surprising to her that her father made her sit with Jarvis instead of making her go to the kitchen where her mother and sister-in-law were. That was usually where she was expected to be. Wanda nervously picked at the table, she was not used to being waited on and she felt some pressure to be okay with it. Jarvis took note of her nervousness and kindly put a hand over hers to hide her anxiety. With a kind smile and an easy gaze in his eyes he told her random facts about himself. Some of which made her genuinely smile, that pleased her father when he caught a side eyed glance at the two. By the end of the evening Django was about ready to take them to the church but Jarvis made it clear that he wanted to take time in getting to know Wanda. Her father did not say anything against it and the two devised a schedule because he needed to know where his daughter was at all times.

After they settled on an agreement, Jarvis left, Pietro and his wife followed and Wanda was rinsing off the dishes. Not that she minded, it helped her unwind from the day. A few days later Wanda was nervously dressing herself for her first date. Even though where she was ending up was not going to be a date, at least she did not assume it was, she still had to look the part for her parents. Wanda made them happy, wearing clothes she was not particularly fond of and had let her mother style her hair that she normally chose to wear down. Jarvis greeted her with a single red rose and a charming smile. “Shall we?” he asked, offering his elbow. She took it with a kind smile and blushed when he complimented her on her beauty and attire. They left the residence and strolled to a general area of town instead of heading straight to the woods to avoid suspicion. “So where am I dropping you off to meet your friend?” The way he says friend implies that it was something more and that he knew. But to Wanda the only thing other than “friend” to call Y/N/N was an acquaintance.

“Edge of the woods is fine. My friend and I have a secret meeting spot and…”

“The less people that know about it the better? I completely understand,” he smiles and waves at people who walk past them. Then looked at Wanda, “Do not forget that I have to get you home before the sun goes down. Also, cherish the time you get to have with your friend.” As they got further from civilization Jarvis released his hold on Wanda and shoved his hands into his pockets and kept a light conversation between them. He gave her a soft smile when they reached the edge of the woods away from the rest of the world and bid her goodbye.

Wanda made her way through the woods with fist fulls of her dress in her hands to prevent it from getting caught on anything. As she made her way through the trees it suddenly occurred to her that she actually had no clues as to where their meeting spot was. All of those years of excusing herself from her father and brother’s hunting trips bite her head as she realizes how they are not as pointless and boring as they once seemed. Wanda tries to think back to the basics. Hoping it will lead her to Y/N/N. Luckily, Y/N/N had been drinking again and was humming some tunes as she danced around the spot she waited at. Wanda heard her from a distance and excitedly followed the noise. Y/N/N would go silent from time to time as she took a drink from her bottle and it would discourage Wanda but the noises would start up again and so would the excitement bubbling up in her chest.

“You know, you are very fortunate that you have yet to attract an axe murderer.” Wanda says as she finally spots Y/N/N.

“Who is to say that I have not?” Y/N/N challenges with a smirk as she takes a drink.

She laughs, “Fair enough. Not to worry, it was impossible to fit my axe in this…” she gestures to her dress, “Attire.” Wanda steps closer to the other girl and reaches for the bottle but stops herself. Y/N/N notices and makes a questioning face. “My father will most likely be wide awake when I get home. Would not want him to think my date is corrupting me.”

“Oh? So this is a date. I was unsure,” Y/N/N held the same smirk but more intrigue in her eyes as her words trailed off.

Wanda flushed with uncertainty and nervousness as she stumbled on her words, “O-Only if you w-want it to be. It does not… We do not have to… We could just…”

“Scarlet!” Y/N/N calls her attention. “Relax, it is only you and me,” she places the bottle on top of the rock and takes careful steps towards Wanda. “What do you want this to be?” The bolder one of the two takes the other's hands into hers and holds easy eye contact.

Wanda licks and bites her lower lip in contemplation. What did she want this to be? Well, she wanted what they had last time but… more? She wanted them to evolve as people are meant to. But at a pace they were both comfortable. She wanted to experience a great love story, one that people write about, and she wanted it to be with her Y/N/N. Was that what Y/N/N wanted though? She didn’t know. But that’s not what the question was. The focus wasn’t on Y/N/N because Y/N/N knew what she wanted, at least that’s how it appeared to Wanda. No, the focus was on Wanda. What did Wanda want this to be? Actually, the more important question… What did Scarlet want this to be? “Freedom,” she answers finally with a certainty she never knew she had.

The word made Y/N/N grin and she stepped back to admire her Scarlet. “Freedom?” she tested the word as if hearing it for the first time. “Freedom,” she repeats. “I like that,” she said thoughtfully. “I like that a lot,” the girl walks over to the bottle and sits on the rock as she gets lost in her own thoughts. “Okay, that is what this can be then. Our own taste of freedom. Away from it all,” she grins and puts a cork in the bottle before abandoning it to the ground. Wanda notices that she did not take a last drink and smiles softly. To her it was confirmation that she wanted to be as present as Wanda had to be.

“What did you want this to be?” Wanda finds the words coming out of her.

Y/N/N moves from the boulder and stands in front of Scarlet, with the tips of her fingers she moves a couple strands of hair out of the girl's face. With the most gentle touch she holds Scarlet’s face in her hands, she lets out a small gasp at the look in Y/N/N’s eyes. “Happiness,” the girl says. In that moment neither girl had ever wanted to be closer to another person. “We can have that, if we let ourselves.” Scarlet closed her eyes and leaned into Y/N/N’s touch. She wanted to have everything she could with Y/N/N. But she was so scared too. Wanda stepped back from her friend as she felt a fear overcome her. The fear of getting attached to someone who would inevitably be taken from her. She felt a panic settle in her chest at the idea of something happening to her Y/N/N. Because if they were to be together in the way she intended, they would officially be living their lives as criminals. Even if no one knew they were committing the crime.

Y/n recognized the battle in Wanda’s mind and waited for the girl to open her eyes before she tried to step any closer. She knew that the girl needed the space to make the decision and she was patient enough to wait.

After a few moments, Wanda arrived at the conclusion that everyone dies. Death is inevitable, no one lives forever, no one is indestructible. She was given this one life and she has yet to feel alive. She was done letting society and her father dictate how she got to live her life, and she was ready to embrace every part of herself that she had denied for so long. “We should have it then,” she says, wiping the unshed tears from her eyes. If one day they were caught and it led to her death, then so be it. At least she got to experience happiness, freedom, and the one thing they had yet to mention… love. No one could take that away from them.

As the words sank in, Y/N/N’s smile grew and in a giddy emotion she jumped and wrapped her arms around Scarlet’s neck. From then on the two settled onto the ground and enjoyed the time they had together. In the short amount of time they had, they talked and laughed and really got to know one another; even though it felt as if they had known each other their entire lives. Being in the presence of the other felt completely right. There was no pressure to hide their true selves and neither of them saw a flaw in the other. They were both just entirely free and happy. All too soon the sun begins to lower itself and they have to say goodbye again. Scarlet informs Y/N/N of the schedule her father had made with Jarvis and frowns as she has to let her hand go. “Will I see you soon?” Y/N/N just nods, putting up a brave face. She had no idea that she could feel so connected to someone in such a short amount of time.

Wanda carefully made her way through the woods and hopefully back to where Jarvis would be waiting. As she finally reached the edge of the woods her heart dropped, not seeing him in front of her. But she was a little ways off from where she had originally entered and when she did finally find him a huge sense of relief filled the both of them. “There you are! We have to hurry before your father sends out a search party,” he says as he rushes over to her. He looks the girl over and smiles, “Did you have a good time?” There was a shift in her energy and he could sense it. Wanda blushes as she looks to the ground and he doesn’t press for details. Instead, he nods and offers her his arm and strikes up other topics of conversation. They needed to get their story straight even though neither of them were.

Her father was surprisingly brief in his inquisition and had sent his daughter off to bed almost immediately. Her mother had convinced him to not be so strict when it came to this arrangement just in case it scared off Jarvis and that was the last thing the man wanted. Jarvis was good in his eyes. Jarvis would make a great husband for his daughter and he knew that she would be the dutiful wife he raised her to be. The sooner she was out of his hair the sooner he could relax and know he did everything right. She would see the errors of her previous homosexual tendencies and recognize that he was only looking out for her. Little did he know, that night his daughter fell into a deep slumber with a smile on her face dreaming of a girl she knew she was destined to love forever.

As the weeks went by, Wanda cherished every moment she got to spend with her Y/N/N. The two had soon grown bold and would sneak off to see each other whenever possible. It would start with Y/n entering the doll shop and wandering aimlessly then she would subtly slip a note to Wanda before disappearing from the shop. Wanda would excuse herself from work with a headache, forcing her parents to be stuck at the business the entire day as she got to spend her time with Y/N/N at her home. The first afternoon that she snuck Y/N/N into her room was exhilarating. They did not do anything scandalous. They still had yet to kiss. Though there were many chances, they were still too afraid to. All they do is talk and enjoy each other's company.

Being in Wanda’s bedroom together was exhilarating and allowed them to fantasize of a future for the two. One where they could share a room of their own. Scarlet told Y/N/N that Wanda would marry Jarvis and make sure that they would buy a farm as far away from society as possible and then he could have his person move out there with them. As Scarlet told this story she had yet to realize that in a way she had been confessing her feelings to Y/N/N. “Jarvis can live his happy life with his true love, and so could you and I,” she grinned as she looked over at Y/N/N. They were laying on the floor, guarded by the bed from the door just in case her mother decided to check in on her. Their hands were close together as they laid side by side but they only allowed their pinkies to touch. They moved them, mindlessly playing a small battle of whose pinkie rested on top as they fantasized. Y/N/N wanted to kiss Scarlet but she knew her friend was nowhere near ready for that yet so she tested the waters and placed a quick peck on the brunette's forehead. Scarlet closed her eyes as she savoured the moment. All too soon Y/N/N had to leave and Wanda was left all alone for a few hours before her parents came home and her mother brought up a soothing tea for Wanda.

It did not take long for her father to catch on. It did not take long at all. They became sloppy and painfully obvious. But he figured she was going to marry Jarvis soon so he did not put too much attention on the situation. As a small warning, he simply asked Wanda who the girl was that frequented the business. Wanda went cold and stumbled on her lie as she figured she was going to be hung in that very spot. Her father smiled at her and changed the subject because he knew that she would become more cautious about her actions.

Which she did.

Their afternoon meetings almost came to a full stop. After Wanda had freaked out they had gone back to weekly meetups in the evening instead of daily. Instead, she had daily meetings with Jarvis to get to know him better. She even invited him to join the family dinners. Her father was more than delighted with her swift change in focus. It calmed Wanda only slightly but made things painfully difficult. To go backwards instead of forwards just felt wrong and it began to take a toll on both girls. It was also making the tension grow heavier between them. Having to see each other less and less. It was getting exhausting fighting every urge. Being afraid to act as anything more than friends, pretending stronger feelings were nonexistent. Holding up barriers that were begging to be torn down. Some time in the late fall after a number of weeks of the old routine Scarlet marched up to Y/N/N and held her face in her hands and looked into her eyes for a moment before she planted her lips against Y/N/N’s. The girl was stunned by the action but was quick to respond just as eagerly.

The two stood there in the woods kissing for the first time ever. They kissed until it was impossible to. They moved their lips together until they were swollen and numb. They held each other close, Scarlet with her hands remaining on her lover's face and Y/N/N with fistfuls of her girlfriends dress. The kiss lasted until neither girl could breathe but they didn’t part from each other as they caught their breaths. They leaned their foreheads against the others as they panted like wild animals. When they simultaneously opened their eyes, they bore into each other. One wanted to say something to the other but nothing came out. Y/N/N initiated the second kiss with just as much passion, finally free to express every repressed emotion. Their movements began to get desperate. They got sloppy as they removed clothing from one another. In the heat of the moment they give themselves completely to one another. They remove every last barrier between them and live in the moment. For Scarlet, she is finally living out of her head feeling the most free she has ever felt. For Y/N/N, she is completely sober, experiencing a natural euphoria. Only being intoxicated by her favorite drug, her Scarlet.

Afterwards, the two girls held each other close and took the time to treasure the moment while they still could. Tracing every feature and committing every detail of each other to memory. When the time came, they dressed, separated with a kiss and a promise to see each other soon.

Within the next week, as the weather got cooler, tragedy struck.

Wanda was walking through the town square to the doll shop when Pietro ran to pull her into the alleyway. “What is happening, brother?” Her heart was pounding her chest at the fearful look in her twin's eyes. “What is wrong?”

“It’s Jarvis. He was…” Pietro pauses as the image of his friend hanging in the center of the town square. Beaten and unrecognizable with the word FAIRY carved into his chest, the snow beneath him stained with blood. The only reason Pietro knew it was Jarvis was because of the men who were bragging about what they had done. Pietro was appalled by their celebration. They knew Jarvis, they were his colleagues, his friends. They were encouraging him to marry Wanda. Leaving their schedules open for the wedding day. To think that they could turn so quickly… he feared for his sisters’ life. He feared for his own life. “He was found out and…” he shut his eyes but the image was only made clearer. “Just promise you will not go out there. You have to go home. Please. Promise me that you will end things. I cannot… I do not want to see you up there.” He wraps his arms tightly around his sister to remind himself that she is safe and alive for now.

Wanda was unclear on what her brother was telling her. What happened to Jarvis? What’s going on? Why is Pietro so scared? Jarvis. He was found out. What does that mean? Wait. In a moment of panic, Wanda escapes her brother's arms and runs out to the square. Pietro tries to grab her and call out for her but she is fast and he did his best not to draw unwanted attention towards her. When she sees him, and the body of the man she only got the pleasure of meeting once beside him, she covers her mouth in shock. Her heart drops into the pit of her stomach and her blood runs cold. Right in the middle of his head was a bullet wound. Meaning someone risked their life to end Jarvis’ suffering. If they hadn't been shot they would have frozen to death. Something the people would seen as a fit punishment. Wanda hoped she never had to find out who it was, but through her thoughts she thanked whoever did pull the trigger. Most of the people that were put up there were usually left tied to a platform for weeks before they actually hung them. She was sure the only reason they were hanging now was to humiliate them in their death and make examples of them. “Wanda, we have to go.” Pietro pulls on her arm to take her away and this time she listens.

There goes her future. Any man she married now was going to expect things of her. They would make who do things she could not imagine doing with anyone but her Y/N/N. She knew her father was going to be brutal in the search for someone, accepting almost anyone who would marry his daughter. With the rumors floating around about her, Wanda knew she was doomed to spend the rest of her life tied to some awful man like Thanos. The man has had three wives, each of them having mysteriously disappeared and never to be found again. Not even a body to bury. Women she was almost certain were like her. She would rather be hung and shamed for loving the person she does, than to end up buried in an unmarked grave because she refused to touch her husband.

Wanda's father forbade her from leaving the house until the excitement of that week had died down. She was okay with it, she had no desire to leave her bed. Simply took this time to mourn over the friend and the future that she lost. The constant flow of tears kept her sedated. She had not known how much time had passed between finding Jarvis to when she got a risky visit from Y/n. Time no longer seemed relevant.

Y/n had been able to get past Wanda's mother, who was more like her warden at this point, because the woman had no clue who Y/n was. Just that she had condolence flowers at a time when others had more colorful gifts being delivered to the house. Such death threats which almost kept Y/n out of the house. Mrs. Maximoff was concerned about her daughter's safety when it came to letting a complete stranger in the house. For all she knew, Y/n was sent to murder Wanda. Being associated with a sinner of that kind brought on a bad reputation to anyone that knew them. The people always assumed that everyone involved in the sinner's life had to have known and kept the secret. It brought the worst out of society. So to gain the older woman's trust, Y/n lied and explained that she was engaged to Jarvis' partner and claimed to have no idea that he was what he was. That she figured Wanda could use the company of someone who knew what she was going through. Mrs. Maximoff accepted the kind gesture and let her through.

"We have to run, Y/n. They will find us and they will kill us," Wanda pleads.

Y/n shakes her head and cups Wanda's cheek in her hand, "We cannot go now, my love. It is far too obvious. They will hunt us down if we disappear now. Give it time, we find a way out of here as soon as the people move on from this. When you are no longer a target to them."

"What if it is too late by then?"

"It won't be, I swear. Do you trust me?"

"Always."

"Okay then, we will wait."

Y/n began to show up every day with a new floral arrangement. Sometimes an additional gift for Wanda's mom. Slowly but surely with each visit of her beloved, Wanda begins to come back to life and Scarlet returns. So does Y/N/N. The girls are quiet but they take full advantage of the alone time they get since Mrs. Maximoff spent most of her time knitting in the backyard. Eventually, Wanda's mother decides that she trusts her daughter's new friend to take care of her daughter while she returns to work. But the second Django saw his wife enter the store he began asking a million questions about their daughter and her whereabouts. His wife did not understand why he was so worked up. He closed the shop early and rushed home doing his best to not draw attention.

Wanda on the other hand was the happiest she had ever been, her lips attached to the woman she loved that hovered over her. They part for a second to beam at each other and that in the moment he bursts through the door. When she sees the look on his face all of the joy rushes out of hers. Next thing she knows, Wanda is on her knees begging him to listen as Y/n is being dragged out by her hair. Wanda had not even registered the sting on her right cheek or the burning of her lungs until she could no longer move. Tears fell so heavily until she was all dried up. Then by some miracle her mother came to her with a message and soft whisper of, “Go to her.”

Wanda slipped on some boots and threw on a jacket over her clothes and raced to the frozen woods. Straight to their sacred grounds. Wanda finds Y/n there and runs into her arms, crashing her lips against Y/n's bleeding ones as the tears resurface. "I have a way out of here," she says.

"When can we go? I do not care what you have to say about this. We must leave at once. It does not matter where we end up either. I will follow you to the ends of the earth as long as I am with you, I am free," Wanda says desperately. Y/n smiles and kisses her to let her know she feels the same.

"We cannot leave until past midnight. Go home. Pack what you need. I will come rescue you," she directs Wanda with tears in her eyes.

Wanda does as she is told and returns home. Effectively avoiding the presence of her father. She was unaware that he was not home. She did not know that he was at Y/n's home informing her father that his daughter was forcing herself on Wanda. That he had found them while Y/n was attacking his daughter. He continued his tale by claiming he was on his way to turn the girl into the authorities when she slipped out of his fingers and disappeared. Now he needed help locating Y/n. The man was filled with a homophobic rage and gathered more men like him to search for his daughter.

As the sun lowers in the sky, Wanda is anxiously watching the town's clock from her bedroom window. She had a bag packed along with some money she had been saving for years. It was barely anything but she was hopeful it would help get them far away from here. She wondered where they could go, where they would be accepted. Was there even such a place? She liked to think that there might be. Caught up in her daydream of a fantasy land where she could live life with her love she did see her father enter the house. It was not until he was in the doorway of her bedroom with a blood stained shirt, breathing heavily, that she realized he just got home. That he was not locked up in his room or the study, upset with her, as she had assumed earlier. He was out. Her gaze is fixated on the blood on his shirt and she frowns but excuses it as he went hunting to blow off some steam, a thing he was known for doing.

In a stern tone, he corrects her with a few words. “It is done.” Horror crosses his daughter's face as she comes to a realization that indeed is not animal blood. “Her soul is on its way to hell, where it belongs. You don't have to worry about being sold to Thanos either. He's hanging right beside her.”

Her mother comes rushing into the room, running past her husband at the blood curdling scream Wanda let's rip through her and wraps her arms around her grieving daughter. Time ceases to exist once again.

“She is gone now. Get up and go live your life. Find a man, forget about her and you will be fine.” He says after a couple of weeks of his daughter laying bed like a corpse she wishes she were.

Eventually, Wanda does get up. She walks to a store, ignoring the stares and whispers. She buys a rope and returns home. Wanda spent approximately an hour writing a letter to her dead lover.

Mrs. Maximoff is the one to discover that her daughter is missing. Django gathers a much less aggressive search party than the last one. Men scour the woods with lanterns calling out to the lost girl. Pietro found a trail of footprints and followed them until he knocked into something that was not a tree. He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head to wake himself up from this terrible nightmare. Pietro opened his eyes and with no luck, his sister was still hanging from a tree. When he looked down he found her note and pocketed it before alerting the others. While he waited for them to find him, he wrapped his arms around his twins legs and wept. Despite his efforts, she was no longer safe. Out of the group of men running towards Pietro's cry, Django found them first and dropped to his knees at the sight.

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Oh my god just imagine Mommy Wanda fingering you while you suck on her big tits and drink her milk 😵‍💫

i'd actually combust 🫨😵‍💫

but imagine she would edge you nonstop as well! and never let you cum!! she'd be so mean that everytime your orgasm is near, with how much you are so overwhelmed with having your mommy all to yourself, her attention set on only bringing you so much pleasure, you just can't help but pull away from her breasts so you could feel as the sensation of pleasure washes over you. but, she too pulls her fingers out of your pussy, telling you that you only get to cum when she is satisfied and when you begged her well enough.

but who'd truly end up being more whiny and sensitive by the end of it all?? really she is so addicted to having you suckle on her breasts that she ends up overstimulating the two of you, and leaving you both hot and bothered as you can't go on and you can seem to have the energy to make one another cum!

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margauxluthor · 5 days

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Off Script

Actress!Wanda x Reader

For @lifespectator and @aloneodi

You couldn’t believe it. First big time film project and you were teamed up with your celebrity crush, the world famous Wanda Maximoff.

It was a smaller indie project but Wanda always loved to do them after a blockbuster. It kept her grounded in her mind. And here she was about to work with you.

You somehow got thru the chemistry tests with her without completely falling to pieces in your presence. It was only later that you found out that she personally voted for you to be her love interest in the movie.

First day of filming and you were having jitters. You felt your script shaking in your hands.

“First day jitters,” a kind and lovey voice spoke to you. You turned to find Wanda giving you a friendly smile. “I still get those too. Especially on films im so excited about”

“You do such a wonderful job at hiding them.”

She giggles, “don’t worry it’ll pass. You got this Y/N. See you for scene 28” she gives a wink and walks off to join her assistant.

Scene 28? How could you forget? The first scene on the first day of filming and it’s the big scene where your character and hers admit their star crossed feelings for one another. You were supposed to then pick her up and set her on the kitchen counter before being interrupted.

Your hands were gonna be in her waist. She was supposed to be panting according to the script. The only woman you’ve ever crushed on and this was the scene?

Well the first few takes were a disaster. The director wasn’t furious but more frustrated. “This is not align with my vision!” The director whined before moving from the set to his trailer to think.

“I’m a screw up” you sigh. Wanda places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s not easy. Building a sense of intimacy with a total stranger.”

“But you and Vis do so great on—“

“We hung out before the cameras even rolled” she shrugs. “Come on. I think our director’s gonna be gone for awhile”

Wanda takes your hand and leads you to her trailer. Her trailer, a mishmash of her guitar, some old TV show DVDs and her laptop. She takes a seat on the couch and pats the space next to her. You take a seat.

Your favorite actress stares at you like a girl who invited to her crush up to her bedroom. You could feel your own heart pounding out of your chest.

“Ask me anything.” She says, “anything to break the ice.”

“Favorite food?”

“My momma’s paprikesh. Old family recipe. Favorite show?”

You were tempted to say hers, “uhh…Dick Van Dyke season two”

“Nice choice. Also my favorite” she giggles, “if you weren’t acting what would you do?”

“Writing.” You answer, “I just love it. And you?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She takes a deep breath, “maybe gardening…or maybe writing a children’s book”

“Got anyone special?” Your question makes Wanda’s cheeks burn red with embarrassment.

“No. I know what the press says about me and Vis but there’s nothing there.” She smiles at you, “and you?”

“No. I-I’ve been so nervous about working with you. You’re like so cool and amazing and beautiful.” You wanted to slap yourself for saying it aloud.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She smiles at you. As if on instinct, you nod. “I-I have to admit, I was nervous about today too.”

“The great Wanda Maximoff? nervous?”

“I couldn’t tell you at the audition but…I-I thought you cute.”

You could practically feel your heart stop. This had to be some last second before death kind of dream.

Wanda gets up on her knees. “Mind if I try something?”

“Sure. What?” She wraps her arms around your neck.

“Chemistry test…detka” she leans in, your arms wrap around her waist. She kisses you. First gently and then a little quicker and then a little more desperate. She pulls back and looks you in the eye.

“Perfect” she whispers before kissing you again. “You’re perfect”

It was perfect. It was everything you dreamed of. Wanda was in your arms, her legs wrapped around your waist, kissing you. Her lips were like the sweetest candy. You never wanted it to end.

A knock at the trailer door breaks you apart. “Ms Maximoff? You and Y/N are needed on set. Everything alright?” The A.D. asks.

“Yeah. Y/N and I were…practicing for the scene.” She blushes.

“Need you both on set in five.” The A.D. says before leaving.

“To be continued?” You ask a little hopeful.

“I can’t wait for us to practice Scene 75,” Wanda gives you a wink before pulling you out the door. She pulls you close and whispers, “later…detka”

Wanda Maximoff, you’d want no one else for a screen partner…and maybe just for a partner in general. The paparazzi is gonna have a field day with this.

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The Family Business ( Series Masterlist)

WandaNat x Reader

Mafia Au

The Maximoff’s take you in as one of their own after a night that will forever haunt you. You join the family business and in it you find yourself falling madly in love with your best friend's sister and her wife.

Ch. 1- The passing of your older brother forever changed your relationship with your parents. After a particularly brutal incident with your mother, the Maximoff's welcome you into their home.

Ch.2- Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.

Ch.3- Natasha has heard stories of you from Wanda. It has her doubting your current day skill level. With Dragos and Wanda in a meeting, you get the chance to tell her a bit about the person you've become.

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margauxluthor · 5 days

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carribean summer heat — m., wanda

wanda maximoff x female!reader

summary: it's a lovely sight to see wanda maximoff sweating and blushing due to the tropical heat. sometimes it's tricky, because one moment she looks like a baby, and the next, well...you could ask the particular group of people who...but you suppose not. it's impossible they could have seen the hot flush on her cheeks as she handled you then and there, out in the open.

warning/s: top!wanda, bottom!f!reader, dom/sub dynamics, thigh riding, dirty talk, semi-public, mommy kink, use of strap-on, creampie, & teasing.

word count: 4, 300

author’s note: hiiiiii hiiii hiiii i'm so happy i finally have some content to post on my rotting account. ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ (i did have multiple drafts but i forgot tumblr existed 'cause i had off notifs the whole time since may.) it was a giddy, high school girl crush feeling of me to write this filthy fic. (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ i hope everyone's having a wonderful Hot Girl summer!! or a Hot Slutty summer, whichever you prefer. o(>ω<;)o

18+ only. men and minors do NOT interact.

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the sun rays barely strike your tanning skin, serving only as an illumination toward the breathtaking view of the caribbean sea as you situate on the patio.

three ivory-colored recliner beach chairs are included in the rental villa, wherein you occupy one whilst the woman who flew a helicopter in saint-barthélemy island, makes piña coladas in the kitchen. a few hours ago you woke up earlier than her, and it was a relieving feeling, of hearing the rise and fall of her breath. a pink blush coated her entire face, unused to the tropical weather. hair stuck on the oval of her face, grinning at how baby-ish she looked. you didn’t bother rousing her though, as you were both selfish for being the sole witness of the rising sun behind the full glass window of the villa, and considerate to allow her more time to rest.

not long after though, she woke up moaning your name, rubbing a whole limb on the empty space you left behind.

“you left me,” wanda whined, her eyes glazed and her red lips pouty.

“they gave us fresh coconuts,” you purred, showing her the fruit. helping her sit up on the white mattress, you plant a chaste kiss on her cheekbone. this feels like a true vacation, you thought to yourself, appreciating the beach elements surrounding the entire villa, and the hard-to-miss view of the sea outside. although, the other thing that left you breathless was wanda’s bare breasts, the only clothing clinging onto her body was the thong she changed into right after she showered last night.

you rested the open edge of the coconut in between her lips, “here,” tipping it upward so she could drink the coconut juice. wanda’s eyes fluttered close, a long and pronounced moan gracing your ears. she covered your hands with her own to hold the fruit, gulping the liquid into her parched mouth. she sighed as she finished, looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes.

she suggested, “we can eat the insides for breakfast, honey,” bending low toward the bedside to fetch her matching bra. you blushed at the recollection of last night. “i’m sure they have some honey in the kitchen somewhere…” you added, watching the tips of her peaks disappear into view.

wanda teased, “you like what you see?”, lightly slapping your face in the process in a playful manner. you tried to forget how her plump breasts felt in your hands as you suckled her dry, returning into the present moment of the beautiful day.

“i would like to eat,” you diverted the topic back into the fruit in your hands, which wasn’t successful as wanda raised an amused brow, pursing her lips together to fight back a smile. you pointed to the coconut to counter her silent reproach, giving her a light blush. “get your head outta gutter, ma’am,” you said and retreated to the kitchen before she could come up with a witty remark, which you’d most likely shut her up with a kiss.

wanda hums the tune from maroon 5’s sunday morning as she exits the indoor, clutching a wooden tray filled with food and replenishments. a board of charcuterie sits in the middle of the two piña coladas. you gasp at the precise detailing, “i’m not done,” blinking your eyes in anticipation, revealing a coconut with a straw strapped to the side. wanda caresses your hair, gives you a kiss on the forehead as you look up at her adoringly. “help yourself, angel,” she said before pecking your cheek. you mewl and melt at her service, appreciating the beautiful woman even more.

the drinks are astounding, satisfying your thirst for something cool in this caribbean summer heat, as well as your insufferable stomach—literal paradise—blinding your attention away from the oval-rimmed eyeglasses, but most especially, her gorgeousness in a bikini. “is that-“

wanda maximoff grins like a cheshire cat, “yes, angel, it’s the one you picked for me!” sometimes wanda does it, she sends you a fitting room pic of her in bikinis—and if you were blessed enough—lingeries—needing a different perspective of what looks flattering on her.

this particular bikini that clings onto her glistening skin is a green tie-front bandeau matched with a thin-string bikini bottom that leaves little to no imagination; highlighting the fullness of her hips down her voluminous thigh. her exposed tight stomach that has a small bruise on the side of her belly button, the heavy cups of her chest. you love how wanda never fails to wear something as if she was born with it and that it never leaves her skin.

you don’t realize until later that your mouth hangs open watching wanda cozy herself onto the beach chair next to you, laying it all out for the sea to see.

“oh,” you choke on your own spit, sight glued onto her cleavage. and if temptation could get any worse, sweat trickles down on the valley of it, getting envious (and more) of how close it is to where you want to be. stammering “you look-l-look-so look so marvelous, w-wan,” you gulp down your insistent saliva and grab the cool piña colada, biting hard on the straw as you sip in the flavor to replace the volcano on your tongue, before saying another that would jeopardize this peaceful, sunny day. (although it isn’t bad if it heads toward that direction.)

“you’re sucking so hard on it, princess,” wanda chuckles, “is it that tasty?” facing you now, leaning her weight against her right arm. her cleavage sag toward gravity, you fear it might actually fall off. short-circuiting for a moment, registering her question, her intention, and her innuendo. trying to calculate and rethink your response as you now, gently, sip the straw, sensing the coolness of your throat and skin, staring at the vast sea.

you turn your gaze on her nose, so wanda would think that you are brave enough to have a staredown with her striking olive green eyes. then you take another hard sip, hollowing your cheeks in the process, at the same time moaning loudly, rolling your eyes back. “oh yes,” you sigh, “it tastes so good, wan! would you like some?”

she grins like a proud mother, “yeah,” reaching for the other glass but you swat her hand away. “nuh-uh,” you spurn, shaking your index finger whilst you stand up from the chair. you take three slow, deliberate steps sipping on the cocktail, not breaking eye contact with her. wanda watches every move in a relaxed position, however, her eyes carry primacy and eagerness—she’s like a hawk with it.

you bat your eyes at her as you lower yourself down, dipping one knee on the beach chair in the open space of her glistening legs, at the same time resting the piña colada on the wooden tray. wanda scoots facing you, realizing what is up your sleeve. a shiver runs down your spine when she holds your love handles, positioning you in place. you swear to not have done anything but sit, like a moan, when she plops you down against her lap, her grip on your knees reluctant as if she’s trying not to clench on you too hard.

wanda’s specs tumble out of place for a second ‘cause you clip the loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear, taking your time. she whines, “i’m getting so thirsty!” jerking your body up and down, making your legs quiver, the friction of your cores heating your bundle of nerves.

sticking an index finger against her complaining lips only to pinch her jawbone to force an opening, without saying a word, you connect your mouth with hers, slowly pushing out the piña colada into her “parched” throat.

wanda flutters her eyes close and hums at the sensation, gulping it down, caressing your back in the process. sluggish and soft, fingertips against your shoulder blades. upward your hair, combing through them. and finally, your neck, massaging your nape in circular motions.

when you pull away you return a soft smile, giddy and grateful, reaching for the glass to give her some more. wanda’s wandering hands begin to become playful, toying with your bikini strap, stretching the fabric just to let it strike your skin. you hiss, slapping her hands away, yet she reprimands you with a smack on the ass. you sigh in relief for not having anything in your mouth.

more perspiration covers her milk skin, moaning at the liquid tantalizing her throat, and you who cannot help but bounce against her, the heat crawling through your body caused by not only the tropical heat of the island.

“princess, wanda whines, pushing your hips hard to stop you from bouncing like a bitch in heat, “what is it?” acting as if she doesn’t know what you’re asking for. “do you want to ride my thigh?”

or maybe she does.

nodding eagerly, you slide your hands over wanda’s arms to intertwine fingers, descending to land on her thigh. “don’t let me go,”

wanda shakes her head, relaxed, rubbing her thumb over, “how am i going to play with your nipples then, honey?”

that particular sentence made you grind hard on her, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. it’s all up to you though, so you begin to feel her voluptuous thigh at home between your legs, at home to be used by your needy pussy. “let me play with them, yeah?”

you allow wanda to let go of your hands, although it doesn’t stay dangling and out of place. she puts them around her waist, “there. so you have something to hold on to,” gathering your hair around her grip. “get on it, little girl. give me a great view.”

you do as told.

somehow, you always need wanda’s approval and permission before doing something that includes her, because it’s different with her. you utterly have faith that she would keep you safe, because most exciting things are dangerous. you become your truest, unapologetic self with her, dependent and clueless. wanda adores it, serving you, treating you like a princess.

hoarsely, “there we go, nice and slow for now, huh?” wanda stares at your whole frame, your legs automatically spreading wider, draping over the chair. she bites her lip, dragging her fingers over your thighs, as you increase your pace. you squeal, pressing your clad pussy against her thigh, “that’s what i’m talking about, baby. make yourself feel good for me,” whilst wanda encourages you with hunger.

you whimper, watching her watch you. blood rushes into your cheeks, bowing down to relieve the tension of being under wanda’s gaze, still unused to the pierce of her green eyes. you only look back when she begins fiddling with your top straps, teasing you with her next move.

you believe you know what’s about to happen and yet she lets them go, cupping your tits with her hands, kneading them into her calloused palms. you topple over at the pleasure, and she holds you up with your breasts, almost crushing them. the action causes you to let out a high-pitched whimper, casually rubbing yourself to take off the insufferable itch in your clit.

“oh god,” you sob when wanda pries the cups open without taking the top off, only setting them aside, as if she’s washing off sand from a seashell with her slender hands. “oh, oh!” feverishly you buck your hips, and “wanda!” a scream follows as she steps on her heel, her thigh going on a slope.

“that’s my pretty girl,” wanda husks, “keep moaning for me,” encouraging you. a simultaneous long moan erupts from both of you as she pinches your peaks, rolling them in between her fingers. a hungry grunt vibrates through her before diving into your tit, sucking it full with her mouth. your hand goes straight through her blonde hair, gripping it through the scalp, and then her shoulder where you find better leverage.

“that’s it-“ wanda huffs, “g-good, good, my good girl,” lost in the pleasure of sucking your chest. “yeah baby come for me-“

wanda guides your hips, setting a quick, solid rhythm. she pulses her heel up and down, and then it hits you,

“come for me, pretty girl. come for mommy-“

screaming and thrashing on top of her.

you crash against her chest, quivering all over, moan after moan tumbling out of your mouth, your hips still moving but at their own accord, with wanda’s hands resting on your buttcheeks. wanda hums when you quiet down, the vibration reaching your nipples, grazing you with a scream, cum dripping out of you. “dirty,” you mewl, referring to your soaked and sticky bikini bottom

wanda groans, “all mine,” palming your pussy through it, shoving her lips onto yours. you happily obliged, probing your tongue in her mouth, which she gladly accepted. massaging them together, suckling, and then nipping her lower lip, brushing your noses together.

“mhm!” you squeal as you pull away, giving wanda a radiant smile. she pinches your cheeks and pecks your nose. “okay then!” she claps her hands together, an eager woman with a plan. she kisses the side of your neck just below your ear. she pulls you away from her, settling you down in between her legs.

she gets up, get cozy, princess, mommy’s just gonna take something inside, okay?”

“mommy,” you whine, “can i come with?”

“no no, princess. it’s a surprise for you, okay? i’ll be back before you know it!” and then she’s gone.

you probably should have added “please” then she would’ve surely brought you in with her. but you do entertain yourself with the little time alone: rearranging glasses back in place, disregarding your wet bottom because wanda would take it off as usual, and finish the cocktail. you also spooned a bit of the coconut’s inside.

a loud chatter pulls you away from your little bubble, a group of people jet skiing echoing through the space. multiple arms wave in your direction, a booming “HELLO” as you wave back, blush coating your cheeks. you push your legs tight together. realizing the openness of the patio, you make a double take behind the place wanda has disappeared off, knowing that there’s more to come out of after your stunt, and most especially that you have brought her dominant side out here.

you drink wanda’s piña colada to pacify your nerves.

wanda isn’t scary, per se, she just gets super duper mega hot and towering—sometimes to the point of la petite mort—but this time the possibility of somebody else kayaking their way into your location makes you palpitate.

kayaking, the deliberate effort of rowing through this calm ocean—the agonizing trail of the canoes—it is something worse than a damn jet ski. this is driving you crazy!

“i’m sorry for the long wait, my darling. mommy couldn’t find it for a while ‘cause she’s thinking about you…”

you take a huge gulp, refusing to look at what's behind you. a hand ghosts on top of the beach chair. “it’s okay, wanda, i like the view here…”

“i know, princess. but it’ll look nicer if you see what mommy packed for you!”

this is her cue to come forward, blocking the peaceful view of the sea, showing her thick strap. you roll your eyes back, trembling all over, making her chuckle at the expected reaction, taking your hand to stroke her cock.

“i love the sound of your whimpers, baby. shows how much effect i have on you,” wanda husks, her desire of giving it to you palpable, because she dirty talks her way into your pussy as she does so. you gasp, “it’s big,” gripping the tip, feeling the faux veins coating the shaft. “you can take it, princess. i know it.”

“i don’t think so…” you dissent, shaking your head, at the same time anticipating it. but surely you can’t take it in you, it’ll hurt so bad. wanda shakes her head and palms your drenched clothed pussy before setting it aside.

she puts a finger in without warning, making you arch your back, a cry “mommy!” leaving your shocked mouth.

“now you’re calling me mommy,” she gives you a disapproving look, but urges you on smiling at the motion of you sucking her middle finger in fully without resistance. “i knew you’d be so wet, so i didn’t bring any lube.”

wanda takes her finger out and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of your cum. “mmm, i might just have to eat you out instead. would you want that, my princess?”

you nod your head rather aggressively, your face contorted in desperation. anything not to take her monster dick. however, wanda must’ve noticed your not-so-subtle calculation because she changes her mind, shaking her head, trying to hide her cheshire smirk.

“no,” she hum, “i think my tongue can wait for this sweet pussy. ‘cause then what’s gonna keep my baby girl’s boobs occupied?”

a squeal leaves your mouth as wanda drags your legs to the edge until it’s draping off the chair. you stick your legs together in the wind, your cum glistening on your pussy. wanda traces the slick that coats your inner thigh, just to get a rise out of you. she bites her lip in anticipation as she lubes her cock with your pussy juice, rubbing the tip over your clit.

“fuck,” she moans, “listen to it,” slapping it the toy against your pussy. “mommy,” you could only respond, already over the whole teasing fit. “please!”

“please what, princess?”

“plea-pl-“

she chuckles. wanda groans as she lines her cock in your opening, “use your words, darling. makes it easier for us,” waiting for you to vocalize.

you fling your hand forward to intertwine them with hers. “please fuck me, mommy. pleaseplease fill meplease!”

wanda whimpers.

“that’s my good girl.”

she enters you slowly, encouraging you to take deep breaths as she spreads your hole, tearing you open to get used to the size. your brows knit together at the sharp pain, mewling at the sensation. wanda peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw, distracting you from the initial process, “hey, hey, baby. it’s okay, mommy’s here–mommy will take care of you.”

your “thank you” gets swallowed by her lips, capturing yours in a languid tango, firm and warm in the tropical heat. your eyes flutter close alike battling sleep as, fighting the urge to just stay open because if you stare long enough at wanda’s eyelashes, you would be able to count them, but you settle with feeling it caressing your cheekbone. she breathes you in with each inhale, her hands coming to your cheeks to get a hold of you even more. you let out a keen for the numerous times she bites your lip, sliding her tongue in when you moan at the first thrust.

you break the kiss, “mommy,” giving her a pleading look. “please.”

she presents you a peck and nods her head, “oh yes,” beginning a pace. “is that okay, princess? does it hurt?”

“little only now, mommy. i like it,” you reply, taking her tongue in yours again.

“yeah?” she pulls away from the kiss, “you like mommy grinding down on you?” pushing in her length harder, her pace controlled. you hear the beach chair thud against the movement. your tits bounce at the same time, whimpering, tugging her hand, “faster please-“

“no, no. mommy’s gonna take her time, my love. i need to feel every inch of you before we get back. fuck! i’ve never fucked you in a bikini! it’s been in my bucket list for months now and i could finally-!”

wanda finds her pace, a grunt leaving her, pumping deeper into you, “-do this!” a cry leaving your swelling lips as your back arches in the process, her cock stuffing you full. “thank you, feels so good,” you slur, eyes rolling back, seeing the blue of cloudy skies. you think you begin to drool.

wanda makes an incoherent statement, her lower lip bitten to hold back her moans. a bucket of sweat forms on her forehead, little bubbles that slide down through her forehead and blushing face. her hair tangles in knots like a wet mop, clinging against her back.

her hands slither through your body, tracing patterns on your stomach, playing with your belly button. “you’re welcome,” she sighs, “anything for my favorite lady,” whispering over your ear, her hot puffs making your spine quiver. she nibbles your earlobe.

and your neck, sinking her teeth into flesh, planting a bruise, gripping your waist tight to pull you forward to meet her pounding. “ah fuck, wanda!” you yelp, as she stretches your pussy hole open and full. bucking her hips with no abandon, chasing that high that belongs in between your legs, her primal urge to please you—to hear you scream her name in your favorite vacation spot—to make you come apart only for her to build you back up.

“oh baby, uh,” wanda keens, clipping her hair out of the way of seeing you fucked out, “play with your tits, y/n. come on, please! show me your pretty bits,”

a high-pitched moan sounds out of you from wanda’s desperation, mimicking her movement a sex ago, setting your cups to the side. your fingers shake as you pinch and roll your nipples, your moans getting higher and prolonged the more you tug at them. your whole body spasms, thrashing under wanda who makes it her life’s mission to make you come around her cock.

you hear her chuckle close to your ear, licking a column of your neck, peppering kisses down onto your chest, replacing your fingers with her lips and tongue.

“so hard, so ha-“

“harder!” you sob, jackhammering your hips to meet hers, every snap ending with the sound of your juices thwacking around wanda’s big dick.

“hey, hey, princess look,” wanda slaps your face lightly to catch your attention, at the brink of tapping out, your brain unable to cope up with the situation anymore. you push your hoods open—screaming at the shock—the sight of wanda’s bare breasts bouncing up and down, looking so supple and fresh.

“mommy,” you whine, “i wanna suck you,”

how you managed to let that out you don’t know.

wanda whimpers, “oh baby,” purring as she downs her pace, “here princess,” taking one tit and holding in front of your mouth, “suck mommy good yeah?”

you only nod your head, speaking less to more. your mouth envelops in the hard peaks of the older woman, flicking it with your tongue before you actually suck it. wanda lets out a shaky breath, “y-yeah princess. be a good girl for mommy-“ driving her cock in your wet cunt in one swift thrust, frantic to hear you once more.

“y/n!” wanda writhes, the only leverage she has over you is her hands clenching your sides, “fuck fuckfuck me- mommy’s so close princess-!” screaming along with you.

“mommy, mommy,” you slur, attempting to wrap your legs around her waist but it’s too imposible with the energy you have. although wanda takes notice, helping you, wrapping one leg around her, whilst the other takes your hand the way you intended to in the first place. “yes, princess. mommy’s clo–come with me, please? come with me m’kay?”

repetitive words tumble out of wanda’s lips with the way her mind untangles as well, lost in the pleasure of having you fucked brainless. her tit falls off your mouth when you fling your head back, nearing into your climax. one more thrust—

a familiar loud chatter enters your hearing, pointing toward your direction, wanda noticing the same thing as she pauses for a beat, and before shame could creep into your head, she jolts her hips recklessly, fucking you with a few visitors.

“fuck yeah? we got an audience, baby. better give them our best sho-“

wanda chokes out a sob the same time as you, convulsing and trembling together at the climax. multiple expletives grunts out of her filthy mouth, complementing your sputtering.

wanda screams the same time as you do, crashing together. multiple expletives come out of her filthy mouth, complementing your whiny sounds.

“m-mommy!” you whine, drool dripping out of your mouth, “please–“ wanda grinning down at you, the loud chatter that once was powerful now weak and non-existent. “yes princess?” she purrs, washing the orgasm out of you. “i think you made them shut up, baby,” she chuckles breathlessly, her face red and wet. “but…we’re not done yet.”

you whine, exhaustion already painted all over you. “nope,” wanda pops the p and fixes your disheveled hair. you look so fucked out, not even a workout excuse is going to hide that.

“i just…” wanda takes her time to come up with something, a sugarcoated truth, maybe? or a white lie?

“…i wanna put all my cum inside you,” she lets out quietly, batting her eyes at you.

you cry with your legs spread open and shaking, ropes of cum filling your pussy hole. wanda giggles and moves her cock in a sensual pace, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“i’m so full mommy!”

“so full of my cum! how does it feel being filled with cum, huh, princess?”

you can barely open your eyes at this point, but wanda insists, slapping your face lightly to catch your short attention span. “you like it?”

“yes, mommy. makes me wanna suck you,” you whimper as wanda moans. “i’ll fuck my cum in you some more and then i’ll get to fuck your face?”

“yes, you offer breathlessly, drifting off. she takes your chin so you could face her, “no, no,” giving you a demanding look, “yes what?”

she puts her thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck. “yes, mommy.”

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