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@spider-womanswife This is the Happy ending, the versión 2 is the one where R didn't save Wanda but I don't have it

Wanda's Web | Wanda Maximoff x Reader [version 1]

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 12,091

Warnings: Spider-Person!Reader, Doctor!Wanda Maximoff, Age Gaps (R is 23, Wanda is 38), Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort | 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This is version one (out of two) where each of them carry different endings, but the story is all the same.

Summary: Being a friendly neighborhood Spidey for years takes a toll on you, but upon meeting a rather curious doctor you find yourself wishing for normalcy for the first time since high school.

Version 2

All that came crashing down was red when you saw her.

Pain had crashed through your body when laying sprawled across a gurney that was wheeled into the emergency room at the Presbyterian in Lenox Hill. You clung to your side that lacked any red spandex. Humming a tender song, your eyes came to close. Although you carried immense superhuman strength, nothing could prepare you for the wave of criminals rummaging through the streets of the city with a pitch black sky and lights beaming to enlighten it.

You had been quick enough to finish off the last batch for the night. With Kingpin behind bars all you had left were trinkled men of his scouring through the island of Manhattan in search of trouble. Rather than garner a good night’s sleep for your class early the following day, you decided to go after them.

“The doctor will be right with you,” the nurse told you once she secured your side knowing the bruise upon it wouldn’t be fatal. She surveyed your hooded eyes that showed no fear. It wasn’t the first time you had been through it. After countless visits to hospitals that surrounded the city, far away from home due to anonymity, you settled for the first one you could easily swing to without having to deal with the bruised ribs of yours or hiss your way to Brooklyn.

Since high school you have tasked yourself with protecting the city. Once bit by the spider, upon losing your uncle, you knew that with the great power you held came great responsibility. Surely the remaining heroes across the world, the Avengers whose tower stood proudly in the midst of Midtown, were far too busy to take on your shroud of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Person.

The stench of lavender filled your nostrils as a peculiar redhead donning a white lab coat approached you. Her hair was made into a bun held on the back of her head by a pen, reading glasses perched on her nose as she read the clipboard in her pristine hands with perfectly manicured black nails. Albeit beautiful, you didn’t miss the bags which formed underneath seemingly tired green eyes. Sympathy was sent her way. The last thing you wished to do was keep the woman by your side longer than you had to.

“A bruised rib, huh?” Her voice was smooth as honey. Such a sound would not be easily forgotten by you. “It’s 12:34 am on a weekday. How did you manage to do that?”

“The subway?” you sheepishly shrugged.

“What, did you jump in front of the moving train or something?” When she giggled, you swore your wound had been cursed. “You know, if someone did this to you I am legally obligated to tell the police. So tell me,” her eyes flickered over the papers on the board. “Y/N, what happened to you? You seem like a healthy and fairly intelligent young woman. I doubt you did this to yourself.”

The way your name rolled off her tongue, voice thick with what you pin-pointed as a Sokovian accent, made you shudder with warmth. “It really was stupid. My friend and I were messing around at his apartment and I kinda fell off the fire escape,” you lied. “I know it sounds really weird, but I am not really the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“Oh honey this is New York. This isn’t nearly the worst or dumbest thing I’ve seen in the past hour.”

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows at that.

The doctor hummed at that, leaving the clipboard by the foot of the bed to walk towards the side where your bruise kept growing. The noise from the busy ER was nowhere to be found. Instead you put all your focus on the older woman. Watching as she carefully lifted your shirt, pushing your shaking hand away, you swore your breathing ceased. Having her in such close proximity was a true pleasure.

“I had a lady come in a few minutes ago for an ear infection. She went to her doctor earlier today, was prescribed antibiotics, took a few and swung by because, as she put it, ‘I still feel like shit, doc.’ Sometimes I wonder if all those years I spent in medical school were really worth it. But then I get patients like you and I remember that helping people is why I exist,” she explained. Gentle fingers merely ghosted your skin that began showing in an angry light red hue. “Then of course there was a young man who was dared by his very intelligent friends to jump off a building and grab onto a flagpole. It’s still unclear to me if he knows about this wonderful thing called gravity.”

Laughing made the pain worse, but you couldn’t help the amused sound that came from the depths of your throat. Tears sprung from your eyes as you wondered whether they came from the stinging of your wound or the humor of it all.

The doctor made lighthearted small talk with you, telling you more of the enjoyable stories from her job to keep you from thinking about how much it all ached. There wasn’t much she could do given your pain didn’t elicit any severe symptoms upon you. All Wanda brought you was the comfort of painkillers that you knew wouldn’t have much of an effect upon your superpowered being. Well, unless you took four at once.

“So are you married or…?” The innocently asked question floated through the air forcing a smirk from your doctor who, upon further review, began filling out the paperwork for your medicine.

“Happily divorced,” she replied. There was no animosity within her words. If anything the divorce had built up since the first day they got married. “And not looking to have a mid-life crisis with someone younger than me.”

“Ouch,” you laughed it off, winking at Wanda who teasingly brushed her hand upon your bruise. “Ouch, fuck!”

“Stay still, darling.”

The redhead took her sweet time filling out the forms. Although with a frenzy of patients waiting for her until the shift ended, spending time with you was the highlight of the night she never knew she needed.

“Any kids?”

“A lovely pair of twins,” she was quick to answer, her face lighting up at the mere thought of her children. Although quite the devious youngsters cared for by their father when she took late hours of work, she loved them more than life itself.

Twins, huh? It was a lot, but you didn’t dare mind the information. “Huh, that’s cute. Fraternal or identical?”

“Why are you so insistent in asking questions? I barely know anything about you,” she tilted her head.

“Well my name is Y/N Y/L/N and you know that I have a fucked rib.” The pain of it all and exhilaration faced by being around such a beautiful specimen made you much more talkative and confident. “I’m also really good at baking brownies. You?”

“Wanda,” she mumbled. “Dr. Wanda Maximoff, quite literally at your service. Unlike you, I don’t have a cracked rib.”

Although you had only spent less than half an hour together, you desperately craved her presence more often.

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Wanda Maximoff, how cute.

“So I met this girl.”

Sitting beside your best friend and roommate over the couch of the living room you shared, you broke the silence. The two of you had stuck to watching reruns of whatever Gordon Ramsey show you could find. You always brought up the fact that Julia Child was much better, hell even Rachel Ray, but Peter was insistent that the one true culinary god was Ramsay himself.

“Yeah?” His gaze didn’t break away from the television that she hypnotically stared at while plopping another mouthful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Well, this woman,” you were sure to correct.

That piqued his interest as he turned. The two of you were rather honest and open about who you dated, Peter having stuck by MJ’s side ever since high school as you found yourself more laid-back to the whole ordeal. Never had you gone for anyone older than a few years. “Oh?”

“She’s really pretty and I want to see her again. I mean she’s a doctor and works at the ER. We’re seeing each other again at some point given my career choice. More like a side hobby I guess.”

Peter was the first person who you told about your newfound powers back in your sophomore year of high school. He was quite surprised and unbelieving about it all, but as soon as you began crawling through the walls and ceiling before shooting webs from your very wrists, he was in awe. Only him, MJ, and your aunt knew of your not-so-secret identity.

“Wait, she's a doctor? How old is she?” He seemed worried at first, shutting off Ramsay as he yelled at yet another contestant of his show.

“Umm I’m not sure,” you shrugged, the ‘nor do I care’ going missing. “I don’t think people like being asked that. All I know is that she’s divorced and has twins! And she’s crazy pretty. I mean she had to touch me to do her doctoring job and I think that might’ve single-handedly healed me.”

“Dude you really shouldn’t go for that. She’s got a full life already with kids! You’re a superhero. What if you put them in danger?”

“Pete, I’m barely a hero, let alone super. Is it really that bad that I want to start dating around? Ever since I graduated high school I haven’t been able to do shit. Now I’m leaving college in a few months and I just…want to be happy for once. I don’t want to keep being this savior of the people for the rest of my life. Eventually I want to be with someone.”

Peter was unamused when he monotonically spoke. “With your mystery doctor who could be twice your age?”

“Yup!”

In theory it wasn’t a great idea, nor generally, but you couldn’t shake off the connection you felt with Wanda. Regardless of Peter’s ideals, you’d be sure to try and find your happiness. Lo and behold you’d regain a normal life after years of chaos.

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With the next few months passing, you carried on about your life normally. During the day you were the average college student who breezed through the final weeks of the Fall semester, while at night you took the mantle of a spider-theme vigilante. Although rest was a commodity you weren’t keen to, keeping those across the city safe sated your need for a thrill, making them happy along the way.

Several visits back to the emergency room at the hospital Wanda worked at had proven to be rather fruitful from time to time. Although with most occasions she was nowhere to be found, the older woman who carried a fire in her eyes not having a set schedule, you were hit with a surge of joy whenever you feasted your eyes upon her – even if it meant watching from afar as another doctor tended to your wounds.

Many moments had the two of you shared silent gazes. Never did you dare stop thinking of her upon your return home. Wanda plagued your dreams as well as your waking life. And yet you couldn’t dare complain.

Another weekend in the island of Manhattan meant busy work ahead of you. Once tugging on your red and blue latex suit, you threw yourself off the window of your shared apartment with Peter, promising that you’d bring him back pizza for him to share with you for breakfast. You’d only be young once in your lifetime after all.

Swinging across the buildings in the city brought you a loving sense of freedom. The power and responsibility that came with your nightly activities was pushed to the back of your mind as you flew from skyscraper to skyscraper. No one could enjoy such an adrenaline-inducing activity quite like you. Especially not Peter who had nearly barfed all over your suit the first and last time you took him swinging around.

The night went by smoothly. Each crime you stopped gave you a high sense of fulfillment. They weren’t major, mainly petty criminals in desperate need of cash raiding stores across the island, bodegas at times in surrounding boroughs. Most nights you could take breaks at the top of a building, crack open a cold bottle of water that you had to press against your sweaty forehead upon taking off your mask, then gnawing at a grilled cheese sandwich from Mondo’s Eatery – quaint little shop in Queens frequented by one Spider-person alongside their much more normal alter ego.

All went by quickly, at least until someone that caught your eye was put in the line of danger.

You weren’t stalking her per se, you truly made yourself believe that. If anything you watched over your faithful emergency room doctor whenever you could, checking out if she got home safely each night across the island. Wanda, you found in a self-assured not-so-creepy-manner, lived by herself in a minimalistic apartment you envied. It was much bigger than your own, one that you could barely pay as it was, and grimaced for a moment at the thought of how much she spent per month to keep living there.

As she made her way across the street to reach her building, her eyes were downcast and upon her phone chatting away with the father of her children who agreed to bring the twins over the following week. Their relationship was amicable, and yet she carried disdain in secrecy at the venom she had been spewed so long ago.

When a car at full-speed made its way down the road Wanda waltzed through, all you saw was red.

“Look out!”

Swinging down the edge of a building, you threw a web across the adjacent one, aiming towards Wanda. You grabbed her swiftly mere seconds before she was to become one with the asphalt. As much as she screamed clutching her phone and staring across the city, you never once let go.

You settled for setting her down gently at the roof of her building. Knowing it was never easy for first-timers, you helped her lay on the floor, clutching your latex suit tightly as she attempted to catch her heavy breath. Being in such close proximity to her, your arm wrapped around her waist while tapping gently upon her skin, made you drool beneath your mask.

“That was a close one,” you awkwardly said, grimacing as you never knew how to break the ice after quite an event. “You should really be careful next time. New Yorkers are no joke when it comes to driving. I wouldn’t want you to be flattened by a 4x4.”

“Holy shit,” was all Wanda could muster. She turned to you, wide green eyes seemingly staring through your soul even if yours were covered. “You saved my life. I almost died and you-”

“Yeah it’s kind of my thing. Don’t worry, I do it a lot. It goes with the whole hero thing, you know?”

Wanda was able to let out a shaky laugh, although deep down you knew she still attempted to ground herself. “I don’t assume you’d like to come over for tea as a thanks. Spider…person?”

“That’s me, but no I have a rule about not fraternizing with the people I saved.” It wasn’t a lie, but for Wanda you’d always make an exception.

“Yeah? Did Tony Stark come up with that for you? Or was it the buff guy in red, white, and blue pajamas who likes destroying the city with the weird frisbee?” Wanda raised her eyebrows.

“Oh I wish. I’m not on the level of the Avengers yet. I’m just a friendly neighborhood Spider-person.”

When the redhead tilted her head as though it was her trademark move, you froze. “You are very friendly indeed. So, about that tea? I can even do coffee. It’s late and I almost died, why not make it a pizza?”

“I live and breathe pizza. It’s my favorite thing ever,” you smirked even though she couldn’t see it. Pizza. Pizza? You frowned at the familiarity of it, but upon a peculiar ringtone blasting through your phone, you cursed beneath your breath. “Oh fuck, Peter’s pizza!”

“Who?” Wanda questioned with amusement.

“Uh nothing, nevermind! You have a lovely evening miss- ma’am?” Although you wanted nothing more than to remain in place, sit down and chat further over a large pizza that you’d eat most slices from, you had a duty to the city and your friend. Waving off to the doctor, you jumped on the ledge. “See ya later doc! Try not to die!”

Wanda was taken aback. Although still stressed, she was able to pull herself off the floor and run towards the edge of the building where she watched you swing away as quick as you had appeared. Shrugging, she found it quite odd. Never had she told you she was a doctor.

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Seeing Wanda across the city had become a daily habit of yours, an obsession as Peter put it. You had watched her from afar, intervening when required, and simply went off as though nothing had occurred. Upon your arrival at the emergency room where you saw one another differently, you began noticing a rather deliriously beautiful smile upon her features you had yet to see present.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were stalking me.”

It would typically make you jump, and yet after countless times of saving Wanda from the very same fate – nearly being run over – you weren’t sure if it still surprised you. The banter the two of you shared, the unspoken bond that had settled between both you and the hero she looked up to, was nothing you wished to rid yourself from.

“Me? Stalking you? Oh no no no!” A lie. Another faithful night at the top of her apartment building had you leaning against the ledge. “I’m just your friendly neighborhood Spidey. I’m obligated to save a pretty girl when she’s in trouble.”

Wanda brushed the dirt off her slacks, shaking her head with amusing disbelief. “Girl?”

“Er, woman? Sorry.”

“I’m kidding. Gosh, you’re so easy to tease.” She was much more relaxed than at the hospital, a demeanor you had seen was saved for her children. “Who knew the spider vigilante was so cute?”

You ignored the blush that set upon your cheeks, thankful that your mask was on to hide your delicious embarrassment.

“Well I have to-”

“Go. You have to go. Again.” The final part was mumbled almost solemnly. Wanda wouldn’t admit it, but she had taken quite a liking to being saved by you. “Will I ever get to see what my knight in colorful spandex looks like?”

“Uh maybe,” you shrugged. “It’s just a secret identity for a reason. It’s not like we know much about each other.” Another lie. You had spent the better part of the last few weeks chatting amicably with the older woman, exploring different aspects of your individual lives in the safety of the rooftop. As much as you wished to tell her, you didn’t wish for her to react badly. “So, see you later?”

“Yes, darling. Until the next time you save me.”

To your dismay, you didn’t get to save her again in the coming weeks.

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Although you didn’t get to see Wanda when donning your suit, you still had your ways. Ever so often you’d meet enemies who’d take quite the crack at you, leaving you needing minor stitches or an examination from the doctor. More often than not that task was given to your favorite redhead who began working much more at night.

“Would you still think I’m cute even if I was that swinging arachnid?” You questioned one day. In your defense your confidence and boldness was fueled by the medication running through your veins as she sutured your arm. “You know, the person with the red and blue suit.”

“I never said you were cute.” Her features gave her away fully as she beamed, not even keeping her joy hidden away.

“Well you didn’t say I wasn’t cute.” Watching intently, your eyes flickered upon Wanda’s as she patched you up. The blue from the latex gloves had become a favored color of yours. “Now answer the question.”

“Considering my children are obsessed with that buffoon of a hero, then yes, I would still think you’re cute. They saved me once anyway.” Wanda paused. “Well, a few times. But who’s counting?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, darling.”

Taking a deep breath, you knew it was now or never. Talking it over with Peter had led you to believe that it was a bad, terribly thought-out idea according to your friend, but gazing at the beauty before you, you couldn’t find it to be true. Each day Wanda consumed your thoughts; each night Wanda consumed your dreams. Honesty was a first step you were willing to take, albeit risky.

“Well good thing I am them.” Your voice was shaky. The last time you had told someone about your secret identity had been years before. “Nice to see you again, Dr. Maximoff.”

Wanda shook her head and let out a howl. The mere thought, the amusing humoring, of one of her most regular patients being the Spider-person was too good to be true. “Sure, and I’m Black Widow.”

Rolling your eyes, you knew you’d have to show proof. After having looked around to make sure no one looked in your general direction, you shot a web from your bare wrists towards the small table beside you, pulling it to you with agility. Wanda wasn’t quite sure of what her eyes saw, if they deceived her, but as you shot yet another web towards the ceiling, she was left with her mouth agape.

“Y/N?”

“It’s really been awhile since we last saw each other. Well, when I was in my suit at least,” you chuckled. “So, uh, do you think it would be appropriate to ask you out now? On a date I mean. I can swing us to the top of a building or even take you somewhere. Just not too expensive because, you know, college student here. But I’d like to get to know you better if that’s alright.”

With her bewilderment still intact, Wanda involuntarily found herself nodding, deep down feeling relief that the two objects of her affection were one and the same.

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There were a limited number of places you could take Wanda without Peter losing his mind about you spending a fortune, and yet as you left the apartment in silence, you didn’t care to tell him where you were headed. It was easier to swing there anyway, and you doubted he’d find it suspicious if you went out wearing your suit, instead arriving at Wanda’s apartment building only to change on the roof, leaving your backpack webbed to the ledge before making your way down.

You had found it difficult to move past the door that Wanda opened, smiling at you as she allowed you to feast your eyes upon the tight, black dress she donned. Suddenly it was your favorite piece of attire and color. Giving her a bouquet of flowers you had picked up along the way, you didn’t expect much, and yet the kiss placed upon one of your shining cheeks had you blushing for the entire dinner.

“So, uhm, you just shoot webs out of your wrist?”

If there was something you should know about Wanda, it was that she got right to the point. There was no hesitation within her as took a slice from the pizza she had made herself, handcrafting the dough and everything during the little spare time she had between her job and kids.

“Yup!”

“That’s…very interesting. Do you shoot them out of anywhere else?”

At the innuendo you blushed, turning away so Wanda couldn’t catch sight of your embarrassment. “No, no. It’s just the wrists. I promise I am perfectly normal otherwise. Well, except for the superhuman strength, durability, a weird healing thing, agility, the wall thingy, and the Spidey sense.”

“A what?”

“Spidey sense! I’m not sure how to explain it, but that’s just what I call it. I guess it’s like an improved gut feeling,” you explained. Unless she experienced the same as you, she lacked the depth to understand it. At least that’s what you thought until she nodded, seemingly pleased with your response. “Thanks for the pizza by the way. I didn’t peg you for a margherita kind of gal.”

“Well, I have been wanting to sit down and have dinner with my savior for ages now. The least I can do is get you something you’d enjoy.”

Hesitating to take a bite from your third slice, you stared at her. “Do you just see me as the person who saved your life or-”

“Oh gosh no, darling. To me you’re Y/N, the very interesting patient who always makes my nightmares at the ER quite enjoyable.” The warmth in her beam did not go missed. “And of course I have to take into account the fact that you enjoy throwing yourself off buildings in your spare time. It doesn’t matter what you do. I find you to be a very interesting specimen, sweetheart. And if you’ll allow me, I’d love to get to know you better.”

You settled for that response, not noticing the glint in Wanda’s eyes as she watched you look down to attempt to hide a mad flush upon your cheeks. Numerous insecurities came crashing against her at once. She was much older than you, a mother of two children, a divorcee, and most importantly a doctor who had a very demanding work schedule. Her priority was to serve others, but she mused that so was yours. Together you were quite perfect for one another.

The two of you remained seated over the dining room table, the apartment silent let alone for the voices which boomed with the other. You hadn’t felt as relaxed as you did talking to her in comparison to anyone else, not even your best friend and roommate.

“What about your kids?” You decided to ask once Wanda had brought up your family. “Twins, right?”

“Yeah, my boys,” her face lit up at the instant mention of her beloved children. “Billy and Tommy. They’re my whole world. Both are ten right now, which is a very tricky age as you know. But they’re really the sweetest kids ever. And their father he…”

You waited for an answer, but when she didn’t give you any, you pushed on. “What about him? If you want to talk about it I mean.”

“It’s fine,” she brushed it off. “It happened years ago anyway. We got divorced when the boys were two. Everyone assumes the two of us are okay and to a certain extent we are, but it wasn’t pretty. There was a lot that went on between Vis and I. I just…I haven’t allowed myself to be with anyone else since the divorce. I’m not sure how to properly date someone.”

With raised eyebrows you found yourself giggling. It took Wanda aback, of course it did, but you quickly explained your amusement. “It’s not really rocket science, Wanda. We’re just getting to know each other. We talk, we laugh, and we enjoy the other’s presence. I like you, a lot actually. Just relax, take it easy.”

“I don’t think I’ve been able to relax since I graduated high school, but I’ll try,” she snorted.

The evening was quite peaceful. For the first night ever you allowed yourself to take a break, to enjoy the little time you had with Wanda, to sit beside her on the couch and snicker as she put on her favored sitcoms – learning she adored them was a rather endearing fact you’d forever remember about the woman.

The New York City skyline would never carry the same beauty as did Wanda. Although her eyes darted out the window watching the sunset intently, yours were on her god-like appearance. You couldn’t even begin to count your stars at the mere fact of being there.

“I’ll miss you,” Wanda said when it was time for your departure. The half-eaten pizza was cleaned up by you as she stood back, your appetite gone as you focused on being beside her, stubbornly having attempted to stop you from tidying up. “But I know that duty calls. Time for you to save lives, honey.”

Never would you stop the ends of your mouth from rising at the pet names. “I’ll miss you two. I had a lot of fun tonight. I really can’t wait until we do this again.”

That night when you swung around the city, not a thought filled your head other than Wanda.

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Each passing day you sent Wanda a new picture of yourself, not knowing she adored saving them all into a little folder on her phone meant for just you. Winter was upon you, meaning the hours she put into the work at the hospital were shared with the moments she spent rummaging through the city in search of gifts for the twins. For that entire month, she was a gift-giver, only Santa on Christmas Eve.

During her break at the hospital, she found herself searching through her phone for gifts, all while smiling at the ding of a new message from you. Opening it up, she found you wearing your trademark suit, pointing the camera over yourself as your other hand held a pole in the midst of the sky.

Wanda: Where is that?

You: Top of the Empire State Building. I should really take you here someday.

Wanda: No thank you, my little spiderling. I haven’t recovered from the first few times you took me swinging. It’s freezing out anyway. Not all of us have been bitten by radioactive spiders.

You: I’ll find the spider again and make it bite you. That way you can be Spider-girl!

Wanda: Spider-woman**

Wanda: Were you able to find the Lego sets?

Another image was sent, only this time it was the inside of your backpack which carried differing sets of Legos from Harry Potter: one was a Gryffindor themed one while the other was Ravenclaw.

You: Here they are. How come you need them so soon anyway??? Christmas isn’t for a few weeks.

Wanda: But Chanukah is next week, my darling. The twins have been begging for these. Now I just need to find a new chanukiah. Last year Tommy was running around the apartment and ended up breaking it. I can’t tell you how much that little boy cried.

You: I didn’t know you were Jewish.

Wanda: I am. This season always puts a dent in my bank account. The twins celebrate both Chanukah and Christmas from their dad’s side. It’s hell trying to not spoil them but also get them enough gifts for them to enjoy.

Wanda: Now I have to go, sweetheart. We both have lives to save. Stay safe and warm!

You: Try not to fight any patients. I know some people are dumbasses but one of us needs to have a stable job. Bye, miss you already <3

You tightened the scarf around your neck after having shoved your phone into your backpack. Wanda refused to let you carry out your vigilantism if you simply wore your suit with nothing to keep you warm. So in her motherly mannerism, she wrapped a scarf around you, guided a beanie over your head with earmuffs, and handed you a coat. She hadn’t been quick enough to get you to wear warm layers over your legs or a sweater. The last thing you wanted was to run around the city wearing a full set of warm gear with only your mask to show off your heroic identity.

Swinging through the city knowing Wanda was there to wait for you at the end of the day, being able to drop by her apartment even if the children were around and finding time to sneak a few loving moments, made it all worth it.

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Since you became official with Wanda, visiting at the hospital seemed to have lost its meaning. So rather than drop by the emergency room for her to stitch you up, more often than not you found yourself crawling across the walls of your girlfriend’s apartment building, sliding the window she left unlocked just for you before making your way inside to the warmth of the room.

“Wanda,” you whispered. There was no correct way to wake her up, you had found. Either way she’d scream her lungs out, still not used to seeing her partner hovering on the ceiling by a web hoping to get some medical attention. “Babe, I know you need your beauty sleep because you got a demanding job and some gremlins running around, but I could really use your help.” Even then she didn’t budge. Well, at least until you not-so-carefully shook her awake. “Wanda!”

Although ridden with fear, Wanda was adorable when she sat up immediately. Her eyes were wide, forehead coming in contact with your own covered one for a rather heavy hit. You were fine of course, but the same could not be said for the average human who rubbed her face while hissing with pain.

“Baby there is a door for a reason,” Wanda groaned, droopy eyes coming in contact with your figure. “And other doctors at the hospital.”

“Well you’re my doctor,” you mused.

“I’m also your very tired girlfriend,” she retorted. As much as she pretended to dislike being awoken in the middle of the night, Wanda beamed when eyeing you. She would forever find herself in awe with your presence. “What happened this time?”

“It’s nothing bad, just a little fall down a building.” At your words Wanda snapped her head up. “Don’t worry, doc. I’m superhuman, remember? Nothing hurts, but I wanted you to check it out just to be really sure.”

Wanda sighed, shaking her head with disbelief. She had yet to understand how your biology worked and differed from her own, but knew it was best to not ask many questions as you didn’t even know yourself. She was fascinated by the hero, but even more so by the angel that hid behind the mask and knew she’d be more worried if you didn’t say anything.

“Let’s see.” Wanda allowed her hands to run across your mask, finding the edges of it that attached to the rest of your bodysuit. She tilted her head upon meeting your eye line with raised eyebrows. “May I?”

“Go ahead.”

Pulling your mask down, Wanda licked her lips. You were freezing to the touch, but she knew you didn’t feel the cold as intensely as she did. Fingertips ran across your flushed cheeks, the mask being left halfway on as she studied what she saw.

You didn’t pull back as Wanda inched forth, her lips ghosting over your own. “I missed you, little spiderling. I only wish you’d visit me other than when you need a doctor’s gift.”

Before you could dare muster a reply, her mouth crashed against your own. She kissed you hard as though you hadn’t in days, because with the winter season taking full-force, her time mostly spent working and celebrating Hanukkah with her children, you rarely got to sit down and be with one another. There was nothing normal about your relationship, but you both wished to reach for it regardless.

Holding your head in place as you remained floating from the ceiling, Wanda made out with you. The children had long resided sleeping in their beds, far too gone within Sandman’s realm to dare interrupt the delicious moment. When she slipped her tongue past your welcoming lips, you wondered if you had the willpower to stop this from growing. She was far too intoxicating, you being drunk in her, to deny her.

“There’s challah in the kitchen,” was the first thing Wanda said as she pulled back, her face sharing a similar hue to your own. “And as much as I’d like to keep going, I really want to make sure you’re not about to die on me.”

“Yeah that’s fair. Can I, uh, sit on your bed?” You questioned.

“You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart.”

Being nuzzled close by Wanda once you had shed your suit and mask away wasn’t a rare occasion. Instead you found joy in your skin being analyzed by the physician, relaxing as she ensured that no major damage resided on your body. She had stocked up on bandages, gauzes, and enough hydrogen peroxide to cure a small army for your sake. If anything, she adored the little moments she got to play doctor at home with you by her side.

When it came down to just you and her, life was peaceful for once. No longer did either of you have to worry about patients, citizens in need of help, or even children that she dearly loved. It was just you two sharing the sweet moments you’d never easily get rid of.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but do you have anything other than bread? I kinda skipped breakfast…and lunch…and maybe even dinner,” your voice got lower by the second. Wanda had long ago reminded you of the importance of eating, but being busy with finals and heroism, you barely got time to shower at night.

“You really have to take better care of yourself, honey. You may be a hero, but you’re still a person. Basic self-care shouldn’t be alien to you.” Wanda held herself back from reprimanding you. It’s not like you were one of the twins, and yet she couldn’t help but care for you in such a close manner. “But yes, Dr. Lewis brought a delicious matzo ball soup. I think you’ll like it.”

“Darcy?” Wanda raised her eyebrows at that – it didn’t go missed by you. “When you weren’t around she was the one to nurse me back to health. After doing my stitches for a few weeks and talking about the best pizza in the city, we’re now on a first-name basis.”

“Hmm well she’s a wonderful doctor,” Wanda pointed out. She took a pause before allowing her insecurities to get the best of her. “Younger.”

Although mostly oblivious, you could sense the hint of venom and sadness in her voice. Wanda gave a lot of thought to the difference in your ages.“I guess, but you’re the only doctor I got my eye on. Really the only person I care to kiss.”

“That is very sweet of you.”

When Wanda didn’t smile, you did it for her. “Well, it’s true.”

Once you were all checked out, your side merely patched up with little scrapes that would soon heal, Wanda guided you towards the kitchen. She still found it amusing how you pranced around in what she called ‘a very colorful and stretchy pajama bodysuit.’ Teasing you was truly the highlight of her days.

While you took your seat on a stool in the kitchen island, Wanda set off to find the remaining food. She found it heartwarming that although you didn’t share her beliefs, you could appreciate them alongside her culture. Throughout many dates you called restaurants ahead of time to ensure proper dishes for your girlfriend who always pecked you on the cheek for being so sweet to her.

As you fed yourself a mouthful of the dish, you suddenly piped up. “Oh I finished my last final today!”

Wanda shook her head at the childish manner of yours to speak with your mouth full, but her exhausted face was fueled with pride. “That’s wonderful, baby! Physiology, correct?” You nodded. “How was it?”

“I think it went well. I dunno, I just hope I didn’t entirely fail the class.”

“You are a very smart and capable person, okay?” When her features turned serious, you knew Wanda was about to give you the pep talk of a lifetime. “You’d never fail at anything. I am very proud of you for even having done the exam. Now don’t you dare put yourself down, my dear. You sell yourself far too short when having such a big and beautiful brain.”

“You think my brain is beautiful?” Eyebrows raised, you took another mouthful of the soup. “Gross.”

“It’s so sexy.” You and Wanda shared a lighthearted laugh, ensuring that you weren’t loud enough to awaken the twins you had yet to meet. “Now be good for me and eat up. I’m not letting you go back home in your condition. There’s an extra spot in my bed for a reason.”

Although there wasn’t anything wrong with you apart from a faint bruise, Wanda was having none of it. That night you slept better than ever after having showered, wearing oversized pajamas she had given you before laying by her side. You only hoped she wouldn’t comment on the way you awoke with both arms wrapped around her waist as you mirrored a koala – for Wanda, that is what a perfect life was.

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Wanda: Would you like to meet the twins?

You stared down at your phone when you received the message. It had become a custom for you to always immediately look at it when the distinctive sound of Wanda’s texts came through. She could need you, or be in mid-emergency. Whatever it was, hers were always the first messages you saw in the morning.

You: Yeah! That would be awesome actually.

You: Wait Spidey-me or me-me?

Wanda: Whatever you feel comfortable with, angel. I just thought we’ve been together for two long months. And it’s almost Christmas so they’ll be far too busy with their dad after the 24th.

You: I guess it can’t hurt for them to love me because I’m their favorite superhero.

You: I am their fav superhero, right?

Wanda: 🤐

You: WANDA!!

Wanda: Yes, bubala. You are their favorite. What matters most is that you’re MY favorite!

You: So cute. I’ll call you later tonight and we can work something out. Now go save some lives, Dr. Maximoff!

Wanda: You too, b'shert. Keep warm for me.

Each message she sent you made you smile more than the last. Nothing, no one, had allowed you to feel in such a wondrous manner. Wanda was a breath of fresh air. She was the calm, serene cool breeze on a Spring morning after having woken up to open the window — so beautifully rejuvenating you with life.

You’d never let her go.

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You weren’t sure what to bring to meet a pair of ten year old boys, but perhaps bags of candy Wanda would surely confiscate and the surprise of meeting a superhero would be enough. The day in which Wanda invited you over caused you great stress, your hands shaking at each given moment, only increasing once you left your home.

“You’ll be fine,” Peter had told you. “They’re just kids. Plus, if it doesn’t work out then you can always, you know, take advantage of the whole superhero thing.”

It was wrong, but you realized he had half a point. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as horrible as you thought given that they were Wanda’s children, but you feared that if they disliked you, that perhaps you’d break up with Wanda — or worse, you’d get between their relationship.

As scared as you were at first, upon seeing the curious eyes of the twins you could only smirk at them, offering the candy you brought as a peace offering while Wanda threw a hard gaze your way.

“Are you Y/N?” One of the twins, Tommy as you recognized from the pictures Wanda had sent and shared with you, questioned.

“Are you dating our mom?” Came Billy’s blunt curiosity.

“Billy!”

You threw Wanda a sympathetic gaze at Wanda, stooping to the boys’ eyeline. “Yes to both of those questions. I hope it’s okay that I’m seeing her. Your mom is a wonderful warrior of a woman and I couldn’t be happier by her side. I’m sure the two of you are just as amazing as she is, huh?”

“Maybe,” Tommy shrugged as she attempted to keep his amusement down.

The four of you sat around the dinner table, you across from Wanda who failed to keep her joy of you being there down. She eyed you every once in a while as the children chatted about the eventful weekend they had with their father. Although seemingly a good parent, you had your reservations about that extending to his persona.

You couldn’t help but find the similarities in Tommy and Billy alongside their mother. They both carried her charisma, the glint in their eyes as they passionately spoke about their favored topics. You learned that not only were they avid comic book readers, but that from their own words their own shared bedroom was solely dedicated to their favorite heroes – you wondered if that extended to Wanda’s heroism.

“Boys, Y/N actually has something they’d like to tell you. It’s about that…swinging spiderling,” Wanda couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease. “Honey?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Well, I guess there’s not really a way to sugarcoat this, but I’m the Spider-person,” you flashed them a toothy grin, but as content as you were relaying the information, they only stared at you blankly.

“Like for Halloween?” Billy asked as he turned to his brother.

“No, I mean I’m the person behind the mask. Swinging around the city and stuff like that.”

The boys eyed their mother, silently questioning your sanity without muttering a word. They had met their fair share of bizarre girlfriends their father had, but never did they imagine their mother to have stooped to such a level.

“Okay fine, look,” you rolled your eyes, raising the sleeve of your warm sweater to point it at the wall. “Sorry, Wanda.” Upon your apologies, you shot a web towards your partner, reaching her fork before pulling it towards you. “Ta-da!”

Although surprised, the boys still weren’t sold on it.

“Anyone can do that. We got web-shooters too, you know,” Billy said.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but stoop to the lowest levels to impress them. You pointed at your bare wrists, showing them off so that they could see the lack of shooters on them. “But I don't have- never mind. I’m just gonna borrow your ceiling real quick.”

“Knock yourself out, darling,” Wanda laughed, making sure that her boys were eating while enjoying the show you put on.

After crawling through the walls and ceiling for long enough, nearly breaking half of Wanda’s decorations at that, you were sure it was enough for the twins to tell what your heroic identity was. You knew your girlfriend wasn’t too keen about you rummaging through her home without walking on your two feet upon the floor, but even she chortled when you hovered from a web above Tommy and Billy, the twins elated to find that their mom’s partner was their favored hero.

From then on, on days which you could visit, at least once a week, you found yourself planted over Wanda’s couch. Your job was to bring the snacks and popcorn while Wanda provided the movies. Together you bonded much better with the twins, and for the first time in your life you didn’t mind being seen as a parental figure.

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The holidays alongside Wanda went by with ease. You didn’t have much of a family, always celebrating Christmas with MJ and Peter, at times even Ned and May. Although missing them, you found solace beside your newfound girlfriend.

“How do you light it again?” You questioned, eyes darting across the chanukiah sitting before you. The last thing you wished to do was to tarnish such a valuable part of her religion. “Babe, I’m scared to set your place on fire.”

“Hush. You light it from left to right. ‘Left to right, that’s how you light’ is what I tell my boys,” Wanda explained as she stood behind you, her hand guiding your own. “Always light the shamash first then light the rest with it.”

Doing as you were told, you lit the candle in the middle, carefully making sure none of the fire landed over the table. Usually the boys were there to properly help your inexperienced self, but now that you were alone by Wanda’s side, there was no hiding behind the pair of ten-year-olds.

“And don’t you dare break my chanukiah either. Pietro bought me this one and I love the design,” Wanda told you. “Look at that beautiful crystal.”

“Please focus on me and not the crystal. I know it looks fucking awesome, but I think I’m about to accidentally desecrate an entire culture,” you whined as your hand began shaking, the candle merely hovering over a fresh unlit one. “I’m so sorry Wanda, I-”

“HaShem will forgive you, sweetheart. And you are doing great. Here, let me help.” Wanda guided her hand atop your own, letting it run across a candle that she helped you light. She remained there for a few seconds before pulling it away to carefully light the rest on their proper other. “Did you know that the central candle represents HaShem’s light? This chanukiah is a symbol of enlightenment.”

You hummed at that, pressing your back against Wanda’s front. Turning slightly, you didn’t miss the glint of pride she received upon eyeing the candelabra. “Thank you for teaching me about this. It’s really important to you, so it’s important to me too.”

“Hmm how sweet,” she hummed.

Hugging you from behind, Wanda’s lips found your own. It began as a sweet peck, simply embracing all the unspoken love she held for you. As much as she adored her children, the redhead couldn’t be happier that she had uninterrupted time by your side while on a lengthy break from work.

The two of you have lacked the loneliness to be together. After nearly three months of becoming official, the desire you had for the other had reached its boiling point. It was only a matter of time before said volcano erupted.

“You look beautiful tonight,” you whispered against Wanda’s lips. Turning around, you got a full view of her outfit lit up by the six candles. It was a simple cardigan alongside warm yoga pants, and yet you couldn’t help but see her as the most beautiful specimen across the galaxy. “Such a pretty thing.”

“I could say the same about yourself, zeeskeit.” Wanda pulled you close, her hands running down your deeply clothed body which shielded you from the blizzard being carried across the New York skyline. She let her fingertips travel beneath your hoodie, an area she only halfway explored during your lengthy make-out sessions over her bed after your patrol sessions. “May I touch you? Am I allowed to…make love to you?”

“Make love to me?” You raised your eyebrows because beneath the charade of being older and wiser, Wanda was nothing but innocent when it came to lust. She blushed slightly at your institution and attempted to pull back, but you held her face close, thumb running down a reddened, warm cheek. “Yeah. You can do anything you’d like, Wanda. Anything just for you.”

Closing in on you, Wanda allowed you to feast upon the warmth she exuded. Her lips teased your own with small grazes, her eyes darting to them before wetting her own with her tongue. “Come here, my love.” Becoming one, she grabbed your hands tightly, forehead pressed against your own as the oil from the chanukiah burned brightly. With viridescent eyes closed, she breathed out. “Tzu gezunt, tzu leben, un tzu mazal.”

You were dragged to her bedroom by excited arms which simply begged you for fun. Wanda’s giddiness matched an immaturity you held as a young adult, throwing herself over the edge of the bed in sitting position before pulling you over herself. The life in her eyes was lit with the fire in the living room.

“I don’t tend to do this, you know?” Wanda muttered against your lips, taking them in control again, kissing you tenderly. “But I’m happy to make an exception for you, pretty one.”

“I’m honored. I can’t believe I’m the only one who gets to have you like this,” you told her, your mouth dropping a flurry of endearment across her face, merely hovering over her ear with hands that tugged at her clothes. “May I?”

“Knock yourself out.”

As though she mirrored a porcelain doll, you began undressing Wanda. Each article of clothing was shed little by little, her cardigan merely inching up her skin in a slow tempo as the two of you made out. There was hesitation in her body that froze at times, but melted when your lips guided her.

There too was uncertainty in you. With superhuman strength you could easily lift a car and not bat an eye, meaning hurting Wanda wasn’t completely off the table. You didn’t allow your hands to stay long upon her midsection as you removed her top, instead substituting them with your sight that didn’t leave your girlfriend’s upper body which lacked a brassiere.

“Holy fuck,” you drooled at the sight of her bare breast, far too afraid to break such artistic beauty. Praxiteles only wished his Aphrodite matched your own. “There’s no way you’re this pretty. It should be illegal because fu-

A finger landed over your lips successfully shushing you.

“You swear like a sailor, sheifale,” Wanda giggled and you swore you could only see a goddess before you. “Let me help you out of your clothes. It’s not fair if you only get to see me.”

The pout she threw at you was enough to make you inch back, immediately grabbing your clothes and throwing it off. You nearly fell against the bedside table and the pants that pooled at your feet. At least until success met you halfway and you simply stood there with nothing but your underwear on, embarrassed as you noticed the little dogs with Santa hats on.

Looking down at yourself, you didn’t dare face Wanda. “Yeah, sorry about this. It was a gag gift from last year’s Secret Santa. May gets really into Christmas and she loves dogs so…”

“And here I thought you couldn’t get more adorable.” Wanda shook her head with amusement, her room dimly lit and yet you could see every ounce of happiness upon her. “Now come here. I miss you already.”

You helped Wanda off her pants, shifting her so that she’d lay with her head against the fluffy pillows you found to be wildly comfortable after having crashed over for various nights. Her legs were smooth against your touch, so adorably responsive as your partner squirmed at the slightest caresses. You ran your hands up until you grabbed her backside, squeezing it as you pulled her in for a kiss.

Fingertips merely grazed her lacy black panties, yanking down the edges before-

“Wait stop.”

As soon as she spoke, you followed. While on top of Wanda you fully drew yourself back, breathlessly staring down with confusion. Her arms covered her chest, insecurities arising as she closed her eyes, hair coating her face to give her an extra sense of privacy.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You questioned with furrowed eyebrows, inspecting Wanda in search of any pain.

“No, no, I just…” Wanda felt shame rising through her nude body. “I’m scared.”

“Me too,” you sympathized with her, you really did. Fear was nothing new for you. Ever since you got bit by that spider, not a day went by where you didn’t feel as though it would be your last. With enemies only increasing in size and powers, it was only a matter of time before the friendly neighborhood Spider-person was bested. “I’m scared to hurt you,” you admitted solely. “What are you afraid of?”

Wanda held your hands with her own, brushing her thumbs against the back of them before throwing you a reassuring smile that instantly turned bitter.

“I’m scared that maybe you won’t like what you see. Honey, it’s no secret that I am older, you know this,” she couldn’t help but say with dismay. “I have kids and I’m pushing 40. After the pregnancy Vis could barely even look at me. I’m not as pretty as the other girls you probably see on campus. Your friends. I’m…old and weird. I have stretch marks and I’ve never even been with someone who wasn't him before or after-”

At that you frowned, unbelieving the words that had spewed from her mouth. Surely you understood the fact that her job and children took up most of her time, but Wanda’s beauty shone across the galaxy brighter than the sun itself. “You haven’t?”

“No, sweetheart,” she felt humiliated to not be as experienced as she believed she should be. “I met Vis in high school. It’s always been him. I was supposed to grow old with him, not by myself…”

“Shhh it’s okay. I don’t mind.” You admitted, nuzzling your forehead against her own. A kiss was placed upon the tip of her nose, her face even more dashing without an ounce of make-up covering it. “And you’re not alone. Never with me.”

“But I’m ugly,” Wanda practically cried, unable to tear away the knot in her throat.

“Baby, what? Where is this coming from? You’re not ugly at all. You’re a warrior. You have given birth to not one, but two kids! Look at how far you’ve gotten in your career. With, again, two kids!” Seeing her in such disarray over untrue facts she spewed tugged at your heartstrings. Why couldn’t she see herself for what she was? Perhaps not all goddesses knew of their wondrous powers. “You’re perfect.”

“But honey, my body…” Wanda tried to muster out, but you shushed her to quiet down. Fingertips trailed across a raised scar on her abdomen, exploring the brutal force it had been made with. “Tommy came out fine, no trouble when I was giving birth to him. But Billy he…he was a c-section. The doctor didn’t think he’d make it, but he pulled through at the last second. It was the only way to get him out. As much as I love him, this,” with teary eyes, Wanda touched the marking on her skin. “Ugly scar, it cost me my marriage and my beauty. Vis couldn’t even look at me afterwards. A mutilated wife.”

You shared the sentiment, your own eyes filling up with tears. “If I ever meet him, I’m shoving my foot so far up his ass, it’s coming out his throat. That fucking idiot…” you whispered, a bout of bile rising up your throat.

Wanda didn’t react. She had long been told the same things from her friends, from Dr. Lewis who even once threatened to castrate her ex-husband with a scalpel from her operating room. She couldn’t find the truth in the statements. Vis rolled his eyes whenever she attempted to surprise him during anniversaries, the dreaded August 23rd. He would never lie to her.

“Can I see you?” You questioned, your eyes darting to Wanda’s tender ones raw with tears. “Only if you want. We can sit back on the couch and watch a movie or something. I could swing around and get us some food. Margherita pizza for the lady?”

Remaining silent, Wanda shrugged off her arms from her body. She allowed her hands to sit atop your shoulders, fingers exploring the bare area lovingly. Even without sight she could craft your body blindly, hands contorting to form you into a sculpture.

“Touch me,” she gave in. “please?”

You stared down at her stomach and all that met you were rolls sprawled across her midsection with stretch marks upon every inch of her skin: upon her breasts and along them, on her slightly swollen tummy you’d forever worship – you longed to kiss on her thighs that remained pushed together until you carefully pried them apart, and even by her hips which perfectly presented the markings. It felt alien to you. Staring at Wanda’s body, you wondered how she could ever describe herself as ugly when all that your eyes saw was excellence.

Without hesitation you carefully removed your underwear, garnering Wanda’s undying trust. She whimpered slightly when she saw your full nakedness, giving you the power to take off her own pair down her luscious legs. There was a golden Star of David which hung around her neck, one that she refused to take off ever since she was a child – her parents had given her one, another silver necklace for Pietro.

“Relax, baby,” you muttered towards her, leaning in to graze your lips against her chest. Kissing between the valley of her breasts, you allowed yourself to explore her entirely. “Thank you for trusting me.” you grabbed one of her hands, squeezing tight as you alternated between both soft mounds to place kisses on. “If at any point you want to stop, tell me. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she husked out. “Now get to it. I don’t like being teased, detka.”

“Impatient, how cute.”

Wanda was flushed against your body, her own reacting in the most adorable ways imaginable. Nipples stood hard and proud for you as your tongue swirled upon them. Leaving wet trails of saliva behind you, you made sure to give them both the similarly delicious treatment. While you lightly sucked on a hardened bud, the other was pinched and tugged lovingly.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Wanda moaned, back arching at the warm feeling she had never experienced in her life. A confusing wetness formed between her legs, aching as she rubbed her thighs together. “Oh Y/N…”

“Beautiful,” you said against the swell of her breast, kissing the stretch marks you found. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

Fingers began teasing her cunt, loving the dripping mess it had become for mere minutes of foreplay. Wanda adorably mewled in response. She wasn’t used to being so aroused, not even all by herself. Folds were parted as you traveled up and down her slit. When you so much as found her clit with a mere touch, she nearly lost it.

You dipped inside, unable to keep the desperation you felt to yourself. Wanda was hot against you. She wasn’t sure how to react, instead alternating between gripping the bed sheets and scratching at your skin. Slight tenderness caught her by surprise. Even in the times previous to having the children, Vis had never treated her in such a way. But then again, she couldn’t dare compare the two of you. Either way you’d come out on top.

The sole finger of yours twitched within Wanda’s velvety walls which hugged you tightly. It explored the unknown, coated entirely by slick juices and love. You sloshed it slightly, smirking against your lover’s skin as wet sounds filled your ears. She was an unbelievable mess, slightly tight given how tense she was – although after reassurances whispered hotly by her ear, the redhead found it in herself to take a deep breath and melt against the bed.

“I can take more,” she admitted. Her hips sloppily moved against your own slow thrusts, urging you to go faster. Never had she longed for someone so deeply. Wanda hugged you close with a newfound sense of confidence. Her lips found your own, kissing you hard with the utmost amount of love she silently threw your way. “Come on, b'shert. Give me all you got. I want it all,” she slid her tongue against your own, never daring to break eye-contact. “I. Want. You.”

It was enough to release the monster from deep inside. Although you refused to harm her, you slipped a second finger inside her hole, filling her cunt up with digits that urged to bring her to the brink of an orgasm.

“Yeah, that’s it. There’s my good baby.” Wanda’s nipples crept upon your skin. She met your own movements with phlegmatic ones, legs wrapping themselves around your midsection. “I don’t think I’ll last long, sweetheart. Oh honey!”

Surely the last time she dared receive such immense pleasure was beneath her. You curled your fingers deep inside Wanda once she had adjusted to them, thumb circling her clit. She fell apart in your arms that held her tight, swearing loudly in the three languages she knew for the entire borough to hear.

You let her relax for a few seconds, kissing her flushed face, mouthing only the sweetest compliments. “You did so well for me, Wanda. Such a good girl.”

Those words brought her a surge of happiness she had long wished to own. She couldn’t help but smile against you, eyes droopy with adoration as your fingers remained deep within her slick, puffy cunt.

Without a word you began drifting down. Her confusion was clear, but she refused to question you as you placed your kisses all over the rolls upon her stomach, the swollen tummy being adored without a hint of hatred.

Wanda let out a strangled sob as you casually flicked your tongue over her pussy. She had never experienced that, always the same monotone sex with Vision who didn’t dare venture down as you did. The feeling of your mouth upon her dripping slit was far too enjoyable for her to ever wish to let go.

“You taste amazing,” you told her, already drunk on her flavor. “So fucking good.”

That night you didn’t stop until Wanda was a slumped, ragged mess over the bed. She cried to be allowed to return the favor, but with her exhausted voice and heavy eyelids, you couldn’t ask for anything. Instead you picked her up and dragged her to the bathroom, cleaning her up, allowing her to rest against you as you changed the sheets, and kissing her forehead to sleep.

It wasn’t the first night you felt love for Wanda, but it would be the last you left it unspoken.

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On the night of Christmas Eve, you swung around to save the day.

Vis had urged the twins to visit him on that day rather than Christmas, leaving the small children to agree upon the promise of candy and half of their gifts being opened a day early. Although Wanda disapproved, knowing it was her day with the boys, she didn’t dare fight it. After all, their joy over seeing their father couldn’t be dissuaded. Whatever issues she had with her ex-husband were between the two of them, never daring to involve Billy and Tommy who reeked with innocence.

To say she was surprised to find you throwing one of her windows open and jumping through it would be an understatement. She had settled on a date with her television and leftover chocolates she had laying around the house, perhaps some wine to tone down her sadness. The apartment was horribly quiet without two little menaces running around and begging to be fed nothing but greasy, fast-food.

“Sorry I’m late! I swear I must’ve swung across the whole fucking city just to get you these,” you exasperated, closing the window behind you as you shook off some snow from your covered body. “But I’m here!”

A break had to be taken from patrolling, instead letting the cops take over for a night as you and your newfound protégé, Miles who volunteered at M.I.L.E. alongside Peter’s aunt May, his mom having run for city council and won, a father who you once attempted to save but failed, also spent his Christmas Eve alongside family and friends. Eventually you’d tell Wanda about him, but not until you were sure he’d be a good fit – child endangerment was not something you took lightly.

Your girlfriend frowned at you, more importantly the object upon your hands. She rose from the couch and, to her dismay, ignored her floor being drenched with melted snow. She placed her wine down on the coffee table and walked towards you. “Are those…babka rolls?”

“Yeah! I tried recreating this recipe I found online, but then I got too carried away wrapping your gifts,” you used a hand to point behind you, backpack filled with gifts that overflowed. It was the perfect time to remove the warm beanie and earmuffs that shielded you from the cold, given how warm Wanda’s apartment was. “I nearly set the apartment on fire. Peter Googled a few places for me and, uh, I may have used my Spidey status to get this dude to make it for you.”

“What did it cost?”

“A selfie and video to send to his friends,” you mumbled. It wasn’t that you didn’t love taking pictures with the public, of course you did. But all that adorned your body was one of your old, beat up suits you merely carried around to cover yourself from the freezing weather. The fancier ones were saved for heroic work and better encounters with people. “Maybe an autograph too.”

You didn’t notice Wanda was in such close proximity until she urged you to drop the babka rolls on the coffee table beside her half-full glass of wine with silent hands.

“Take off your mask,” Wanda breathlessly ordered. You did as you were told, setting down the wrapped babka along with several horribly-adorned presents. When standing up straight, your mask off and thrown to the side, your girlfriend didn’t hesitate to lean in. Hands tenderly cupped your freezing cheeks, but she didn’t care. Having you close was good enough for Wanda. “I love you.”

Nothing could ever keep the thousand-watt smile from forming upon your face. You didn’t care that you were covered in snow, that your heavy boots Wanda had urged you to wear left wet trails as they stomped across her hardwood floors. All you could think about was her – pulling Wanda as close and ever to take her lips hostage.

“I love you too,” was all you said upon pulling away much to your disappointment. “Like, so fucking much. It’s kind of crazy how much I love you actually.”

“Hmm I’m glad, baby.”

Wanda nuzzled herself against you, ignoring the wetness from your suit and coat – she was glad to know you at least stuck to her pleas of keeping warm. She held you tight as though you’d leave by the following day, but until she told you otherwise, you’d spent all your waking time beside the woman you adored.

“So, uh, I brought a few DVDs,” you said. “I know it’s old fashioned, but I thought we could hook up the twins’ PlayStation in the living room’s television to watch Home Alone.”

“I would love that.” Wanda placed a kiss on your chest, most importantly over the spider crest that lay there. “My little spiderling. Please tell me you at least brought a change of clothes. Although you know I’ve been keeping extras just for you. And maybe Santa has brought you something for you to have here.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe,” she teased. “Perhaps someday you won’t have to leave anymore. And we could make this…permanent.”

“I would love that.” Hugging her close, you promised to forever love and care for her, for her sanity, her children, and anything she desired. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Wanda stooped up to kiss you again, this time lingering upon your freezing lips carrying nothing but amour and desire. “Now go take a shower, sweetheart. You smell like a sewer rat. Get yourself all warmed up. I need my cuddle buddy.”

“Anything for you, Dr. Maximoff.”

Without the kids she was miserable, but her misery turned to happiness with you by her side. Wanda was thrilled to not only fall asleep with you hugging her tight from behind, but also awake to find herself half on top of you, face nuzzled against your chest. Although she had never officially celebrated Christmas let alone for her children’s sake, she could surely get used to a very excited superhero tearing open gifts and flashing them towards her.

As you stared back at Wanda that morning, promising that your gifts were for her own celebrations and not Christmas, you noticed the similarities between the scarlet wrapping paper and her hair. It was then you realized that loving Wanda, holding her heart in your hands, would forever be red.

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Stepdaughter Wanda!!!! So many thoughts.

Definitely a dark-ish R cause let’s be real fucking your stepdaughter isn’t exactly the mark of an upstanding citizen. Marrying Wanda’s dad (I’d say mom but cheating on my fake wife makes me uncomfortable) for money and living your best life as a hot second wife - all the money and none of the responsibility in raising a family or being anything more than a status symbol for a husband that mostly ignores you

Wanda (I’m imagining emo aou Wanda?) growing up shy and sheltered. Her dad controlling her every public move and expecting her to be his perfect daughter - despite ignoring her when she isn’t needed. Super innocent she doesn’t have much, if any, sexual experience. Her snobby ‘friends’ only want her family’s money and are nothing but cruel to her. And with a homophobic family she’s drowning in her own repressed sexuality. This all comes to a head when she meets her new step-mom, kind and beautiful you only want Wanda to be happy and herself. Unused to such affection she develops a very obvious crush on you.

You notice this of course - finding it adorable - and as her fathers never home you’re quite often left alone together. Boredom gets the best of you eventually and you notice that Wanda is rather lonely for a girl her age. She should be out getting drunk, screwing strangers and being reckless with her dads money but more often than not you find her reading and listening to music alone in her bedroom. Her life is depressing enough to make you feel sorry for her, deciding you’ll be the friend she needs despite the age gap (the one between you and her father is larger anyway). She’s quite at first, reserved, but eventually she opens up to you; during which you start to notice how pretty Wanda is but beyond that you find she’s funny and interesting and with a fire in her that is forcibly dimmed by her controlling father. This angers you in a way you know it shouldn’t, she becomes an obsession; every day falling deeper into Wanda Maximoff until you can’t ignore your need for her any longer.

Slowly corrupting seducing Wanda to become your little fuck doll. Being the mommy that abandoned her and the friend she never had. You become her entire world, her confidant - the reason she smiles more and becomes comfortable in her own skin. You’ll purposefully bringup sex just to see her blush and stutter. You tell her about your experiences with women - how preferable it is and how Wanda should never give herself to a man because they’ll never deserve her. When she tells you she’s gay she cries the entire time begging you not to tell her dad as you hold her and promise that “it’ll be our little secret”telling her how proud you are of her for telling you - “no one understands you like I do sweet girl. I’ll keep all your dirty secrets and you’ll keep mine, it’s how we prove we love eachother.” Giving Wanda chaste pecks on the lips that slowly become slower and more lingering as your take her top lip between your own - you act as if it’s platonic so she doesn’t question it. Though she does notice it switches to check and forehead kisses whenever they’re not alone, yet they still linger in ways that make her stomach tighten. You’re always wearing low cut tops and dresses because you know she’ll stare at your boobs and she does in a way that is more gawking than subtle. You’ll force her to go shopping with you, spending her dads money and drawing her into the changing room with you to “get her opinion” and smirking to yourself in the mirror as she watches you undress, crossing her legs as she fidgets. You’ll find her lots of pretty dresses and short skirts, forcing her to try them on and ignoring her protests as you close the door and start undressing her, hands lingering along her sides and the soft skin below her ass as she stands there in her underwear. You move her to face the mirror, arms wrapped around her from behind - dresses forgotten - “you’re so pretty baby” you’d whisper before pressing an open mouthed kiss to the skin of her neck her dismissal causing you to roll your eyes “yes you are, so pretty, do you want to know a secret?” Wanda nods and you’ll tell her about how you touched yourself to the thought of her, the soft “right here” is lost in her moan as you cup her sex through her panties, pressing roughly on her clit. “Have you ever touched yourself sweetheart? No? Your little pussy must get so tingly poor baby.” You fake sympathy only to abruptly leave her there, waiting outside on your phone. She buys the dresses despite not trying them on and you smirk at her love of pleasing you. You walk past her room later that night and hear her cute little moans and your name on her lips. You’ll rest against the wall to listen in, hand down your pants as you touch yourself. Wanda’s groans of frustration as she struggles to make herself cum shouldn’t be as satisfactory as it is but alas that’s what makes you reach the end she struggles for before leaving her with her frustrations.

Now that you’re certain you have her at your mercy you wait until you know Wanda’s father will be gone for the whole week before inviting her to your room for a ‘sleepover.’ It’s as you hold her - in your arms and between your legs - a movie playing on the tv, hand softly drifting up and down her bare thigh, fingers toying with the edge of her panties and her head rested on your shoulder that you make your move. Placing soft wet kisses on her neck and whispering into her ear “Wanda, can you be a good girl for mommy?” Her confusions evident as her green doe eyes leave the movie to look at you “It’s just, mommy hasn’t been properly fucked in so long, your dad doesn’t touch me and even when he did it wasn’t very good. Men are never very good. And my baby girl is so pretty, so sweet for her mommy. So I thought maybe you could fuck me. And if your good mommy will play with your pretty little pussy. Make your tummy all tight until you squirt all your special cream.” You watch her get all cute and flustered, exactly as you predicted, but it’s almost over shadowed by her desperation for you “I - I want to be a good girl. I love you so much. But dad won’t like it. He’ll get so mad mommy. He hurts me when he’s mad.” You try not to get angry at this knew knowledge, bookmarking it as a problem for later and focusing on the young girl in your arms “It’ll be our little secret baby. Just like your love for pretty girls. Your dad will never know. And I won’t ever let him hurt you. I know you want mommy to touch your pretty parts, mommy knows everything about you Wanda. No one will ever know you like I do. Now be a good girl for mommy and take your clothes off. I want to see my pretty girl.” You can see her resolve shattering in her eyes, you’re so close to having her, you can almost taste her sweet cunt already “No one will know?” She’ll whisper as her hands clutch at you “Our secret baby. You can be mommy’s little slut and no one will ever know. Now take your clothes off Wanda before mommy gets mad.”

Wanda nervously stripping before laying there naked and letting you touch her. Playing with her pink nipples and kissing across her entire body. You’ll spread her legs open and pull apart her soft folds, your tongue licking her once as she spasms in pleasure. You inspect every inch of your new toy before stripping yourself and laying beside her, directing her face to look directly at you “mommy’s going to show you how to please her now okay? Ask questions if you need to. You’re mommy’s whore now Wanda, it’s your job to obey her. Even when you don’t want to.” Wrapping your fingers around her neck you grip her as a warning “say it, whore. Or mommy won’t touch you” her apologies fall on deaf ears as your grip tightens - waiting - “I’m mommy’s whore. It’s my job to obey you, please mommy I’m sorry” satisfied you’ll release her “Good girl, such an obedient whore for your mommy Wanda.” Eventually you guide her mouth as you kiss her deeply, moving her hands to kneed at your breasts. You’ll force Wanda’s wet mouth onto your nipples, having her suckle you as you finger yourself. Before tying a strap upon her hips and riding her for as long as you please “you’re such a quick learner Wanda, my smart girl. Do you like your dick baby? I brought it special for you. You feel so good inside of mommy. Be a good girl and one day mommy might let you fuck your dick into her. Would you like that?” “please mommy wanna fuck you. Wanna be your good girl. Wanna make mommy feel good” “mommy feels so good sweetheart, my little slut fucks me so much better than her daddy does.” You edge yourself until you can’t hold it any longer, grinding into her as you cum. Wanda’s confused as you scream her name, thinking she hurt you and pulling out “I’m sorry mommy I didn’t mean to” as annoying as her abrupt departure from your pussy is her pleading amuses you “it’s okay baby, you didn’t hurt mommy. You made mommy cum like a good little slut. All my special cream leaked over your cock. You want to see?” At her nod you swipe your fingers through your pussy before pushing them into her mouth “is mommy’s cream yummy baby? Suck my finger clean, that’s it.” After she’s calmed down you let her know never to ruin your orgasm again. Aggressively grabbing her chin as she continues sucking on your fingers “pull out of mommy without asking again Wanda and I’ll spank your ass with my rings on until it’s raw and bleeding, understood?” Pulling your finger out, you kiss her sweetly, not letting up on the grip you have on her chin and forcing your tongue deep into her mouth as she struggles to keep up, spit dripping down both your faces “such a messy baby Wanda” “I’m sorry for pulling out” “it’s okay sweet girl, you’re still learning. Let’s get this strap off so I can see my babies special parts hmm? Mommy thinks you deserve a reward for fucking her so well and on your first try too” “it feels so sticky mommy” “poor baby, mommy will make it better.” Ditching the strap you lay her on her back as you settle between her thighs, dropping soft kisses between them “tell mommy when your little tummy starts feeling really tight okay, your not allowed to cum until I say you can, your pretty little pussy belongs to me now only I get to make the tingles go away” at her nod you eat Wanda out softly, her obediently telling you when she feels her pleasure peaking and you stop each time, switching to wet kisses on her tummy and thighs as she calms down before diving back in. It’s cruel to edge her little virgin pussy this much but her pretty little moans and the taste of her sweet cunt was too intoxicating to stop. Eventually you start to feel sorry for her as she sobs at the overstimulation, her hand squeezing yours with a strength you didn’t know she had - desperate for a release she’s never felt before - in pity you thrust a single finger into her tight whole, searching for her soft spot “mommy stop. it feels like I’m gonna pee” “it’s okay Wanda, you can cum, let go for mommy baby” permission granted you suck on her clit as she screams, her juices squirting across your face and chest.

Aftercare with Wanda is soft as you tell her what a good girl she is, holding her naked body to your chest and wiping the tears from her face. “I’m so proud of my little girl. Mommy loves you so much Wanda.” You draw her a bath with lots of special oils and bubbles, letting her dose against you in the warm water. You’ll answer all the questions she has, telling her that what she did was called squirting and how happy you were with her for doing so. And “yes if you try really hard mommy will squirt for you too one day.” Eventually drying her off and dressing her in your soft over sized shirt but forgoing panties “mommy will need to do an inspection in the morning anyway so they’s no point. It’s best not to wear panties at all anymore baby. Your cute little pussy needs to be open for mommy at all times.” You snuggle up together in her room - your sheets left for the maids that know better than to question you on the state of them - one of her stuffies pressed between you as she falls asleep tucked under your neck. You make sure she’s completely out of it before you fall asleep yourself. Whispering your promise to always protect her into her soft brown hair.

You didn’t forget her desperation before you claimed her that night, her frightened “he hurts me when he’s mad” condemning her father in your mind not a second later, there were better things to do at the time but the next morning as you slowly kissed his daughter awake, fingers deep in her tight pussy - you started plotting. So when your husband becomes far too drunk - nothing to do with you of course - and ‘trips’ down the steep marble staircase of your estate - you’ve always said it was dangerous - and it ends with him in a coma - a doctor wearing a shiny new Rolex, keys to a Italian sports car in his pocket as he tells you how sorry he is… but “it’s best to pull the plug early, no point in prolonging his suffering.” That day Wanda’s fathers second wife becomes his last. Your mouth slips only once while deep in ecstasy and in Wanda when you fuck her against the wall in the hospital room, her dead father going cold as they’re given ‘private time’ to say goodbye. Your whispered “he’ll never hurt you again baby” in her ear briefly causing you to panic. But Wanda doesn’t say anything, her cum coating your finger not long after the accidental confession, so you assume she never will. You play the grieving widow of course you’ve always suited black, comforting Wanda - who’s only ever sad in public - and signing the necessary documents for the both of you as your late husband’s fortune is split between you and his only daughter. Or well… only you after a few bribes. But Wanda’s still your darling girl of course, she gets whatever she desires and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. She’s too stupid to have so much money anyway, her being dependent on you is nothing more than an accidental bonus.

Apologies, this got out of hand. But technically you’re the one with the great ideas so… is it really my fault?

Holy fuck this is a whole fic and I LOVE it. Innocent stepdaughter Wanda who wants you but is scared, then being coaxed into molding herself into a little whore for you. The way she wants to keep it as a little secret between the two of you is so perfect. Seriously I ADORE this entire thing. Thank you for taking the time to feed us with such wonderful thoughts omfg 😭💖

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leosmaxromanoff · 15 days

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𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

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based on this request

pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

warning: minors dni (it’s not like i can stop you. but keep in mind that you’re responsible for your own media consumption so do be responsible), smut, roles; darkdom!natasha (professor natasha) & sub!reader (college student reader), semi-public sex, curse words, exhibitionism, knife play (blood and wounds), gun play, kinks; mommy kink | degradation kink | choking kink, large age gap; natasha is 38, reader is 22

summary: you see natasha everyday. she’s your professor after all. and every day since your breakup, she continues to act as if you don’t exist. the least she can do is treat you like a student, but she can’t even do that. you’ve had enough. she’s not welcome to break your heart every day the way that she does. ignoring your very existence as if you weren’t once the bane of hers. so the only logical thing to do? sleep with her fellow professor.

a/n: this is a part of my smutty sundays 😩🫦

two years ago, you made a pair of shoes. you had peter and aunt may help you. it was black, it was glossy. and you made sure that it was comfortable. you spent more time on it than your patience allowed, but even years later, you’re glad it’s still in perfect condition.

you see it, every single day. you hear it click against the marble tiled flooring of the right wing of your building where the libraries, the faculty, the offices are located, every day, at 9:15 am without fail.

you memorized it. you memorized the sound, which alone had already made you clutch your books slightly tighter against your chest. you waited for the figure to turn the corner, you waited to meet its eyes. you waited to follow it as it walked down the hall.

and then, there she was.

the red head wearing a dark blue blazer and matching trousers with a red silk top underneath. her hair was perfectly resting on top of her shoulder, big curls and all, so neatly falling over the crook of her neck as if it was deliberately arranged and placed with a massive amount of hairspray.

mrs. natasha romanoff.

this was always your favorite time of the day. the time when you see her walk into her office. when you see her the very moment she comes into school. when you get to see how she’s dressed, when you get to get a scent of her to take with you for the rest of the day, when you get to see how perfectly in shape the shoes you made for her is. the shoes she’d always worn for the past 2 years.

you looked at her eyes, the bright green ones you’d dream about looking at you. she walked closer, and closer, and slowly you got to see the small features on her face that, although you have memorized, you still liked staring at.

by the time you could clearly see the mole on her right cheek, you dreaded it. you often forget how much you hated standing there, waiting for her to turn the corner and walk the hall. you get so hypnotized by her, that you forget the wretched feeling you have whenever she walks past you. whenever you feel that small breeze that’s her always so close to hitting your figure as if you weren’t there. you hated that she never lays her eyes on you, she never acknowledges you, she never even do so much as breath towards you as if you two had never met.

you dreaded it. you hated it so fucking much. it makes you clench your fist in rage, and then it makes you tear up, and then it makes you hate yourself. and you are just so tired of that.

“mrs. romanoff,” you called, standing completely still.

you felt her stop just a few inches away from you. she hadn’t moved. she hadn’t turned around. she just stopped, and waited for you.

but you didn’t say anything.

you weren’t sure why you called onto her. in your head, you wanted to scream at her. to tell her to look at you. to tell her to stop ignoring you. to tell her that she already got what she wanted, that you already broke up with her in front of her wife and the least she can do is look at you.

but you didn’t say that.

she turns her head, just enough for her to look at her shoulder in acknowledgment of you. it was the most she’s given you in 2 years, and you can’t do anything about it.

“have a nice day…"

she didn’t say anything. you knew her enough to know the way her eyebrows tightened by the tiniest bit in confusion. that’s it? she’s probably thinking. and honestly, you’re thinking the same thing.

that’s it? that’s all i can fucking tell her?

she only did so much as hum, leaving a second before she left. you were frozen in your place until you heard the door to her office, near the end of the hall, close.

you hated what she does to you. you hated how she’d ignore your very existence. how she walks past you as if she hadn’t touched you in the dark hallways of your school. how she’d look past you as if she hadn’t seen every inch of your skin. how she’d avoid calling your name in class, how she’d avoid going to places where she knows you’ve been, how she’d completely disregard you as if you weren’t someone she had once confessed to be so utterly and hopelessly in love with.

you hated how she has the nerve to do that. she was the one who initiated your relationship. she was the one who seduced you into an affair. she was the one who made you so unconditionally in love with her. she was the one who asked you to break up with her. to stop seeing her after her wife came to you, and asked you to leave her alone.

she was the one who hurt you.

everything that this was is all on her.

and she shouldn’t have the nerve to act as if you did something wrong.

the only thing you’ve done, the one wrong thing that haunts you to this day, was loving her.

and she shouldn’t have the right to hold that against you. not when she was the one who made you fall so madly in love with her in the first place.

“y/n, are you okay?”

you didn’t realize you had just finished your last class of the day. you didn’t realize you had been stuck in the moment of hurt (which was an everyday thing, at this point) because of natasha. peter was snapping his fingers in front of you, trying to break you out of your thoughts.

the classroom was empty, and it was only you and peter. he was standing in front of your desk, holding your bag as if ready to basically drag you out of there if you hadn’t come to your senses. “aunt may is going to kill me. i promised to take you to lunch with her."

you blinked a few times, standing up to gather your things but something lit up inside your little brain when you see a figure standing beside the podium that peter’s been covering from your line of sight.

it was natasha.

she was standing, so incredibly still, her eyes staring straight into you, following you and every little move you make. you weren’t sitting so far from the front, perhaps just a row or two behind. so it didn’t come unnoticed to you, the way her finger slowly tapped her elbow while it’s crossed. the way her eyes are barely closing, or the way her head was tilted just by the smallest, almost unnoticeable bit.

she was annoyed.

mrs. romanoff was never one to stay after class hours. she’s punctual, even with leaving, and you know how it aggravates her to have to stay after the time she should’ve already left.

and while, she hates it, she has to stay until every last student is out of her classroom. and since you’re here, and it seems like you’ve been here for a while, you can see how that may have annoyed her.

so in courtesy, you met her eyes, "mrs. romanoff”, you greeted, almost bowing to her before grabbing all your things and pulling peter out of the classroom.

“miss y/l/n,” she called when you were just by the door. stopping you in your steps. she wasn’t looking at you anymore, her eyes remained to where you once were. there was a dramatic pause, and until she was sure that your complete attention was on her, her head slowly turned to look at you. “i will be handing you a letter informing you of your new class schedule with mr. rogers. please see me in my office when you have the time.”

it took you a few seconds before you picked up on what she meant, “what?” it was rather informal the way you said it, she was always so strict with formality, but you didn’t really care. she hardly notices your existence all-together, she won’t penalize you for that.

“i’ll be transferring you to mr. roger’s class out of the best interest, for you.” she says, turning around to gather her things and get ready to leave. “you can get your timetable in my office or you can get it here at 3.” she says. “rest assured, miss y/l/n…” she looks at you. she can’t see you. she can’t see you the way she used to. she can’t see you at all. and that alone, the thought, the knowledge, and most especially, the way you could no longer let you read her eyes, the way she’d completely shut you off, broke your heart in more pieces than when she told you about her wife. “you will be seeing a lot less of me.”

she was a complete stranger.

you knew what she meant. you knew the message she wanted to send, she made it very clear but you know she felt the need to save it for the sake of peter and keeping a professional relationship between you two.

you could feel your hand shaking. if the moment lasts a minute longer, your chin would tremble. your eyes will uncontrollably water. you are bound to break down. you can feel it. but you won’t ever–you refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing how broken you are because of her. she will never see how much she hurts you.

“and i’ll be seeing more of steven…” you smiled. “good.” you say before turning away with peter following you.

she has the power. she has the power over you, over everything. but you like to play. you like to play queen and pretend you have the power over her. you like to play against the odds. you like to play against her. you like to play pretend and act fine when, really, you’re not.

transferring you to mr. roger’s class was her breaking up whatever’s left lingering between you. it was cutting you off. it was completely taking you out of her life. and you aren’t going to leave just like that. not without rubbing it in her face that you’ve moved on.

so at exactly 2:55pm, you’d already settled down on her desk, your arms holding the back end of the table as you leaned back, your head hanging back with your locks tickling your elbows as you pulled steven grant rogers closer between your legs.

you would’ve done it with someone else, but frankly, no man ever dare come close to you. everyone who had, ghosted you. perhaps, they can sense the gayness, but you were bi, the “liking woman” aspect of your personality probably over powers the “liking men” aspect by tons.

so here you are with mr. rogers. you could feel him. you could feel his bulge. does it turn you on? it does. do you want to fuck him? you do. but would you? no. to let him touch you should be heaven enough for him.

if there’s one thing natasha taught you, it’s that you were a goddess. every person to have ever laid their eyes on you, is lucky enough to be graced by your view. and to touch you. even by a split second on your hand, should be heaven enough for them.

she also said that you were hers and anyone who should dare touch you would have their hands chopped off.

but of course, she doesn’t care about you anymore. you care about you. and you are indeed a goddess. and the only person ever worthy enough to see all of you, was natasha.

“this is wrong…” he grunts.

“then why are you touching me?"

his hand was on your stomach and he seems surprised when he sees it trailing up to your breasts. you bucked your hips so you he can feel the sensation of your cunt against his covered dick. you dress especially helped with the easy access.

you could still feel his hesitation. you can feel the tension in his hands. you opened your eyes and you looked at him, like a helpless little girl asking for her daddy to help her with the icky feeling between her legs. you guided his hand upwards, letting it run through your breast and pulling it to hold the side of your neck.

"touch me more…"

you started grinding on him. you weren’t feeling anything, really you couldn’t. if anything, it was uncomfortable. but you saw him grunt, and you saw how much he yearned for more. so you moaned. you moaned as if you were chasing a high that fed his ego with wanting to help you with it.

he held either side of your neck, as if supporting you as you grinded aimlessly on him. you wanted to get it over with.

your moans got louder, and louder, until you erupted in quite an exaggerated act of pleasure and panted as if it was the most pleasurable you’ve ever experienced.

"if you’re done, rogers…"

you were expecting her to be here. you were doing this so she could see how much you’ve moved on, but you didn’t expect how belittling her voided gaze was. how just a simple glance at you made you feel so dirty, so small, so invalid.

"and y/l/n.” she mentions, slowly, almost angrily. “rogers, to the dean, please."

it scared you how incredibly casual and contained she was. how composed, how calm. she just caught her ex (and student) being touched by her friend (and colleague) in her classroom. how can she be so utterly placid.

he did what she asked him to, quickly stumbling out of the room unable to meet her eyes. and while you were just about to get off, natasha tuts. "no, you stay there.” she says. casually, as if she’s correcting you. “don’t move.”

you felt every hair in your body stand up. it was as if the air suddenly turned cold. you were freezing. you were scared. you were embarrassed. you were in such a compromising position. your legs spread wide, your body leaned back.

she stood right in front of you. not too far that you can’t feel her warmth, but far enough so that she can study your entirety.

her arms were crossed, and she looked at you as if she was a teacher who had just caught you smoking. except she is a teacher and she just caught you having sex with another teacher.

“you know what?” she says, inching closer and closer to you. “i thought the only person i had to worry about was peter.” she narrows her eyes, tilting her head, and the small grin that formed her lips made you rethink everything. “but i can’t do anything to peter. peter’s a nice kid.” she stopped when she was in between your legs with absolutely no space left between her and the desk. you wanted to cry. you were shaking. but she didn’t care. she cupped your pussy with a harsh slap, and pressed so pleasurably hard on your clit. “but now i know you’ll throw yourself to just absolutely anybody, so maybe i should do a better job at keeping you away from everyone, yeah?”

you didn’t know it was humanly possible to flip you and handle you the way she did. in just a split second, she had you laid down on your stomach, legs spread wide and hanging from her desk, and your dress scrunched up to expose your ass.

you were breathing heavily. every and any ounce of courage was stripped off from your body. it’s like she’d completely made you weak, she’d completely made you nothing but something for her to play with.

“i don’t even know what to do with you anymore…” she whispers, harshly grabbing the back of your neck and pushing it harder against the wooden surface.

“you can’t do anything to me…”

“are you sure about that?”

you could feel the bulge in her trousers, how massive it is despite of the space between your bodies. she lightly laid a hand on your covered ass, soothing over it with her soft touch.

you knew what’s about to happen. you knew. and never in a million years did you think something like that would turn you on. you didn’t think it was something that would form a wet patch on your underwear, or tie knots inside your stomach.

you wanted it, you wanted it more and more especially when you’ve heard her undo her belt. but you have to stand by your pride. your dignity. you’re not going to let her ruin you and lead you on so she can choose her wife over you again. you’re not going back to the heartbroken little girl who was chasing after her, knocking on her door, begging her to take you back.

“no…” you resisted, but that only made her push you harder against the surface of her desk. “mrs. romanoff, you have to stop.”

she laughs, almost frustratingly. “god…” she says. “don’t say that as if it doesn’t turn you on.” she pressed her body on yours, gripping your thigh so hard that you can feel her nails going through your skin. “you shouldn’t tell me what to do."

it was pain beyond what you expected. tears seeped through your eyes when she landed a harsh slap on your ass. it hurts so bad that you couldn’t help but cry. cry out of pain. and what scared you, is that… you were crying out of pleasure too. you were crying out of longing. out of want for more of it.

but nonetheless, you stood your ground. "you have a wife! think about wanda… please."

you didn’t care about wanda.

and regardless of how many times you lie and say that you do, you knew under all this pride was just you wanting to hear her say it. under all the resistance was you baiting her to tell you she wants you.

she landed another harsh slap. and another. and another. and by what you counted was the 15th, you were heaving, crying, whimpering. your forehead was resting on top of the desk, you hands holding its edge. she didn’t say anything, she just hurt you. and hurt you. until you were begging her to stop.

"you didn’t like it, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice an angelic whisper while she soothes over you reddened ass.

you did like it. you liked it so much you can feel yourself dripping. you wanted to buck your hip, grind on something. but you resisted. you need to know she wants you before you show her how much you want her. it’s what you owe yourself after this.

you yelped when you felt her tug on your hair so your head is raised up. she clung her belt around your neck, pushing the end through the buckle and fastening it tight around your neck.

and like a dog, she tugs on it so she’s pulling you back. her body was pressing against yours, all her weight on you. you could feel her breath against your skin, you can feel her scent overtaking every ounce of reason in your mind. but you resisted nonetheless. you resisted her hold on you. you pulled on the belt by lowering your head, but she was quick to tug it back, wrapping her other hand on your neck.

“you don’t have to worry about wanda, dear.” she whispered. “you didn’t when you let me fuck you in the closet while she’s sleeping.”

“back then you wanted me…"

she stops. and for a moment you felt your heart crack at the thought of her stopping simply because she couldn’t tell you she wanted you. but then she chuckles when she got off of you.

"aww…” she coos. loosening her grip on both your neck and the belt. “is that all my dumb baby wants to hear?"

she pulled you by the shoulders, gently, turning you around and carrying you up the desk so your sitting on it with your legs spread wide for her. "listen to me,” she says, a hand holding your waist. her nose trailed from your ear, down to your neck, and then your collarbone. she was smelling you, she was feeling your warmth, she was getting drunk on your scent.

she tugged on the belt so you gave her more access to your neck. you closed your eyes. you know at any moment you’re bound to break. you’ll be begging her to take you like the little slut that you are. you just want to hear her say it. please, natasha. say you want me.

your eyes popped wide open when you felt some cold metal trailing your thigh. from the top, slowly making it’s way to your knee. you already knew what it was. if there’s anything natasha never lets herself without, it’s her gun, and her knife. she was playing with a knife.

“natasha…” you whispered, fear imminent from your shaking voice.

“darling,” she looks at you, her face not even an inch away from you. “you would be afraid of me if i told you what i did to every single person who even looked in your direction."

you tried to calm yourself down despite of the sharp blade that continued to soothe against your skin. you stopped your heaving, you steadied your thinking. you showed her that you can take it. you can take her. you can take all of her.

"i will never be afraid of you…” you whispered.

“is that so?” her eyes narrow in challenge.

you almost screamed in pain, gasping for air when she suddenly drew a deep cut on your inner thigh. tears streamed down your face as you saw the blood drip from your skin to the part of your dress you were sitting on.

“you should…” she whispers almost inaudibly. “i drove away every single man, every single person to even think about you.” she says, drawing another cut parallel to the one she’d already done. you can only let your nails bury deep on the skin of your leg, holding on to it, hoping to numb the pain from your thigh by inflicting more on your leg. “i have done unspeakable things to any person who even dared come your way. so to say i want you?…” and finally, she drew the last cut that connected the two lines together, a diagonal cut to spell her first initial. “would be an understatement."

you closed your eyes. "fuck me…” you whisper.

“say that again, darling.”

“please, fuck me… mommy.”

suddenly, she was pulling the belt firm so your head stays close, and your lips on hers as she completely devours it. her tongue explored every inch of your mouth the same way she let her 2 fingers explore every untouched crevice of your pussy.

your hips bucked against her hand. you tried every possible way to grind against her hand, to meet the rhythm of her slow torturing pace. you wanted to cry. you wanted to feel her. you wanted to feel her in every part, every inch of your insides until you become so accustomed to it you can’t live without her inside you.

you wanted her in every part of you, you can’t help but cry especially when she tugged even harder on the belt signaling you to stay still. “stay down,” she growled. “stay down.”

you couldn’t tell which one were whines, or moans, or cries. all you know was that they kept coming and she was just so eagerly swallowing them into the kiss. when her fingers leave your aching hole, you couldn’t help but pull away from the kiss so you can look her in the eyes, “no…” you frowned.

you looked like a kid, filled with disappointment, and tears, and desperation. she loved it so much. she loved knowing that after all these years, she still has the same effect on you as you have on her. she loved knowing that you’re so weak for her. she loves the power of knowing that you’ll always always beg for her even if she hurts you multiple times. she’s your drug. and you’re her obsession.

she hid the amusement, the grin, behind a raised eyebrow and what an awful and condescending gaze. “you want to be fucked so hard don’t you?” she says, trailing one hand from your neck down to your stomach, undoing the buttons of your button down dress as she does so.

“only by you, mommy…”

you gasped when the cold steel hits your skin again. this time, it was trailing against your skin. from your knee and slowly up the inner of your thighs. you froze when you realized its path towards the part that ached the most.

you closed your eyes but natasha was quick to grab your jaw and press the blood stained knife harder against your skin. “now, i hardly believe that…” you can hear the restraint in her voice, the anger badly disguised as composure. her eyes backed that up. her eyes were dark. so dark you could hardly make up the green in it. it was an entirely different color. “haven’t i seen you grinding against rogers just a moment ago?”

the fear can not overcome the pleasure. the adrenaline. the lust, the desire, the want. you weren’t sane enough to stay quiet. so in a moment of confidence, you looked at her with narrowed eyes and almost a teasing smile. you took her face between your hands and pulled her closer so your noses are just so close to touching. “what are you going to do about it?”

something flared behind her eyes. challenge. something one should never do is challenge natasha romanoff. and with that very knowledge, you did it anyway.

your hands found balance on either end of the table when she suddenly pushed you down, pulling your legs towards her so your upper body lays completely flat on the table, and your legs are wrapped around her.

“the moment you step out of this classroom, everyone should know how much of a little slut you are for your professor, yeah?” she says, pressing a hand on your stomach as her knife continues to trail up your thigh. “i will make sure to ruin you for everyone else.” her grunt accompanied the loud gasp you let out when the knife finally met the fabric of your underwear. you closed your eyes shut, holding onto dear life, tears streaming down the sides of your face in fear.

you restrained your breathing, if you were breathing at all. you felt it make its way up from your hole and up towards your clit. it was slow. so torturously slow that you just wanted to get it over with. and maybe it was natasha being careful. but natasha never needs to be careful. she’s being delicate and gentle under all this anger and aggression. and somehow, that makes the experience of having a knife following the slit of your pussy slightly better.

the relief that washed over you when you felt your underwear snap in two and the knife leave your body felt almost like an orgasm. you were finally able to let your breath go, panting and gasping for the air your deprived yourself of because of fear.

“aww, did that scare my dumb baby?”

you would count that as a near death experience. and having experienced that finally snapped some sense into you. “are you craz–” only to be taken away by natasha whose fingers finally entered your hole without warning, and in the most unforgiving pace thinkable.

“you were saying, lovely?”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, releasing an animalistic moan as your hips met her fingers and matched her rhythm as she hits every spot that only she knew of. “ah! oh my god, natasha!” you scream, a string of moans leaving your lips.

“i wish you can see how pretty you look like this…” she whispers, curling her fingers inside you. “but you can’t. no one can. and to think you were just going to show this to rogers…” she said his name with so much disgust. a hand tugs on the belt pulling it tighter almost restricting your airways. “no one can see you like this, do you hear me?”

you were so close to crying as you inch closer to the high you’ve been craving for. “yes…” you cried, trying to grind against her hand harder.

“yes, what?”

“yes mommy!” you cried. “oh god, please mommy, please please please…”

you were losing your mind, chanting pleads for your dear mommy. her lips began kissing your collarbone, trailing wet kisses on occasional bites from your neck down to your stomach. “come on, scream for mommy, slut.”

you were. you were screaming for her. you were screaming her name. you were chanting, and praying to her. you were so close you could already see a faint of the stars, of the heaven you were chasing.

“no.” she pulls out.

her lips leave your body, and her fingers your dripping cunt. you looked at her with what such an amusing, even cute, disappointed face. your lips were pouted and you eyebrows furrowed as you sat up and watched as she slowly walked away.

she sat on a chair in the front row, legs crossed, head tilted, mouth stretched into a small grin. she saw the marks she made on you. the bruises she made on your body. the bleeding cut she marked you with. she loved it. suddenly you felt a wave of embarrassment. chills ran through your bare skin as she looked at you as if she was waiting for you to report what was assigned to you in class.

“i want you to touch yourself.” she says. “touch yourself and show me just how much of a little slut you are for mommy, yeah?”

your heart pounded inside of you. hesitation filled your face but nonetheless, you knew only she can give you the pleasure you were after. she was the pleasure you were after. you’re not getting what you want until you give her what she wants.

“come on, darling. don’t be shy. give a little show for momm–”

your eyes widened when the door opened.

and from it comes steve rogers.

when you thought you wanted the ground to eat you whole after you confessed to natasha, you were wrong. because you never wanted to disappear more than you do now. you didn’t even get the chance to cover yourself and you only realized how bare you were when professor rogers nearly met your eyes but quickly turned it to natasha.

“professor rogers is here, dear.” natasha says in the most welcoming tone, extending her arm as an invitation for the man to sit beside her. you could only look at her in disbelief that you were sure she didn’t notice as her eyes were on steve. “why don’t you give my dearest friend, steve, a show he would never forget?”

steve couldn’t bear to look at you. and neither can you on him. so while his eyes remained on the desk you were on, yours remained on natasha. completely frozen and in disbelief. however, natasha ignored that as well as she ignores you in the halls. her grin disappears, “come on. give steve a show.” she said that with drastic pauses in between. so you can only do so much as let your hand trail to your exposed pussy, and touch the nub natasha had only ignored thus far.

you closed your eyes as you felt tears coming. you laid down, avoiding every chance that they can to see your face, and the pleasure touching yourself gives you. you opened your legs further to give yourself better access, and then you start rubbing on your swollen clit.

the loud moan you let out at the first contact your hand made with your nub made you want to hide in embarrassment, but of course, that feeling was quickly overtaken by pleasure, even bucking your hips to meet your hand.

within a minute, you were a moaning mess, your hips raising and almost grinding against your own hand. “oh my fucking god…” you moan. “ah! god, mmmm…”

you could hear professor rogers grunting. even clearing his throat from time to time. you were in display, an object for them to get off on, but you didn’t care.

“oh my god! i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cumming…”

you quickened your pace, almost crying out when you’ve finally reached your high.

but no cry, or no animalistic moan from you can hide the loud bang that made you sit up.

natasha was already walking towards you. getting hold of both your legs as she went around the table, you spinning around as she moved, so now you’re facing the whiteboard. you weren’t able to get a look at her because she suddenly flipped you. she handled you so easily, it made you throb despite having just cum.

you hear ruffles from behind you, and then she pulls the belt. that completely restricted your airways as it tightened around your neck, and when she pulls you so your head was up, something entered you. she finally entered you. she bottomed out without letting you adjust, already setting a fast pace.

the immense pleasure from the way she’s hitting you was able to hide the fear, and the shock, and even the tears from seeing the lifeless body of professor rogers that’s sitting on the chair right beside where natasha was. you wanted to close your eyes, you wanted to forget the sight of him, blood splattered on him, and dripping from the hole in his temple. but natasha pressed her body on you, reaching over your front as she pounded your back. and when you felt something warm rub on your clit, something warm, and metal, and almost wet with what you hope isn’t the liquid that’s oozing out of the body in front of you, you knew you couldn’t close your eyes.

the sight of a freshly dead body in front of you should take you out of the mood. but it didn’t. it scared you that it didn’t. it scared you that it made you throb. that seeing it made you moan, and want more from natasha. “oh my god… ngh…” you couldn’t contain it. you can only keep so much in. the fact that you weren’t chanting her name. that you had to actively stop yourself from chanting her name as respect to the dead body in front of you. it scared you.

“see, this is what happens when someone touches what’s mine… do you understand me?” she growls in your ear. pulling you further back so her lips can be closer to your ear.

“i’m not yours…”

she killed someone. and while you’ve always known she was capable of such a thing, it was only right for you to hate her. you have to hate her. “oh? but you are, dear.”

you moaned again. and again. she angled her hips in the way she knew would take the most out of you. you were so lost in the pleasure, but the dead body in front of you kept you even the tiniest bit sane. “you’re–ugh–married. you belong to someone else.”

you were grinding against her. it took you everything in your power to not grind against her.

“i’m finalizing my divorce. i had to resist you until i’m free, but goddamn…” she grunted. “i had to transfer you out of my class so i can be with you. but apparently you just used that opportunity to be a whore. i just had to remind my little whore who she belongs to…”

you were cumming. you were so close, you were choking on moans despite of how much you tried to resist them. “you murdered someone…” you said weakly. she’s going through a divorce, but she killed someone.

“haven’t i before? for you?” she reminds you, following up her words of how much you’d hate her if you knew what she did to everyone who ever did so much as look in your direction. “and i will kill again if it means keeping what’s mine, mine…”

you breathed out. letting go. “oh… god…” you screamed, closing your eyes and gripping harder against the end of the table.

she got a divorce for you.

she killed for you.

“now, remind me who you belong to again, peach?”

it’s only right. you owed her this.

“you…”

you have to be hers. that way you can protect the lives of the people around you. right?

“who?” she tugs harder, completely blocking your air flow. you were crying, you were chanting, you were praying, you were begging. you were using up every last breath in your body to worship the closest being to god.

you have to be hers. you can’t be anyone else’s.

“you mommy!” you cried, exploding in ecstasy as you’d finally reached the stars.

you were already hers. you had always been hers. you will only ever be hers.

“good girl.”

you’ll never say it out loud, but you want her to kill every man to ever even walk close to you. and you want her to fuck you as she does so.

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ok so cheerleader wanda who is actually quite sweet to you and is very interested in you but doesn’t really understand her feelings, so while you start falling in love with her and ask to start dating, wanda accepts on a dare from one of her jock friends n doesn’t really take the relationship seriously at first, seeing other people while with you and sharing things about your relationship and feelings to her friends

but overtime she realizes her own feelings for you as they become stronger, for it becomes evident how much you care for her and how much she actually really admires you. you become a safe place for her, and soon she kind of forgets all about her friends for you once realizing what it feels like to really be taken care of and loved

then you find out about the dare and how wanda had been going about things when you first started dating. one of wanda’s friends tells you out of spite as she’d been hanging around them less n less and seeming far less interested in them, and also tells you about how she cheated on you several times during the first month of your relationship

feeling disrespected and belittled even though wanda insists that she really does love you and tries to explain her feelings and herself the best she can, you can’t get over the fact that she had treated you and your genuine feelings for her like a game to begin with, and break up with her after a rather heated argument

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leosmaxromanoff · 17 days

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Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

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leosmaxromanoff · 20 days

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being talked through an orgasm >>>

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leosmaxromanoff · 24 days

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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,

Word count. 3.6k

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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leosmaxromanoff · 28 days

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Sweetest Bunny

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: R wears bunny ears and a tail so pet playish (??), Mommy kink (W), Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral, Strap-on usage (W and R giving), Wanda calls R bunny a lot, Overstimulation, Maybe dubcon? I’m not sure if some bits would classify this as that

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: This fic is easter esque but in no way religious so if that’s something that bothers you, you are able to read this :3 enjoy!

"Please just wear it, for me?" Wanda plead with a faux pout. She had been asking you to wear these little bunny ears she had purchased from the store, along with the matching clip-on tail. You weren't sure why she was so persistent about you wearing them, neither of you had ever cared about easter to partake in anything slightly related to it.

"Ugh fine, but not for like." You finally agreed, making Wanda squeal. Little did you know her plans to corrupt your innocent self.

She slipped the headband onto your head, fixing any awkwardly placed hairs. Her hands firmly grasped your waist and spun you around. Your cheeks heated up as Wanda fumbled around with your pants, trying to clip the tail on.

Once she'd finally attached it to you, she spun you back around and stepped back to admire you. "Oh what a sweet sweet bunny you are!! Mommy cannot wait to ruin you." She squeezed at your side, you just stared at her dumbfounded. "Oh don't look so dumb bunny, you had to see this coming from a mile away!"

She hummed and pulled you into her, "You didn't know, did you bunny?" You shook your head in a no formation, causing Wanda to smile. "You're just so cute bunny! Let mommy show just how cute you are."

Her lips soft pressed against yours, they're soft an warm on your own. Her hands slide along your hips, nimble fingers pushing softly against the fabric of your shorts. "Your lips taste to good bunny, I wonder if your pussy taste even better." Her words sent an instant gush of arousal to your core, and a weak whine from your throat.

"Oh that pretty little whine bunny! Do it again for mommy." Wanda exclaimed with a squeal in her tone, her knee pushing against your pussy hoping to elicit more noises from you.

"C'mon bunny, bounce your little hips. Grind your pussy on my thigh." Soon Wanda had you a whiney mess for her. Your clothes discarded on the floor, the bunny ears still resting in your head. Your slick soaked pussy rutting against Wanda's thigh desperately trying to cum.

She get you close to your orgasm, then stop your movements followed by her thrusting her fingers into your cunt. Swapping back and forth just getting you all riled up. "P-please Mommy, 'm gonna cum please let me." You whimpered as pretty tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"Go on bunny, cum for momma." Intense pleasure washed through your bones as you came on her fingers. "What a good little bunny!" She praised while pressing a kiss against your lips, the cum she had just cleaned from her fingers sticking to your lips.

"Let me clean up your pretty pussy, bunny." You whined as she pushed you to lay on your back. "Too sensitive." Wanda scoffed at your whining. Not listening to your pleas, she lapped at your soaked pussy. Her tongue licking you clean.

Wanda scooped you into her arms, carrying you to her room. She gently layer your weaker body down on the plush bed, then wandered off to her closet. “Put this on and it’ll be right back, bunny.”

What she handed you was a fairly large sized strap-on, which you slipped onto your hips and adjusted it to your body. Wanda returned with your clothes in one hand, the bunny tail in the other. Your clothes were tossed into the corner of her room, followed by her clothes.

You stood by, shyly watching her remove her clothes. You admired every inch of her body, something you’d wanted to do for so long. The curve of her hips, the perk of her breast, her toned stomach. You couldn’t look away, until she called you out.

“It’s okay bunny, I like when you look at me. You’re always looking at me, aren’t you?” You nod, a satisfied chuckle left her lips. She attached the little tail to the harness that was clad to your hips. “There we go.” She smiled, the pulled you over to the bed.

Wanda laid back onto the bed, pulling you on top of her. “You get to fuck mommy now, okay bunny?” You couldn’t help but rut your hips, the faux cock grazing her slit. She grabbed the silicone member to her dripping hole, and demanded you to move.

You slipped the cock into her, a moan coming from her sending throbbing pleasure to your cunt. “Fuck baby, move your hits just like that- fuck! Go faster for me bunny!” She groaned, your hips snapping into her. Trying your best to make your mommy cum, she love your determination so much.

“Suck on mommy’s tits bunny, cmon.” Your lips wrapped around her perky pink nipples, your free hand pinching at the other one. Wanda’s hand cradled the back of your head as you sucked. “Fuck! Keep fucking into your mommy like that bunny, what a good little bunny you are.” Your final thrust grew sloppy as you brought her to her orgasm.

Your now very weak body fell forward onto Wanda’s, her hand gently pushed your hair out of your face. “You did so good for me bunny, let me reward you one more time.” You whined, “No mommy- ‘m really tired.” Your incoherent begs fell onto deaf ears as she flipped you to your back.

The harness was now discarded from your hips, but the toy was in Wanda’s hands. She brought it to your lips, slipping the tip of it past your puffy lips. “That’s my good bunny, suck mommy’s cum off the cock. Good bunny!” She praised as you licked the toy clean.

Her fingers ran up and down your thighs, right before settling on your swollen clit. Her fingers ran over the sensitive bud, whimpers coming from you. She removed the toy from your mouth, then it suddenly made contact with your cunt.

The size of it was almost too much for you to bear, the stretch it performed on your abused pussy was detrimental. “There we go bunny, take that big cock like a good bunny.” Wanda’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking to give you mores stimulation.

It didn’t take much work for Wanda to make you cum. Soft breaths leave your tired lungs as you lay in bliss, Wanda’s hand rubbing comforting circles on your skin. “You okay bunny?” Wanda asked in worry, hoping she hadn’t pushed you too far. “‘m okay, ‘m just sleepy.” She chuckled. “Don’t sleep yet, let me get you cleaned, then we can cuddle up. Sound good?”

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leosmaxromanoff · 30 days

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DON’T YOU LOVE THE DEVIL?

– pairing | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

– synopsis | wanda was everything you wanted in a mom. she was kind and loving, even to those who weren’t her own children. she, however, loved you in a very different way…

– warnings | porn with plot, non con that turns kinda dub con, smut, mommy kink, spanking, thigh riding, overstimulation, aftercare, wanda is a perv lmao (18+)

[word count: 3.4k]

Summer was always your favourite time. It meant avid beach trips, ice cream dates and - most importantly - bestie sleepovers. You enjoyed staying at Natasha's house, which was much larger than yours. Wanda, her mother, was always very kind to you, even more so than your own. Because of this, throughout high school, you found yourself always at the Maximoff’s. When you were going through a difficult time, you would always turn to her for support; she was a solid shoulder to cry on as her hushed whispers soothed you.

Much like your house, Natasha’s dad was never in the picture. And because Wanda never seemed to date, it was always just them two and sometimes you. Their house was your safe haven and Wanda was your beckoning angel. Now in your last year of college, you still find yourself coming to the older woman…

Countless nights, you wished she was your mom instead.

Reaching into your pocket, you fumble around for the front key, feeling its familiar shape between your fingertips.

This was your usual routine – Natasha would text when she was nearly home from work, and you’d arrive shortly after, letting yourself in with the spare key she had given you months ago.

The door swings open with a soft creak, revealing the warmth of the home beyond. The living room is empty, just the faint hum of the TV can be heard.

As you step into the kitchen, the warm aroma of burnt vanilla envelops you. Wanda stands against the island, dressed in a large, red sweater and black skirt, with one hand scrolling through her phone as the other holds a glass of red wine. She looked radiant as ever. A grown woman confident in her own skin and her ability.

“Hey, Wanda.”

She places her phone down and greets you warmly. “Hey there, sweetheart. How are you?”

“I’m good.” You take a seat next to her and she busies herself with pouring you a glass of red. You watch her, marvelling at how effortlessly she moves around the kitchen, her movements always graceful and fluid.

"So," Wanda begins, setting the glass in front of you, "another bestie sleepover?"

“Yep! Natasha’s going to be busy with Bucky next week so we’re spending as much time together.”

Wanda scoffs at the mention of her daughter’s partner, “Yeah, she said something about going to his parent’s lake house for the week.”

You hum, reaching for a sip of the wine, awkward in the revelation of Wanda’s distaste for her daughter’s boyfriend. I mean, it’s not like you like him either. You hate him actually. He was always so weird about your friendship with the redhead, always starting arguments around how much you guys hang out together and how he thinks you have a crush on her.

Plus, Natasha was way out of his league and he sometimes treated her like shit. It was only last week when Natasha was complaining about how they had an argument during their date and Bucky left her to find her own way home…

“I really don’t know what she sees in him.”

You sigh, setting the glass back down. “Me neither. He’s an asshole.”

Lost in thought, you fail to notice Wanda’s approach until an arm laid upon your shoulder, and a hand twirled around your curls.

“You know, I always thought Natasha would end up with you.”

Shocked by her confession, you try to respond - to deny that nothing would ever happened - but your mouth is unable to move as her nails scratch against your neck.

Wanda settles down in the stool beside you, hand retreating to stroke down your arm.

"I just don't understand. He’s boring and doesn’t deserve Tasha, whereas, you’re… you’re so much better than him.” She admits softly, her gaze fixed on you.

"You’re so much more than him.”

You shrug, expelling a shaky breath as you watch her manicured nail draw patterns against your exposed skin.

Silence envelopes you both, Wanda deep in thought and you pretend to act calm about the fact that Wanda’s touch has trailed down to your hands, resting in your lap.

“You know if I were her…” Her breath flutters against your ear, “I wouldn’t even think about anyone else… when I have you.”

Your heart skips a beat at her admission.

"I..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as you struggle to articulate the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling within you.

It felt so wrong, and yet you didn’t want her to stop.

To keep stroking your hand,

To keep whispering in your ear.

To keep close to you.

“I think… I want to kiss you.” Wanda murmurs, her thumb gently running over your lips.

But before you could say anything, she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

“So pretty.” She whispers, lips closing in once again, but the sudden closing of a door upstairs startles you both as you pull away. Eyes wide in fear that Natasha could’ve seen you kissing her mom.

Wanda leaves her seat, an unreadable expression on her face, and disappears into the living room, Natasha’s thundering footsteps break you from looking at her as she comes downstairs. Her hair is wet, her bangs clinging to her forehead. She must’ve been in the shower.

“You made it!” Natasha exclaims before briefly hugging you and dragging you with her upstairs, “Come on. Let’s watch a movie.”

…

A few hours later, and a few movies down, you end up back in the kitchen, in search of a drink. You spot Wanda in the living room watching a show, her presence both comforting and unnerving. No longer elegantly dressed, she lounges in a maroon satin night gown. The thin fabric barely covers her long legs as it glows complimentarily against her pale skin.

Summoning as much courage, you take a seat on the other end of the sofa. The drink long forgotten. She recognises your presence but you both don’t say anything, engrossed in some reality show on TV. This distraction works for a while but then, like a shadow in the morning sun, the memory of the kiss surfaces. Heat blossoms against your cheeks but you feel it weighing on your mind, a heavy burden demanding acknowledgement.

“Wanda,” your voice so quiet she almost didn’t hear it, ‘I think we should talk about earlier.”

With a delayed hum, she turns towards you, waiting patiently for you to continue. Your words stumble out clumsily, faltering as you try to convey the complexity of your emotions. You want to explain that the kiss was wrong, that she was your best friend’s mom and that nothing like that could happen again, but you don’t want to hurt her feelings in the process.

Her expression was unreadable, you could almost hear the pounding of your own heart, the uncertainty hanging thick in the air between you. And then, finally, she speaks.

“I’m sorry, darling. I thought- it was silly and inappropriate of me.” She reaches over to briefly squeeze your hand.

“Let’s forget it happened.”

You exhale with relief, “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”

Quick to change the conversation and clear the awkward tension, Wanda asks, “How come you’re down here anyways? Where’s Natasha?”

“Oh she fell asleep.” You giggle at the unattractive image of your best friend, snoring somewhat loudly and taking up your side of the bed.

“Besides, I’m not really tired, so I thought I’d come down for a drink.”

Wanda hums, a smile on her face at the sight of you giggling so cutely.

But you notice her hands run over bare arms, soothing the goosebumps and the slight shiver, “Are you cold?”

She looks at you for a moment, eyes taking in your concerned features before she nods.

“I’ll get you a blanket.” You move to stand but a grip on your wrist halts you.

“Don’t bother. Just sit here.”

She leans back against the pillows, legs parting slightly. Your brows furrow in confusion.

She tugs your wrist softly, “Don’t think, just come here.”

She pulls you to sit between her thighs, flush against her front as she winds her arms around you. It wasn’t uncommon be hugged by the older woman but it’s never been like this. But despite earlier, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you. The room even felt cosier now all that tension was gone. So, you lean back into her embrace, feeling her steady heartbeat against your back and her warm thighs brush against yours.

“Hm, much better. You’ve always run hot.” Her face snuggles into your curls and you giggle.

Her large hands dip, holding softly onto your hips, pulling you even closer with a silent groan, before descending to your thighs. A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine, but you maintain composure, thinking nothing of the surely innocent touch as you focus on the TV screen in front of you.

Her touch is gentle, sending a warm current through your body with each stroke. You feel your legs widen, following in the direction of her strokes, not wanting the caress to stop. The show on the TV fades into the background as your attention becomes solely fixated on her.

She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “Pretty girl... feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod, allowing yourself to melt further into her embrace, your head resting against her shoulder instead of watching her hands.

Wanda tuts, “No, baby, head up.”

A single hand moves from your thigh to hold the back of your head, forcing you to look down at your entwined legs. Another hand wanders higher than expected, tracing small circles into your inner thigh, jarring you out of your trance as you go to wiggle free from her grip. “Wanda… that’s-”

Your speech is cut off as fingers slip under your shorts, and you gasp, squirming with renewed vigour. But her hold refuses even the feeblest motions as she wraps an arm around your waist.

“Wanda… please!”

“Don’t think, baby.” She warns again, fingers gliding further into your shorts. “Just let yourself feel good.”

You fight harder, hips snapping away from her touch as hands pry at her wrist. “Get off me!”

“No, you’re not getting up.” You squirm again, and without warning, she digs her nails harshly into your soft skin. “I said, you’re not getting up.”

You whimper in pain and stop your movement. Instantly, her nails pull back from your skin, leaving red angry crescent marks. Those fingertips gently caress the marks to soothe them before moving up under your shirt.

“Good girl.” Those words bring an odd warmth to your body and suddenly you think that letting Wanda have her way with you couldn’t be as bad as you initially thought…

But light fingers caressing up and down your stomach, inching closer to your breasts reminded you of the position you’re in.

This was your best friend’s mom.

Natasha didn’t deserve this.

“Wanda, we can’t… it’s not right. What about Nat-?”

“It’s fine, princess.” She interrupts, placing a few chaste kisses against your neck. “She won’t find out.”

Suddenly, those hands slide up over your bare breasts and gently squeeze. You take in a deep breath and exhale slowly with a soft whimper. Pleased with the response, she begins to knead them kindly alternating between light and firm pressure.

“You like that, baby?” Wanda coos then nibbles on the side of your ear, descending your neck carefully to not leave bites and marks in place.

Your back arches slightly, pressing your breasts deeper into her adept grasp, and your defiance fades ever so quickly with each breathy moan.

“Hm, so needy, so responsive…” thumbs swipes over your perked nipples, “and all I’m doing is playing with your tits, princess.”

Your increased whines answer in reply and Wanda doesn’t bother wasting time anymore. Lifting a hand from its spot under your top, she glides down under your shorts. Her lithe fingers ghost over the soaked underwear, travelling low enough to feel the wetness seep from your slit, and she moans lowly at the sensation. “You’re so wet… fuck, is this all for me?”

Battling between not wanting this and giving in to her, you also fight the urge to thrust your hips upwards, to search for some needed friction, to end the maddening ache between your thighs.

The older woman’s light touches feel like heaven and hell as nimble fingers slide up and down the fabric that clung to you, purposely missing where you needed her most.

“That’s it, baby. Relax… let go for me.”

A strange fuzziness washes over you completely as you relax - moral sobriety long forgotten - as your legs spread apart limply for Wanda to grope in every direction.

“M’kay.” You reply, barely hearing yourself, lost in the moment.

Wanda sighs contently, forever pleased she’s put you in this headspace with such little fight.

Focusing back on your neck, she licks along the flushed skin, and as she bites against your pulse a little harder, the slight pain has you quivering.

You melt into the warm heat below you, head resting against a firm shoulder, as you let out a moan laced with pleasure and slight frustration. Hips bucking slightly back into Wanda’s hoping she’d take the hint and get on with it.

The quicker you gave her what she wanted, the quicker it would be done.

Finally, her index finger slides higher, the tip of her nail just brushing against your clit slightly. Your thighs shake at the motion, wanting to clamp shut around her but never doing so in fear she would stop. A cry falls from your mouth in surprise as her finger finally reaches, circling your swollen nerve endings in a slow yet firm motion.

Your words stumble out clumsily, unable to string a full sentence together as Wanda practically purrs against your ear.

“Oh, you’re doing so well, baby.” She coos, before pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, “So well for me… come here.”

Tipping your neck up, she dips forward, pressing her hot lips against your own. A choked note of dismay comes from you as Wanda forces your mouth open and shoves her tongue inside. The older woman dominates the clashing of tongues, making sure that you know your place.

You fail to notice Wanda pull your shorts and panties down from your hips until her fingers press against you harder, and you can’t help but grind against it with such aching desperation. She marvels over how pathetic you look… one minute begging for her to stop and now humping against her like a bitch in heat, swallowing her tongue down your throat.

Such a depraved mental image and yet it only feeds into her desire for you.

To claim you as hers, no matter if you wanted it or not.

Because she didn’t care.

She could feel herself getting wetter, as she met your grinding with her own thrusts, your ass pressing flush against her soaked panties.

The kiss eventually comes to an end, a few hungry strands of saliva briefly clinging to your lips, linking you together. Wanda gazes lovingly at the sight of you, a growing smile on her lips, as you writhe in building pleasure.

“Can you look at me, princess?”

Wanda asks in a sultry tone and you struggle to open your eyes, squinting against the light as her blurry face comes into focus. Her pupils are blown out, partly consuming those emerald irises, her cheeks painted a flushed pink, and her lips part as she pants freely.

She looks so beautiful.

Her green eyes shine clouded over in a different colour than Natasha’s…

Natasha.

Dread seeps into your bones, your body ripped from its relaxed trance as you recall your best friend and how she’s sleeping upstairs as you’re fucked by her mom.

You don’t want to think about how upset she would be to find you like this.

“Baby…” She reels your mind back to focus on her, noticing you’re beginning to spiral. “You ready to come for me?”

Her fingers speed up perfectly but you shook your head in defiance, your mind no longer free to just enjoy Wanda’s touch.

“No,” she coos, “you don’t want to come for me, baby? Don’t want to come for Mommy?”

A whiny no leaves your lips, not giving in to the beautiful temptress behind you.

Annoyed, Wanda rolls her eyes, clearly upset that you wouldn’t just give in to her and that you’re not nestled in that special little headspace anymore.

Without warning, she twists your thigh over the other, ass on show as she lashes out with a sharp slap. You cry out at the unexpected blow, your hands grabbing tightly onto whatever part of the woman you can reach. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push her away or pull her close.

“I thought we were done with that, baby.” She unleashes a few more spanks, “Thought you were going to be my good girl, hm?”

You gasp for air at the same time Wanda gropes your marked flesh, pulling your cheeks apart as she rubs in soothing circles. The breath turns into a choked moan as Wanda spanks you one more time, before returning you to your original position, back to pressing firm circles against your clit.

Once again, you fight her touch. Hips wiggling in each direction until ankles wrap around your legs, locking you in place.

Tight circles turn to quick taps, the once pleasing hand now bringing pain upon your pussy in rapid succession, not allowing you to writhe in her generosity for too long before returning to cruelty.

A beautiful blend that muddled all of your defying thoughts until there was nothing left.

Your body betrayed your mind. Your legs fell completely limp, as you lay at the mercy of the older woman. Taking whatever she deemed necessary to give.

Finally, she had you.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to. You’re going to cum all over my fingers for me.” She concludes with a kiss on your cheek.

And not caring if you cry loud enough to wake up the rest of the house, her fingers speed up for the last time, sending you headfirst over the edge.

…

After what felt like hours, Wanda was done with you. You had moved into her bedroom, deciding the sofa was not adequate to continue. Now her head rests against your stomach after she had spread you open to lap up your next orgasm.

Your body spasms randomly, wave after wave of aftershock rolling over you. A warm hand cups your core firmly, and you buck away from the sensitivity, not wanting her touch anymore. But her fingers remain, gliding slowly up and down your slit, marvelling at your swollen skin, before pushing against your entrance.

You’re overwhelmed. What little fight you have left mentally can’t keep up with the fatigue of your exhausted body. If she wanted to, she could have her way with you. Again and again. Fresh tears fall from your eyes as you sob inconsolably into hands covering your face.

Wanda leaves you be, moving up your body to grab onto your wrists.

“Hey, baby… it’s okay, you’re okay…” she coos, fingertips wiping away your tears, “Mommy went too hard on you, didn’t she?”

You struggle to find the words, and Wanda shushes you, stopping you from thinking too much in such a delicate headspace.

You feel movement, feel Wanda get off you, and your eyes snap open in a slight panic but she sits beside you and swiftly draws you onto her lap.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t cry.” She says gently, reeling you in with false empathy. She was glad she pushed you too hard you broke.

“Mommy couldn’t help herself.”

You scoot closer, close enough to bury your head into her neck as fingers trail up and down your back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. Can you forgive me?”

Her soothing words are music to your ears as you whimper softly against the woman, not willing to talk or move away. You just want her to hold you.

“Say it, princess. Say you forgive me.”

She guides you out of her neck to look at her.

“I forgive you.” You choke out, upset you’re no longer buried in her chest, as your hands run back to cover your eyes. Too ashamed to even look at her.

“Sweet girl, come here.” Wanda doesn’t wait, moving your hands to wrap around her neck as she kisses you hungrily, swallowing any little disapprovals as you push languidly against her chest, trying to force her mouth off of you.

It’s fine, it’s fine,” she ushers against your swollen lips, “I just want to make you feel better.”

You whine in disapproval but your arms wrap tighter around her.

“You love me, don’t you?” She whispers against your cheek, but doesn’t let you reply, as you choke on her tongue, stroking deep against yours.

“Say you love me, baby.” She moves to kiss your forehead, before moving down against your collarbone.

Hands groping your ass as she rocks you steady against her thigh.

“I love you,” a few tears burn down your throat as you hiccup,” I love you, I love you.”

Wanda mumbles her gratitude into your skin, fresh marks blooming against your chest as she fucks you against her.

“Keep saying you love me, baby.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” flies from your mouth in quick succession, your mind once again empty as the tell tale signs of another orgasm come into view.

“I love you too, princess.” She returns to your lips, tongue prodding past them as she coaxes your tongue into her mouth.

“Come on. Be good for me.”

It slams into you, body tense as you fall over the edge, pressing your face deep into her neck. She shushes you, not letting go of your body until the convulsions stop, and even then, you’re curled into her chest. Unwilling to part from her.

She allows you to sob freely, your body shaking uncontrollably as hands stroke all over until you calm down. Almost asleep in her arms.

A hand runs through your damp hair, “That’s it, baby. We’re done.”

“No more.” You mumble out, eyes already shut as exhaustion washes over.

“No more, baby. Go to sleep.” Wanda shifts you down her body, your face now against her chest, as she covers you both with her duvet.

Unable to resist any longer, you drift off in Wanda’s warm embrace.

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