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maximotts · 7 months

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♱ 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 ♱

♱ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: priest's daughter!Wanda Maximoff

I missed writing her and since it's been a year since @furys-eyepatch dropped this wonderful idea in my ask box, it felt right to start October off with one of my favorite squishies!

confessions of wanda maximoff AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don't need to add community labels, I've put adequate warnings below. wc: 3.9k. cw: innocent!Wanda/constantly horny!r. sex in a church. fingering. fucking from behind. strap-on use. begging. semi-public sex (no one is around). everything you shouldn't be doing in a place of worship. r thinks saying vulgar things to wanda and seeing her blush is peak entertainment.

“This is kinda the last place I want to be on Halloween, Wands..”

Wanda looked over her shoulder for the sole purpose of giving you an eye roll before continuing to tug you along through the back of the church. “I’m only picking up something for my dad, it’ll just take a second. I did say you could wait outside!”

“And hang around out there by myself? No way, it’s almost dark and there’s a cemetery!” You’d been sidetracked on the way to Natasha’s party, a texted errand from Wanda’s dad bringing you to his office in search of the large bags of candy he forgot to bring home with him. You didn’t mind honestly, the older man was always so kind it was hard to resist any of his requests— much like his daughter, the girl currently standing in front of you grinning.

She cooed at you in the confines of her father’s office, rubbing your cheeks while you swat at her hands. “Aww, are you afraid of ghosts? How cute..”

“Stop it, Wanda!” You scoffed, brushing her off and crossing your arms. So what if you were a little superstitious, who wasn’t? And you certainly didn’t need to let Wanda know; she’d hold it over you like she’d won the lottery. “Just hurry up so we can get out of here…”

Wanda kissed you quickly, soft and placating; an apology for teasing. She always saw you as someone fearless, it was nice to see a concept as harmless as ghosts rattle you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get us. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen anything creepy and Pietro and I used to spend tons of time here when we were kids.”

Trailing off as she went about searching, you leant back against the wall with a pout, opting to watch Wanda while you waited. She had yet to change into her costume, insisting it be strictly for the party, but part of you theorized it was just to keep her outfit from her dad. Instead, her bunny costume lay folded up in the backseat of your car and her dress remained on, teasing you a little more each time she bent over.

With the cooler weather, Wanda added tights to her wardrobe rotation, sheer black nylon hugging every curve from her ankles to her hips. You didn’t know what it was, but something about them left you drooling whenever you thought about the extra layer on your girlfriend for too long. In the past few weeks, you found yourself running your hands over her legs whenever she was close enough, often ending up playfully chided when you eventually grew too grabby during your shared lectures. But now, alone together with Wanda bent so far over the large wooden desk that you could catch just the barest hint of her underwear, you found it terribly hard to control your urge to grab her.

Hesitation gave Wanda enough time to shoot upright, victorious with heavy plastic bags in her tight grasp, “Candy acquired!”

She made her way back over to you by the door, pressing her lips to the corner of your mouth as she passed, “Now let's get out of here before some big bad ghostie bothers you.”

“I don’t think any ghosts want to be anywhere near us right now…” Try as you might, you couldn’t help yourself, eyes glued to Wanda’s backside as she led you back through the dark corridors behind the sanctuary. These weren’t proper thoughts right now, especially here, but it was Halloween… what better day to do something a little sacreligious.

“And why is that-” The end of her sentence was punctuated with a surprised oof, the shock of being shoved sideways into the wall cutting her short. Strong hands gripped her hips, balling the bottom half of her dress in your fists as you buried your nose into her long, dark hair. Instinct begged her to let the moan caught in her throat loose, but someone had to be level-headed here… or at least try to be. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I could ask you the same question, wearing this dress with no shorts and showing off.” You palmed her ass while she wiggled, sandwiched helplessly between you and the carved wood. Maybe you’d hoped that a simple bit of groping would satisfy whatever just took over, but it’d been wishful thinking; the more you touched, the more you wanted. “Did you know every time you bend over I can see your underwear? It’s not very nice to tease like that.”

“I-I didn’t know…” Wanda’s head was spinning, your sudden turn of mood rendering her flustered. Having never thought of herself in much of a sexual way, today’s lack of shorts was more of convenience rather than to tease. No matter how far she got from being a virgin, the intricacies of attraction and desire remained partially lost to her, always forgetting not only were you insatiable at times, but you wanted her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!”

“No need to apologize, Wands, I’m not mad.” The last thing you wanted was to embed shame to how your girlfriend decided to dress; if anything, the uncharacteristic choice made the surprise more enticing.

She shivered as you nibbled the shell of her ear, trembling more every second your hands continued roaming, exploring, groping her so shamelessly. “But you can make it up to me by letting me touch you.”

“We’re in a church…” Even so, it was just the two of you in the building, a fact confirmed by one quick glance out into the main room through one of the wall’s cutouts. All alone in the quiet, sacred space. Wanda knew she should protest harder, the mere idea should’ve been off putting, but it wasn’t. Nor was it the first time this scenario crossed her mind.

You’d be lying if you said the setting didn’t turn you on that much more and if Wanda’s shudder as you palmed over her covered sex was any indication, she wasn’t completely put off. Curious fingers poked and prodded, pressing against her in earnest until Wanda was gasping. “Why not? No one would know and it’d be fun.”

You could practically hear the cogs in Wanda’s brain turning, working overdrive to come up with some answer where she could do the ‘right’ thing and keep those all too good sensations flowing from between her legs. “Maybe in the car?”

She’d expected the proposition to sound more convincing than it was, your contemplative hum against the nape of her neck showing Wanda she probably hadn’t swayed you either. Enticing as the car might’ve been in the past, it wasn’t what she yearned for right now. If you led her out, she’d follow and most definitely enjoy herself, but she’d think about this and what it could’ve been until this very rare opportunity presented itself again, if ever.

“Oh, but I want you right here, sweetheart. What if someone drives by and sees you outside? You know I like to keep you all to myself.” Wanda didn’t stop the hand sliding past the top of her stockings, fingers stretching the thin fabric in search of her panties— the second your fingertips grazed the embroidered cotton you groaned.

Occasionally you caught her wearing the days of the week underwear she’d splurged on from some online boutique shop, something she bought with the mindset that no one would ever see them, but oh how wrong she was. Initially embarrassed for you to catch her wearing them, she was so relieved when you’d written it off as just another precious thing to love about her.

“How are you always so pretty, babygirl? Makes it so hard to keep my hands off you,” Two inches further down, you discovered the beginnings of a wet spot, Wanda’s body giving her away despite her meekly suggested location change. “Especially when you get wet so easily. It’s my job to take care of that, being a good girlfriend and all.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathed out, trying to keep her breathing even for as long as possible. It was true, Wanda often found her thighs pressed together after a few touches or too long of a kiss; a fact she only recently discovered upon dating you.

“I know, poor thing, let me fix it.” With your free hand holding the front of her dress, fingers splayed over her stomach, you held your girlfriend still as you moved the last barrier aside, sliding through her already slick folds as shamelessly as you would if you were in the privacy of your apartment back at home, laser focused on watching the girl in your arms go limp.

The physical embodiment of a devil on her shoulder as you nudged her sweater out of the way, Wanda couldn’t possibly deny either of you further; the longer you waited, the higher the chance that someone else would wander in. Her cheeks burned red hot, unable to tell how much was from being manhandled mere feet behind the altar or the humiliation of how badly she wanted you to continue. “Please…”

“Please what, Wanda? Take you to the car?” Circling her clit almost did her in, knees buckling, hall echoing with the sound of the bags falling from Wanda’s hand to the floor. You let up and she whined pitifully, hips bucking in search for more of the fleeting pleasure. But if you were doing this, you needed your favorite part: her confirmation. “Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Take me, right here…” She was nearly dizzy with need as she spoke, but the struggle was so worth it once your fingers began working her purposely now, promptly rewarding her acceptance. It was all too easy to forget any lingering worries and focus on her rapidly building orgasm, head and hands falling forward to brace herself as you slid two fingers into her. “Oh god, yes-”

You tutted mockingly, grinning into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck. “Now you know that’s not proper language for where we are. Mind your manners.”

It was terribly hypocritical considering how lewdly you were stretching her open on your digits, letting her drip down your palm. You could pretty much count on her making a mess, but no matter how familiar of a sensation, it was all you could do not to fall to your knees and see for yourself; Wanda was the only person you’d ever felt so inclined to worship. “You feel so good on my fingers, sweet thing. I wish you could feel how tight you’re squeezing them.”

The poor thing did her best to keep up, but you were so fast, so determined to watch her walls come down in the place she should be doing the exact opposite… The most she could do was moan out her pleasure, heavenly music to your ears. “Can I cum? I’m so close-!”

“Go on, I want to feel you.” Wanda finished with a cry, muffled into her arm, still too afraid to be loud no matter how alone you might be. She shivered and shook, thighs trapping your hand in place as she rode out her orgasm. Even from behind Wanda was a sight, long hair falling over her shoulders as she tossed, hands clamoring for purchase anywhere on the wall she’d never look at the same way again.

Satisfied with your work, thought she’d be done and more than ready to get out of here, but to your surprise, her hand grabbed your wrist before you could pull out. “What’s wrong, Wanda?”

“Nothing, it’s just..” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but it’d be a terrible missed opportunity if she didn’t ask. Rubbing her backside against your front confirmed what she’d felt for a few seconds before, the telltale bulge in your pants providing Wanda the perfect setup to make one of her deepest fantasies a reality. She’d gone this far; what was a little more for the whole way. That’s what she kept repeating to validate this next want. “Do you think we could maybe, um..”

“Maybe what?” Her actions only gave you an inkling into what Wanda was hinting at, but surely she couldn’t be thinking what you thought she was.

When it came to risky scenarios, you were constantly on the propositioning end, finding creative ways to present your new ideas for Wanda’s approval. What you’d just gotten away with was a giant push of luck, never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine she’d ask for it. “The rules are you use your words. You have to say it.”

Of course you wouldn’t let her off easy, not when both of you were on the precipice of doing something so scandalous. She appreciated how dedicated you were to her enthusiastic consent, but if she thought about what she was asking too hard, she feared she might fizzle into nothingness. “I was thinking if you were up for it, we might go again?”

“Yeah? With my fingers?” You goaded her with a slow curl of your long digits, guiding her back until you could easily grind your clothed strap on against her, the sharpest squeak bubbling from Wanda’s chest. As you moved this time, you were slow, too slow, knowing as nice as it was, it wasn’t what she needed. Not when she remembered how mouthwateringly full she was a few days ago when you’d last had her in your lap.

“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, mousy and bashful. Her one advantage was facing away from you, fully aware she’d never have the courage to speak up that way unless you forced it out of her. “I meant with your strap…”

The words felt heavy on her tongue, as if someone else said them; anyone but the person she knew herself to be. But you heard them in her sweet, sheepish voice and something feral inside you snapped. You tore away from her unceremoniously, only for a second, just long enough to bend her a little farther, slapping Wanda’s ass once.

“Fuck, I wish I could keep you here all night, just to see what else I can get a naughty girl like you to tell me what they’ve been dreaming up.” Ignoring her shout, you ripped a hole in her stockings, tearing wide enough that you could play with her from behind, shallowly dipping your fingertips into the hole you’d so cruelly left empty.

“You’re all I want,” Neck straining over her shoulder to catch glimpses of you undoing your pants, Wanda’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the thick dildo set on your hips, only fluttering closed as you nestled the toy between her thighs, sliding it back and forth in an effort to wet it for Wanda’s comfort. Eager as you were, this one was bigger than she’d taken before and you’d never forgive yourself if you caused her any pain. “Hurry up before someone comes in..”

“Look at you, so impatient,” The tip teased Wanda awfully, drawing low moaned out pleas that were much too pretty to deprive yourself of so quickly. It wasn’t long until her wetness coated your strap, slick and ready for her as soon as you were ready to deliver. “Does my sweet girl want me to fill her up with my cock? Would that make you happy?”

“Mhm..so happy..” Something about being fucked left Wanda’s brain so.. empty, always coaxing her into a blissful relaxation. She supposed it had something to do with not only touch, but your words, sneakily dumbing her down until her only thoughts rested on you and when you’d give her what she waited for.

Being taken in church was an idea she only allowed to appear in her deepest dreams, shaming herself afterwards for even daring to create such a thought. If anyone was going to give it to her now, it had to be you and to her credit, you’d started this. But logistics were way too much for Wanda to think about presently and, in a mission to make this impromptu sex as good for her as it already was for you, clearing her of any fears was your highest priority. “All I want to do is make you happy, Wanda.”

She knew that was true from the very first time you’d told her, those words only ever given with the most sincere honesty. Combined with the gentle patterns you drew over the sensitive skin of her lower tummy, Wanda let herself be lulled, trusting you to take care of her in the vulnerable state she so loved to fall into.

“Spread your legs for me a little, just like that…” Everyone would be wondering where you were soon, Wanda’s father waiting on his Halloween candy delivery and Natasha for the drinks she asked you to get, but for this, for her? You’d say screw it all without hesitation to take your time and make this happen however she pictured. “Now beg. Confess to me, little church mouse.”

As you pushed the tip in and stopped, Wanda erupted into a fit of pitiful noises, fighting against your hold to feel that ever lusted after stretch, but you were stronger than her and wouldn’t budge. Being made to beg was equal parts hot and degrading; unfortunately you’d come to love to hear it, discovered it turned her on to do it, and now demanded it whenever the chance presented itself. “I need your cock, need you to fuck me.. please please!”

“There’s my good girl,” With one long push, you filled her completely, overwhelming the needy girl in all the best ways. You gave her just enough time to adjust, rutting into her tight pussy hard and fast as soon as possible. If she was wet before, Wanda was absolutely drenched now, making it all too easy to fuck into her as deep as you dared. “You look so pretty all fucked out, Wanda, begging to be fucked just outside of your dad’s office.. in a church, no less..”

“I.. I didn’t…” She truly hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but she certainly hadn’t objected too heavily either, especially not to this. Each time your hips met Wanda thought she was done for, that coil in the pit of her stomach tighter than she could ever remember it being. Her entire body felt like a livewire, every touch you provided almost stinging. As soon as you found her neglected clit, Wanda was panting, chest heaving in the small, restricted space between her and the wall.

She devolved into an incoherent mess, pathetic and helpless noises echoing throughout the otherwise silent halls. In a selfish act, you covered Wanda’s mouth, cementing the impossible to ignore wet sounds coming from your girlfriend to memory. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby? I would’ve fucked you earlier if I knew you needed me this much.”

Your teasing was too much for Wanda to bear; your crude words, being forced to listen to how aroused she was. Part of her still chalked this up to some insanely vivid dream. The moment your fingertips slid past her lips Wanda was sucking on them, albeit sloppy and lazily, reflecting how little focus she had as your strap hit her at the perfect angle. She was losing it fast, muscles threatening to give out the closer her second orgasm came. “P-Please, can I-”

“Of course you can. Poor thing, you just need to cum so badly,” Wanda’s pulse raced under your lips, but you kissed her there so sweetly it nearly felt like a joke. Below, your hips moved at a torturous pace, quick and brutal in time with the circles you rubbed into her almost too sensitive bud. If you could just see her come apart one more time- “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

Wanda’s jaw fell open, spit covered fingers giving her slight reprieve while she bucked and twisted wildly, only managing to stay upright with the help of your strong arms. Fucking her through it all quickly became more for your pleasure, bottoming out to let you grind your own clit against the back of the toy at the join of your hips, clinging to Wanda’s trembling form as you came with a groan into the back of her hair. “I would’ve helped…”

“Trust me, you did more than enough,” you mumbled, nibbling the shell of her ear as you caught your breath. You’d never given much thought to the joys of a joint orgasm until Wanda, finding something special in sharing your highs. Always one to prove how useful she could be, Wanda loved being allowed to touch you, to see how good she could make you feel before you reached your end, but this time she was in no state to do so nor did you need it; watching her was more than you would’ve ever asked for. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda wanted to say something back, couldn’t remember if she’d actually spoken out loud or not, but also couldn’t focus hard enough to think that deeply at the moment. She felt like she spent an eternity there, swimming in some cloud high above the church while your touches turned gentle, stroking over her hips and stomach until Wanda finally started to settle down.

Thankfully the church remained empty so you let her take her time, holding Wanda steady while you pulled out. Careful as you were, she still whimpered, body worn out and tired, “Shh, you’re okay, pretty girl.”

Turning around let Wanda slump against your front as you leaned into the wall, green eyes hazy and heavy. She drew you into an almost sleepy set of kisses, thanking you with sticky, lip gloss smudge marks along your jaw… until she remembered exactly where she was. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.. We have to get out of here now!”

Fumbling terribly, your girlfriend snatched the fallen candy bags from the floor in one hand and your arm in the other, dragging you as fast as her strength would let her. “Be careful, Wanda, or you’ll trip!”

“I’m fine, just open the car!” She didn’t know if she should be mortified or terrified, praying to every power in the universe no one ever found out about this. Wanda’d never sped out of church in such a flurry, as if the quicker she moved, the longer she could escape the anxiety gaining on her.

Unfortunately for her, you had no such issues and her inner turmoil only made you laugh. “Don’t forget you liked it. I’m pretty sure you were the one begging loudest-”

“You made me!” To you, Wanda would deny her enjoyment for a while and she’d never think of doing it again, but as silence settled in the car and you turned your attention to the road, she struggled to keep still and not squirm too obviously as she replayed your Halloween havoc.

#if you saw this a few minutes ago no you didn't #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff smut #kinktober fics #maximotts kinktober #motts writes.

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yourmaximoff · 1 year

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The Sinner Will Be Punished

Summary: You have sinned and Mommy Wanda is the only person who can help you get back to heaven, but first she will make you rectify yourself from your sins in the purest hell.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!wanda, botton!reader, mommy kink, slow burn, dirty talk, degradation, spanking with hands and belt, handcuffs, vibrator, fingering, oral, sexual torture (light), deny orgasm, over stimulation, dacryphilia, manipulation.

Words: 8,3k

A/N: This is the first time I've posted something I've written so…. Hi (ノ^-^)ノ

Wanda being the harsh and demanding, extremely religious and certainly very sexy mommy who just wants her little angel to be good and go to heaven…right? The ending is interesting hehe.

(Yeahh english is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The church bell rang for the second time that night, its thunderous sound confirming that you were running late. Your mind begged you to turn around and leave, but your devotion and respect for her made you walk towards the open door of the church.

You sighed as you entered, faithful devotees kneeling in prayer while the priest uttered words of praise. Fear settled in your stomach as you saw her standing next to the priest. Short blonde hair perfectly groomed and hydrated, nails painted on her long fingers, and a small gold ring on her ring finger, the same ring that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You looked down, trying not to be recognized, as you slowly approached your parents in the last row. Shame and guilt slowly flooded your thoughts, and a cloudy cloud of regret settled in your mind. Placing your hand on the rustic wooden kneeler in front of you, you grabbed the pamphlet filled with prayers, trying to focus on anything other than her.

Inevitably, she noticed you, even with your head down trying to hide in the pamphlet. She could smell your purity and innocence from afar, the same purity and innocence she was slowly corrupting. Wanda knew you well and knew something was wrong. You were always the first to arrive to help with the preparations for mass, always so willing to help and stay close to her, but now it seemed like you wanted to avoid her.

Soon it was her turn to recite the given biblical passage. Positioning herself on the small podium where the priest had been, she began her verse. She felt a thread of anger when she started reading and your eyes were not on her, not giving her attention and devotion.

You listened to her sweet voice from afar, shivers running up your spine as you held onto the pamphlet tightly. Your breath was shallow, and your heart was beating as fast as your thoughts. Your insolence and innocence made you sin.

When, surrendered to desire and magnetism, you looked up, her piercing green eyes were already looking at you. Her mouth uttered blessed words, but her eyes were cloudy and dark. She noticed your change, she always did. Frowning, feeling your eyes fill up, you looked down, and tears of fear, lust, and anticipation gathered on your waterline.

A few minutes later, Wanda accelerated the reading and stood next to the priest again, her hands holding the small sheet with God's message over her chest, but her eyes seemed to burn you like hell. The only thread of anger that still plagued her had broken when she realized how guilty you looked about something.

Your small and fragile figure with burning cheeks looking down, to her, the true embodiment of submission, brought a warm wave to her body. She let her imagination expand, impure thoughts completely invading her excited and, whether she wanted it or not, blessed mind.

You felt her gaze on you, concentrating as much as possible to stay minimally focused on anything away from Wanda. Your feet unconsciously began to sway up and down, and your hands started to sweat.

Wanda left her spot next to the priest and headed to sit in the front row with her husband and children, but a thought crossed her mind and prevented her from sitting, at least not in the front row.

Familiar heels hit the polished wooden floor of the church, and you smelled her perfume slowly invading the air around you. You swallowed hard and looked at the feminine figure leaning to sit next to you.

A gentle smile on her painted lips and a sweet nod of her head made you slink over the bench and slide closer to your mother, so the blonde could sit next to you. Smooth legs crossing and her hands on her lap, fully attentive to the next faithful person reading a verse from the Bible. The blonde's hand rested on your thigh in an apparently innocent movement to the eyes of others, but that warm hand on your skin brought a wave of heat over your body.

You sighed as her thumb slid slow circles on your thigh, gradually deepening and tightening your skin. Your mind was in turmoil, and those movements were exactly the movements you made when you masturbated. You looked at her with trembling breath, your innocent eyes begging for something you didn't even know you wanted. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye, a mischievous smile landing on her slightly arched lips in your direction.

Squirming on the seat, you crossed your legs in a failed attempt to remove her hand without showing the others around you. But that was a mistake, it only made her hand stay between your legs, almost close enough to feel the heat and the mess you already were.

The last faithful person finished reading and sat down, the priest positioned himself in the center of the stage and started the usual end-of-mass monologue. Wanda's eyes left the stage and slowly turned to you. She first fixed her gaze behind you, where your parents were, and fortunately finding both of them with their eyes closed praying on their knees.

Wanda smiled and turned her gaze to you, her devouring eyes along with her fingers digging like claws into the exposed and sensitive flesh of the inside of your thigh. You swallowed hard, sustaining her gaze and feeling the burning of your thigh. The more she slid her nails strongly over your skin, the more your heart palpitated.

"Are you okay, darling?" Wanda asked, her whispered voice in higher tones than usual. You knew that this question had another meaning. Of course, she noticed your unease, she knew you like the back of her hand.

You lightly bit your lower lip, searching for words to answer her question, simple, but you know she didn't just want a 'yes' or 'no'. Before you could open your mouth, the voice of the priest ending the mass saved you. You still felt a certain fear and didn't feel ready to confess your sin to her. Perhaps if you told her now, she would take you here, in the middle of all these people. You knew her well enough to know that Wanda was unpredictable.

Your parents quickly stood up, accompanied by murmurs and several people turning around to talk among themselves. Wanda's hand quickly disappeared from your thigh. You looked at each other, but your mother's hand held your hand, calling attention to speak with her.

Wanda was about to join the conversation, but a small child's hand hit hers, along with a high-pitched, childish voice. She looked down, picking up big bright blue eyes.

"Mama," Tommy called, pulling her hand and asking for a lap. Wanda smiled, picking up the little child with big dark hair.

Saying goodbye with a nod in the direction of your parents, and receiving a gentle wave from your mother, Wanda left the seat next to you and headed for the aisle. Her husband with their other son in his arms was talking with other parishioners, while little Billy happily waved to Wanda.

You let out a sigh of relief, your body slowly normalizing as Wanda walked away to her family. You felt a slightly bitter taste in the pit of your stomach as Wanda approached her husband and gave him a kiss on his lips.

Saying goodbye to your parents, you headed for the exit, taking advantage of the fact that Wanda was busy with her children and husband, you breathed in the cold night air, your body no longer on fire but now relaxed. You intended to confess your sins to Wanda, but the lack of courage filled your chest and your mind was already clouded.

Inside the church, Wanda was drinking a citrus juice while attentively watching everyone around her trying to find you, but she only found your parents. When she looked at your mother, a mischievous idea crossed her mind.

"Dear Y/L/N," Wanda called, approaching your mother.

"Yes, Wanda?" Your mother responded kindly, turning away from one of her friends to face Wanda.

"Do you still have your aloe vera plantation?" Wanda asked with the most innocent and manipulative voice. She was sure your mother had, there was nothing in this town that Wanda Maximoff did not know.

"Yes, I still have," Your mother replied sympathetically. "Do you want some leaves, dear?"

"Oh yes, please," Wanda smiled, placing her hand on your mother's shoulder. "Tommy is a true hurricane, always getting hurt out there, and my aloe vera stock has run out."

"Of course, of course, I understand," Your mother laughed. "Can I ask Y/N to bring it to you?"

And that's how you ended up in front of Wanda's house at night with a bunch of aloe vera in your hands. This little order only made you feel even more anxious. She would definitely use the aloe vera on you and the possible marks that would appear on your body after the visit, after your confession.

Her husband answered, putting on his hat as if he were about to leave. He let you in with a smile, since you were already known and trusted in the town, telling you that Wanda was in the bedroom and you could go there to deliver the package. You smiled in gratitude and the blond man went out the door.

You sighed, feeling the sweet and cozy scent of Wanda's house, surely the house of someone like Wanda. Light colors on the walls, objects in the house completely symmetrical and meticulously placed on the shelves. There was nothing out of place, certainly everyone was surprised when they found out that this house had two seven-year-old twin children.

Going up the stairs to the second floor, you looked over the open door at the end of the hallway. The children's room was empty and the only closed door was supposed to be Wanda's room. You walked up to the closed door, feeling the scent of vanilla in the air, that smell that did things to your body that you couldn't even control. Knocking on the door, you received a sweet murmur from Wanda behind the door to come in.

Turning the knob and opening the door, you immediately smelled the scent of vanilla and mint in the air, a strong and unmistakable scent of Wanda's two favorite perfumes.

"Thank you for bringing it," Wanda said, getting off the bed and coming towards you. You instantly took a few steps towards her, as if there was some magnetism pulling you.

Dressed in a black satin nightgown, with a transparent baby pink robe in her arms, she seemed to glide beautifully in the same heels on her feet, as if she wanted to remind you of earlier in the church.

"The boys are having a pajama party with some friends and Jarvis is going to spend the night in the office." The blonde's sweet voice only confirmed what you had seen earlier.

You sighed as she ran her hand over yours, taking the handful of aloe vera and placing it on the small bedside table.

"I feel like I'm going to need this today." She said with feigned innocence, returning to stand in front of you. "Am I going to need to use this today, Y/N?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest with raised eyebrows in a threatening tone.

You feel a wave of guilt weigh on your chest, sighing and looking down you burst into regret as you whisper. "Wanda, I sinned." Wanda's eyes became cloudy and dark, her mouth slowly forming a mischievous smile.

"What did you do?" She asks, taking a step forward, you feel the heat of her body approaching even closer.

"I..." You swallow, feeling her delicate hands pulling your chin up, for you to look at her. "I smoked and drank with Natasha today." You say, feeling a weight on your shoulders dissipating from your body, but the anxiety and fear of Wanda's reaction are still hovering in your mind.

"You drank?" Wanda slowly asks, walking around you. "Smoked." Her voice sounded deeper behind your head. "And still went out with Natasha?" Her voice slid over your left ear, bringing a shiver down your back.

"She kissed me." You say, staring at your shoes with guilt.

You feel Wanda's hands on each side of your shoulders. She pushes your dress down, leaving your chest bare so she can dig her nails into the thin skin of your shoulders.

"What did I tell you about being a slut?" Jealousy evident in her voice, the tone becoming deeper. "You smoked, drank, and kissed a girl." Wanda whispers in your ear, disappointment rolling in her voice. "Oh dear, I'm sorry, but you'll go to hell if you don't let me make you pure again."

"No, I don't want to go." You say, shaking your head and looking ahead, staring fixedly at the crucifix above the bed attached to the wall. "I came to confess and accept your punishment."

"Okay." Wanda says pushing your shoulders down, making you squat on the floor, and sitting on your own heels.

You lowered your head, only seeing her heels moving towards you until they were in front of you. You sighed when you saw the beginning of her toned and smooth legs.

"You will repent of your sins today." Her Sokovian accent reverberating around like a chant. "Do you accept my punishment?" She recites like an authoritative figure, a blessed figure, the only person capable of cleansing you of sin.

"I accept." You say, placing your open hands on your thighs, ready for any punishment Wanda may give you.

Wanda squats in front of you, her hand sliding over the side of your jaw, her index and middle finger pushing your face up to look into your eyes, while her ring finger and pinkie sink like claws into your neck.

"Even the most sinful have their limits, what is the safeword for when you reach yours?" Her question with dark eyes and a mischievous smile between her perfect painted lips.

"Scarlet." You sigh, feeling a warm wave over your body.

When the answer leaves your lips, she smiles giving your head a small pat before getting up. "Good girl."

Your thighs tightening around the wet and sensitive core between your legs, while your hands dig into the skin on your thighs. Thoughts of regret begin to bubble up in your mind, and anxiety and anticipation pump through your veins. You were too weak and foolish, now Wanda will bless you again and make you return to heaven.

You feel her hands on your hair, pulling your bangs back. Sliding her delicate fingers over your ear, she gathers all your unruly hair back gently.

You knew what this meant, you knew that now, in this small space, there were only the two of you in the world, in this small room you would be her good little girl, and she would be your protective mommy. The Mommy who would punish and do whatever she wanted with you entirely for your own good, or maybe that's what she wants you to think.

"You know I love your hair, don't you?" Wanda compliments with a low murmur, while her hands begin to divide your hair into three. "Always smelling so nice for Mommy."

"Thank you, Mommy." You murmur back with a playful smile on your lips. All her compliments have an effect on you as if it were the first time.

Her skilled hands begin to delicately braid your hair back, sometimes lifting your chin up, as your anxiety makes you look down at your fingers. A few minutes in silence, only your heartbeats and both heavy breathing could be heard, Wanda finished the small braid with a cute bow she had pinned to her wrist.

"Perfect Detka." And there it was, the nickname that Wanda only used with you in these situations. You didn't know what it meant, but the heavy accent that always came along made everything even hotter.

Wanda slid her hands over your shoulders to your neck, with her cold and firm hands, she unclasped your necklace with a soft click, and the key pendant came off your neck and fell gently into her hand.

Wanda had given you this pendant the first time you got involved, as a reminder that you now had an owner. You always thought it was just a symbol to represent your hidden relationship, but today you will discover that this key has another use besides reminding you of Wanda every time you look in the mirror.

Wanda placed her hands on your shoulders and got up from the floor, walking toward the dresser next to the bed, the same one that held your dress and the aloe vera bouquet on top. With a precise gesture, she took the key pendant and inserted it into the lock of the bottom drawer. With a swift wrist movement, she turned the key and pulled the drawer out, filling the air with a sweet and woody scent.

You remained kneeling on the floor, sitting on your own feet, feeling a slight numbness slowly spread through your body. The smell of the open drawer entered your nostrils and brought obscene memories that only worsened the mess between your legs. Sinful thoughts and ideas of what Wanda would do to you left your mind far away, and you didn't notice when Wanda placed some objects on the bed and approached you.

"Detka, raise your arms, and let's take off your dress." Wanda commands with her sweet voice, but with a hint of excitement. As you move to get up, she puts her hands on your shoulders, stopping you.

"Raise your hands angel, and I will take it off for you." She says, sliding from your shoulders to your arms, her hands digging into your skin, waiting for you to lift your arms up, and like a good little girl, you obey.

Wanda slides the dress up, taking it off your body. "Perfect." She sighs, watching your body with only underwear on. Your cheeks burn in a strong red, you look down with an intense mixture of shame and burning desire. Not that you had never been naked in front of her, but everything Wanda did to you was so intense that you always felt as if it were the first time.

"Now be obedient and fold." She says, crouching down and placing the dress on your lap.

You promptly obey, folding your dress into three parts, first the sleeves, then the hem, and finally folding it inside, as Wanda always taught you how to do it.

"Great." She said when you finished, taking it from your hands and leaving it on a small table next to the bed.

She always did this, every piece of clothing you wore when you met her had to be properly folded, without leaving any clues that something was happening. Perhaps it was her paranoia, always keeping your clothes without any marks, not even imperceptible things to the most attentive.

'What would happen if any of her church friends found out about one of her biggest sins?'

She couldn't take that risk, lose the trust of an entire town because of her dirty and perverse side being revealed. She loved being at the top of the food chain of the church and the town. She was respected and knew exactly what to do when she needed something, she knew how to manipulate every head in this small church. But even she wouldn't be able to control the judgment and consequences if they found out about the sinful things she did with you.

Returning to you one last time, she approached and stroked your hair, you squirmed still sitting on your own legs. The slight discomfort and numbness growing stronger every second over your body, you wanted to stand up and sit on the bed for her to use you, but that would disrespect one of her rules.

1. Don't tell anyone.

2. Only do something when mommy orders or induces.

3. Only cum when mommy allows.

Before you knew it, Wanda was behind you, sliding two silver handcuffs over your hands. She held your two hands and placed them behind your back, a small and simple click echoed in the room and only now did you realize that your hands were tied behind your back. What was happening to you? Lust keeping your mind away from reality.

You pulled lightly on the handcuffs and felt the cold metal tighten around your wrists, leaving small reddish marks. You were obedient... Right? Your excitement working to consume every piece of your mind and pulsating core. Your mind began to boil, your confused and questioning thoughts overflowing and turning into an almost uncontrollable desire to run away.

"Do you feel this numbness in the middle of your beautiful legs, detka?" Wanda asked, her accent playing in the intonation of her voice.

"Yes Mommy." You answered, squeezing your thighs against your core, feeling as if something illusory was buried in your folds, along with a strange pressure squeezing your entrance. The act of kneeling on the ground for so long, sitting on your own heels, left your entrance numb and Wanda did it on purpose.

"You wanted something there, didn't you?" She asked, crouching in front of you, one of her hands positioning itself in the middle of your legs.

You whimper, shaking your head, your eyebrows furrowed and your panties starting to get extremely wet. Your thighs slowly moved in opposite directions, opening up to her, begging for her to touch you. Her hand slowly approached your panties, pulling the fabric forward and letting go. Your juices slid from the panties and a few drops fell to the ground, showing how much you needed her.

"Oh angel, you're a mess." Wanda says, looking directly into your eyes. "I haven't even done anything and you have a puddle in the middle of your legs." A slight shake of her head demonstrating disapproval, but the malicious smile giving away her false disappointment.

"I... can you touch me?" You ask as a sigh, your hands still behind your back, tied with cold metallic handcuffs.

"I cannot touch you until you repent of your sins, my little angel." She placed her hand on your chin. "You know sinners cannot have pleasure, don't you?" She asked, letting go of your panties.

"Let's get this over with." She said, giving a stroke to your hair and messing it up before getting up and walking towards the bed.

She looked at the objects she had taken from the drawer and placed them on the bed. Her mind started working on the best way to make you repent. Perhaps the traditional way was the most appropriate, after all, it was the first time you sinned, and you did the right thing coming to her. She didn't want to scare you, she wanted to take responsibility for putting you back on track when your cart derailed.

Taking a leather belt in her hand, she lightly snapped it against her own hand. She muttered a satisfied groan, it wasn't a big pain, but it would help you learn your lesson.

"Stand up, Detka, let's take the sin out of you." Her authoritative voice and the sound of leather hitting against her hand again made your legs tremble.

Still looking down, swallowing hard, you knelt on the ground and slowly raised one knee and then the other. Wanda's eyes quickly flew to your knees, the red marks bringing a smile to her face. She wanted to do more of that to you.

Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, one of her hands holding the belt and the other lightly tapping her lap, calling you. "Come here, my little angel." She murmurs sweetly to you.

Dragging your body towards her like a good puppy, you obey her. You sit on her lap, your cheeks red and your bangs covering your eyes. You tilted your head back and looked at her closely, her eyes showing a little affection, her lips bringing a welcoming smile so magnetic that you smiled back.

Wanda leans her hand on your face, her long, cold fingers sliding your bangs back behind your ears. Without saying a word, she leaves a loving kiss on your cheek and places her hand on your back. You understood what she meant and passively leaned over her lap, turning over onto your stomach. Breasts and face against the mattress while your butt rested exactly on her lap. You received a murmur of satisfaction and a small stroke on one of your buttocks. Sighing with your cheek against the mattress and your hands behind your back, you felt your throat dry and your heart beating like never before. Finally, you would see the result of your anticipation.

"You came to repent for your sins, what were they and why are they wrong?" The first snap of the leather pierced your flesh like thorns. Your butt clenched with the roughness and force Wanda used, your skin already starting to turn red and marked.

You try to speak, but your throat closes up, your heart racing and your face pressed against the mattress making it difficult for you to even attempt to respond.

"Come on, bitch." She scolds with a hard smack against your butt. The pain radiating over your cold skin, your blood beginning to pump waves of heat throughout your body. "You have a mouth, use it to talk." Another blow landed in the same spot, your skin burning and your legs stretching and intertwining in an attempt to cope with the pain.

"Use that same mouth you used to smoke." Another hit, but this time on your other butt, a painful moan escaping you, your eyes starting to fill with tears and your skin pulsating. "Drink." Another snap of the rough leather against your already red skin, waves of heat piercing through your once cold body, now boiling. "And kiss that slut Natasha." When the jealous, venomous, and accented voice of Wanda hung in the air, another blow came, but this time you didn't receive the leather, you received her own hand. Her cold hand incessantly beating against you, unable to control herself, your tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

"Does this hurt, Detka?" She asks tirelessly, smacking her hand against your skin. She threw the belt to the ground, no longer wanting to use it, she needed to feel your skin. She needed to feel against her palm, in smaller dimensions, the pain you were feeling, she needed to feel like she had you in her hands.

"Y-yes." You almost choke on your tears, the pain of your skin radiating and piercing through your entire body like an avalanche. "It hurts a lot."

It hurts and hurts even more because you know you deserve it, that you only got rough mommy Wanda because you deserve it. Because you sinned and she is willingly giving herself to remove your sin from you. She always does her best for you and you repay her by being an ungrateful and sinful girl.

"Mommy always does her best for her little angel." She responds sweetly as if reading your thoughts. Her hands stopping from hitting your sensitive flesh and beginning to only rub in circles. "Answer mama, my little angel, what sins and why were they wrong?" Her voice calmer and sweeter than before. You felt the loving mommy Wanda swimming in her voice, the gentlest and most patient mommy.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing your tears, you finally began to put your thoughts in order. Saying bad things to mommy wasn't always easy, but you needed to do it for your own good.

"I drank and smoked." You sigh, lightly rubbing your face against the mattress, wiping your wet face. "I can't drink so I don't get drunk and end up being kidnapped or have some pervert near me without mommy protecting me." You answer, shaking your head, remembering the words Wanda used with you.

You received a satisfied murmur, along with her hands petting the bruised flesh of your butt, bringing momentary relief to the burning.

"I can't smoke, because only bad people do that, and they all end up sick or in jail. I'm too good to end up sick or in jail," you sigh, feeling Wanda's delicate hands caressing your butt.

"And..." You swallow hard, the slightly more difficult part to say, especially out loud to Wanda. "I kissed a girl..." You start to search your confused mind for why this would be wrong. "I... I don't know why it's wrong." You shake your head with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's wrong because it's not mommy," she replies, her voice sweet and manipulative as always. "You can only kiss girls if it's mommy, otherwise it's wrong. I'm the only one who can touch you."

You swallow hard, feeling a little confused. "Why can mommy have a husband and kiss him whenever she wants, but I can't?" You ask rebelliously and courageously, remembering the kiss Wanda gave Jarvis earlier. A burning sensation takes over your stomach, the burning of your skin being overshadowed by a cloud of jealousy. "I could have Natasha for myself too."

"No." A surprised slap is made against your butt, strong and fast enough to elicit a loud moan from you. "We're not talking about that now, you came here with the intention of going back to heaven and not asking stupid questions." Her strong accent appearing again.

You groaned in irritation, squirming, pulling your handcuffed hands and creating new bruises on your wrists. Wanda lowered her hands, resting them on yours, stopping your irritated movements.

"You'll hurt your wrist like that." She responds with a deep and impatient sigh.

She knows you feel jealous of her with Jarvis, she knows you also have feelings and you're not just a body to her, she loves you completely. Your essence, soul and spirit. Shaking her head, she lightly slapped your butt when her thoughts left Jarvis and flew to Natasha, the girl responsible for leading you to the dark side. Wanda taught you to be good, she thought you would resist more, but now she will teach you what happens when you don't resist.

Sliding your butt back onto the bed as she got up, you sighed in relief without the possibility of more sudden slaps against your painful skin. You moved and, after a few failed attempts, you finally had the strength to sit on the bed. Your butt and wrists were a little sore. Your arms took support behind your body on the mattress.

The time it took you to sit up was enough for Wanda to go to the drawer and come back. In her hands was something curious, a kind of handheld microphone, but different. Its head was rounded with silicone, its stem had some white buttons with a thin horizontal line written 'intensity'.

Wanda laughed as she looked at you and your big, curious eyes focused on the new toy in her hands.

"You confessed your sins and explained why they are wrong," Wanda said, placing the object beside you on the bed. She walked over to you, kissed your cheek, and pulled your waist forward, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed. "Now let's really take care of that for you."

"How will this work?" you asked, sitting up straight in bed, your thighs squeezing your excited core.

Wanda just laughed at your innocence and how you knew almost nothing about toys like this. She pressed both hands against your knees, opening your legs and giving access to your throbbing entrance. She picked up the toy with one hand still on your knees, keeping you open. The buzzing of the object sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes widened as Wanda's hand began to tremble slightly.

"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"

The object in her hand descended and connected with the front of your already dripping entrance. You swallowed nervously, unsure of what would happen - whether it would hurt or give you pleasure.

"I'm ready," you sighed courageously, shaking your head.

Quickly pushing the head of the toy into your folds, you felt your chest tremble. Everything began to move inside you, a loud buzzing burying itself deep in your closed folds. Wanda placed two fingers on you, pushing your folds open and positioning the toy right in the middle of your hot hole. You gasped, your legs starting to tremble, as the feeling of stimulation slowly spread through your body.

Soon she slid the toy up a bit, hitting the perfect angle on your clitoris, and the vibrations increased periodically along with pressure on your stomach. You felt embarrassed to moan, thinking it was a sign of weakness, but the way your clitoris and pussy turned into a mess within seconds made you bite down on your lower lip, swallowing your own moans along with your irregular breathing and your eyes almost closing.

Wanda let her gaze shift from your perfect entrance being shaken to your eyes, with a smug smile on her face. Your little girl had learned something new, and her angel had met one of her new toys.

"Does it feel good, angel?" She asked innocently.

"Uhm..." You murmured with your eyes closed, immersed in the growing pleasurable sensation in your stomach.

Smiling at your cute form and how your mind seemed distant, she pushed her thumb against the button increasing the intensity even more. You soon widened your eyes, the sound of the toy getting louder and the vibrations faster and deeper. You swallowed hard with a trembling throat, moans being stifled by your teeth against your lower lip. Your cheeks were on fire and sweat began to accumulate on your forehead.

"Do you need me to stop?" She asks slowly decreasing the vibration, smoothing the vibrator when she noticed the signs, your legs making it clear that your orgasm was starting to become more present.

"No." You moan loudly, your lips parting along with the pleasant sensation of your stomach tightening. You needed more. "Please, continue..." You plead, your big dilated eyes connected with her intense green orbs.

"Alright, little angel." Wanda smiles, pushing the vibrator against your entrance, pressing even more against your sensitive button.

This went on for a while, Wanda bringing you pleasure with her vibrator, but when she felt you were close, she simply pushed your orgasm back inside you and the toy away. Tears began to roll down your face, your mouth trembling and your hands pulling and marking against the cold metal of the handcuffs.

She increased the vibrations again, but at maximum intensity. You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the sheet on your back, your heart racing and your trembling body boiling. But again, she stopped when your already shaky legs tried to press her hand to your center, trying to prevent her from pulling away. She didn't pull away, but completely lowered the intensity. You moaned loudly in despair, your nose burning and another wave of tears streaming down your hot cheeks, your mouth dry and your thoughts completely confused.

"This is how I feel when you disobey me." She murmurs with her accent and acidic voice hovering over your ear "When you become an impure slut, mommy feels like this." She presses the button of the vibrator under your legs again, starting to vibrate. Empty tears flow down your face, you feel so sore and throbbing. You feel so full, but empty at the same time. "Mommy feels empty, wanting her little girl with her. Wanting the little angel to be obedient and not sin." So close, but so far, another orgasm was denied, again the mess the vibrator made was not finished.

Your body was completely in ecstasy, your heart beating against your ears and throat, everything seemed muffled. Your vision completely blurred and unfocused on anything ahead, tears streaming down your cheeks along with painful sobs and erratic breathing.

Wanda's hand rests on your chin, tilting it up until her gaze meets yours. "You look so beautiful like this, my crying baby." Acidity playing in the tone of her sweet voice. Tilting her face enough to touch her nose to yours, her eyes were deeply dark and with her pupils slightly pulsing as if about to dilate. She was admiring the mess she made of you. Admiring the way your lips trembled, or your red eyes with the little makeup completely running down your cheeks. To Wanda, you were a work of art painted by herself.

"Please, Mommy." You beg Wanda, using your most velvety voice and pleading eyes that you can muster. "Let me go." You hear Wanda swallow deeply."

Did you know she was also on the edge of excitement, you can feel the sexual energy she was inhaling with every whimper you gave, like filling a balloon about to explode. She was ready to drown in her body, you were a good and innocent girl, but not enough to not understand her mother and use her against her.

You closed your eyes and tilted your face back. Opening them again, you looked at her with your best look, the one that Wanda would do anything for you. Your eyebrows furrowed along your forehead, your irises beating against the top of your lashes and your mouth delicately open releasing the hot air, which she certainly felt. It was almost as if your face was begging, as if it said: 'fuck me'.

The imaginary excitement balloon burst and Wanda came along, holding your face firmly and burying her lips against yours. Wanda's hands slid over your jaw and stopped at your neck, her claws once again leaving reddish marks on your skin. When her tongue invaded your mouth, you felt the tight grip on your neck, your breathing starting to fail and your entrance throbbing even under the turned-off toy. You moaned against her mouth as she slid her hand from your neck to the toy between your legs.

First, she pushed it against your folds, your moisture completely drenching the toy, your hot and tight hole contracting. Second, she abruptly pulled it out along with a trail of moisture that ran down your thigh, completely depriving you of the new sensation of being filled, the closest thing to feeling full that you had experienced tonight. And third, you were on fire, your mind turning to mush as the blonde woman devoured your mouth, her tongue working to leave the taste of her acidic saliva all over your mouth.

Breaking the kiss, she quickly slid her hands to your waist, pulling your pelvis abruptly to the edge of the bed. Planting kisses on your neck, she pushed your body slightly back. Your cuffed hands took support on the mattress, while your head and body were tilted backwards.

The voracious kiss and painful bites, which will surely leave marks on the sensitive skin of your chest and abdomen, quickly shifted to your core. Leaving a gentle and teasing kiss on your stomach, she pushed your knees apart. You swallowed hard, feeling your already trembling legs giving her full access to where you needed her most.

"Fuck, you're delicious, Detka." The swear word coming out of her mouth surprised you along with her strong accent.

Her mouth watered as she saw how wet you were, a pool of arousal on the white satin of her bed. In other moments, Wanda would punish you even more for the mess you made, but in this moment, in this room, she was just the hunter about to devour her prey, the demon devouring an angel.

Without waiting even one more second, Wanda quickly buried her face between your legs. Her nose inhaling completely the sweet and sour smell of the consequence of her small sexual torture, the pure smell of sin that you have now redeemed. Sliding her tongue over your folds, your clitoris and hot hole, she was beginning to keep a rhythm. Her cold saliva in contact where you were sensitive, made you release a deep moan, like a scream stuck inside of you.

Your handcuffed hands holding onto the white sheet tightly on your back for support, while she devoured you tirelessly. Your neck completely thrown back with the delicious movements of her tongue. Your hips began to grind against her face, but you felt her nails dig into your thighs as a warning for you to stay still.

After thoroughly enjoying the taste of your swollen and reddened pussy, she kept all of her attention on your pulsing button. One of her hands left a trail of nails on your thigh, approaching your hole. You choked on your own small moans and breath, feeling Wanda's mischievous laughter and warm breath hitting against your clitoris. When one of her fingers slowly entered you, she began to lightly suck your clitoris, pushing the middle finger deeper against your sticky and trembling walls. Going deeper, she lightly twisted her single finger inside of you, keeping it still. You felt your legs tremble slightly when she reached the deepest point inside of you, that spongy and sweet spot. Keeping the finger trapped inside of you, her lips closed around your clitoris, her suction increased and so did your spasms.

The still finger along with her tireless lips brought another slightly louder moan from you. Sighing and biting your own lip to try to keep the moans as muffled as possible, but Wanda seemed to be having fun wanting to draw out all of your moans from you. She slowly took the finger out of you, earning a sigh from you, but quickly put the middle finger along with her ring finger and started to stretch you.

A loud moan escaped from your throat, Wanda pushing her fingers inside of you a little faster than before, it was your downfall. Starting a constant rhythm with her fingers, Wanda circled your clitoris with her teeth. The roughness of her teeth against your extremely sensitive button made your legs tremble. An unconscious fear of her squeezing her teeth even harder against your clitoris, pumping adrenaline into your blood. Gradually, you felt a small knot starting to form in your stomach, a strong pressure squeezing your uterus.

Spirals spinning in your stomach, while Wanda kept going faster and stronger. Lustful sounds began to echo in the room, your walls tightening around her fingers and your trembling moans brought her the answer that you were close. She knew that you would only come if she let you, and she wanted to keep you in her hands for a little longer. She wanted to make you beg for her.

"Wanda." You murmured, your voice trembling and your mind barely functioning anymore.

"Wanda? That's not my name, you know how to address me." She murmured, taking her mouth off of you, sliding her other hand over your body until she squeezed your breast.

"Mommy..." Your legs begin to tremble from the loss of stimulation from Wanda's lips on you. She snapped her thumb against your clit in the same rhythm as her fingers and her mouth snapped one of your breasts roughly.

"Yes, little angel, what is it?" Wanda asks with a velvety, innocent, and muffled voice.

"I..." You murmured, closing your eyes, your neck stretched back as she twisted her fingers inside you and her lips closed against your nipple. "Please, can I cum?"

"Do you want to cum on mommy dearest's fingers? For that you need to look at me and ask." Wanda says smiling releasing your breast with a snap, while her other hand squeezed your other neglected breast. "

"Please." You plead, turning to look at her. A line of sweat running down your neck to the middle of your breasts. Your whole body on fire as Wanda pushed into you hard enough for your breasts to bounce.

"Mommy let me cum on your fingers, I will be your good little girl." You sigh looking with desperation in her eyes, if she denied you this orgasm you would surely dismantle yourself completely. "I will be your obedient little angel, I promise."

"You may come my little angel, come and cum on Mommy's fingers." She whispers close to your mouth. As if she was in control of your body, the moment her voice hovered in the air authorizing it, your body relaxed completely.

Three more deep strokes of her fingers and you collapsed on top of her. A guttural moan that was trapped in your throat escaped your lips for a few moments, before they were completely consumed by Wanda. Her mouth slapped against your ajar one, her tongue sliding inside you with the same motion as her finger on your clit, the same motion she made on your thigh earlier in the church.

Your legs trembled as a good amount of cum left your pussy. The lewd, wet noises were even louder and more echoing than before. Her relentless fingers were searching for everything you could give her, she wanted everything from you. She wanted your orgasm, your body, your soul, she wanted you.

You sighed smiling against the kiss as your body relaxed, your spasms slowly fading away. Wanda let your lips seal as her free hand removed the cuffs. You placed your hands on her shoulders smiling, your entrance began to pulse again, Wanda was still with her relentless movements inside you, she wanted more.

"No." You mumbled trying to move and get her hands off you. But she pushed you hard against the bed and pinned your two hands above the headboard

"I want one more, little angel." She murmurs, sitting on your abdomen, keeping you from getting up. "You will give me more."

Her finger left your clitoris and joined the other two, stretching your walls painfully while she kept your hands restrained. The force and brutality she was using to extract the orgasm from you, the feeling of being stretched by long fingers was too much for you, but not enough for you to use the safe word.

"Wanda." You respond with your heart in your throat and trembling breath. "I can't... Please." You beg, tears of excitement running down your cheeks.

"Ah, my little angel." Wanda murmurs with a deeper voice and much darker eyes. "You can do it, baby girl, come for me." She murmurs to you with a smile. "Fill my fingers with your cum and you will finally be blessed and go to heaven."

Your body stiffened this time, the orgasm that you didn't even feel being built was already flowing out of you again. This time Wanda kept a slow rhythm, savoring every sensation of her completely slick fingers inside you. She clicked her tongue and murmured happily at how much you had emptied yourself. She slinked over your body, leaving affectionate kisses along the way and stopping at your entrance. Your legs trembled with the heat of Wanda on your hypersensitivity.

"No..." you murmur ready to use the safe word, but Wanda smiles.

"No, darling, I'm just going to clean you up, my messy girl." She says, patting your thigh.

Bending down, she put her mouth on you, but this time with no intention of bringing you to another orgasm, she knew your limits and she would never exceed them. Her tongue licked and her throat swallowed all of your cum. You really had come with a lot of liquid, but she was happy to taste the sweet taste of her little angel.

She looks at you with curiosity and pride. Your body completely sweaty and red, bite marks on your chest and scratches on your thighs. Your wrists were thrown above your head, red and slightly bruised from the handcuffs. Your face was sweaty and almost asleep on her bed, she smiled at you.

Wanda slinks over the bed and lies down next to you, you promptly roll over to her and lay your head on her chest, holding your arms around Wanda's body as if afraid she would escape from you. Inhaling deeply the scent of roses, while Wanda's fingers entangle in your hair, you finally feel the sensation of peace, your mind completely clear with only the confirmation that you have finally turned good.

"You can sleep, my little angel, then we'll apply aloe vera to your injured skin," she murmurs, stroking your hair and receiving a shake of your head.

After a few minutes of complete relaxation under her, you finally feel sleep piercing through you like a bullet. Breathing in the scent of vanilla, you smile, feeling safe. You're always safe in mommy's arms.

"Mommy?" you ask, your heartbeat calming down on her chest.

"Yes, angel," Wanda responds, running her fingers through your hair.

"Am I going to heaven?" you ask, yawning and burying your face even more in her chest, feeling Wanda's scent and warmth in you.

"Of course you are, my little angel. Whenever you sin, mommy will do everything to help you go back to heaven." She murmurs softly in your ear, quietly so as not to disturb the nap that was about to come.

"Thank you," you murmur before falling asleep against her body.

You were perfect for Wanda. You were devoted enough to accept any punishment to go to heaven, even if it meant going to hell first to rectify your sins. Wanda was the devil himself, taking all the impurity from you. She needed you much more than you could ever think. Her husband wasn't enough, she needed the good little girl with her, your innocence and malice bringing a fervor that Jarvis would never give her.

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A red-haired girl, rummaging through her backpack for her keys, walked up the porch of her own house. When her black boots touched the ground, she felt the presence of something else on the wooden structure of the balcony.

"Miss Maximoff?" the redhead asked, seeing the silhouette emerge from the darkness into the newly lit porch light, showing only the top half of Wanda's body.

"Romanoff," the blonde murmured with cigarette smoke escaping from the corner of her lips, while a big smile formed. "I heard you've been hanging out with Y/N."

"Hm." The redhead swallowed hard, not feeling very comfortable confessing the attraction she had to girls to an extremely religious woman. "Yes, we went out yesterday."

With the help of her lips, Wanda slid a black glove over the hand that had previously held the cigarette. The sound of the elastic snapping as she released the glove with her teeth brought a deep echo through the porch, making Natasha feel an unpleasant shiver run down her spine and her body paralyzed in front of Wanda.

Wanda's body emerged from the darkness, bringing an ax in her other hand, already dressed in black gloves. Wanda tilted her head slightly to the window of Natasha's house, seeing, with the help of the moonlight, the wall clock ticking and showing that in a few seconds it would be midnight on the dot. Turning back to Natasha, tilting her head to the side with a wicked smile on her face, Wanda uttered:

"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"

The typical church bell echoed throughout the town one last time that night, leaving all the residents of the small town of Westview deafened by Natasha's piercing scream.

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the river's daughter

ㅤㅤㅤ Pairing: Natasha romanoff x female reader Summary: You are nothing more than an avatar of a goddess that has lived many years. And even though you think you know everything, there's always something or someone that comes into your life to surprise you. ㅤㅤㅤ natasha's masterlist wanda's masterlist

warnings: mentions of death, violence, angst, fluff and smut. (+18) top!nat

How does it feel? Feeling that every day is the same, over and over again. Anyone would lose their minds with such daily monotony, so many years. But she was okay with it, for a long, long time. ㅤㅤㅤ

Do you want to know how it all started? First of all, you should know that it wasn't easy. Mercy, that's something they never had for her.

ㅤㅤㅤ They stoned her, beat her, spit on her and abused her. They tied the girl up like a pig and burned at the stake, cheering as her skin burned slowly; if a man craved knowledge and discovered something that would change the world, he was a genius. But if a woman did, you were quickly considered a witch.

ㅤㅤㅤ Well, now it isn't the same as before. Of course they don't burn you for being smart but, let's say that the same ignorant people are always there.

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ㅤㅤㅤ 1452 AD.

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“Witch!” Exclaimed one of the residents of that town, as the girl was carried through those dirty streets, her feet collided, splashing in the rain puddles. The girl was dragged through that place against her will, she cried trying to let go, but the mob pushed her over and over again.

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Hitting her. Insulting her. Spitting on her. ㅤㅤㅤ

“You're disgusting! You should be ashamed!” Yelled her own mother, hitting Y/N’s cheek so hard. A dirty face, a broken lip and eyes full of anguish.

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“I haven't done anything, I swear. I'm not a witch!” Y/N defended herself, until one of the men took her by the neck, taking her to the stake.

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“Don't listen to her, she's not herself anymore. A demon has possessed her body and the only way is to purify her.” exclaimed the village priest, raising his hands. “The fire will purify her soul.”

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“Please, it's just me.” Y/N asked through tears. Those tears mixed with the soot on her cheekbones, dark tears falling down her face. She didn't understand why she had to be there, she didn’t do anything wrong.

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Showing interest in science, contradicting everything trying to find a coherent answer, was strange. She wanted data, proof, she wanted answers. Y/N wanted to travel the world, wanted to know love.

The love of a girl who was watching her from the crowd, disappointed.

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“Do it now!” Alfred yelled, one of the men from the village came up with others, and Y/N’ legs trembled. Just remembering what happened two nights ago, a chill ran through her body.

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“Help!” The girl screamed desperately as she felt Alfred settle behind her, so intimidating. Those screams and her crying were not going to save her. The decision was made, her fate was inevitable. Her wet eyes allowed Y/N to barely see the faces of each of the people who were in front of the pyre. One by one, the people she knew since she was a child. Looks of disapproval, disgust and pity.

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An anguished gasp escaped her dry lips as Alfred picked up one of the torches and flung it at Y/N’s feet, starting the fire. There was no turning back.

Why did she felt so guilty? She was the victim here, about to be burned alive. How could she forgive them?

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The flames spread quickly, fear gnawing at her skin as she tried to loosen her grip. Her teeth clenched, jaw aches but she tried to be strong.

So what? What was the point of fighting? What was the point of crying? What was the point of yelling?

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Y/N’s teary eyes rested one more time on the people in the place and then, she looked up at the sky. A huge moon settled in the sky; she had always felt a certain peace at night. ㅤㅤㅤ Her lungs filled with oxygen for one last time, the smoke was beginning to make her cough but that wasn't the worst. Fire licked at skin, hands trembled with pain, so slow. ㅤㅤㅤ Do you know what is the worst thing about dying like that? In addition to wanting to die quickly, the worst is the smell. You start to feel like the first layers of skin burn, every part of you until finally your nerves finally die. That is when you are grateful that death comes, but it will still take time. ㅤㅤㅤ

The moon at midnight witnessed the pain of a woman and the negligence of those people. And her last thought was devoted to what she had loved most in her life, to the wonders she had witnessed. ㅤㅤㅤ

To the frogs in the river that jumped while she looked at the eggs they laid on the plants, marveling at something as simple as a tadpole.

ㅤㅤㅤ To the bugs in the grass she watched with curiosity, to the crows that prowled the pastures while she came back home in the afternoons.

People used to call her ‘the river’s daughter’, because she was always there.

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And Y/N innocently wished she could live a little longer. Wanting retribution for her life taken so unfairly. She wanted revenge, she wanted to travel, to know, she wanted so much more. And nature responded, but not in the way she expected.

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I feel the pain inside of you.

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A voice, so soft, like a warm hug in the freezing winter, feeling an absolute calm that she had never felt. Was that part of dying? Because if it was, it was so much better than being alive in a cold place like this.

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“Who are you?”

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Do you really want to live again?

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Y/N thought about that question, of course she wanted another chance. But was it possible?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yes.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Do you swear to protect the wild nature and hunt those who would do them harm?

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“Yes.”

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“Then now you will be known by many names… Artemis. Medeina. Diana. Aradia. Arduinna. So many names… but it will always be you, Artio.”

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“Rise and live again.”

NOW

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“You're getting in trouble, aren't you? know you so well, Y/N. Just stay outta trouble.” - received from Alena two minutes ago.

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The cloaked woman sighed deeply and put away her phone, watching the city from that building. It was a fairly quiet night.

Narrowing her eyes, Y/N quickly shapeshifted into a bat to fly and silently entered through that broken window.

Getting to the fourth floor was easier than she expected, silently killing each of the thugs. One by one, they died under the edge of her blades.

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She stopped for a moment to use her powers and listen to how many more were left and specifically, where was what she was looking for.

Y/N took a few more steps until she stopped, hearing gun shots on some lower floors. Someone else had entered the building, a team.

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“Nice.” Y/N growled. She was definitely going to have to hurry.

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Hearing those shots outside, that big man sighed and turned to see the redhead in front of him. That woman lay tied to the chair, it was clear that she had been interrogated and tortured for hours.

The legendary Black Widow was handcuffed, spending hours in that interrogation in that disgusting and humid room.

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“This is not how I wanted this evening to go.” The man named Lev Nikolayevich, a big arms trafficking leader, sat across from her at the desk. Beside Nat, two of his thugs smirked.

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Natasha raised an eyebrow. “They will come for you soon.”

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“Then you better talk fast or you'll be food for my dog.” Lev said in a raspy voice, pointing to the huge dog at the side of the room. That dog with grayish fur due to dust and dirt, the scars and some wounds that were barely healing showed that it was used for fighting.

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“Who are you working for?” The man asked again. “Spiridonov, right?”

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“I thought General Spiridonov was in charge of the business.” Natasha just kept staring at him.

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Lev lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply, playing with the idea of burning her with it. “Your outdated information betrays you.”

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Natasha's eyes widened and she swallowed, trying to play the role of a frightened and emotionally vulnerable woman.

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“The famous Black Widow…” He smiled, blowing out the smoke on Natasha’s face. “...and she turns out to be just another pretty face.”

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Arching a flirtatious eyebrow, Natasha murmured: “Do you think I’m pretty?”

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“Ms. Romanoff.” Lev moved the cigar toward Natasha's bare leg. “If you're looking for a confession-”

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Before he could say anything else, an arrow pierced the neck of one of his friends. Making him fall to the ground, choking on his own blood.

Startled, Lev turned to see the hooded figure in the doorway carrying a bow.

The first thing Natasha thought about was Clint, and of course she was going to kill him when they got out of there. That was her undercover mission.

ㅤㅤㅤ But seeing how the other thug was brutally beaten by that agile figure and then impaled with an arrow, the widow realized that it couldn't be him. Clint would never kill without mercy.

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Lev took a step back, terrified especially when the hooded woman aimed another arrow at his chest.

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“Wait, we need him!” Natasha growled, she had gone through all that just to get information from that guy. She needed him alive.

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“Get in line.” Y/N grunted.

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“I don't know who you are, but the Avengers need him. He has some big deal intel about-” The black widow tried to 'manipulate' her but she didn't know that this woman was immune to it. Y/N didn't care in the slightest what happened to that human trash.

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“I don't care about your business.” Y/N quickly interrupted her, aiming it straight at the man's throat. “I only came for the dog.”

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She hated humans, she didn't care about this guy or any of them. Without further ado, Y/N shot the arrow through Lev's throat and nailing him against the wall.

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The goddess watched as the light disappeared from the man's eyes and then approached to free the dog and get out of that place.

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“That’s okay, boy, we’re leaving.” she cooed. That huge puppy only wagged his tail so happy that someone got him out of that torture. Natasha just watched that scene without being able to believe it, without being able to understand it.

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N walked to the door with that excited dog by her side until Natasha's voice made her stop:

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“Who are you?” The redhead frowned curiously and worried, she couldn't see her face but it was definitely a woman. But the goddess did not answer, she just smiled and left that place.

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By the time Natasha managed to free herself from that chair, Y/N had completely disappeared, without leaving any trace of her participation that night. That was a complete mystery to her.

That was the first time she crossed paths with Natasha Romanoff.

After a long journey, Y/N finally returned home with that big pup by her side. Closed the door but stood for a moment, feeling a presence that told her that she wasn't alone.

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“Go eat something, boy.” Y/N told the dog with a kind look.

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The pup lowered his head and walked towards the kitchen, understanding and giving her the space she needed. Y/N turned and walked towards the living room, meeting a woman in front of the huge window. A tall, brunette woman of about thirty-five years old, wearing a suit that made her look spectacular.

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“I knew it, I swear...” Alena shook her head, utterly tired. “I just- I knew you were doing some shit!”

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“Look-” Y/N tried, coming closer. The goddess understood how upset Alena could be with her, how many times she saved her ass.

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“No, don’t ‘look’ at me.”

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“He was a bad man.” Y/N exhaled and approached her sister, who just crossed her arms, waiting for a good excuse. “He polluted this planet, trafficked weapons and also had fighting dogs. Can you believe it? I wasn't going to stay still.”

“Y/N…” Alena stood in front of her, rubbing her temple. “We cannot interfere in human affairs. Like that man last time-”

“They were not just human affairs. He loved to kill whales in the Faroe Islands!” Y/N growled. “Trust me, just because we are here doesn't mean I have to sit around doing nothing, I'm sick of it.”

Alena just sat on the edge of the sofa, sighing. After so many years of being together, Y/N never ceased to amaze her or give the biggest headaches.

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Y/N was the avatar of Artio, goddess of the hunt and the wild nature, but Alena was the avatar of Athena. The great mighty Athena, goddess of Wisdom, heroic endeavor and war. Unlike Ares who embodied war in a brutal way, Athena directed war battles in an intelligent and orderly manner. That's why she was in charge now.

And of course, many times she was extremely responsible and kinda bossy, the complete opposite of Y/N.

“Y/N, we made a pact a long time ago and we must keep it that way, or everything is going to be a mess.” The taller brunette sighed, she could easily scold and beat her up, but she just looked at her sister and spoke to her patiently. “We don't interfere. We can't.”

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“What do you expect me to do?” Y/N exhaled tiredly, sitting on the couch. “They love Thor.”

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“Thor is a fucking alien.” Alena shrugged, watching that beautiful view from the place. The warm sun shining against her face. “We defy all their beliefs because we are from this very planet. They see Steve Rogers as an old man, a living fossil, imagine what they'll say if they know we've been around for much longer. Hundreds, thousands of years.”

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“They don't deserve us anyway. They'd hate us the moment they found out, they're just awful, violent parasites. Sorry for the comparison, poor parasites.” Y/N said, quite annoyed, there wasn't even a human she liked enough. She just used them as she pleased.

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“Some are really worth it.” the brunette whispered. “They make mistakes, just like us. The difference is that some of them try to do better, and some of us would never consider it.”

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Y/N was silent for a moment, she was right. Well, most of the time, but it was still worth accepting. Especially for a soul as rebellious as Y/N's.

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“Okay, I’m sorry.” She looked down.

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“I know.” But Alena just smiled tenderly and nodded. After all, Y/N was still young. “I did something crazy the other day too.”

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Y/N frowned. “Like what?”

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“Well… There was a guy who was going to go free, and I just… I used my powers and I made him confess.” The goddess got up from the sofa and adjusted her suit. She seemed somewhat embarrassed just saying it, which made Y/N just laughed.

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“That’s doing justice, that’s your job. That’s not something crazy.” Y/N still didn't seem to understand. What was the big deal?

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Alena looked quite guilty for what she had done. “I didn't follow the rules and I manipulated him, that's a bit wrong, Y/N.”

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But Y/N just laughed even louder.

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“I thought you'd say something incredibly crazy or have an orgy or something… But, sis, you’re weird and boring.”

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The second time Y/N ran into Natasha it was a few years later, and it was even more unexpected.

ㅤㅤ Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the sea breeze against her face. She smiled, she'd always loved Norway. The goddess walked on that road, among the trees and the cliff facing the ocean. She arrived in Norway a week ago for reasons much more difficult to explain, Alena needed her presence in some kind of meeting but being in that place was revitalizing, especially surrounded by so much nature.

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The woman stood in front of that cliff, rejoicing at feeling the light drizzle. The song of the birds made her close her eyes, smile widely. Everything was perfect until the sound of a car engine made her grunt a bit annoyed.

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In the distance, a small car was slowing down. It was a small Lada Niva driven by a redhead woman who lowered her window to chat with her.

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“Hi.” Natasha said in a husky voice, watching the woman curiously.

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“Hey.” Y/N mumbled.

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Natasha Romanoff again. How come of so many people in this fucking world, it had to be just her?

Y/N froze, thinking that the agent might recognize her but then she remembered that Natasha never saw her face.

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“Are you lost?” Natasha asked a bit worried, not only at the thought of someone hanging around near her trailer, but with that woman near the cliff, what if she wanted to jump? She couldn't just ignore it.

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“Oh, no… well, I- I think so? My phone just… stopped working.” Y/N chuckled embarrassedly, clearly faking it. “Sorry.”

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“It’s okay.” The redhead nodded and relaxed a little more. “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

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Y/N licked her lips, looking around. Denying it would be quite suspicious and the last thing she needed was that woman to follow her steps. The brunette smiled tenderly and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

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“That would be good although my mother taught me not to get into strangers' cars.” Y/N teased, making Natasha smile.

Y/N walked around that car and sighed deeply before getting into it.

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The scent of Natasha's perfume reached her, truly exquisite. Could notice some wild raspberry tones. She also saw some bags in the back seat, the russian spy was clearly coming back from the store.

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“Do you live here?” Y/N cocked her head to look at her. Natasha kept her gaze fixed on the long and lonely road. “Interesting place. It's boring?”

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“Not much.” Natasha sighed. “I like the calm.”

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Y/N just nodded and turned her gaze to see the beautiful ocean. The waves crashed against the cliff, and with each swell, she felt revitalized.

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“Are you backpacking? or just a tourist?” Nat asked more incisively, clearly beginning to be suspicious. She noticed that Y/N was carrying a backpack, not too big. “I mean, you don't have a Norwegian accent.”

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Y/N smiled a little shy. “You're right, I'm not from here. I am a tourist, I arrived some days ago.” She opened the backpack slowly, noticing how Natasha tensed. “I am a wildlife photographer, I came to learn and see some puffins.”

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Y/N took a camera out of the backpack, showing it to her. She had to make a supernatural effort not to laugh when she saw Natasha's face. Maybe thought she'd pull out a gun.

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“Nice.” The redhead swallowed and smiled sheepishly. “I’m Natalie.”

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“Oh, silly. We know exactly who you are.” Y/N thought and smirked.

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“I’m Y/N.”

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“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Natasha nodded, but then she wrinkled her nose. “What’s a puffin?”

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Y/N giggled at her question and stared at the redhead for a moment.

She carefully observed every part of Nat’s face, those green eyes, her nose, those lips. The adorable red-haired braids contrast with her pale skin. Maybe playing with the humans for a while wouldn't hurt.

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“Do you have two hours to find out?” Y/N arched an eyebrow. “Unless you're afraid of a stranger.”

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Natasha looked at her somewhat surprised and perhaps interested. Who was that mysterious woman? Why did she feel that she knew her from somewhere?

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“This is beautiful.” Natasha's voice showed how amazed she was.

They were both sitting on the grass in front of that beautiful cliff facing the ocean, the blue sky made it even more wonderful. The sound of the birds and the waves was all they could hear.

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Natasha had been in Norway for a while, but never experienced anything like that.

A few steps from them, there were some adorable chubby birds. They were black and white, their beaks had some beautiful and vivid colors like orange, red and yellow.

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“I’m in love with them.” Nat giggled, maybe happy for the first time in a long time. Perhaps somewhat adorable and clumsy to walk, they just managed to win Natasha Romanoff's heart and that wasn't easy.

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“They’re the most punctual bird in the world.” Y/N whispered, smiling at them. “They arrive to spend the summer here on the same day, every year. Nobody knows why.”

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“Some call them 'the clowns of the sea'.”

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“That’s a cute clown.” Nat smirked, seeing how an adorable puffin came out of its cave with another and began to rub its beak against its partner's, in a very adorable way. “Oh, look how their beaks collide! Are they kissing or something?!”

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Y/N watched as Natasha seemed fascinated, and strangely the goddess felt something inside her. Something new, something she didn’t know. A warm feeling that she swore she never felt before.

Tenderness.

Seeing how those green eyes showed illusion, in perhaps the most deadly person on this planet. The goddess was enormously curious now.

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“Yes, that’s how they show love.” Y/N laughed, this time she didn't pretend. “They’re quite romantic. Once they’ve mated they stay together forever.”

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Nat nodded and smirked. “Quite romantic indeed.”

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Biting her lower lip, perhaps a little needy for some little contact with another being, Y/N barely whispered a few words to one of the puffins.

It wasn't any kind of manipulation, she just invited him to come closer and the bird, knowing who she was, gladly accepted.

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“What is he doing?” Natasha asked a bit worried, noticing how that bird was getting closer.

With clumsy steps and constant flapping, that puffin slowly approached Natasha until it was facing her.

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Opening her eyes wide, Nat stood still, not knowing what to do. She didn't want that bird to hurt her but she didn't want to hurt him either.

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“It won't hurt you, it's just curious.”Y/N chuckled at the redhead's nervousness. “Touch his head, very gently.”

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“I…” Natasha hesitated for a moment. She didn't know how to say it.

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“You don’t wanna hurt him.” So Y/N said it for her, somewhat surprised. Such a selfless act, she would never have expected.

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“No, I don’t.” The redhead sighed. “Isn't it an endangered bird or something? I wouldn't want to ruin it.”

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“Just do it gently.”

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Despite her fear, Natasha reached out her hand to that bird and gently caressed its head. That puffin began to flutter happily, snuggling between her legs for a minute and then walking around her.

Y/N just laughed and reached for her camera, taking some pictures of the bird. And though Natasha didn't notice, she took a few of the smiling redhead befriending a curious puffin.

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After a few minutes of wandering, the bird decided to fly and return to his family.

Both were silent for a while, enjoying the place and taking pictures until Y/N opened her backpack. She pulled out a small lunch box with sandwiches and a bottle of water.

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“You have a lot of food for just one person.” Natasha said somewhat suspiciously.

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Y/N arched an eyebrow and handed her the lunch box. “I eat a lot.”

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That was true tho. Noticing how the redhead looked at the food with mistrust, the brunette took a bite first, staring at her.

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Natasha gave her a fake smile and took a sandwich. “How about we get to know each other? Let's do some questions.”

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“Sure. Shoot.” Y/N shrugged.

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She knew that for a while, Natasha had doubted her since they met. Wasn’t stupid or naive at all, the redhead was one of the best agents of one of the most important agencies in the world.

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“Are you an agent?” The black widow narrowed her eyes at her, taking a bite of the sandwich. The goddess turned to stare at her, accepting that challenge.

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Sincerely, she answered short and concisely. “No.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Are you part of the government? An undercover agent?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“No.” Y/N blinked slowly, she wasn't even intimidated and that made Natasha feel a bit nervous.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Are you telling me the truth?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Yes.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

If Natasha was sure of anything, it was that she knew very well when someone was lying to her. And so far, the stranger had been passing her test.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Did you come here for me?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“No.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Nat thought for a moment what to say, Y/N seemed to be telling the truth or was better than her at lying, and that was very difficult to accept. But she never broke the connection between their gazes.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Do you know who I am?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Finally one of the most important questions and at the same time easier to answer.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Who doesn't know you, Natasha Romanoff? A.K.A Black Widow, wanted by many. You’re quite a star on TV… ex-Avenger.” Y/N smiled and took another bite of the sandwich.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha didn't say anything for a moment, analyzing everything the brunette had said and then sighed. She was telling the truth.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Did I pass your test yet, agent Romanoff? Can I keep eating my sandwich?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

The next thing she knew was how Natasha was taking her inside that trailer, closing the door without even looking. Couldn't take her lips off her or hands from Y/N's body.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N's eyes reflect desire and passion, but above all, how delighted and excited she felt to see Natasha in such a passionate way.

Sex had always been a good way to connect, Y/N couldn't help but feel the need at times, but nothing and no one really mattered to her.

ㅤㅤㅤ

But this time, this one was different.

ㅤㅤㅤ

The way Natasha took off her clothes, the way the widow dominated her whole naked body in that bed. First, the redhead dedicated herself to devouring her, kissing, touching, biting Y/N's body with devotion and passion, making her feel truly like a goddess. How that tongue made her come over and over again.

ㅤㅤㅤ

As those fingers marked her, running through Y/N’s body with patience and need at the same time. As the widow first invited the woman to ride her on her favorite toy, then being thrusted over and over again, Y/N hid her face in the pillow swallowing to drown her moans but it was impossible.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Those soft hands held the goddess' hips like she owned her, and far from hating it, for a night, Y/N loved it. Those soft, full lips kissing the back of her neck, her tattooed back as Nat filled her completely.

Cupping Y/N’s breasts that moved with each thrust, each one of them bringing her closer and closer to a new orgasm.

ㅤㅤㅤ

But far from allowing her a break, the redhead captured Y/N’s lips again. One more time. Natasha definitely seemed to need this, she needed to release all that tension and Y/N was the most exquisite way right now.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Fed up with the melancholy and the gray and lonely days far from the Avengers, Natasha spent the night making Y/N hers looking for a little shred of joy. Biting, kissing, devouring, sinking deep inside her. Trying to forget.

ㅤㅤㅤ

The next day, Natasha woke up feeling the warmth of the sun against her face but also an empty cold bed. The redhead sat on the bed confused, being the 'abandoned' one without a goodbye this time seemed to make her ego feel a bit hurt.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Of course she used to do it all the time, but that woman… that woman completely stole her attention and interest from that day on.

Her phone vibrated on the table and for a moment she hoped it was her, but Nat only smiled slightly when she saw that it was just Rick Mason saying: ‘I have what you asked for.’

ㅤㅤㅤ

Both were in that office in one of the best buildings in New York City, where Alena practiced as one of the best lawyers in that firm.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Thank you, Sylvie.” Alena smiled at her assistant as she placed both cups of coffee on the desk. Y/N smiled at the girl before she closed the door.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Once Sylvie disappeared, her sister finally snapped.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“So…”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Alena pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to find patience. “You fucked THE Black Widow.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Well… yep.” Y/N smiled toothly, taking the coffee and dropping some sugar into it. “It was worth it.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“You’re so lucky you only fuck women, or we would be having some serious shit with demigods, like that time… Remember? It was a fucking mess.” Alena growled, maybe being Athena's avatar made her a little grumpy sometimes. “Was it good?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N laughed at the curiosity of her sister, who narrowed her eyes excited to hear some gossip. “Really good, like… I was very surprised. Best sex i've ever had.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Alena frowned. “Really surprised? It's the Black Widow, everyone wants a little of that. She’s like sex itself... Just admit that you have a human crush, there's nothing wrong with that. Even Aphrodite loved her. ”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“As if you don't have a secret crush on the little witch.” Y/N teased, enjoying too much to annoy her sister.

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“I’m not.” Alena laughed nervously, so nervous that she almost pushed her coffee cup clumsily. “I just feel that life has been very unfair to her.”

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“Yeah, sure.” Y/N rolled her eyes and then looked at the nearest tv, watching the news repeat over and over how the Avengers saved the world again. “They did it again.”

ㅤㅤ

“Yep, I saw it. That's why I'm trying to work on this.” Alena sighed, typing quickly.

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“At least they're giving you a nice tribute.” Y/N teased and scrunched her nose. “Goddess of heroic endeavor.”

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“Fuck you.” Alena sighed and took one of her files, signing some papers. “Look at me, I was a respected goddess leading battles and now I'm signing these fucking papers to do some justice.”

ㅤㅤ

They both smiled with a certain sadness, times had changed a lot. For the better in many things, and for others, everything remained the same.

ㅤㅤ

“And yet, years later, you still think they're worth it.” Y/N drank some of her coffee.

ㅤㅤ

“I know there's no excuse for what they did to you when you died, but they're not all the same.” Alena took off her glasses to look at her for a moment, crossing her arms on the table. The papers could wait.

ㅤㅤ

“Because you love them.” Y/N just sighed. Of course Alena loved humans, like half the gods who were barely still alive. But not Y/N, she still couldn't forgive them.

ㅤㅤ

“Because I personally think they can be better.” Alena stirred her coffee and drank some of it. “I'm not the one who fucks them.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N laughed amused and got up to leave. “You should.”

ㅤㅤ

“Please, don't get in trouble.” The brunette managed to say before her sister left the office. When Y/N turned around, Alena raised an eyebrow and said: “We don't need to mess with the Avengers.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N just grinned and walked out of the office, giving her the middle finger.

But the third time she met Natasha Romanoff, it was memorable. Because it was at that very moment.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow x reader

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~Secret desire~

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

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

Word count: 2k

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

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

Secret desire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n simply nods at Wanda’s question

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a hint of pt.2

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dmysterioblog · 2 years

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Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!

Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.

Masterlist II

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

Shoulder to Cry On

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.

Rated- ♧♡

Witch hunter

Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader

Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.

Rated-♤♢♧

Say You Want Me

Parings; Agatha harkness x reader

Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.

Rated-♢

Closer

Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.

Rated- ♡

Working Together For Her

Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda

Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.

Rated- ♧♡

Make Me Feel Special

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Rated- ♤♢

Jealousy

Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader

Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.

Rated- ♤♢

Taste Of A Poison Paradise

Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.

Rated- ♤♢

Love Thy Neighbour

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.

Rated- ♤♢

Oh Red String of Fate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.

Rated- ♡

Broken Doll

Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.

Rated- ♧

July

Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader

summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.

Rated- ♡♧

Right here right now

Paring; Carol Aird x reader

Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.

Rated- ♡♢

The Animal I Become

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…

Rated-♧♢

Animal Unleashed

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…

Rated-♢♢♢

Tag Team

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n.

Rated-♢♢♢

I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?

Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader

Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

Rated-♢

Miss Deavor

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.

Rated- ♢

To Attend the Cruise

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?

Rated- ♢

Energy Source

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.

Rated- ♤♡

Pleasing your Queen

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.

Rated- ♢

El Amor Duele

Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.

Rated-♢♧

Through the Looking Glass

Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Rated-♤♢♧

Love Is A Hard Thing

Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader

Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.

Rated- ♧♡

So Pure, So Dirty and Raw

Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.

Rated-♤

Nightmarish

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist.

Rated-♢

You're My Property

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.

Rated- ♢

Special Friend

Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader

Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.

Rated-♡

Don't listen to them

Paring; Loki x little!reader

Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.

Rated- ♡

Good Girl, Bad Grades

Paring; Professor!Loki x reader

Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.

Rated- ♢♡

Workout

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.

Rated-♢

A Hard Fuck

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.

Rated-♢

Jealousy Jealousy

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.

Rated-♢♢♢

Tease Me, Please Me

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."

Rated-♢♢♢

The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.

Rated-♤♢

She’s in Your Mind

Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.

Rated- ♤♢

20th Birthday

Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.

Rated-♢♡

Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.

Rated- ♢♡

Training

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.

Rated- ♤♢

After School Special

Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.

Rated- ♡♢

First Times Aren't Shameful

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.

Rated- ♢

Her World

Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.

Rated- ♤♡

Only Mommy Can See You Like This

Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader

Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.

Rated- ♢♡

Last updated 02/18/23

#fic rec #tony stark x reader #lady tremaine x reader #evelyn deavor x reader #agatha harkness x reader #lilith ritter x reader #loki x reader #valkyrie x reader #kathryn hahn x reader #bucky x you #lou miller #jake lockley x fem!reader #hela x reader #hela odinsdottir x reader #dark!marvel #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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The Ghost Fic Posting Schedule

All Queued posts will be for 7am PT unless there’s multiple for a day (2/14) in which they’ll start at 7, and be posted within a few hours of one another.

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February

2/1– My Heart, it Beats for You; Nat x F!R

2/2– Sweet Nothings ; Wanda x F!R

2/3–Baby, You’re Not Alone ; WN x F!R

2/4– I Still Can’t Fucking Breathe ; WN x F!R (Requested part 2)

2/6— Stay, Stay, Stay ; Yelena x F!R

2/10—Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve ; WN x F!R

2/13– Tired of Living a Lie ; Wanda x F!R

2/14— Wrapped up in You ; Scarlett x F!R

2/14—A Helping Hand ; WN x F!R

2/15–Puppy Love ; Kate x F!R

2/18–Afterglow ; Nat x F!R

2/21— The 1 ; Kate x F!R

2/25—Treacherous ; Valkyrie x F!R

2/28—Russian Roulette ; WandaNat x F!R (replacement for Carol)

March

3/1—I Almost Do ; Florence x F!R

3/5—Paper Rings ; Elizabeth x F!R

3/8—Maroon ; Scarlett x F!R

3/10– A Harsh Lesson to Learn ; WN x F!R

3/12—Never Mine (Always Yours) ; Wanda x F!R

3/14– A Dreary Existence ; Scarlett x F!R

3/16– Rome Wasn’t Built in a Day ; Florence x F!R

3/20– Through the Eras ; Nat x F!R

3/23– If You Want to Be My Lova ; Yelena x Plus!F!R

3/27– Do I Know You? ; Nat x F!R request

3/31– Love is for Children ; Hope is for Suckers ; Yelena x F!R

What to expect if my hiatus ends on a positive note (as in I am going to still write)

The Bet—Nat x F!R (Carol/Wanda x R brief)

Bible Study—Priest!N x Church Wife!W x Innocent/New to Town!R

You’ve Got Mail—PervyWN x F!R (2 parts)

Hopelessly Devoted to You ; Dark!Wanda x F!R

Night & Day ; Florence x F!R

Remember Me… ; Wanda x F!R

Misunderstandings ; Florence x F!R

Your Hand to Hold ; Natasha x F!R

Sabotage ; Yelena x F!R

A PR Nightmare ; Scarlett x F!R

Teach me Mommy ; SubbyProf!Nat x F!R

Stripped Bare ; Scarlett x F!R

The Demons we Create ; Natasha x F!R

Making it up to You ; Wanda x F!R

Royal Screw Up ; Natasha x F!R (Request sent after I closed them, but it seems fun)

I really hope I can give all of these fics to you eventually, but if I can’t find it in me to keep writing I’ll send anonymous, vividly detailed requests to my fave writers and hope they can reimagine for you all 🥰

Tagged this as a heads up to all, 🥹❤️

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #yelena belova x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #kate bishop x reader #valkyrie x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #florence pugh x reader

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softlymaximoff · 1 year

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Uhm HI?! SHARE WITH THE CLASS?!?

IM ASSUMING THE Dark!Priest!Wanda?!

Own My Mind

18+ below

“Quiet down or I’ll make you” her voice was low and breathless as you choked back a few tears. She had edged you on for hours during the Sunday morning in the church and now she was finally finishing off in the confessions box. Nimble fingers ever so slightly dancing in the air as her spell went straight to your cunt. No one paid any mind to her magic as this was in fact not a normal community.

Years and years of shallow hiding and sneaking around brought you to this very moment. Witches, Lycans, Vampires and other supernatural beings all gathered around community hall to say their prayers to their higher power. So yes, magic hands? Nothing unusual, nothing mind shattering. That was until she locked eyes on you your first day partaking this weekly event and completely took over you from then on.

“Wanda please” You whined as she once again ghosted her fingertips just over your clit. “Oh baby, I’m prayin at your altar if you know what I mean” she smirked and kissed your clit quickly, the action causing you to snap your hips up. “I wanna hear you say it” she pouted and continued her teasing assault on your cunt. A rough cry of frustration escaped your lips as she pulled back completely and stood up to face you. “Do I own your mind Y/n” she murmured in the silence of the church.

Your knees buckled as a hand cane around your neck and applied just enough pressure to get your mind hazy. “You know I just gotta have it, I'll make your body a habit, you know there's some kind of magic” she spoke quietly at the shell of your ear and sucked a deliberate mark along the bottom of your jaw. “You own my mind, Wanda, always, always forever and always I- Wanda please let me cum” you screwed your eyes shut and she slipped two fingers in at your confession and gave you the ‘okay’.

Yeah, maybe Sunday wasn’t made to be the day for rest. At least not in this town, Sundays are to dance with the devil and kiss her on the lips.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda smut #wanda x reader #yelenasdiary #asks #witchy answers #witchy drabbles #letterbox 💌#Own My Mind #dark!priest!wanda

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maximotts · 1 year

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𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝: 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙴𝚡𝚊𝚖

a/n: this fic isn't three hours late, if there are minor typos no there aren't, come here and eat your weekly dose of confessions Wanda... timeline wise, this is like.. between chapters 7 and 8, but that doesn't really matter because it's just.. fun times in bed with reader and Wanda

✎— priest’s daughter!Wanda x college student!reader ✎— confessions AU; the best way to ask your crush to go down on you is to buy some lingerie, get too embarrassed to put it on by yourself, and then almost lose your nerve when you remember you have a physical form, right? aka Wanda is still trying her damned best and her saving grace is that we think she's too adorable for words ✎— warnings: this is an 18+ series, minors DNI; fluff, smut'; first time oral (wanda receiving), cute lingerie Wanda bought with Natasha, hickeys bc R is possessive like that, talks of body insecurities just bc Wanda doesn't think she's all that pretty, clit play, overstim, squirting, masturbation, pet names, soft tummy kisses for Wanda at the end, idiots in love still

✎— words: 4.4k

series masterlist. || main masterlist.

“Is it going to hurt?”

You pulled back from where you’d been biting the latest of many dark hickeys on Wanda’s neck, confused expression meeting Wanda’s clearly worried one. As if hurting her was ever on your mind, quite the opposite really; lately you felt almost overly protective, bordering on possessive, but Wanda had yet to call you on it so you continued your safeguarding. “Why would I ever do something that’s going to hurt you?”

“Well it’s just… your teeth are going to be… down there.” Wanda felt silly voicing the concern until she felt the light chuckle from your chest rumbling against hers, secure arms pulling the girl laid out under you into a tight hug. She’d been nervous since she caught sight of herself in her bedroom mirror, dressed so scantily she wondered how she ever spent sixty dollars on a lingerie set with such little fabric. Not that the baby blue mesh fabric did much to hide the parts of her body you’d pulled it over.

Natasha was the one who’d given her the final push to buy the set, pointing out that wearing something nice for a partner isn’t just a friendly gesture, but one that always ended up in mutual enjoyment. Wanda chickened out before with her white slip and resolved not to again, but when the time came, she couldn’t make herself do it alone. A shy cough got your attention just before the brunette dropped the small bag with the carefully folded lingerie in your lap and fortunately for Wanda, she only had to shuffle in place a few seconds before you pulled back the tissue paper and got the please help me hint. “Don’t laugh at me or I won’t let you do it.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” Another squeeze, a kiss behind her ear, and you let Wanda go, but stayed close, “Cute questions are entertaining, is all.” Two front teeth grazed over Wanda’s throat ever so lightly and her breath caught in her chest, hitched as you teased the pressure you’d put between her legs.

It was a test of willpower not to pin her down and devour her, drive all her worries away by fucking any thought that wasn’t chasing her next bit of pleasure out of her pretty little head. “No, it’s not going to hurt. You don’t use your teeth typically, unless someone’s into that.”

“And what are you into?” Eager hands palmed her barely covered breasts, happy to answer any of her questions and take your time groping all the parts of your lover’s body you’d gawked at this afternoon, but hadn’t yet touched. Wanda wasn’t sure she wanted a true answer to her last thought, instantly fretting if what you wanted and what she could currently give you was too wide a gap. But you wouldn’t let her lazily rut herself into your thigh every time you made out if you weren’t at least a little into her, right?

“Not particularly picky,” The front clasp of her bra was a godsend; pretty as it was, Wanda’s boobs were better without anything keeping you from them. Your favorite discovery thus far was how sensitive the brunette was, each touch earned a new little noise— this time was a delighted sigh when you slowly kissed over the soft mounds cupped in your palms. “Right now I’m into shy church girls who like to try new things and look beautiful doing it. Ones who buy sweet little outfits, let me dress them up, and play with them on Sunday afternoons after they’ve finished their homework.”

Wanda looked down as much as her prone position would allow, watching you cover every space but where she wanted. When a gentle hand grabbed you by the back of the head, guiding you to her tight nipples; you noted her preference and relented easily, tugging it past your lips and warming the chilled skin. She offered the tiniest of moans when you started to suck, pure music to your ears, “Are they your favorites?”

Her query lingered, unanswered in favor of nestling her breasts, leaving each nipple with a pleased pop and sliding your nose into the valley of her chest. You wondered how long it’d take Wanda to realize how fuzzy you grew whenever she gave you free reign, drunk on anything she allowed that day— if she changed her mind and only let you go as far as you had now, you’d thank her and have her just like this until she deemed it enough. It was that very lack of realization which made your mindless reply as concerning as it was for her, “I try not to have favorite types.”

“Oh…” She held your head until you sat up, arms and legs crossing to cover herself as you gave her a once over. You weren’t talking about her, the complex and oh so lovable individual your heart ached for, when you discussed something as generic as types, but Wanda, needing to cling onto any piece of validation in her vulnerable state, took it as a failing that she wasn’t at the top of your nonexistent list.

Wanda’s disappointment was the result of her overthinking rather than your actions; you’d been excited to see her new purchase, practically attacking her as soon as you’d finished helping her into the set. When she’d whispered her desires in your ear, clammy hands cupping your ear as if anyone else could possibly overhear in her private apartment, too self-conscious to say it aloud, you not only agreed, but did so with a hungry moan.

You’d fashioned a game of making her wait until she’d finished the last two paragraphs of her essay, holding her on your lap and groping all your favorite parts, all the while promising her wants as reward for good behavior. By the time she finished, the pair of you were more than ready, Wanda barely able to sit still with the patterns your fingers were drawing over her ribcage.

It’d been a struggle to finish those final few sentences, willing her brain to make words so she could shut her laptop and let you have her way with her, but now Wanda feared you’d truly see her and think twice. The reality couldn’t be further from the truth, but still trying to remove her arms was met with resistance. “Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I was just playing with those tits you’re trying to hide.”

“This is different.” The first time, you’d shoved her day clothes out of the way, her typical bra shielded much more and her skirt and tights, pushed aside as they were, stayed about her waist. Anything since was more of the same, clothes somewhere in the mix or blankets draped over you both. Wanda felt… covered then, but the only thing she still had was a few decorative inches of silk and lace.

She’d slid her sweats off slowly earlier, ensuring the long hem of her hoodie hung over her hips as she stepped out of her cotton underwear, made you bend awkwardly to help her into the new pair, kept her back to you before she shed her casual sports bra, sliding her arms through the satin straps, only letting you clasp it shut. What she wore now looked ethereal on the poised model, but Wanda was not her, and no matter how sickeningly patient you were, Wanda couldn’t wrestle her insecurities away. “What if I’m not- you know, nice to look at?”

Now her stalling made sense. As physical as you were with her, it hadn’t occurred to you she’d ever doubt your attraction, but Wanda had a point; you hadn’t gotten the chance to see this much of her before— but you’d be damned if you said you weren’t ready to beg her to let you. “Remember when I said I didn’t have a favorite type?”

Wanda nodded, nose scrunching as your own brushed the tip of hers. “Types aren’t real, but you are; you’re my favorite.” The self-conscious girl let out a small noise of disbelief, genuinely shocked, “I already know you’re nice to look at because I get to stare at you every day and you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

“Oh- okay.. If you say so..” You brought your lips together slowly at first, waiting until hers parted to run your tongue over her shiny gloss covered bottom lip. As you kissed, your hands smoothed over her thighs, higher and higher until your thumbs brushed over the joins of her hips and her legs fell apart. You toyed with the thin strings of her bottoms in a silent inquiry and you were quick to drag them down, groaning against her mouth when you grabbed them from her ankles and found the material soaked.

“Do you just need me to compliment you the entire time I fuck you? Because I can.” Wanda didn’t protest as you settled on your knees between her legs, arms uncrossing in favor of winding around your neck. “My pretty girl, always so ready for me…” Her kiss was more insistent now, pulling you down until you lay trapped atop her. In an effort to keep Wanda comfortable, you backed away just long enough to pull your shirt over your head and Wanda, sneaky girl she was, distracted you with her sweet lips while she rid you of your own bra.

Eventually you caught the buck of her hips, waiting folds grazing your now bare lower abdomen with the warm promise of what you’d patiently waited for. Strong arms pressed Wanda back to the mattress, pinning her as she whined, “You still want me to eat you out, sweetheart? I can just-”

“No, I want you to!” Her affirmation was enough to make you laugh again, Wanda cursing her eagerness with a groan into her raised shoulder. Too hesitant or too enthusiastic, she had yet to find the right balance that helped her look at least somewhat normal. “Just do it before I can embarrass myself more.”

“Wait until I try to embarrass you, then you can complain.” You made your way down her abdomen in a trail of kisses, soft and reverent until you placed your final one to the top of her freshly shaven mound. It was then you realized Wanda’s sudden ‘study break’ a few hours ago -twenty minutes of her holed up in the bathroom with the shower running only to emerge in the same sweats, face flushed and lingerie bag dangling from her fingers- was her first attempt at preparing to ask you to go down on her.

Shuffling backwards, you took in the sight of her waiting cunt, glistening folds already inviting you to dive in. Later, you’d make a point to explain Wanda was just fine as she was and didn't need to put on a show if she wasn’t ready to. But you appreciated her wanting to make this special, trying to catch your eye and entice you to give her what she desired; the bare minimum you could do would be to reward her efforts with your own. “Wanda, you’re perfect. Never hide from me again.”

She was about to ask you what you meant, unexpectedly interrupted herself with a surprised squeak at the two fingers spreading her open and the cool stream of air you blew down the length of her sex. Wanda was hesitant to watch, but pure curiosity drove her anyways, committing the sight of you examining her to memory for later use. There was a bit of a squirm as you dipped your fingertips into her entrance, a quick thing she nearly protested before those same digits pinched and teased at her clit, rolling it between your fingers until she had to fight to keep still.

Wanda wouldn’t say she was a complete stranger to masturbation; she’d let her hands wander enough to know what felt good, but you’d been intimate with her enough times that Wanda knew the difference all too well. Now when she touched herself, most often it was because she missed yours, satisfied enough to go on with her day, but counting down the minutes until she could crawl into your lap and plead for your help. “I want your mouth, please…”

“I know, baby, be patient.” You kissed her once, an experimental brush over the curves of your lips, and she shuddered, the unfamiliar sensation making her stiffen up, “Relax, I’ll take care of you.” Wanda managed a barely audible I’ll try before your tongue met wet warmth, dragging the smooth muscle through her pink cunt. “When were you going to tell me you’re just as sweet everywhere?”

She shook her head, having no knowledge of whatever taste she possessed, the idea of doing so always sounded… wrong. “Didn’t know..” Deciding not to torture her, you gave Wanda what she wanted right away: your lips on the small bud you’d just barely teased into hardness. You sucked away with reckless abandon, fueled on by every gasp and moan that reached your ears from above. Grateful you let her rock her hips at will, Wanda shyly raised them each time the rough surface of your tongue rubbed into her until the movement was instinctive, rolling whichever way felt best. “I see why everyone likes this..”

It was obvious Wanda wouldn’t last long, rambling nonsensically as she did when her mouth wasn’t occupied. You pulled back with a wet slurp, the type of messy noises you’d come to learn turned Wanda on to no end, “Told you it wouldn’t hurt, silly thing.”

The poor girl was already on edge from waiting through her homework, and try as she might, with your relentless mouth capturing her clit once more, treating it as sweetly as you would your favorite candy, she knew she couldn’t hold off. “I-I need to cum…”

Wanda saw you nod your permission, spreading her legs farther apart in a vain effort to watch you better. Your reverberating moan did her in, soft vibrations pushing her that last final bit. She came with a muffled cry, hands slapped to her mouth just in time, denying you the satisfaction of hearing the climax you’d worked so hard to bring her to. “I already told you not to hide from me,” The deep tone of your voice held an edge that sent a shiver up Wanda’s spine and unexpectedly, left her walls clenching around nothing. You’d never been anything but generous to her in bed, indulging her at every turn no matter what the request— she didn’t expect to be so curious at the thought of you being mean. “We’re going again and if you try to keep quiet again, I’ll have to punish you. Understood?”

Wanda nodded her agreement, whimpered when your open palm met the side of her thigh with a sharp slap. “I let you cum one time and you forget how to use your words? Speak up, princess.”

“I understand, I’m sorry...” If that dangerous stare stayed fixed on her much longer, she was scared she could cum all over again. Something about being repentantly obedient stoked a fire deep in Wanda’s belly, needing you to go back down on her and soothe the rapidly growing ache. “I won’t do it again.”

“It’s alright, Wanda, just a warning,” She watched with heavy anticipation as you lowered yourself back down to your stomach, pupils blown wild, letting you throw her thighs over your shoulders before your face disappeared between them once more. Before long, your devious tongue circled her entrance, leaking both from her previous orgasm and the effects of your power play, and you took your precious time cleaning away the evidence.

She tasted better than you could’ve thought, instantly addicting in a way that left you lapping at her in a starved need for more. “Wish I could stay here forever… wake you up with my mouth every morning, fuck you to sleep at night… If you let me, I will.” Wanda knew it was impossible, but she nodded so hard she thought her neck would snap, willfully admitting she’d keep you in her bed for as long as you could keep her at this high.

“Yes- ah!” Only your strong grip on her thighs kept Wanda from bucking you right off as your tongue pushed into her, back arching sharply off the mattress. This was a completely different feeling than your fingers, thick and flexible and reducing her to breathless pants in seconds. “Don’t stop, please don’t, please…”

It was a shallow thrust of course, but each time you curled your tongue she jumped, repeatedly caught off guard each time she felt you. Her hands burying themselves in your hair, lacquered fingernails scraping your scalp, desperately trying to bring you closer, deeper. Rationally, Wanda knew there was nothing wrong, but the action felt positively sinful and fuck, if it didn’t set her off dripping down your chin.

You were more than happy to let her use you, sliding in and out of her hole as she fucked herself stupid on your face, and this time when Wanda felt that tight coil near snapping she tossed and turned, brain too preoccupied with feeling your tongue at that perfect angle to fight off her wanton yells like she was so used to doing. “O-Oh my god..!”

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” It was muffled praise, barely able to see Wanda properly with all her spasming and chest heaving, but you meant it nonetheless. Humping against her mattress wasn’t nearly enough for you to get off, but it was something better than leaving your own needs completely unanswered when they were so very intense. For now you busied yourself with a possessive hand splayed over her stomach, forcing her still enough to lick new arousal from where you’d just fucked her open.

“I just gotta look at you,” She thought you were done, two orgasms in and her head pleasantly swimming as you ran the flat of your tongue over her spread entrance. It was the most Wanda had ever given herself in one sitting, arms too shaky to hold her vibrator and too sensitive to force it— but you weren’t a toy and instead of growing tired with each new climax, you were more frenzied to see it all over again.

Your hold on her turned to one arm, now free hand smoothing over the swell of her ass, giving it a singular squeeze, lulling Wanda into a false sense of security before two fingers sank into her pussy like it was nothing. It was jarring, staggering, too much and not enough all at once, but you didn’t exactly give her the chance to come to terms with it. “I can’t-”

“Shh,” was all you said before you took her neglected clit back into your mouth, the rest of Wanda’s sentence dying in her throat. Fucking her for a third time was hard and fast, matching the pace of your tongue flicking the bundle of nerves between your lips into overstimulation, overwhelming the poor girl until she was practically drooling. There was a stretch when you added a third finger, but the new full feeling alone threatened to break her and when you curled your digits, Wanda choked on her own scream. “You can do another one for me, just one more.”

The brunette barely heard your encouragement over the sound of her own voice, but with what sense she had left, her fingers clawed at your head, holding you in place while she rut shamelessly against your face. Wanda needed to feel that strangely elusive high again as much as you craved bringing her there, but this felt… unlike the others. There was a heavy pressure building, one she’d never experienced and could barely describe, but her body yearned for, “Want to, but I… I think—”

“You’re okay, baby. Just cum for me,” You refused to talk any further, unwilling to leave the sweetness that was your new fixation, and as you took a chance and slid your teeth over her, she nearly rolled you both over with the force of her orgasm. Long legs clamped over your ears, Wanda trembling around you so hard you were sure you’re in for a headache later. Still, you fucked her through each wave, slowly bringing her down until she’d relaxed enough to earn your hearing back. “Fuck, Wanda…didn’t know you could do that.”

“God, you’re so damn hot..” You noticed it on your hand first, crawling over your open palm, down your wrist and nuzzling into Wanda’s inner thigh exposed how drenched they now were. You couldn’t help yourself, shoving your wet hand down your own legs, barely managing to get your underwear out of the way before those same fingers pushed into you.

Maybe it was shameful, fucking yourself so boldly while your lover was less than an inch away, bucking your pelvis into your hand and gasping out incoherent expletives still nose deep in her too soft sex, but you didn’t care. It didn’t take long anyways, not once you backed up, raising your hips enough to rub your neglected clit and spotted Wanda spread open, swollen entrance still weeping— as soon as you licked it away you came, making a mess of your underwear with Wanda’s name whispered against her thigh.

It was that call that brought Wanda back to reality, too dizzy to fully realize what you were doing. “I didn’t know I could either. I certainly didn’t want to…”

When she opened her eyes you were carefully rolling her back against her pillows, vision still blurry and her limbs too weak to prop herself up, but as she came to, the gravity of what she’d done mortified her. As the seconds ticked by, Wanda felt the wet spot under her ass and were she strong enough, she’d have contemplated rolling until she could fall off and hide under the bed, but her body protested the very thought. “You didn’t want to feel so good that you squirted all over my hand?”

“Why do you always have to say such vulgar things…” Wanda lazily pushed at your shoulders with her knees, but you weren’t budging, holding her hips as you cleaned the insides of her thighs with your tongue. She was sure you’d immediately want to run to the shower after what happened, another act she didn’t think was actually a real thing, but you didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite really— tired as Wanda was, it made her tingly all over again.

Still laid between your lover’s legs, catching her slight thigh twitch, you could very easily tell any “vulgar” words you had weren’t completely unwelcome. “Because you love it,” Wanda keened as you ran your fingers through her oversensitive sex, direct touch still too much for her. “Sorry, princess, does your little cunt hurt now?” You only said it to prove a point, but it worked.

“You’re not helping!” She groaned, tugging your hair as you slowly, apologetically kissed over her clit, a barely there brush to remind her you really were done. No one warned Wanda what a double-edged sword being needy could be; always wanting more from a partner while knowing perfectly well she couldn’t handle it for a good while yet at least. The frustration must’ve shown in her expression because you were inching your hands up until they caught her fidgeting ones, holding each and interlacing your fingers together.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Sincere eyes looked up from where you still lay on your stomach, nosing into Wanda’s hip to get her attention. Wanda nodded, reluctantly acknowledging her internal struggle. “We can always go again later.”

Even without any blankets to cover her, Wanda kept an inherent warmth, a comforting temperature that had you burying your head into her abdomen, leaving dozens of loving kisses over her lower tummy as you so often found yourself doing now. The sex was amazing, but getting to bathe Wanda in affection afterwards was a treat in itself, keeping her relaxed and calm until one of both of you dozed off. “I’ll stay right here and eat you out all night if that’s what you want… just say the word when you’re ready.”

So enraptured were you with your doting, you didn’t notice the muffled, happy little noises you made as you nuzzled your cheek against her smooth skin, but Wanda did and she laughed at your display, voice rough and groggy from overuse. For how often you teased her for being sappy, you never failed to take moments of your own. She loved them though, the tender treatment just as reassuring as the praise-filled orgasms you gave, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t poke some fun at you for it. “You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

As you lay there, you warred with a question of your own, one you were uncharacteristically still too shy to ask— if Wanda would consider officially being your girlfriend. You’d dated before, sure, but no other girl seemed to carry the same weight as Wanda; she was a special girl who deserved an equally special partner and despite how much time the two of you spent together, you worried she wouldn’t want to tie herself to someone with a reputation like yours.

“If it’s ridiculous to care about you, sunshine, I should transfer to clown school.” And you weren’t wrong, not only did you enjoy whatever time you found to love on her, you frowned at the idea of not being allowed to do so anymore. If you’d asked then, any time really, Wanda would say yes, but you had yet to speak up so she had yet to respond.

Wanda rolled her eyes, pet your hair as you settled over her stomach in a way that reminded her way too much of a sleepy puppy. “I’ll let you stay there until I get chilly. Then you either move up here with me or I’m smothering you with my sheets.”

Your only response was a low hum and Wanda left you like that for now, content to play with your hair as you fell off to your late evening nap. She’d allow as much overly lovey behavior as you wanted to give, so long as it was for her and hopefully, Wanda mused, it’d stay just hers for a good long time.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fic #confessions au.#motts writes.#maximotts

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