Your hands scramble to find anything to hold on to against the cold wall. You hadn’t expected to be in this situation, but really, you should’ve.
“Fucking dragging me in, malen'kaya shlyushka.” Natasha’s voice is mixed with her panting into your ear, rough and quick. She knows she only has a few minutes with you before you both have to go back to the party. She’s making the most of them. The degradation—little slut—hits where it normally does, somewhere deep in you, but somehow it’s more arousing than normal, pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm. Perhaps it’s because there are people right outside the storage closet you’re getting fucked in. You can hear them discussing the music playing, can clearly make out one man’s distaste for Taylor Swift.
“Nat—please—fuck—“ You moan and try to hold the orgasm back, rising up on your toes. From behind you, Natasha chuckles and bites down on your shoulder, her hips continuing to pound the strap deeper into you.
“Shh, baby,” she growls, one hand holding your hip and the other twisting one of your nipples. “Don’t let people hear you. I’ll leave you desperate and stretched open, won’t even fuck you properly later.”
The threat is enough. You bite your lip hard enough to taste copper, but it’s the only thing stopping you from screaming out as you cum. Your vision goes white for a moment, and you’re barely able to hear Natasha’s moans as she cums as well because of the ringing that floods your ears.
“Good girl. Such a good girl. Fuck, you’re so good for me.” Natasha sounds as wrecked as you feel, especially as she pulls out of you and tugs her pants back up. Your dress is pulled back down and into place right after, and just as you’re catching your breath, Natasha grabs your hips again and turns you to face her, catching your lips in a kiss. It’s just as full of want as you’ve both been for the last six minutes, but there’s a softer quality to it, something like a silent thanks.
When she finally pulls away from the kiss, Natasha brushes your hair out of your face, smiling at you like she hadn’t just fucked you thoroughly in record time with people right outside.
“Just needed to remind you who that pussy belongs to.”
Older Mommy Wanda coming home extremely frustrated from work to find you in her favourite pair of dark red lingerie. You’re kneeling on the bed, legs spread just enough for Wanda to immediately spot the wet patch in your panties.
“Awh honey, did someone miss mommy?” She exclaims while coming closer to your kneeling form, as you try to be a good girl as much as possible. Wanda is delighted to have such an obedient girl, while also confused about your lack of attitude which usually came with her late working hours. “Come on mommy’s lap, baby. I just wanna make sure your little hole is alright and untouched.” She says in the sweetest voice while pulling you into her lap on the bed.
While you sit across her lap, her fingers trace patterns on your thighs, making you whimper and ache for more, before she finally pulls down your panties to reveal your glistening pussy. It’s immediately clear to her that you had been thinking of her a lot today, as if your needy messages hadn’t already given that away.
Wanda slowly enters your tight hole with one finger, making you moan and whimper in her lap. Even if Wanda already trained you for bigger dildos, she still enjoyed keeping you tight enough to make you claw at her back when she entered you with merely two fingers. Especially since your pussy was extra sensitive today, she’d have no issue making you cry by the time her second finger entered you. “You poor thing, you really went all day being desperate and didn’t touch yourself. Mommy is so proud of you.“
If possible, her words made you even wetter and your pussy clenched involuntarily around her finger. Even if Wanda hadn’t said much yet, it was clear that you wouldn’t be using words tonight, so putting your mouth to some better use might just be more helpful. “Suck on mommy’s nipple bay, I know it’s what you need. I’ll just keep touching you down there while you stay like that.”
I've been thinking about eating Wanda out a lot recently...
Kneeling in front of her, feeling her fingers tangled with your hair, looking up at her for permission while saliva builds at the mere thought of being allowed to taste her.
"Only your mouth," comes the command, Wanda smirking slightly.
You don't back down. Maintaining eye contact, you gently bite the waistband of her sweatpants, firmly pulling them down and watching Wanda's pupils dilate. You can smell her, and god does she smell delicious.
You nuzzle against her panties, your nose dampening from the arousal that threatens to seep through the thin fabric. Slowly, you flatten your tongue, licking a long strip over her. You can just barely taste her, and you need more.
Grabbing the top of her panties between your teeth, you make sure to nip her skin, gently, of course. Wanda moans, and you stifle a smirk of your own as you pull the thin fabric down with your teeth.
You dive in, your tongue and lips moving greedily as you stimulate her. You suckle on her clit, your tongue moving quickly at times, then slow and teasing at others. You stick it out as far as you can, gently twisting it inside her, as deep as you can go.
Wanda's hips start moving, grinding herself against your face. She eventually stops holding back, both hands gripping your head as she moans unabashedly. She uses your face to cum, your tongue moving frantically over her clit as she throbs against your mouth.
When she cums, you make sure to lap every bit of it up, letting her ride out the aftershocks against your face. Finally, her hand gently wrenches your head away, her fingers gripping your hair as she takes in the shiny arousal coating your lips and chin.
She keeps you like that for a while, letting you satisfy your oral kink as she cums over and over again. Your appetite is insatiable, and eventually, she has to shove you back, your tongue eagerly licking your lips as you gaze up at her.
Today is a rest day from the gym and I get so sleepy on these mornings cause my body is used to my early morning routine... so now I'm thinking about somno with Wanda
Waking up and groaning, your eyes still shut, rolling over to bury your face in Wanda's neck. Well, you thought it was her neck, but you've just face planted into her chest. Whatever, you don't care, they're a nice pillow.
Wanda, however, loves it. She can feel your lips against her, moving as you babble something incoherent. Your body is so warm, so fucking pliable.
Moving slowly, she managed to wedge her thigh between your legs, burying her face in your hair and sighing happily at the way you let out a sleepy moan.
"Yeah? Does that feel good, baby?" Wanda murmurs, her heart rate ticking up at the sleepy nod you give, your hips beginning to grind.
It's slow and jerky, uncoordinated in every sense, but Wanda loves it. She lets her hand fall on your hip, guiding you as you hump her thigh, still half asleep.
Fuck, she can smell your arousal already. Her bare leg dampens as your wet underwear grinds against her. She wants more.
Wanda slowly reaches down, skating her fingers over your most sensitive spot.
You finally begin to react, your head moving away. She can't have that.
"Shhh, shhh, darling. Go back to sleep. Mommy's got you," she whispers, her other hand firmly gripping the back of your neck and holding you against her once more, your nose pressing into the soft sweel of her breasts.
"Mhmm," you manage, your body relaxing again.
She makes you cum half an hour later, slowly building you up and loving the way your body grows hot against her. Your sleepy moans and closed eyes just make it all the better. She loves it when you're so trusting like this, so willing to let her have her way with you.
You whimper as she untangles herself from you, automatically sucking as she slips two fingers between your lips. You can taste yourself, and you throb once again.
Wanda kisses down your body, peeling your underwear down and moaning softly, looking up to find your eyes half open and watching her.
"None of that, now. Mommy has to clean up the mess you made. Just close your eyes, baby."
Warnings: Porn with plot, oral, dom!Scarlet Witch, Y/N gets a magical dick, penetration, kissing, teasing, restraints, a teensy bit of suffocation, hair pulling, biting
Summary: Strange has sent Y/N to travel the multiverse in search of the Scarlet Witch, hoping beyond all hope that she might be able to bring Wanda back. When Y/N finally catches up with her, she weighs her options between being a potential sex slave in order to save the multiverse or going home ever again. Can she convince Wanda to put aside the Scarlet Witch and come home with her?
A/N: I really liked writing the 'plot' part of this 'porn with plot'. Buuuut hopefully the porn is still good lol Enjoy! :)
This has been the most tiresome chase yet. Finally, finally, I’ve got a lock on the Scarlet Witch’s location. I’ve been tracking her for months through the multiverse, watching the havoc she’s left behind in every world. Tommys and Billys ripped from their mothers, Wandas being ripped from their sons. In most cases, either the boys or their mothers didn’t survive, and I was left to help clean up the wreckage.
The assignment from Strange had been clear: Find Wanda 616, now fully the Scarlet Witch, and attempt to bring Wanda back. If bringing her back isn’t possible and the Scarlet Witch can’t be reasoned with, dispatch her. I fought with Strange on the assignment. Strange is certain that the Scarlet Witch can’t be reasoned with and that she will have to die. But I love Wanda, present tense, and even looking, acting, and being the Scarlet Witch, all I see is Wanda. I told Strange that I wouldn’t be able to kill her if it came down to it. But he argued that if anyone could reason with her, it would be me.
The whole situation is a catch twenty-two.
Right now, I’m staring at the home of Wanda 1174. It’s been completely destroyed by fire, as well as the two houses on either side. Miraculously, firefighters found Wanda 1174 inside, hurt but alive, and they’re getting ready to transport her to the hospital. Her Tommy and Billy, however… The boys were not so lucky.
“Excuse me,” I jump a little as a hand touches my shoulder. I turn to see one of the paramedics working on this world’s Wanda. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s alright,” I shake my head. “I was just thinking. Not paying attention to my surroundings. How can I help you?”
“Ms. Maximoff, she needs to get to the hospital. But she won’t go without speaking to you.”
“To me?” I ask, pointing at myself. “Are you sure?” The paramedic doesn’t respond, she just turns and points to the ambulance. Wand1174 is sitting up slightly, looking at us. When she notices me looking, she weakly beckons me over. I look over to the paramedic before following her to the ambulance.
Wanda 1174 reaches out for me as I approach, and after a moment of hesitation, I take her hand.
“Ms. Maximoff,” I say, but she shakes her head.
“Come on, Y/N,” she responds weakly, rolling her eyes. “You might not be my Y/N, but you are a Y/N, and I know enough about the multiverse to know we mean more to each other in every universe than to refer to each other like that.” I smirk and bow my head, nodding slightly.
“Alright, Wanda,” I concede quietly. “But you really need to get to the hospital. She really did a number on you.”
“I will, I will,” she assures me. “But I need to…” her sentence is interrupted by a long, loud coughing fit. It goes on for quite a while, and I glance over to the paramedics who are looking at Wanda, concerned.
“Wanda,” I urge her, squeezing her hand slightly. “You really need to get to a hospital.”
“I will, just shut up and listen for a second.” Wanda takes a few deep breaths, struggling to intake air. “She left a message for you.” Her words freeze me in place. I’ve chased my Wanda through nine different timelines at this point, and never once has she left me a message. “She wants you to know that she understands why you’re coming after her. But she wants you to stop. She knows what she wants. And she’s going to get it, no matter what.”
“She thinks she knows what she wants.” I mumble. “But she’s sad, angry, grieving. I don’t think she understands that her life doesn’t have to end with the destruction of her hex.”
“She lost her husband and her children, Y/N. That’s going to sting for anyone.” My heart drops into my stomach. I know Wanda loved Vision. She probably still does. But the version of him that she created wasn’t real, and neither were her kids. Their destruction with the hex proved it.
And it’s always hurt that Wanda’s never noticed me. Not in the way that I’d like her to. Not in the way I’ve noticed her. You can’t blame people for who they fall in love with, so I don’t blame her for falling for Vision, but I also can’t blame myself for falling in love with her. Wanda 1174 notices the change in my attitude and reaches over with her free hand to grasp my forearm.
“If it’s any consolation, Y/N, I end up with you in this world.” She nods her head across from us to where the police are holding back bystanders. After a moment I notice a woman who looks very similar to me, just with longer and darker hair. She looks right at me and nods. I turn back to Wanda 1174.
“These weren’t Vision’s kids that my Wanda killed, were they?” I ask, stunned.
“Your Scarlet Witch,” Wanda 1174 corrects me. “She isn’t Wanda. Not consciously, anyway. Your Wanda would never do this. But to answer your question, no. She kept asking for Billy and Tommy, but in this world, I never fell in love with Vision. I fell in love with you.” Wanda 1174 starts to cry, tears forming clear paths down the ashes on her cheeks. “Our daughter Dakota was eleven. And our son Carson was five.” Wanda 1174 takes a deep, shaky breath. “She was angry. I’m not sure if it was because I didn’t have Tommy and Billy, but she didn’t start to get really angry until she saw the photos.”
“The photos? What photos?” I ask. Wanda 1174 looks past me to her Y/N and smiles sadly.
“Our wedding photos.” Wanda 1174 whispers. Her voice is full of love and adoration, but her face quickly turns sad. “How will she ever forgive me?”
“What do you mean, Wanda?” I ask her.
“My Y/N… I lost our kids. How is she ever going to forgive me?”
“Wanda, look at me,” I say, sitting down on the side of the ambulance to get closer to her eye level. She continues to stare at her me for a moment before meeting my eyes. “As maybe the world’s leading expert on, well, me, she’ll be devastated about your kids. But at the same time, she’ll be more than grateful that you are still alive. Lean on her. And let her lean on you. Grieve with her. And rebuild as much of your lives as you can together.” Now it’s my turn to look back over at me. We make eye contact again and I know in my heart that what I’m saying is true.
“Ma’am,” one of the paramedics approaches us and places a hand on my arm. “I’m sorry,” he looks down at Wanda 1174. “But we really need to get you to the hospital. I must insist that you continue this conversation later.”
“Alright.” Wanda 1174 nods. She looks up at me as the second paramedic comes over to help load her into the ambulance. “Y/N, you can convince her to come back. I’m certain of it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Wanda. Thank you.” I tell her as the paramedics close the door to the ambulance. As they drive off, sirens wailing, I turn and head toward the gathered crowd. This world’s me is still standing there, waiting for me. She jerks her head back and then disappears into the crowd. I get her message and walk to the crowd, crouch under the police tap and push my way through the crowd after her.
I find 1174 facing away from me a few yards away from the outskirts of the crowd and walk over to her. As soon as I reach her side, she starts to walk forward, so I match pace with her.
“Your Wanda is really making a mess of things, isn’t she?” She phrases it as a question, but she says it as a statement.
“It’s not Wanda,” I say before I can stop myself. Of course it’s Wanda. I mean, kind of. I have to believe Wanda is still in there somewhere.
“No, you’re right, it’s not.” 1174 says genuinely. “I’m sorry. I just…” she sighs angrily, turning to look behind us to where the ambulance had driven away with her wife. I nod, placing a hand on her arm.
“I get it.” I say. She looks at me with grateful eyes.
“Thanks.” We walk in silence for a few moments before she speaks again. “It sucks.”
“I can’t imagine,” I try to empathize with her, but she shakes her head.
“No, you don’t understand.” She pulls out her phone, checks it, and then puts it back into her pocket. “Listen, Y/N, I work for Strange in this world. In 1174, Strange is in charge of the Avengers. He used the timestone to see the future, and he was able to thwart Thanos’ attempt at destroying us before he even began.”
“You… you didn’t fight Thanos in this world?” I gasp.
“No, we didn’t. We’ve always been safe. And since there was no immediate danger, Nat encouraged me to take a chance with Wanda, and she fell in love with me instead of Vision.” She sighs and takes some of her hair in her hand and twirls it between her fingers. “I wish something like that had happened for you.”
“I feel like you’re the exception to the rule, 1174.” I chuckle lightheartedly, but 1174 shakes her head again.
“I’m not. That’s the sad part.” She stops walking. I also stop, a few steps ahead of her, and turn back to look. “I’m not the exception. You are.” My face falls at her revelation.
“B-but every universe I’ve visited before now, that world’s Wanda ended up with Vision. How can I, how can we, be the exception?”
“The multiverse is infinite, Y/N.” 1174 says gently. “There are many more universes where their Wandas and yous end up together, a significant amount more than the worlds where she ends up with Vision.”
“So I really should have been with her,” I whisper. “This is all my fault. All these Wandas and their children dying… It's because of me.”
“No, Y/N, it’s not,” 1174 tries to reassure me, but I shake my head and take a few steps back.
“It’s my Wanda that turned into the Scarlet Witch. It’s my Wanda that is terrorizing other universes. It’s my Wanda wreaking havoc in her wake. If only I had been more present, more aware after the Blip, made sure that she was okay, getting the help she needed, being there for her… I could have stopped all this.”
“You cannot blame yourself for this, Y/N,” 1174 insists. “My Strange knew it would happen eventually. It’s written that it would. You can’t change what is written.” She walks up to me and grips my arm tightly. “But you can bring her back.”
“Wanda 1174 said the same thing,” I sigh. “But honestly, I’m not as convinced. Wanda 616 is… She’s going to be hard to reach. My Strange also thinks I can save her, but what if I can’t break through? What if the Scarlet Witch has her walls so far up that I can’t climb over?”
“You’ll break through. Everyone seems to have faith. Me, my Wanda, both my Strange and yours. I think that has to count for something.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I sigh. “Unless 616 is one of the very minimal universes where Wanda actually hates me.”
“Oh, no,” 1174 shakes her head. “I’ve seen those universes. 616 is far from those universes.”
“But they do exist.” I make eye contact with 1174. She tilts her head, realizing that I’m just leading myself into a spiral.
“Yes, Y/N, they exist. But I doubt that 616 has changed her feelings for you. They are still in there with your Wanda. You just have to find them. And when you find them, you find Wanda.”
“And it doesn’t matter if I believe it, does it?” I mutter. “I still have to try.”
I follow my Wanda through several more universes. 1174 me was right; in most of these universes, Wanda and I are together. Sometimes we have kids, sometimes we don’t. In one universe, magic doesn’t even exist. I have a hell of a time getting out of that one.
In each universe, Wanda leaves me a message.
“Can’t catch me.”
“You’re a little too slow.”
“You can’t save her.”
That last one got me. It feels like Wanda and the Scarlet Witch are two different people. It gives me hope that I will reach Wanda, that I can bring her back.
So I keep looking. I keep following the magic in hopes that I find her.
On Earth 1670, the note only says “Please”. I yell in anger and rip up the note. I’m never going to catch up to her.
“Do you think you could use any help?” I turn around and see Doctor Strange. Not my Doctor Strange, 1670’s Strange. His hair has more color in it, and he doesn’t have any facial hair at all.
“No, um, I’m sorry, I was just curious about what happened here,” I bow my head and try to walk past him, but Strange steps in front of me.
“You don’t have to run, Y/N, I know who you are.” I look up at him. His face isn’t angry or accusatory, just curious. “I’ve been tracking the Scarlet Witch. I think I can help you find where she is.” He shrugs. “Or, I guess, where she’s going next.”
“Really?” My eyes widen. “That would be very helpful, yes.” I look behind me at the wreckage that is Wanda 1670’s house. “I’d like to stop this from continuing.”
“I would as well.” Strange nods. “Can you tell me all of the universes you’ve followed her to?” I nod, and rattle off all the universes I’ve been to on my quest to find Wanda, until we reach this universe.
“So you started on 616,” Strange says, doing the math in his head. “You stopped to talk to a surviving Wanda and her Y/N in 1174, and that was your ninth stop, correct?” I nod. “Okay, and this is Earth-1670. How many universes is this?”
“My seventeenth.” I tell him. “I’ve been following her for a while.” Once again, I look back at the destroyed house behind me. “I caused this.”
“No you didn’t,” Strange says. “It was-”
“If you’re about to tell me that it was written, 1174 me already said that.” I sigh, pulling my fingers through my hair. “Maybe my Wanda becoming the Scarlet Witch couldn’t have been helped, but this?” I say, gesturing to 1670’s house. Or, more accurately, where it used to be. “I should have been able to stop this. I should have been faster.”
“Stop beating yourself up, Y/N.” Strange says aggressively. “This is not on you. But you can help her.”
“Yeah, yeah, I can get through to her, yada yada,” I roll my eyes, turning back around to face Strage. “Just tell me how I can find her, Strange. I have to stop this. One way or another.” Strange looks at me. I give him my most determined look. He sighs and nods, stepping closer to me.
“It looks like every time she hops universes, she adds 61.6 and rounds up. So the next universe she’ll visit is most likely 1732.”
“So I should go there?”
“No, I don’t think so.” He shakes his head. “She’s probably already left. Your best bet is to jump a few ahead, try to get ahead of her. Go to universe 1856. Get to Wanda 1856, get her and her family out of the house and wait for the Scarlet Witch to come. Do you have any powers?”
“Yeah,” I nod, “I can summon plasma from thin air, create things from it.”
“Okay, if the Scarlet Witch is going to do what she’s done before and burn the house down, protect yourself using a plasma shield.” He looks behind me at his Wanda’s house. “This one burned quickly. That one will, too.”
“Okay,” I nod. “I’ll give it a shot.”
“If she’s already been there, jump ahead a few more.” Strange reaches out and squeezes my shoulder. “You’ve got this, Y/N. Bring your Wanda home.”
I knock on the door of Wanda 1856’s house. A few seconds go by, and then a little girl opens the door.
“Mama?” She says, her eyes confused. “What are you doing home? And why are you knocking on the door?”
“Ariel, sweetheart, who’s at the door?” I hear her before I see her. A few seconds later, Wanda 1856 enters my field of vision. All of a sudden, a ton of emotions come flooding to my face. I can feel my face getting red and my breath catches as my heart stops beating. “Y/N?” She asks, confused. “Did you lose your keys or something?”
“I… Um…” It takes me a moment to clear my mind. “Wanda, I need to talk to you.” My eyes dart to her daughter, Ariel. “Perferably outside. Without…” Wanda looks down at her kid, then she kneels down to her level.
“Honey, why don’t you go set up a game of checkers? Let Mama and I have a chat and I’ll come play with you in a few minutes.” The little girl nods and dashes back into the house. I back up so Wanda can step onto the porch. She closes the door behind her. “Y/N, baby, what’s going on?” She tries to reach out to me, but I take another step back.
“I, uh, I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m not your Y/N.”
“What?” 1856 chuckles, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m from Earth-616.” I tell her. “I’m chasing my Wanda who has become the Scarlet Witch.” I take a deep breath, shaking. “She’s raging through different universes, angry that her life, her husband, her kids, have been taken from her. She’s been killing other Wandas and their kids. And I think she’s coming here next.”
“My love, if this is some kind of a joke, it isn’t funny.” Wanda 1856 says, trying to reach for me again, but I pull away.
“It’s not a joke,” I assure her. “And I swear, I’m not you Y/N.” My eyes start to water at her words. “Believe me, I wish for nothing more than to have the life you have.” I sniffle, thinking of all the universes where I get to be with Wanda. “But in my universe, my Wanda fell in love with Vision. He died, and she brought him back to life in a hex. They got married, had two magic babies. Vision and her children were killed when she was convinced to destroy her hex. They were a part of the hex and couldn’t survive without it.” I rub my eyes and nose with my sleeve. “I’m one of the unlucky ones. One of the universes where you and I don’t end up together. Please, call your Y/N, that’ll prove that I’m not her, and that you need to take me seriously.” Wanda cautiously takes out her phone, unlocks it, and presumably calls her Y/N. After a few moments, she looks at me, confused.
“Yeah, baby, everything’s good. Just wanted to check and see how your day is going. Mhm. Yeah. Mhm. Okay, well, it’s Friday. I’m thinking that we take Ariel to the compound for the weekend, let her spend time with her auntie Natty and cousin Carmen. Yeah, I can call Clint to see if the five of us can spend the weekend there. No, no, baby, no need to come home after work. I’ll pack a bag for you, just meet us at the compound, okay? Okay. I love you. Bye.” Wanda hangs up the phone and shoves it into her back pocket. “Okay,” she says, nodding. “I believe you.”
I wait in 1856’s living room. Wanda 1856 gives me blanket access to anything in her house, but I stick to her couch with her TV. A little after 10, I hear a noise outside. I turn the TV down a few clicks and listen closely. I hear more movement, so I stand up and plant myself in the middle of the living room. A few moments later, I see smoke coming into the living room. Immediately, I conjure some plasma and wrap it around me.
Moments later, the house practically implodes. There’s fire all around me, and I can feel the heat licking at my forcefield. The house turns into nothing in less than ten minutes. When the smoke clears, I stare out at the street where the Scarlet Witch, my Wanda, is standing. She tilts her head, clearly seeing my forcefield in the smoke, but can’t make me out. I wave my hand and the forcefield disappears. I walk through the cinders out to the street where my Wanda’s face turns from confusion to shock.
“You found me.” She says. Her voice is slightly deeper and a lot harsher than it usually is. “I didn’t think you’d figure out my pattern.”
“I had help.” I shrug. “Thankfully I did. Wanda 1856 is a beautiful woman. She’s got a beautiful little girl. Her name is Ariel.”
“I don’t care.” She growls.
“Wanda 1856 is married to 1856’s version of me, Wanda.” I say.
“I’m not Wanda!” She screams. “Not anymore.”
“Yes, you are.” I say, taking a step forward. “You’re Wanda and you’re the Scarlet Witch. But I believe that you don’t have to be both. Or you can be just more Wanda than Witch.”
“I can’t,” she says, her voice faltering. “I need my husband. My kids.”
“Wanda, look around you,” I say, opening my arms. “Look at all the universes you’ve been to. In most of them, you and I are married. We’ve got kids. We’re happy. I know I can’t replace Vision or your kids, but I can help you heal. And not as your girlfriend or partner or wife, but as your friend.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s too late for that.”
“It isn’t, Wanda, I promise.” I hold out my hand to her. “Come back with me. Heal. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but you can have a life again.”
“No, Y/N, you don’t get it.” Wanda’s eyes flare a shade of red I’ve only seen a few times, but her voice starts changing back to how I remember it. “I love my sons. They were my everything. And yes, I did love Vision. A part of me still does, I guess. But I have never, never, loved Vision as much as I’ve loved you. As much as I love you still.” Something in her eyes flickers, and I realize I still have a chance.
“Wanda, I-”
“I’m not Wanda!” Her scream is piercing, and I instinctively cover my ears. When I look up again, Wanda’s hair is redder and flowing around her. She’s conjured a cape and the wind flows through it gently. When her mouth closes, I stand up straight and bring my hands from my ears.
“Wanda, I love you, too.” I say, and I see the wind falter a bit, her hair lay flat and her cape drapes down, for just a second. “I have, from the moment we met. And maybe it would be different if I had been a little older or a little braver. Maybe if I had been there for you after the Blip I could have helped you through your grief. And now your grief is threefold and for that, Wanda, I am so sorry.”
“Stop calling me WANDA!” Her voice goes back to that deep and harsh sound. She brings her hand back, her fingers glowing red, and she throws Chaos magic my way. I throw up a plasma barrier and block her strike, but she goes in for a second throw straight away. Then a third and a fourth. I block every one, but each hit comes harder and harder, pushing me back towards the remains of Wanda 1856’s house.
“Stop it!” I yell at her. “Come back home! Be with me, and don’t forget, but accept!” I beg her. “Accept your past and look to your future, Wanda, please!”
“I have no future!” She screams, throwing out a lasso of Chaos magic. I narrowly dodge it and throw out plasma disks in front of me, just enough so I can run on them. I make my way to her through the air and grab her from behind, wrapping my arms around her, trapping her arms against her body. In the background, I can hear the faint sound of sirens.
“You have a bright future, Wanda.” I say into her ear. “You’ve made some mistakes, sure, but there’s so much more good in you than evil. You can come back from this. I will help you with that, but please, I don’t want to kill you.”
“You’re going to have to.” Wanda growls. “You just. Won’t. Listen!” Wanda uses her magic to throw me off of her. I don’t have time to protect myself and land hard on the pavement. I land on my back, but hit my head pretty hard. I start to hear ringing and hold my head as I sit up, dots coming into my vision. Wanda lowers herself to my level, and I can see that she’s no longer mostly Wanda. She is mostly the Scarlet Witch. The smile on her face spreads from ear to ear, giving my brain nightmare fuel for decades. “If you mean what you say, Y/N, and you really do love Wanda and believe that she can be saved, come find me.”
Saliva dribbles from her lips as she starts to laugh. Her Chaos magic surrounds her and a few moments later, when her magic clears, she’s gone. In her place on the pavement in front of me is a piece of paper. I pick it up. It looks like a business card. On the front in fancy, printed, red calligraphy is her title, ‘The Scarlet Witch’. I flip it around. At first it’s blank. Then after a few seconds, writing starts to appear. It’s in the same red color as the print on the front, but it’s in Wanda’s handwriting. It reads ‘Come find me. Show me how much you love me.’ Then some more writing appears. It’s in a language that I don’t understand, but I know it’s a spell. I put the card in my pocket.
I look up to see emergency vehicles approaching, their lights blinding. I try to stand up, but it’s difficult, with my head pounding and my vision blurry. I manage to stagger onto my feet and I start hobbling away from the house. I keep going, even after I hear people behind me yelling for me to stop. I don’t until I find a payphone. This world, like mine, has started to get rid of them. But I manage to find one a few blocks away. I pull a few coins out of my pocket and put them into the phone. I take a chance that my phone number is the same in this universe and dial it, sinking to the ground with my back against the booth. After two rings, someone picks up, tired and groggy.
“Mmm, hello?” The voice sounds like mine, and I’m relieved.
“Wanda,” I gasp into the phone. “I need… to talk… to Wanda…”
“Who is this?” The voice asks, trying to get around the tiredness.
“Please,” I beg. “Wanda.”
“Who is it?” I hear 1856 Wanda’s muffed voice on the other end.
“I don’t know, some chick asking for you.” 1856 me mumbles. I hear a bit of shuffling and suddenly 1856 Wanda is fully awake on the other end.
“Y/N?” She says. Then I hear other me on the phone.
“Cheating on me with someone who shares my name. Smart.” More shuffling. Then, “Tell her that I hope she’s as good as me in bed.”
“Shush, my love,” Wanda says to 1856 Y/N. Then there’s more shuffling before she speaks to me again. “What is it? What’s going on?”
“Need help,” I say, barely able to speak. “Payphone by your house. Please.”
“I’m on my way.” Wanda says, then the phone hangs up. As the tone sounds, the phone falls from my grasp and I go limp before I completely lose consciousness.
I start to gain consciousness again in a blinding white room. I hear voices, but they sound pretty far away. As the sounds come into focus, I start to hear the words and distinguish the voices. They sound like Wanda, Bruce, and myself. 1856’s me is speaking.
“You know that comment about you cheating on me was a joke, but I’m surprised at how close I actually was,” she chuckles.
“She’s you, baby, but she’s not you.” Wanda says. “Every one of you is different, just like clearly every one of me is different. I like 616, she seems nice, but she isn’t my Y/N.”
“And clearly I like my Wandas with a little more spice,” I mumble.
“Y/N?” 1856’s Wanda says, coming closer to me. I open my eyes slightly and see the three of them surrounding me. Wanda looks at me concerned, 1856’s Y/N looks at me like she has a million questions, and Bruce looks at me with more intrigue than I’ve ever seen him look at anyone or anything. I smile at him.
“I’m not sure how long I have to explain it to you, Bruce, but I can try.” I chuckle.
“I don’t need a full explanation," he says, shaking his head. “How is this possible? How are there two Y/Ns?”
“Long story short, my Wanda became the Scarlet Witch and has been terrorizing the multiverse to try and get her children back. I’ve been trying to find her in order to stop her.”
“Did she come to our house last night?” Wanda 1856 asks. Y/N 1856 whirls on her.
“The Scarlet Witch was coming to our house?” She asks. “Is that why you wanted to spend the weekend at the compound?”
“I thought she was you when she showed up at the door.” Wanda 1856 reaches out to take her wife’s hand. “She told me the story, and I didn't believe her. But she had me call you, and that’s when I believed her.”
“So what you’re telling me is that our house is gone,” Y/N 1856 nods, pursing her lips. “Great. I’ll have to get in touch with the insurance on Monday, then.”
“Well, it looks like you lost.” Wanda 1856 offers me a smile. “And lost her as well.”
“Not exactly,” I look around for my clothes. “Please don’t tell me you got rid of my clothes.”
“No, they’re right here.” Bruce turns around and grabs something, bringing to my bedside a folded pile of my clothes. I reach out for them, and he places the pile on the edge of my bed. I riffle through the pockets of my pants and find the card. I pull it out to show them. “It has a message on it for me. And a spell on the back. I’m assuming that brings me to her. When I’m ready.”
“You’ll need a few days at least before you’re well enough to even try this spell.” Bruce chuckles to himself. “Your Wanda really did a number on you.”
“She’s not Wanda,” I say at the same time as Wanda 1856 says it. I clear my throat as sort of an apology for speaking over her. “She’s the Scarlet Witch now. But I can bring her back.”
“Can you, now?” Bruce raises an eyebrow. “I’d wager not. Not if she’s the Scarlet Witch.”
“A lot of people seem to believe I can still reach Wanda,” I say, getting a little defensive. “And if there’s even the slightest chance, I have to try.”
“Of course you do.” Y/N 1856 nods, making eye contact with me. “If my Wanda went missing or crazed or anything else, I’d chase her to the edges of the multiverse to get her back. Which clearly you’re doing.”
“If you’re stupid enough to go after her, I might be willing to use Doctor Cho’s new healing pod. She just sent us one.” Bruce tilts his head. “Are you claustrophobic at all, Y/N?”
Bruce put me in Doctor Cho’s chamber and I felt rejuvenated in a matter of hours. Once I’m out, Y/N 1856 gives me some of her clothes to wear. She’s got better style than I do, and I walk out of the medbay with black combat boots, black jeans, a black tube top, and a faded scarlet leather jacket. Facing 1856’s Wanda and Y/N, the former is practically wiping saliva from her lips while the latter is looking at me like a proud mother.
“If your Wanda can resist you in that, then she really is too far gone,” Wanda 1856 mutters. Y/N 1856 looks over at her and pulls her close, kissing Wanda on her head.
“Don’t get any ideas, Wands,” she mutters into the witch’s hair. “A threesome where two of the people look the exact same is a little strange.”
“Oh, please, don’t be silly my love,” Wanda waves her off, but I can tell she’s thinking about it. My lips turn up in a smile.
“Thanks, guys. I appreciate your help.” I say. “I promise, I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t have to worry about my Wanda anymore.” I purse my lips and shrug. “Although, she might kill me. So, if that’s the case, I’ll be thinking about you, and all the other mes and Wandas, as she tears my intestines from my body.”
“Don’t go into it thinking you’ll die, Y/N,” 1856 Y/N urges. “You have to-”
“If you’re about to tell me to ‘think positively’, I’ll kill you right here and take over your life.” I tease. Y/N 1856 smiles and nods, pulling her Wanda closer.
“Then we’ll just hope for your success.”
“If I succeed, I’ll find a way to get that information to you, so that you don’t have to live in fear.” I promise them. “I don’t want you to be afraid for yourselves, or for Ariel.”
“We would appreciate that very much.” Wanda whispers. “Now go. She Wanda that there’s still life to live.” I nod and pull the business card from the back pocket of my borrowed jeans. I clear my throat and say the Sokovian words on the back of the card. Chaos magic starts to appear around me, blurring my vision until Earth-1856 is no longer visible in front of me. After a few moments the magic fades, and I’m standing in a dark room lit only by candles. There’s a bed and a ton of books, and I can feel the magic pulsating around me.
“You showed up a lot quicker than I was expecting.” I whirl around and face the Scarlet Witch. She’s wearing a dress made of red lace. The fabric stops mid-thigh and her breasts are pushed high. She wears black boots that come to the middle of her calf. Her red hair flows in waves down her shoulders, and she dons a magical crown on her head. She’s beautiful, but I can’t get past the red glow in her irises. The Scarlet Witch saunters toward me slowly, looking me up and down. “But I’m glad you showed up. Especially dressed how you are. You look absolutely scrumptious, Y/N.”
“Wanda, please,” I say, but I stop as her eyes glow slightly. I gulp before continuing. “Please. Set this aside. Come home with me.”
“I can’t.” The Scarlet Witch shakes her head. “I have to get stronger.” She walks behind me and leans in to whisper in my ear, taking my jacket off of me and tossing it behind her. “I can’t bring my family back. I know that. But if I’m going to start a new family with you, I need to be able to protect you. I can’t come back until I know how to do that.”
“Wanda, you don’t have to-” she stops me mid-sentence by grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back. She flicks her tongue out and methodically drags it up my neck, nipping at my earlobe when she reaches it.
“Your dear Wanda is no more, my love.” She laughs in my ear as her right hand comes up to the front of my body, her fingers splayed out as she drags them over my breasts. “It’s only me, now. And I will bring down every other multiverse in order to protect you.”
“I don’t need protecting,” I whisper, but the Witch tightens her grip around my right breast, digging her nails into my skin.
“Of course you do,” she whispers back, kissing my neck. “Vision had powers to match mine, and even he couldn’t survive. I won’t risk losing you, too.”
“You don’t need to be the Scarlet Witch to be with me,” I try to reason, but she just laughs, taking her hand from my breast and shoving me to the ground. I fall on my hands and knees and watch her feet as she comes around in front of me. She kneels before me, one knee on the ground and an arm resting on the other. She puts her finger underneath my chin and lifts my head up to look at her.
“Wanda is a weakling, unable to do anything. She can’t protect you. She can’t love you. She can't…” The Witch’s eyes travel downwards to look at my breasts. “Please you.”
“Yes she can,” I insist. The Witch just laughs and pulls her finger from beneath my chin. I keep my head high and watch and she waves her hand. Magic flows between her fingers and suddenly my hands are bound by her magic, anchored to unknown points in the room. Her magic pulls me into a sitting position, kneeling on the floor with my back straight and my head up. The Witch’s smile widens as she draws closer to me.
“I’ll show you how to truly pleasure someone, Y/N. But here, you’ll be the one pleasuring me. Understood?” I don’t say anything at first. I don’t want to give myself, any part of myself, to the Scarlet Witch. I want Wanda. But that just makes the Witch chuckle. She kneels in front of me again and brings her hand to my temple and tickles my skin with the tips of her fingers. “You will pleasure me. And you will be mine. Do you understand, Y/N?” The Witch’s magic works her way into my brain as she speaks. It forces my brain to think only one thing, to send only two words to my mouth, and for my mouth to say those two words.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” The Witch gnashes her teeth in front of my face excitedly. She tangles her fingers into my hair and pulls me close, kissing me. When I don’t kiss her back, the Witch’s grip tightens on my hair. “Open your mouth.” She commands, and I’m compelled by her magic to do so. With my mouth open she sticks her tongue inside, flicking my front teeth. She grabs tightly onto my neck and deepens the kiss. She moves one of her hands to my chest and pushes lightly. I fall back to sit on my haunches, the magical ropes straining against my wrists. The Scarlet Witch hikes her dress up and straddles me, her tongue continuing to explore my mouth.
As soon as she sits down, my thoughts start to change. She looks like Wanda, even if she doesn’t act like her, and I’d be lying to myself if I said this whole dominance thing wasn’t extremely attractive. What if I can satisfy her? Would she stay here with me and stop going after other Wandas if I can satisfy her? Maybe, but also maybe not. But it’s worth a try. So I will satisfy her, I’ll do whatever she asks of me.
And I’ll love it.
“Wanda…” I moan before I can stop myself. The Witch’s hand is at my throat in a second, squeezing hard to the point where I almost can’t breathe. I gasp for air, my eyes pleading the Witch to let me go. Her red eyes glow with irritation as she speaks.
“How many times do I have to tell you that she isn’t here anymore?” The words feel almost difficult for her to get out. “In here, you will address me as ma’am or my love. Understood?”
“I understand,” I say.
“Understand what?” The Scarlet Witch squeezes my throat. I cough, just to try and get some air in my lungs.
“I understand, ma’am.” I manage to squeak out.
“Good girl,” the Witch purrs as she loosens her grip on my throat. I gulp down air as she stares down at me, smiling. “Now I’m going to take off my dress. And I want you to suck on my tits.”
“But my arms…” I say, pulling against the magical restraints. “It’ll be hard to-”
“You’ll have to figure it out.” The Witch shrugs, magic swirling behind her. Then her dress starts to fall from her shoulders, settling around her waist and exposing her perfect breasts and nipples. Immediately I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth. I flick my tongue over the bud, licking and sucking at the protruding piece of skin. The Witch moans, bringing a hand up to squeeze her other nipple. She places her free hand on the back of my head, pressing me close to her skin. I fight against my restraints, needing to touch her. She chuckles above my head, clearly enjoying my struggle.
I switch to her other nipple, moving her hand away with my nose before taking her nipple in my mouth. I pinch the soft flesh gently between my teeth and flick my tongue over her bud, and I can feel her shiver on top of me. Her hand reflexively grips my hair tightly, yanking it back and causing me to pull her nipple even harder with my teeth. The sounds coming out of the Witch’s mouth tells me she enjoys the pain.
The Scarlet Witch yanks my hair hard, causing her nipple to pop out of my mouth and I breathe heavily as I look up at her. The Witch brings her mouth down onto mine and brings her hand up to capture my breast in her grasp again. She only kisses me for a moment before she trails down my jaw and neck, leaving bitemarks the whole way. I let out a little gasp with each prick of her teeth through my skin, and after each gasp, the Witch bites even harder. Until she gets to the top of my shirt. The hand on my breast reaches up and rips my shirt down to rest under my breasts, then she replaces her hand, making skin to skin contact with my breast.
“Oh, ma'am,” I moan as her lips connect with my nipple. She seems happy with my use of her name and starts grinding on me. That makes me moan even more, but the Witch stops what she’s doing at my extra noises and stands up, removing all contact with me. Wha-?” I whine, begging her with my eyes to come back. As she stands, her dress falls to the floor. She steps out of it and kicks it away from her. Underneath she’s wearing matching red lace panties. I can see that she’s starting to soak through. It looks exactly how I feel.
“Don’t you remember how I said you were going to please me?” She smirks. I nod. The Witch shakes her head. “Out loud, Y/n. Let me hear you.”
“Yes ma’am. I do.”
“Good.” The Witch hooks her index fingers in the waistband of her panties and shoves them around her ankles. She pulls one leg out and steps closer to me. “I know you and Wanda never had sex, but I’m assuming you have had sex with a woman before?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s what I thought.” Another step closer. My eyes are drawn to her pussy, shaven except for a little landing strip. She’s dripping, making my mouth water. She’s inches from me, and a sweet, earthly smell flows into my nostrils. I open my mouth slightly, a little saliva dripping from my lips. I turn my head quickly to wipe my mouth on my shoulder, but the Witch catches me by the chin and directs my attention back to her.
I look into her eyes as she parts my lips with her thumb and sticks her thumb inside. I close my lips around her finger while the Witch moves her finger over my tongue. Then she pops her finger out of her mouth and opens her hand to me.
“Spit.” She commands. I don’t waste any time spitting into her hand. She smiles as she brings her hand down to her pussy and rubs my spit through her folds and over her clit. “Not that I really need this for lubrication.” She bends down slightly as she brings her hand, now wet with my spit and her juices, back to my mouth and inserts two fingers. I moan at the taste of her on my tongue. The Witch takes her fingers out of my mouth and steps over me, my face at perfect pussy level. “Now show me what you’ve got.”
Eagerly I lean in, my tongue flicking out to test the waters. The Witch inhales, waiting. So I go deeper, swiping my tongue between her folds. The Witch moans, her hand gently caressing my face. The flat of my tongue spreads her folds apart and her juices drop down my throat. The Witch moans as I insert my tongue into her hole, spreading her walls apart. The Witch takes a sharp inhale, gripping onto my shoulder for a little balance. I wrap my upper lip over her clit, providing a little more stimulation. The Witch groans in pleasure, her nails digging into my skin. I can feel her body begin to shake over me, so I take my tongue out of her and start sucking on her clit. Her moans grow more audible as I play with her nerves until finally, her hands move to my hair and grip my roots tightly, helping her ride out her orgasm. The Scarlet Witch slathers my face with her slick, and I eat up every last bit of it.
The Witch, still coming down from her ride, steps backward and kneels in front of me, capturing my mouth with hers. She is ravenous in her greed, pushing me back with so much force that if I hadn’t been restrained I would have fallen onto my back. She moves one of her hands down and rubs my clit over my jeans, and suddenly everything I’m wearing from the waist down is gone.
“Ugh, I liked those boots,” I moan into her lips, and the Witch smiles. She pulls away, tapping my nose with a finger.
“They’ve only disappeared from your body. Be good, and you’ll get them back.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You’ve learned rather quickly.” I start to feel an unusual warmness between my legs, a warmness much different from my usual arousal. “I think it’s time to reward you.”
“Please, ma'am,” I say, pulling against the restraints. The Witch grabs between my legs, and there’s another unusual sensation. I look down to see she’s given me a dick, pretty much transparent with red magic flowing inside of it. I look up at her, questioning.
“Don’t worry, my love,” she purrs. “I haven’t gotten rid of anything. Just added something… a little magical.” She wraps a hand around the appendage and I gasp. I can feel her hand on the appendage as if it were my own. “This way, we can both feel the pleasure of me riding you.” The Witch wastes no time straddling me again and lowering herself onto the new part of me. She’s right, I can feel everything with this thing. My mouth opens in a silent gasp as I feel the inside of her, warm and tight, on my magical cock. It’s like a direct connection to my clit, sending all feelings of pleasure to my center.
The Witch kisses my neck as she grinds on me, and I can feel this cock pulsating inside of her. I struggle against my restraints, desperate to get my hands on her. One of the Witch’s hands is on the side of my head while the other one sits on my ribcage, right under my breast as she continuously pulls herself into me, riding on my magical dick.
“Please,” I beg her, pushing my neck as close to her mouth as I can. She bites me right on my carotid, then licks her bite marks.
“What is it, darling?” She plays coy, kissing my neck. “What is it that you-” the magical appendage attached to me twitches inside of her, causing her to gasp mid-sentence. She pauses her ride flush against me, her powerful legs supporting her stance. She bites down on my neck again as a second twitch moves in her, the noise that escapes her throat akin to a squeal. The noise almost makes me ready to come right then and there, but I want to last for her. I don’t know how well the magical cock will work after I finish, and I don’t want to disappoint her if I can’t perform.
“Please, ma’am, I want to touch you.” I whisper into her ear as I pull on the restraints. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m so close to you, yet I feel like I’m not close enough. Please, ma'am, please.”
“This is my show, Y/N.” The Witch licks up the side of my neck as she starts riding again, her thumb brushing against my breast. “I say when you get to do what. And right now, I want you to know what it feels like to suffer when the one you want most is so close that they’re unreachable.”
“No,” I groan, pulling against the restraints even harder. “No, please, I can’t take it, I need to-” Somehow, I manage to break the magical restraints. The Witch snaps her head up to look at my wrists, shocked. I don’t waste any time and wrap my arms around her, gripping her back tightly. Keeping my magical cock inside of her I flip the Witch onto her back and start to move my hips to pump inside her, one hand on the floor for stability while the other one goes to her neck. The Scarlet Witch boasts a wicked smile as I squeeze her windpipe.
“I knew you were powerful.” She chokes. “And breaking out of my magic… I think that proves we were meant to be together. Don’t you think, Y/N? You and me. Not that freak of nature Wanda.”
“She’s not a freak of nature,” I try to say the words forcefully, but it comes out as a groan as I push deeper inside of the Witch. She feels incredible. “I love her,” I murmur as I pull out and slam back into the Witch. I close my eyes and moan, my fingers tightening around her throat.
Suddenly I’m on my back, my arms and now my legs bound by the Witch’s Chaos magic. She’s straddled on top of me, the magical cock she’s gifted me hard as a rock inside of her. She starts to bounce up and down on the cock, her fingers now the ones curled around my throat. She squeezes tightly and opens her mouth, breathing heavily. Her eyes burn red, not just with Chaos magic, but with passion, intensity, and desire. She desires me, the Scarlet Witch desires me. But all I can think about is how much I desire Wanda.
“I told you,” the Witch growls, tightening her grip. “That I’m the one in charge. Why is that so hard for you to understand, Y/N?”
“Yes… ma’am…” I cough. The Witch smiles and lifts herself off of me. I whine as the cold air hits my cock, struggling once more against the restraints. She drags herself up my body and sits on my chest, her pussy wetting my breasts. The Witch lifts her hands from my neck just to grab my chin and force me to look at her.
“Since you decided to be a bad girl and disregard my orders, you’ve got to please me again before you can finish.” Her grin is wide as she watches my face contort into one of dissatisfaction. Not in pleasing her, per se, but in not getting to finish myself. She slides even further up my body until her pussy is directly on my mouth. But this time, things are a little different.
I feel something in my tongue, and then I can’t move it. My jaw is stuck open and my tongue is just out, flat, hanging down to my chin. The Witch starts to gyrate on my face, moving her pussy over my tongue. I moan, desperate to flick my tongue, suck on her clit, anything to feel like I’m giving her pleasure. The Witch’s moans aren’t enough, I need to be actively inside of her. I try to buck, to get her to understand, but my body won’t move either. I’m paralyzed on the ground, watching the Witch’s breasts bounce above me as she rides my tongue like a pro.
“Y/N, you’re absolutely masterful, aren’t you?” The Witch pants, sliding her pussy up my tongue in a way that makes my upper lip come into contact with her clit. She moans my name as she wiggles herself to get my tongue deep between her folds and her juices all over my chin. She moves her body down just slightly so she’s rubbing her clit on my tongue. She pushes her clit into my tongue, gasping in ecstasy. She humps my tongue, getting so aggressive with her movements that she leaves her slick as high up as my nose. Pretty soon she’s coming again, pouring everything she has directly into my mouth. My tongue becomes unfrozen and I immediately lap up her juices, chasing her orgasm. She stays where she is, riding my tongue to overstimulate her high. I do everything I can for her, sucking on her already swollen clit to plump it up more. When the Witch finally stops jerking, she slides back down my body until her ass backs against my magical cock. She moves her backside so the cock is brushing between her ass cheeks. The Witch licks my chin and kisses me. “You didn’t break free. That’s all I asked for. Maybe now I can reward you.”
“Yes, please,” I breathe, nodding my head. The Witch chuckles and raises her hindquarters, lowering herself once again on my magical cock. Her warm, wet pussy glides down effortlessly onto my dick and I moan, my head falling backwards. The Witch laughs as she slides her hands up my body, spreading her slick to my breasts before squeezing them. The Witch massages my breasts as she bounces up and down on my cock, bringing me closer to the edge.
“May I…” I gasp, almost unable to say anything at all. “May I… come…? Please, ma'am, I’m ready.”
“Yes, pet, I give you permission.” The Scarlet Witch purrs, digging her nails into the skin of my breasts. “Come inside me, get me pregnant!” I don’t have any time to question how I could possibly get her pregnant, since this is a magically fake dick and all, before I let go and release. I feel exactly how I imagine having a dick feels, with the build up and my juices shooting inside of her.
“Wanda!” I scream at my climax. “I love you!” I moan as I finish, coming down with the magical dick twitching inside of the Scarlet Witch’s pussy. I open my eyes and watch as the red glow from the Scarlet Witch’s eyes fade, returning to Wanda’s naturally beautiful green. Her body slouches as if something leaves it, the crown over her head disappears, and then she’s looking at me and at the restraints on me.
“Y/N?” She whispers, and I know Wanda is back. Her voice is nothing like the Scarlet Witch’s voice. It’s soft and kind, full of confusion and fear. “Y/N, where are we? What’s happening?” She looks down at our connected bodies and gasps. “Were we…?”
“Wanda,” I breathe, a smile creeping onto my face. “My God, it’s good to hear your voice again.” I shift on the ground, tugging on the restraints. “Listen, I’ll explain this, how we ended up here, everything. Just… maybe you can untie me first? And we could get dressed?”
“Yeah, yeah, sounds good.” Wanda slowly raises off of me and stands up. She gasps as she sees the magical dick. “What is that?”
“Once again, I’ll explain,” I nod, pulling at the restraints a second time. “After you disappear these? And also the dick, too, please. Some very impressive magic, but I very much like walking around with a pussy.”
“Yeah, I like you better that way, too.” Wanda chuckles, avoiding eye contact. She waves her hand, Chaos magic twisting between her fingers, and the restraints on my wrists and ankles, as well as the dick, disappears. I sit up, rubbing my wrists.
“Thanks, Wanda.” I say quietly.
“Don’t mention it,” she responds, looking around. Her eyes land on the dress that the Scarlet Witch had been wearing earlier. She looks at me, and her eyes immediately travel to my breasts, so she averts her gaze. “I… I’m sorry.”
“Wanda,” I whisper, stepping closer to her. I take her hands in mine and squeeze. “You don’t have to be sorry. I promise. I’d like it if you want to look at me.” Wanda doesn’t look up, so I look around for my clothes. I notice them in a pile a few feet away, so I walk over and pick up the jacket. I bring it back to Wanda and wrap it wound her shoulders, covering up her top half. “Here, take this. I’ll get dressed, and I can see if there are some sweats in here for you or something.” I rush back over to my clothes and get them on quickly, pulling on the jeans, shirt, and boots before I start looking around. After a few minutes, I find a matching set of black sweat pants and sweat shirt. I bring them over to her and place them in her arms, taking my jacket back. I turn around so she can change in private, throwing the jacket around my shoulders and putting my arms through. After a few moments, I feel a hand on my arm. I turn to see Wanda dressed, looking at me sheepishly.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hey, Wanda,” I say back, taking her hands again and pulling her close to me. “Are you okay? How are you feeling? Can you tell me the last thing that you remember?”
“Um, yes, a little weird but okay, and bringing down Wundagore. But nothing after.”
“Okay, okay, let’s sit,” I say, bringing her over to the bed. We sit on the edge, each with a leg up and tucked beneath us. Wanda lets go of my hands and brings hers into her lap. I don’t want to stop touching her now that I’ve finally got her back, so I place one hand on the calf that’s tucked on the bed and the other on the thigh that is hanging off the bed. “Alright, let’s recount the last few months.”
I begin to tell Wanda about what has been happening the last few months. I try to keep it as PG as I can, but Wanda isn’t stupid. So I end up telling her everything that happened. She’s horrified at what she’s done. She does, however, find a little solace in what I tell her about her fate in most other universes.
“So, Vision and me, that’s an exception to the rule?” She asks.
“Seems like it, yeah.” I nod.
“And in most universes, you and I are together?”
“But there’s no pressure for us to go home and be the same way,” I rush to tell her. “I’m cool with just being your friend.”
“Well, I’m not.” Her words surprise me, and I look into her eyes to find her genuine in her words. She reaches out and grabs the hand that’s sitting on her calf, squeezing my hand. “I want to go back and apologize to America. I want to face my punishment with Strange and see if he would be willing to help me… control my powers. And I want to do all of that with you by my side.”
“I’ll always be there for you, Wanda.” I take my hand off of her thigh and place it over hers. “I promise.” Wanda looks down at my lips quickly before looking back into my eyes.
“This might seem weird,” she says quietly, her shy persona from when she first joined the Avengers showing. “But I want to kiss you. And I realize you’ve already kissed me after this whole… Scarlet Witch detainee thing, but you haven’t really kissed me, you know? And I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I don’t think I can-” I quiet her down by leaning in and kissing her. It’s soft and gentle, not at all like how I kissed the Scarlet Witch. She takes her hands away from mine and wraps them around my shoulders, her hands resting tenderly on the back of my neck. I bring my hands to her waist and squeeze, my insides churning with an excitement that didn’t show itself with the Scarlet Witch.
I tug Wanda onto my lap by her hips. She unhooks her leg from underneath her body and wraps her legs around me so she’s sitting on my lap. Somehow, the kiss becomes more feverish without becoming more desperate, and there’s clearly a heat between us that has gone unexplored until now.
I break the kiss and nuzzle her neck, breathing in her smell.
“Y/N,” she says, her tone breathy and wanting. I place a single kiss on her neck.
“Not here, Wanda.” I whisper onto her neck. “This place is filled with her. And I only want you. Let’s go home. Strange will help you. You might have to try pretty hard to get back into America’s good graces, but you can do it, and I’ll help you.” I lift my head up and look into Wanda’s eyes. “Wanda, let’s go home.”
“I would like that very much, Y/N.” She whispers back. Wanda stands up from the bed, her hands trailing down until they reach mine, and she pulls me up. She wraps her arms around me and I hug her close. Wanda waves a hand in front of us, opening a portal.
“Wait,” I say as the portal forms. Wanda looks up at me. “We need to make a stop first.” Wanda smiles.
I knock on the door in front of me. After a few moments, the door opens and there’s a little girl standing in front of me.
“Mama?” She says, once again confused. “But how…?” I smile down at her.
“Would you please get your mommy for me, Ariel?” I ask her. She nods and heads back inside. A few moments later, Wanda 1856 comes to the door. She smiles when she sees me.
“Y/N! Oh, it’s so good to see you,” she takes a step onto the porch and wraps me in a hug. I hug her back tightly. When she lets go, she keeps a hold of my hands. “So everything is good, then?”
“I think so,” I nod, stepping to the side. I gesture behind me to where my Wanda stands at the edge of 1856’s yard by the street. My Wanda waves hesitantly, averting her gaze after she waves. I turn back to Wanda 1856, whose eyes are narrowed.
“There’s still darkness in her,” 1856 tells me. “I can sense it.”
“I know,” I nod. “But we’re going back to our universe, where our Strange will help her to control it. She won’t be a problem anymore. Besides,” I smile at 1856 me steps through the door, wrapping her arm around her Wanda. “She’s got me now. And not just in a friendly way.” I wink before turning and heading back to my Wanda. As I approach her I stick out my arms, taking her by the waist, pick her up, and spin her around. She laughs out loud as she’s in the air, a large, genuine smile on her face. Once she’s back on the ground, she wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her close by her waist and we kiss.
I wrap my arm around Wanda’s shoulders as she magics a portal behind us. Once she’s done that, she turns to face 1856 with me. She sees the 1856 versions of ourselves at the door, and I watch her smile grow bigger. Then, from inside the house, Ariel bursts between them and runs to the porch railing, climbing on it to wave goodbye. My Wanda gasps and turns to me, her hand flying to my chest.
“That’s their kid?” She whispers to me. I nod.
“Yeah,” I whisper back. “Her name is Ariel. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she is,” Wanda says with awe. I look down at her, watching her look longingly at Ariel. “Do you think… Do you think that we could have one of those?”
“Whenever you’re ready, my love.” I say. She looks up at me and smiles. Then we turn and walk towards the portal. At its edge I stop and turn, taking in one last look at the life of Y/N 1856. She and Wanda have walked up to their railing, standing on either side of their daughter. 1856 me waves, and I wave back. Then I turn my attention back to my Wanda and walk with her through the portal back to Earth-616.
wanda punishing her cute little sub (you) in front of her voyeuristic wife, natasha. this is done consensually of course and oh, how they both relish in your squirming.
you’d been wanda’s submissive for close to a year now. you were officially hers, but you respected and listened to natasha just as much as you did wanda. however, natasha had never been included in a scene.
that is, until now.
it was mere weeks ago you finally admitted to wanda how you’d grown more and more curious about what it’d be like to include her wife. wanda was inexplicably excited to hear this revelation, though she kept most of her reaction to herself.
now the moment was here, your arms bound from your wrists to your elbows above your head, a spreader bar keeping your legs apart as wanda held a vibrator firmly against your weeping pussy. natasha was sitting at the end of the bed, her eyes dancing with fire as she smirked at the scene before her.
wanda was edging you, making you count each ruined orgasm as she gave them to you. when your whines became too loud, she would slip two fingers inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue effectively gagging you.
occasionally she would coo at you.
“what a good girl.”
“you sound so pretty when mommy is edging you like this.”
“you like ‘tasha watching you like this? hmm?”
“she looks awful cute with tears running down her face like that.”
you were completely flushed—whining and writhing. with both sets of eyes on you, you felt like a masterpiece and wanda was painting you beautifully—ruining you so perfectly right in front of her wife. you couldn’t help but glance at natasha every couple minutes or so, each time rewarded with the most beautiful, hungry eyes. she looked like she wanted to absolutely devour you and that drove you insane.
in the back of your mind, you hoped someday she would. to be ruined by both women would be a genuine pleasure.
Darkish Wanda x Reader, Non con, Ejaculating Strap
- Dark Mommy Wanda breaking into your apartment at midnight to give you your birthday gift. Well, does it really count as breaking in if you left your bedroom window cracked open?
- She sees you asleep in bed wearing absolutely nothing. Goodness, is it your birthday or hers? Wanda amuses in the sight of your hard nipples and the goosebumps running along your body.
- Mommy Wanda wastes no time in getting her hand inside those surprisingly wet panties. Seems you were looking forward to this just as much as her. “That’s it, you little slut,” as she circles your clit with her fingers. “Stay nice and quiet for Mommy”.
- Mommy Wanda couldn’t leave you empty for long, she rips off your panties without hesitation, entering into you with a strap she bought to mark this special day. She spent her time carefully searching and selecting the perfect strap for you. The perfect size.
- Mommy Wanda delights at the cute whines leaving your mouth. She enters you quickly, bottoming out completely and leaving you no time to adjust before she begins to move inside you. A shiver runs through her at the sight of her strap disappearing into your hole.
- Your tight pussy clenching onto her, she begins to rut into you at an animalistic pace. “Fuck, so tight. Take it. You take what I give you,” she purrs softly into your ears as she pushes into you deeper and deeper. “Mommy has a present for you.”
- She brings you closer to the edge, grunting and moaning as she pounds into you roughly. Placing her hand around your neck, she squeezes slightly with a hungry look in her eyes.
- “Happy birthday baby,” she groans out finally as she cums, the thick substance shooting into your pussy, coating your inner walls. Filled to the brim with her, her cum begins to leak down your thighs. You are entirely soaked and ruined.
“Oh baby you are such a good girl for me.” Wanda says as you are lying between her thighs, carefully lapping at her dripping folds. You whine and cry, needing her to take care of the ache between your own thighs as well. “Fuck, you’re so innocent and inexperienced, mommy will have to train you more and teach you how to eat mommy out properly.” Her hand comes down, pushing you down, to force you to eat her out better, not caring about your cries for her to stop and take care of you.
a/n; totally not ovulating, but this is probably the dirtiest fic i’ve wrote in a while :p
lmk if i missed something!!
the sun rose in the sky, its bright hues visible in tiny gaps of the heavy velvet curtains in the bedroom, creating thin needles of gold.
you stared back at the curtains, wishing that last nights interaction was just a realistic nightmare—it’s not. and you knew it, but you were still hopeful nonetheless.
it wasn’t long before a familiar sensation bloomed between your legs, a throbbing, aching heat practically begging to be taken care of.
your omega biology was petulant and reactive to the saturated alpha scent that clung to you, and every expensive inch of the bedroom.
you shifted under the silk sheets, the fabric merciless against your sensitive and heated skin.
you knew better than to disobey your doctor, flashbacks of the cold concrete floor and the chilly atmosphere flooded your mind, as well as her promise. her tone alone scared you, so you’ve decided a shower would be the best solution to wash away your sinful thoughts.
you get up to the bathroom, the cold floor merciless against your bare feet.
you enter the bathroom, forgetting to check the water setting and hiss when the hot water burned your hand, its steam like a physical weight.
you immediately dialed it to cold and discarded your clothes, stepping in to the freezing water while shivering.
you allow the chill to run down your body, as if it’s truly erasing yesterdays memory, yet deep down, you knew it wasn’t wanda and her sudden odd possessiveness that scared you, it’s how much you craved it; you craved her, you craved her touch in hopes she wouldn’t keep teasing you with lingering touches that barely lasted a second.
you wanted to feel her body against yours, her tantalizing sweet words echoing through your mind as she praises you for how good you’re being for her.
no—you shouldn’t like it, you shouldn’t even think of her that way, you’re practically falling right into her trap, you thought, sighing to yourself.
the water continued running down your spine, yet the heated ache never left. it was deep inside you, a needy pulse that the cold couldn’t reach, a biological betrayal that not even ice-water could extinguish.
you turn off the water, stepping out both dripping and shivering as you grab a nearby towel and desperately wrap it around yourself.
you stare at the mirror. your face was flushed, eyes wide and dark with a hunger you can’t control like you used to.
you debated wether to break her rule or not; she isn’t here, so she wouldn’t know. but doing things behind her back already felt like betraying both her and yourself.
“fuck it.”
you muttered under your breath, the frustration in your captivity finally snapping your restraint. you drop the now damp towel onto the ground and climb the marble surface near the sink, the cold stone biting into your thighs.
your fingers ran low, lower until it reached your stomach, and eventually your desired spot, your heat.
your cheeks start blooming in pink as you start rubbing your pussy, you gather your wetness and smudge it around before pumping in one finger into your sweet, tight hole.
you throw your head back in pleasure as you stare the bright ceiling right above you.
you let out a ragged, shallow breath. eyes fluttering shut as your finger curls inside your slick heat.
the sensation was almost overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the sterile silence of the mansion. you were so focused in your own pleasure—the one that almost felt more sinful that it actually was, desperate to chase the release you weren’t even allowed to have, you almost missed the shift in the rooms energy.
the air grey heavy, a surprising tension when you thought you were alone.
in the reflection of the mirror, just behind the steam still clinging to the edges of the glass, stood a dark shadow.
it was a silhouette draped in a scarlet red, standing perfectly still just behind the doorframe, your heart hammered against your ribs, a jolt of pure adrenaline freezing your hand in place.
you pry your eyes open, staring at the reflection, but the door was empty, the shadow vanished just as quickly as it appeared, leaving nothing but a deafening silence and an eerie feeling behind. your spine ran cold, but you blamed it on the guilt, it was true it felt euphoric, but you wouldn’t dare continue.
shivering, you scrambled off the marble counter and put on whatever clothes wanda placed on the bed.
every thread of the fabric felt like a brand, a reminder of who owns the body you wear, and the soul you hold.
the dining room was clean, polished, and had a long luxurious table that you swore nobody sitting on the other side could hear what you said. wanda was already sat on the head of the table, her eyes fixated on you like she knew what you did earlier, a predator watching its prey.
“you’re late for breakfast,”
she says, her voice low, but the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk.
“i’ll let that slide, it’s your first day.”
you sit down next to her, being greeted by a small plate of perfectly preached eggs and a purple-colored herbal tea.
“it’ll help with the..lower tummy ache.”
wanda says, you raise your head to look at her, tilting your head confusedly. “the tea, it’ll help with the ache.” she said almost nonchalantly as she ate her meal with such etiquette.
“how did you know?” you mutter, looking down at your plate, not daring to look at her again.
“i know all medicines needed for my patients—“
“—i’m not a patient, wanda!”
you snapped, your voice echoing off the high vaulted ceiling.
“i’m not a doll you can just fix, i dont need you, i don’t need your medicine, and i dont want to be safe if it means getting buried alive in this house.”
you stopped, it’s like the words you just said hit you, you try to apologize, but wanda immediately stops you, her posture remaining poised.
“i see.”
wanda hums, “though, you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you; even when you’re starving.” she continues, letting go of her fork.
“if you cant show gratitude, you don’t have a place on the table.” her voice darkens.
“off to your bedroom, now. you need to learn a lesson of respect.”
wanda taunted, her predatory gaze never leaving.
you felt your heartbeat quicken, your heat becoming more unbearable by the second just by her strict tone.
you got up from your chair, not wasting another second, and practically ran to your bedroom as wanda watched your every move.
after you, she simply stood up, the legs of her chair scraping against the polished floor with a bone-snapping sound.
she followed you elegantly, taking her sweet time whilst her heels clicked on the floor softly with every step she took.
after what felt like forever, wanda finally arrived to your bedroom.
“strip,”
she commands.
you take off your clothes, leaving only your undergarments. wanda raises her eyebrow and you understood, immediately take them off as well, slower this time.
“tease.” she mutters under her breath, “get on the bed, detka”
she says, her voice so thick with her accent it just made you want—no, need her more.
you obediently lay on the bed, spreading your legs not too much, but just enough before you heard her mutter a spell, red wisps of magic suddenly yanked your hands up to the bedpost, tying them in place, you didn’t have time to react before she created a makeshift blindfold that tied itself around your head.
“shh, don’t worry,” wanda whispers, placing a soft kiss on your neck, right below your ears.
“i’ll be gentle.”
you could feel her smirk against your skin as her voice turned a bit darker.
she slowly starts rubbing your clit, you let out a soft moan as your legs open willingly. she collects your wetness, spreading your slick over your little leaking cunt.
she bit harder into your neck to hear more of the pretty noises you made. your hips buck willingly and your fingers dig into the bedsheets desperately.
“look at you” she murmurs into your neck, “so needy,” she continues circling your clit.
“and let me guess, is this all for me?” she asks,
“or was it because of that little performance you did in the bathroom?”
her tone darkened, your breath hitched, and it was just like your voice stuck before you even said anything. she continued rubbing your pussy, faster this time, and you couldn’t help but let out a high pitched moan.
“that’s it. dumb little bunny who can’t even think straight just by getting her pussy rubbed.” wanda mocks, she pressed harder, her the palm of her hand flattening against you, completely ignoring how your thighs trembled and how your voice shook as you tried to plead.
as much as it felt good, it wasn’t enough. you needed her fingers inside you, you needed her inside you, you wanted to feel her throbbing, the thought of her breeding you bought unexplainable euphoric pain in you.
“wanda—“
“what’s my name?”
“..doctor?”
wanda shook her head, slowing the pace of her fingers that didn’t even provide enough stimulation in the first place.
“mommy?”
“good girl.” wanda smiled proudly,
you whimper, obviously trying to say something but not doing so.
“is my baby gonna use her words?”
“need..need you inside me” you muttered.
wanda slowed for a second, as if thinking to herself, before thrusting two fingers inside of you, making your hips jolt up and squeal.
“can’t even handle two fingers and you already want mommy’s strap?”
you nodded frantically, your hips started rocking back and forth, copying the same rhythm her fingers were thrusting.
your pussy clenched around her fingers, she could feel it,
“oh? already close?”
wanda coos, she curled her fingers just right, you were finally about to cum before she took her fingers out, you start sobbing frantically.
there was a sudden silence that filled the room, you could then hear wanda opening the drawer and unbuckling her pants, your thoughts were suddenly cut off when she started circling the tip of her cock in your entrance.
your hips try to chase the toy, desperate and whimpering. but wanda pulls away and slaps your inner thigh lightly.
“ah ah” she scolds, pressing a hand to your stomach to keep you still. “be patient, detka..and use your words.” she smirks to herself, she knew you were too frustrated to speak, but still did. “please! need you inside me so bad..!”
“good girl.” she praises; then pushes the toy in slowly, watching the crimson red strap disappearing inside you inch by inch.
the stretch makes you moan, head falling back to the mattress. wanda presses a kiss to your jaw,
“that’s it, sweet thing, take it.”
wanda praises softly. she pulls out almost entirely before snapping her hips forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has your breath hitching. she chuckles, her hand trailing teasingly down your stomach,
“look at you,” she says, starting to rub your clit
“taking mommy so well..” she slams back in, harder this time, setting a ruthless pace that has you crying out, back arching against the bed.
her thrusts mixed with her fingers was something truly heavenly; but it made you overstimulated—it was just too much, yet wanda ignores your whimpers and cries, desperate to fill you up with her seed.
“mommy’s gonna breed you,” she says, holding your legs up for better access, so you’re spread-eagle on the bed.
you cry out in both pleasure and pain, “shhh, stop crying sweetheart, you wanted this didn’t you? wanted to be fucked into the mattress with mommy’s strap.”
she continued her relentless thrusts “yes—but you’re too big! and it’s too much..” you whine, she growls in response,
“no, it’s your fault for being so tight. now be a good girl and take whatever mommy gives you, i know you can.”
her voice softened slightly, but her movements didn’t.
she wanted you to be full, so full of her cum you wouldn’t walk the next day—or the day after.
“DONT—don’t stop! don’t stop just keep going!”
you scream, wanda continued her unapologetic, relentless thrusts of her hips and continued rubbing your clit.
with one last moan, you squirt on her cock and her fingers, it felt euphoric, yet wanda kept going until she came inside you, painting your walls white, her movements animalistic.
“that was..that was good.” you manage to say out of breath, wanda muttered a spell and freed both your hands from the cuffs along with the blindfold.
“you did so good, detka.”
wanda says softly, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“better than your fingers alone, hm?” she teases and you chuckle shyly to yourself, she crawls on the bed next to you and holds you in her arms.
“see? i’m the only one who can solve all your problems, detka.. just rely on me. let me take care of you, just don’t do anything behind my back again.”
she says strictly, and you nod in acknowledgement.
“Shh, sweet girl, no grinding yet,” she whispers, her hand cupped between your legs, slender fingers sliding through the slick that had been accumulating.
It’s been close to an hour, and you’ve been spread on the couch for the entire time, whining and begging in that sweet, pouty voice of yours. The need is churning inside you, your bottom lip red from the many times you’ve bitten it.
“P-please, Mommy—“
“Ah-ah,” Wanda tsks, pinching your clit. It’s a gentle reminder to stay still, but on your swollen, sensitive clit it feels like torture. “Mommy’s not done playing, my darling.”
Maybe she’ll finally decide to take mercy on you and sustain pressure on your clit. Maybe she’ll even slip a finger or two inside you. Or maybe she’ll continue her inspection for another hour, and all you’ll be able to do is take it.
Everyone thinks that she is in control, I mean, she buys you everything, and you're constantly around her (as her personal assistant, of course), blushing when she looks at you and smiling when she grazes you with her fingers.
But as soon as you're behind closed doors, Wanda loses her composure, her strict, domineering expression fading as she begs you to turn off the vibrator gently buzzing against her swollen clit. You've been fiddling with the settings for about two hours now, and she almost slipped up in a meeting when you made the vibrations spike.
You simply tell her to be good and that you'll reward her when you get home, before smirking at her and exiting the office. You have your own work to attend to, after all.
The second you're home, Wanda is on her knees, not caring if her nice pencil skirt gets dirty, her eyes pleading with you as you nonchalantly make your way to the bedroom, simply ordering her to crawl after you.
Thinking about married, sexually repressed milf Wanda x beefy fuckboy reader who coaches her sons' soccer team... (disclaimer: R has a penis)
Wanda's eyes were on them since the very first practice. She sat on the bleachers, eyes darting between her sons, wildly running around, and their coach, looking like they came straight from her wet dreams.
When she saw the way their sweaty muscles glistened in the sunlight, she felt her pussy throb. It had been too long since she got any action. Vision was a good father, but a useless husband.
At the second practice, Wanda made sure to wear a low-cut top and flaunt her hospitality and charm, approaching them before practice with a Gatorade in hand, making sure to "adjust" her revealing top as she spoke, "Thank you so much for doing this, hun. A young buck like you could be doing so many things on a Saturday, but you're here, helping the kids."
They knew what Wanda wanted; dozens of women just like her had approached them before, but none had been as alluring and sexy as she was. They took the drink and thanked her, looking her up and down, making sure she knew they were also interested.
Finally, when the kids had a water break, Wanda was back in the coach's office, legs spread, the coach's long, dextrous fingers pumping in and out of her soaked cunt. She was already trembling, fingers digging into their muscular back, whimpering like a virgin. "Don't stop, please... I need this so badly."
Her pussy throbbed around their fingers as their thumb went up to rub her clit, legs shaking as she heard their low, husky voice whisper, "Cum for me, pretty girl. You deserve it." It had been years since someone talked to her like that... maybe never. They could feel Wanda's face buried in their shoulder after she came, and they pretended they couldn't hear her muffled tears.
After the boys' first real game, Wanda sent them home with Vision, who was none the wiser, and went to fool around with their sexy coach. Soon enough, she was propped up in the back seat of their car, legs resting on their shoulders as they ate her out ravenously, growling and groaning at how divine she tasted. "I could eat this gorgeous pussy all day."
Their words made her squirm, grabbing their hair and grinding her cunt against their face, which they happily accepted. "Fuck, keep eating mommy's pussy, just like that."
When she came, they made a show of licking both her and their fingers clean, leaning down to give her clit one final kiss. As they looked up at her reverently, her juices dripping down her chin, she knew she was fucked.
And that's how she ended up here, bent over the bed she shares with her husband, mind all dizzy and fucked out, getting pounded by her sons' soccer coach, whimpering like a needy slut. "Harder, baby, please... mommy loves feeling your cock stretching her out."
She knew she should be feeling remorse when she felt their load shoot inside her, but all she felt was happiness when they leaned, kissing her back, mumbling, "You did so good, mommy. You took me so well. I'm so proud of you."
She was in too deep, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not when she was finally getting what she needed for so many years.
