Hi! My name is Mao, Im 34. I bounce from one hyperfixation to the next. Men and minors DNI. All of the fandoms and all of the ships. I will get to them in time, and will come to love them all. So bring it. Send me new fandoms/ships!
Trying my hand at writing for the first time in like.. a decade and a half.
I see other people create master lists for the sake of simplicity so I'm going to try to do that here? Not super familiar with Tumblr beyond reading other people's fanfiction and reblogging them.
This may seem obvious but minors, DNI. There be inappropriate content here for you.
Mom was the one who brought it up. I was drying dishes after dinner, the kitchen warm from the stove and the smell of tortillas still hanging in the air, when she glanced over at me.
“You know,” she said casually, “Wanda mentioned you staying over sometime.”
My hands froze around the plate.
Dad looked up from the table. “A sleepover?” he asked, amused.
Mom laughed. “Well, maybe not like little girls. But a girls’ night.”
Heat crept up my neck. “I… guess.”
She smiled. “I think it’d be good for you. If she helps with those panic spells.”
The lie still hurt every time. But now it had grown roots.
Dad nodded. “Long as you tell us where you are.”
“I will.”
Mom dried her hands and pointed upstairs. “Go pack a bag.”
I forced a small smile and nodded, my pulse already racing.
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By sunset, I was standing on Wanda’s porch with a duffel bag over my shoulder. This time I didn’t have to sneak. That somehow made it feel more dangerous. The front door swung open before I knocked. Wanda smiled when she saw me. Her hair was down, soft around her shoulders, and she wore jeans and a loose cream blouse with the sleeves rolled up.
“There’s my girl.”
The words still made my stomach twist. I stepped inside.
She took my bag from me and set it by the stairs. “Hungry?”
“Always.”
She laughed. “Good. You’re helping.”
Dinner was simple—homemade chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans. She moved around the kitchen like she’d done it a thousand times, and I followed her, handing her things, brushing shoulders, stealing glances. Every touch lingered. Every look meant something. By the time we sat down to eat, it felt less like visiting. More like belonging.
Wanda watched me over her glass. “You look comfortable here.”
I swallowed. “I am.”
Her smile softened. “Good.”
After dinner, we washed dishes together, my sleeves rolled up beside hers. At one point, she bumped my hip. “You missed a spot.”
I looked down at the plate. “It’s clean.”
She grinned and winked at me. “I know.”
I rolled my eyes. Her hand slipped briefly over the small of my back. It still makes my breath hitch.
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Later, we settled into the living room. The old television glowed while a VHS played low, some romance Wanda said she liked but barely watched. I sat curled on one end of the couch with a blanket over my legs. Wanda sat beside me, one hand on my thigh. She poured us each a glass of wine. Mine first. I stared at it.
She laughed. “It won’t kill you.”
“Never had wine before.” I admit.
She smiled into her glass. “It’s not for everyone sweetheart, you don’t have to.”
I drank anyway. And we talked, really talked. About college, her boys, the quiet of her house, the dreams we used to have before life became smaller. Neither of us noticed but at some point, the movie ended. The room had gone dark except for the lamp beside us. Wanda leaned back against the couch.
“What do you think this is?” she asked quietly.
I looked at her before I figured it out. Us.
The question sat heavy. “I don’t know… I never thought I’d get this far.”
Her eyes searched mine but she smiled. “And you want it.” It wasn’t a question.
I nodded. “Yes.”
She looked away for a moment. “When I was younger,” she said, “I thought life would look different. Bigger. More… full.”
Her fingers traced the rim of her wine glass.
“And now?”
She smiled sadly. “Now I think maybe I missed my chance.”
I reached for her hand. “You didn’t.”
Her eyes lifted. “No?”
I shook my head. “Not if I’m here.”
Something in her expression cracked. Softened. She set her glass down. Then leaned over and kissed me. Slow, warm and soft. Like she’d been waiting all night. I kissed her back. Her hand slid into my hair, holding me there while mine found her waist. The kiss deepened, slow and searching.
When she pulled back, her forehead rested against mine. “You make me feel young again.”
I smiled. “You make me feel brave.”
She kissed my forehead. “Come on.” She stood and took my hand. “Bed.”
Her room smelled like lavender and clean linen. She handed me one of her oversized shirts to sleep in. It hung on me like a dress. When I stepped out of the bathroom, she smiled at the sight. “Fits you babygirl.”
I laughed. “Barely.”
We climbed into bed beside each other, facing one another in the dark. The only light came from the moon through the curtains. For a while, we just talked. The kind of talking that only happens in the dark.
“What did you want your life to be like?” she asked.
I stared at her. “I don’t know. Bigger, I guess.”
She smiled. “That sounds familiar.”
I traced the blanket between us. “What about you?”
She was quiet. Then— “I thought I’d be loved louder.”
The answer hurt. I reached for her hand under the blanket. She held it tight. “What if this doesn’t last?” I whispered.
Wanda moved closer. Until our foreheads touched. “Then we keep it while we can.”
My chest tightened. I didn’t want “while we can.” I wanted more.
She kissed my cheek. “Stay close.”
I nodded. Always. That’s what I wanted to say, but her lips crashing into mine didn’t let me say it aloud.
The kiss deepened almost immediately, turning from gentle and soft into something hungry and desperate. I felt a surge of adrenaline, a mixture of terrifying nerves and an overwhelming need for her. I didn't want to wait for her to lead anymore; I wanted to be the one to claim this moment. For once.
I shifted, pressing my body firmly against hers, my hands sliding from her waist to the hem of the oversized shirt she’d given me. I pulled back just an inch. "I... I want you," I whispered, my voice trembling.
Wanda’s eyes glowed in the moonlight, her expression melting into something predatory yet tender. "I'm yours, so show me, sweetheart," she murmured.
I leaned back in, capturing her lips with a sudden intensity. I kissed her hard, my tongue pushing past her lips to taste her. My hands scrambled, tugging her clothes off. I was clumsy, my fingers shaking, but Wanda helped me, her own hands sliding under my shirt to squeeze my breasts. I let out a sharp moan into her mouth, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. We stripped each other with a frantic energy, clothes being tossed across the room. When we were both naked, the cool air hit my skin, but the heat radiating from Wanda was like a furnace. She looked breathtaking— so beautiful, mature, and radiating a confidence that made me feel small and cherished all at once. I pushed her back onto the pillows, my heart hammering against my ribs. I break the kiss to travel down her neck, kissing the sensitive skin just below her ear, then moving lower. I trailed my lips over her collarbone, my tongue licking the valley between her breasts. I could hear her breath hitching, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, her voice husky. "Just like that."
I moved lower, my kisses becoming more urgent. I licked a path down her stomach, savoring the softness of her skin, until I reached the edge of her lace panties. I didn't hesitate; I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, exposing her wet, swollen folds to the moonlight.
I’d never done this before, but instinct took over. I parted her lips with my fingers and leaned in, my tongue flicking against her clit. Wanda let out a loud, sharp gasp, her hips bucking off the bed.
"Oh god... Y/N..."
I dove deeper, swirling my tongue around her nub, sucking it into my mouth while my fingers slid inside her, feeling how drenched she was. I focused on the rhythm, licking her faster and harder, mimicking the movements I'd only ever imagined. I wanted her to feel everything.
"Yes! Right there!" Wanda cried out, her voice straining. "You're so good at this... such a good girl for mommy. Keep going, baby, don't stop!"
Hearing her call herself 'mommy' sent a wave of heat through me, making me throb. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue working tirelessly against her clit, sucking and licking until Wanda’s entire body went rigid. She screamed into the quiet room, her thighs clamping tight around my head as she suffered a violent, crashing orgasm that left her shaking and breathless.
She collapsed back into the pillows, panting, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She reached down, stroking my hair with a loving touch. "You took such good care of mommy," she whispered, her voice dripping with affection. "Now it's my turn to take care of you."
She rolled me over with effortless strength, pinning me beneath her. I looked up at her, my chest heaving, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured, her eyes scanning my body. She leaned down, following the same movements I did except slower. When her tongue first hit my clit, I let out a loud, piercing cry, my back arching off the mattress. It was too much—too intense. I had no idea that a single touch could feel like a lightning strike.
"Shhh, just relax for mommy baby," she whispered against my skin, her breath hot. "Just let it happen. You're doing so well, sweetheart."
She began to lick me with a slow, deliberate precision, her tongue swirling around my opening before focusing entirely on my clit. I was sobbing now, not from sadness, but from the sheer overload of sensation. I reached down, my fingers clutching her hair, pulling her closer.
"Please... Wanda... please..."
"Call me mommy, baby," she commanded, her voice muffled against my thighs. "Tell mommy what you want."
"Please, Mommy, I need you so badly.” I beg.
Wanda groaned and shifted, sliding one hand between my legs. She used two fingers, slick with my own juices, and pushed them slowly into me. I gasped, a sharp sting of pressure hitting me, but as she pushed deeper, the sting turned into a fullness.
As she broke past my barrier she gasped softly, “oh sweetheart.. Am I your first?”
I nod with a low grunting moan as I try to get used to the feeling of her in me. She keeps her fingers still inside me as she praises me and kisses my thighs, “My sweet girl, so brave letting me in. You’re taking me so well”
I squirm for a bit before I adjust to her and she smiles, “I’m gonna move now sweetheart.”
She slowly pulls her fingers out before pushing back in. "You're so tight, baby... so perfect," she praised, her voice vibrating against my inner thigh. She began to pump her fingers in and out of me, her thumb simultaneously grinding against my clit.
The combination was lethal. I felt a tension building in my lower belly, a coil tightening tighter and tighter. I was shaking, my breath coming in short, jagged sobs.
"That's it, give it to mommy," she urged, her fingers speeding up, stretching me open, filling me completely. "Cum for me, baby. Let it go for me."
I couldn't hold it back anymore. With one final, deep thrust of her fingers and a sharp flick of her tongue, I exploded. My first orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, a blinding white light that crashed through my entire body. I screamed, my muscles contracting violently around her fingers, my vision blurring as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through me.
I collapsed into the sheets, sobbing and laughing all at once, completely spent. Wanda crawled up my body, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight against her chest. She kissed my forehead, her scent of lavender and sex enveloping me.
"There we go," she whispered, rocking me gently. "Mommy's got you. You did so well, sweetheart. You're all mine now."
—
Slowly, I closed my eyes. Her hand stayed tangled with mine. And for the first time in a long time— I slept easy.
—
The sound of a key in the front door woke me. My eyes snapped open. Dark room, red numbers on the clock.
1:17 a.m.
Wanda stirred beside me. Then— The front door opened. Heavy footsteps. A suitcase rolling over wood floors. A man’s voice cut through the silence.
Low. Familiar.
“Wanda?”
My blood ran cold. Beside me, Wanda went completely still. Then came the words neither of us were ready for.
Summary: To calm your nerves about an upcoming date, Wanda teaches you how to be with a woman.
Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; stepmom!wanda, submissive top!reader, dominant bottom!wanda, guided touching, praise kink, fingering (w receiving), oral (w receiving)
A/N: I think this is one of my longest fics yet, I almost made it a two part but decided to grind and finish it as one. I hope you all enjoy this one, it was so fun for me to write!
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Music played from the speaker in your room as you tried to study, desperately needing some kind of distraction from your wandering thoughts.
Your father was away on another business trip, not that you could’ve relied on him for emotional support anyway, but the house was quieter in his absence, leaving you alone with your thoughts for now.
You felt anxious and uncertain, having just recently been asked on a date for the first time since you started college. It was one of your classmates, Carol, a gorgeous blonde who you had spent a lot of time sharing notes with over the semester.
The problem was you had almost no experience with dating women or anything beyond that and it made you feel insecure, especially knowing that most of the people in your age group were already miles ahead of you.
You had never been with a woman, not because the thought wasn’t appealing to you or the opportunity hadn’t presented itself, but because you’d spent the last few years harboring feelings for your stepmother, Wanda. It was hard to want to be intimate with anyone else, not when you wanted her so badly.
Wanda was everything your father wasn’t - attentive, caring, loving, supportive. She always knew when something was wrong and always provided her support when you needed it, while your father was usually in a different state at some conference or on some type of work-related trip. Even when he was around, you still felt closer to Wanda, something about her just drew you in, besides your obvious attraction to her.
But you were considering Carol’s offer, in fact, you gave her a really promising answer, implying a “yes” when she asked you out. You couldn’t keep lusting after a married woman, especially not a woman who filled the role as your stand-in mother, and you couldn’t keep missing out on life experiences because of it. So you agreed to go on the date, hoping it would work out as a distraction from Wanda, a reprieve from your one-sided feelings, a way to move forward and create something special with someone else.
While the decision should’ve made you feel better, proud of yourself even for trying something new and taking your mind off of Wanda, it only made you more anxious. There was still the problem of lacking experience with women. What if you weren’t good enough for Carol? You were worried that you wouldn’t be any good at dating a woman, particularly when it came to sex, having never done anything like that with one before. You’d never even kissed a girl properly, only having shared a drunk makeout session with a friend in your freshman year.
As your thoughts consumed you, you realized you’d been reading the same paragraph over and over again in your textbook, unable to focus on studying, unable to distract yourself from your own insecurities.
With a huff, you closed the textbook and flopped back against your pillows, wishing you could turn your brain off.
Wanda chose that moment to come in, knocking lightly before pushing the door open the rest of the way so she could enter. “Everything okay?” She asked gently, noticing your obvious frustration.
You opened your eyes and sat up slowly. “Yeah, I just can’t focus on studying,” you responded. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it also wasn’t the full truth either. Unfortunately, Wanda, always so attentive, could tell something was off.
“Are you sure?” She questioned, approaching the bed and taking a seat on the edge beside you. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
You nodded, sighing. “Yeah, thank you Wanda.” You paused, taking a moment to decide whether or not you wanted to talk to her about your current situation. You felt nervous telling her about it, but it really was bothering you, so you figured it couldn’t hurt. “It’s just… someone asked me on a date, a girl, and I said yes, but I have no idea what I’m doing.” You felt Wanda’s unwavering gaze on you as you looked down at your lap. “I’ve never been with a woman before.”
The words came out quieter than you intended, practically a mumble, but Wanda still heard what you said.
“Oh sweetheart, that’s okay,” Wanda cooed, trying to be reassuring despite the pang of jealousy she felt at the thought of you going on a date with some college girl. “We all start somewhere.”
You looked at her and sighed. “I know, I just… what if I’m not good at it?”
“Good at what, malysh?” She asked for clarification.
“At any of it,” you answered, your gaze shifting back to your lap. Her intimidating green eyes never left you and it made you even more nervous, as if the conversation itself wasn’t already making you feel vulnerable.
“Have you been with men before?” Wanda asked, taking a different route.
“Sort of.” You shrugged, still not making eye contact.
“Well, it’s kind of like that, but better,” Wanda said with a smirk, her words making your eyes snap up to meet hers, a shocked expression on your face.
“You- you’ve been with women?” You couldn’t stop the words before they left your mouth.
“Of course,” Wanda replied nonchalantly. “Just because I’m with your dad now doesn’t mean I only like men.”
You felt mixed emotions at the new information, arousal pooling in your lower belly at the thought of Wanda being interested in women, combined with jealousy and disappointment at the thought of her being interested in women that weren’t you.
“I- I didn’t know,” you mumbled, not sure what to say as your thoughts raced.
“It never came up,” Wanda said simply. “But because of my past experiences, I can probably help you,” she started. “What do you want to know, detka?”
A few moments ago you had a million questions, but now that your incredibly beautiful and definitely not straight stepmom was asking you directly what you wanted to know, you were drawing a blank.
“I-” you tried, but you couldn’t think of anything to ask without embarrassing yourself. “I don’t know, I’m not sure what I’m doing exactly.” You settled on the safest option, even though it was still somewhat embarrassing to admit your inexperience to Wanda.
“That’s okay, hon,” Wanda said sweetly, bringing a hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. You had to fight back a shudder at the feeling of her fingertips brushing against your skin. “What about this date has you so worked up, hm?”
Her tone was almost condescending with how sweet and motherly it was and you cursed yourself for the effect it had on you. “All of it I guess, but, um, mostly what comes after,” you mumbled almost to yourself, as if speaking quieter would make this moment any less awkward.
“You mean sex?” Wanda asked bluntly with an eyebrow raised and an amused look on her face, despite the fact that internally she hated the thought of you having sex with someone else. Something about having you in this position, so nervous and so vulnerable, made Wanda feel empowered and she was secretly loving it.
You stifled a groan of embarrassment at her bluntness. “Yeah, that,” you managed, certain that your cheeks were red at this point.
“Well, for starters, don’t let that girl pressure you into anything you don’t want to do,” Wanda reassured, surprised when you interjected.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’ve just never… I don’t…” you trailed off, playing with your fingers in your lap awkwardly.
“I understand.” Wanda took the reins again, saving you from stumbling over your words.
You gave her a small smile of appreciation, still looking down instead of directly at her. “If you’re really so unsure about it, I could always teach you, detka.”
Your head snapped up, your eyes meeting hers, a mixture between shock and confusion evident on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to form a coherent response. “I- how would you do that?”
The air was charged now, filled with tension, and while it should have made you feel more nervous, it also made you feel aroused, anticipation building within you.
“If you’re comfortable, I could teach you how to please a woman,” Wanda began, speaking slowly as if she knew that you were hanging on to every word that came out of her perfect lips. “I’ll guide you on what to do, show you how to do it right, and you can practice with me. How does that sound?”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There was no way Wanda was sitting here now, proposing that you touch her intimately, with her guiding you on how to do it properly. You briefly thought about your father and how wrong this was, but it didn’t seem to bother Wanda. Maybe her intent really was to teach you, to help in any way she could, and who were you to turn her away? You knew you needed to say something back, but you were too stunned by her proposal to come up with a response.
Your silence worried Wanda, maybe she’d gone too far, pushed too hard. She’d always been touchy with you, flirty even, and she’d always had a hunch that you felt something for her, even if it wasn’t a strong enough feeling for you to act on. She’d pushed the boundaries between a mother figure and something else on more than one occasion, but now, as you sat there speechless, she was concerned she’d taken it too far. She bit her bottom lip as she waited for a response, hoping to herself that you’d be willing.
Her heart skipped a beat when you finally spoke. “Are you serious?” You asked, bewildered, staring into her eyes, looking for any sign that she was just joking with you or being anything other than genuine, but you found none.
Wanda nodded shyly, biting her lip again. “Only if you’re comfortable with it. I just want to help, darling,” she followed up, holding eye contact with you as the tension spread. It almost seemed like her eyes shifted down to your lips for the briefest moment, but you weren’t sure if that actually happened or if it was just your wishful thinking.
“I am,” you responded, your voice almost cracking. You cleared your throat and reassured her, nodding. “That would be nice, thank you Wanda.” You tried not to sound too eager even though you were practically salivating at the thought of touching her.
“Of course, detka,” she said with a soft smile, before inching closer to you on the bed. She cupped your cheek with one hand, leaning in. “Have you ever kissed a woman, Y/N?”
“Um, sort of,” you replied, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden.
“That doesn’t sound very memorable,” Wanda remarked with a slight smirk on her face, so close now that you could feel her warm breath against your lips. “Would you like my help with that?”
You weren’t entirely sure this wasn’t a dream, your head feeling fuzzy from Wanda’s closeness, every sensation heightened by your feelings for her. You nodded, words failing you as her beautiful eyes practically stared into your soul while she waited for a response.
“I need words, baby,” she whispered, wanting to get proper consent. “Is this okay?”
You almost had to clench your thighs at how breathy her voice sounded already. The pet name wasn’t helping either; hearing her call you “baby” had heat pooling in your underwear.
“Yes,” you sighed, looking down at her lips for a second before she leaned in further, closing the distance.
When her lips met yours, you had to hold back a groan at how good it felt as your eyes fluttered shut. Her lips were impossibly soft and you already felt yourself getting lost in the kiss before it had really even begun. All you could feel was Wanda, her mouth moving slowly against yours, her weight next to yours on the bed, the closeness of her body to yours, her smell surrounding you as she kissed you gently.
Her lips began moving, kissing you exploratorily as you tried to match her pace and move your lips in sync with hers. If you thought you were turned on before, it was nothing compared to this - this had a fire burning inside of you, your need for the woman before you growing with every second that passed, with every movement of her lips.
When her tongue slid into your mouth unexpectedly, you let out the smallest whimper and felt Wanda’s mouth curve into a smile against yours. You tried to match what she was doing, letting your tongue mingle with hers and quickly becoming addicted to the feeling.
When the kiss started to heat up, Wanda pulled away slightly to catch her breath, humming against your lips as your mouths separated. The sound sent another pang of arousal through your body, leaving you wondering what other sounds she could make.
“That was good,” she commented breathily, her face still inches from yours. “I don’t think you need much help in that department.” Her praise made your heart flutter. Before you could think of any possible reason to get her to kiss you again, she spoke once more. “But that’s only lesson one, detka. There’s still more for you to learn.”
She pulled away and sat back upright, one hand finding its way onto your thigh, making your breath catch in your throat. “Like what?” You asked, trying to play along, despite how distracting she was being.
Wanda smirked before grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the pillows, only to reverse your positions so she was leaning against the head of the bed while you hovered over her. “Like how to really please a woman, how to work her up, make her need you, how to make her feel good…” She answered, drawing out her words as she spoke, effectively seducing you. “That sort of thing,” she finished casually, as if her words hadn’t just turned your core into molten lava.
You blinked down at her, eyes darkened with desire. “I- yeah, that would be good to learn,” was all you could manage to get out, your lust-filled mind working overtime just to come up with words that made sense.
Wanda pulled you closer to her until your bodies were flush, causing your heart to skip a beat. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, playing with your hair as she looked up at you, an indecipherable look on her face. “Lesson two is foreplay, sweet girl,” she said, smiling at the way your face lit up with recognition. “You know what that is, right?”
“Yes,” you replied honestly, feeling almost like you were making her proud by knowing.
“Good,” she cooed, her hand gently applying pressure to the back of your neck, guiding you down towards her. “Now start by kissing my neck, you can suck a little too, but don’t leave any marks.”
You nodded against her, leaning in the rest of the way. You started with a featherlight kiss to the side of her neck, feeling emboldened by her sighing beneath you. You placed a few more experimental kisses to her soft skin, before sucking lightly just below her ear. Wanda hummed beneath you and the sound of her pleasure made you throb - you wanted to hear more.
You mouthed at her neck, letting your teeth graze her skin before running your tongue over the same spot, causing her to gasp. “That’s good, sweetheart,” she praised, her voice shaky. While you were definitely getting off on this, Wanda was practically in heaven. Kissing you, feeling your lips on her neck, guiding you as you tried to work her up, all of it was satisfying her need for you, for now. She was already aroused, her panties clinging to her wet folds, and she couldn’t wait for you to touch her properly.
She pulled your head back up so you were looking at her again and you felt a sense of pride when you noticed her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. “Make your way down when you’re doing that,” she instructed, before reaching for your hands and bringing them to the hem of her shirt, sliding them under and up towards her chest. “It also helps to use your hands, like this,” she explained, letting your hands cup her full breasts. You realized immediately that she wasn’t wearing a bra - she’d already changed out of her work clothes hours ago - and your head spun as you felt her hard nipples against your palms.
“Try it like this,” she said, her hands on yours under her shirt, showing you how she liked to be touched. She guided you on how to squeeze her tits, how to run your thumbs over her nipples, how to pinch the sensitive buds just right, while you nervously followed her lead. “Now, kiss my neck at the same time.”
You obeyed, leaning back in to kiss along the column of her neck, while your hands worked against her breasts. She moved her hands out of the way, letting you touch her on your own, her eyes closing, and you did your best to focus on both tasks at once. You placed delicate kisses on her skin, sucking lightly like she taught you.
When you gently bit down and simultaneously rubbed her nipples, she moaned, a delicious sound that sent a jolt straight between your legs. You almost short circuited hearing her moan for you, it was so hot and so addicting to have her beneath you, unable to contain her sounds as you touched her.
Wanda was enjoying this far too much, but she was also becoming impatient - having you on top of her, touching her, so eager to please, was making her so wet and she felt like she might explode if you didn’t touch her elsewhere soon. “You’re doing so good,” she breathed out. She guided you away once more, staring up at you lustfully, making a mental note of the haziness behind your eyes. “I think you’re ready for the next lesson, malysh.”
You almost stopped breathing when her hand reached for yours again, leading you down until your fingers were touching the waistband of her sweats. She slid your hand beneath, every second laced with tension and anticipation.
When your fingers came in contact with the front of her damp panties, you almost let out a moan. She was so wet you could feel the evidence of it on your fingertips, through the layer of fabric. “I did that?” You asked surprised, certain you’d never been so turned on in your life.
Wanda bit her lip as she nodded, a sly smile on her face. Just feeling how soaked she was made you want to taste her badly, but you shook the thought from your head and waited for further instruction. Wanda’s hand was still wrapped loosely around your wrist and her grip tightened as she began to move you, causing your fingers to rub against her clothed center.
“Like that,” she sighed as you began to apply more pressure, moving on your own with her simply helping. “Push my panties aside.” You blushed at her words, but listened nonetheless, allowing your fingers to slide beneath the lacy fabric.
You had to stifle another moan when you felt her warm, wet folds against your fingers; she felt amazing and you could feel yourself becoming even more desperate for her.
“Good girl,” she purred, the praise going straight to your core. She used her grip on your wrist to angle your hand, encouraging you to move when she felt your touch where she needed it most. “Now rub my clit, slowly at first.”
You didn’t need to be told twice, wanting nothing more than to give her pleasure, to draw out more of her sweet moans and make her feel good. As soon as you started moving, rubbing small circles into the bud beneath your fingers, she let out a breathy moan, one that made you feel dizzy with lust. “Just like that,” she whispered, letting out another moan as your eager fingers worked against her aching clit.
You were sure at this point that you’d died and ascended to heaven, you were certain there was no better feeling in the world than having your insanely hot stepmom moaning and panting beneath you as you touched her where you’d always dreamed about.
Her head fell back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, and you committed the sight to memory in case this never happened again. You wanted to remember everything. She looked so beautiful like this, her mouth falling open as her hips began to buck up into your hand, seeking more.
“Faster,” she ordered, and you didn’t deny her. Your fingers picked up their pace and she moaned again, her hips grinding up into your fingers with more fervor.
“Fuck, that feels good baby, you’re doing so good,” she panted out, the pleasure coursing through her body with every stroke of your fingers. Her words meant everything to you in that moment and your earlier anxiety was gone.
While you were on cloud nine, Wanda was lost in her fantasy come to life. She finally had her sweet girl taking care of her and you were so good at it, following her instructions perfectly as you brought her closer and closer to the edge. She’d fantasized about this more than she would’ve liked to admit, and she needed this more than anything. You were making her feel so good, but she still needed more.
“Slow down for a second,” she said, not wanting you to stop. “I need- put your fingers inside me, one first, then two.”
You brought your hand down and repositioned so that you could slide a finger into her wet heat, groaning at the feeling of her walls around the digit. You moved in and out for a moment, relishing in the warmth and pulsing of her walls, before sliding a second finger in alongside the first, drawing another beautiful moan from Wanda.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, not expecting so little from you to feel this good. You weren’t even fucking her properly yet and she was already so close to falling apart. “Move your fingers and use your thumb to rub my clit,” she instructed, her head falling back against the pillows again when you began to fuck into her, your thumb nudging her clit with every thrust. “Yeah, fuck, just like that.”
“Fuck,” you murmured when you could hear the sounds of your fingers in her cunt. Her pussy was so hot around your fingers, so wet and perfect and you wanted nothing more than to see it, to taste it.
“Yeah? You like this, hm?” Wanda teased breathily before letting out another moan when you hit the right spot, her nails digging into your back through your shirt. “Right there, do that again.” You angled your wrist so you could curl your fingers against whatever spot you’d just hit, a loud moan ripping from Wanda’s throat at the action. Her hips were moving more frantically now, desperately meeting your thrusts.
Feeling bolder at her response, you leaned in and began kissing her neck again, allowing your teeth to scrape against her skin, inhaling her scent as you fucked her. “Yes, you’re doing so good,” Wanda cried out, her orgasm fast approaching now with your fingers curling inside of her, your thumb on her clit, and your mouth on her neck. It was overwhelming in the best way and she was racing towards the edge just thinking about the fact that you were the one doing it to her.
You continued nipping and sucking at her neck as you brought her closer to the edge, wanting badly to see her fall apart for you. Part of you wanted to give her this because of how much she’d given to you, how sweet she was with you, how loving, and part of you just really wanted to make her cum for you because you could only dream about it for so long, and now it was a reality.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Wanda breathed out. “Don’t stop.” Her words and her body shaking beneath you brought you back to the present moment. You curled your fingers a certain way and her pussy clenched around you, and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning directly in her ear.
That was enough for Wanda to break, her orgasm spreading through her entire body as you kept moving your fingers, leaning back to watch her as she came. It was a beautiful sight, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she trembled against the bedsheets, mouth forming an “O” as moans tumbled from her mouth. She let out a silent scream as she peaked, followed by a long drawn out moan at the relief.
You kept moving until she stopped you, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as you could, and also selfishly not wanting the moment to end. As she came down, her eyes fluttered back open, her tired gaze meeting yours instantly. She had a satisfied smile on her face and a sheen of sweat on her forehead, her hair mussed up from the pillow behind her, and you swore she had never looked more gorgeous.
“You did so good, darling,” she complimented, still catching her breath. “I think you’re more than ready to be with a woman if it’s something you want.”
The praise made you feel warm inside, but the comment that followed was like ice water being thrown onto you. You had almost forgotten what this was all about in the first place. This wasn’t about you and Wanda, this was about you practicing for your date, for intimacy with other women.
You tried not to let your face fall in disappointment at the harsh reminder, not wanting Wanda to think she did anything wrong. You forced a smile and pulled your hand out of her pants, sitting upright on the bed.
“Thank you, Wanda,” you said as casually as possible, trying to hide your real feelings. “You’re a great teacher.”
Wanda smiled back at you, secretly hoping that your date would go terribly.
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The next week rolled around quickly and so did your date with Carol.
You and Wanda hadn’t really talked about what happened, just carried on like normal - mostly. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but there was some sort of unspoken tension in the air that you had a hard time ignoring.
Wanda seemed to be flirtier than usual, but you tried to think nothing of it, even though it was definitely having an effect on you. Despite that, you tried to move forward and focus on hyping yourself up for your date.
You dressed up a little, wanting to make a good impression for Carol, even when all you’d been able to think about for the last week was Wanda moaning underneath you, the way her lips felt against yours, the way she looked when she came undone from your fingers in her tight cunt.
You tried to shake those thoughts away as you did your hair and makeup, ignoring the feeling in your gut that this was all wrong. You had to give Carol a fair chance, if not for her sake then for Wanda, who was generous enough to teach you how to be with a woman in preparation for this date.
You said your goodbyes to Wanda and headed out the front door, making your way to the restaurant Carol had picked.
Despite trying your hardest to feel something for the other girl, you couldn’t. The date didn’t go horribly, but something was missing and you knew exactly what it was.
When Carol kissed you, it didn’t feel the same. There was no desire, no passion, no fireworks behind your eyes when you felt her lips on yours. By the end of the night, you just wanted to go home, alone, not with Carol, and you unfortunately had to be honest with her about it. The last thing you wanted to do was lead her on, especially when she’d been so sweet and chivalrous on your date.
You told her how you felt, that you’d rather not see where this goes, that you’d prefer to stay friends, of course leaving out the part where you had a huge crush on your stepmom. She took it surprisingly well and that almost made you feel worse for turning her down.
On your way home, you felt like crying. These conflicting feelings you had were affecting your life now, holding you back from being able to want someone else. You’d always wanted to find a special someone, but the only woman you had the capacity to feel that way about was married to your father.
A tear escaped and fell down your cheek as you drove home and you quickly wiped it away, not wanting Wanda to ask too many questions when you came home.
As you arrived home and stepped through the threshold, Wanda perked up from her place on the couch where she’d been reading and watching her shows. “How was the date?” She asked eagerly, standing up and walking towards you until she was close enough to help you with your coat. You didn’t want to talk about it with her, but you were too tired to come up with an excuse.
“Bad,” you responded honestly, shimmying out of your coat.
“Oh,” Wanda said, sounding surprised. She took your coat and hung it up before turning to you, noticing your slumped shoulders and furrowed brows. “Why was it bad, sweetheart?”
You knew you should lie, tell her anything but the truth, but you were frustrated, with both yourself and with her. In a way, she did this to you - you were managing your feelings for her just fine until she let you have her that night, until you finally knew what it felt like to kiss her, to be intimate with her. Now you couldn’t stop thinking about her, wanting her with every fiber of your being.
You couldn’t stop the next words that left your mouth.
“Because she wasn’t you.” Your voice was monotone, as if your body had gone on autopilot just to get the words out.
Wanda’s mouth fell open slightly as she processed what you’d just said. Within moments, realization spread across her face and you felt the urge to run back out the front door and drive off. Wanda’s eyes met your own and your embarrassment was replaced with confusion when she smirked.
“Yeah?” She asked in that sweet, condescending tone that made you melt for her, a hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face. “You wanted her to be me, detka?”
You wanted to whimper at how she was talking to you, how she was touching you, how she was making you admit the truth about your feelings for her. You nodded, looking away in shame.
“When she kissed me, it didn’t feel like when we did it,” you mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. You didn’t know why you were telling her this - the two of you had always had a great relationship and you were terrified of ruining that - but something about this woman made you want to tell her everything. You couldn’t lie to her.
“Oh, sweet girl, you have no idea how happy that makes me,” Wanda purred, reaching out with her other hand, cupping your cheek, forcing you to make eye contact with her.
She smiled at your stunned expression as you tried to wrap your head around what she was saying. There was no way she meant what you thought she meant, that your feelings weren’t one-sided after all.
“What?” You asked dumbly, searching for clarification.
“I said…” She leaned closer, placing her lips along the shell of your ear. “I’m happy you wanted her to be me instead.” She grazed her teeth along your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, and her next words made your jaw drop. “I want you, detka.”
While you were tired of hiding your feelings, Wanda was also tired. Trying to find a balance between what she should and shouldn’t do, denying herself of what she wanted, it was exhausting - now that you had admitted your desire for her, she simply couldn’t hold back anymore.
You almost whimpered at her actions and her admission. You couldn’t respond, not right away at least, your mind reeling at the thought that Wanda could possibly want you too. She was also really turning you on with her closeness, her breath against your ear, her lips now trailing kisses down your neck as she waited for a response.
“I- you do?” You stuttered out, painfully distracted by the way she was kissing every inch of skin she had access to.
“Yes,” she murmured into your neck. “Now I know you want me too.” She pulled away, facing you once more, her pupils dilated as she stared into your eyes. “So have me.”
Hesitantly, you reached out, your hand coming up to the side of her face, and took a step forward so that your bodies were mere inches apart. She looked at you expectantly with an encouraging smile on her face, her eyes flicking down to your lips briefly, and you leaned in, capturing her lips with your own.
Kissing Wanda was something you didn’t think you’d ever get used to, the softness of her lips making your knees feel weak. This was somehow even better than the first time - there was no holding back now, not when both of your feelings were laid out.
You let yourself moan into the kiss when she bit your bottom lip, her tongue running over the spot seconds after, before sliding into your mouth, drawing out a gasp. She smirked against your lips at the reactions she could get from you. She was too good at this, you thought, your head spinning with lust and desire for the woman before you.
You kissed her more passionately, trying to keep up and regain some control of the kiss, but Wanda wasn’t holding back either, her tongue massaging yours expertly as she hummed into your mouth. The sound combined with the feeling of kissing her made you feel like your skin was on fire, a slow burn that started deep within you. You were sure you were wet for her already and you hadn’t even touched each other properly.
“Bedroom,” Wanda mumbled against your lips, breaking the kiss momentarily to catch her breath before pecking your lips a couple more times. She pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you to her room.
You followed obediently, excitement coursing through your entire body. When you reached her bedroom, she pulled you inside and pushed you against the door, a surprised moan escaping you at her dominance and the impact.
She kissed you roughly, her hands on your neck while yours found their way to her waist, gripping her hips as you found your rhythm again. The feeling of her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck drove you crazy as you got lost in the kiss.
All your shyness from the first time you had kissed her was gone now and you pulled back slightly to take her bottom lip between your teeth, just as she had done to you. When she groaned in response, it further ignited the fire within you, and suddenly you didn’t just want to make her cum, you needed to.
It seemed she had a similar thought, as she started walking the two of you towards the bed, climbing onto it and pulling you on top of her, still kissing you with fervor as she moved towards the head of the bed.
Your fingers danced along the hem of her shirt, teasing, but also nervous to remove it. You broke the kiss for a moment to seek reassurance. “Is this okay?” You asked, staring down at her with darkened eyes and a desperate look on your face.
“More than okay,” she replied breathily, and that was all you needed to hear. You helped her out of her shirt and the sight of her in her bra nearly winded you. She was truly the most beautiful woman you’d ever laid eyes on and seeing her like this felt like a treat.
Before you could make the next move, Wanda reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, sliding the garment off and leaving her torso bare before you. Your mouth fell open at the sight of her breasts, nipples hardened from her own arousal, and for a moment you just admired her, taking it all in, until her words broke you out of your trance.
“Go ahead, sweet girl,” she cooed. “Touch me.” You nodded eagerly as your hands came up to cup her breasts, slowly running your thumbs over her nipples. She sighed beneath you, her eyes threatening to close at the sensation, despite her desire to watch you as you touched her.
You played with her the way she’d taught you, leaning in to kiss her neck as your hands went to work. You trailed your kisses down towards her collarbone, then her chest, before looking up at her and taking her nipple into your mouth. She hadn’t taught you that, but you simply couldn’t resist having your mouth on her.
She moaned at the feeling of your lips wrapped around the hardened bud, at the way your eyes never left hers as you sucked lightly on her nipple. “Fuck, you’re so smart, detka, that feels so good.”
You hummed against her chest at her praise, her words going straight to your center.
You switched sides, your mouth going to her neglected nipple while your hand came up to stimulate the other one.
The sounds coming from Wanda made your core throb, she sounded so pretty gasping and moaning for you. You could feel your heartbeat somewhere much lower; it was all so intense and you still hadn’t touched her where she needed you most.
You pulled away only to let your fingers tease the button of her jeans as you looked at her pleadingly, silently asking her for consent to remove them.
Wanda’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she nodded. Your fingers worked on the button and zipper of her jeans and she lifted her hips to help you pull them down.
Every inch of new skin that was presented to you made you want to start drooling, Wanda was perfect in every way, at least in your eyes, and you relished in seeing her like this.
You could only stare for a moment, looking her up and down, your eyes lingering on the space between her legs, covered only by thin lace panties that left little to the imagination.
While you were entranced by the woman beneath you, Wanda was flattered by your staring. She smirked at how mesmerized you were, how hungry you looked for her. She couldn’t help but blush under your intense gaze, but it went on for too long in her opinion. She bit her lip as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties, sliding them down toned legs as you watched in awe.
Once the garment was removed, Wanda spread her legs for you, giving you a full view of her.
Your fingers twitched at your sides, yearning to touch her but unable to stop admiring her. God, she was beautiful all spread out for you, her body rid of all of her clothes, her pretty pussy on display. She looked so wet too, her folds slick with arousal, her clit peeking out from in between.
When you didn’t move from your spot, Wanda spoke up. “Come here baby,” she said, reaching out for you. You listened, crawling closer to her until you were hovering over her. “Like what you see?” She teased, so close you could feel the breath of her words.
“Yes,” you answered honestly, fighting the urge to kiss her senseless. “You’re beautiful, Wanda.”
“Thank you, sweet girl,” she responded, pecking your lips a few times. You smiled against her mouth and chased her lips with your own, connecting them in a deep kiss that heated up quickly with how badly you both wanted each other.
Your shirt and bra came off at some point as you kissed her and you grunted into her mouth when her hands teased your breasts.
While you were getting lost in her all over again, Wanda grabbed your hand, leading it towards her center. “Fuck,” you moaned when you felt her heat against your fingertips, her warm wetness coating the digits as you slid them through her folds.
“Hmm, it’s all for you, malysh,” she said, kissing you once more.
Her words went straight to your core, the thought that you were able to make her this wet turned you on to no end. “I- I really wanna taste you,” you said shyly, feeling yourself blush at your own words.
“Yeah?” Wanda asked in that tone that turned you into a needy mess. “You want to eat me out, pretty girl?” You nodded, feeling even more embarrassed by her reiterating it back to you. “Don’t be shy. How badly do you want it?”
Her words hit hard, increasing your desperation for her tenfold, emboldening you to tell her the truth. You leaned in so that your mouth was flush with her ear. “So many nights I touched myself to the thought of it,” you whispered, kissing her neck just below her ear just to drive your point home.
“Fuck,” Wanda muttered, affected by your words. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She tried to sound composed, despite how turned on she was at the thought of you masturbating to fantasies of her.
“I- I’ve never… but I want to,” you stammered out, leaning back to look at her again, finding nothing but lust and adoration in her eyes.
“That’s okay baby, I can teach you,” Wanda offered, smiling. You nodded appreciatively, suddenly feeling even more eager to have her in your mouth.
“Is it okay if… if you sit on my face?” You asked, shifting your weight in her lap.
“God,” Wanda breathed out, feeling arousal shoot through her at your request. “You have no idea the effect you have on me.”
“Is that a yes?” You inquired hopefully, your eyes locked on hers as you anticipated her response.
“Fuck yes,” Wanda replied with a nod, sliding out from under you and pushing you back against the pillows, making sure you were comfortable as she straddled your lap. “Tap on my thigh three times if you need me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” you said back, your whole body buzzing with excitement at what was about to happen.
Wanda repositioned so that her cunt was right above your face, so close you could smell her arousal and it drove you insane. You couldn’t wait to taste her, to have her grinding her pussy down onto your face, to make her cum in your mouth.
“Please,” you begged, your own fantasies about this moment making you need her more.
“Someone’s eager,” she commented, and before you could say anything back, she lowered herself down onto your face, her slick pussy brushing against your lips. You opened your mouth, immediately licking a stripe through her folds and moaning at the taste of her.
Wanda sighed out at the feeling of your tongue against her cunt, slowly moving her hips as you explored her. She was starting to grow impatient with how much of a tease you were being, but she remembered this was your first time, so she took the opportunity to guide you.
“Suck on my clit,” she instructed and you were more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make her feel good.
Your lips wrapped around her clit and you sucked softly on it at first. When she moaned above you, her hips stuttering, you increased the pressure, sucking harder and letting your tongue flick over the bud. Wanda gasped, followed by a breathy moan tumbling out of her parted lips at the sensation.
“Just like that,” she whined, her hips moving more frantically now, seeking her pleasure. She tried to go easy on you - she tried not to take over and fuck your face the way she wanted to - but then you spoke from between her thighs.
“Don’t hold back. Ride my face, Wanda, take your pleasure,” you pleaded. “Show me how to make you feel good.”
Your words only made her wetter, her pussy clenching around nothing as you said exactly what she wanted to hear. When your mouth latched back onto her clit, sucking with more enthusiasm this time, Wanda didn’t hold back.
She let herself relax, her weight pressing into you more, her hips moving against your eager mouth. You moaned into her pussy, the vibrations sending a shiver down her spine.
Her delicious moans were spurring you on and you let your tongue tease her entrance as her hips grinded down against your mouth.
“Yes, please,” Wanda begged, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open as she chased her pleasure, panting above you.
You slid your tongue inside, groaning at how wet and warm she was, at the way her walls pulsed around you. Wanda was already nearing the edge, you were doing so good for her, making her see stars as she chased her orgasm.
When she brought her hand down to rub at her clit, you moaned once more, the sight of her touching herself was too much.
You felt just as close as she was and she hadn’t even touched you.
You moved her hand away, replacing it with your own as you rubbed circles into her clit, making her cry out. “Fuck, you’re doing so good baby, I’m so close,” she moaned, riding your tongue more fervently as she raced towards her climax.
Her walls spasmed around your tongue the closer she became and you couldn’t help but moan into her pussy again.
The vibrations sent her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her, hips bucking wildly as she fell apart. You truly believed there was no better feeling than having Wanda on you like this, coming undone on your face, her cum coating your tongue as she cried out above you.
Wanda’s body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure as you continued your assault on her sensitive cunt, not letting up until she had rode out the aftershocks. She sighed as she came down, her pussy still clenching as you slid your tongue out of her and lapped at her folds, nudging her clit with your nose and making her shudder from the overstimulation.
She pulled you away by your hair when you didn’t relent, smirking down at you as you whined. “Having fun, sweetheart?”
You licked your lips and nodded, looking up at her with glossy eyes.
“You did so good, malysh,” she praised, adjusting so she could lay beside you, pulling you close and laying with you for a moment, enjoying how it felt to be so close to you as she caught her breath.
You loved this, every second of it, but your thoughts began to wander and you were still uncertain of where this would go.
“I- what does this all mean?” You broke the silence, grateful for your face being buried in her neck, so you wouldn’t have to look at her as you asked the question you were so worried about the answer to.
“You mean us?” Wanda clarified. She felt your nod against her neck. “What do you want it to mean?”
“I just… want you. I’m tired of pretending I don’t,” you responded truthfully, leaning back slightly to study her face, hoping to find any indication in her features that she felt the same way, that this wasn’t the last time this would happen.
“I want you too, detka,” she said earnestly, pausing to collect her thoughts. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I want this with you, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to have you, if you’ll have me too.”
Your heart sang upon hearing those words, it was all you’d ever wanted to hear from her, in every fantasy you’d ever conjured up of the two of you. You weren’t entirely certain now that you weren’t dreaming, because nothing in the world could’ve made you happier than hearing that.
“Really?”
“Yes, sweet girl. It was one thing to want you without ever knowing what it was like to be with you, but now that I’ve had you like this, I don’t want to let you go.” Wanda caressed your cheek as she spoke, her eyes locked on yours, full of tenderness.
“I feel the same way,” you mumbled, leaning into her touch.
“Good,” she said with finality, in such a way that you knew that was the end of the conversation, that you could no longer go back on what you said. You were hers now and she was yours, and you’d figure out everything else later.
She closed the distance between your faces to kiss you again, so softly you could almost cry. You kissed her back, addicted to the way her lips felt on yours, certain you could do this forever with no complaints.
You stayed like that for a while, losing yourselves in the kiss, before it slowly turned into light caresses, tongues wrapping around each other, muffled moans, and bodies seeking more.
“Can you go again?” You muttered against her lips, feeling desperate for her all over again.
Wanda smiled smugly and raised an eyebrow before responding. “How do you want me this time, hm?”
You blushed at her teasing, mind racing with all the different ways you wanted to take her. You almost couldn’t decide, but you smiled to yourself when you remembered that this wouldn’t be the last time.
okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭
maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)
and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵💫🤭
Stress Relief
Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.
A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3
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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence.
With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe.
Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.
She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please.
Always such a good girl.
And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.
Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed.
About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion.
Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you.
Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.
The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often.
For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted.
Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions.
She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.
As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples.
When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”
“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”
Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.
When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.
“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.
“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.
“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her.
When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.
“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.
Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.
“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”
When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak.
You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue.
“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily.
Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin.
“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”
You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.
Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple.
You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.
What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.
Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with.
One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.
You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you.
She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.
Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand.
“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.
“Please,” you mumbled.
“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.
“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”
She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.
“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night.
One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.
Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.
Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded.
Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper.
You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy.
You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.
That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”
“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”
You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically.
“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together.
That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest.
She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own.
She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower.
Warnings: Mommykink, lactation kink, breast feeding, pet names, plenty of praise, fingering R receiving)
Sum: Mommy Wanda breast-feeding/fingering R
WK: 1.2k
A/N: I finally wrote something! :D I was writing a Lady D fic just like this too maybe I should finish it haha
-I’m sorry if it’s bad I haven’t proofread it yet <3
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Boredom and belated cuddles fill your mind. You’re waiting for Wanda to be done with her bath. An act that seems to take years, various floral scents and steam drift out through the gaps in the bathroom door and her sweet humming tells you she’s almost done.
Warnings: Mommykink, lactation kink, breast feeding, pet names, plenty of praise, fingering R receiving)
Sum: Mommy Wanda breast-feeding/fingering R
WK: 1.2k
A/N: I finally wrote something! :D I was writing a Lady D fic just like this too maybe I should finish it haha
-I’m sorry if it’s bad I haven’t proofread it yet <3
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Boredom and belated cuddles fill your mind. You’re waiting for Wanda to be done with her bath. An act that seems to take years, various floral scents and steam drift out through the gaps in the bathroom door and her sweet humming tells you she’s almost done.
Can you maybe do one w a lactation kink for wanda or natasha? Maybe something like them fingerin r while r sucks on them mommy milkers? 🍒🍒
Pairing: DarkMilf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: stockholm syndrome, dark sex, lactation kink, milf kink (you’re welcome), smut (18+) barely there spoilers for DSMoM
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Ever since Westview, Wanda hadn’t been the same. You watched her fight with Agatha from afar, but you never heard a thing. You knew nothing about her being the Scarlet Witch or about the secret eye she had on you. You only remember seeing the sky turn red and waking up in a homey cabin. It’s like your mind was trap, it’s you. You look like you, smell like you, but your thoughts aren’t your own. Your actions aren’t yours.
“Come on, Honey. Open up for mommy.”
Your body doesn’t even flinch. Your mouth drops open as your eyes make contact with the one witch controlling your every being. It’s like suddenly you’re aware that you have no control.
Wanda moans rather loudly when your lips wrap around her nipple. Her black-stained fingertips wipe her loose strands of hair from her face as she tilts her head back. Her thighs beneath your head flex, shoving your mouth even closer to her breast.
Her blouse, not even stripped away her body. The neckline is strained and has wet spots where which breast was. Her moans reach your ears as her milk fills your mouth. The milk is warm that has a hint of sweetest. It’s not bad tasting, but the thought of it makes it hard to swallow.
Wanda sighs in pleasure when your lips latch on to her breast. Your hands massage her skin, helping with the process. The relief that trickles down her spine is enough to light a spark between her legs.
Milk spills from the corners of your mouth. It doesn’t seem to be a problem until Wanda notices. She doesn’t like the way you reject her. You are hers. She thinks for you. She acts for you. She loves for you.
“Don’t do that,” Wanda pours softly with red glowing eyes. “Don’t make mommy mad.”
Your eyes widened when you feel you can’t breath. Wanda’s fingers pinch your nose closed as her power control your mouth. Your mouth gets fuller with each second and is physically unable to remove itself from her.
You’re like a doll, a muppet even with Wanda pulling your strings.
“Drink it.”
With no air you’re forced to drink what’s in your mouth before pulling away to gasp in air. Your lungs burn as your tastebuds crave for more.
-
It becomes a routine.
You wake up with your mouth on her breasts as she tilts her head back. Her eyes the glow the same red when you let a single drop fall past your lips. Somehow you find yourself more bare than Wanda with your pants pulled down to your knees and breasts freed from your shirts that say ‘Mommy’s Babygirl’.
“Mommy knows you can latch on. Be a good girl,” Wanda encourages. Her words are soft and sometimes comforting. They make you warm and carefree.
The shame you felt before was almost nonexistent. You learned the days you latched on without a command were the days you found yourself moaning against her breast as you soaked her fingers. You also learned the day you drank what she had to offer without a whine left you sore between your legs in the most delicious ways.
super short but happy mother’s day to mommy wanda !
“what’s wrong, bunny?” wanda hates seeing her special girl cry :( but she knows just how to help you.
“let mommy kiss that pout off your lips.” she tugs at your bottom lip with her teeth and kisses your mouth eagerly, her tongue grazing yours.
“mmh…” she slowly licks your tear stained cheek. “i hate seeing my little girl so upset.” she pulls you onto her lap, holding you close, sucking your tongue - inevitably making your legs squirm.
“you wanna play, sweetheart?” she coos. your hips drag incessantly on her thighs - she’s the only one who can make it better.
“let mommy take all those mean thoughts away, bunny…hm?”
you get home past curfew, walking in to your stepmoms house. she’s sat on the living room couch with her head in her hands. when she hears the door click open she immediately straightens, a long breath travelling all the way from deep inside her, finally getting it’s release. you walk into the living room with an apologetic smile on your face, but when you hear her voice crack it vanishes. “baby…w-where were you?” she trembles, hands shaking as she combs her fingers through her disheveled hair.
“i’m so sorry, mama,” you blurt out. “my phone died and everyone wanted to stay a little longer—” you pause when you see a tear trickle down her face. she hastily brings her sweater to her cheek, wiping it away.
you feel terrible. you can’t drive and it really worries wanda when you go out with your friends and forget to charge your phone. she still blames herself though - she should have checked you charged it before you left, or that you at least took a power bank with you.
you drop your bag on the floor and hurry to her side. “please don’t cry, mama,” you whimper, realising this is the first time you’ve seen her do it. she looks awfully pretty. her face scrunches up so delicately, lips slightly pursing. you banish the thought to the back of your mind, your thumb tracing her skin when another tear falls. “n-no - ‘m so sorry.” the thought of her sat at home, not knowing where you were or what you were doing, or if something had happened to you makes your heart hurt. you hold back a sob, not wanting to make the moment about you, but she notices the glossy polish that blurs your vision when you try to blink the tears away.
“s’okay, detka,” she breathes, trying to force a smile, not wanting to make you feel any more guilty than you already do. she knows you don’t mean to be such a forgetful girl. “mommy’s just being dramatic.” she strokes through your hair, humming softly and pressing a long kiss to your forehead.
“are you sure?” you lightly kiss the wet mark on her cheek, and she grins weakly, her eyes fluttering shut at your adorable attempt to soothe her.
“…yeah, baby. don’t worry about me. i’m just glad your safe.” she pulls you into her embrace, cradling your head against her chest. you sigh, her sweet perfume filling your nose.
“i’ll charge my phone properly next time. promise,” you murmur, your words slightly muffled by the fabric of her sweater as you press your face in between her breasts.
wanda bites her lip and tilts your head back up so she can see you properly, her green eyes illuminating in the dark room. “i know baby, it’s okay.” she pulls you back against her chest, gently swaying you.
“you’re not mad at me, mommy?” your surprised at how forgiving she can be. it’s nothing you’ve ever experienced before, alien to you your whole life, but she just can’t be mad at you - ever. you’re the sweetest thing she’s ever had in life. you would never hurt a fly. and she can’t think to be angry at you when you look up at her so prettily, a little pout on your lips, making her just a little aroused more than anything.
“mad?…” she trails, swiftly pushing your hair to one side and wrapping her lips around your neck. “no…mommy’s not mad.” she sucks gently, her tongue poking out, licking upwards over the bruises she leaves on your sensitive skin. you whimper in response, clutching at her sweater. “mmh…” pleasure swims in your head when she starts to suck a little more fervently.
you feel so deeply in the moment, wanting to make it better, wanting to do anything to make her feel better. “m-mommy?” your hands move under her sweater, pressing against her supple stomach.
“mm?” she replies - wet, sloppy sounds filling the air as she finds your sensitive spot, making you shudder. you moan softly, trying to find a thread to hold your sentence together. “d-do you wanna…use me?” you mutter, the need to please her overwhelming, the unshed tears from just moments ago spilling over unwillingly.
she hears your voice tremble and coos, taking her lips off your neck and cupping your face. she presses a wet kiss to your cheek, just like you did. “no, baby.” she smirks, tracing her thumb on your lower lip. “mommy just wants you, sweetheart. c’mere.” she cups your bottom firmly, squeezing your flesh through the denim of your shorts. you apologise once more and she shushes you. her hands move around your waist up and under your thin tank top. she squeezes lightly on one of your boobs and you tip your head back, biting your finger as a needy hum escapes your throat.
“she needs you so bad.”
a/n - i saw a gif on pinterest of her crying and j needed to write something abt it. she’s such a pretty crier 😵💫
Summary: Wanda returns from a mission with intense need for you, and she uses you whilst you sleep.
A/N: This was a request from a while back, but I can’t seem to find it in my ask box. Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!
It was well past midnight when Wanda finally returned from her mission. Tired and achy, she trudged along the Compound’s corridors in search of you. Three days without you, and she was so pent up. She felt like a teenage boy, and gosh, all she wanted was to fuck you. To make you cum over and over, as if it would take away all her exhaustion from the mission she just came back from.
Swinging her duffel bag over her shoulder, she was practically gliding through the building, until she finally made a stop outside your room. Opening the door gently, and oh fuck, what a sight to see. There you lay with the covers off, and only in your panties. Wanda was not going to survive. What were you doing teasing her like that?
It’s like you knew just how much she needed you, just how much she was aching and throbbing for just a taste. Wanda made quick work of showering and ridding herself of any grime or blood, and wrapping herself up in a soft silk robe.
She should probably sleep, she told herself, but the sight of your hard nipples had her throbbing so intensely. Her brain was alight. She made her way to the bed, her body softly dipping onto the mattress.
“Mm, my soft girl,”she hummed as her fingers roamed around your abdomen, caressing the smooth skin. “So fucking gorgeous. And such a tease, for sleeping like this”. She gently skimmed her fingertips along your arms, watching little goosebumps rise up. Softly, she caressed a single finger along your chest, slowly circling your nipples. You squirmed in your sleep as she continued to tease you; you were always so sensitive to her touch. She was careful not to wake you just yet, but delighted in the cute little huffs you were beginning to make in your slumber.
Her hands lowered down to your legs, and she wasted no time in removing your panties, noticing a slight wet patch that formed in the middle. Such a needy girl. Spreading your thighs nice and wide for her, she slotted her head in the space between. The smell of your pussy instantly invaded her nose, and she surged her mouth forward towards her feast.
She started slowly; soft kitten licks to your folds had her groaning at the taste of you. It was incredibly difficult for her to not completely devour you. A shiver ran through your body, still not enough to wake you, but your hips moved forward in search of more. Her tongue dipped inside your tight hole briefly before dragging up your wetness to swirl around your clit. A small whimper left your mouth as your hips started rocking up a little harsher. She paused briefly to look up at your peaceful face. Still asleep.
She continued to tease you, her tongue gently massaging your clit, trying hard to keep you just on the brink of consciousness. Your eyebrows began to furrow as the pleasure built up in your core. She carefully lifted your legs onto her shoulders, desperately needing to get closer. She wanted to inhale you.
Her eyes staring at your face and all the little reactions it would make, she closed her lips around your swollen bud, sucking softly. The soft mewl you let out had her clenching with intense desire. The pretty sounds you made fuelled her need for you. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and she began to suck harder. She was eating you out lavishly, licking and sucking as if you were her final meal.
Awareness slowly started to creep up into you. Little jolts of your body as you felt the pleasurable sensation build between your thighs. It was getting harder to ignore. The feel of something soft and velvety gliding across your folds. A flush of warmth travelled through your body, and with a gasp you awoke.
“What- Wanda. Oh,” you moaned at the sight of your arousal smeared all over your girlfriend’s face. Her darkened green eyes bore into yours as she continued to suck harshly on your clit. “What’s happening?” You whined as you rolled your hips into her face without even noticing.
“Hush baby, let Mommy work hmm,” she quickly responded, her eyes never leaving yours. Her firm yet soothing tone had you feeling so fuzzy and needy. “Mommy needs this. Now be a good girl and take what I give you.” She inserted two fingers into your tight hole, stretching you out perfectly.
“Mommy,” you whimpered at the feel of her fingers inside you. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Just like we spoke about.” You struggled to get your words out, your mind entirely focused on the fingers pumping inside you.
“Oh, I can tell. I walked in on you laying on my bed wearing nothing but panties. And my favourite ones too. Such a naughty thing,” she spoke to you in a condescending manner, making you feel small and vulnerable in the most thrilling way.
Her fingers found your sweet spot as she curled them inside you with fervour. You gasped as she continued to hit you with pleasure, you were getting unbelievably close to the edge. She added her lips back on to your clit and watched as your face crumbled in ecstasy. She was sucking so harshly, drawing endless hot pleasure from your core.
Writhing and shaking, you began to babble incoherently. Moan after moan, your eyes began to roll back as she ravaged you with her mouth and fingers. “You taste fucking incredible darling girl,” she moaned into your pussy, a crazed look in her eyes as she watched your face contort.
“Please, please, please. Mommy…” you whined in a high pitched tone. “Need to cum. Fuck. Mommy please.”
Your moans grew louder and louder; she sucked the bundle of nerves into her mouth with her fingers moving inside you at a maddening pace. Poor Steve, she thought as your sounds became almost pornographic, the man residing just across from you both. “Cum for me baby. Let go for Mommy”
Your hands fisted into your bedsheets as your body began to arch up into her. Just with her words, the wave of release finally came. Your toes curled as white hot pleasure surged through your entire body. You came with a shuddering gasp and you cried her name as your body continued to jerk through the orgasm.
“Oh, look at you. What a beautiful girl,” Wanda purred at you. “You’re so perfect Milaya”. Your chest rose up and down as you tried to catch your breath.
“Thank you Mommy,” you whispered as you felt exhaustion wash over you. You were completely spent, your eyelids getting heavier with each second.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl. Go back to sleep now my angel. Mommy’s going for seconds,” she cooed at you with a devilish smirk. You felt her tongue enter you once more as you slowly drifted back to sleep.
hi, i was hoping i could request a hurt/comfort wanda x reader :)
reader is pregnant and has been struggling with it (morning sickness, body aches etc.) wanda has been very helpful and supportive but idk smth may happen and reader starts to feel a shift (distance maybe?) from wanda… it could all just sum up to be readers hormones going all crazy but could it be she believes wanda is cheating on her and is planning to leave her as single mom etc- BUT PLS HAPPY ENDING🙏🏽😭 pls can they argue and make up!!!!!
thank you <3
Hormones
Wanda Maximoff x Pregnant!Fem!Reader
[A/N] Happy Saturday everyone! Does anyone have any fun plans? Tonight is quiz night so me and the bestie are going to get into the quiz mindset 👀 Since we're a team of two we've never won but we don't always come last which is better than nothing! 😂 This request was literally so cute, hope you all enjoy, thank you for the request my lovely! ❤️
Why did Pepper have to be pregnant at the same time as you? You nearly throw up at the sight of her when she turns up the Avengers compound for a visit – about six months pregnant, same as you. That was the only similarity. Pepper was positively glowing whilst you felt like a beached whale. Wanda insists that you look beautiful which only makes you feel worse. Every word that comes out of Pepper’s mouth makes you murderous.
“I haven’t had any morning sickness, it’s crazy,” She says, running one hand over her round stomach. “It’s been a dream to be honest.”
Well if she’s having a dream pregnancy, you must be having a nightmare one. You’d had morning sickness from the get go and had been reassured that it would probably disappear after your first trimester. It hadn’t. Literally anything could make you feel nauseous, and you were still being sick most mornings. Your feet and ankles are so swollen and you’re tired, pretty much all the time, but when you get into bed you’re so uncomfortable that you can’t get to sleep.
“You should’ve carried the baby!” You whine that night as Wanda patiently rubs your feet. “Why did it have to be me?”
“You wanted to my love.”
“Well I take it back, put the baby in your womb instead.”
“You only have three months left, and it’ll be worth it when you’re holding our precious baby in your arms,” Wanda says, continuing to rub your sore feet. “I love you so much.”
You and Wanda had been dating for five years now, and last year you’d both decided that you wanted a baby. Both of you were interested in adopting one day, especially since you yourself had been adopted as a child, but you also wanted your own baby. After long discussions you’d decided to go with an anonymous sperm donor and you both agreed that you would carry the baby. Partly because no one was sure how Wanda’s pregnancy would progress and how it would affect the baby to be carried by an enhanced individual, but also you’d wanted to be pregnant. You wanted to carry your baby, to feel that bond before they were even out in the world.
It was hard though. Pregnancy affected every woman differently and for you, it was like you’d been hit by a truck. Luckily, Wanda had been your rock. Every morning she was by your side, holding your hair back and rubbing her hand up and down your back. If you needed anything, she’d fetch it for you. You only had to ask and she’d rub your shoulders, your back, your feet, anything that you wanted. Once Tony had caught Wanda dabbing your forehead with a damp cloth because you’d complained you were too hot and he’d laughed, “Pepper never asks me to do anything like that for her.”
“Then you’re a shit husband,” Wanda had shot back. “Y/N’s carrying our child; I’d do anything she wanted to make her a bit more comfortable. She doesn’t even need to ask, I just do it.”
That had shut him up.
Wanda bends down to kiss your cheek, “You do look beautiful. All puffy and red-faced.”
“Gee, thanks.”
She grins, kissing you properly this time, “I’m serious, I think you look adorable.”
Wanda’s love for you had been always been one thing you could count on ever since you got together. When you’d joined the Avengers Wanda hadn’t been shy about the fact she was interested in you, even though she wasn’t sure if you liked girls at first. In training Wanda never missed an opportunity to flirt with you. You’d felt the same way and eventually Wanda had asked you on a proper date. Every single day Wanda would come find you, giving you plenty of hugs and kisses. Which were very much appreciated at the minute given how lousy you were feeling.
The next morning you wake up and find Wanda gone. That’s not like her and you frown as you crawl out of bed, feeling the usual wave of nausea that’s plagued you every single morning for the past five months. You hate throwing up so you can’t help shedding a few tears as you crouch awkwardly over the toilet, wishing that Wanda was here to soothe you like she normally does. Where has she gone?
You feel so lousy that you climb back into bed, too exhausted to find the energy to try and dress yourself. Wanda had insisted on buying you loads of maternity clothes, telling you with every outfit just how beautiful you looked even though you were sure she was full of shit. That was Wanda though, always telling you that you looked pretty even if you didn’t, always taking care of you… Except this morning, when she’d randomly disappeared.
After an hour of feeling sorry for yourself you begin to feel even worse when you realise Wanda’s still not back yet, and you have no idea where she’s gone. You climb out of bed and pull on your dressing gown over your maternity nightgown – it doesn’t do up anymore but never mind, you really can’t be bothered to get dressed, not without Wanda here to help. It takes a while but you manage to get your slippers on then waddle out into the compound, going in search of Wanda.
It’s not like you and Wanda have been joint at the hip for the past six months – you are capable of taking care of yourself, and you have done while she’s been at work. Waking up and finding her not there though has thrown you, as she always gives you a kiss before going to training, no matter how yucky you feel when you wake up. Your first point of call is the kitchen but she’s not in there. She’s not in the gym either, and none of the meeting rooms are booked in her name.
Eventually you find her in the living room and you pause in the doorway as you see her laughing on the couch with Natasha. The sight of your girlfriend laughing with someone else makes your heart plummet and your eyes immediately prickle with tears. Especially since Natasha is so beautiful – she always looks so put together no matter how difficult a mission has been. You’ve never felt insecure next to her before but given how gross you feel now that you’re pregnant; it’s like looking at the sun and the moon. Or the sun and a garbage can.
When Wanda notices you she immediately jumps up from the couch which only makes you feel worse. She stood up so quick – did she not want you to see her with Natasha? Why had she gotten out of bed so early and left you all alone?
“Hey baby,” Wanda greets, kissing your cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“Where were you?”
“This morning? Oh… Just decided to get some early training in.”
“Didn’t look like you were training.”
Wanda laughs at your sulky tone which doesn’t help your mood. She wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek, “I was just taking a break-”
“It doesn’t look like you’ve been training at all actually. I needed you.”
Wanda looks surprised by your irritated tone and she takes a step back, holding her hands up defensively, “Wow, okay. I just… Figured you could use a bit more sleep. I didn’t realise you’d woken up, sorry.”
“You should’ve been there, not getting cozy with Nat.”
Wanda raises her eye-brows, “Getting cozy? We were just talking, I- Y/N, you’re overreacting.”
“I needed you there to help me, I’m carrying our baby in case you forgot-”
“Of course I didn’t, jeez, I just- I was having five minutes with Nat, she’s our friend, what’s your problem?”
“You think she’s prettier than me.”
“What?”
“You didn’t deny it; you think Natasha is prettier than me.” You burst into tears, wrapping your arms around yourself.
Instead of moving to comfort you, Wanda groans and rolls her eyes, “I didn’t- I never said that. Why are you acting like this?”
“You don’t love me anymore.”
“Oh my- I can’t deal with you right now. I mean, I’ve been doing everything for you, what more do you want? You’re acting pathetic. Get a grip Y/N, I’m allowed to have friends.”
Wanda stalks out of the room and you head back to the bedroom you share with Wanda, sobbing loudly the entire way there. Last night you’d barely slept, your feet still hurt, and you just feel disgusting. Seeing Pepper yesterday hadn’t helped at all. Why did she still look so beautiful? Was this a bad omen? If pregnancy didn’t agree with you then did that mean you were destined to be a bad Mom?
You climb into the bed and cry harder as you think about Wanda. Has she grown sick of you? You wouldn’t blame her if she had; you knew you weren’t as fun as you used to be. Every day was so difficult, consumed by sickness, exhaustion, mood swings, aches and pains. You and Wanda have always been friends with Natasha but you can’t help replaying that moment when you’d caught them giggling together on the couch. When was the last time that Wanda had giggled with you like that? Why had she lied about where she was that morning?
Maybe she’s planning on leaving you. And where would that leave you? Getting back into work as an Avenger is going to be difficult enough with a baby, let alone if you have to raise them by yourself. But more to the point, you want Wanda around because you love her. There will never be anyone that you love as much as Wanda.
Fifteen minutes later you’re still crying loudly, probably looking uglier than ever when the door opens and the bed dips as Wanda sits down next to you, “Hey, hey… I’m sorry for snapping at you. Please don’t cry my love.”
“I don’t wanna raise the baby alone!”
Wanda strokes her fingers through your hair, “Now why would you be raising our baby alone?”
“Because you’re going to leave me for Natasha.”
“Right… And why would I do that?”
“Because she’s prettier and more fun than me.”
Wanda bends down to kiss your forehead and then gently wipes at the tears on your cheeks, “No baby, she’s not. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I’ve never had as much fun with anyone else as I have with you.”
“You weren’t here when I woke up!”
“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you.”
Wanda helps you sit up, wiping a final tear from your cheek as she shows you the box of cupcakes she’d bought, “I woke up early to go to that bakery we love. You said you were craving the strawberry cupcakes and I wanted to get there as soon as they opened in case they sold out. I was going to give them to you after dinner later. I didn’t mean to get caught up with Natasha, I just felt like I hadn’t seen her for ages and I got carried away.”
“That’s my fault,” You sniffle. “You’ve been too busy taking care of me.”
“Taking care of my very pregnant, very emotional girlfriend. But no, I should’ve made more of an effort to keep up with her; it’s not your fault.” Wanda sits behind you, letting you lean back against her chest as she gathers you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry I snapped at you, I didn’t mean to. I just got defensive because…”
You sniffle as Wanda thinks about what she wants to say. “I love you so much,” She eventually says. “And I didn’t appreciate the implication that I’d leave you just because you’re not… What did you even say? That you’re not ‘fun’?”
“Well, I’m not,” You mumble. “Pepper was practically glowing and she’s still working at the minute. I can barely get out of bed, I’m just so tired-”
“You’re doing all that for our precious baby,” Wanda says, kissing your forehead. “I love you so much, especially right now. You’re carrying our baby and I think that’s incredible, I don’t think you’re ugly or any other horrible thing you say about yourself. I could never leave you.”
“Maybe… Maybe I overreacted.”
“You were just worried ‘cos you woke up alone. And your hormones are all over the place, I should’ve been more understanding.”
“No, you’re doing amazing Wands; I’m not surprised you lost your patience. In fact, I’m surprised you didn’t lose it sooner.” You nuzzle into her chest. “You really have done everything for me, I didn’t mean to be so…”
Wanda kisses the top of your head, “I love helping you. I love you and we’re both going to love this baby so much.”
You let Wanda rock you gently in your arms, and you finally relax a little bit. “Can I have one of those cupcakes then?”
Wanda laughs, “Yeah baby, of course. I bought them for you.”
That bakery was one of the first places you and Wanda had found on one of your first dates. Their cupcakes were super popular but you’d managed to get the last strawberry cupcake, and had fallen in love with them. You’d almost forgotten that yesterday you’d mentioned having a craving for them. It was only a throwaway comment but Wanda had clearly been listening which instantly makes you feel a lot better. Of course she’s not going to leave you. Not your Wanda – she loves you. Even when you’re a huge, hormonal mess – Wanda still thinks you’re beautiful.
hiii :3 could we get a wanda x reader fic where y/n is in love with wanda, and the feeling is mutual, but they get into a bad argument (you can decide what). sometime after their argument, the scarlet witch from another universe shows up because she lost y/n in her world and wants her back. she doesn’t want one who’s in a relationship though, because she’s knows what it’s like to lose them, so she makes sure wanda doesn’t want her.
you can decide how it ends! whether the original universe wanda wants to keep her or lets her go with the alternate universe scarlet witch 👀
Variant
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
[A/N] AHHHHHH I loved this request so much!! This is another one where I'm worried I haven't done it justice so it might need a rewrite one day 😅 Thank you so much my lovely, hope you enjoy 😘
You take a drag of your cigarette as you sit outside the compound, staring up at the night sky. Not that you smoke. Well… That’s what you tell people anyway. It was a bad habit you’d started when you were a teenager and one that you’d quit but you still kept a pack beneath your bed. Just in case. Being an Avenger is stressful so you’d figured you could keep a pack around for emergencies. If a mission was particularly difficult you could reward yourself and wind down with a smoke. Surprisingly it isn’t the missions that make you turn back to your old habit.
This argument with Wanda had been your worst. So bad in fact you weren’t sure the two of you would recover from it.
Irritation runs through your veins again as you remember Wanda’s accusation. Yes, you’ve been spending time with Natasha lately. Big fucking deal. Natasha isn’t your girlfriend, Wanda is. You’d told her she was being ridiculous and Wanda’s parting shot was stuck in your head.
“Is it ridiculous Y/N? Given how we got together?”
Okay, you’d been dating another girl when you’d hooked up with Wanda the first time. It wasn’t like she didn’t know about that though. Wanda liked to act like she was innocent in the whole thing but she was the other woman and she knew it. In fact if Wanda had had her way you would’ve ghosted Skye, just cut her off with no apology or explanation. You’d felt differently. Skye had deserved to know so you’d told her about the affair. Had she taken it well? No. But at least you had the opportunity to apologise, to tell her it wasn’t her fault. Skye hadn’t accepted your apology which was fair enough. Still, you could move on with Wanda with only a small amount of guilt.
You take another long drag of your cigarette. Maybe you could understand Wanda’s insecurity. Okay, you had cheated. But that was five years ago. And not on her. Besides, Wanda had been the one to sneak a cheeky kiss with Carol under the mistletoe at the Christmas party. That counted as cheating as far as you were concerned though she’d insisted it wasn’t. Training with Natasha is clearly a cardinal sin though.
These arguments with Wanda have been happening too frequently and if you’re honest with yourself, you had been thinking about Natasha lately. Everything just seemed easier. Hadn’t that attracted you to Wanda when you’d been dating Skye? There were always worries about Skye’s job, the rent, a family crisis… Wanda was simple. She had been anyway. It had been fun and that was how you liked it.
You stub out your cigarette, blowing out the last of the smoke through your lips. This is your problem, isn’t it? You’ve always ran away when things get difficult. There’s an irony to that, given your job as an Avenger. The work is difficult and you can’t run from it, it’s constant. But that’s different. Other people’s problems always seem easier than your own.
Maybe it’s time to face the facts. You need to break up with Wanda.
As you think those words you feel your blood run cold. It brings out equal parts relief and heartbreak in you. At one time Wanda was everything you could’ve hoped for. You loved her; you would’ve done anything for her. You can’t deny the facts though anymore. Maybe… Maybe you’ve outgrown each other.
Not wanting to go inside yet you lean back, staring up at the sky. Some of the Avengers had been to space but you hadn’t had the opportunity yet. Too much to do down on Earth. Going to space appeals to you though. You’ve been to most countries on this planet, seen the best and the worst that the world has to offer. The Guardians of the Galaxy hadn’t left that long ago, maybe you should’ve gone with them. Not forever necessarily… Would’ve been fun though.
You hear footsteps approaching and you sigh “If you’re not here to apologise then don’t bother. I’m not in the fucking mood.”
No response. You groan and look over. Sure enough it’s Wanda, staring at you. You raise your eye-brows at her appearance “What are you wearing? New field outfit or something?”
Wanda’s usual outfit is a dark corset with black trousers, and her signature leather, red jacket. This new outfit is more intricate and the crown is a good detail. You look her up and down, your cheeks flushing. This was why you’d fallen in love with her in the first place. She’s so beautiful. Her hair even looks different, lighter and wavier as it falls over her shoulders. Eventually you sigh “Looks good. I love the crown. Not sure why you’re modelling it to me right now but it has my approval.”
Your girlfriend continues to stare at you, her eyes looking watery and weary. You frown, standing up “You’re starting to freak me out Wands, you-”
Her arms suddenly wrap round you and she hugs you tight, pressing her face to your hair as she whispers in a strained voice “My beloved… Oh, I missed you so much.”
Instinctively you hug her back “What are you talking about? I last saw you like half-an-hour ago and it didn’t end so well if you remember-”
Wanda pulls back to look at you, cupping your face in her hands as she smiles. There’s something about her that looks… Off. Wrong almost. She’s still beautiful just not… The same “I love your hair like this.” She says fondly, gently touching one of the strands “You always look a little bit different but you’re still you. Still beautiful.” Her fingers move to your cheek, gently stroking over your skin “You’re a smoker in this universe, huh?”
Your cheeks flush “It was only one! I know you don’t like it, I-”
“I don’t care.” She murmurs “It’s just… It’s good to see you.”
Your eye-brows furrow “Wands, what are you-”
“Y/N, I-”
You hear Wanda’s voice floating out from the compound and you whip around, finding Wanda, your Wanda in the doorway. Your gaze flits between the two identical women “What-”
Wanda steps outside, her powers flashing between her fingers but the imposter simply holds her gaze calmly “I’m not here to cause trouble. I thought-”
“Who are you?” Wanda practically snarls.
“Well… I’m you, obviously. A version of you anyway. From a different universe.” The Scarlet Witch’s hands are still around you, holding you firmly against her “I’ve travelled a long way to be here.”
“Why?” Wanda asks “You’ve come to take my place?”
The Scarlet Witch glances at you, realising she’s still holding onto you. Her expression is soft and she reluctantly lets go, holding her hands up “No, I… No. I’m going back to my own universe. I just…” She glances at you again, whispering “You’re so beautiful.”
“Multiverse travel.” You say, in awe “Dr Strange mentioned it but I didn’t think…”
“Why are you here then?” Wanda snaps “What do you want?”
“Her.” The Scarlet Witch says, her gaze still on you before slowly turning back to face Wanda.
Wanda’s eye-brows furrow “Y/N?”
Scarlet Witch nods “In my universe… I lost her. There was a mission. Thanos… He took everything from me. He took…” She looks back at you again, her eyes watery. She looks exhausted, defeated “All I want is you.”
“But…” Wanda steps forward “She’s mine. You can’t just turn up into a different universe and take her.”
“I know.” The Scarlet Witch shakes her head “I know I can’t… I had hoped I would find a universe where the variant of myself was gone. That I would find a Y/N who missed me and we could return, finally reunited. Every universe I have searched though, you’re still there. You’re still both so in love. The thought of taking one and just running was… Tempting, I must admit.” The Scarlet Witch shakes her head again “But I won’t put my variants through the same pain I felt. I won’t take someone who is unwilling. If the two of you are still in love… I will move to the next universe.”
“Well, we are.” Wanda says firmly, looking at you to back her up.
You say nothing.
That silence tells them both everything that they need to know. Wanda opens and closes her mouth, not sure what to say when Scarlet Witch holds her hands up “You don’t need to decide right now. I… It’s a lot to take in-”
“There’s nothing to decide!” Wanda says “Y/N.”
You hug yourself “I… I do think we need to talk Wanda.”
Scarlet Witch gives you a small smile “I will wait. Take all the time that you need.”
“You can’t seriously want to go with her.” Wanda snaps the moment you’re both back in your shared bedroom “You don’t know her-”
“She’s you Wands, just a different variant-”
“So she says! What if she’s a shape shifter or something?”
“I think if her intentions were bad she would’ve just taken me. She had ample time to lure me away or just grab me before you showed up.” You say “And honestly… I think her story tracks. She looks… Sad. Lost.”
“Fine, she’s… Me from another universe. Okay.” Wanda folds her arms “What does it actually matter though? You have me, don’t you?”
“Yes and I love you, you know that but…” You run a hand through your hair, pursing your lips together “I… I was having another cigarette. When she turned up.”
“For fucks sake, I thought we talked about that-”
“It’s my fourth one this week Wands. Our fourth argument this week. And then there were the ones the week before that and on and on-”
“No relationship is perfect.”
“No but they should be happy. Are we happy Wands?”
“Oh and that’s your solution? This is so typical of you Y/N, you never stick around when things get difficult-”
“That… That’s not true.”
“An easy solution has popped up. A version of me, who’s clearly so desperate to have you in her life that she’ll probably put up with all of your bullshit, never cause any arguments, never-”
“Wanda-”
“You fell in love with me Y/N, you can’t just go with this stranger just because she looks like me-”
“Multiverse travel though Wanda.” You say quietly “I mean… How amazing is that?”
“Y/N… Y/N, you cannot be serious, this random girl who looks like me turns up and all you can think about is having a multiverse adventure? This is so like you. You’d run off with anyone as long as it meant getting away from me.”
“I don’t- I don’t want to get away from you.” You say “But she is you Wanda. And maybe she won’t get so insecure just because I talk to other girls-”
Wanda fumes, her hands balling into fists “Oh you-”
“And I get it! I know what I’m like and I’m not always a good girlfriend. Certainly not to Skye and not always to you.” You rub your arm “I want to go with her. I know that’s hard for you but that’s how I feel.”
Wanda sits on the bed, burying her face in her hands “How can you say that? After everything-”
“I was going to break up with you.”
Wanda doesn’t even look up. Part of her, she supposed, had known. Had known that you were thinking about it. Not that Wanda hadn’t either. She just hadn’t wanted to be the one to pull the plug. Wanda wasn’t brave enough for that.
“Wands, maybe this is a good thing.” You say “For me but also for you-”
Wanda snaps her head up to glare at you “Don’t you dare act like you’re doing me a favour here Y/N.”
“Fine but then let’s just say it how it is. You think I don’t know?”
“I think you don’t know what?”
“That you’re falling for Carol. If you haven’t already.”
Wanda opens and closes her mouth several times without making a sound before stammering “I- No- That’s not-”
“That’s why you’re so eager to call me out on training with Natasha. Deflecting onto me. Because yes, I cheated on Skye to be with you and honestly? I don’t regret you but I do regret messing her around like that, it was fucking awful of me. And I never, ever would’ve done that to you.” You hold her gaze “Ever since Carol came back to Earth you’ve been training with her, far more than I’ve trained with Nat. There was the kiss at the Christmas party-”
“That was just her being silly, it didn’t mean anything!”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have feelings for her.”
Wanda looks away. Neither of you says anything for a long moment before Wanda whispers “What if you regret it?”
“Then I’ll come back.”
Wanda scoffs “And what? You want me to just wait for you?”
You shake your head “No… No, of course not. I want you to see if things work with Carol. And if they don’t… And if I regret going to the multiverse… Then we’ll have our answer.” You hug yourself “Maybe… Maybe we need to let fate decide now.”
Wanda stands up from the bed, taking a step so she’s stood right in front of you. For a long moment you stare at each other before she eventually sighs and puts her hand on your arm “I still love you.”
“And I still love you too.” You reply quietly “But I don’t think that’s enough anymore.”
Wanda nods, knowing you’re right “Just… Take care of yourself. Okay?”
You nod, leaning your forehead against hers as you whisper “Yeah… Yeah, you too.”
Outside the Scarlet Witch sits where you had sat earlier and waits, staring up at the sky. Footsteps alert her that you’ve arrived and she quickly stands, turning to face you. You sniffle, tears trickling down your cheeks and she steps forward, gathering you in her arms “Oh my beloved…”
New Wanda holds you, her hand stroking up and down your back as you cry into her shoulder. She sighs “You don’t have to feel bad. I know how much you love her, you-”
“I’m coming with you.”
Her arms tighten around you and she buries her head in your hair “You are?”
“I am. I don’t… I don’t love you yet because you’re… Well you’re Wanda but you’re not… My Wanda.”
She pulls back to look at you, cupping your cheek with her hand “I’ll be your Wanda.” She whispers “We have plenty of time for love. My beloved…”
“My Wanda never called me that.” You mumble, looking up at her “I like the sound of it though.” Wanda smiles “What’s your universe like?”
“Much similar to this one. I can’t wait to show you.”
“And can we… Can we go to other universes?”
“Of course. We can go anywhere we want.”
You nod “Let’s… Let’s start with home Wands.”
Wanda’s eyes light up and she leans her forehead against yours “You used to call me that… Maybe you call me that in every universe.”
Wanda takes your hand and begins leading you away from the compound. You take one last look over your shoulder, your gaze landing on your now ex-girlfriend as she watches you leave out the window. She puts her hand to the glass and you hold yours up in acknowledgment. Maybe this will be the last time you see your first Wanda. Maybe you’re making a mistake. Maybe it’s for the best. There’s only one way to find out.
New Wanda turns to face you, her hand cupping your cheek again as if she can’t help but touch you whenever she gets chance “Are you sure about this?”
You cast one more glance at Wanda but she’s disappeared away from the window, back into the compound. You turn back to New Wanda and smile “I’m sure. Let’s go.”
Hello! Will there be any Variant 2? If there aren’t yet :)
I loved it, discovered your writing with it (gonna repeat myself but I love it)
Variant: Part Two
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Link to Part One [x]
[A/N] Ever since this request came in I wondered what direction to take this story in and eventually settled on this ❤️ Thank you for the request lovely anon, I'm glad you enjoyed 'Variant' and hopefully you enjoy Part Two as well 😘
You’ve spent a big portion of your life wondering whether you’re a good person. To most people, the answer would be yes. You’d joined the Avengers, dedicated your life to saving people. Was that a front though? A way to live with the all-consuming guilt and reality that beneath all of it, maybe you actually weren’t that good of a person.
Thinking back on your dating history makes you cringe. Back from that first girl you’d dated in High School, you’d never exactly been a good girlfriend. Your head was easily turned, and you quickly grew bored. Every time you met someone new, you’d tell yourself that she was the one, the one that you wouldn’t mess around, the one who would finally change you. It never happened. You’d bounce from girl to girl, always looking for the next best thing.
You look across the room at Wanda, blowing cigarette smoke out of your mouth. The Wanda from your universe wouldn’t have put up with you smoking in the bedroom, there would’ve been a blazing row before you’d even managed to light it. God how sick of those arguments you’d been at the time but now you’d give anything for your Wanda, the one you’d left behind, to snap at you, to raise her voice, to get angry. This Wanda, the one you’d gone with, never complained. Never argued. She was just so grateful to have you back in her life that she put up with near enough anything.
And God, were you bored of it.
You stub out your cigarette into the ashtray, feeling awful all over again as you watch the way Wanda bends over her journal, scribbling something down. She looks up and gives you a small smile that makes your heart squeeze. She’s so sweet and kind and loving. It’s not her fault that you’re like this. If you’d let her keep looking across the universes, maybe there was a version of you out there that Wanda actually deserved. One who could love her the way that she deserved to be loved.
You realise now you hadn’t wanted to be with Wanda, you’d just wanted to travel the universe, something this Wanda had been keen to do too at first. Well, so she’d said. She’d brought you back to her own universe, telling you she wanted to get settled before you began travelling. That had been months ago. Every time you bring it up, she just smiles and says ‘soon’. You’re beginning to realise that soon will never come. Wanda loves being at home with you, and she’s clearly in no rush to go anywhere.
You’d loved this home at first. Wanda has a cabin in the middle of the woods, far away from civilisation, somewhere she can freely practice her magic. It’s peaceful, right by the lake, and it had been a lovely summer when you’d first arrived, so you’d spent your daytimes exploring, splashing in the water with her, always laughing and smiling, then at night, the two of you would lie in bed together, exploring each other’s bodies, moaning and gasping until the early hours. There was no work to be done, no rush to be anywhere other than in the moment. The peace had been much needed at first.
Until winter had set in, and so had the boredom. It wasn’t like you were a prisoner here, you could borrow Wanda’s car and go into town whenever you wanted but Wanda always asked that you were home by dinnertime. You’d tried to convince her to have a night out with you, but she’d just shake her head, mumbling something about wanting you all to herself as she wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. At first her cuddles had felt comforting, now they felt stifling.
The familiar boredom has definitely set in. It’s not unusual for you to feel this way eventually and you know that it won’t go away on its own. Your relationship with Wanda has run its course. You’re starting to find yourself missing the Wanda you’d left behind which is ridiculous because that had also run its course. Besides, she was almost definitely dating Carol by now. If only you could explore the multiverse by yourself, you would think… You didn’t have powers like Wanda though. You were stuck here.
Wanda snaps her journal closed and crosses the room to sit on the bed next to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. She wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your cheek, “I love you.”
“Yeah… Yeah, you too,” You mumble half-heartedly, feeling another sharp stab of guilt for being such a horrible girlfriend.
Wanda leans her head on your shoulder with a content sigh. Her hand finds yours and she whispers, “This is perfect.”
You swallow hard, “Sorry if the cigarette smoke bothered you.”
“It didn’t, don’t worry. I don’t mind.”
You wonder what you’d have to do for her to finally snap. Maybe if you burnt her journal, or gave her the silent treatment for a full week… Even then you can only imagine her responding with patient understanding. It was making you feel sick with anger, but also sick with guilt. Why did she have to be so perfect all the time, so good? It drove you insane. What you wouldn’t give to get into a blazing row with your Wanda about something stupid again.
Your mind flashes back to the words you’d said to your Wanda the night you’d left. “If things don’t work out with Carol… And if I regret going to the multiverse… Then we’ll have our answer.”
You suddenly miss your Wanda with a ferocity that surprises you. It’s true that you’re always looking for the easiest option, the most fun, the next thing but you’ve never missed an ex before. Even when things with your new partner got complicated, you never considered going backwards, only forwards, on to the next girl who batted her eyelashes at you, who promised fun and a good time. Just like this Wanda had.
You made a mistake, you realise now. Things hadn’t been easy with your Wanda for a while but running away had been the wrong option. Even if this Wanda who’s cuddled into your side right now finally agreed to travel the multiverse with you, you realise that the only place you truly want to go is home. Home to your Wanda. How could you have ever felt attracted to Natasha or any other girl? Especially this one cuddling into your side who might look like your Wanda but most definitely wasn’t. You’d give anything for Wanda to roll her eyes at you, to snatch your cigarette out of your hand and stub it out whilst lecturing you on how you were endangering your health, and that it was a disgusting habit. The corners of your mouth twitch up into an almost smile as you imagine it.
“Wanda,” You say gently, turning slightly to face her, her arms still loosely wrapped around you. She meets your gaze and you swallow hard at the small, loving smile she gives you. “Wanda-”
“I was thinking we could go to the farmers market tomorrow,” Wanda says, reaching up to cup your cheek with her hand. “There’s a really cute one not far from here. We could get some nice food, come back and have a quiet meal together-”
“I- That sounds awesome, it’s just-” You turn your head away, though Wanda tilts it back gently with her hand. You avoid her gaze as you mumble, “Look, I… I’m sorry Wanda but… I think it’s time… I think it’s time I went home.”
Wanda’s eye-brows furrow and she stares at you for a moment before spluttering out a laugh, “What do you mean? You are home.”
“No, I mean… My universe. The one that I came from.” Your voice drops quieter with every word that leaves your mouth as you watch Wanda’s expression shift from contentment into confusion. “I… I shouldn’t have left. It was wrong and I’m sorry, I should never have-”
“Wrong? What do you mean it was wrong?”
“I know that we said love would come later,” You say quietly. “But… Love never came, Wanda. I don’t love you. I love… I love the Wanda that I left behind. I miss her and I want to go back.”
Hurt flashes across Wanda’s face but it’s quickly replaced with anger. You’d longed for her to snap at you for months, to disagree with you, to finally fight you on something. It seems you’ve finally struck a nerve. “We’re the same. You can’t love her but not love me, that doesn’t even make sense. You can’t miss her, I’m right here-”
“You’re… You’re not the same though. Look, I’m really sorry but you deserve better than me-”
“You agreed to come with me, I didn’t force you-”
“Yeah, I know, but… I’ve changed my mind. I want to go home.”
“You’ve changed your mind? So you’re just going to leave me here by myself?”
“I’m sure there’s a Y/N out there who’s by herself, who would-”
“Do you know how many universes I went to before finding a variation of you that agreed to come with me? How many rejections I had to suffer from the woman I love more than anything?” Wanda snaps, her voice rising. The ferocity in her face and voice frightens you – perhaps it’s because she’s usually so agreeable, so soft-spoken. This Wanda is far scarier than your Wanda. “How many years of searching it took me? So many universes where you were already dead or you loved the variant of me too much to leave. You chose this Y/N. You don’t get to back out, not after everything I went through to find you.”
“Wanda-”
“I’ve treated you well, haven’t I? We- You have a good life here Y/N. You were bored with the Wanda in your universe, you’ll only grow bored of her again.”
“I- I don’t think that’s true though, I-”
“Is it because we haven’t done our multiverse travel? I know how much you wanted to, I just… I was alone for a long time; I just wanted a year to truly enjoy you. Is that so wrong?”
“Wanda, I want to go home.” You say in the firmest voice you can manage though your hands are shaking now.
Wanda’s mouth turns into a thin line as she purses her lips before shaking her head, “No.”
“Wanda, please-”
“I said no. You can’t get back without me and I’m not sending you.”
You feel sick to your stomach, your palms turning sweaty as you shift back on the bed. Wanda’s arms tighten around you, pulling you closer again. “My beloved, don’t act like this-”
“I hate when you call me that. I want to go back Wanda, I’m sorry-”
“And I’ve already told you, you’re not abandoning ship just because things aren’t as fun as you’d like. You chose to come here, this is your universe now, your home. I’m not sending you back just because you’re bored.”
Your cheeks heat up as she calls you out. “Wanda, this- This isn’t funny, you’re freaking me out. If you won’t send me back home, then… I’m not just going to stay here while you pretend everything’s perfect between us. I’ll leave. I’ll go somewhere else, start a new life with somewhere else. You can’t just keep me here.”
Wanda’s fingers gently brush over your cheek and she suddenly smiles, a dark smile that sends a chill down your spine. “Oh my beloved… You’re not going anywhere.”
There’s a flash of red before everything goes dark as you lose consciousness.
When you eventually wake up you find yourself in a dark room, with strange carvings on the wall and candles lit around the room. Probably the basement, you think, where Wanda practices most of her magic. You find her studying a book across the room and go to sit up only to discover your hands are tied behind your back and your ankles are also bound together. Panic sets in and you squirm, attracting Wanda’s attention as she looks up at you.
“It’s okay my beloved,” Wanda says softly, looking back down at the book again. “This is only temporary.”
“Please just send me home,” You beg, squirming in the ropes. “Wanda, there are so many Y/N’s out there who would be thrilled if you-”
Wanda holds up her hand, and you find you can’t talk anymore. She must be using magic to prevent you. You want to ask what she’s doing, what she’s going to do to you, to beg, to plead, to curse at her, but there’s nothing you can do. You can’t make a sound and although you squirm desperately, you can’t free yourself from the ropes. You think about your Wanda in the universe you left behind and your eyes water. A choked sob nearly escapes your lips, but Wanda’s powers are so strong that you can’t make any kind of noise at all. Silent tears trickle down your cheeks as you imagine her back at the Avengers compound, probably with Carol. It makes your heart hurt to imagine her with someone and you wish you could scream.
Finally Wanda crosses the room, squatting down in front of you and giving you a warm smile as she reaches across to brush a tear away from your cheek, “It’s okay,” Wanda says. “I’ve found the perfect spell. Everything’s going to be okay, just trust me.” Wanda pauses, her expression softening as she looks at you. “I know this isn’t what you want,” she says. “But I can’t lose you again. I just can’t.”
You try again to sob but you still can’t make any noise as Wanda sits back, crossing her legs and closing her eyes as she prepares to cast whatever spell she’s found in that book of hers. You close your own eyes and think about your Wanda, praying again for her safety, her happiness, as you prepare for whatever this Wanda has planned for you. No matter how much the image of Wanda and Carol cuddled up together hurts you, you hope Wanda is happy. That she’s loved, that she’s safe, that she’s moved on. Because you realise with a chilling finality that you’re not going anywhere. Not anytime soon.
“Come inside,” Natasha urges softly. “We’re watching a movie.” Wanda simply shakes her head, staring out at the night sky. Natasha sighs, “Wanda, it’s been months. It’s time to accept that she’s not coming back.”
Wanda had already tried to move on. Back when you’d first left she’d gotten with Carol, just like you’d advised. And it was… Nice. It was okay. But she wasn’t you. The two of them had only lasted a month until they’d broken up. Carol was amazing but that spark Wanda had thought was there had fallen flat almost immediately. They didn’t actually have much in common – Carol had returned to space, and Wanda had stayed at the compound.
After weeks of sleepless nights Wanda had finally realised what the real problem was. She’d been looking for an old jacket of hers when she’d come across a box of cigarettes, realising you must’ve hidden them away. For a moment Wanda had been furious and she’d gone to shout at you before remembering. Instead, she’d burst into tears, falling to her knees in the middle of her bedroom and sobbing until she’d thought she might throw up. Her grief for you was dull and constant, made worse because she knew you weren’t dead. Just out there in the multiverse with a girl who looked just like her, but wasn’t her.
“But she might,” Wanda eventually replies quietly. “And if she does, I’m going to be right here. Waiting for her.”
hear me out… humping mommy!wanda’s boots and her looking at you like that and then stepping on you when you’re close because you’re being absolutely fucking pathetic and thats what silly little mutts deserve
MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT!!! THIS ISN’T FOR YOU !!!
Mommy Wanda who had no clue how you survived before you met her. From your accounts you just thrifted and budgeted like crazy but with Wanda in the picture that was no more.
She’d take you on elaborate shopping trips, not letting you look at a single price tag and simply buying everything that caught your eye.
With you hooked on her arm she’d lead you all over until finally taking you to a “toy shop” as she put it.
Mommy Wanda loved watching your eyes widen and your face go red as she led you through the store.
Pointing out different dildo sizes and pressing on your tummy while whispering, “I could stuff your pussy so well with this, would you like that baby?” Even going as far as to pick up a display dildo and hold it to your abdomen. The red dildo was about 8 inches long with various bumps on it making you blush a deep red.
(Wanda ended up buying the toy)
She’d show you all the different vibrators and making you pick out one.
And if you hadn’t been red before you definitely were when Wanda began showing you more diverse toys. Taking her time and showing you each nipple clamp, handcuffs, ribbon, and paddle, (making sure to buy each one of course.)
Mommy Wanda who didn’t miss the way your legs had been squeezing the whole way home. She’d make sure to spoil you that night with all your new fun “toys”.
summary: wanda thinks she’s still figuring out what it means to want a woman. what she doesn’t realize is that she’s already fallen for one.
authors note: could not stop thinking about baby gay wanda. writing this genuinely made my heart burst into a million pieces from the cuteness. hope yall love this dynamic as much as i do! this is not proofread.
content warning(s): age gap (w->37, r->22), yearning, unofficial relationship (but they’re so close to one), beach date, lots of fluffy fluff, wanda is such a respectful cutie, eventual smut, soft smut, lots of kissing, breast groping, dildo usage, orgasms, aftercare
moodboard 🍋🤍🌊
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knock knock
you freeze from your spot in the bathroom. you had your hands half tangled in your hair, about to throw it up in a loose bun at the nape of your neck. you linger there for another moment, pausing to see if you’d hear the noise again.
nothing.
you twist your fingers through the elastic, wrapping it around the bunched up hair you gathered in the other hand.
knock knock
your hands drop. this time you shuffle towards the door. without bothering to look through the peep hole, you reach for the handle and swing the door open.
wanda.
there she was.
you forget to speak. it was hard to remember when wanda was standing on your doorstep looking like that. the sunlight caught in her hair, pulling out strands of copper you’d somehow never noticed before.
“were you not ready?” she asks, breaking the silence when you don’t. her eyes rake over your form.
the light breeze caught in the linen button up she was wearing, revealing a small glimpse of her black swimsuit underneath.
“no, i was ready. i just thought you were going to text me.” you reply, pulling your phone out of your back pocket to check for any possible missed messages from her.
“well, that seems kind of silly to text when i have two perfectly working legs.” she quips back, reaching up to readjust her sunglasses over her eyes. you miss the access to her green stare immediately.
“shall we?” she gestures towards the general direction of her parked car.
“yeah, let me just grab my stuff.” you shuffle back towards the main living space, gathering your beach bag and a small beach umbrella which was big enough to shade two people.
when you turn to lock the front door, wanda grabs the bag slung over your shoulder.
“you don’t need to carry my bag.” you reach for it, but she already had it secured over her right shoulder.
“i’ll let you carry the umbrella. c’mon.” she reaches for you with her free hand, her fingers wiggling in the air when you hesitate for a moment.
your stomach flutters at the gesture. she made everything feel so easy and natural. sometimes you forget this is her first time doing this with a woman.
you take her hand after a moment, allowing her to guide you to the car.
“you wanna connect your phone to the speakers?” she asks once she finally slid into the driver's seat and started the engine.
you nod your head, navigating to the bluetooth on your phone to connect it to the car.
wanda doesn’t know it, but you carefully created a selection of songs for this date specifically. you packed a speaker in your bag for background music while you two lounged on the sand. it was a painstaking process really. you only knew a handful of songs she really liked—which were at the top of the playlist. the rest you had to guess.
“you remembered.” wanda speaks once the song starts playing through the speakers.
“remembered what?” you feign ignorance.
“i told you i liked this one.” she smiles, her eyes focused on the road ahead. she begins tapping her thumbs on her steering wheel to the beat of the song. it makes your chest bloom with warmth. she noticed. you wanted her to know you were invested in her interests.
the drive there was only about 20 minutes, but it was long enough that you were ready to stretch your legs. being nervous always made you so restless.
unpacking the car went smoothly enough. finding a spot, however, was apparently a matter wanda took very seriously.
“this is a good spot.” she finally declares after making you two wander around for the perfect place.
“uh huh. and what’s so special about this spot exactly?” you lift your hand to block the sun from hitting your eyes. you make a show of looking around at all the other perfectly adequate patches of sand you passed by.
“it just is.” wanda shrugs. she kneels in the sand, laying out a blanket to sit on.
“right.” you agree dryly—teasing. you drop to your knees on the blanket, letting the umbrella in your hand fall to the side.
“did you bring sunscreen?” she asks, moving the picnic basket she packed further back so it wasn’t preventing you two from sitting closer.
“maybe.” you shrug.
“that’s a no.” she reaches into her own bag, retrieving three different bottles of sunscreen.
“you plan on lathering that all on one person?” you tease. it was only the 9th date and you couldn’t help but notice she overpacked when it came to everything.
“one is SPF 30, one 50, and this one is for your face.” she holds up the smallest bottle. it was a brand you’d never seen before.
“come here.” she scoots over an inch, already opening the small bottle and squeezing some onto her hands.
“wanda you really don’t—“ you start to protest, but she cuts you off.
“i can’t take you back home looking like a lobster.” she holds out her hand half lathered in sunscreen. her expression is expectant. you stare at her for a few moments, measuring if she was being serious or not.
it made your belly curl thinking about her putting sunscreen on you. the way she went out of her way to do little things for you—
“well?” she adds when you stare blankly at her.
“well what?”
“are you coming over here or am i coming over there?” truthfully the thought of her taking care of you this way warmed you all the way down to your toes. you just weren’t sure if you could keep yourself composed with something that felt so intimate.
you hesitate only for a second longer before shuffling closer so she could comfortably reach you. you sit with your legs laid out in front of you, your back to her. warm hands lathered with sunscreen begin to massage your shoulders.
she’s very thorough in her application method, going over the expanse of your back twice before deeming it sufficiently protected from the sun. she gives your forearms a squeeze when she’s done, signaling she wants you to turn around.
your breath stutters when you turn and realize just how close the two of you are. your legs are now folded indian style, wanda’s form kneeling in front of you.
“i can do the rest.” you reach for the sunscreen she discarded beside you. it was easier to suggest something practical than admit the intimacy of it was making your stomach flip. she begins lathering your arms as if you had said nothing.
“my hands are already covered in sunscreen.” she finishes covering your arms, smoothing the remaining lotion onto your chest. she’s very thorough in that as well, her fingers tucking under the straps of your bikini top just in case they slid around throughout the afternoon.
you watch her for a moment, a small dent in her brows as if she were very focused on the task at hand. she rubs her hands together once she’s finished, smoothing the excess sunscreen along her forearms until it absorbs into her skin.
“you trust me to do my face?” you inquire teasingly.
wanda glances up. “do you need assistance?”
you laugh once. “no.”
“then yes.” she hands you the small bottle of face sunscreen. you squeeze some onto your fingertips, rubbing it into your cheeks and forehead. it had a faint tropical smell to it that was quite pleasant.
“well, i’m sufficiently protected from the sun.” you declare, handing wanda back the bottles she laid beside you. “you wanna go for a swim?” you begin to stand, lingering on your knees as you wait for a response.
“swim? i think i’d rather look at the cold water than be in it.” her eyes drift towards the ocean, her hands coming up to grasp onto her biceps as she folds her arms across her chest.
“c’mon wanda, it’s the ocean. it’s meant to be swam in.” you attempt to convince her, though experience had already taught you wanda wasn’t easily swayed.
“you go on ahead. i’ll supervise.” she nods her head towards the water, tipping the sunglasses adorning her head back over her eyes.
you sigh, holding your hands up in surrender.
“alright… but you’re gonna be missing out on tons of fun.” you emphasize the ‘tons of fun’ part, a last attempt to persuade her before you rise to your feet.
“i’ll take my chances.” wanda smiles.
you almost roll your eyes, but when you glance at her smile, it’s so warm and endearing that her refusal was entirely weightless.
you turn and head to where the waves were lapping at the shore. the water is cold—just like wanda said. you can’t bring yourself to care though as you wade into the water. you love being in the ocean.
goosebumps prick along your body, but it doesn’t stop you from stepping further into the sea. you see an incoming wave and duck underneath it just before it breaks. when you resurface, you duck under another one. the feeling of the water gently carrying and moving you beneath the surface was invigorating.
you let the waves push you close to the shore, only to swim back out and have the process repeated multiple times.
as the water carries you closer to the sand for the 5th time, your eyes are drawn to the bright white and yellow stripped blanket wanda had laid out for you two. you see her sitting there, one knee bent, sunglasses perched on her nose as she watched the shoreline.
she caught you staring immediately. of course she was watching.
she lifts her hand once, the gesture causing something to tug in your chest. the moment your feet hit the sand, you’re already marching back toward her.
“what happened to all of the fun?” wanda asks.
you’re standing back barely a respectable distance given that you’re dripping water.
“it’s not as fun without you.” you pout. you would lie and say you didn’t do it to play dirty, but that was exactly your intent.
wanda purses her lips, lifting her tinted frames just above her brows. she squints her eyes as they adjust to the brightness of the sun, her gaze not straying from your face.
“i guess we can’t have that.” she says after a moment.
you beam at her, your smile gleaming in the sunlight. you extend your hand towards her, your fingers wiggling in the air just as she had done earlier when she came to pick you up.
wanda accepts your hand as you help to pull her to her feet. you mean to let go of her hand once she was standing, but her fingers never loosen around yours.
feet pad against warm sand as you make your way to the water in comfortable silence.
when wanda’s toes finally reach the cold water, she hisses at the sensation but otherwise continues walking further into the water with you.
“(y/n), it’s freezing.” she says through her teeth, her arms lifted almost comically above the water as she attempts to keep some part of herself dry.
“it’s a little chilly.” you shrug, an amused smile playing on your lips at her reaction. you let go of her hand, sinking further into the water. you watch her from where the water laps at your neck. she was only in as deep as her ribs.
there’s a playful dance in your eyes wanda must have caught on to because her eyes suddenly narrow in on your gaze.
“don’t you dare.” she warns.
“what?” you ask innocently, drifting a couple inches away from her.
“you know what.” she takes a step back herself—as if that would save her.
you let the anticipation build, a sly grin spreading across your face before you pull your arms back under water and then splash in her direction.
she freezes, looking down at herself and then back at you incredulously.
“oh, you did not.” she pushes some hair off her face that stuck to the side of her cheek.
“i did.” you’re still smiling, completely unapologetic.
“that was very rude.” you study her expression, trying to gauge if she was truly upset or not. she did look stern, but just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, you’re met with a face full of water.
you gasp, blinking multiple times to clear your vision. up until this point, wanda never bothered retaliating whenever you teased her. she simply let you have your fun. this was new.
you look back at her, her green eyes shimmering with something suspiciously close to delight.
“there.” she smirks.
“there?” you echo.
“now we’re even.” she nods her head, like this was a resolution.
“that’s it?” you ask, raising your brows.
“were you expecting more?” she mirrors your expression.
“maybe.” you admit.
“don’t push your luck.” she keeps her gaze on you as she slowly sinks deeper into the water until it reaches her neck. she shivers once, but otherwise doesn’t comment on the temperature of the water again.
the two of you drift around for awhile, conversation ebbing in and out between stretches of comfortable silence.
it wasn’t until your stomach began growling that you realized you hadn’t eaten yet today.
back on the sand, wanda unpacked the contents of her picnic basket: chicken salad sandwiches, strawberries and potato chips—which, you discover, she’d sliced and baked in the oven herself. it was very like her to have a homestyle touch on something.
you compliment her cooking and thank her for bringing everything. had you been in charge, you were sure things wouldn’t have turned out as yummy as she made them to be.
as you now lie on your back beside her, sun warming both of your bodies from head to toe, you find yourself completely at ease. your heads are only a few inches apart. every so often, the gentle breeze carries the scent of her sunscreen towards you.
“the sun feels nice.” she comments. you hum in acknowledgment.
you watch seagulls fly in a circle off in the distant sky. the sound of the ocean continues to lull you into a more relaxed state. you can make out the faint sound of voices and laughter from the groups of people littered across the beach.
“that cloud kind of looks like a heart.” you lift your finger towards the sky, tilting your head closer to wanda’s so she can see exactly where you’re pointing. she hums softly in acknowledgment. you don’t move your head back to where it was.
when you drop your hand back to your side, you let your hand rest in the sand where the blanket ends. you curl your fingers, feeling the warm granules move through the spaces in between your fingertips. the sand was so soft here.
“can i kiss you?” wanda breaks the silence. you don’t need to look at her to know she’s tilted her head to look at you. you smile at her question.
“you know you don’t have to ask every time.” you tilt your head to look at her, sage green eyes staring back at you.
wanda hesitates for a moment. her eyes drop to your arm where she watches her own finger trace a line along your warm skin.
“i know.” she finally replies, her gaze back on you now. “i’d still rather ask.” she adds after another short pause.
your smile widens.
“you can kiss me.” you answer softly.
the hand that was tracing along your arm reaches up to gently cup the side of your face. she’s slow as she leans in, closing the few inches of distance between you two. you tilt your chin just before her lips meet yours.
they’re soft and warm and taste faintly of strawberries. your hand comes up now, fingers curling around the wrist that was holding your face. you squeeze gently as your lips move together. it felt like rediscovery. somehow, every kiss still carried the same sense of wonder as the one before. your stomach performed its usual little flip, warmth spreading all the way down to your toes. it almost felt reverent.
when she breaks the kiss, you linger there for a moment, unwilling to completely disconnect. your fingers loosen from around her wrist, but you don’t let go. you open your eyes, noticing that wanda was watching you, her thumb caressing along your cheekbone. she ventures further down, cupping your jaw and using her thumb to trace across your lips.
“y’know, i had a friend in college.” she starts to tell you.
“she dated women. used to tell me all about it.” she pauses again. she catches a few of your baby hairs flying away in the light breeze, tucking them behind your ear.
“i always listened.” she continues explaining. you regard her silently. you want her to continue.
“it interested me more than i’d care to admit.” her hand drops from your face, reaching down to clasp yours. she holds it in between the small space where your bodies lay facing one another.
“yeah?” you ask.
“you’ve been with women before, haven’t you?” she asks.
“i have.” you reply simply.
“i find myself wondering about us sometimes.” she admits.
you swallow. “us?”
wanda nods, her eyes still intent on yours. “what it would be like.”
oh.
your heart stutters in your chest, and you can only hope that your cheeks suddenly feeling warmer only had to do with the sun.
“i think about us too.” you confess quietly. you swallow again, your eyes glancing from where she was holding your hand back up to her stare.
“i really like you wanda.”
she smiles, her hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. “i know.”
neither of you say anything after that. wanda closes her eyes as you tilt your head to look back at the sky. seagulls cry overhead, the breeze picking up as the sun begins to settle further in the west.
you realize the afternoon is beginning to slip away. you inhale slowly, taking in this moment—the ocean, the breeze, wanda. it was an afternoon you won’t soon forget.
“we should probably head back soon.” wanda murmurs, her eyes still closed and her fingers still intertwined through yours.
“already?” you pout.
“i’m old, remember? i lose all energy when the sun starts to go down.” she jokes, but you didn’t want to part ways just yet.
“i don’t want this date to end.” you frown, tilting your head back towards wanda. she opens her eyes as she hears you shift.
“you want to come back to my place for a bit?” she asks after a short pause.
butterflies flutter in your stomach at the offer. you try not to appear overly eager, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away anyway.
you nod. “yeah, i’d like that.” you say softly.
you pack up all of your things together. you attempt to load yourself up with most of the stuff to carry to her car, but wanda would have none of it. she protested, saying she was ‘old but not that old.’
you were just going to have to get creative with other ways to take care of her.
the drive home was quieter than the one there had been. not awkward, just less talking. your growing awareness that you’d be alone in her house for the first time settles gently in the back of your mind. combined with everything you shared that afternoon, it suddenly makes the evening ahead feel significant somehow. you’re not entirely sure why.
you swallow thickly, glancing in wanda’s direction as she pulls into her driveway.
“everything okay? you’re being quiet.” she comments, shutting the car off as she looks at you.
“yeah, i’m okay. just thinking.” you shrug, not feeling quite bold enough to explain your current train of thought.
she purses her lips, studying your face for a moment.
“care to share?” she asks, one hand still on the steering wheel while the other reaches for one of yours, holding it gently as it rests against the middle console.
“nothing bad…just thinking.” you shake your head. you can feel your cheeks warming again. if she can see them turning pink, she doesn’t say anything about it.
“alright.” she drops it after a moment, squeezing your hand before letting it go.
“we can leave everything in the car for now. you wanna head inside and pick out a movie?” she unbuckles her seatbelt and reaches for her door handle.
“yeah, that sounds good.” you agree, following suit as you step outside of the car and follow her into the house. you’d never been inside her home before, and suddenly the idea feels strangely intimate.
you enter through the front door, wanda stepping across the threshold first.
“shoes off is my only rule.” she says as she shucks off her own beside the small rug you’re currently standing on. you step out of yours, nudging them with your foot so they’re lined neatly next to wanda’s.
you step further inside and glance around at some of her personal touches. there was a tattered book lying on the coffee table in the living room, a throw blanket hanging over the couch, and a succulent sitting next to a window.
“you pick.” wanda’s voice cuts into your reverie. she’s standing in the middle of the living room, tv remote in hand as she holds it out to you.
you step towards her, taking the black remote from her grasp.
she sits on the couch, curling one of her legs beneath herself. you shuffle over to where she’s sitting, taking the cushion next to her.
you turn on the tv and find her netflix app, sitting back as you peruse through the movie selection, truly indifferent to what you might watch.
wanda pulls the throw blanket from behind her back over her legs, spreading the extra over yours as you continue looking.
you settle on an old rom-com. those were always safe.
“this is a good one.” wanda comments. her hand finds yours again.
“mhm, it’s one of my favorites.” you tell her, nodding towards the screen.
you naturally scoot an inch closer to her as the movie starts. it was unconscious really, like your body was doing something before your mind could catch up.
you can feel the warmth from her body when you’re sitting this close. her hand is soft and comforting as she rests your clasped hands against the blanket.
you can feel her eyes on you. you glance towards her in your peripheral vision, but she looks away.
you can hardly pay attention to the movie when you’re so close. you have a feeling she’s looking at you again.
this time you turn your head and catch her a second time.
“what?” you ask.
“nothing.” wanda smiles.
“you’re not even watching.” you scoff.
“neither are you.” she notes astutely.
you exhale, your shoulders relaxing. after a few moments, you lean against her, your head coming to rest against her shoulder. she rests her head on top of yours, her thumb stroking along the back of your hand.
you’re looking at the screen, but you’re not actually paying any attention to the movie whatsoever. you can hear wanda’s steady breathing, her shoulders moving gently as she inhales and exhales. it’s soothing. you pick up on the lingering scent of sunscreen against her skin, along with the usual smell of wanda you’ve come to love—vanilla and sandalwood.
you glance up to say something, but the proximity of your faces makes you forget what you were thinking in an instant. wanda doesn’t look away, instead her gaze flicks towards your lips and then back up to your eyes.
“can i kiss you again?”
you smile immediately. “you don’t have to ask.”
wanda mirrors your expression. “i know.”
you glance at her lips now.
“can i?” she asks again.
“yes.”
she closes the gap. this kiss was different from earlier. not hungrier, not more intense, just… more certain. it feels a little more familiar as your lips move against hers.
she shifts next to you, a hand coming to rest gently against your hip. you instinctively lean further into her, your bodies fitting together a little easier now than they had before. your hands find her hair, slow and careful as you cradle her head.
she breaks away after several more moments, her forehead resting against yours as you both breathe a little unevenly now.
“come with me?” she asks. your hands drop to your lap as you pull away an inch to look at her.
you nod your head slowly and accept her hand as she stands and leads you down the hallway.
you shuffle behind her, her fingers intertwined loosely through yours. the sound of the movie becomes muffled as you walk closer to what you assume to be wanda’s bedroom.
she pushes the door open, stepping inside. her hand drops from yours as she walks to one side of the bed to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.
with her room now bathed in the soft light, you glance around. it’s very tidy and simplistic. you notice there are only a few photos hanging on the wall—most of them landscapes or art instead of people.
“it’s not very exciting.” wanda breaks the silence.
“i like it.” you say honestly. it felt very…her.
your eyes drift from one of the photos on the wall to her face. she’s watching you again.
“come here.” she hums.
you hesitate for a moment. not out of fear, but for the shift in the air that you start to become more aware of. your feet pull you forward before you tell them to.
as you stand before wanda, her hands come up to cradle your face. her eyes skim over your features. she has a gentle smile, one that warms your chest. this time, she doesn’t ask as she slowly closes the gap and presses her lips against yours.
your hands reach for her automatically, your body pressing closer to her instinctively. your legs feel a little wobbly as you stand, butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach.
you become absorbed in her presence, in the feeling of her soft lips moving against yours, the delicate hold on your face and the quiet sigh she makes when your hands find her waist.
you kiss her deeper, your lips parting. you feel her breath against your lips. your fingers flex around her waist, gently fisting the linen button up she was wearing. you weren’t rushing, you just wanted to explore.
one of her hands slides down your neck, her fingers tangling themselves in the hair at the back of your head.
you pull away this time, needing to catch your breath. with your eyes still closed, your faces just an inch apart, you feel wanda press her lips against your cheek.
your eyelids flutter open, met with what was quickly becoming your favorite set of green eyes.
“you’re beautiful.” she murmurs. your cheeks flush delicately and you smile.
“you’re beautiful.” you echo, emphasizing your words. she really was the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.
she grins, her nose scrunching. she holds your face there for a long moment, just looking at you.
“you’re staring again.” you tease gently.
“i know.” she replies. “i can’t help it.”
you exhale softly, the familiar flutter of butterflies returning to your stomach.
“sit with me?” she asks. you nod your head, following after her as she sits at the edge of the bed.
her lips find yours again, a little more firm this time. you exhale shakily into her mouth, one of your hands resting along her thigh. you squeeze gently.
when her tongue glides along your bottom lip, it’s gentle and calculated. you let your tongue brush along hers experimentally. she hums, the vibrations delicate against your lips.
she shifts her body so she’s facing you, one of her hands curling underneath your knee. you can feel her pressing herself closer to you.
you break the kiss, panting softly. she’s leaning over you, her eyes shining with something you can’t quite name.
“do you want to lie down?” she asks.
you look at her for a moment and then nod slowly, lowering yourself onto the bed until your head meets the pillows and your back is flush with the comforter.
she gazes down at you, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she smiles gently.
“wanda…” you begin, pausing for a moment as you search for the right words. “are you sure?”
“i am.” she affirms quietly. you gaze into her eyes, reading only sincerity. your nerves settle a little. she wants this too.
“okay.” you reply simply, a small smile touching the corner of your lips.
she leans over your form, adjusting her position so she was supporting her weight on one arm, her body hovering above you. you think she means to kiss you, but she stops before your lips can reach hers.
“can i admit something?” she asks, her hand coming up to rest against your hip.
“yes.” you answer quietly, your curiosity piqued.
“it was hard not to watch you today.” she begins, her eyes trailing down your body where her hand rests at the seam of your shirt. “in your bathing suit.” she adds. you swallow thickly, your heart beginning to thump in your chest. “i thought the color looked lovely on your skin.” you feel her fingertips trace along a small sliver of exposed skin at your torso.
“can i see it again?” she asks softly, her eyes dipping towards the edge of your shirt.
neither of you had changed since coming back from the beach. you just had on a simple t-shirt and shorts to cover your bikini.
you nod your head after a moment, reaching down to grab the bottom of your shirt. you’re unhurried as you lift it up over your head, gently discarding it to the side next to where you lay.
you shift to get comfortable again, one leg bending as you plant your foot flat on the bed. wanda’s attention naturally drifts to the newly exposed skin along your upper body. the hand that was at your hip traces the soft flesh there. her touch was featherlight, drawing goosebumps along your skin.
“beautiful.” she murmurs so quietly, you think it’s mostly to herself. you don’t say anything to fill the silence as she explores the skin of your torso. you watch her expression, which was mostly smooth save for the delicate smile turning up the corners of her lips.
she smooths her hand across your stomach, drawing a line up the neglected side of your torso. your muscles flutter gently beneath her soft touch. she’s watching so carefully that she notices.
“does that tickle?” she asks, repeating the action to elicit the same reaction.
“a little bit.” you admit, your gaze falling to her hand. she hums, moving on from that spot to a little lower, just above the seam of your shorts.
“you have three freckles right here.” she dots each one with a gentle finger. “i thought i noticed that earlier.”
you sigh, feeling your body relax with her soft attention. there’s a patience to her touch that surprises you. she never rushes from one thing to the next, as if she’s spent enough years learning that some moments are worth lingering inside.
“funny you say that. i was counting the freckles on your face earlier on the beach.” you chime in gently. wanda’s eyes lift back to yours.
“is that right?” she asks, smiling amusedly.
“mhmm.”
“and how many did you count?”
her fingers linger at your side, tracing small absent-minded patterns against your skin.
“twenty-three.” you reply.
“twenty- three?” she echoes, looking impressed.
“mhmm.” you repeat with a smile. “i like your freckles.”
your hand lifts to tuck some hair behind her ear.
her fingers drift just beneath the waistband of your shorts for only a moment before returning to your hip. your breath hitches softly, your leg giving a tiny twitch beneath her touch.
“i like that you noticed them.” she murmurs.
she studies your face for another moment before her thumb brushes softly against your hip.
“we can go as slowly as you want.” she says gently.
“okay.” you answer immediately.
she smiles a little. “good.”
“i want to see more of you.” she murmurs, her fingers returning to the waistband of your shorts. she glances up at you, silently asking for permission. you nod, shifting your hips so it was easier for her to slide them off.
it didn’t feel awkward or rushed as she finishes undressing you completely. you felt safe, secure and desired by the softest, sweetest woman you’ve ever met.
you’re equally as gentle and intentional when you take her clothes off, the only barrier between the two of you being her high-waisted bikini bottoms.
as your lips explore one anothers, your hands map out all of the places along her back that draw out a low hum or a shiver. she was more responsive than you thought she’d be. her hands explore your skin, gently caressing and moving along previously unexplored skin.
your hands become a little more bold, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. your tongue caresses hers, both of your legs coming up to rest on either side of her. your thumbs brush against her hardened nipples. you pinch them carefully, testing her reaction.
she exhales into your mouth, one of her hands grasping more firmly onto your hip. she pulls away from your lips. they’re a little swollen now from how you were gently sucking on them.
“i want to make you feel good.” she says, her voice a little breathless.
“you already are.” you assure her. your hands slide down to her ribs, smoothing over the skin there.
“no, i mean…” she starts before trailing off. “can i try something?” she asks.
you’ll try anything, so long as it’s with her.
“yes.” you reply after a brief moment. you almost regret your answer as instead of her hands continuing to explore your body, she pushes off of the bed. your brows knit together in a delicate frown. you sit up, propping your upper back against some pillows.
“where are you going?” even you can hear the longing in your voice.
“nowhere. just grabbing some things.” she reassures, throwing a soft smile over her shoulder as she heads for the en-suite bathroom.
she returns with a small towel, sitting on the opposite side of the bed where you lay. she reaches down into the nightstand, pulling out a couple objects you can’t quite make out just yet. she turns then, facing you so you can see what she’s retrieved.
a hand towel, a small bottle of lube, and a translucent pink dildo.
“can i use this on you?” she asks as she holds the faux cock between you two. you swallow. it was average sized, certainly nothing to be scared of. however, you’re a little surprised it was something wanda wanted to try so soon.
“we don’t have to.” she says when you don’t respond after a moment.
“no!” you reply a little too quickly. “it’s not that. i want to. i was just a little surprised is all.” you reassure her.
she grins, nodding her head. “okay.”
she scoots close to you until her knee brushes against your thigh. you watch as she coats the dildo with a generous amount of lube.
“i can always add more if we need it.” she snaps the lid shut, keeping the bottle close beside her on the bed.
you open your legs to give her easier access. she settles between them, her knees pressed against the bed on either side of your left leg.
her eyes are intent on her destination as she traces the tip of the pink dildo along your slit.
“tell me if you want me to stop.” she murmurs as she rubs it perfectly against your sensitive nub.
“i will.” you exhale shakily, your hips rolling just slightly into her hand.
she’s thorough, making sure everything is sufficiently lubricated before you feel the tip pressing against your opening. you’re watching wanda, her eyes still gazing at the space between your legs.
the toy slides in easily, though wanda is still slow, allowing your body to accommodate the size carefully.
you gasp as you feel the dildo bottom out inside of you. the stretch is noticeable—pleasant. wanda’s eyes flick up to yours, a pleased expression on her face. she pulls out, twisting experimentally as she pushes it back in. your legs part further, your mouth falling open with a silent moan.
she begins setting a slow pace, pushing in and out of you steadily.
“does that feel good?” she asks, though your breathless pants must be a good indicator she was doing something right.
“yes.” you gasp.
your eyes drift down to her hand, watching as the faux cock slides in and out of you. you can hear how wet you are.
“there are other things i think about us trying.” she begins to say. “but for some reason, this is the fantasy i keep coming back to.” she twists her hand again, picking up the pace just a little. “i didn’t really know why. until now.”
you inhale sharply, a small moan passing through your lips as she bumps against a particularly sensitive spot.
“you’re taking this so well.” she praises, adjusting herself so she was hovering above you, her face just inches from yours. she changes the pace again, this time going a little harder.
“wanda.” you whimper. your hips roll in time with her thrusts. her gaze burns into yours. even in the low light, you can make out how her irises have darkened just a tad around the edges.
“those noises you’re making are even cuter than i imagined.” she hums.
she readjusts her hold on the base, changing the angle as she thrusts the toy into you even faster than before. the new angle allows her to rub perfectly against your sensitive walls, the knuckle of her thumb brushing against your clit with each thrust.
“oh—” your head falls back, your eyes closing in pleasure. “that feels so good.”
“yeah?” she echoes, maintaining her pace. her free hand comes up to brush some hair off your forehead.
“yes!” you gasp, feeling that familiar coil tighten in your belly.
“good. just feel.” she murmurs gently. “you can let go whenever you need to.”
you focus on the sounds of wanda—her slightly labored breathing and her voice paired with the sounds of her fucking you and your breathy moans. the more you focus on it, the more the coil tightens.
your hands seek purchase wherever they can find as it finally snaps. you’re blinded by the color white, your muscles tightening as waves of pleasure wash over your body.
wanda is gentle as she helps you down from your high. her thrusting becoming slower and slower as you ride the waves. she stops when your thighs begin to tremble, but she doesn’t take it out right away.
she kisses you softly, her lips tender and careful as they move against yours.
“was that okay?” she asks quietly.
“more than okay.” you whisper, a smile turning up the corner of your lip.
when she takes care of you after, she’s gentle through the whole process. cleaning you up, making sure you feel okay as you cuddle close together.
your legs are entangled together, arms wrapped around each other as you lazily kiss and stroke along each others skin.
“i want to make you feel good now.” you tell her after a few minutes. she regards you for a long moment before nodding her head. all you know is you want to make this as perfect for her as she did for you.
and so the evening unfolded around you, each new touch feeling less like discovery and more like coming home.
Mommy Wanda Head Canons
ᗢ Mommy Wanda x Autistic!Fem!Reader ᗢ
ᗢRequested by Anonᗢ
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda always speaks for you in public settings, not because she's controlling, but because you get too overwhelmed, and without even saying so, she steps in, knowing exactly what needs to be said as she holds you close, voice demanding the other persons attention, for them to focus solely on her.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda gives you the best aftercare after sex that you have had, the only aftercare you've had. She holds you close, your head against her chest, listening to her heart beat which in turn calms your own breathing. Wanda'f fingers gently strokes your skin from the side of your face, down your arms and down your spine. She gives you so much praise, "You did so good my love, I'm so proud of you, now just breathe for me, okay? That's it, slow breaths sweet girl." She would then ensure you drank at least one glass of water, have a few bites of a granola bar, before running you a warm bubble bath, with lavender bubbles, face masks, with Wanda either sitting in the bath behind you, or sitting on the side of the tub, knowing you needed her near you.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda remembers everything. Your favourite tea, the blanket you always steal, your favourite stuffie and comfort item, which side of the bed you sleep on, and when your social battery is running low before you even realise it. She knows you better than you really know yourself.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda bakes. She bakes everything you love, from raspberry turnovers, to lemon tarts, to fairy cakes. She loves to bake as it is, but making for you is one of her love languages. She always sends you to work with something freshly baked, in different shapes, usually hearts. And every time you eat what she's made you it feels like a warm hug.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda has this little habit of tilting your chin up with two fingers when you're doubting yourself to putting yourself down, or even being more sassy than she would like you to be. Then always starting her sentence with "Look at me." but never expecting actual eye contact and "listen to me sweetheart..."
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda is never casual about the way she dominates you in the bedroom, there's always a very specific reason and a need for every action she takes with you.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda never lets you drive. You can drive, but she'll never let you. You want to go out? She grabs her keys and drives you anywhere and everywhere. She knows driving is something that stresses you out, but even if it didn't she would still want to drive. She always has her hand on your thigh, playing the music, or nerdy podcast that you love the most. She wants to keep an eye on and ensure you are safe and comfortable.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda's other love language in touch. She was constantly have her hands all over you, and unless you tell her no, or you need a breather, not that you ever do, then she will always have a hand on you when she can.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda know exactly what to do when you have meltdowns. She holds you. Tight. Making sure you feel the pressure of her body around yours, until your nervous system relaxed into a normality again. She lights a candle, give you your favourite stuffie and wraps you in a blanket, like a little burrito.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda always has you calling her Mommy. Always. It brings you comfort, and she loves to hear the words leave your lips.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda knows when something is wrong before you do. She calls it her "Domme senses" and you hate and love how she always knows, but her knowing gives you a sense of security.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda, doesn't just enjoy, but revels in catching you staring at her, waiting for you to become flustered before asking, "Can I help you sweetheart?"
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda absolutely knows the effect her confidence has on people around her, and even better she uses her confidence to her advantage by flustering you and leaving you speechless. Every. Single. Time.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda doesn't ask twice. If she says, "Come here," there's an unspoken confidence, you never go against what she says, even when your moody.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda loves to read to you, usually after dinner, she'll curl up on the couch with your head in her lap, her fingers running through your hair, as her voice calms and soothes every single part of your soul.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda never shouts. She never raises her voice. The calmer she is though, the scarier she is, and you know for a fact it will mean you are in the most trouble. Her calm is like a storm, waiting patiently before rising through the clouds and when she does, you will firmly be put back in your place.
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