Summary: Wanda says yes to Columbia University… but what about you?
Characters: stoner!wanda x reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: minor depression mention, makeup sex, marijuana use, mommy kink, teasing, pineapple on pizza (lol)
author’s note: happy birthday to my best girl, my beautiful girlfriend, who had lost faith in me about finishing this series… to which I’d say she was half right considering I never thought I’d have a finale here. I love you baby 🧡
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“And I’m so goddamn proud of you! But what about us?! What about me, Wanda?” The tears began to fall and you watched as her excited expression fell, finally realizing what you had meant all along.
“Oh. I… I don’t know.”
It had been a full week since you’d last seen your girlfriend. It had also been a full week since you showered or left your room; barely getting up to pee and have a snack. You had tons of unread texts buzzing through your phone from Wanda. She was begging you to talk to her.
In that very long week, you’d gone through every scenario in your head. Everything from ‘she’ll probably just break up with me’, to ‘maybe I should just join her’. None of it made any sense. After all, Wanda told you she applied long before she moved here and you know she was telling the truth. Why was it so hard for you to believe that she forgot? You were so incredibly proud of her for getting a full ride to Columbia. Why were you also so sad?
*buzz buzz*
‘Please baby, I need to see you so I can explain!’
You picked up your phone and decided to respond. There were only two weeks left of summer break before Wanda would inevitably move across the country without you. Maybe she didn’t burn for you like you thought she did. Maybe you’ll always love her more. You ran your hands over your face in exasperation.
‘Ok’.
That’s all you responded with. You didn’t have much else in you. You didn’t even care to shower. You didn’t hear her text back since you had fallen asleep; dreaming of what could be if the world was a perfect place.
“Wanda, if you had your way you would’ve been late to your own wedding!”
“Baby please, I wasn’t late!”
“Only because I insisted that your brother be in charge of getting you here as quick as possible! You know that man is never late for anything.” The two of you laughed.
Salem walked over to Wanda and plopped himself in her lap, purring as she sat on the couch. You closed your eyes and sighed, picking up the black cat who gave you a stink eye as he walked away.
“Baby-“
“Wanda, please! You need to get dressed and we need to put our “smoking paraphernalia” away before your parents get here!”
Almost on cue, there was a knock on the front door, opening it up to see-
You sat up, tears about to stream down your cheeks as you were awoken to chip bags crumbling and a trash bag shuffling. Wanda had started cleaning up your depressive episode, and for a moment you forgot she had your spare key. Your parents’ house was nothing to brag about; a modern double wide with just enough bedrooms so you didn’t have to share with your sister growing up.
“Wanda-“
“Shhh, just let me do this, please,” she begged.
“Wanda, we need to talk,” you insisted. “Isn’t that why you asked to come over?”
“Well… yes but I do miss you,” she said quietly.
You didn’t respond as she continued to pick up the trash that had scattered around your bedroom. You weren’t a messy person by any means but this latest development had sent you spiraling. Wanda was your best friend, your lover, your partner, your soulmate. How could you let her move across the country when you were right here?
You didn’t realize tears were streaming down your cheeks now at full force. Wanda looked up from her cleaning spree and cooed. “Baby!”
“Baby please talk to me, the silent treatment has been killing me!” Wanda exclaimed.
“Killing you?! How do you think I feel?!” You asked. “We had this amazing, dream come true relationship, and a giant envelope comes in the mail and ruins it all!”
“Baby, I really did forget about it! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. This doesn’t have to be the end of us though,” Wanda said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“How can it not?! You’ll be three thousand plus miles away! And you’ll be busy with school and your new friends and probably a new girlfriend!” You cried out.
“Who said anything about a new girlfriend?!” Wanda asked incredulously. “You’re my girlfriend. You’re it for me, pretty girl. From the moment you stalked me at the skate park!”
Wanda’s comment did make you chuckle a bit. “But-“
“Just because I’ll be far away, doesn’t mean we can’t make this work! I can fly you out for weekend visits and we can FaceTime on all the days we can’t be there together in person! And we can still have our date nights and-“ Wanda sighed. “But… only if you want to try.”
“Wanda,” you whispered through tears. “I love you, but what if this doesn’t work?”
“I love you most, pretty girl. But we won’t know if it doesn’t work if we don’t try. I know it’s scary and I know the unknown is well… unknown… but what if it works and the time apart only brings us closer together?” Wanda said.
Wanda scooted further up in the bed to wrap her arms around you, pressing a kiss to your dirty hair. “Okay,” you said weakly.
“Okay?” Wanda asked.
“Okay, I’m willing to try. I don’t want to lose you Wanda, and I trust you with all that I have,” you said. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything baby! Anything at all!”
“You go out there and you kick Columbia’s ass!” You said, giggling slightly.
Wanda chuckled. “There’s my girl!”
She pulled you even closer to her and you had forgotten that it had been a week since you’d showered and you knew in that moment what she was about to say. “Can you promise me something in return?”
“Of course, my love.”
“Please don’t ever go an entire week without showering ever again?”
“Is it really that bad?” You asked, covering your face.
“It’s that bad,” Wanda said, giggling. “Let me help you out of bed so we can see if your legs still work.”
Wanda helped you stand, watching in disgust at how crumpled you looked but she was determined to take care of you. “Stay right there!”
You frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing if you’d be able to stand so long without her. You could hear the running water from the bathroom, smiling to yourself a little as you could tell she was running a bath for you. Wanda came back to take your hand and bring you to the bathroom, where she had set up a nice warm bubble bath, lit some candles, and grabbed you a large glass of water; forcing you to drink it even though you’re not a fan.
“Wanda-“
“Shhhh, c’mere beautiful,” she cooed.
You blushed as Wanda removed your oversized shirt and underwear. “Sorry,” you mumbled.
“No my love, I’m sorry. My application and acceptance to Columbia should’ve been something that was talked about before this whole thing blew up. Let me make it up to you, baby,” Wanda said, as she removed her clothing as well. You couldn’t help but drool as usual. Wanda stepped in the bathtub first, before holding out a hand to help you follow suit.
The calming scent of lavender overwhelmed your senses as you sat in the bathtub with your girlfriend. You reached out to grab your wash cloth but Wanda swatted your hand away. “Let me,” she said quietly.
She washed your hair first, taking the time to massage your scalp, almost putting you to sleep with how good she is at that. After your hair was shampooed and conditioned, she helped wash your body, using a new gentle exfoliating scrub that you’d never seen before.
“Did my sister put you up to this?” You asked.
“No, it was my idea after she told me you smelled so bad that the neighbors down the street could smell you!”
“Hey!” You exclaimed, chuckling as you splashed her.
“I just wanted to make sure my baby was being taken care of is all,” Wanda cooed.
“I wasn’t doing a very good job of that myself,” you sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll do once you move, Wanda.”
“Shhh we will cross that bridge when we get to it, baby. Just let mommy take care of you tonight,” Wanda said softly. You hummed at the title and closed your eyes as she washed the filth and stink away.
“Baby we have to stand up so we can properly rinse the bubbles off,” Wanda said.
“Mmmm but you’re so cozy!” You whined.
“C’mon baby we can get cozy after we’re rinsed and dry,” Wanda cooed.
You huffed but obliged, slowly and carefully standing up so you didn’t slip. The two of you rinsed and stepped out of the tub; Wanda wrapping you in a warm, fluffy towel before guiding you back to your room. You’d never felt so pampered before; Wanda sitting behind you on your bed as she brushed your hair. The two of you went through your nighttime routines, almost as if living together was normal. And for just a moment, your thoughts weren’t plagued with the reality of Wanda leaving in a few short weeks.
“You need to eat,” Wanda said, kissing your shoulder after finishing with your hair.
“Can we just order a pizza?” You asked. “I don’t wanna cook or go out.”
“Of course, sweet girl,” Wanda cooed. “The usual?”
If your eyes could produce hearts, you were sure they would. You nodded, grabbing your vape pen and taking a few hits. You could definitely tell that after a week’s worth of rotting, you’d need to replace your cart sooner rather than later.
“That tasted like an email,” you said, coughing, and sputtering. Wanda laughed and you forgot how much you missed her in that moment.
“Here baby,” she said, handing you a fresh cart. She leaned in but then stopped herself. “May I kiss you?”
You nodded, but she frowned. “Yes please,” you whispered. Wanda leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You grabbed her face and pulled her close, kissing her with so much emotion and love that maybe would somehow make up for the week away. Her hands were wandering your body, the two of you still not dressed after your relaxing bath. Wanda’s hands traveled to your ass, scooping you up into her lap to face her, with a little yelp of surprise from you in the process.
“Please,” you whispered as her kisses trailed down your neck, leaving little bites in their wake.
“Please what, baby?” Wanda tortured. Her lips were now trailing down your chest, getting closer and closer to your hardened nipples.
“Please mommy! I need you,” you whined.
“Patience, my sweet girl,” Wanda said, taking one of your nipples in her mouth. She closed her lips around it, gently sucking and nibbling, her tongue soothing over the bites. She took her time on each one, undoubtably able to feel how wet you were as you sat in her lap. You hadn’t noticed that your hips had started moving, in an attempt to get some relief from her teasing.
“Aww my needy baby,” Wanda teased, pulling away. “Tell mommy what you want so badly.”
You blushed, your head falling forward onto her shoulder, all of a sudden feeling very exposed and shy. “I can’t hear you baby,” Wanda said.
You felt her reach out to your nightstand, grabbing your pen so you could take a few more hits. Or so you thought. Wanda lifted your head and you watched as she took a hit from your pen first. And then she grabbed your face, allowing you to shotgun from her, just like your first time, sitting in this exact position, just with more clothes on. The moment brought you back and you were feeling suddenly even more needy. This continued for a few more times and you were most definitely feeling the high now.
“Need you Mommy,” you said, your high letting you be a little more brave. “Need you to touch me.”
“Aw my love, but I am already touching you! Is that all you wanted?”
“N-no! I wantyoutotouchmypussy!” You stammered out. Wanda giggled and figured she’d tortured you enough. She helped you off her lap and down onto the bed, spreading your legs while admiring how messy your pussy had become.
Wanda hesitated no longer and took a long, thick lick over your exposed cunt. “Oh fuck!”
Your hands flew to Wanda’s hair, holding it away from her face as she ate you out. Gentle sucks on your clit had your hips arching, but she pushed you back down. Wanda always made sure to finish her meal. “Doing so well for me baby,” Wanda teased against your pussy. Every time the two of you end up like this, it feels like the very first time. It wasn’t long before her ministrations sent you over the edge, not once but twice.
“Wanda,” you gasped as she climbed up next to you, while she placed her hand flat over your pussy.
“Mine. This will always be mine. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, mommy!”
“Good girl! Now go get cleaned up, I think the pizza is here!”
You had forgotten about the pizza delivery and rushed to the bathroom to use the toilet and grab some clean clothes to put on. Wanda had already grabbed plates and napkins from the kitchen, reheating a few slices in the microwave. You found Wanda setting up a little “picnic” on your bed, a blanket out on top and the plates and pizza on that too. Wanda had turned on the television to the celebrity gossip channel (her favorite).
“You got my favorite!” You exclaimed. You took a big bite of the pepperoni and pineapple topped slice and moaned.
“Careful there, baby,” Wanda teased. You shoved her gently and the two of you sat and ate, listening to Entertainment Tonight as you finished. You leaned back in bed and rubbed your tummy, four slices later, you and Wanda had devoured that pizza.
“My love, I’ve been thinking,” Wanda said. “What if…. What if we didn’t have to do long distance.”
“Wanda, I’m not that good at math but I think three thousand plus miles is a bit of a distance!” You said, looking at her a little crazily.
“Well yes, you are right about that but… hear me out,” she started. “What if…. What if we moved in together?”
“I-,” you stuttered.
“My dad could get me a little apartment! He owes me anyway.. and we could decorate it super cute and history will say we were roommates and-“
“Wanda, wait. And what would I do while you’re in school? I can’t go to Columbia! I didn’t even care to apply to college!” You said, starting to get upset again.
“Baby wait, listen. You could do whatever you want! If you wanted to take classes online, you could. If you wanted to get a job out there, you could, but you wouldn’t have to, or you could be my little stay at home wife and do whatever you want!” Wanda exclaimed. “It’s an entirely different world over there!”
“Can I think about it?” You asked, hating that you didn’t have a single answer right this moment.
“Of course my love,” Wanda reassured. She gave you a smile, and a kiss and you picked up your dinner picnic to throw away the trash. On your walk to the kitchen, you contemplated Wanda’s proposal. It really is a different world there. You’d never been to New York, or the east coast in general. Maybe you’d find a cool job and the thrill of coming back to your own place that you lived in with Wanda made you feel excited. You were thinking about the opportunities you’d have to go to different museums and see Broadway musicals and try tons of New York pizza. But then there was leaving your parents and your sister… They’d understand, right? You and Wanda have been together an entire year now. Not unheard of for a couple to move in together after that.
You hadn’t realized you were standing and staring out the kitchen window when Wanda tapped you lightly on the shoulder. “Those gears are really turning, huh, my love?”
“They are.. I’d really like to talk to my parents first if that’s okay. Not that I need their permission but I’m sure you understand. I hope,” you said, eyes softening as you turned to face your girlfriend.
“Of course baby,” Wanda said, smiling. She placed a kiss on your forehead and grabbed your hand back to go back to bed. “Can I stay the night? Or would you rather I not, so you can talk to your parents tomorrow?”
“Hmm as much as I love sleeping with you, I think it’s best I talk to my parents alone,” you said, hanging your head.
“Hey pretty girl, it’s okay! It’s a big ask, a big step, a big proposition. Whatever the outcome, I love you so much no matter what, okay?” Wanda said softly, pulling you in for a tight hug. “I love you, beautiful.”
“I love you most,” you responded.
——
“This box is so damn heavy, what’s in here, bricks?!” Your older sister asked.
“I should’ve just asked Pietro to help if all you’re going to do is complain!” You cried out. The box was heavy but your sister did help you pack so she should know.
Wanda’s stuff was already packed away neatly in the truck, with some furniture already at the new place across the country, waiting to be unboxed. You both agreed to buy a new bed just so you’d have somewhere to sleep when you visit home. The two of you had picked out the perfect little flat in New York City, and planned on adopting a cat as soon as you’re both settled.
“You ready for this, baby?” Wanda asked, stepping next to you inside the large moving truck.
“Yes and no, I’m nervous, but I’ll go anywhere with you,” you said, taking Wanda’s hand.
“I’ll be there every step of the way. We’ll be together,” Wanda said, pulling you into her side.
Wanda decides to make a boring meeting not so boring. Natasha is very thankful she has a good poker face.
18+, NSFW, oneshot | 6.3k words
A/N: Old one I never posted. I think I've gotten better at writing, at least marginally, so maybe this one isn't my best. But there's something about Wanda using her magic like this...I mean, she's the Scarlet Witch. She can rewrite reality. Obviously, she can use her magic for other things. I don't know, that's just my personal headcanon.
ao3
The thing about Avengers meetings was that they were almost always unnecessary.
Natasha had sat through approximately seven hundred of these things over the years—that was a conservative estimate, but probably accurate—and maybe ten percent of them had actually required everyone to be physically present. The rest could have been emails. Or texts. Or literally anything that didn't involve gathering Earth's Mightiest Heroes in a conference room for two hours to discuss things like "protocol updates" and "equipment inventory" and "quarterly budget reviews."
Today's meeting was shaping up to be a particularly egregious waste of time.
They were forty-three minutes in, and Tony and Steve had already derailed the agenda four times to argue about... something. Natasha had honestly stopped paying attention around minute fifteen. Something about shield storage protocols? Or was it the new quinjet maintenance schedule? She'd lost the thread entirely when Tony had made a sarcastic comment about "Captain America's thoughts on proper hangar organization," and Steve had taken the bait like he always did, that stubborn set to his jaw that meant he was digging in for a long argument.
Now they were going in circles while everyone else looked progressively more dead inside.
Sam was scrolling through his phone under the table, not even pretending to pay attention anymore. Bruce was doodling something in his notebook—looked like molecular diagrams, because of course Bruce would use boring meetings to work through actual science problems. Clint had that thousand-yard stare that meant he was mentally somewhere else entirely, probably thinking about his farm or his kids or literally anything more interesting than hangar organization protocols.
Natasha was sitting in her usual seat at the conference table—the one with a clear view of both exits and her back to a wall, because old habits died hard—directly across from Wanda. Her wife looked about as thrilled as Natasha felt, slouched slightly in her chair with her chin propped on one hand, watching Tony and Steve go back and forth with the glazed expression of someone who'd mentally checked out thirty minutes ago.
At least they were suffering together. Small mercies.
Natasha pulled out her phone under the table, intending to at least get some work done while trapped in this purgatory. Maybe she could respond to those SHIELD emails that had been piling up, or review the mission report from last week that was due tomorrow, or literally anything productive—
She felt it immediately.
A gentle pressure between her legs. Subtle, barely there, but unmistakable. Like phantom fingers tracing along the seam of her jeans, a whisper of sensation that made her breath catch and her spine straighten involuntarily.
Natasha's eyes snapped up to Wanda.
Her wife wasn't looking at her. She was still watching Tony and Steve argue, her expression unchanged—bored and slightly annoyed, like everyone else at the table. But as Natasha stared at her, the afternoon light from the window shifted slightly, and for just a moment Natasha caught the faint red glow in Wanda's eyes. That telltale sign of magic at work.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Wanda's lips curved into the tiniest smile, barely perceptible to anyone who wasn't looking for it. And the pressure between Natasha's legs increased slightly—still subtle, still just a tease, but definitely, unmistakably intentional.
Natasha focused her thoughts the way she'd been trained to over years of practice, directing them clearly and deliberately at Wanda.
“Wanda. We're in a meeting.”
A moment later, Wanda's voice filled her head—warm, amused, with that particular playful tone that meant Natasha was in serious trouble. “I know. A very boring meeting. I'm entertaining myself.”
“By torturing me?”
“By entertaining both of us.” The pressure shifted, became more focused, tracing a deliberate line up the inside of Natasha's thigh. “You're bored too. Don't pretend you're not.”
Natasha was bored. Had been actively dying of boredom for the last forty-three minutes while Tony and Steve argued about absolutely nothing of consequence. But there was a significant difference between being bored and having your wife use magic to tease you under the table in front of the entire team.
“Someone's going to notice,” Natasha thought at her, trying desperately to keep her expression neutral even as Wanda's magic traced another slow, deliberate line up her inner thigh.
“No one ever notices.” Wanda finally looked at her directly, and the heat in her eyes made Natasha's stomach flip. “They're all too busy arguing about absolutely nothing. We could probably fuck on this table and Steve wouldn't notice until we knocked over his water glass.”
“Wanda—”
“Relax, Nat.” The pressure increased again, and Natasha had to physically fight the urge to shift in her seat. “I'll be gentle. Mostly.”
That "mostly" was not even remotely reassuring.
Natasha tried to focus on the meeting, on whatever Tony was currently saying with increasingly dramatic hand gestures. Something about equipment requisitions? Budget allocations? She genuinely couldn't tell anymore, and the phantom pressure between her legs was making it functionally impossible to concentrate on anything else.
“This is insane,” Natasha directed at Wanda, gripping her pen hard enough that her knuckles went white.
“This is fun,” Wanda corrected, and Natasha caught another flash of red in her eyes as the magic moved with more deliberate purpose. “And you're already responding. I can feel it.”
“Of course I'm responding. You're using magic on me. What did you expect?”
“I expect you to sit there and take it like the professional spy you are.” Wanda's mental voice had taken on a teasing quality that made Natasha's pulse quicken and her thighs clench involuntarily. “You're so good at keeping your composure under pressure. Let's see just how good.”
The magic increased in intensity significantly—no longer just a tease but actual, deliberate pressure. Still subtle enough that no one would notice from looking at her, but intense enough that Natasha had to actively concentrate on keeping her breathing even and her expression bored.
“You're evil,” Natasha thought at her with feeling.
“You love me,” Wanda countered, and the smug satisfaction in her mental voice was both infuriating and devastatingly attractive.
“I'm going to get you back for this.”
“I'm counting on it.” And then Wanda's magic pushed past the barrier of Natasha's jeans—which should not have been physically possible, but apparently magic didn't care about things like fabric and physics—and touched her directly, skin to skin, through her underwear.
Natasha's hand clenched on her pen hard enough that she heard the plastic crack slightly. She forced herself to relax her grip before she snapped it completely, forced herself to keep her expression neutral and vaguely bored, even as Wanda's magic traced maddening patterns directly against her most sensitive areas through the thin cotton of her underwear.
This was a problem. This was a serious, ongoing problem that was only going to get worse, and Natasha had absolutely no idea how she was going to survive the next hour and fifteen minutes.
"—which is exactly why I'm saying we need to completely restructure the storage system," Tony was saying, gesturing emphatically at something on the projected screen behind him. "The current setup is inefficient and frankly dangerous to anyone who needs to access level-three equipment in under two minutes—"
"It's been working perfectly fine for three years," Steve interrupted, his jaw set in that stubborn way that meant he was prepared to die on this hill. "If it's not broken, we don't need to fix it."
"'Fine' isn't good enough when we're talking about response time in crisis situations—"
Natasha stopped listening entirely because Wanda had just increased the intensity significantly, her magic stroking firmly and deliberately against Natasha's clit through the thin fabric barrier, and it was taking every ounce of her considerable training to keep her expression neutral and her breathing steady.
“I hate you,” Natasha directed at Wanda, even as her body betrayed her with a fresh rush of arousal that Wanda could definitely sense.
“No you don't.” Wanda's mental voice was unbearably smug. “You love this. You love that I can do this to you and no one else knows. You love that you have to sit there perfectly still while I take you apart piece by piece.”
Natasha couldn't even deny it. Because Wanda was absolutely right—there was something thrilling about this, something that made her pulse race and her skin flush with more than just arousal. The danger of it, the complete control Wanda had, the fact that they were surrounded by their teammates who had absolutely no idea what was happening three feet away from them.
“You're already so wet,” Wanda observed, her magic confirming what she was saying as it slid easily through gathering arousal. “God, Nat. You're soaked while we’re in a meeting.”
“Whose fault is that?” Natasha shot back, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity even as Wanda's magic circled her clit with absolutely maddening precision.
“Mine,” Wanda agreed, sounding extremely pleased with herself. “All mine. And I'm going to make it so much worse before I'm done with you.”
The magic shifted without warning, and suddenly Natasha felt what distinctly felt like fingers—phantom fingers, magical fingers, but fingers nonetheless—pushing aside her underwear and touching her directly with no barriers at all. No fabric, no protection, just Wanda's magic stroking through her wetness with increasing confidence and skill.
Natasha bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound, her free hand moving under the table to grip the edge of her chair hard enough that her knuckles went completely white. This was so much worse than she'd anticipated. The sensation was surreal and overwhelming—she could feel it so clearly, the pressure and movement and friction, the way it dragged through her wetness and circled her clit with perfect precision, but there was nothing physically there. Just Wanda's magic, invisible and intangible to everyone else in the room, but absolutely devastating to Natasha.
“This is insane,” Natasha repeated, because she genuinely couldn't think of anything else to articulate.
“You said that already.” Wanda's magic found her clit and circled it with perfect, maddening pressure that made Natasha's hips want to jerk up involuntarily. “Try to be more creative with your complaints.”
“I'm too busy trying not to cum to be creative,” Natasha thought desperately, her thighs clenching together under the table in a futile attempt to either increase or decrease the sensation—she honestly wasn't sure which.
“Then don't try so hard.” The magic increased its pace deliberately. “Let it happen. I want to feel you cum while Steve is pontificating about hangar organization.”
“We're not even talking about hangar organization anymore. I think they've moved on to... actually, I have no idea what they're talking about now.”
“See? No one's paying attention anyway.” Wanda's magic pushed inside her without warning—just one finger, testing, but enough to make Natasha's breath catch audibly in her throat. “Now stop overthinking and just feel.”
Natasha wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Wanda that this was inappropriate and dangerous and absolutely could not continue. But Wanda's magic pushed deeper, curling in that perfect way that made stars burst behind Natasha's eyelids, and all her protests died before they could fully form.
“That's better,” Wanda said approvingly in her mind. “Much better. Now let me work.”
And work she did.
The phantom sensation of Wanda's fingers inside her was surreal and overwhelming in equal measure. Natasha could feel everything—the stretch and fullness, the way Wanda's magic curled just right to hit that spot inside her that always made her see stars, the drag of withdrawal and the press of penetration. It felt impossibly real, and Natasha had to keep reminding herself that there was nothing actually there, that this was all Wanda's magic and her considerable skill at using it for deeply inappropriate purposes.
“You're doing so well,” Wanda praised, her mental voice dropping into that lower register that always made Natasha's stomach clench with want. “Sitting there so still, so quiet, so perfectly composed. No one has any idea that you're falling apart right now. That you're seconds away from cumming all over my magic while Tony explains quarterly budget allocations.”
Natasha's nails dug crescents into her palm as Wanda's magic increased its pace, fucking her with steady, deliberate, devastating movements while phantom pressure circled her clit with perfect rhythm. She was getting close—embarrassingly, terrifyingly fast—and she knew with absolute certainty that there was no way she was going to make it through this meeting without cumming at least once.
“Wanda,” she thought desperately, not even sure what she was asking for anymore. “Please—”
“Please what?” Wanda's mental voice was deliberately teasing. “Please stop? Please keep going? Please make you cum right here in front of everyone? You have to be specific, baby.”
“Please—” Natasha's thought cut off abruptly as Wanda's magic hit that perfect spot with devastating precision, and she had to physically transform her resulting gasp into a cough.
"You okay, Romanoff?" Clint asked from beside her, looking mildly concerned as he finally emerged from his mental absence.
"Fine," Natasha managed, her voice only slightly strained, remarkably steady considering. "Just—dry throat. Need water."
She reached for her water glass with a hand that was almost steady, taking a long drink to cover for the fact that she'd nearly lost complete control of her physical reactions. Across the table, Wanda was watching her with dark, knowing eyes, and her magic hadn't slowed down at all. If anything, it had increased its pace.
“Nice save,” Wanda said in her mind. “But I'm not going to make it easy on you.”
“You're going to get us caught,” Natasha thought at her, setting down her water glass with deliberate, careful precision.
“I'm not.” Wanda's magic curled inside her again, hitting that spot that made Natasha want to moan. “Because you're going to sit there quietly and cum for me without making a single sound. Aren't you?”
It wasn't really a question. It was a command, delivered in that tone that made Natasha's knees weak and her resolve crumble into dust. And because Natasha had apparently lost her mind entirely, she found herself nodding almost imperceptibly.
“Good girl,” Wanda said, deep satisfaction coloring her mental voice. “Now let go. Cum for me, Nat. Right now.”
And because Natasha's body had apparently decided to obey Wanda over her own sense of self-preservation and professional dignity, she did.
Her orgasm built with terrifying speed, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly as Wanda's magic worked her with relentless, perfect precision. The phantom fingers inside her hit that perfect spot with every thrust while pressure circled her clit in exactly the right pattern, and Natasha knew—absolutely knew with crystal clarity—that she was about to cum in the middle of a team meeting while Tony Stark argued with Steve Rogers about god knows what.
“That's it,” Wanda encouraged, her mental voice wrapping around Natasha like a physical caress.” I can feel how close you are. Can feel how hard you're fighting it. Stop fighting and just let it happen. Let me feel you fall apart.”
The magic increased its pace one final, devastating time, and Natasha's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She kept her expression carefully neutral through sheer force of will, kept her breathing even despite her racing heart, kept her body still and composed—the only outward signs were the white-knuckled grip she had on her water glass and the way her thighs clenched together involuntarily under the table. But inside her mind, behind her carefully constructed mask, she was completely falling apart. Pleasure rolled through her body in intense, overwhelming waves, and Wanda's magic worked her through every second of it with gentle, perfect movements, drawing it out until Natasha was trembling with the effort of staying still and silent.
“Beautiful,” Wanda said in her mind, and Natasha could hear the genuine affection and awe beneath the teasing satisfaction. “You're so beautiful when you cum. Even when you're trying to hide it from everyone.”
“I’m going to divorce you,” Natasha thought weakly, still trying to catch her breath without being obvious about it, still trying to look like she was just bored and shifting position.
“No you won’t.” Wanda's magic gentled considerably, became soothing instead of stimulating, helping Natasha come down slowly from the intensity. “You love me.”
“I'm going to kill you when we get home,” Natasha amended, finally releasing her death grip on her water glass before she actually shattered it.
“Looking forward to it.” And then, mercifully, Wanda withdrew her magic entirely.
Natasha slumped slightly in her chair, trying to make it look like she was just bored and adjusting her position rather than recovering from an intense orgasm. Across the table, Wanda had turned her attention back to the ongoing argument, looking for all the world like she was following the discussion with genuine interest rather than having just made Natasha cum at a team meeting using invisible magic.
Natasha took another long drink of water, using the moment to compose herself properly and slow her still-racing heart. She tried to focus on what Tony was saying—something about quarterly budget reviews now, apparently they'd moved completely away from hangar organization—but her brain felt pleasantly fuzzy and her body was still tingling with aftershocks.
She lasted approximately seven minutes before Wanda's magic returned with a vengeance.
“What are you doing?” Natasha demanded, feeling the familiar phantom pressure return between her legs with alarming intensity.
“The meeting's not over yet,” Wanda replied, and Natasha could hear the wicked grin in her mental voice. “And I said you were going to cum at least once. We're going for twice now. Maybe three times if you're really good for me.”
“Wanda, I just—I can't do this again—”
“You can.” The magic was gentle at first, teasing, building her back up slowly despite her recent orgasm. “And you will. Because you're perfect and I love watching you struggle to keep it together.”
“This is cruel,” Natasha thought, even as her body—traitorous thing that it was—responded immediately to the touch, still oversensitive from her first orgasm.
“This is fun,” Wanda corrected cheerfully. “There's a significant difference.”
“Not from where I'm sitting.”
“From where you're sitting, you're about to cum again.” The magic circled her clit lazily, building pleasure with patient, maddening, absolutely devastating precision. “So I'd say your perspective is about to get much more interesting.”
Natasha couldn't even argue with that deeply flawed logic. She just gripped the edge of the table with both hands now and tried to mentally prepare herself for round two.
This time, Wanda took her time with deliberate, almost cruel patience.
The magic moved slowly, teasingly, building Natasha up with maddening care and attention. She'd stroke firmly for several long moments, bringing Natasha right to the desperate edge of needing more, then pull back to barely-there pressure that left Natasha silently begging for anything substantial. It was torture of the absolute sweetest kind, and Natasha knew with certainty that Wanda was thoroughly enjoying every second of her struggle.
“You're fucking evil,” Natasha thought for what felt like the hundredth time.
“So you keep saying,” Wanda replied, utterly unbothered and clearly amused. “And yet you keep responding so beautifully to everything I do.”
The magic pushed inside her again without warning—two fingers this time, stretching her in that delicious way that made Natasha want to moan out loud. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek instead, maintaining her neutral, bored expression even as Wanda's magic started to move with clear, deliberate purpose.
And then Natasha felt something entirely new flooding her mind: vivid images with perfect clarity.
She saw herself through Wanda's eyes—a memory from last week, the two of them in their bed at home. Natasha was between Wanda's spread thighs, looking up at her with dark, intent, hungry eyes, and Wanda's hand was fisted tightly in her hair, guiding her movements. Natasha could hear Wanda's voice in the memory, breathy and desperate and absolutely wrecked: “God, yes, just like that, don't stop, Nat, please don't stop—”
The memory was so viscerally vivid that Natasha could almost taste Wanda on her tongue, could almost feel the weight of Wanda's thigh pressed against her shoulder, the way Wanda's hips had rolled up to meet her mouth. And underneath the overwhelming sensory details of the memory, Wanda's magic was still working steadily between her legs in the present, the dual sensation of memory and physical pleasure making her head spin dangerously.
“Stop,” Natasha thought desperately, though whether she meant the memories or the magic she honestly couldn't say anymore. “That's not fair—”
“All's fair in love and boring meetings,” Wanda replied smugly, and she sent another memory crashing into Natasha's consciousness—this one from the shower two days ago. Natasha was pressed hard against the cold tile wall, hot water streaming over both their bodies, and Wanda's fingers were buried inside her, moving with devastating purpose and skill. “You feel so good, Nat. So perfect for me. So tight and wet. Come on, baby, let me feel it. Cum for me just like this—”
“You're going to make me cum again,” Natasha thought, somewhere between rising panic and overwhelming arousal.
“That's the entire idea,” Wanda confirmed with satisfaction, sending yet another memory. This one was from last month—Natasha wearing their strap-on harness, Wanda riding her with complete abandon, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy, hands braced on Natasha's shoulders for balance. “Fuck, Nat, you're so deep like this. So perfect. So good. Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—”
The combination of intensely erotic memories and the very real physical sensation of Wanda's magic working inside her was absolutely overwhelming. Natasha's second orgasm was building significantly faster than the first, pleasure coiling tight and hot and insistent in her belly, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer at all.
"—don't you think, Romanoff?"
The sound of her name cut sharply through the haze of pleasure and memory, and Natasha's attention snapped back to the meeting with something very close to pure panic. Tony was looking directly at her with clear expectation, and she realized with growing horror that he'd just asked her a direct question. A question she definitely, absolutely hadn't heard because she'd been too busy drowning in erotic memories while Wanda finger-fucked her with invisible magic under the conference table.
“Oh god,” Natasha thought at Wanda in genuine panic. “What did he ask? I wasn't listening—”
“Something about security protocols,” Wanda supplied helpfully, her magic not slowing down even slightly. “For the armory specifically. You reviewed them last week, remember?”
"Could you repeat the question?" Natasha asked Tony, remarkably proud of how steady and professional her voice sounded despite the fact that Wanda's magic had just hit that perfect spot inside her with devastating accuracy.
"The new security protocols for the armory," Tony said, looking mildly annoyed that she apparently hadn't been paying proper attention. He gestured impatiently at the complex diagram displayed on the screen behind him. "You reviewed them last week, right? What's your professional assessment? Are they actually going to improve our response time in crisis situations, or are they just more bureaucratic nonsense that'll slow us down?"
Natasha had reviewed them. Three days ago, in fact, sitting at her desk with coffee and her tablet. She could absolutely provide her thorough, professional assessment. The only problem—the significant, glaring problem—was that Wanda had just increased the intensity of her magic dramatically, and Natasha was approximately thirty seconds away from her second orgasm.
“Wanda, stop,” Natasha thought desperately, trying to focus. “I have to answer him properly—”
“So answer him,” Wanda replied, her mental voice maddeningly calm and collected. “You can multitask. You're Natasha Romanoff.”
“I'm about to cum—”
“Then you better talk fast.”
Natasha took a careful, measured breath, forcing her brain to focus on security protocols instead of the magic currently destroying her from the inside out.
"They're solid," she said, and she was professionally, almost absurdly proud of how completely normal her voice sounded despite everything. "The biometric scanning updates are comprehensive and address the previous vulnerabilities. The redundancy protocols make tactical sense—if one system fails catastrophically, we've got two independent backups. I'd recommend adding a secondary verification step specifically for the level-four weapons storage, but overall it's a significant improvement over the current system. Should cut our emergency access time by approximately forty percent while actually increasing overall security measures."
"See?" Tony said triumphantly, turning to Steve with vindication written all over his face. "Romanoff gets it. Secondary verification for specific cases, not a complete systematic overhaul of everything that's currently working—"
Natasha stopped listening entirely because Wanda had just sent her another intensely vivid memory—this one of Natasha pressed urgently against their bedroom door, Wanda's hand shoved down the front of her pants, kissing her desperately while Natasha gasped and moaned helplessly into her mouth. And simultaneously, the magic inside her curled with absolute perfection, hitting that spot that made her see actual stars behind her closed eyelids, and Natasha knew with crystal clarity that she was completely done for.
“Cum,” Wanda commanded, her mental voice firm and absolute and impossible to resist. “Right now.”
Natasha's second orgasm hit her like an actual freight train.
She kept her expression carefully, meticulously neutral through what felt like superhuman effort, kept her breathing even despite her heart threatening to beat out of her chest, kept her body still and professionally composed—but inside, behind her careful mask, she was absolutely shattering into a million pieces. Pleasure rolled through her in waves that seemed to go on forever, and Wanda's magic worked her through every single second with perfect, devastating, utterly merciless precision.
“Good girl,” Wanda praised warmly. “So good for me. Staying so quiet and still while you fall completely apart inside.”
When it finally subsided enough for Natasha to think again, she was sweating slightly and both her hands were shaking where they gripped the table edge. She reached for her water glass yet again, taking another long drink to cover for the fact that she'd just had her second orgasm in an hour while her teammates continued arguing about bureaucracy and protocol updates.
“Two,” Wanda said with unmistakable smugness. “That's two orgasms. We're doing great.”
“Are you done now?” Natasha asked, not even remotely hoping for a yes.
“Not even close,” Wanda confirmed cheerfully. “We've still got at least forty minutes left in this meeting. I'm thinking we can definitely go for three. Maybe even four if you're really, really good for me.”
“I'm going to die,” Natasha thought with absolute certainty. “You're actually going to kill me right here in this conference room.”
“You're not going to die.” Wanda's mental voice was affectionate despite the relentless teasing. “You're going to cum a few more times and then we're going to go home and I'm going to do all of this properly in our bed where you can actually make noise.”
“A few more times?”
“I'm thinking four total is a nice round number.” Wanda sounded delighted with her plan. “Very satisfying and complete.”
“Four orgasms. At a team meeting.”
“Exactly!” Wanda's enthusiasm was almost endearing. “Isn't this so much better than just being bored?”
Natasha couldn't even formulate an answer to that absolutely insane question. She just slumped in her chair and tried desperately to recover while Wanda's magic withdrew temporarily, giving her a brief, blessed reprieve to pull herself back together.
The meeting continued with absolutely no awareness of what had just transpired. Tony and Steve had apparently finished their argument about armory protocols and moved on to discussing the upcoming training schedule revisions. Natasha tried genuinely hard to pay attention, tried to actually follow and contribute to the conversation, but her brain was still pleasantly fuzzy from two intense orgasms and she was already dreading the inevitable moment when Wanda decided to go for number three.
She lasted fifteen whole minutes.
Fifteen blessed, magic-free minutes where Natasha actually managed to contribute meaningfully to the discussion about updating the hand-to-hand combat training schedule. She'd even pulled up her digital calendar on her phone and checked her availability for the advanced tactics sessions Steve wanted to implement next month.
And then Wanda's magic returned with absolutely no warning or mercy, and this time there was no gentle buildup whatsoever. This time, Wanda went straight for absolutely devastating, her magic pushing inside Natasha with clear purpose while phantom pressure circled her oversensitive clit with firm, deliberate, unrelenting movements.
“Wanda—” Natasha's thought was barely coherent anymore.
“One more,” Wanda said, her mental voice leaving no room for argument. “Give me one more and then I'll let you rest for a bit. I promise, my love.”
“I can't—it's too much—I'm too sensitive—”
“You can.” Wanda's magic increased its pace mercilessly, and Natasha felt herself responding despite her desperate protests, her body apparently fully on board with this plan even if her brain was having serious reservations. “And you will. Because I want you to. Because I love watching you try so hard to keep it together while I systematically take you apart.”
The magic worked her relentlessly, and Wanda started sending more images—but this time they weren't just memories of things that had actually happened. This time they were fantasies, vivid imaginings of things Wanda was planning, things she wanted to do the absolute moment they got home.
Natasha saw herself bent over their kitchen counter, still fully clothed in her meeting outfit, while Wanda's hands worked expertly between her legs from behind. Saw herself tied securely to their bed with soft rope, wrists bound to the headboard while Wanda took her sweet time exploring every single inch of her body with hands and mouth. Saw herself on her knees on their bedroom floor, looking up at Wanda with desperate, pleading eyes while Wanda's hand guided her head exactly where she wanted it.
“Stop,” Natasha begged weakly, even though she absolutely didn't mean it, even though her body was responding to every single image with fresh waves of arousal. “Please—”
“You don't really want me to stop,” Wanda observed with absolute certainty, her mental voice knowing and confident. “You're already so close again. I can feel it building. Your body knows exactly what it wants, even if your brain is still trying to protest.”
She was absolutely, infuriatingly right.
Natasha was close—desperately, embarrassingly close—oversensitive from two previous orgasms and completely overwhelmed by the constant flood of erotic images Wanda kept sending. The phantom sensation of Wanda's magic inside her was relentless and perfect, hitting that spot with every single thrust while pressure circled her clit with increasing, maddening intensity.
“Almost there,” Wanda encouraged warmly. “Just a little bit more, baby. Let go for me one more time. Let me feel you cum.”
Natasha's third orgasm built with agonizing, torturous slowness, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly until she thought she might actually scream from the unbearable tension. Every single muscle in her body was taut and trembling, and she was gripping the table hard enough that her knuckles had gone completely white and bloodless.
And then Wanda sent her one final image—the two of them in bed that very morning, before they'd gotten up for work and this godforsaken meeting. Natasha curled protectively around Wanda's back, her hand working slowly between Wanda's legs, bringing her gently to orgasm while Wanda was still half-asleep. The memory of Wanda's voice, drowsy and satisfied and full of love: “Love you so much, Nat. Love waking up like this with you every single day.”
The unexpected tenderness of the memory combined with the relentless physical sensation pushed Natasha over the edge one final, devastating time.
Her third orgasm crashed through her with absolutely brutal force, and she barely—just barely—managed to keep from crying out loud. She bit down on her tongue hard enough to taste copper, her whole body going completely rigid in her chair, and the only sounds she made were a sharp inhale through her nose that she somehow managed to disguise as a tired sigh.
“Perfect,” Wanda said in her mind, satisfaction and genuine affection coloring her mental voice beautifully. “You're so perfect for me, Nat. I love you so much.”
“Love you too,” Natasha managed weakly, slumping in her chair as the pleasure finally faded to manageable levels. “Even though you're genuinely the worst person I've ever met in my entire life.”
“Flattery will get you absolutely everywhere,” Wanda replied warmly, and her magic finally—finally—withdrew completely and didn't return.
Natasha sat there for a long moment, just trying to remember how to be a functional human being who could sit through meetings. Her body was still tingling pleasantly, oversensitive and thoroughly satisfied in a way that made her simultaneously want to sleep for twelve straight hours and drag Wanda out of this conference room immediately to continue this somewhere private.
"—so that wraps up today's agenda," Steve was saying, and Natasha could have genuinely wept with relief and gratitude. "Any other business we need to address before we adjourn?"
Silence. Beautiful, blessed, merciful silence. No one had anything else to add. Everyone just wanted to escape this godforsaken meeting and get on with their actual lives.
"Alright then. Thanks everyone for your time and input," Steve said, closing his notebook with finality. "Same time next week."
People immediately started gathering their things and heading for the door with barely concealed relief, conversations breaking out about lunch plans and afternoon training sessions and literally anything that wasn't this meeting. Natasha stood on legs that felt distinctly unsteady, trying desperately to look normal and professional even though she'd just had three intense orgasms in the last hour and forty-five minutes.
She made her way around the table toward Wanda with as much dignity as she could muster, which honestly wasn't much. Her wife was innocently checking her phone like she hadn't just committed several acts of magic-assisted indecency in front of the entire team.
"Hi," Wanda said brightly when Natasha reached her, looking up with perfectly innocent eyes. "How was the meeting for you?"
"You know exactly how the meeting was," Natasha said through gritted teeth, keeping her voice low enough that no one else would overhear.
"Do I?" Wanda's eyes were wide and innocent, but there was a wicked glint in them that made Natasha want to kiss her and strangle her in equal measure. "I thought it was pretty boring personally. Standard protocol updates. Were you bored?"
"You're the worst person I've ever met," Natasha repeated, but there was absolutely no heat behind the words.
"And yet you married me," Wanda pointed out reasonably, standing and gathering her things. She leaned in close, her lips brushing Natasha's ear so quietly that only Natasha could possibly hear. "Car. Now. We're going home."
"I can barely walk," Natasha hissed back.
"Then you'd better hold onto me," Wanda said cheerfully, looping her arm through Natasha's like they were just two colleagues leaving a meeting together.
They made it to the parking garage without running into anyone else, which was a minor miracle. The moment they were in Natasha's car with the doors closed and locked, Wanda was on her.
"You," Wanda said between desperate kisses, her hands already sliding under Natasha's shirt, "are so incredibly hot when you're trying not to cum."
"You," Natasha replied, kissing her back just as desperately, already pulling Wanda closer, "are completely insane."
"Maybe." Wanda kissed down her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. "But you loved every second of it."
"I can't believe you made me cum three times at a team meeting," Natasha said, even as she tilted her head to give Wanda better access to her throat.
"I can't believe you didn't make a single sound," Wanda said admiringly, pulling back to look at Natasha properly. "Your control is genuinely incredible. I was honestly trying my hardest to break it."
"I'm a highly trained spy," Natasha pointed out, slightly breathless. "It's literally my job to not react to things."
"Well, you're excellent at it." Wanda settled back in the passenger seat with a deeply satisfied smile. "Now take me home so I can make you cum a few more times without having to worry about Tony Stark interrupting to ask you about armory protocols."
"A few more times?" Natasha looked at her incredulously, even though her body was already responding enthusiastically to the promise in Wanda's voice. "You broke me. I might actually be done for the day."
"You're not done," Wanda said with absolute confidence. "You're never done. And besides, I've been thinking about what I want to do to you since I started this whole thing in the meeting."
"You're genuinely insatiable," Natasha muttered, but she was already starting the car, already pulling out of the parking space, already heading for home.
"You love it," Wanda said, reaching over to take Natasha's hand and thread their fingers together on the center console. "And you love me."
"I really do," Natasha admitted, bringing Wanda's hand to her lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Even though you're absolutely terrible and just sexually tortured me in public for ninety minutes straight."
"It wasn't torture," Wanda corrected with a grin. "It was entertainment. For both of us."
"That's definitely a matter of perspective."
"Admit it was at least a little bit fun," Wanda challenged.
Natasha was silent for a moment, actually considering it as she navigated through afternoon traffic. "It was..." she said slowly, carefully, "terrifying and overwhelming and..."
Just woke up thinking about Wanda putting the harness on her good girl for a change. Usually she’s the one wearing it, but there’s something about the way she desires you this time. Conducting her own personal experiment.
She’s sitting on the bathroom counter and helping you fasten the straps around your hips. She pulls you closer by the front of the harness until the strap is teasing her entrance. Watching you and that fascinated look as you glance between your bodies. It’s cute, the excitement on your face and shyness tensing your shoulders.
Wanda reaches for your neck and kisses below your ear before directing you, “Go slow baby. I just wanna try something new.” And she pulls you into her by your lower back.
The moment the dildo pushes into her, stretching her perfectly, she takes in a sharp breath and tenses. You can feel it and you stop, so once again, she directs you, “Keep going detka.”
And you do, inching in slowly until your hips meet hers. She’s barely sitting on the edge of the counter while she uses your body for support. This was new to the both of you. But you would do anything Wanda asked if it made her feel good. And secretly Wanda was curious about this particular dildo she would use on you. It had a little more girth with veins running through it for a better sensation.
The both of you seemed to get what neither of you were expecting when you bottomed out and pushed back in. The moan that came from Wanda was the definition of sinful. Deep and long to match the same way you were stroking her.
Your favorite sound in the world and yet it sounded so foreign this time. Wanda typically has control over herself. Sounding breathy and shaky as she climaxes, but this, something about it was even more addicting. So you do it again, dragging out the toy and snapping your hips back into her repeatedly. This time she clings to you along with her moans. It’s desperate and needy as she wraps her legs around you, “Fuck baby. Keep-keep fucking mommy like that.” It’s rare she can’t get out her words. There’s something about the way she sounds and the way her head drops to your shoulder before throwing it back with a long groan. There’s something about the way her tits bounce with each thrust as she leans back. There’s something about the breaths she has to take just so she can finish her sentence. Yet somehow she’s still willing to taunt her precious baby. “Is this how you feel when I fuck you baby? Needy and full, but still wanting more?”
You may be the one fucking into her but she still knows how to slip you into that fuzzy headspace that desires to please her. “Answer me.” She demands when you stay silent with awe. You’d think your brain could muster up a more confident “yes” but it comes out with a pathetic squeak.
“You’re just mamas pretty little cock slut, aren’t you?” You nod your head, it was all you could do as you felt yourself throb and clench around nothing. “I can see why. You feel so fucking good inside me baby. Don’t stop. You’re being such a good girl for mama.”
And that’s how it went until you made Wanda cum. She’d degrade you for how much you liked to be fucked with the same strap inside of her and praise you for being her perfect good girl while doing it.
it’s late in the compound. wanda comes home after a long day of exhausting missions. she’s frustrated, and in need of something to let out her energy and anger on. she does it with you, but with such tenderness.
ʚ・ tags and warnings — mommy!wanda x fem!reader :
mostly smut, slight fluff, stress relief, wanda slightly angry, soft wanda, dirty talk, overstimulation, light choking, wanda called mommy, reader called dove, angel, princess, some aftercare
ʚ・ author’s note — first fic on here. please enjoy, feedback appreciated. i’m quite interested in doing a lot more fluffy/angsty stuff… lmkk !!
your hips buck, twitching erratically. your fingers dig into your sheets in a desperate attempt to anchor. you press your knuckles to your lips, letting sound die before it could even slip past you. your legs tremble from exhaustion, from pure pleasure.
her head bobs between your thighs in a delicious rhythm. a forgotten movie murmured in the background, dialogue and static blurring the edges of everything else. swallowing anything—any whimper, any moan that might escape.
it was late. far past lights out at the compound.
she wasn’t supposed to be here.
not between your legs—not again.
“wanda,” you gasp as she catches one of your slick folds between her lips and sucks. her thumb presses against your clit, rubbing furious circles and only heightening your pleasure.
her rough fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place. “shh, dove. i told you to stay quiet.” she mouths against your bare heat. “mommy’s had a very long day.” her voice is low, almost impatient. like she’s trying to suppress the urge to force you down and take you until you’re screaming.
because her movements aren’t gentle—not like they usually are. they’re fueled by some intense heat. you remember is her coming home: eyes focused and low. blood staining her knuckles, from her mission earlier. she didn’t say much about it, didn’t even let herself think much before she was pinning you to the wall.
“breathe, honey. relax for me. let me use this pretty pussy, hm? you taste… heavenly, baby. so sweet for me.” she coos, licking from the base of your most sensitive area to the nub.
“now, quiet. you don’t want a punishment.”
you clench and tighten around an unbearable absence, trying with everything you had to hold back even the smallest wince.
your jaw locks in an effort. tight. but it’s still not enough. she plunges her tongue inside of you: suddenly. it’s overwhelming, in the best way, and so unfair. a scream—louder than any other of the pathetic noises from before—tears through you.
when you look down, eyes wide, please already breaking into a whisper, you see it. her expression isn’t tender anymore. its anger. frustration that had built up throughout the day. and god, she would use you to forget it all.
she’s moving before your head even stops spinning.
her hand trails up your skin until it catches your throat. wrapping around it, so sweetly. her thumb brushes against your pulse. not tight enough to struggle; not ever. but just enough for you to be conscious of every breath you take.
“mommy—” you try. “no, baby. no ‘mommy.’ what did i tell you, hm?” she interrupts. her grip on your throat loosens enough for you to comfortably reply.
your eyes avoid hers, shoulders sinking from sheer embarrassment. she tilts up your chin and you respond, “… to be quiet.”
“that’s right. and you disobeyed.”
yet, the smallest curve still tugs at her lips. “look at that pretty face. flushes even at the smallest correction.” she chuckles, then sighs deeply.
“let me see those eyes baby. look at me.” she hums. and you do, immediately. as your eyes lock on hers, you feel the tips of her two fingers glide across your pussy. your already wet folds peel apart at the smallest movement and she smirks, slowly pressing into your warmth.
your face contorts into one of bliss as her fingers curl into your slit. you buck your hips at the feeling, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.
“you’re going to keep those eyes on me as i fuck you. and you’re not going to look away until i say you’re allowed to.” she whispers.
two fingers plunge into your tightness. you gasp as she curls them inside of you. “mmh, princess… look at this beautiful pussy.” she sighs.
“you don’t know how badly i’ve been needing to see you ruined again.”
her lips latch onto your neck. her kisses are hot, open-mouthed, and all teeth. her arm suddenly jolts out, scarlet threads curling around her fingers, drawing something out. the drawer of the nightstand beside you flies open, and a strap floats to her hand.
a deep red dildo, thick, and bigger than what she usually used on you. your breath come out a little heavier at the thought of it stretching you out.
she slide the harness on, securing it around her waist. one hand slid under your thigh, holding it up and pinning it in place. the other braced herself beside your head.
you barely had time to think before she was pushing into you. your breath hitched, fingers holding onto the bedsheets beneath you. wanda moaned slowly, “that’s right, detka. clench around me.”
small whimpers escape you. your hands find her, wrapping around her neck. your nails dig into her spine, leaving delicate indents. “fuck—fuck, too much. god, you’re—stretching me…”
“too much?” she asks, already slowing down. you only yelp at that. “no—no. i need more. just, just don’t stop.” you exhale.
her hips start up again, rolling into you and letting you feel every bit of it. she grinds the base of it inside you. every little whisper, every thrust, and every breath brings you closer to your edge.
she notices. of course she does.
the way your breath hitches.
the way you hold on tighter, clenching.
the way you moan—higher pitched than before.
“give it to me. come on,” she moves faster. you feel her chasing her own release.
her arms wrap fully around your waist, firmly holding you. allowing you to go limp, to simply be held. she’s thrusting into you faster now, groaning in your ear. mumbling curses, half in english and half in sokovian. her accent so heavy she can hardly even understand herself.
“god. you’re so fucking tight,” she grunts. her head falls onto your shoulder, hips roughly fucking into your pussy.
you feel tears collect in the corner of your eyes. it isn’t uncomfortable—not even in the slightest. it’s all you could ever dream of. it’s overstimulation, in the best way you could’ve ever imagined.
her forehead presses against yours. red wisps flicker, and she reads you. every thought, every craving you have right now. watching, protecting, as always.
she knows just how much you want this.
it empowers her to moves faster, kissing your cheek in a way that still manages to make your stomach flutter.
“that’s my girl. so perfect for me. letting me use this sweet pussy,” she whispers. her hips grind.
your climax hits in waves, the first stronger than the rest. stars fog your vision, body twitching under her. you dig your nails into her back, and she only responds by holding you tighter, fucking you through your orgasm.
“that’s right… my pretty girl… doing so good for me.”
you pant heavily, sweat beading down your forehead. her movements are slower now, but somehow feel so much more intense. you’re so much more sensitive now.
she’s riding you through it, and prolonging your release.
she hits her own climax just like that.
knowing you’re taken care of.
seeing the way you whimper for her. under her.
her hips buck into you, her strap filling you. she moans in your ear, soft curses and praises.
“that’s my girl. my sweet little girl.” she pants, kissing the top of your head and slowly pulling out. you curl against her, comforted in her embrace.
the rest of the night is a blur.
her rough hands bringing a damp towel to your thighs, wiping away the stickiness and cleaning you off. handing you a glass of water, cuddling you when she was all done.
raking her fingers through your hair, whispering praises into your ear. telling you just how beautiful you looked, and how good you were.
“you did so good for me, baby. my perfect angel.” she whispers, pressing little pecks to your cheeks. your eyelids flutter shut, heavy from exhaustion. she smiles at that. “get some sleep, honey. i’ll be here in the morning.” she assures you.
I just think that if you knew you were going to be pissed off by monsterfucker vibes being added to Frankenstein in a film adaptation, you probably should not have watched the Frankenstein movie directed by the world's most famous monsterfucking advocate.
Are you just doing x reader drabbles? Because like 84 sorority Wanda and frat Natasha. “This is a one time thing” ahuh whatever you say bbgirl
hello hello here's your thing! It got to be like, twice as long as expected but that's okay!!
cw: 18+, minors dni; smut, soft dubcon, touchy Natasha, light spanking, oral from behind (w receiving), a hint of nerdy Wanda if you squint
“Nat.” Wanda called, the barest hint of warning in her voice, so little that Natasha had no qualms with ignoring it.
She didn’t miss a beat, sliding Wanda’s too tight gym shorts from her hips, catching the hem of her underwear and removing them in one fell swoop. When the brunette sent a text declaring her incoming arrival a few hours ago, Natasha assumed she’d end up in bed with the girl— just not like this. Wanda surprised her with needing a place to take her Russian Literature quiz, claiming both that her fellow sorority sisters were being too rowdy at her place and her distaste with walking across campus to the library for a simple online module.
But now she faced an unexpected distraction: Natasha’s constantly roaming hands. “Natasha…”
If Natasha heard Wanda, she was good at feigning ignorance, keeping her spot on her knees between Wanda’s legs, exploring her impossibly soft thighs with calloused hands. By all standards, she considered herself gracious, letting Wanda set up her bed, books sprawled around while she laid on her stomach in front of her laptop. She’d kept her hands to herself until now, even given Wanda answers to parts of the quiz; Natasha held out as long as she could.
“Natasha, stop it.” Wanda drew the line as Natasha’s warm breath hit the small of her back; she had no hope finishing her assignment if the other girl continued on. Not that her body agreed with her decision, the experimental touches drawing her attention much more than the last five questions on the screen in front of her.
The redhead pouted, an action Wanda would’ve been oblivious too if it hadn’t been accompanied with an indignant huff. Wanda might’ve been stubborn, but she was more predictable than she thought; even as she stood her ground, Natasha grazed one finger over the juncture of her legs and she twitched. “But if I stop, you’ll just lay here and make my duvet sticky.”
“I would not!” The protest was strong, but Wanda cursed her counterpart for being right, having been subtly rolling her hips into the mattress since Nat first sat next to her and started sneaking in those treacherous touches. And so what if she had; today was the last day to finish her quiz and Natasha be damned, she never missed a deadline. “Can’t you go play your game in the corner? I’m almost done.”
“Aww, but I’m playing with you right now, baby,” Natasha grinned, giving Wanda’s backside a painfully hard squeeze. She fell silent in favor of kissing over the round globes of Wanda’s ass almost reverently, covering the expanse of skin as dutifully as the brunette was typing. She took her time, savoring both the lack of resistance and clear frustration the girl under her fought with.
She thought she could deal with it, focus long enough to complete the last quiz question, but of course it had to be an essay question… just as Natasha nibbled along the crease where her ass curved into her thigh. It was so sudden and sharp Wanda didn’t think about hiding her shriek, “Tasha, please! I can’t think!”
In their months as whatever they were, Nat survived multiple kicks and elbows when she happened to push Wanda too far; a squeaky plea more desperate than dangerous didn’t fool her for a second. She wasn’t a bit surprised when she pushed Wanda’s knees up as easy as she would a doll’s, not a defiant push or shove to be found. “I’m only helping, princess. How are you gonna focus when you’re so needy?”
“I was focusing just fine without your help!” The tail end of her sentence fell off into a yelp, the sharp sting of Natasha’s open palm striking her proffered ass. Spanking was a fairly new thing to Wanda, not that she didn’t know what it was, but being on the receiving end… she liked it more than she’d yet admitted.
As if Natasha couldn’t tell after the first time she had her over her knee and was left with a whimpering mess.
She’d only done it now to watch Wanda’s thighs twitch, her sex now completely devoid of friction as she stayed in the air. Nat couldn’t wait any longer, had to get her mouth on the object of her own desire. She dived down, bending deep to kiss the other girl’s mound. “I’ll finish your stupid quiz for you later, just let me taste you.”
“Don’t you understand the word no,” Wanda sighed, well aware she was done for as Natasha’s tongue slid through her folds. As soon as she found her clit, Wanda was rocking back onto her mouth, spreading her legs further just to feel more. She knew she looked wanton, sounded just the same with all her moans, arms sweeping away her laptop to stretch them out and scramble for something to hold. “Would’ve been done by now if you weren’t so horny all the time.”
“You’re the one who came over looking good enough to eat, not my fault,” her voice was muffled, speaking an afterthought to sucking the sensitive bud into her mouth, sucking and slurping lewdly as Wanda’s back arched into the bed below. It didn’t take long for Wanda to drip down Natasha’s chin, hot and messy. “Fuck, I’ll finish your entire course this semester if I can taste this sweet pussy.”
“T-This is a one time thing… ‘m not a cheater-” Wanda prided herself in her good grades, earned all on her hard work alone. Natasha wasn’t the first person to offer their academic services, but she surely was the most convincing. She felt akin to a live-wire, her entire being shuddering each time the rough surface of Nat’s tongue dragged over her most sensitive areas. This was the first time she’d been taken from behind, but she knew better than to believe her own words that it’d be the last.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to work too hard to give Natasha a reason to fuck her.
“Inside… want your mouth..” Nat uttered a strained groan at Wanda’s request, licking the length of her one last time before backing up just enough to change course, sinking her tongue into Wanda’s waiting entrance.
Wanda wasted no time fucking herself on Natasha’s mouth, fingers curling into the sheets as she panted out her need. “Oh god, yes! Just like that, don’t move-!”
The redhead complied, perfectly content to let Wanda lose herself atop her, stiff fingers patting her full thighs to encourage the brunette on. Curling her tongue was Wanda’s downfall, thick muscle teasing her walls and forcing her over the edge. She held Wanda still, trapping her as she writhed and jerked, catching her name amidst Wanda’s cries and selfishly hoping anyone passing by the room could hear them. “Still want this just once, Wands?”
“Shut up and fuck me properly,” Wanda muttered, wiggling her ass against Natasha who was already pushing her sweatpants out of the way. One look back at her not-exactly girlfriend and the generous strap on set at her hips and Wanda knew this too would end up more than a one time thing. “I’d better get a perfect score on my quiz or I won’t suck you off until the next one comes around.”
vampires always like “i could kill you if I wanted” like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special
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